Cheating Cunts Club: Bianca

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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"I'm never married so it's not really cheating, is it?"

Bianca was a rebel; she took her jalapeño margarita with pink Tibetan salt.

"I mean, cheating is like, you're engaged or married, but mostly married. Until you take vows, do what you want, right? And promising to marry sometime, or pledging to be exclusive or whatever, those aren't really vows, right?"

Kittra said, "So if you're not really cheating, then you don't qualify for the Cheating Cunts Club, now do you?"

Kittra was like that. She had flunked her contract law class.

Bianca's dark hand raised her drink to her puffy red lips, then down again.

"Well. *I* don't think it's really cheating, but the guys do. They feel all fucked-over, 'But you promised!' they whine. I don't feel so bad about kicking them to the curb then. I hate whiners. Fucking luzers, hey? But mostly I just vanish."

Evie waved her hand. The barkeep brought refreshers to the Cheating Cunts Club table. Drinks were sipped or slurped, depending on pain levels.

Evie asked, "So why do you think you are or aren't cheating?"

Bianca's trimmed Afro hair quivered as she took a big slurp from her drink.

"Ah, yeah. That's nice. So anyway, it's about being serious. I haven't got serious yet. They're all just test runs but hey, they don't realize it. Maybe someday I'll get serious and then I won't cheat. Of course if HE cheats then, he's dead meat. I know how to use a knife."

Lauren laughed from down the table.

"That's your problem, Bini. You think this shit matters. Long-term? There is no long-term except the sucker who supports you. Leave hubby home. Find a dumb stud. Fuck him on a pool table or park bench, in a parking lot or motel, anywhere he can't trace you - nowhere near your home or where hubby might notice. Not in the dumb stud's home either, because he's an animal and you need to stay off his turf. Fuck him and his brother, dump him and his brother, and then find another and more. It's so easy. They're everywhere. Then go home and be the sweet wife. Hubby will never guess. That's what works for me."

Bianca said, "Ah, but I like this game. It's a game. If you don't play, you can't win. Someday I may hit a jackpot, a guy with money and a big dick and a god sense of guilt so he won't fuck around or run off. It's like, well, like..."

--

I was just 18. I had been a mousy nothing in high school, just another dumb black chick with small tits, skinny legs, and no talent.

I started to blossom in the first semester. I was in fucking full bloom in second semester. Boys started following me. All the boys, black, white, yellow, red, brown, and probably green and purple boys too. And I could tell I was getting ripe. There are odors, you know.

It started in what Grandma called "going steady," which was supposed to mean exclusive. Go steady with a guy or gal or whatever, do not fuck around while you're a pair, yada yada.

My first 'steady' was a Vietnamese guy I lasted a couple weeks with. He got boring and I fucked around and found a black track runner with an amazing tongue. I had them both for a few days before I broke off with Nguyen. Then I found this big Swede with a monster cock. He'd fuck me, and then I'd go to Jaden to lick me out. I do not think he noticed the flavor at first.

I set a pattern. I'd go steady, go exclusive, with a guy for a week. Well, once it was a girl, but well... Anyway, I'd pledge my body to a guy for a week, and after four or five days I'd go looking for a replacement, fuck some guys, find the next prospect. Then the last 'steady' got to lick the new steady's cum from my cunt for a couple days.

About the girl? She was fun. Girls really are better at licking pussy. But she was playing this game too. She cheated on me in three days with all sorts of boys and girls. I found out. Her pussy tasted different each time. That should have warned me.

But I like dicks inside me. One at a time is enough. One after another ain't too bad but the way I work this, I usually need to keep the timing right. Sometimes two-for-one works out. I "went steady" with Mexican twin brothers. They double-dicked me real nice. I was faithful for ten days before I went hunting again.

Graduation day was uncomfortable. My family was there to cheer for me. Lots of grads got big cheers. But when I went up for my diploma, my family cheered, but all my ex-steadies hissed. No boos or yells or anything, just loud hisses. It sounded like a snake attack.

I learned from that. Make sure the guys you commit to do not know each other.

I was more careful in my big-city college. I usually went exclusive for a couple weeks, then switched to someone from elsewhere, never the same team or frat or business. Professors and TA's were off-limits because they could hurt my grades when I dumped them.

After college was easy. I got a job doing product demos at trade shows. Stand there looking pretty, flash some flesh, push my tits out while waving the product around. Another week, another city, another show. So after we setup, on the first day, I would snag some executive doing the show circuit, fuck him in his hotel room. tell him I was madly in love with him, tell him to divorce his wife so we could get married, happy ever after, yada yada.

"Oh baby, you fuck like a god! I'm yours forever! Rake me away from all this!"

Some of them actually believed me, or pretended to. Some knew what was up but fucked me anyway, sure, like I would object. Some lasted until we tore down and moved on to the next city, the next show. I did not push the same stuff at each show so I did not encounter the same guys. Well, once or twice, sure, but those were mostly playing the game, too.

Now, here I am. I run my business from my Android tablet so I am not tied down anywhere, don't have to give out a fixed address to anyone. I breeze through this megalopolis and find suckers all over. I promise myself to them. They fuck me good - and I only deal with guys who fuck good. They give me stuff, sometimes an engagement ring.. I have a nice collection.

Then, a couple weeks later, I am gone, off for the next trial run. Maybe I'll stop sometime. Maybe not.

--

Kittra said, "A collection of failed engagement rings? You're doing good, girl! That sounds to me like cheating, and the smart way. A collection of wedding rings without divorces could be trouble. You can be busted for bigamy. But as long as you're not on record, you can break all the verbal promises you want. You make sure they're not taping you, right?"

She remembered SOMETHING from that contract law class.

Bianca said, "Funny about that. One of my demo products was a little security thingy that puts out an EMF field, that's like hot radio waves or X-rays, that jams all nearby digital electronics. It's always in my purse and I switch it on before I make any promises."

Evie asked, "How about if you DO get married? Do you think you can maybe not cheat on a husband? I mean, you've been doing this for years now. It's a habit. Can you break it?"

Bianca said, "Okay, you got me. I really DID hit the jackpot. I really AM married, to a nice, sweet, very rich East Indian guy who has no idea of my fucking around. I'm a loving wife at home, doing business on my tablet, and then I have to go somewhere for a meeting, that's what I tell Jarawal. I go away for a few days, hit a convention, snag an attendee, get fucked and maybe another engagement ring, and then I disappear, go back home where I'm the perfect helpmate. It's so easy."

Kittra said, "You really are a cheating cunt. Welcome to the club."

Bianca smiled.

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Jarawal was a clever digital engineer. He first saw Bianca at a show where she mindlessly pushed gadgets from his high-tech startup. Her amorality intrigued him as much as her splendid body and savage grace. He noticed that she always wore the same ostentatious earrings. He found duplicates and planted tiny wireless recorders in them. Some fast-acting short-duration knockout drops in her drink let him switch the earrings.

He knew her every word and deed from then on. Through a cutout, he provided her with the "security thingy" which indeed jammed other signals but not its own, and that recorded even better than the same constant earrings that were still her habit. Like her cheating.

He easily maneuvered her into marriage. He possessed an ample fortune by then. He made himself an easy catch. He proposed lavishly. She would have been really, really dumb to turn him down. And he demanded so little from her!

He upgraded her earrings. Now they recorded 3D holographic images of his wife and her lovers. He could view her infidelity from any angle.

He could and did watch it all. So did his twin brother Sanjit, both naked. They stroked each other's dicks while the 3D images floated before them. One might fellate the other during dull visual moments. One might push his greased anus onto his brother's stiff dick and wiggle during hot scenes. They liked the sex. And they liked to watch.

"Which of us will be Jarawal when she comes home?" one asked.

"I had her last week, before the Vegas thing. It's your turn."

"This is getting old. How about we switch every night?"

"Sure, that will be fun. Do you think she'll notice?"

"After all the fucks she's had, she probably wouldn't notice if a bonobo did her."

"No, she's a marvel of nature. A bonobo wouldn't treat those conical, fluffy tits right. Or are you working on the zeta-five series of nervous system implants?"

"Just wait till we get those wired into her. We'll play her like a marionette."

"Just so! Look, she's about to leave that bar and I bet she'll come straight home. That'll take an hour. Let's get clean and suck each other a lot."

"Sounds good to me, brother." They kissed deeply.