This is chapter 8 but it's really chapter 2 of this part of the series. The first chapters focused on a married man coming to terms with his love of cocksucking. In Ch. 7, his wife found out and is getting revenge. The revenge continues in this chapter. Like Ch 7 but unlike the first six, there is no male on male oral sex. However, he does still fantasize about sucking cock. There is a STRONG cuckold current to both ch. 7 & 8. If any of this turns you off or offends you, move on - there's nothing to see here.
-Nathan
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I sat in my hotel bed, stunned. What had I just witnessed? Marcie had gotten her revenge. She'd fucked Jake and Tommy. Was she really planning more? Why?
I mean, shit - I knew WHY...
Either she'd found my videos or Jake had told her everything. Somehow she saw to what extent I'd been cheating. Even though, technically, a husband sucking other guys' cocks isn't really cheating, is it? I mean I'd only fucked one other woman. THAT was cheating.
She couldn't possibly be planning on replicating all of my actions? For revenge? For revenge she was going to become...like me? No - not like me!. She would become a... a...whore!
Marcie couldn't do this! She was too innocent!
Too innocent? I just watched her having revenge sex with two men in a video. The scene of Marcie reaching orgasm while Tommy fucked her popped into my head.
GODDAMIT!
I thought some more really considered just what I'd done. I shoulda just told her. I shoulda opened up. I love Marcie. She loved me! Why didn't I just tell her!
Obviously, Marcie would've been much more open to new things in our bedroom - the video was proof of that.
Jesus! And what proof! Who knew, though? Who knew?
Now she was planning...God knows what...to teach me a lesson. I had to call her. What did fuckin Jake say? A poker game? Was she planning a poker party like mine? Jake and I had organized a poker game where I lost on purpose and I sucked everybody's dicks.
Marcie wouldn't do that. I mean, for revenge? Would she?
Jake would, though. Fuckin Jake! And he'd convince an obviously pissed and hurt Marcie to do it.
Fuuuuuuck!
I glanced down at my computer. I guess the video play was set to automatic repeat because Marcie had just pulled Jake's pants off and was admiring his cock.
"It's even bigger in person" she said. "No wonder Chris loves this..." Marcie paused as if considering the right word. "...Cock. It's so big!"
I couldn't watch the video again. It was too much. But as watched my beautiful wife slip the head of Jake's soft cock into her mouth as she stared into the camera [my eyes], my cock hardened. I wanted her. What's more, I had to admit that I wanted to suck cock with her.
I ended up watching the whole video again and I jacked off twice. Four sessions watching Jake, Tommy, and my wife cuckold me. My cock was definitely sore.
I wanted to call Marcie but I knew she wouldn't answer. I typed a short text:
PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING. I GET IT. I'M SORRY. LETS TALK.
Marcie replied almost immediately.
WE'LL TALK FRIDAY. THIS IS SOMETHING WE NEED TO FINISH NOW. DON'T WORRY WE'LL GET OVER THIS.
We'll get over this? We'll get OVER this? What did that mean? Shit! What a mess I'd made.
After sitting there on the hotel bed for a while envisioning Marcie replicating my sexual escapades, I decided to act - to do something proactive. I'd go home early and put a stop to this madness. Somehow...
I went online. I spent more than an hour trying to change my flights to get home earlier with very little luck. The best I could do was to move my flight up to Wednesday afternoon. This was only slightly better than my Friday afternoon flight, and it cost me a small fortune, but hey - my marriage was at stake. I decided not to tell Marcie. I'd surprise her and...force - no! Beg! Beg her to talk to me.
The next morning, I went about my business while trying to pretend that my wife wasn't planning some sex orgy without me. Strangely, I was hard all day. I was distracted. This affected my work. I tried to get out of dinner with a customer that night but I really couldn't - I was there to meet him, after all. I wasn't gonna be able to get a flight out that night anyway, so in the end, why cancel? I checked my phone throughout the whole meal but it never beeped.
I finally got back to my room late and with more than a slight buzz. I took off my clothes and got in bed. Even though I had been checking my phone all evening and I knew there were no new emails, I fired up the computer and checked.
Nothing.
Maybe she changed her mind...Maybe she'd realized that she'd gotten the revenge she wanted; she'd made her point. By now, she'd surely gone to bed. It was 12:30 am for me. That made it 3:30 for her. We never stayed out that late. I did sometimes for work, but Marcie never did.
This thought cheered me somewhat. No news is good news, I thought. In better spirits, I typed a quick email telling her I loved her and apologizing again. I thanked her for reconsidering. I assured her that I "got it". Then I fell asleep.
Later that night my phone and computer beeped. I woke up and stared at the clock.
5:30 am? That was 8:30 at home.
I stumbled over to the desk and clicked open the email from Marcie.
"Hey Hon,
Sorry this email is so short but, I am simply worn out!
I went to my first poker game tonight! Wow! I truly has such a good time!
All I can say is that you really should have taught me to play poker - I wasn't very good at it. In fact, maybe if you'd have taken me with you when you "played with the boys", I'd be as good as you...
I certainly wouldn't have gone to play tonight - at least not alone, without you. But, Obviously you didn't trust me enough to involve me.
Jake filled me in on the behind the scenes details.
Anyway, long story short, tonight Jake set up a poker game with some people he said would "love to play with me" (Jakes's own words)
When the guys showed up, he made everyone pay $250 to play. Does that seem like a lot to you? I don't know poker was so expensive! Is that the kind of money you play with when you play poker?
Oh - I forgot, you play to lose. Or maybe, you don't play for money - just for cocks. After tonight, I can't say I blame you...
Anyway, I didn't bring that kind of money with me to Jake's. The men were nice enough about it though. They all said I was so pretty, I didn't have to "by in" (whatever that meant). They were all so big and muscular! Is that typical for poker?
The guys suggested I use my clothes as money to play! Men! You're all the same. (Except some like to humiliate their wives and go suck cocks behind their wive's back...). They thought I couldn't see what they were after. It was pretty obvious. Play with my clothes instead of chips!
But, guess what? I did! It was...well, "fun" isn't even close to the right word. You'll just have to watch the video to see what I mean.
And since (spoiler alert) I did end up trading all my clothes for chips, that got embarrassing fast. Fortunately for me (and everyone else), we were able to...cum ;P to an agreement. The guys were all VERY willing to lend me a hand. Or other body parts.
At the end of the night, the boys were so happy with me they ended up giving me the whole pot. $2,000! Seriously! I ended up taking home $2,000 cash!
Even though I lost! Or maybe you did because now, something has changed in me. It can never change back.
Truly though, my guess is you may like the new me. I'm much more...open...than I've ever been.
I do love you. And I do believe you love me. Watch the video in the dropbox. Maybe this is enough for you to understand where I'm coming from...or not.
Love,
Marcie.
PS: I saw your email. I don't think you do get it. Not yet. But you will. Me too. I got it tonight!"
SHIT! Shitshitshitshit! I swore at the room. This was not good.
Marcie!
Resigned to my fate, I sighed and shook my head. What else could I do at this point. I brought my computer over to my bed, set it on my lap, took a deep breath, and opened the Dropbox.
There it was. POKER_NIGHT.mp4. I moved it to my hard drive and opened it.
The video started with a group of men sitting around Jake's apartment. I saw Jake and Tommy. I saw Steve, a black guy I'd sucked more than once, and his black friend everyone just called "Jones". I'd sucked him too at Steve's house and at the glory hole. These four were all wearing Gopro cameras on their heads.
This did not bode well.