Revenge can be sweet… I guess

Revenge can be sweet I guess, ask my husband and the wife of our best friend who’s husband I have been fucking for a year every Wednesday afternoon.

Married woman of 10 years, quiet happy, fairly successful husband, just kind of bored,especially in bed, would have summed up my life this time last year , then one evening my husband and I were out for a drink and we met Roy and Stephanie his wife in the bar.
They were our age , early 30’s, David and myself ( Becky ) started seeing them once a week or so , we went to the movies, had dinner sometimes , they were fun and we all got on well, then at a Christmas Party on the Friday night the four of us went to I was dancing with Roy and for some God unknown reason I felt I had to tell him I wanted to fuck him .
What ever made me rub against his cock ,I do not know, then when he bent down to whisper in my ear ,” that was nice” , I kissed him on the lips, thank God it was dark on the dance floor, perhaps a couple of glass’s of eggnog, made me do it ,I don’t know,it was not like me to do that, but I do know when we got home that night and I started sucking my husbands cock in bed before I climbed onto it ,it was Roy I was fucking ,not boring old David.
After a few minutes of riding Davids cock I said ” David I feel so fucking hot I want you to rape me, I want you to fuck me in the ass, and cum all over my face like you used to do when we were first married ” . He just laughed, rolled me onto my back fucked me hard for two minutes shot a load of cum into my belly ,told me ” he loved me”,even thanked me, hahaha , rolled off me and went to sleep.
I laid there for a few minutes with my legs open, my hand on my cunt ,I could feel his cum starting to feel sticky on my fingers, and as David started to breath heavily and get into a deep sleep, I slid out of bed ,went to the bathroom, peed, wiped my pussy clean and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Pouring myself a glass of white , I put the cork back in the bottle lifted the hem of my nightie and put the cork against my pussy lips, pushing the top off the bottle into my cunt a little way, it felt cold and I laughed.
Laying on the couch in the sitting room, I flicked the TV on and settled down to drink my wine , I played a game with myself, everytime I took a sip,I had to fuck myself with the bottle, it wasn’t long before I forgot the drinking bit of the game and my bottle of wine I had christened Roy was deep in my pussy the wide bit of the bottle pushing my pussy lips open, while I lifted my butt off the couch to try and push “Roy” further into my pussy
I could feel my climax building, but it just wouldn’t come, even rubbing my clitoris I could not climax, I needed more, I wanted to be a 20 dollar whore, but what I really wanted was Stephanie’s husband to walk in the room call me a fucking cheap slut ,push his cock into my mouth,grab my hair and make me gag. Taking the bottle from my cunt,I started licking the top, tasting my cunt juice on it before pushing it deep into my mouth.
Ten seconds later I was laying on my side laughing to myself , I had actually made myself gag and I don’t know why but I found it so funny I could not stop laughing ,and my lover Roy the bottle was laying on the floor , looking all sad, hahaha, he had failed to make his whore climax.
Slowly getting up off the couch I picked up my lover and the empty glass and I walked to the kitchen down the entrance hall where the heels I wore last night were laying on there side where I had kicked them off when we got home.
David used to love me wearing heels when he fucked me, now he never bothers to ask me to wear them in the bedroom, so I decided that my bottle needed to see me in heels , perhaps then he could make me cum if they turned him on, so I slipped them and did up the ankle straps.
I went into the kitchen to wash Roys top where he had been all sticky from cunt juice and collected some dust and light hair from the carpet when I dropped him.on the floor. My girly bits were hot, hahaha, I stood by the breakfast island and filled the glass at the same time as I was rubbing my pussy against the edge of the Island. Looking across the Island into our dining room I walked over to the table ,put the glass and bottle down and stood looking at the five red candles in the centerpiece.
Look, my sex life with Dave is OK, I don’t normally play with myself very much, we have sex a couple of times most weeks , and if ever I do play with myself, I do it in bed using my vibe Dave bought me,( because he used to like watching me do it to myself ), or I use my fingers to rub my clit and finish myself off sitting on the toilet if I had not climaxed when he had, but looking at those 12 inch candles I wanted to fuck them .
With my hands full of candles, my bottle lover and a glass I went into the sitting room, and after a few minutes of just walking around thinking dirty thoughts I climbed onto the wooden coffee table and got on my hands and knees, started pushing a candle into my slit, and pushed it in and out before my one hand I was resting on got tired and i got off the coffee table ,laid on my back on the floor, pushed Roy the bottle into my cunt, and pushed the well lubed candle I had been fucking into my butt, and I swear it took me all of 30 seconds to reach a climax, and maybe another minute to reach my second climax, which was one of the best I had had in many months, and one that left me shaking with tears in my eyes, laying on my back with my legs bent at the knees and my thighs wide open with a candle stuck in my butt and a bottle still resting between my cunt lips, the bottom of the bottle resting on the carpet keeping it in place
I felt satisfied the whole of the weekend, , Dave went off to work Monday morning at 7, I sat around the kitchen in my nightie drinking coffee, there was a knock knock on the door and when I opened it there was Roy, THE REAL ROY standing on the doorstep.
I felt stupid like some silly little school girl when I opened the door and invited him in. He looked at me in my nightie and said ,”wow I see your ready for me” and he was laughing. He said ” I can’t stop I just wanted to drop this off for Dave” , and he handed me an envelope, “it’s just some info he wanted to look at regarding joining the golf club I belong to ” he said , smiled and turned to go.
I grabbed his arm, let it go quick and felt real stupid as I said “do you have to go, do you want coffee” and he said ” sure, but what about if Dave comes home “? . I said ” he won’t,he never has in 10 years so he won’t today, he walks to the station and catches the train and that left 30 minutes ago, and as it is only a 10 minute walk to and from the station, he would have been back here by now, take you jacket off and have a coffee.”
I don’t know what is wrong with me, probably I should have fucked a few more guys before I got married I guess. I had a boyfriend at school who I used to blow just about every day after school in his car, who after the 100th time of asking to fuck me I said OK, so I lost my virginity crying in the back seat of a rust fucking Ford, and I had a couple of boyfriends at college, but not being very bright I had to concentrate on class work more than fucking, then I met David and he was just nice, not pushy, everyone knew in the first six months of us being together were we “made for each other” so we got married and the world was a wonderful place.
Halfway through Roys first cup of coffee I was flapping my gums telling him what I had done with my bottle of wine after coming back from the party, he never did finish it, Fifteen minutes later he was telling me he had to go ,he had an appointment and asking me if I needed to be helped off the coffee table, as he zipped up his fly bent down and kissed me and left me laying there flat out with his cum leaking out of my cunt onto my coffee table.
It sure wasn’t like I thought my first fuck with my dream boat would be like, but for the last year we have met just about every Wednesday afternoon at a typical travelers hotel about 15 miles from where I live just off the Freeway , and fuck the sex has been good.,until last week when………….

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