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 hope you enjoy Dustin's wife.
Pt. 2 Vicki's ass
When Dustin's ramblings got too much Mike would just go to dream land and think about all the things Andy and him were going to do to the wife. Mike was surprised Dustin didn't ask why he got a boner every time they talked. Maybe he thought Mike was queer. Which was fine with him. If he thought Mike was a fag then he wouldn't connect him with fantasies about dumping a load down Vicki's throat.
Four days after the birthday party Andy came up to Mike. "You'll never guess who just called."
Mike saw this big SEG (shit eating grin) on his face and out of the blue thought of Vicki. Well, it wasn't really out of the blue. Mike had been thinking about her for the past four days. He almost jerked his dick raw thinking about her crazy sex games.
"Vicki?" Mike said.
"Fuck you asshole." Andy answered.
"What?"
"I wanted to surprise you and you ruined it."
"What'd she want? Why'd she wait so long?" Mike said.
"She wants you to know you have a skinny, ugly dick and a 12 year old fucks better than you." Andy said, smirking. "And she wants to know if we are free after work."
Mike grabbed his crotch. "She wants MY ugly dick??"
Andy shook his head. "Maybe she'll sit on your face and suffocate you."
"What a way to go." Mike stuck his tongue out.
Quick as a snake, Andy surprised him by slapping his tongue with a dirty hand. Mike started spitting and wiping it off.
"Go wash your tongue, we got a date."
They both went home and cleaned up. Mike wondered in the shower what she had in store for them. He started pulling his cock. It took all his self control to stop and not waste a load on the tile.
Andy picked him up because they figured one car was less noticable. They wondered if Dustin had a spy in his neighborhood? Andy parked around the corner. He remembered there was a back gate so they snuck around to the back yard. Once in the yard they could see into the house.
Vicki was in the livingroom wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. She was sitting on the couch and her hand was down her pants rubbing her pussy. Every couple seconds she looked to the front door, like a kid afraid of getting caught. Andy knocked on the patio door and she jumped like a scared cat.
"What are you doing back here? Get in here quick." Vicki said. She looked around before closing the door. She shut the blinds and locked the door. Andy moved in behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and started sliding his hands up her body. Vicki pulled away from him. Mike noticed her nipples were pushing against her shirt.
"Don't." She said, pushing his arms away.
"What's wrong, honey?" Andy asked.
"Please don't call me that? I'm married and not to you. I can't do this." She said in a guilty voice. "It's wrong. I don't want to cheat on my husband." She moved to the livingroom. She sat on the couch, folding her legs under her.
"Any more, you mean. Cause you've already cheated on your husband." Andy replied.
"You had us come over to tell us that you can't do it? You coulda told Andy on the phone. What do you really want?" Mike said angrily.
"Oh, don't be mad. I know I could have. I wanted to tell you in person." She was sitting on the couch, wringing her hands together. "I was angry the other night. And a little drunk. Dustin hadn't had sex with me for a few weeks, so I was vunerable. And you took advantage of that."
