I found out about Annie from a nosey neighbor.
"I saw her at George's birthday party last week, and, well..."
I didn't like Nosey Neighbor. She was nosey. What she needed was some man to rule her world, but I don't think any rational man would want her. Still, I politely listened as she delivered details about my wife's activities with a certain amount of relish but also a certain concerned sympathy that told me she cared - in some small way.
What she told me sickened me and I have to say that I was on the verge of picking up Edie the Nosey Neighbor and removing her from my entry hall. I found I had a very hard time believing my Annie could do something like this. Apparently, my disbelief was painted on my face in vivid colors, because Edie stepped back and pursed her lips.
"I know what I saw; I'm not stupid."
I waved at her and frowned, but the conversation was over, anyway.
Annie was in the shower as I closed the door behind Edie. What a way to start the weekend. What had I done to deserve this behavior from my wife? Sure, I had flirted and even hugged and kissed women, but I have never otherwise acted sexually to any of them. Neither had Annie ever expressed disapproval or jealousy over my actions. So she certainly had no cause for revenge, as such. But perhaps she was silent for that reason.
But a kiss doesn't entitle her to stroke a friend's cock while getting fingered, does it? The disproportionality confused me. Further, that friend, Dan, was in a position to embarrass us in front of the rest of the neighborhood. Her actions planted the seeds of thought in me that were encouraging the notion that we should move.
Then there was the question of the whole marriage, itself. If she wasn't satisfied with me, then what was the point of the marriage?
My wife entered the kitchen and I could only glance at the rotten slut. She was pretty with delicate features and shoulder-length frizzy brown hair. She wasn't a Barbie with 36DD tits that bounced for all eyes. My Annie was almost flat-chested. Someone had once said she was sporting "fried eggs." On Annie's five foot two inch frame, they seemed to be right. What had Dan seen in her? Certainly not boobs. On the other hand, Dan's wife was fat. She wore sweats to cover the bulges and had a cellulite jiggle to her enormous ass. She was also a bitch who thought she was the pinnacle of female genetics.
"What happened?" Annie had stopped in the middle of the kitchen.
I looked around the kitchen - at the cabinets we had chosen, the tile table we both thought perfect, the stainless steel appliances, the tiled floor - anything but her. I didn't know what to say, really. So I just said it.
"I know about you and Dan at George's birthday party--"
"What?" She interrupted me.
"Shut up!" I looked at her then. "Did you think you could stroke some cock and get your pussy worked over without me finding out?"
The look on her face confirmed the story. She went even paler than her normal pale. She grabbed the chair and dropped into it, her eyes wide and mouth open. She was searching for something to say, anything.
I shook my head at her. "Why didn't you just tell me you didn't want to be married?"
"But, I do!" Tears welled in her eyes and she fretted with the button on her shirt. "It was just--"
I advanced towards her but stopped. My motion shut her up just as certain as the slap I barely controlled.
"You are a slut, you violated our marriage vows and you had the gall to act as if you could hide it for the last week!"
The conversation went downhill from there and ended with me yelling, her crying, and neither knowing what to do.
I simmered all week. I alternated between kicking the slut out or getting revenge. The longer I debated, the madder I became. The anger made me choose revenge. But not the kind of revenge I hear other men take: that of becoming a slut themselves by screwing some big-titted bimbo to "show" their slut wives. No, this plan was quite different.
This was going to drive her error home without me compromising my own virtue. I wasn't going to debase myself to her level in some game of tit for tat. Nope. I enlisted the promise from my friend Eric to help me out. Then I told her about my decision.
She knew better than to try arguing with me or giving any more excuses. She sat silently as I told her how the future was going to proceed.
"You've been worried I'll boot your ass out and file for divorce. I almost made that decision but came up with a more satisfying plan of action that allows me my retribution and your punishment."
She looked relieved until I told her what was going to happen.
"You expect me to what?!" Indignation was plain on her face.
"Don't suddenly play virtuous with me," I warned in a low voice. "You proved to me you are already a slut and will lie to me to cover your cheating. Since I accept the fact that you are a filthy, cheating slut, you will perform as a slut to my satisfaction or you're out the door and details given to your family."
"But, Eric?"
Her question sickened me. As if she would be a slut if it were a different person but she would be a virgin nun if she didn't like my choice.
"That's right, Eric. He's coming this weekend and you will do your best to make sure he's satisfied in the same manner you cheated on me with Dan. What you did to Dan you will do for Eric and if you so much as complain, my punishment proceeds to the next level: you out the door."
"This isn't fair--"
"Maybe you should have thought of that before jacking Dan's cock!" I yelled. That ended the discussion.
Eric sat on our couch glancing at Annie. She sat on the far end of the couch looking at her hands in her lap.
"Just a reminder, Eric, no intercourse. You can otherwise do what you want." I locked eyes with him and he nodded.
"Annie?" I asked. " Right, dear?" I waited.
She nodded.
She knew that she could stay if she allowed me to exact my revenge by demonstrating how she cheapened the marriage with her actions. Now she would cheapen herself to accomplish this.
"Fine, Eric will be telling you what he expects but you will start right now by kissing him for me and it better be fitting of a slut."
She didn't like the word and flinched, but she knew the label was true. She slowly scooted over to Eric and leaned a little to kiss him. Eric pulled her in without ceremony and planted his lips on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She jerked, but stayed still and allowed him to kiss her.
"Better effort, dear," I warned. "Or the next level of punishment is in play."
She kissed Eric better as he stroked his hand down her arm.
"Very good. I'm going to re-size some cases." I got up and went to my workbench in the utility room where I keep my reloading equipment.
About ten minutes later, Annie rushed into the kitchen and ran the water. She was sobbing. Eric stood behind her in the doorway.
I turned from my bench and looked into the kitchen. I wasn't going to put up with the slut trying to get out of my revenge. Clearing my throat, I said, "sluts don't sob, they perform."
She quickly dried her eyes and turned to Eric. "Yes, okay."
She unzipped her jeans and slid out of them with her back to the sink. Eric moved to her and ran his fingers over her little panties. She jerked a little and swayed as if she was going to pass out. Then she looked at him as he rubbed her.
"Stroke me," he said.
She reached out with a shaky hand and rubbed his jeans. He reacted by moving in to kiss her while he fingered her panties. They kissed for several seconds before he dipped his finger behind the pantyline and worked it over her pussy. She gasped in the kiss and jerked back against the sink, but she wasn't going anywhere.
With a forceful move, he slid her panties down and off. My wife's neatly trimmed pussy was exposed to him and he admiringly rubbed it with his fingers. He rubbed her clit in little circles as I watched, my reloading waiting for the moment. Eric leaned in and kissed her neck as he worked his fingers lower and between her thighs.
Annie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, but opened her legs so he could have access. His fingers dipped into her hole and worked in and out, first one finger, then two.
Eric grunted. "Wow, you're wet!"
The comment made me angry and satisfied at the same time. Let the slut prove her lack of morals.
Eric stepped back and got out of his jeans. Then he slipped out of his underwear. Annie glanced at me, but I warned her off with a finger wag. Eric grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick. She stared at it in shock.
No, it wasn't huge. He was smaller than me by two inches, But the thing was very wide and the head was abnormally thick. It almost looked deformed it was so wide. I had never seen such a small, thick cock before. He was maybe all of four and a half inches long, a third of that being the head. His ballsack was just as wide and large, but up high and tight as it hung. Annie tentatively touched his cock and then gripped it awkwardly in her hand.
