Chapter 12 Betty's Revenge
The incident of unfaithfulness Betty was referring to had happened a few years in the past. She had been a very straight, devoted wife. Sex to her consisted of the missionary position once a month. In fact, Walt's and her sex life had become extremely boring, but she accepted this as the normal progression of a marriage.
Then one day she came home unexpectedly from a visit to her mother's and caught Walt en flagrant dilecto (sic), with the young wife of a neighbor. They were on the living room couch in such a passionate "69" that they didn't hear the front door open or notice the intruder. Betty stood aghast watching the scene, at first not understanding what was going on. Then it dawned on her.
"You bastards!" she screamed "What in the hell do you think your doing? How could you do such a filthy thing? Get up from there and get that bitch out of here."
The neighbor's wife jumped up in horror, perky titties bobbing, and grabbed her clothes. She was almost out the door before she got her short shorts and halter-top on.
Afterward, Walt's protestations about needing more excitement in their sex lives fell on deaf ears. He nevertheless, begged that she not leave him.
"I love you and would do anything to keep you from leaving me. She means nothing to me. It was just a sexual thing," he had implored her.
Betty did love Walt and didn't want to leave him. After thinking about it for a few days she decided to stay with him, but vowed to get revenge.
"I won't leave you, you bastard, but I'll let anybody but you fuck me. We'll see how long you can live with that before you leave me. We'll see just how much you love me."
She then went on her quest for revenge. Her first target was the husband of the neighbor she'd caught Walt with. The neighbor's husband, ignorant of the situation, sent Betty and Walt an invitation to a Halloween party. To both the neighbor's wife and Walt's surprise, Betty accepted the invitation.
Since it was a masquerade, Betty decided to dress for the event as a prostitute. Short leather mini-dress, leather garter belt, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels were her costume. To make it really appear as a costume, and not just a cheap looking way of dressing, she wore a small mask that covered only her eyes.
"My god," Walt told her "you can't go dressed like that, it's far too revealing. You don't even have panties on. What will everyone think?"
Walt was thinking how different their sex life would have been if she'd dressed like that for him.
"Shut the fuck up," Betty replied. "You don't ever tell me again how to conduct myself after the way you conducted yourself with that slut."
At the party, her outfit had the desired affect on the host. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, as was the case with most of the other men present. To Betty's surprise, this attention had a very sexually stimulating affect on her.
As the party progressed and drinks were consumed, Betty began flirting outrageously with the host. She also noted that his wife was doing her share of flirting, too. However, Betty noted that she steered as clear of Walt as possible. And, although Walt was displeased with Betty's behavior, she knew he dared not say anything to her.
Eventually, Betty noticed the host's wife across the room in deep conversation with another of their neighbors. She noticed the man's hand was on her nylon-clad knee, and occasionally moved further and further up her thigh. She seemed to encourage him by slightly spreading her legs every time he moved up. In spite of that she seemed to be trying to keep an eye her husband and Betty.
The man was Walt's age and Betty thought the girl must have an oedipus complex because both he and Walt were old enough to be her father. Her husband, on the other hand was a handsome, well built, young man in his twenties. To her surprise, her juices were starting to ooze, thinking about what she was about to do with him. And they were starting to ooze down her legs, since she had no panties on.
"Something's happening to me," she thought. "I never felt turned on like this with Walt. Revenge is indeed going to be sweet."
Betty noticed that the young man couldn't keep his eyes off her cleavage and barely covered breasts. And she noticed an accompanying swelling in his pants. Now's the time, she thought.
"I believe I've had one too many," she said to her host "where's the bathroom?"
"Just down the hall," he replied, pointing.
"Don't you have one upstairs I could use?" she asked, giggling seductively. "As hot as you've made me flirting with me, I may have to stay awhile, and I don't want to be interrupted."
"Ah gosh, ah, sure. Upstairs, down the hall on the right," he stammered, surprised that this mature woman he had been lusting after would make such a remark. He was also embarrassed that he was having such thoughts about a woman nearly old enough to be his mother.
"Look," she said, staggering a bit and rubbing her tits up against him "I've had a few too many. I may not be able to find it. Couldn't you help me find it."
Her double entendre wasn't lost on him.
"Ah, sure, after you," he said pointing up the stairs.
She started up the stairs ahead of him and he hesitated a moment. "Now's the time to see if she has panties on under that micro dress," he thought.
Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed as he saw two beautiful, bare buns above nylon stockings swaying up the stairs on stiletto heels. Knowing he was watching made Betty's pussy tingle.
When they came to a bathroom, Betty asked if he didn't have another one, more private.
"Well, yes," he said, "down here in our master bedroom."
As they entered the bedroom Betty suddenly turned on her host, threw her arms around him, and, laying a big wet kiss on him, began humping up against him, clutching at his now huge hard-on.
"So that's what you want, eh?" he asked, lust overcoming his fear of getting caught. "Then get your ass over on that bed."
"Yes, yes, do what you will with me," she panted, as she kneeled down and began undoing his pants.
"Good god," he thought, "this bitch is for real. If I'm going to be unfaithful to my wife I might as well get as much out of her as possible."
As she jerked his pants and underwear down his cock sprung loose and bobbed in her face.
"God, you're beautiful," she murmured.
She started to rise.
"Oh, no, bitch," he barked, holding her down "while you're there take a big suck on this."
"Oh, I couldn't. I've never done this, even with my husband," she said, thinking that maybe she'd gotten herself in too deep.
"There's always a first time," he said, and holding her head he placed the head of his cock against her lips and pushed. To his surprise, her lips parted and he entered her mouth.
She was as surprised as he was. The sight of that large cock, dangling in her face made her wonder what it would feel like to suck it, but she'd never have tried it on her own. But when he grabbed her head and forced it to her lips she couldn't resist and sucked it in. At this point she realized that she had secretly hoped Walt would take the initiative and make her do it to him.
As if starved, Betty began sucking and jacking on that beautiful prick while he freed her tits and pinched and fondled them.
He soon pulled loose, afraid it would all end too soon.
He then pulled her to her feet. He pulled up her dress, pushed her back on the bed, spread her legs, and buried his face in her muff.
"Oh, stop it. That's so nasty, dirty, awful, awf....aw..aw god that feels so good."
"Why didn't I let Walt do these things to me? Maybe he wouldn't have had to turn to that slut for it," she thought, as an orgasm like she'd never had before overcame her.
Betty was thinking of all the years that she and Walt had wasted, not having this kind of sex.
The host then pulled her over on top of him and entered her from below. Another first for her. She'd never been on top before. It felt fantastic to be in control and be able to hump at her own pace.
"Rub your fingers in those juices around my dick and start rubbing your clit," he demanded.
"Touch that nasty stuff?" she asked hesitating. She'd always kept a towel handy when she and Walt made love so she wouldn't have to touch the mess.
