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Dealing With A Cheating Wife - my ending to fireballxl5's series Webcam Revenge
http://www.literotica.com/s/webcam-revenge
fireballxl5's own resolution of the story was distasteful to me. The woman had gone from teasing anger to a complete whore. The author admits the ending is outrageous, and suggested he might write a sequel, back in March of '05. He hasn't posted since '06. Another abandoned story. In my version of the ending, the husband, whose one fault seems to have been viewing smut online (who here hasn't?) is exposed to his wife cheating on him, through a direct video feed, which he records.
Her last action, after cheating, was to insult him and tell him it was his last warning.
No problem, no further warnings would be need. He knows what she is now.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. Reconciliation isn't ruled out, but usually it takes some pretty serious work to fix things.
If you'd like to see my rationale for selecting what you continue, please read my profile.
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Grindy. Bill Grindy. My wife had just fucked Bill Grindy, one of her bosses, and told me it was a warning. If that was a warning, I'd hate to see her idea of revenge!
I thought it only fair that I give her a warning of my own. Starting with that bastard who had the audacity to fuck my wife.
Grindy is not a common name. There was exactly one Grindy in the phone book, a William Grindy. I did a quick search on LinkedIn, and found a William Grindy who worked for my wife's company. Excellent. I called in to work, and told them I was taking the day off. It was after 1:00 pm, and my wife would be home by 5:30 pm. I didn't have much time.
A call to Mrs. Grindy, had her curious enough to pay me a visit. The man on the video was 50ish, gray-haired, not bad shape. I never would have expected the mid-thirties trophy wife that showed up at my door.
"I hope I'm not wasting my time," she snapped churlishly.
"I'll let you judge that," I told her. "Can I offer you a drink?"
"This is not a social call, Mr..."
"Jack, please call me Jack, Mrs. Grindy."
"Diane," she said, turning so I could take her coat.
I hung it up, and invited her to the living room.
"So what is this 'emergency'?" she sneered.
I pressed play on the remote and started the video. I had queued it up to where he first started touching her, denying he was doing it, while his fingers penetrated her.
I heard Diane's gasp. "That's my husband! The cheating bastard!"
"And it's my wife," I explained.
By the time he was shoving the dildo up my wife's cheating pussy, the bastard's wife was crying. "Why?"
The man on the screen came explosively. The slut on the video turned and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him dry.
"Jack, do you think I could have that drink?" my guest asked.
I got up and walked to the bar. "What would you like?"
"Something strong."
A pint sized long-island iced tea should fit the bill. Eight ounces of white rum, vodka, tequila, and gin, two each. Some triple sec, fill with sour mix, and a splash of cola to finish it. She had asked for strong...
I handed her the drink, and sat beside her. Diane's husband was going down on my wife, like his life depended on it. Margie gave every indication she was enjoying it.
"The lousy bastard. Always wants me to blow him, but never returns the favor. Except with that slut." She blushed. "I...I'm sorry..."
"No problem, Diane. I think your analysis is quite accurate. I was quite disturbed to learn my wife was a cheating slut today."
"You seem so calm." Her hands were shaking with anger as she took a long drink from her glass.
"I've had a little time to get over it, and I've seen this already. The first time was a real shock, I assure you."
On the screen, Margie had a huge orgasm, and the bastard turned her around, continuing to suckle her pussy.
"I'm gonna kill the mother-fucker," Diane growled, taking another deep drink from her glass. "Pretty good," she said to me, waving the drink. She looked back at the debauchery on the screen. "Does it get worse?"
"For us, yes. They didn't appear to think so."
Sure enough, her husband stood and stuck his wrinkled old dick inside my wife.
Diane turned to me. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure yet. I believe this is her first time. She may believe she has just cause."
"You cheated on her?"
"I downloaded pictures of naked women over the internet."
"That's her cause? You looked at pictures, so she becomes a slut for my low-life husband?"
"I think you've summed it up quite nicely. Not quite proportional, in my opinion."
She had almost finished her drink, and I was a little concerned. It was a lot of booze for a 5'2" beauty who maybe weighed 120 lbs. "The lousy bastard. I'm gonna take him to the cleaners. We're so done. I'll put up with a lot, but this is ridiculous. I wonder how many other office sluts he's banging?" She gave me another quick glance. "No offense."
"None taken, I'm sure. It's difficult to deny the obvious. She's a slut. A cheating slut. If he's willing to fuck one, who knows what he'll do?"
We watched my wife screaming for Diane's husband.
"Fuck me!"
she cried. Moments later they came together. We watched the screen as my wife glared into the camera.
"This is your only warning, asshole."
"Hell of a warning. Has she talked about your issues?"
"No. This was the first I heard of it."
"God. What a bitch!" She turned to me. "Are you going to fuck me now? Is that the plan? A revenge fuck?"
I shook my head. "No, that's not the plan. I'm not happy with your husband, as you might imagine. I still haven't decided what to do with my wife. We have no children, and our home is rented. It's very tempting to kick her to the curb, and move on. I just thought it fair that you know what he was doing. I'd want to know."
Diane, seemed to have other ideas. She started unbuttoning her blouse. "Are you sure a revenge fuck isn't part of the plan?"
She removed her blouse, and I felt myself hardening. Damn, she was a beautiful woman. A few years older than me, but those years had treated her well.
"Do I sense you wavering, Jack? Don't you think I deserve at least as much as my husband received?" She had her bra off, by the time she finished speaking. Hers were amazing tits. Simply amazing.
"I...I believe that might be fair."
She grinned. "Do you have a video camera?"
"I do."
"Perfect, would you be so kind to take me to your bedroom, sir? I believe you and I have some important personal business to attend to."
A few minutes later, I placed her on her back, and climbed between her legs. She was obviously excited by the idea of her revenge. I started slowly, teasing her, nibbling, playing with my first new pussy in years. As pretty as any picture I'd downloaded. She knew what she wanted, and told me when she felt the urge. I licked, I sucked, I fingered, I probed. I ate that sweet pussy for all I was worth, making her scream for me. That made me smile. He made my wife scream, and I'd done the same. That was just the start of my payback.
She was very appreciative, pushing me back on the bed, and sucking my cock without any prelude. She took me in her hot mouth, and proved to me her husband was an idiot. If going down on her, which was a treat in itself, yielded these results, I'd be eating at the Y every day.
She was great. Too good, really. "Gonna come," I groaned.
She only sucked me harder, until I flooded her mouth. She was an incredibly considerate fellatrix, swallowing, cleaning me, treating me carefully while I was still tender, making love to my cock, until she'd renewed my hardness.
I didn't have much choice about what came next, as she mounted me and rode to an orgasm. Satisfied that I'd done my part, I took over, pounding her from behind, to another screaming climax. The woman was hot as a sunspot. I flipped her over and took her from above, until I lost the last semblance of control, and erupted inside of her.
I lay beside her, quite happy with the aftermath of my wife's cheating. "All even?" I asked.
"Hell no. Just getting a second wind. You're not going to let me down are you?"
"I'll do my best not to. I might need a few minutes," I explained.
"Maybe I could help." She did, moving back down between my legs, using her mouth again, patiently, lovingly until I was hard enough to play some more. She climbed back on top, this time taking it easier, riding me, rocking back and forth slowly, taking my entire length. "Your wife is an ass. My damn husband is good for maybe,
maybe
one a night."
"I hate her cheating, but she's not the only one to blame," I admitted. "I have been derelict in my duties as a husband."
"Were you cheating too?"
"No. At least not until now."
"Then how?"
"Just not paying her enough attention, mostly. Our love life had grown pretty boring."
"Hard to believe, lover. I'm having a hell of a time. You got any lube?"
I nodded toward the bed-stand.
She opened the drawer, and found what she was looking for. I was shocked when she started lubing up her own rear-entry. "Bastard's been begging for this for years. Looks like this is your luck day, Jack."
Diane was being thorough, inserting a couple of fingers in her ass, and greasing them up thoroughly. She applied a liberal helping to my cock, before getting on her knees. She suddenly seemed nervous. "Gentle, please. It's my first time."
It wasn't as difficult as I'd expected. I managed to push into her opening, and then, little by little, I worked my way in. She was groaning, and grunting, but kept encouraging me. "All of it Jack. I want all of it. Fuck my virgin ass."