This story explores themes of revenge, cuckolding, humiliation, and gay sex. If this upsets you or is just not your thing, please stop now and read something else. To the critics: Remember that this is erotic fantasy. It is fiction. No marriages were harmed in the making of this story.
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Rachel woke up early this morning, even before Walter had stirred in their bed. She was still jazzed about the events of the previous day. She woke Walter up so that they could review the events of yesterday. Terry had been invited over to their home and Rachel had given Terry a blowjob and snowballed his load in to Walter's unsuspecting mouth. She then insisted that Walter swallow Terry's semen, and Walter had done it. Walter was very dismayed at this, and extremely embarrassed. It wasn't so much that he was made to swallow semen, he had tasted and even swallowed his own semen previously during the affair, but this was another man's semen. The semen of a friend and colleague from work. And his friend watched him do it. He couldn't think of anything so emasculating.
"So, after yesterday, have I now completed the tasks on my road to redemption? Is my punishment concluded? Can we finally put this episode behind us?" pleaded Walter.
"Episode! That's what you call what happened? An episode. You were cheating on me. Having an affair for 8 months. Doing God knows what perverse sexual acts with your slut from work," Rachel yelled. "I want you to understand my grief. I feel devastated and embarrassed. I feel shamed and humiliated. I feel broken. I need you to feel that way too. This way you can understand my grief. I need you to fully understand my feelings and my reaction to this desecration of our relationship. I want us to heal, but to do so you must empathize with me. And so far, I am not seeing you express any empathy. Not one tiny bit."
Walter hung his head. He was feeling chagrined. He was hoping to get past this, but he kept putting his foot in his mouth. "I am truly sorry. I misspoke. I am feeling mortified about yesterday's events and I did not express myself properly."
"I'll say you didn't express yourself properly. Your words belie the fact that you still do not understand what I went through -- what I am going through. I will tell you when this is over. So, stop asking. I will know by your actions, and reactions. I cannot trust your words anymore. I want to see concrete results."
Rachel told Walter that it was time to plan part three of her journey to resolution via revenge. Walter now was to invite Ulrich, the last of his three colleagues from work and also a close friend, over to the house so that Rachel could blow him while Walter watched and joined in.
Walter wanted to argue but realized that the only way for Rachel to achieve closure was for him to agree with her and move forward with her plan. This was the way to get back into her good graces and to save their marriage.
One week later
When Ulrich was about two-thirds of the way up the walkway to the house, Rachel opened the front door to greet him. She was a beautiful woman. She was five foot two with piercing blue eyes and medium length blond hair. She had an extraordinary hourglass figure with a generous bosom. She was also an engaging conversationalist with a delightful voice.
She was wearing a sheer, black babydoll nightie with spaghetti straps. She was wearing three-inch high heels which gave her extra height and made her legs look even more shapely. Her perky 34 B breast were barely being contained by the bralette, and her two-inch areolae and pointy nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. The nightie was short. It just covered her crotch and when she spun around to lead Ulrich into the house it flared and he could see that she was wearing solid black bikini panties.
"Rachel, wh, what's going on? I thought I was meeting up with Walter," asked Ulrich. "Where is he? And why are you dressed like that?"
"Ulrich it's always wonderful to see you. We are so glad that you could make it. We have a special day planned for you. Follow me," Rachel said.
Ulrich was a large man. He was six feet 3 inches tall and weighed 220 pounds. He was very muscular with big hands and a deep baritone voice. He sounded like James Earl Jones when he spoke. He had played football in college and still played football on weekends for a local, semi-pro team. He followed her into the family room where he saw Walter kneeling on the floor and wearing a short robe. His head was down. "Walter what is going on? Why are you guys dressed like this?"
Walter looked up at Rachel, and then at Ulrich. He appeared dejected. Rachel spoke first, "Go ahead, Walter. Tell Ulrich why he is here. Tell him what you did. But before you do let Ulrich and me get comfortable together on sofa."