This story involves orgasm denial, humiliation, and sort of a cuckold slant. If there is interest expressed, that could happen in a follow-up chapter.
None of the characters in this story are likeable. Really.
So if this is not your thing, save your time and keep scrolling.
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Dave cringed when he saw that he had an email from "Beckywitch666", the monikor his ex-wife Becky had chosen for herself.
They had been married for ten years before she had caught him having an affair with a young woman from his office. In his defense, at least in his mind, Becky had been cold to him for a long time, and the sex had become nonexistent.
To say the divorce had been ugly was a marked understatement. Becky's parents had paid for a high dollar attorney. Dave had ended up living in a cheap apartment in a rough part of town, surviving on ramen noodles and hotdogs. He sure as hell could not afford a lawyer.
Becky had taken the house, his truck, his 401k, leaving him destitute. At least they did not have any kids. But she blamed him for that too, and got a huge alimony settlement for her "pain and suffering."
Just when he thought it could not get any worse, her attorneys filed a huge lawsuit against his company, claiming they were complicit in the affair. The company had fired both him and the female employee in an attempt to distance themselves from the fiasco.
He often said that Becky's photo was next to the words vindictive and harpy in the dictionary.
That had been five years ago. Dave had since found another company that would hire him and was doing better financially. He had kindled a relationship with Laura, a mousy young woman he had met...away from work. He was not making that mistake again. They had been married for a little over a month.
Dave had not heard from Becky for over three years, and had begun to hope she had moved on, and would leave him be.
He thought about just deleting the email as if it were spam. The subject line read "Important info for U." Then he second guessed himself. What if it really was important?
He clicked to open the email. There was no text, just an attached video titled "Moving on."
Dave was sitting on the couch in the living room. Laura was still at work, but he still nervously looked around to make sure he was alone. Then he clicked on the video.
He almost clicked it back off immediately. It was a porn video, and his first thought was of a virus being imbedded in it.
There was a man and woman having sex on a bed in the missionary position. Whoever was operating the camera was being careful not to show the lover's faces.
But Dave was intimately familiar with the woman's body. And the sound of her moans. Why would Becky send him a video of herself fucking what must be James, her new husband?
Well...first possible reason...Dave was very impressed...or intimidated by the orgasmic groans and outright screams of pleasure emiting from the woman, it had to be Becky. He had never made her scream, but he would recognize that desperate 'I wanna fuck!' voice anywhere.
As the lovers continued, Becky crying out repeatedly in orgasmic bliss, the camera operator placed the camera onto a tripod and focused the shot to take in the man's hips forcefully pounding into Becky's. They made sure to take in Becky's full, natural breasts fluidly bouncing up and down in response to the pummeling she was receiving.
As much as Dave detested her, he had the reaction she apparently knew he would. He quickly became erect and was in danger of messing his shorts.
Like one of those online videos, someone began holding up placards with messages on them. Each placard was held in place for a few seconds in front of the lovers, enough time for Dave to read them before the lovers came back into view.
Hi Dave. Miss me? Miss my bod?
He is such a great lover!
I don't miss U.
Except your tongue. You always gave me such good orgasms with your tongue.
New hubby doesn't do that for me...but HE doesn't need to.
Does Law-ra like your pussy eating skills?
Yeah, I heard about Law-ra today.
You got someone to take that pathetic clitty of yours?
As Becky screamed through another series of orgasms, Dave recognized the hand holding the placards up. It belonged to Becky's sister.
POOR Law-ra.
I wanted to find someplace my new hubby and I could go all on our own.
Someplace I had never been with you.
Then it occurred to me.
We already had it.
The camera operator picked up the camera, moving in on the lover's hips. In response to a tap on the shoulder, the male leaned back, but continued fucking Dave's ex-wife.
The camera zeroed in on Becky's abdomen.
Her pubic region was completely hairless.
Drawn in sharpie just above her vagina was an outline of a small penis. Less than four inches above her entrance and thin, within it was written "Dave's clit."
The camera view widened. Now a much, much larger outline came into view. It reached much farther up on her abdomen, almost to her belly button...probably 9 inches. The outline was much thicker than the first, dwarfing it.
Within it was written "James' cock."
Another placard came into view.
Look at ALL of that space we share that you never did!
That you could not...ever...reach.
I had to shave my bush to draw a clitty small enough for U.
The video captured Becky screaming passionately as James roared and came. And came. And came.
As James slid his penis from Becky's body, the accuracy of the abdominal diagram became apparent. He was huge.
The camera zoomed in on the sexy nether lips Dave knew so well. A thick, creamy stream of semen leaked from her canal and flowed down into her cheeks. The place Dave had spent hours and hours licking.
Placards appeared again.
You would like to clean me up, huh?
You could never give me a baby.
He has made me pregnant.
