This story was originally published as Revenge is Sweet and placed in the Loving Wives category. It was a "bait and switch" for all the hypocrites who comment how a cuckold is secretly gay. (and I'm sure haven't written a single word).
The story has been updated and republished with minor changes.
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Work sucks!
Everyone knows it, but we just grind on because we have to pay the bills. So when the server went out at work, it effectively shut down the office. Technology is great until it doesn't work.
Stanley was going home at about midday on a Friday, you can't beat that!
He bought flowers from a vendor at the freeway exit, knowing his wife would appreciate them. Just as he was pulling into their street, their wedding song came on the radio. Auspicious, to say the least. Bryan Adams was singing "Everything I do, I do it for you" as he pulled into the driveway. Memories of him and Tabitha dancing at their wedding to this song brought a smile to his face.
He walked in and set his keys, phone, wallet and flowers down next to the table lamp, besides the couch... then he heard it! Moaning from the back of the house. Lightning shot up his spine, suddenly his body was hyper aware. Nope, no doubting it, someone was having sex. His skin goosebumped.
He made his way silently down to the bedroom. Opening the door, Tabitha had her legs in the air as some man was pumping her body with his dick. The world turned red, his peripheral vision narrowed to what was in front of him.
Something you should know about Stanley; he was plain and ordinary. He's the kinda guy you could very easily forget. He was average height, with brown eyes. His light brown hair would lighten during the summer, hinting at blond, but always stay light brown. He wasn't a gym rat, his exercise was Yoga. Nobody would think he had a rock hard body. His biggest accomplishment had been to avoid a total dad bod, and that wasn't saying much. Even his manhood was average in size.
Despite his lack of alpha male qualities, Stanley found himself doing something he never thought he would do.
He entered the room, did a small hop and landed his left fist right at the soft spot in the guy's lower back: a kidney punch. A ripple of flesh moved out from the center of impact.
"Puughh" air shot out of the man involuntarily.
Stan grabbed him and yanked him off his wife. The man was a heap on the floor trying to recover from the unexpected assault. Tabitha screamed "what are you doing?" Stanley barely heard her. The man rose slowly, he was slightly larger than Stanley, he threw a punch that surely would knock out Stan.
Another thing you should know about Stanley, his father was a Marine Corp sergeant. During his childhood Stanley, along with his brothers and sisters, had been taught Judo, Tae Kwon Do, and Aikijutsu. Stanley, as well as his brothers and sisters, had tested for a black belt, and passed.
The man's punch missed by a mile as Stanley moved down and under the punch, then spinning with his hips, bringing his right elbow into the man's opposite rib cage, doubling him over. The man tried to reach and grab him, despite the pain in his kidney and now ribs. Bad move. Stanley swept his right and left hands up, as if he was dancing. His right hand caught the man's wrist of his outstretched arm. Stanley's left hand grabbed the base of the man's arm just shy of the armpit. Turning his body, making a move any dance instructor or sensei would be proud of; he spun the man's body into the wall head first. A loud THUD resounded against the wall.
Knockout.
His wife screaming, Stanley barely noticed as he grabbed the man's clothing and threw it out the front door. He came back and did a 'fireman's carry' on the comatose man and threw him out onto his front yard. The body, nude, lay there with a now flaccid penis. Stanley was walking towards the front door as his wife was coming out, tying the belt on her robe. She was yelling at him, he paid it no mind. He pointed a stern finger, demanding she go back into the house. She retreated as he approached, murder in his eyes. She was just inside the door when he locked it and said,
"Bedroom; NOW!" when she showed some hesitation.
When they got to the doorway, he shoved her into the room, and closed the door. She had a wild look in her eyes, "How dare you..pushing me" she started.
He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, then he picked her up. He threw her on the bed, and grabbed some of his ties and began tying her up. She started to resist, but he leaned in 'how dare I?" He tied her up, ass up, and he was going to make her pay. He went to the drawer, getting one of his rolled up socks and her long stockings. He shoved the rolled socks into her mouth, triggering her screams. He used her stocking to tie the socks in her mouth, significantly muffling her voice. He spoke into her ears, "How dare I?" with a menace.
He lifted her robe, exposing her bottom. She started kicking her legs and thrashing about as much as she could. He planted his legs over her thighs, pinning them to the bed. He grabbed her hair, pulling on it painfully, and leaned in again,
"How. Dare. I?" his voice, raw with emotion. "I'm going to do to you all the sex you have denied me in the past!"
She whimpered, knowing ultimately she was in the wrong. He got off her, and returned with more of his business ties. He tied her legs, spread open. She tried to prevent it, kicking them out, but it was a futile gesture. He walked into the restroom, grabbed the KY, and returned. She could hear him undressing, then came the sharp sting of his belt lashing across her supple ass. She cried out.
"How Dare I?" he growled.
His belt came down on her ass again, followed by a series of whacks. Her bottom and thighs were red with welts. Stanley eyed her ass, red as she cried into her pillow. Between the sight of her red ass and sobs, his member was as stiff as it could be. He started slathering it with KY. He climbed up over her, then started inserting his manhood into her other hole. She started struggling again, which kind of excited him even more. He had tried to get her to do anal in the past, but she had rebuked him calling him a pervert.
Yet she had no problem fucking some guy?
He pushed into her, finding it much tighter than her pussy. She tried to clench, and it did make it harder to enter her, but it wasn't enough. He started fucking her ass, and not in a loving way. He was still seething at the sight when he walked in on them. He started slapping his hips into her chastised ass. His pace picked up, as she cried. He reached for her hair and pulled it painfully, the punishment added to her humiliation. He rode her, like he might ride a horse into town.
Outside, the stranger woke up to neighbors eyeing him strangely. He grabbed his clothes and threw on his pants before walking awkwardly to his car and leaving.
Between fucking her anally and pulling her hair, he could feel himself getting ready to cum. He also noticed she wasn't fighting it anymore, in fact her sobs were now moans. Moans escaping her throat, betraying her lust at being taken. He kept thrusting into her broken sphincter until he came inside her brown box. His body was sweaty with the effort, and his rod was pumping his liquid into her. She lay there breathing hard herself, but with a raspy breath. He laid on her and reached under her to grab her breasts. She lifted slightly to let him have them. After fondling her ladies for several moments. He untied the stocking and pulled the rolled sock out of her mouth. He fully expected her to start screaming or yelling again.
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry! Okay?"
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Tabitha, Tabby more commonly, was sitting up in the bed, her knees pulled up to her chests and she had her arms wrapped around them.
"That wasn't necessary, you didn't have to do that!" she said.
"No?" he replied, with incredulity.
He described to her how he had bought her flowers. How their wedding song just happened to come on the radio as he drove. He described his expectation to surprise his wife of 13 years in a romantic gesture. Then he described the shock when he walked into the scene of her willingly committing adultery.
She was silent.
"Tell me," he asked "what is the appropriate response? Should I have introduced myself politely, and asked why he was fucking my wife? Should I have kindly handed him his clothes as I escorted him to the front door?" He mocked her.
Silence. A few tear drops rolled down her check.
"Did you really have to use a belt on me?" she managed.
"Considering what you were doing when I walked in," he mocked. "I didn't think; I reacted" Putting the onus on her. "I guess I could also ask you 'did you really have to do that to me' as well." he threw back to her.
