Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two parts, you probably should so you can understand what's going on between this wife (Bev) and her husband (Dave)... and the neighbor (John) that blackmailed her previously. If shared wives or swinger sex is something you don't enjoy or approve of, you probably should move on and not waste your time with this story series.
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Only a few days had passed since John had blackmailed Bev into having sex with him. What John didn't know when he approached Bev with his blackmail plan, nor when she'd sucked and fucked him "to keep him quiet," nor when he left after having collected "his payment," was that Bev and her husband Dave were swingers. They enjoyed being in the lifestyle and Bev regularly enjoyed sexual play with other men. She often videotaped her play sessions to enjoy watching later while playing with her husband and there were plenty of occasions when she played while her husband watched in person or joined in and she got the pleasure of having two cocks to satisfy her.
John had seen a man going into Bev's house one morning and had snuck over to look through a window. He ended up capturing several minutes of video of her pleasuring one of her playmates and had used that video to blackmail her. Without his knowledge, Bev had videotaped the encounter and showed it to her husband later that evening while enjoying a good romp session with him as well. Bev had enjoyed the fuck session with John and Dave had enjoyed watching the video later that evening. Then they set about planning how to get revenge on John for his asshole blackmail plan. The plan they had developed was being put into motion on this particular morning.
On a fairly regular basis, Dave and John played golf together. Their neighborhood had its own country club and golf course. It wasn't nationally rated or overly well-known outside the local area, but it was nice enough. John and Dave didn't like to fight the crowds for early tee-times so they usually started off about ten or ten-thirty on Saturday morning. On this particular Saturday morning the weather was quite nice with mostly sunny skies and temperatures in the high seventies. It was warm enough to allow for short sleeves but not so hot they'd be pouring sweat. While they both would enjoy a cold beer back at the country club after they finished their round of eighteen holes, neither of them drank beer while playing. Instead they brought bottles of water and both had small cooling packs built into their golf bags. They fully embraced golf as exercise and so didn't rent a cart but walked the course, carrying their bags.
John was enjoying what he thought was the secret knowledge that he had fucked Dave's wife just a few days earlier. It felt devious and delightful as he thought he had a secret and that, somehow, it gave him power over his opponent.
Dave was enjoying the secret knowledge that he was going to thoroughly interrupt John's concentration during the first nine holes. He just hadn't decided where yet. He was nice enough not to do it right before John teed off on any given hole, but on the fairway of the fifth hole, after they had both demonstrated their skills with decent starting shots, John was just lining up his approach stroke to the green. As he got set and positioned for the shot, Dave casually commented, "You know, there's something I think we need to discuss while we're out here today."
"What's that?" John asked, sounding just as casual as Dave had.
Dave waited until John was pulling his club back for his shot and then said, "You fucking Bev." The shock of the statement combined with the timing resulted in John's stroke planting in the tee grass, not even touching his ball and almost bending his club.
Without even trying to repeat the shot or continue the game at that point, John looked at Dave with a feigned look of surprise - when what he was really feeling was a mix of fear and nerves - "What?!"
"Go ahead and take your shot," Dave said evenly. "But we need to discuss you having fucked my wife this week." He was taking great delight in the look of panic on John's face. The asshole deserved it after having blackmailed Bev for sex. "There's no sense in denying it. She told me all about it."
John's mind was racing and he wasn't sure what to respond. Denial? Lie? Show a level of bravado and try to laugh it off? He was trying to read Dave's mood and wasn't having any luck. He lined up his shot again and tried to use the time to consider his position while focusing just enough on the shot not to mess it up again. This time his stroke was reasonably smooth and his ball landed on the green, bounced once and rolled to within about ten feet of the hole. He wanted to brag for a moment about the shot but any emotions related to the game were well buried beneath his churning emotions in response to Dave's statements.
As John stepped out of the way, Dave stepped over to his ball and prepared for his shot. He continued to be casual about the game and his conversation. He was enjoying the sight of John's nervous squirming no matter how cool he tried to appear. As Dave lined up his shot he said, "Bev confessed everything to me when I got home from work that day. And the funniest part is, I would have been happy for her to have enjoyed a good fuck, but being blackmailed into it is completely unacceptable." With that he completed his shot and his ball ended up a foot or two closer to the hole than John's was.
John was choking on Dave's words. He'd have been HAPPY for Bev to have fucked another guy? What was going on here? He was quiet for a few minutes as they leisurely walked to the green. When they got there, since Dave was closer he was going to putt first. As he got set, John finally found a way to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm confused, Dave," he said. "You seem okay with your wife cheating on you, and say you wouldn't care that I had sex with her, but you're upset about her being..." he paused as he tried to think of nicer word than 'blackmail' to use and then finished, "...coerced into it?" Dave finished his putt, sinking his ball, before he looked up at John to answer.
"You didn't 'coerce' her into it, John," he said flatly. "Coercion might be seduction, or innuendo or even just straight forward requesting sex, but no... you BLACKMAILED her into it. You used the threat of sneakily captured video to put her in a position of having no choice under threat of destroying our marriage." He let that hang for a moment to let the weight of it sneak in. After a few moments he continued. "What you didn't know is that Bev wasn't cheating on me. 'Cheating' implies sneaking around and being dishonest. I was, and always am, completely aware of Bev's sexual activities. She's been having sex with other men for years."
John choked even more on this new revelation. His putt forgotten he sputtered out his question. "She's been fucking other men for years?! What the fuck kind of marriage do you have?"
"A better one than yours apparently," replied Dave. "We are open and honest with each other. We prioritize each other's pleasure. We are not selfish or possessive. I enjoy seeing Bev reveling in the pleasure of having a man orally worship her before stretching and filling her to give her a good fuck before either cumming into her or spraying it all over her... which she really likes, by the way." Dave paused to let some of that sink in. "We've been happily married for a long time and what works for us in our marriage isn't for anyone else to judge... OR take advantage of in some lowlife fucking way," he said. "Take your putt," he finished.
His brain a blur of images and confusion, John took his putt, missed, took another, missed and finally sunk his ball in the hole on the third try. Dave chuckled and commented, "It's a good thing you're better at fucking than golf." John whipped his head around at the comment, not sure what to make of it but feeling like he'd been both insulted and complimented at the same time. The confusion was clear on his face for Dave to read and Dave didn't hesitate to continue. "Oh, yeah," he said, "neither Bev nor I told you. You're entire tryst with her was videotaped. That's why she took you into the guest room. It's where she plays with all of her men so she can videotape it for us to watch together later when I reclaim her." He did pause then to let that all sink in before continuing. "We have the entire event on tape including the part where you confessed that fucking Bev was what you had blackmailed her for AND the part where she encouraged you to 'take your full payment' by cumming inside her." He finished off by adding, "Actually, it was kind of hot to see her walk over to turn off the camera with your cum running down the inside of her thigh."
Now John really was in a panic. There was videotape? He was so mentally and emotionally off-balance that he felt nauseous and dizzy at the same time. The blood drained from his face and he felt short of breath. There was videotape? He couldn't get past that thought. There was proof he'd cheated on his wife. Were Dave and Bev pissed off enough to actually show it to Janet? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck... Dave could see the shock of panic roll through John and although he didn't want his neighbor to have a heart attack on the course, he felt this was at least partial punishment for having blackmailed Bev into sex.
Dave was picking up his golf bag and heading toward the next hole by the time John came out of his panic daze enough to do the same. Dave had completed half of the plan that he and Bev had come up with. The next part could wait a bit. He needed to let John calm down and, at the same time, worry about the proof of the videotape. At the next hole, Dave let John tee off first, and while he was doing that, Dave texted Bev. "Things going as planned. He's freaking out about the videotape." John's tee off shot wasn't spectacular but it was at least straight. Dave set up and took his shot and felt his phone vibrate as he was putting his driver back in his bag. Bev's return text said, "Good. I'm kinda hoping everything goes as planned. I'd enjoy the 'reward' part today. ;-)"
Dave didn't say anything more about the tape, the event or John's blackmail intentions as they played the next couple of holes. John didn't utter a word, seemingly lost in his own thoughts and trying to hold his own on the course. Several holes later, when it seemed like John had calmed down some, Dave restarted the conversation. As he set up his tee shot he casually said, "So, while I've made it clear that you having sex with Bev doesn't bother me in the least, I think you can also understand why we both feel like the blackmail part was both underhanded and a generally shitty thing to do... and we feel like you ought to pay for it somehow." With that he swung his driver and hit a beautiful shot straight down the fairway, guesstimating the distance at about 225 yards or more.
