This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.
This is a series about a couple guys who wanted to get back at an asshole at work, which so many of us do. The guy's wife, who is innocent of any wrong doing, is the instrument of that payback.
This is a made up story and the characters are made up also. It is based on some real experiences, for instance; I lived with a woman who could climax by simply having her tits fondled and sucked, nothing else just tittie play.
I also know from experience that if you can get your naked cock into a married or single woman's hand and if she doesn't rip it off, hurt you in some way, scream loud enough to wake the dead or just let go and walk away, then you are going to get sucked, fucked or jerked off. A couple drinks don't hurt.
Women love secrets. When I was younger I was an amateur photographer and I was amazed at how much clothing I could remove and how much flesh I could touch for the sake of a 'good picture'. And never did a boyfriend or husband come looking for me.
It started as a single story but as many writers and readers know, you sometimes get a character that you enjoy so much you don't want to see them leave. That's what happened here. I wanted to know more about them and their backstory. I like the character of Vicki and in a perfect world, she would be my ideal woman, of course I would also need a best friend I trusted enough to fuck her with me. That's tough to find.
I tried to write in the style of the 'Traveler's Companion' paperbacks I read as a teenager. With protracted oohs and ahhs and various sounds for grunts and groans and long drawn out I'm cumming. It's tough to put the sounds made during sex into a readable context, and to just say - they came - seems to deny the passion and intensity of a really good orgasm. Kinda like those people who make a tiny whispered 'choo' when they sneeze.
Finally, I am a romantic. What started as a sex for revenge story ends up being a love story. So if you are one who doesn't believe in love or that good sex and love can't go together then don't read past chapter 5. Oh, the remaining chapters are still filled with raw sex and uncontrollable urges, but in a less angry fashion.
I gauge my stories by how many times I have to stop writing and handle a rising problem. Chapter one is a two boner.
I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife.
Dustin's Wife
Pt. 1: Vicki Cheats
Dustin was the biggest asshole that ever worked in the shop. He was always trying to kiss up to the shop foreman, Andy. He was the worst worker but he walked around like he was king shit. Telling everyone what they were doing wrong about the job and in their personal life.
"Hey Mikester." Mike hated when he called him that. "You know what you shoulda done with your wife? Keep her on her guard. Keep questioning her about where she's going, who she's seeing. You gotta be the boss with women. If she knew you'd beat the crap outta her, maybe she wouldn't have run off. Yep. Control, thats the key."
Mike's wife left him a couple years ago and it was still a sore spot. Now this dick was picking at that sore.
"Like you fucking know, peckerhead."
"Heyyy. Don't get mad at me cause she left. I got my wife on a short leash. She so much as looks at another guy, I give her a slap on the ass so hard it makes her eyes tear up. He slapped his hand down on the lunch table. "Don't even think it, bitch. I say. That pulls her right back in line. She knows I'll beat her like a drum if she fools around and then leave her with no money."
Mike smiled thinking that this scrawny fuck couldn't beat up a turd. His wife must be some scared mousey little thing.
"What the fuck's going on in here?" Andy heard the noise and thought there was trouble.
"Oh nutting boss." Dustin whimpered and ran back to the work area.
"You okay?" Andy asked after Dustin was gone. "I don't have to worry about you putting a hammer in his skull, do I?" He asked, smiling.
"No." Mike laughed. "I'd like to, but I won't. He was just giving me advice on how to handle women."
"Him?? Women? He don't know shit about womem." Andy sat down and lit a smoke. They were friends. Went fishing together a couple times a month. Went to each others for bar-b-ques. His wife had died a while back and he was still single. Mike asked him once why he never remarried.
"Cause I don't trust em. I trusted my wife. I know she never cheated, she wasn't the type. But the women I've met since she died, man oh man, cock hungry whores most of them. I have screwed more married women in the past five years. It's gotten to the point I can tell if a woman is a cheater just by looking at her. And you'd be surprised how many there are."
"Dustin said control is the answer. His wife is under control." Mike said
"What? Bullshit. You ever met his wife?" Andy's face lit up when he talked about her. Mike shook his head.
"A goddess. It's hard to believe a dick like him could have such a good looking wife. She's in her early 30's, I'd guess. Beautiful face, tits out to here and an ass made for fucking. But he treats her like crap. Maybe it's because he knows he's a 4 and she's a 14." He licked his lips.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. Primo grade 'A' pussy there. I was over at his place one Sunday, he was trying to suck up and get more money. We went out back and she was there sunbathing in the back yard. He screamed at her to get her ass in the house and put some clothes on. She ran scared into the house but not so fast that I couldn't see them big tits jiggling and that sweet ass. Oh man that ass. I could fuck that for a week straight."
He stopped and stared off into space for a moment. "Funny thing." He looked at Mike again.
"Dustin had his back to her and just as she got to the sliding door, she stopped and smiled at me. Not a scared or embarassed smile. But the kind of smile that gets your dick hard. She tossed her hair back and went inside. Didn't see her again the rest of the day."
"Okay, Mr. I can tell by looking, is she cheating?" Mike laughed.
"If she ain't, she's going to." He said, seriously. "And I would love to be there when she does. Umm, umm, ummm."
His assessment gave Mike an idea. "I think I might know a way we can make that happen, if you're game. If he really is as jealous and controlling as he claims, we'll either both get some pussy or both go to jail."
"Count me in." He said and shook Mike's hand. "Now get your ass back to work."
Mike knew they were looking for a swing shift boss and Dustin would be chomping at the bit to get get the job. He talked to Andy and after he heard the plan, Andy said he would tell Dustin that he was thinking of him for the position. It was Andy's birthday in a couple days and the plan was to not invite Dustin to a party, while dropping hints that Andy wanted to talk about the job.
"Me and a couple other guys and their wives are taking him to Clint's for a birthday party. Nothing special."
"Clint's? How come I wasn't invited?"
"We didn't think you and your wife went for hanging out with the guys."
"My wife don't go much for social functions. She's a stay at home type. But I can be there. I never been to Clint's. Where is it?"
Mike figured he'd say that. A guy as jealous as him would want to keep the wife at home. "Great. Then I won't be the only guy going stag."
"Right." He said. "The other guys are bringing their wives?"
"Yeah. You know Andy has a thing about family since his wife died. He may notice that you and I are the only ones without wives but I got an excuse. That's why I figure I ain't getting too many promotions, being single and all. But it's all good. I make enough for me." Mike left him there, thinking.
About 20 minutes later he asked what time and where Clint's was. Mike told him 8:30 that would get him there 30 minutes after the others. Then he asked if it was dress up or could they come casual. They??? Good.
Andy almost busted a gut when Mike told him about the expression on Dustin's face when he said the promotion thing.
"I don't give a fuck about family. Hell I don't care if a guy has two wives, a mistress and is banging his sister on the side if he can do the job." Andy stood up and grabbed his coat . "Let's get to Clint's and see if your plan worked. To pussy." He said, finishing his beer.
"To married pussy." Mike said and followed him.
Clint's is more a tavern than a resturant. Low lights, pool tables, some food and tables and it's loud. The tables near the wall were the darkest. There was one booth in this little alcove that was called the jerk off table because it was so dark you could get a hand job or even a blow job there and no one could see. Andy said he had gotten blown by a boss's wife in that booth.
When they got there the stage was set. None of the guys had brought their wives. Clockwise, the seating was Andy in a chair at the end, then Mike and Joe in the booth with two empty spaces at the far end. Dave, Jim and Chris were in the outside chairs. When Mike turned to talk to Andy, he couldn't see the far end of the booth. 'This just might work.' he thought.
Mike saw Dustin at the door. He HAD brought his wife and Andy was right, she was a stunner. He wondered how a peckerhead like him got a sex pot like her. They walked over. It's showtime.
"Hey guys, Happy birthday Andy." He set a gift on the table.
"Thanks." Andy said. "Grab a seat." He pointed to the far end.
"Aren't you going to indroduce me?" His wife asked when Dustin started to move.
"Oh yeah. Guys this is my wife, Vicki."
"Hi."
"Hi Vicki." Everyone called out.
Dustin leaned in to whisper to Mike. "I thought you said there were going to be other wives here."
He shrugged his shoulders. "There were supposed to be."
"And you said 8:30."
Andy heard that and said. "How come you are late? I can't stand it when people are late. Reflection of their work ethic."
Man, he was good. Get Dustin paranoid so he will be sure to try and defend himself and leave the lovely Vicki at the mercy of who ever was sitting beside her. Which was going to be Mike. Dustin wasn't happy as he went around the table and sat next to Joe.
Vicki wasn't really beautiful but cute. Jet black hair almost shoulder length, pert little nose, nice cheeks, big eyes and thick lips. More Courtney Cox than Julia Roberts. But the body. That was something else. Like Pamela Anderson, her first set of fake tits not the second. Vicki's tits were full and round like oversized cantaloupes and walking away she showed two perfect asscheeks that seemed to form a heart. She was only about 5'5" but she made the most of it. There was a wiggle in her walk that belied the frumpy housewife image.
Andy and Mike were laughing and joking just waiting for Dustin to make his move. It took about 15 minutes and a couple beers and he asked Joe if he could sit there.
"Fuck off." Joe said.
He then squeezed past his wife and asked Chris if he could take his seat. Chris looked at the space beside Vicki and started to get up. This could go south real fast.
"Take my seat, Dustin." Mike said, getting up. "I know you got stuff you want to talk to Andy about."
"Thanks Mikester."
Mike was having second thoughts about trapping the unsuspecting woman but when he called him that, they left. "I'll go stand at the bar."
"Bullshit." Andy said. "Go sit down there by Vicki. She won't bite." He looked at Dustin. "Will she?" He shook his head no. "Hey Vicki." Andy shouted, pretending to be drunker than he was. "I'm sending Mike down there. Don't bite him." He laughed.
They figured if the boss told him to sit by the woman, then Dustin couldn't protest. He didn't look happy but didn't say a word. Mike went to the end and she stood up so he could sit by Joe. It was so loud Mike had to lean in to introduced himself. She shook his hand and he watched her tits jiggle. Soft skin. In a little while that hand would be on his cock.
"So what do you do?" Mike threw out to guage her mood.
