Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Hot

Friday, 10 March 2017

Oh, shit!

I knew that I was in trouble as soon as I walked in the door. Sitting in the living room were Staff Sergeant (SSgt) Corman, SSgt Taylor, Technical Sergeant (TSgt) Hanley, TSgt Woods and, worst of all, Senior Master Sergeant (SMSgt) O'Grady. My name's Robert Johnson, and I'm only a Master Sergeant (MSgt) in the Air Force; while I outranked most of them, SMSgt O'Grady outranked me, though he wasn't in my chain of command.

Also sitting in my living room, actually, kind of leaning against the backrest of the chair in which SMSgt O'Grady sat, was my lovely wife Gail, and Gail did not look happy.

"I suppose," Gail began, "you know what all of these Airmen have in common, don't you?"

Yeah, I knew. They were from different squads at Langley Air Force Base, had wildly different jobs, had no real reason to see each other, besides in passing or at the BX, except for one thing: I had fucked all of their wives.

Now, understand: service members screwing other service members' wives is an old, old tradition. Everybody knew that it happened, but no one looked too closely, because all Hell would break loose when the actual trysts were discovered. It was one thing to know that yeah, a lot of wives got laid by men who weren't their husbands, especially in base housing -- though Gail and I weren't in base housing anymore -- but something entirely different to know that MSgt Johnson had been doing the deed with Judy Corman.

And Joanne Hanley.

And Joella Taylor.

And, oh shit, what's her first name? Mrs Woods.

And no one could ever forget Sarah O'Grady. As Irish as her husband, real Irish, an immigrant with her lovely

Contae Luimnigh

accent, jet black hair -- now with streaks of grey -- and flashing green eyes. When Irish eyes are smiling' . . . .

But SMSgt O'Grady's Irish eyes weren't smiling at me. He was a third generation American, had none of the Irish accent, and his steel grey eyes were as cold and deadly as an E-8 with 24 years in the Air Force could have. It was a long-practiced death stare, one which said 'You do not mess with me, boy,' and it was well known that Lieutenants, Captains and even Majors did not mess with O'Grady.

But if I'd never have messed with SMSgt O'Grady, I had messed with his wife, and I think I was about to pay the price for that.

Well, it was clear that I was busted, and the only answer to Gail's question was that yes, I knew.

"Well, dearest husband, these fine gentlemen also know what they all have in common, and, believe me, they are not happy about it. The only question is, how to settle accounts."

It would have been simpler, I suppose, if they had just been there to kick my ass. I'm a big guy, and I spend a lot of time in the gym -- got to keep up with Air Force physical fitness requirements, you know! -- and I'm pretty buff. Gail had always appreciated that. Trouble is, Judy, Joanne, Joella, Sarah and whatever the heck Mrs Woods name was appreciated it as well.

But, strong and buff as I was, there was no way I could take on five men, all in good physical condition, even if only Woods was as big as I am. Between the five of them, they could have mopped up the floors with me, and, truth be told, O'Grady was just plain lethal.

Still, I knew: they weren't going to kick my ass. That's the kind of quick revenge that's immediately gratifying, but that's also the kind of thing that can get you thrown in the stockade -- the Air Force doesn't have its own jails, and prisoners are normally sent to either an Army stockade or Navy brig -- and kicked out of the service. SMSgt O'Grady already had his twenty years in, and could retire if he wanted, but a dishonorable discharge could cost him his benefits and pension. None of the other guys were able to retire yet -- and I was still half a year away from my twenty -- but they didn't need to be brought up on charges.

No, if they were going to get their revenge with their fists, they'd have done it away from my home, out of sight, where I'd have to crawl half a mile to get help.

Trouble is, an ass-kicking would probably have been the least bad thing that could have happened to me.

"And here's how we're going to settle them, sweetie. You fucked all of their wives, right? Well, now, they all get to fuck me."

"Huh?

What?

" I couldn't process that one.

"Oh, yeah, sweetie, they all get to fuck me,

revenge

fuck me, and, even better, you get to watch."

"What the fuck?" I almost exploded.

"Oh, yes, what the fuck indeed." Oh, shit, Gail was enjoying this. "All these years I've been a good, faithful little Air Force wife, while you've been out dipping your wick in anyone who'd spread her legs for you. I think I get to see what I've been missing out on.

"So, we've already got it all planned out. Gary and Clyde -- that's Woods and Taylor -- are going to fuck me, tonight, in our marriage bed, and you are going to sit right in that nice armchair in our bedroom and watch. I've never gotten double-teamed before, and it sounds like fun. I'm going to keep winking at you while I get spit-roasted, and you're going to sit there and take it. You cucked them, and now they're going to cuck you.

"Then, Marc and Jeff, Corman and Hanley to you, get to fuck me next weekend. They aren't interested in a threesome, so one gets me Saturday, and one gets me on Sunday."

"Listen," I interrupted, "yeah, I did a bad thing . . . ."

"

Several

bad things,

many

bad things," Gail shot back.

"But two wrongs don't somehow make a right." I was grasping at straws here.

"No, they don't, but they sure can make

revenge,

can't they, sweetie? Of course, if you don't go along with it, just remember: adultery is still illegal under the UCMJ, and they can have you brought up on charges for fucking their wives. A serial predator, working his way through base housing? 497

th

ISR Group, with a Top Secret clearance, and you'll get caught up in this? Think you'll ever make E-8 with that in your file, even if you don't get thrown in jail?

"But, finally, and this is the fun one, Sergeant O'Grady here, and you ought to

feel

the massive cock he has," Gail said as she fondled him, right in front of me, "has two weeks of TDY at Patrick, right on the Florida coast, and he's taking me with him. I get Spring Break to lay on Cocoa Beach all day, and he gets to put that big dick of his up my pussy all night. But, don't worry, sweetie, I'll be sure to text you every night, and tell you how it went."

They had me, and they knew it. Gail and I had bought the house on Foxhill Road just a few months ago, using a VA loan. If she divorced me, after what I'd done, she'd get the house and alimony, while I'd still be stuck with half of the payments, even though she worked. More, since I was only half a year away from my retirement eligibility, and a divorce would take longer than that if she put up any fuss at all, she'd automatically get half of my retirement! Not only had I fucked up, I had royally fucked myself over.

"And what happens after you get your revenge fucks in, Gail? Are you leaving after that?"

"Oh,

no,

sweetie, I'm not leaving, not leaving at all. As much as I hate your fucking guts right now, I still love you, and I'm going to keep you, but I'm also going to put you in your

fucking place!"

With that, four of the guys -- not O'Grady, he was too senior for that -- grabbed me and hustled me into Gail and my bedroom, slammed me down in the armchair, and Taylor, who was an MP, took two pair of handcuffs and shackled me down. Damn it, they were going to fuck Gail, right now, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

It didn't take them long to get to their work. Woods just started getting undressed, but Taylor, he started undressing Gail, and she was smiling all the way. Then she got down on her knees, and started giving Woods head. At first, she had her back to me, but then Woods told her that they needed to move a bit, so that I could see his cock disappearing into her cute little mouth.

I wanted to shut my eyes, to not see this, but it was like a train wreck: I just couldn't look away.

Then Taylor was ready, and they laid Gail down on the bed, her head over the edge, so that Woods could face fuck her. Gail was never a deep throater -- but, in a cynical thought, I remembered that Woods' wife was -- but she seemed determined to take him deeper than she'd ever taken me.

That was when I saw it: my wife's soft, beautiful pussy, with its bikini line trimmed brown pubes, had already been shaved clean for these guys, and it was glistening with her juices, the plump lips pink and swollen with lust, as Taylor got in position to eat her out.

Man, she was going fucking wild! Yeah, I was pretty good with my tongue as well as my dick, but she never thrashed around like that when I ate her. Of course, she was getting serviced by two guys at once, so maybe that had something to do with it.

It wasn't long before Woods let het know, "Gail, I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" She just gurgled through what sounded like a 'yes,' and then reached her arms up, putting her hands on his ass and pulling him in tighter, as he filled her mouth with spunk. She held him there, throughout his orgasm, and swallowed his load.

Damn, I hated her at that moment, but I couldn't keep it out of my mind: I wanted to face fuck her like that, too, something we'd never really done before. Gail sat up on the bed, with Taylor still eating her, to smile over at me and lick her lips, just to emphasize the fact she'd just swallowed another man's cum.

Then, she put her hands on the back of Taylor's head and started telling him to eat her, eat her harder, pulling him down forcefully, her climax rising fast within her.

This was like a fucking porn movie. Trouble is, it was a porn movie starring my wife!

But the movie wasn't over, not by a long shot. Gail announced that she wanted to get spit-roasted, and got on her hands and knees, doggy style. She wanted Woods' cock back in her mouth, and Taylor behind, to fuck her, fuck her hard. It wasn't long before they got everything lined up, and got their motion in sync, with Gail pushing forward on Woods' cock as she pulled half-way off of Taylor with her pussy. It was mesmerizing, and I hated every second of it, but I just couldn't look away.

It didn't take too long at this before Woods was ready to go again, and then Gail changed things up again. She directed Taylor to lay down on the bed, our

marriage

bed, and told Woods to look in the top drawer of her nightstand.

And there it was, the lube. Anal was a rare treat for me, because Gail was always 'Meh!' about it, but now, with a cock in her pussy, she was going to try her first -- at least, first as far as I knew! -- double penetration.

Gail was rocking slowly on top of Taylor, keeping things just barely going while Woods lubed himself up. Giving Gail a handful of the slippery stuff, I could see her reaching down, greasing her ass, and sticking a couple of fingers in herself to loosen up. In a couple more minutes, she leaned back down, putting her hands on the bed for support, and telling Woods to ease himself in.

"Oof!" she grimaced, "go easy, go slow. I've got to get used to this." She stopped moving on top of Taylor, as Woods worked his way into her butt. A couple of minutes later, she managed to get out, "OK, I think I can do this, just go easy on me."

Well, they did go easy on her, at least to start, but once she got fully used to getting doubled up, she started pushing back harder, and they really got into it. Gail started yelling for them to fuck her, fuck her hard, fuck her ass, and then finally, telling Woods, "Cum in my ass!"

Man, this was hard to watch, but it was also hot as fuck! When they were done, she cleaned Taylor's cock off with her mouth, but she wouldn't do Woods, as he'd been in her ass. I guess she has some limits, I couldn't help but think.

"Oh, fuck, you guys were great," she told them, "I've

never

been fucked like that before."

They grabbed their clothes, and got dressed quickly; they had to get home before their own cheating wives missed them. I couldn't help but think that their wives would be able to smell sex on them, but knew that Mrs Woods and Joella couldn't say anything if they did, because then their husbands would reveal that they had revenge fucked the wife of the guy who'd fucked them; they had the upper hand.

I was still shackled, when Gail came over to me, still naked, still with cum dripping out of her pussy and ass, and talking as sweetly to me as she ever had in our eighteen years together. She was still hot, and she knew it.

"Did you like that, sweetie? Did you like seeing your innocent little wifey getting DPed by those two big guys? Did you like seeing me get fucked by someone else?"

I couldn't say anything, because, as much as I hated it, I was totally turned on, and she knew it. Unbuttoning my uniform jacket, she then undid my trousers, and tried to pull down my pants. I should have resisted, but didn't, using what freedom of movement I had to lift my butt off the chair, to let her pull my trousers down. My cock was rock hard, desperate for release after watching that hot scene.

Then she lowered her head, to take me in her mouth.

Oh, my God, this was hot. She was no better at giving me head than she had been before, but there was something about knowing that she'd swallowed another man's cum less than an hour ago that made it seem wilder. After a couple of minutes of that, she turned around and sat down on my lap, guiding my cock into her pussy. Turning her head over her right shoulder, she cooed at me, as sweetly as she could sound, "How to you like the feel of my freshly fucked pussy? Can you feel what it's like to get sloppy seconds?"

Well, I sure could, and I couldn't help it: it was so hot that my nut was rising in me quickly. Still, it didn't matter: Gail was so hot and turned on, she was going to cum before I did, and she did, slamming down on me hard, and making almost incoherent sounds. She was loving this! Bad thing was, I was loving it just as much as I hated it.

"OK, here's the deal," she said to me, her voice a bit harder now. "Clyde left me the keys, and I'm going to release you, if you can tell me that you're not so pissed that you're going to try anything violent. I can't stop you from being stupid, but if you do, the guys will hear about it soon enough, and then you'll get your ass hauled in by the MPs, and your career ruined just before you hit twenty years. You good, you straight with that?"

I was pissed, but I nodded my assent, and Gail unlocked my shackles. I stood up, towering over her, but she held her ground. I was furious, but managed to keep my temper enough that she turned around, put on her short, satin robe and said, "Come on, let's get something to eat." Stepping back over to me, she reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips; it wasn't until she broke that kiss and headed out of our bedroom that I remembered: Woods had cum in her mouth not that long ago.

What the fuck could I do? I was mad, but I couldn't hit her. Maybe she deserved it, but real men never hit women. I could divorce her, but I had been just as in the wrong as she had, worse really, because I'd fucked not only the five wives she knew about, more than once, but three others whose husbands had since been transferred away from Langley, and weren't in on this revenge.

It was really strange. Once we were in the kitchen, my sweet wife, who'd just been DPed by two other guys, was talking to me normally, like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. Still, her voice moved back and forth between really sweet to a slightly hard edge, even while discussing such mundane things as going to get groceries at the BX (Base Exchange, a large supermarket run by AAFES) and maybe hitting Buckroe or Virginia Beach tomorrow, if it was warm enough.

Still, when she cooked dinner, and I even helped, she made liver and onions, something we both liked, but which did have a slightly bitter taste to it. I wondered if that was sending a little message. After dinner, we sat down on the couch and turned on the television, watching TV as if it was an ordinary day. Gail was on one end, and I was on the other, when she reached her arm up, putting her hand on the back of the couch, in a move that was typical for us, one in which I usually did the same and we held hands.

Could I still do that? I kept vacillating between thinking of her as a cheating bitch and realizing that I deserved what she had done to me. A couple of shows later, as I was holding her hand, she got up and said, again using her sweetest voice, "Come help me change the sheets."

Well, that didn't help matters any! It was almost spring, cool but not too cool, and the bedroom windows were open; that had cleared out some of the sex funk smell, but the bed was still a mess, with wet, stained sheets. She walked in just as matter-of-factly and stripped the bed, gathering up the sheets to go into the washing machine, and telling me, "There are clean sheets in there," pointing to the linen closet.

We didn't normally shower in the evening, but Gail did, I suppose to wash off whatever trace of sex funk was left on her, and she invited me into the shower with her. I didn't really want to, but here was the stark choice before me: was I going to accept her revenge as my due, and save our marriage, or was I going to get pissed off and throw away whatever we had left. In the end, I stepped into the shower with her.

Gail and I normally slept naked anyway, so there was nothing different when we slipped between the sheets. In a king-sized bed, two people can easily sleep without touching each other, but Gail slid over to put her head on my shoulder, her left hand on my chest, and cuddle. Normally, this was her hint that she wanted to make love, but I wasn't taking it. Finally, she whispered, "Rob, make love to me."

"What's the point?" I asked her.

"The point is that we still love each other, and I need you to make love to me. And you need it, too."

Well, Gail was insistent, and I succumbed to her advances. I thought that I could get over what had happened earlier, and this was a part of that.

Making love with Gail was as wonderful as ever. She was soft and sweet and responsive, in the way only long term lovers, who know each other so well, can be. After it was over, I wanted to raise the issue of her 'scheduled' trysts with the other three guys, but wasn't sure how to do it. Technically, yeah, she was right: I had screwed their wives, so I couldn't say anything about them screwing mine.

Saturday, 11 March 2017

I had tossed and turned for half the night, before finally passing out from sheer exhaustion. Gail, on the other hand fell asleep quickly after we'd made love. She had been as responsive as ever, despite the earlier events of yesterday, and seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as anyone ever can. When I woke up, it was to Gail, back in that shortie robe, bringing me breakfast in bed.

What the fuck? Was she feeling guilty, feeling remorseful, about yesterday? I had a zillion questions, but didn't know how to bring up any of them. As far as I could tell, she still wanted to stay married to me, and had said as much, but the knife-edge in her voice yesterday had let me know that she wasn't going to put up with any more of my shit.

Of course, the other side of that was, was I going to put up with her shit in this? She had fucked two guys, in front of me, with me shackled in, and had promised to screw three others before her revenge was done. Then, after all of that, she expected us to go right back to faithful married life, like nothing had ever happened.