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Payback's Ramifications - my ending to hansbwl's series Does Honesty Pay?
http://www.literotica.com/s/does-honesty-pay-of-course-not
hansbwl's story certainly left us in a quandary. Keith wakes up at a party in bed with a naked woman, a visitor from out of town. He asks her not to speak of what had happened, or hadn't, since neither recalled the night before. He goes home and, feeling guilty, decides to be honest, and confesses to his wife shortly after. She goes crazy, as women tend to do in these stories.
She gives him the cold shoulder, then ties him down, leaving him to watch a video of her having sex with three of his friends, over a period of three days. One of them was the host of the party where Keith got in trouble. While he's deciding what to do, she learns that it was a setup, and her husband did nothing. The man she'd slept with, her husband's friend, had done it as a joke, and jumped at the opportunity to sleep with her.
She is distraught, and must decide what to do. At the end of hansbwl's tale, she appears to decide to hide the knowledge from him.
What follows is what I believe could happen next...
Thanks to hansbwl for his generous permission to continue this story.
Other's have written continuations - these include Ohio and H20wader, as well at hansbwl's own conclusion, if you'd like a taste of other endings.
I like finishing stories. I guess I'm a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. Others just cry out for an extended ending. In cases like this, it's a story where the author has invited others to continue their work, in The Troubador's & Patricia51'stradition.
When offered the opportunity, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
Some of you won't like my endings. That's fair enough. I'm happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author's idea of a fitting resolution. You're welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one.
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Keith lay in the bed, the monitor blank, the video having just ended. He'd screwed up. Even if it was only drinking to excess, he'd made a mistake. Ended up naked with a stranger. He honestly didn't remember doing anything with her, and doubted he did, but it was still a mess.
He'd been honest with his wife, and that hadn't turned out so well. Still, he was a firm believer in honesty and being open. Even if it hurt.
Susan's response had been so over the top, he didn't know how he could live with it. All her stupid little quips before and during the video about the sex she was going to give him were unlikely ever to happen. Not after what he'd seen.
Screwing his friends, rubbing it in his face, doing things she'd never done with him. Giving her virgin ass to that jerk Roger, sucking John after sex, shaving her pussy. The hour of video had been edited. He only witnessed four sessions, one each with Tim and Roger, and two with John, but he had little doubt there were more.
The way she did it, carefully planned, in their home, in their marital bed, over a period of six days, hiding it from him, was just as scary. Her portrayal on the video, not angry, but playful, laughing, joking about what she was doing, and how she might bring some of the new stuff home to him. How she clearly enjoyed it. Thinking he would be excited by watching her become a cheating whore. It was too much. Way too much.
It was going to be difficult, but he reached for the phone she'd left. She'd given him strict directions that he could only call 911 or her. Directions he was now going to ignore.
"Jane? I have an emergency. I need you to come over here as soon as possible."
"What's wrong, Keith? Is it Susan?"
"Please, I'll explain it when you arrive. As quickly as you can. You'll need to get the key from under the planter on the front porch. The alarm is set, and the code to turn it off is 4321. Got that?"
"You're scaring me Keith. How come you can't let me in?"
"Please, Jane. I swear, this is an emergency. Code 4321. If you can, call Karen and Claire, Roger's and John's wives, and have them meet you here. Don't let it hold you up; I need you here as soon as possible. Please!"
"Oh, God! I... I'm on my way!"
Jane only lived a couple of blocks away. Even walking it would only take five minutes or so. Karen and Claire were her neighbors. It was now a race.
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Susan was nervous, parked in front of her own house. She didn't know if she could face him, hide her guilt. She'd betrayed him, cheated, and humiliated her husband, because of a prank. Keith had done the right thing, confessing what had happened, brutally honest in every detail, if what she'd overheard was true. And she'd tortured him for it.
She brushed the tears from her eyes.
Get yourself together,
she thought.
It's done. It was a mistake, but you can make a big scene of forgiving him, and make it up to him. No lies, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him or us. He can never know.
It took a huge effort to finally drag herself out of the car. She looked down at her clothing. The short skirt, sleazy underwear, and transparent shirt she'd flaunted before leaving the house. She was disgusted with herself, and her behavior. She'd find a way to make it up to him, somehow.
Susan entered her home, hearing the beeping of the alarm, and disabled it. She needed to start this right. She selected a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two stemmed glasses. She stripped down to her lingerie.
He was probably sporting an erection for at least an hour now, seeing her with those bastards. She'd take care of him, pleasure him like she never had before. She'd do everything. All the asinine things she'd done with them, as part of her petty revenge. Things she should have done only with her husband.
Remember,
she told herself.
He's not totally guiltless. He did flirt with that woman, and drank far too much.
In her heart, she knew how weak that argument was. How many times, at how many parties, had she drunk a few too many, flirted too much, confident that her man would take care of her, as he always had. No, she couldn't think about that.
She had the bottle in one hand, two glasses in the other, as she made that long walk up those stairs, bracing herself, preparing to hide the guilt, and to make things right.
She turned into the room where her husband was. Still cuffed to the bed. He was struggling, probably upset. Then she took a second look. She couldn't remember gagging him, or tying his legs down.
The blow to her head made her drop the bottle and glasses. A second one had her seeing stars, collapsing to the ground. She was being dragged across the floor by her hair. Susan tried to scream as she was kicked, scratched, hit with something terribly painful, her hair torn from her skull. She tried to cover up, but the assault continued, a horrible beating until she was sobbing curled up on the floor, every inch of her body aching.
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Susan woke when the cold water her in the face. She gasped, in pain, while she tried to figure out what was going on. A face was in front of hers, angry, vicious. She knew that face. Jane. The bitch whose husband had caused all this.
"Fucking whore!" Jane spat in her face. "Your husband screws around, so you think it's OK to fuck OUR husbands?" Jane slapped Susan's face hard. Susan tried to respond, but realized she was tied to a chair and gagged.
"You fucking CUNT!" Jane moved out of the way, Susan saw a view that made her heart ache. Claire was naked, straddling her husband, riding his cock. "How's it feel, bitch!"
For the next couple of hours, she was forced to watch as the women used Keith. It was only a few minutes in, when they ungagged him. When he tried to speak, Jane covered his face. "Not another word, you bastard. It's you that started all this! If you hadn't fucked my friend, none of this would have happened. You wouldn't have destroyed three good marriages. So don't say a fucking word."
She yanked Keith's head up by the hair, making him look at his brutalized wife. "I take that back. You can say whatever you want." He watched in horror as Karen pulled her arm back, and swung a leather belt against his wife's bare chest. Her gag muffled her scream. "Every word that passes your lips, earns her another lash. From each of us." Claire took the belt, and he cringed when it slashed across Susan's face. "So if you want some revenge on her, here's your chance. You do want some don't you? You slept with another woman, drunk. She fucked the brains out of three married men, close friends, and behaved like a total slut. Hardly fair, is it? Go ahead, Keith, tell me how you feel?"
Keith never uttered a word, turned away when Jane took her turn with the belt, swinging it down against Susan's bare legs as hard as she could. He tried to ignore the running video, where Roger was pushing his 4 incher into his wife's virgin ass.
They used him. Jane forced a pill down his throat, which he'd bought at the gym for a 'special' occasion. They took turns riding his face and his cock. It was painful, hardly pleasurable. They nearly smothered him a few times. After the first hour or so, they calmed a bit. It wasn't loving or affectionate, but at least less torturous.
As first he hadn't responded to their sitting on his face, until he was forced to watch them shave a strip of hair off Susan's head. "Ten minutes each," Jane sneered. "I'm parking on that tongue of yours for 10 minutes. If I don't come, I'm shaving off more. Once she's bald, we'll start the
real
payback."
He did it, his very best. Keith gave the women dozens of orgasms. He had his cock milked dry four times. He had been forced to warn them before coming, and each load went into one of their mouths, before being spit into Susan's face.
When they were done, Jane and Claire got dressed, and took the video as evidence for use in their upcoming divorces. Karen told them she'd release Keith, but she wanted a little more personal revenge.
It took her a while, but her diligence came through, and she got one last erection out of Keith.
