A HUSBAND'S REVENGE
by Headhunter

I couldn't believe it.  After 24 years of marriage, two wonderful
boys,  both  doing very well in college,  a colleague of mine at
work was sitting in my office telling me that I better pay more
attention to my home life.  "Listen Bill", he said, " my wife and I
have gone through some tough times too.  You are 46 years old, your
wife is 45, its natural for some boredom to set in.  There might not
be anything to it .  Its just that, as a friend, I thought you
should  know  that last Thursday night when you were out of town, I
saw Sally leaving the Hilton Hotel at midnight on the arm of some
guy."

I was thunderstruck.  I had the all-American life.  Great wife,
great kids, good jobs, upscale house; the whole ball of wax.  Sally
and I had never even looked at other people.  We had created a
wonderful home for our family and had spent the last 24 years
building something  that all of our friends were envious of.  Sally
and I kept in shape and I thought we were more in love than ever.
Of course we had a few arguments, but they were few and far between.
Sometimes we had spent a lot of time with the kids and with our
jobs, but I thought that's what we wanted to do for the future, to
ensure the good life.    

I had called her at dinner time last Thursday night from the road
and she said she was going to curl up with a good book for the
evening.

The rest of the morning I couldn't get the thought of Sally screwing
another man out of my mine.  It made me physically sick.  I started
to review the last year in my mind.  Thinking if there had been any
change in her attitude, or when she might have had the opportunity
to have an affair. 

I couldn't think of anything.  She had been working harder the last
three months, but that was because her company was being reorganized
and she had a new boss.  Come to think of it the frequency of our
own sex had dropped during the last three months.  Down from three
times a week to once a week or even once every two weeks in some
cases.  I hadn't even realized it.  Damn I guess we were getting
comfortable. 

I went to my friends office and asked if he would recognize the man.
He said he thought he would.  I asked if he would go to lunch with
me.  On the way we would stop by Sally's company and he could see if
he spotted the man.  He reluctantly agreed  and a few minute before
noon we were driving across town.  We entered Sally's building and
stood at the elevators.  The doors opened and getting off was Sally
and a fit looking man in his late thirties.  "Bill," she stammered
turning red,  "What are you doing here.  I was just going to lunch
with Mr. Bates my new boss.  I've told you about him."

I shook hands with Sally's boss and introduced my friend.  I turned
to Sally and said, "we were in the area and just though I'd stop by
to say hello and give you a kiss!"  With that I put my arms around
Sally and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last
minute and I kissed her cheek.

Sally said, " We have to go to a lunch meeting, thanks for stopping
by, I'll see you at home tonight honey."

Minutes later, back in the car, my friend said that Sally's boss was
the man he had seen her with.  I watched to see what kind of car
Sally and her Boss got in to, then purposely drove away before them.
Looking in the rearview mirror I saw their car pulling out in the
other direction.  I told my  friend thanks for going with me and
took him back to our office building.  After letting him out I drove
to the Hilton Hotel to look in the parking lot.  Sure enough!  the
fancy Lexus that Sally had gotten in, was parked on the top level of
the parking garage at the Hilton. 

Now I didn't know what to think.  There was a good restaurant in the
Hilton.  They could have a legitimate business luncheon there.  But
the seed of doubt had been planted, actually it wasn't a seed it was
a huge Oak Tree of doubt.  .

I thought all afternoon.  I decided that I didn't want to throw away
the life I had built.  I wouldn't confront Sally.  I would make
greater efforts to be a better husband, and ask her if everything
was all right.    However, I would also keep my eyes and ears open
for any lies she might tell. 

I couldn't believe this.  The person I loved most in the world.  The
person I would trust my life with.  The person I wanted to grow old
and die with.  Now I was going to try and catch my darling Sally in
a lie.

Over the next month I was especially attentive to Sally.  I brought
her flowers, took her out to romantic dinners when  our schedules
permitted, even drove the two hours to our sons college and spent
the weekend doing family things with them.  I hoped that all of this
would rekindle a spark in her.  I hugged her more often, held her
hand and generally acted as if I was courting her all over again.
Nothing seemed to change.  She was often quiet and distant.
Sometimes she had a look of guilt on her face.

Our love making continued to drop in frequency.  Part of that was
because I couldn't get the vision of her rolling around naked with a
very well endowed Mr. Bates out of my mind.  These unwanted visions
were very graphic and included Sally on her  knees licking the
length of his engorged cock while he smiled down at her and caressed
her  hair;  another vision included Sally on her hands and knees
breasts swinging like two pendulums as her boss  steadily stroked
his 9 inches in and out of her while she grunted obscenities; the
worst dream showed Mr. Bates and Sally on their sides in a sixty
nine position Sally deep throating his massive prick, fondling his
hairy balls with one hand while she stroked his ass hole with the
fingers of her other hand, at the same time Mr. Bates was sucking
her prominent and erect clit, finger fucking her with three fingers
of one hand while he buried the middle finger of his other hand in
her ass hole up to the last knuckle.      

To make matters worse,  those times I did make romantic overtures,
Sally just didn't seem interested in sex.  She even stopped wearing
nightgowns to bed in favor of ugly flannel pajamas.

I even had a terrible thought while visiting our sons at college.
Our first boy looked a lot like me.  He was dark haired and tall
with a slender build.  Our second son, three years younger,  now 19,
was short and blond with the build of a wrestler.     Could our
whole 24 year marriage be a sham?  Had I been raising someone else's
bastard child?  I loved my boys with all of my heart.  I would do
anything for them.  But the doubts continued to grow.

Finally, six   weeks after my friend had told me to be careful, I
decided I had to find out the truth.  That night I asked Sally if
she were OK?  Was there anything that she wanted to talk about?  I
felt that she was becoming distant and I loved her with all my
heart.  I didn't want to lose her.  If she would talk to me I would
do anything for her.

She got that guilty look on her face, but quickly covered it up and
said that everything was fine.  She went on to say that our life was
good, it was just that she was working hard and missed having the
boys at home.  But she never said she loved me.  I hugged her to me
and  whispered my love for her.  She sat woodenly, never said a word
and pretended that she didn't see the tear in my eyes.   I had given
her a chance to be honest.  To build on my 24 years of trust.

I decided that I would pretend to have a three night business trip.
I had been sticking close to Sally during non-working hours, so she
hadn't had a chance to get out without me.  I was sure that if I was
being cuckolded she would take advantage of my absence to put more
horns on my head.  

The next week I  left home on Tuesday morning telling Sally I would
see her on Friday.  I worked all day.  At lunch I rented a small car
that no one would recognize, I even got tinted windows in the rental
so that I could drive around town without being recognized.  I also
drove by the Hilton Hotel, but neither her car nor her bosses car
was in the lot.  That gave me hope that nothing was going on.  I
decided to rent a room at he Hilton but didn't check in.  I thought
I'd wait.

Six O'clock found me parked in my rental car down the block from my
house.  Shortly after six Sally pulled into our driveway and went
in.  Nothing happened for the next two hours.  Everything was just
as it should be.

Just after eight o'clock Mr. Bate's Lexus pulled into my driveway.
He walked up the steps and walked right in my front door without
even ringing the bell or knocking.  My heart was breaking.  I loved
Sally more than anything.  I was devoted to her.  I tried to
convince myself that this was an innocent business meeting and that
Mr. Bates would leave in a couple of minutes.  5 minutes later my
front door opened and my heart jumped for joy, only to sink again as
Sally followed Mr. Bates out the door and locked it behind her.  She
was dressed in a short black cocktail dress that I had bought her
the month before while trying to romance her.  I wondered if she had
on the matching black panties, bra and stockings that I had bought
with the dress.  Sally had happily accepted the gift, but had never
worn it for me.

I followed them right to the Hilton Hotel.  Bates went to the check
in desk and I could see Sally go into the lounge/bar.  After doing
his business at the front desk Bates followed Sally into the lounge.
I slipped into the lobby and cautiously peered into the lounge
seated across the lounge in a booth was Sally and Bates, their arms
around each other talking to a waitress.  I  went into the men's
room in the lobby for about 10 minutes, then peered around the
corner into the lounge again.  The table was empty except for two
half finished drinks.  I surveyed the dark lounge and spotted Sally
and Bates dancing on the small dance floor.  They were dancing very
close his hands caressing her buttocks  as she ground her crotch on
his thigh and planted a wet sloppy kiss on his grinning face.  My
heart broke.  A rage filled my soul.  I thought about rushing into
the lounge and punching Sally's boss in the face.  But I stopped
myself.  I felt sick.   I ran out of the Hotel and sat  in my car. I
buried my face in my hands and began to sob.

After I composed myself I began watching the area between the lounge
and the elevators.  I could see easily through the glass lobby.
About  30 minutes later I saw Bates and Sally, arms around each
other, walking to the elevator.  They got on and I could see the
indicators light blink 6 times before it stopped.

I went back into the Hotel, and asked the desk clerk if I could have
a room on the sixth floor.  He said he only had one left at the end
of the hall.  He laughed and said that the sixth  floor is where he
put his regulars.  " I 'll bet those two who just walked through
here groping each other are regulars", I commented.   He smiled and
whispered, "Yea!, they are in here once or twice a week always
hanging all over each other and always get the same corner room with
a Jacuzzi and great view of both the river and the park.  I quickly
looked at the floor plan that was posted by the desk and realized
that he had to be talking about room 607.  "What room is left on 6."
The desk clerk replied, "609".  Looking at the floor plan I saw that
it was next to 607.  "I'll take it", I replied. 

I found myself sitting in the dark in room 609 straining my ears to
hear what was going on through the wall.  Using the old glass
against the wall trick I could occasionally pick up a bit of
conversation and noise from the room next door. 

"Take it off.....
...mmmm.......
...that's nice.......
.....harder, harder....
...thattt's iiittt...
oh god! Oh god! Oh god!....
Arrgggggggg!!.......

After 15 minutes of this the room got quiet.  After a few minutes I
could hear Bates dial the phone.  I couldn't hear much but I could
make out the words "room service".

I cracked my door and waited for the bell boy. About 10 minutes
later I saw the bell boy rolling a cart down the hall he knocked on
the door of 607.  The door opened and the young black boy pushed the
cart in.  I stood by the door and as the bell boy left the room I
entered the hall and began walking beside him towards the elevators.  

I looked at him and said, "maybe they will be quite now that they
have some food."

The Bellboy grinned at me and said, "I'll bet they get noisy.  The
woman was sitting in the Jacuzzi when I went in.  Nice looking wool
for a middle-aged bitch.   I've been delivering strawberries and
champagne to them for the last couple of months.  The man always
tips good.  I think he likes showing off his side woman to someone
who don't know who either one of them is.  Thats a classic screwing
around on their spouses couple.  I can always tell.  It happens a
lot around here."

As we rode on the elevator together to the lobby  he said,  "Yea!
they will be leaving here around midnight.  They always do.  She
will go home to her husband and he will go home to his wife.  I
wonder if they knock off another piece when they get home.  Lucky
guy, stickin it in two different cunts on the same night.  Of course
she gets to ride two different poles.  I wonder if her husband can
tell she's full of somebody else's come when she gets home.  I ain't
never seen no rubbers in that room."

I got in my car and drove aimlessly around town.  Strawberries and
Champagne had been Sally's and my special treat on our honeymoon.
It was a special event with us that was a part of our closest
moments.   She was sharing it with her lover.  Mocking me.  I
wondered if I ever had been second in line when I made love to her.
I couldn't remember anything unusual about her when we made love,
although there were a few nights when she would be extra wet.

I found myself in front of my own home.  I glanced at my watch and
saw that it was about 10:30.  If they stayed until midnight I would
have some time.  I went into my own home and did not turn on any
lights.  I decided to see if I could find anything incriminating.  I
searched Sally's desk, her dresser and her closet.  I was shocked to
find some very sexy laungerie that I didn't know she owned, at the
bottom of her drawers.  Also, I found some charge slips for hotel
rooms I didn't know about.  Finally I checked in the garage storage
area and discovered a wealth of stuff at the bottom of a box labeled
"Sally's Old Clothes".

I sat in the garage with a flash light and my whole life went down
the drain.  In the box I found love letters to Sally from three
different men including Mr. Bates.  I also found some pictures.  Old
Polaroid's that were turning yellow from age.  One showed Sally in
Bikini bottoms only,  water dripping from her hair and breasts,
standing on a boat  next to a completely naked, stocky,  blond man.
She had a wide grin as she held his substantial erect penis in one
hand and a can of beer in the other.  The man had a  look of pure
lust on his face.  I glanced at the back of the photo.  In pencil
was written, "On Frank's boat,  Aug. 1978" .  Based on Sally's
youthful look the date seemed about right.  It was between the birth
of our first and second son.  That explained the size of Sally's
breasts.  They were huge, with dark brown nipples.  She would have
still been nursing our oldest.  I remembered that Frank had been a
manager where Sally worked then.  It seemed she had a thing for her
bosses.  But what was worse was that Frank was a dead ringer for my
second son.

There were other pictures of Frank and Sally obviously taken with a
camera timer.  Some innocent tourist type shots at the lake, at a
restaurant.  But then there were some of  the two of them naked.
Several in a motel room, where there were shots of them performing
oral sex on each other, one of Frank fucking Sally doggy-style and
two with Sally riding on top of Frank while he laid on his back
smiling at the camera.  There was even a close up of a cock entering
a pussy, but it was a close-up and you couldn't tell who the
genitalia belonged to.  The last picture of this group showed
Sally's face being blasted with come from a large penis that had
blond pubic hair.  The come was in her eye, dripping off of her nose
and landing on her outstretched tongue.  

There was another set of pictures and letters with another man.
Based on the notes written on the back of the pictures, this affair
had taken place about 7 years ago.  I  recognized the man, not as
one of Sally's bosses, but as a salesman in her company.     I had
met him at some business social events.  I remembered that he had
been transferred across the country about 5 years ago.  These
pictures were like the others.  Some were innocent and some were
graphic.  One of the ones that bothered me the most showed Sally in
a snap crotch Teddy that I had bought her for our anniversary.  She
had his penis deep-throated so her nose was buried in his dark pubic
hair while the man plunged what looked like a dildo into her splayed
pussy.  

I looked at my watch and realized that it was almost midnight.  I
quickly put the letters and pictures back in their hiding place and
went out to my rental car to wait.  At about 12:30 the Lexus pulled
up.  Both Sally and Bates went into the house.  Ten minutes later he
came out and I followed him across the city to  an upscale
residential area he pulled his car into the garage and went inside.

I went back to the Hotel and spent a sleepless night deciding what
to do.

I wanted to kill both of them.  I wanted a divorce.  I wanted to
make her pay for making a joke of my life and my emotions.

A plan formulated in my mind.  If she wanted to fuck other men then
I would make sure that she got all she could handle and then some.
At the same time I would make sure that I could get a divorce and
keep all the possessions and money I had worked for.  And I would
destroy Sally and as many of the men who had been with her as I
could!!!  

The next morning, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, I went to my
office and found the man that would be key to making my plan work.

My office had hired an ex-con to work in the maintenance department.
He was a 30 year old black man who had spent 5 years in jail for
assault and battery as well as some drug charges.  Anthony was
trying to straighten out his life, but I knew that he was having a
hard time making ends meet.  I was about to help him with that
problem and he was about to help me with Sally.  Although if my plan
worked, I'm sure that he would enjoy it.

First thing in the morning I asked Anthony into my office.  I asked
him if he would like to make and enjoyable $500.  He immediately got
suspicious.  "I can't risk going back to jail", he said.  I told him
that while some of what I wanted to do was illegal there wasn't much
chance of him getting into trouble.  After I described the plan he
agreed and said  he would be ready that night.

That night, as I watched from my rental car, the plan unfolded
perfectly.  Bates picked up Sally at 8:00 and drove to the Hilton.
I had called at 7:00 to tell her I loved her and essentially give
her one more chance to be honest, but she acted as if nothing was
unusual, even after some prodding about what she was going to do
that evening.  She said she was going to visit some girl friends.  I
told her I'd see her the next evening after "I got back from my
trip."  I followed them and watched as they went into the lounge for
a dance and a drink.  They didn't realize it but they were followed
by two black men and one white man.  Anthony and two of his friends
from prison.  I entered the lobby went to the pay phones and dialed
Bates beeper number  using his bosses work number as the call back
number, followed by 911  indicating that it was important.  He came
out of the lounge tried to call the number.  When there was no
answer he went back into the lounge apparently telling Sally that h
e had to check on something at work.  A minute later he came out and
went to his car.  I had kept my face hidden by a newspaper.

Next I peeked into the lounge and saw that Anthony and his friends
had moved right in on Sally.  They were sitting on each side of her
at her booth table, trapping her.   She had a nervous look on her
face, I could hear the men talking about how "fine" she was and
didn't she want to party with them.  Sally sipped her drink and
asked them to leave.  They didn't  and it was already to late.  The
rohypnol (date rape drug) was already slipped into her drink and
within three minutes she appeared out of it.  Anthony grabbed Sally
by the hand when he heard a slow number on the jukebox.  He had to
almost carry her to the dance floor.  He put her arms around his
neck and held her up with one of his strong black arms around her
waist.  The other two men watched from the booth as Anthony placed
Sally's lolling head on his chest and used his free hand to begin
kneading her ass as they swayed to the music.  The white guy at the
booth took the hand held video camera I had given Anthony earlier in
th e day from this jacket pocket and began filming.  Each of the men
danced with Sally.  They all fondled her ass and tits as much as
possible.  One of the men had gone through Sally's purse and found
the plastic room key card.  After several dances the three men,
holding Sally between them, walked her out of the Lounge and to the
elevator.  Her dress was wrinkled and unbuttoned below her bra.
That was the last I saw of my wife until the next evening when I
supposedly got home from my trip.

I had mixed emotions.  I had loved Sally for 24 years.  But she had
fucked me over and now I was going to take her down.  Over the next
few days Sally's life would be turned upside down just like mine
had.

I waited outside for about 45 minutes.  I saw Bates enter the Hotel,
check the lounge then get on the elevator.  He came back down the
elevator 5 minutes later as pale as a ghost.  He got in his car and
roared away.  I calmly when to my house to retrieve the photos and
letters that Sally had hidden.

I went to work the next morning after a sleepless night with my
emotions swinging between guilt and rage.  It was about 10 am when
Anthony finally showed up at work.  He came right to my office after
clocking in.  He shut the door to my office, handed me a video tape,
and sat down to tell me about what had happened last night.

I didn't have a video player in my office, so I told Anthony to tell
me every detail.  The following is what he said!

"Man, you may be getting a phone call in a few minutes.  Last time I
saw your wife was 3 hours ago.  She was naked and being dragged out
of a downtown alley by the cops.  She was under arrest for drug
paraphernalia charges and prostitution."

"She be calling you to make bail!" 

I knew that Sally wouldn't call me, she would call a girlfriend,
probably Ann Richards.  She wouldn't want me to know of her secret
life.

"It was a wild night man.  That woman got more cock stuck in her
last night than any whore I know.  Funny thing about it is,  I think
she was enjoying it,   at least right up to the part in the alley."

" Hank, the white guy, and Billy, my bro cellmate, started tak'in
your old ladies clothes off right in the elevator.  She was messed
up big time.  Could hardly stand.  Just kept mumbling about needing
to wait for Bates.    We left her dress in the elevator and walked
her down the hall to her room in her bra, panties, garter and
stockings. Shocked several old white ladies in the hall.  They was
nice undies.  Hope you don't mind man, I kept them to give to my
girlfriend, I hope her pussy looks as good in them as your wifes
did.  Course nothing looks as good as white pussy in black undies,
except maybe white pussy wrapped around my hairy black cock.  I got
to see a lot of that last night."

Once we were in the suite Billy and I stripped her down while Hank
filmed.  Put her on her back on the bed.  We all got naked and
started feeling her up, playing with her titties, spreading her legs
and fingering her pussy.  She started moaning.  Hank had brought
some KY jelly.  We figured that we better lube her up before we got
it on.  Billy shoved the tube in her cunt and squeezed out about
half.  The girl was so wet after that you could drive a truck up her
box.  She just laid there moaning.  I told the boys that since I set
this up, I wanted to go first.  I hopped on and fucked her for about
10 minutes.  Man I was stroking her deep.  Just lay'in my pipe to
her. But it wasn't no good.  She just laid there moaning like a dead
fish, I didn't even finish.  I got off and Billy got on he fucked
her for about 10 minutes, and climbed off  without finishing too.
Hank got on, and just like a white guy,  pumped her for a couple of
minutes and filled her up with his cum.  Billy and I were mad cause
now we be hav'in sloppy seconds.  We made Hank get a wash cloth and
clean her pussy out.  We squirted some more KY into her cunt and
climbed on again."

"Billy and I took turns, stopping before we came.  After about the
third switch, Hank said that the booze and the roofie were
depressants and  had her too low.  So he got some angeldust from his
stash in his wallet and held it under her nose.  It took a couple of
minutes, but when we covered her mouth that dust went right in her
nose. Shit, it didn't take 30 seconds before she was screaming and
thrashing around on the bed.  I climbed right on that fine white
pussy and she 'bout squeezed me to death.  This was more like it. I
don't know if it was the drugs or my dick but she put moves on me I
ain't never seen.  She rolled her hips and contracted her pussy in a
way that milked my cock like a farmer pulling on a cows udder.  I
lasted about two minutes.  Best of all  Hank said that the dust
would make her suggestible.  He whispered in her ear and she would
say whatever she heard.  Hank say "Fuck me hard,"  She scream, "FUCK
ME HARD!!".  Man, he had her saying all kind of nasty shit about
sucking cock and filling  my slut hole with cum.   You be able to
hear it all on the tape."

"It got real interesting after that.  I climbed off, watched my cum
run out of her cunt for a minute, and then Billy climbed on top of
her started screwing with long slow deep strokes, inching it in a
little at a time.  That boy got himself one hell of a piece of  meat
between his legs.  When he got his cock balls deep, your old lady
went crazy.  He grabbed her tits and hung on for dear life.  She got
some scratches and bruises on her tits from Billy hanging on so
tight.  He was squeezing her tits so hard it looked like her nipples
would pop.   Hank was filming the action when the room door opened
up and the white dude she had been with in the bar came walking in.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the three of us naked
guys, with Billy just hanging on to your bucking old lady.     Hank
turned the camera on him and asked if he wanted to get in line.  He
also said we appreciated him sharing his hot piece with us.  That
Bates fella'  really looked confused.  He stood there staring at
your wife.  He looked scared to death of me.  A naked big black man,
coming towards him.  He backed up and  ran out the door.  That was
the last we saw of him."

I did what you asked and called room service for champagne and
strawberries.  When the room service boy got there Billy was just
cumming in your wife.  He climbed off and I asked if the room
service boy wanted a piece.  He stripped down in a flash, and
said he had been want'in a piece of this bitch for months.  He
flipped her on her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed and
sank his ebony rod into her in one thrust.  She had settled down
some  so he had a nice leisurely fuck.  She had her first orgasm
with him that I could tell,  the drugs were wearing off.  By the
time he finished your old lady was moaning like she was really
enjoying the action.  When he pulled his black cock out of her  the
come was running from her pussy like a river.  He asked if he could
come back later for some more when he got off work,  I said sure, us
black stallions have to share the wealth. " 

"None of us wanted to fuck her being as sloppy as she was, so we put
her in the hot tub and aimed one of the jets at her cunt to clean
her up.  Hank held her head above water so she wouldn't drown.
Billy asked if when she was cleaned out if we could shave her pussy.
He said he always wanted to fuck a bald white cunt.  We lifted her
onto the side of the hot tub and got the complementary razor and
shave cream from the bathroom.  She just laid there while Billy
soaped her up and shaved all the hair from her crotch.  We shaved
her pussy clean, but had a hard time getting all the hair from
around her asshole, but by the time we were done it was pretty bare.
We got some good film of all three of us shaving her.  Of course we
all dipped a finger or two into her.  Hank even stuck his middle
finger up her ass.  She really wiggled when he did that, had her
titties dancing all over her chest,  nipples were as hard as rocks.

By then we all had hard-ons again so we started on her again right
on the floor.  I went first and slowly worked my cock into her.  We
didn't use no lubricant this time.  But by the time I got my
chocolate stick all the way in she was juicing herself up good, she
was nice and wet naturally.   I think by now she knew what was going
on.  She wasn't say'in nothing, but I could tell that her eyes were
focusing on us.  She sure didn't say nothing about stopping, she
just wrapped her legs around my black ass and started moving to my
rhythm.   I want to thank you man.  That time with your wife was one
of the best fucks I ever had in my life.  Watching my cock slid in
and out of her hairless white pussy really did it for me.  I wanted
to make it last forever.  I screwed her a couple of more time later
on, but that time was the best.  I wanted to take your wife home and
keep her.  I actually got a little jealous when I came and Billy
climbed on and started screwing her.  I know she had a couple of
orgasm with me and Billy said she had a couple with him.  Hank said
she was calm enough now that he thought he could get a blow-job
without gett'in his dick bit off.  So while Billy was stroking her,
Hank hung his cock in her face.  He was right, she lifted her head
up and started sucking him off like a $10 hooker.  I filmed her
getting it from both ends.  After awhile Billy got her on her hands
and knees, told Hank to fuck her and he stuck his cock in her face.
Hank rammed right into her,  but when she saw Billy's meat hanging
in front of her face she really made love to it.  She licked the
shaft up one side and down the other, she took his hairy balls in
her mouth and gently rolled them around with her tounge.  Billy even
turned around at one point and she started licking his asshole.
They finally both came and she swallowed every bit of Billy's cum.
After that it went on all night.  The room service boy came back,
and she fucked and sucked us all night long.  Some times on th e
bed, sometimes on the floor,  once we hung her over the back of the
coach and lined up.  I would deep stoke her 4 or 5 times, then Billy
4 or 5 times, then Hank, then the room service boy.  She seemed to
really like having the four cocks stuck up her, one after another,
and we all lasted a long time.  We got breaks but she fucked that
way for over an hour solid.  At one point we had to lube her up some
more with the KY, cause she was flat out of juice.    She never ever
said a word to us just moaned and occasionally screamed out "Oh!
God"  or  "Fuck".    I ain't  never seen no woman have that much
non-stop fucking in my life.   Man you wife really is a major slut.
I think all she needed was an excuse to let go.   We took turns with
her all night long.  Sometimes she would be double teamed at each
end, sometimes just straight fucking,  in the hot tub or the bed.
At about 5:30 this morning we laid her on the bed, on her back, with
her head hanging off the edge.  This opened up her th roat.  So we
lined up again and each took a turn slipping our roots into her
mouth.  When Hank  got his cock down her throat far enough so that
his hairy balls were resting on her nose,  she couldn't breath.  So
he held his balls up with one hand while he squeezed her tits with
the other.  Billy was doing some coke and he dropped a line in your
wife's nose.  She had to breath through her nose cause her mouth was
full of cock.  She got high again, bout bit Hank's cock in two.
Left teeth mark on his shaft.

"After that we quit.  I wrapped her in a sheet and the Bell boy and
I took her down the service elevator into an alley.  We laid her
naked on a cardboard box next to a dumpster.  A cop car saw us and
when the cops walked into the alley we got scared.  She was out of
it so we told the cops that this white whore had been propositioning
us then she passed out.  I had left Billie's small empty coke vial
next to her.  Like I said, last I saw her, the cops was dragging her
limp body down the alley towards their police car reading her, her
rights."

I sat there behind my desk holding the video tape not knowing what
to think.  My plan had worked even better than expected.  But I felt
unfullfilled.  I had wanted revenge.  Now Anthony told me she had
enjoyed it.  I thanked Anthony, gave him is money and told him I
might need him again.  He just said "I like gettin paid to fuck good
looking white pussy.  I'll hammer your old lady for free if you
want.  In fact, I was hope'in  that you let me take her to my place
for a few days."  I said that I'd think about it and sent him back
to work.   

I was a jumble of emotions.  I had dedicated myself to my wife for
24 years.  Now I was the person getting her gang-banged and
arrested.  But she deserved it, the Bitch.  She had made our whole
life a lie by have a few affairs.  She hadn't paid nearly enough
yet.  She had enjoyed it, she hadn't paid at all yet.  She really
was just a slut.  I was really going to make her pay for her
infidelity now.   I wanted her to hurt as much as she hurt me.  I
was going to make everyone in her life hate her.  Then throw her
away like the whore she was.

Quickly I formulated an additional plan.  I called my wife's office
and asked for her.  I was told by the receptionist that she hadn't
come in this morning.   Then I asked for Mr. Bates.  When he came on
the line I asked where my wife was.  He stuttered that he didn't
know.  I said I understand you know exactly where she spends her
evenings,  and he better see me at lunch or I would visit his wife
with quite a story.  He said I didn't know what I was talking about.
I simply said, "lets meet at the Hilton in the restraraunt rather
than in Room 607."    When he heard that he shut up and said that he
would meet me at noon.

Next,  I left my office and took the tape to a video editing
company.  This was a place where you could go in and edit you home
movies and family tapes.  I rented a booth and began editing the
tape.  I started with the title "Sally the Housewife Gets Ganged".
Not very creative, but it got your attention.  Then using a
microphone and a lot of reverb (so you couldn't recognize my voice)
I recorded an opening over the title.  I said, "Sally is a bored
housewife out for a good time.  She got a real good time.  What
would her husband and children think if they could see her getting
Gang-banged.  This is Sally's story!!"

I edited about 1 and a half hours of the action that Anthony had
described.  I started with her dancing in the lounge, walking down
the hall in her bra and panties,  getting her pussy fondled and
shaved and finally all kinds of oral, and fucking action including
several double penatrations.  I made 10 copies of the video tape.  I
went to a copy shop and had a label made that said "Sally the
Housewife Gets Ganged."   I put the labels on the tapes and headed
to the video stores.  I found that it is really easy to smuggle
tapes into a video store.   I went to stores around our home and
Sally's office, and secretly left a tape in the adult section of
each store.  I didn't think that the stores would notice an extra
tape and I was sure that they would rent them like any other tape.
I was sure that "Sally the Housewife Gets Ganged" would be an
instant hit.  On my way across town I stopped at the Post Office and
mailed a copy of the tape to my son's fraternity, addressed to the
entertainment chairman, (my boys had confided in me that it was the
entertainment chairman's job to get the porno movies for the
fraternity poker nights);  and another copy to one of the salesmen
at sally's Company.  He was a big, loud, obnoxious  party guy .  I
knew that all of her co-workers and her sons would soon see what a
slut Sally was.   I was destroying her life, just like she had
destroyed mine.  Finally I went to the Hilton to meet with Bates.

I walked into the restraurant at the Hilton and sat down with Bates
at a small table.  I said, "you son of a Bitch, you have been
shagging my wife since you came to town, now I'm going to make you
pay."

He answered that he didn't know what I was talking about.  I pulled
out his love letters and some of the polaroids that Sally had kept.
"I guess I'll just have to take these to your  house and show them
to your wife.  I'll bet she will clean you out in a divorce
settlement especially with you caught with your pants down so to
speak", I said.   He tuned pale, as the color drained from his face,
and he asked me what I wanted.  

"Its very simple, I want you to apologise to me,  promise you will
never break up anybodies marriage again and tell me what you saw
last night.  After you do that I'll ask you to do one more thing.
Then you can walk away from this mess.  I'll keep the pictures just
in case you try to screw me over, but I promise that they will never
see the light of day.   Unless....." , I said leaving the last word
hanging.

He apologised to me, but said that Sally had iniated the affair by
making a pass at him.  He promised that he was going to stay at home
from now on.  He really loved his wife and kids and this was scaring
any desire to fool around on the side right out of him.  Finally, he
told me the story of last night.  I knew most of it, but I had him
describe in detail what he saw when he entered the room.  He said
that when he went in the room he saw a black man fucking the
daylights out of Sally.  He said Sally looked like she was covered
in cum and seemed to be enjoying  the stroking.  He said the black
guy would pull his cock all the way out of her stretched cunt so just
the purple tip was resting on her bright red pussy lips, she would
squirm around try to get the hard member back inside her, finally he
would slam home so his fat balls bounced against her ass, then she
would let out a whimper and groan.  He said he saw naked white guy
standing next to the bed, with what looked like a wet fresh ly
fucked cock hanging between his legs, videoing the action; and
another naked big black man coming towards him.  He said he ran out
the door and was very happy to get home to his boring wife.  He said
he had already made up his mind to end it with Sally.  He was afraid
that if she was that big of a slut, that he might catch a disease
from her.  He said he was suprised that she would do a group of men.
While their sex had been good he said Sally didn't seem that wild.
She had told him she loved her family but just wanted a little
excitment in her life.  Bates felt that she enjoyed the thrill of
sneaking around and doing something forbidden as much as the sex
itself.

As we finished lunch I told him that I had just discovered that
Sally was a slut.  I told him that one of the men who had been their
last night was trying to blackmail me with the tape.  I told him I
wasn't going to pay.  Sally had done this to herself and I was going
to get a divorce.  Finally, I told Bates my last condition.  "I want
you to call Sally.  I want you to tell her that you never want to
see a slut like her again.  Tell her what you saw last night.  Tell
her you never really liked her, she was just an easy piece of ass.
In fact, she probably couldn't get another guy in bed with her and
the only way she could attract anyone was to gangbang a bunch of
niggers because you only fucked her because you felt sorry for her.
Finally, tell her you know she was arrested, and because of that she
is fired from her job immediately.  And with an arrest on her record
she shouldn't ask for a recommendation.  Bates thought it over and
made me promise again to keep the pictures of him con fidential,
then he said that he would make the call.  I followed him to the pay
phones and he dialed my home number.  I assumed that Sally would
have gotten out of lock up by now.    As the phone was ringing I
reminded him that if Sally ever found out about this conversation or
even that Bates had seen me, I would send the pictures of him to his
wife.  He immediately promised.

Bates began talking after several rings.  He even went farther than
I told him.  He  called her a no good slut who didn't care about
anything other than a hard cock in her cunt or mouth.  He asked her
if  nigger cum tasted good and said that he had never seen a bigger
whore than her.  He said she wasn't worth the time it took him to
fuck her. Finally he fired her and told her he never wanted to see
her cum bag body again.  In  a way I think he was as hurt by her
too. 

I could hear Sally crying and trying to explain as Bates  slammed
the phone down in its cradle.  He looked at me and said I'll keep up
my end of the deal, you do the same.  With that he walked out of the
Hotel, not even looking. back.      
 
I followed him out and went to turn in my rental car.  I picked up
my car and drove home as if I was returning from my trip.  I was
anxious to see what I would find. 

When I unlocked the font door to my house, all was quiet.  I went to
the bed room and found Sally curled in a ball in the bed.  I asked
if she were all right.  Her answer, I'm not feeling well, I must
have caught something."  Yea! I thought to myself, she caught 4
stiff pricks and about a quart of jism. 

I acted as if I was returning from my trip and told her I would make
her some soup.  I  told her to rest and when she was feeling better
to come downstairs and we'll talk.  Sally didn't move or respond,
but I heard her crying softly into her pillow.  

I went down stairs and immediately looked in Sally's day purse.  I
found a yellow copy of her bail document.   Bail had been $500 for
the charges of prostitution and public intoxication.  I guess they
didn't have enough evidence for drug  possession charges.  From
reading the document I could see that her friend had put up the
money.   Also, if she didn't appear in court it would be handled
like a traffic ticket.  The bail would become the fine, and an
automatic plea of guilty would be entered. 

I  put some soup on and sat in the kitchen reading the paper.  I was
wondering if Sally would admit everything  or try to lie her way
out.  Sally finally walked slowly into the kitchen.  She was wearing
an old oversized terry cloth robe that covered her from her neck to
the floor.  She looked terrible.  I said, "you look like you were
rode hard and put up wet."  Sally's eyes flashed at the joke.  I
guess  the old joke wasn't to subtle.  As I looked at her, all I
could imagine were all of her lovers in bed with her.  As she slowly
slurped her hot soup she said, " I quit my job today."  I turned to
her and said, " That's a surprise, I thought you really liked your
boss.  What's his name?  Mr. Bates."  Sally ran from the room saying
that she couldn't talk now and didn't feel well.  I followed her up
to the room and said, as I stood in the doorway, "If there is
anything I can do just let me know.  I'll sleep in the spare room
tonight so you can get have some rest and get better."   Actuall y I
had no desire for my whore, slut, cock hound of a wife to be
anywhere near me.  But I continued to play the role of the concerned
husband.

Later that night, I decided that Sally  had gotten off  to easy.
Sure her friends, co-workers and children would soon know what a
unfaithful slease she was, but I had watched the tape, and I think
she did enjoy her gang-bang.  I wanted the sex she seemed to want so
much, to become a nightmare for her.

From the kitchen I called Anthony at home and told him my new plan.
He said that he would do what I asked, if I would cover for him at
work.  What I wanted him to do was dangerous for him because of his
prison probation,  so I offered to pay him another $200.  The money
plus the opportunity to "hump the shit" out of Sally again was all
he needed to agree to my plan.  Because of  how fast thing would
fall apart for her once the tapes were received, Anthony agreed that
he would be at my house right after I left in the morning.  Before
he hung up he said, "are you sure you want to do this?  When my
buddies and I fucked your wife we didn't do anything that would
really hurt her.  I'm sure that she is sore, but she will be OK
after a while.  What you want now is different, I won't be around to
protect her, couldn't if I wanted to.  These are some real bad
people.  They won't kill her or anything but, she might not ever be
the same." I said that I understood and I wanted the slut to pay for
what she had done to me."  Anthony just replied, "man, I hope you
don't ever get pissed off at me."

I tried to talk with Sally the next morning at breakfast.  It was
Friday, I was dressed for work and Sally sat drinking coffee in the
same bathrobe.  She looked better.  Her shoulder length brown hair
was brushed.  She even had a little makeup on.  She said that she
was going to relax today and that after the weekend she would think
about another job or maybe she would stay home for a while and take
a rest from work.  I smiled and said ,"you know I have always
supported you no matter what you want to do.  Have a good day."  I
then left my house to go to work.  In the front bushes next to the
front door I dropped my last tape so Anthony could pick it up  in a
few minutes.

I went to work and called Anthony' boss telling him that Anthony was
doing some business errands for me this morning. 

Just before lunch time Anthony came into my office.  I had him sit
down and shut my office door.  "I did it,  now give me my $200", he
smiled.   I gave him the money and asked him to tell me what had
happened.  "I want to know everything", I told him.

"I was waiting down the street for you to leave.  When I saw you
drive away I went up to the house and knocked on the door.  Your
wife opened the door and I just walked in like I owned the place.  I
could tell she recognized me.  I asked her if she remembered  me
from the night before.  She said the she did, I could see her
tremble a little.  She said that last night had been fun, but she
wanted me to leave because her husband might be home at any minute.
I told her that was OK with me and that her husband and I would have
a nice conversation about how much she liked my ebony johnson .  She
got a real worried look on her face.  I told her not to worry, that
nobody would find out about anything if she kept being real nice to
me and my 9 inches of black steel.   I told her that she had the
sweetest bald white pussy I had ever seen and we were going to party
some more today. "

"She said no!  That her husband would never believe it, and it would
be my  word against hers.  All I did then was to walk into your
living room and pop the tape in the VCR.  I started it in the middle
of the tape which showed some action with me and Hank where her face
showed  real clear.  She slumped in a chair and asked what I
wanted."

"I  took her hand and led her upstairs.  I said that I wanted to
fuck her in the bed she shared  with her husband.  She just stood
there as I took off her robe and pulled her nightgown over her head.
I stripped down and laid on the bed with my arms behind my head, my
big  hard-on waving in the air.  I told her,  "I want you to take
care of  me like the slut you are, then I'll give you the tape.  You
better be good and make it last.  I want to enjoy your lilly white
body."   

She went to work on me.  She knelt between my legs and started
licking my shaft like a lollypop, up one side down the other.
Finally she put the head in her mouth and started swirling it around
with her tounge.  I pulled her sideways so I could reach her pussy
and began to tease her clit with my fingers.  It didn't take long
for her hole to start juicing up, so I slid first one then two
fingers into her  shaved cunt.  She started squirming, and when I
said it seemed like she was enjoying herself she grunted "ah huh"
around my pole I knew she really was just a cheap slut, who wanted
an excuse to fuck anything with a prick.  You really are going to be
better off without her.  She sucked my dick like she had had plenty
of practice.  Somebody has taught her how to please a man.  I told
her to slow down and after a while she lifted her face off of my wet
cock with a pop and said, "I have got to have this black beauty
inside my love box,  until last night I had never been fucked by a
black man."   She threw one leg over my hips, grabbed my cock in one
hand, spread her puffy cunt lips with the fingers of the other hand;
and sat right down on my cock till her cleanshaven pussy was rubbing
my curly black pubic hair.  She threw back her head and laughed that
if she had known that shaving her pussy would make it easier to slip
a dick into her, she would have shaved herself a long time ago.  She
even said, "I'll bet my husband will like my new look."

She rode me like a champ, sometimes with fast short strokes,
sometimes with long slow strokes, milking my stem with her cunt
muscles.   All the while she held my hands to her tits.  Her nipples
were so hard and hot I thought they would burn my palms.
Occasionally she reached back to play with my nut sack.  She would
roll my nuts around in her fingers like a bag of marbles. Finally, I
blasted my load deep inside her.  She must have had two or three
orgasms during this time.  My cock was coated with her love juice.
After we rested she asked if I could get it up again.  I wanted to
see how nasty she would be, so I said sure if she would do something
special for me.   I got on my hands and knees and told her to lick
my asshole while she reached around and stroked my dangling cock.
Damn if she didn't do it.  Started running her tounge up and down my
ass crack.  Finally, when my pole started to revive, she stabbed her
velvet  tounge right into my spincter muscle.  Shit! I got hard
again i n her hand in about two seconds.  I rolled her over, put her
legs over my sholder and jammed myself into her.  She looked up at
me and asked me what my name was.   I told her I was her candy man.
As I was stroking her I reached down into the pocket of my pants and
got out a vial of coke.  She was stroking me hard and the next time
I bottomed out in her cunt she took breath and I dropped a pile of
coke in her nose.  She went crazy, I think she had one long orgasm
for about 5 minutes while I just kept stroking deep into her.

"I had given her a pretty big hit, so after I came again and climbed
off of her, she just laid there with her eyes glazed over."

Anthony asked me if Sally had every done drugs.  I told him not to
my knowledge, except booze and some marijuana back in her college
days.  But, I couldn't be sure, after all  I never thought that she
would screw around with other men.  Anthony went on to say that he
looked through her clothes and found some sexy red underwear.  The
panties were a thong and the bra was one of those wonderbra types
that made her breasts almost spill out of the cups.

He managed to put her limb body into the bra and panties, then
wrapped the bathrobe around her.  Anthony half walked, half carried
her to her car that was parked in our attached garage.  He found her
keys hanging on the hook next to the garage door, pushed her into
the passenger seat, and got behind the wheel.  He clicked the
automatic garage door opener.  Soon he was driving  my wife away
from her home of 18 years, towards the wrong side of the city.

Anthony told me he was scared driving her around.  He was breaking
his parole by having the drugs, and where he was going to would also
be considered a parole violation.  He said that he was afraid that
if someone saw a black man driving a white woman around that he
might get stopped.    But nobody stopped him.  As he drove deeper
into a slum area of the city he relaxed.

He finally made it to an abandoned house in a run down warehouse
area of the city.  The windows were boarded up and what yard there
was, was overgrown.  He parked Sally's car in front of a closed gas
station next door and after taking the car keys off Sally's key ring
and checking the glove box for papers with our address on them, he
walked Sally up to the wreck of a house.

He knocked on the door and a huge black man let him in.  Anthony
told me that the house was run by "Big Willy" , a local drug dealer.
He would open up a crack house, run it for a week or two, then move
to a new location before the cops busted him.  Willy was bad news.
He had homemade tatoos on his arms and naked  barrel chest.  He
stood at the door in a pair of  sweat pants.  His legs were so big
the fabric was streched to its limit.   He knew Anthony from a stint
he did in jail, so Anthony was able to enter this secret world.   

Anthony told Willy that the white woman he brought with him used to
be his number one lady, but that she had been cheating on him with
other men.  Anthony pointed out Sally's car and he could have the
car if he kept Sally in the Crack house for a while. Anthony told
Big Willy that the car ought to pay for whatever drugs you give her
, and you can pimp her out as far as I'm concerned.  With that he
pulled off Sally's robe displaying her to Willy's wide eyes!

Willy asked if the car was hot.  Anthony said that it wouldn't be
reported missing until tonight.   Willy said it would be stripped
and sold for parts in an hour.    Willy agreed to keep Sally in the
crack house, but told Anthony that he was closing this house down on
Sunday, his informants with the cops told him it would be raided
Sunday afternoon.  Anthony said just leave Sally in the crack house,
with enough drugs around to get her busted for possession.  The cops
will like  busting somebody and not just finding an empty house.
Maybe it will take some heat off your operation.  Willy laughed and
said it was good business for the cops to arrest somebody every once
in a while.  It made the cops feel like they were accomplishing
something.  He looked down at Sally.  She had fallen onto a very
dirty, smelly  mattress laying on the garbage strewn floor of the
crack house.  "We don't get good looking white women in here.  The
only white women I've seen in one of my crack houses are old b ag
ladies.  Usually the white boyfriend buys the crack or coke  at the
door and get the hell out of here as fast as possible.  White folks
usually party at their own place.   I'll be sure that this little
lady gets to meet all my regular customers, " smirked Big Willy.

Anthony tossed Willy the keys to the car.  As Anthony walked out of
the crack house he saw Willy unzip his pants and pull out a
chocolate brown cock that was the size of a salami and walk over to
Sally.

Back in my office, Anthony ended his story and looked at me.  "Man,
you can kiss your old lady goodbye.  You don't know what goes on in
those crack houses, by tomorrow she will be a real crack whore.  A
couple of  hundred people will go through that house this weekend.
The dirtiest, nastyest, drugged up, worthless people in the world.
Your old lady is sitting naked right in the middle of it.  By the
time the cops raid that place on Sunday, your wife will be glad they
arrested her.

I smiled to myself.  Later that night, when I got home to my empty
house, I called the police and reported my wife missing.  The police
said I would have to wait until the next day.  A person had to be
missing 24 hours before the police could get involved.  I was sure
that the next 24 hours were going to be interesting for Sally.       



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