CUCKOLD | REVENGE

Her Cuckold Revenge

She is mad but she knows how to get even

“Why did you fuck her?” We were just back in our hotel room after a long night in the local Swinger club (sex club). She had been quiet the whole way home and now in our room I could see she was fuming.

“Why did you fuck her? Was her pussy good and tight for you? Was it nice to have such a skinny little body underneath you? Did it make you happy to have her pretty face staring up at you, adoringly, while you pumped her full of cum? I bet I could taste her on your cock right now.”

I wasn’t used to her jealousy. It took me by surprise. I started by being stunned, then I’d began to feel the guilt. But by the time she had finished saying her piece I was angry. You see while I was fucking this woman she had been on her back for three men in a row. She’d been enjoying a little gang bang of her own. “Yeah, go on,” I said, “why don’t you. get on your knees and find out? After all I think I was the only man there tonight who didn’t fuck your throat!”

She is a lot shorter than me but that didn’t stop her grabbing my shirt collar and pushing me to the bed hard. I couldn’t decide if she was going to hit me or fuck me. I don’t think she knew either. She straddled me but didn’t do either of them.

She bent over and almost spat into my face, “I’m not cleaning up that skanky tarts dirty pussy juice from your old man cock. I don’t want to ruin the taste of all the other cocks that still swirl on my tongue.”

We glared at each other, inches apart. Had we really fallen out? Had all this fucking other people gone too far? But then something clicked, something changed, and it was probably that she could feel my growing erection through my pants. She kissed me hard and pushed down even harder on my bulge. “Shame to waste it though.”

We wrestled quickly out of our clothes and soon I was inside her. She came hard, as she always did, and pushing me out when she gets so tight at that moment of climax as I came inside my second sexy woman of the night and felt very pleased with myself. I thought that was it. I thought we’d cuddle and go to sleep. But she wasn’t tired. She was agitated.

“Do you know why I was so cross?” she didn’t let me answer but then she probably had guessed I had no idea why. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t ask me if it was ok to fuck her. I asked you.”

And she had, that is true. With her legs spread next to me, a man’s cock near her mouth that she had been sucking on and a fat man hovering with his stubby dick just above her pussy, she had asked me if it was ok.

And actually I hadn’t cared either way because I’d been kissing this other girl next to me, feeling her up and getting stroked by her. If some man fucking her kept her busy while I got down to screwing her friend (yes they were friends!), then I was happy.

So, no, I had forgotten to ask her permission. But that wasn’t the real reason, she was angry. It all came to me in a sudden revelation. And what happened next confirmed my suspicion.

What really upset her was that she wasn’t centre of my attention. I’d fucked women before and never taken my eyes off her. Use a different body, but really still be with her. We would have this signal, a wink, that we’d give each other, as we used a different person to quench our lust. The wink meant “Yeah her pussy is great, his dick is big, but this man, woman, men are just sex toys to get us higher. We’re just using them, flattering them, for our own carnal needs. And later, alone we’ll talk about it and cum more and harder, our bodies attached in a way the others can only dream of.” She often looked on giving herself to men as an act of kind charity and to make our sex lives more intense. I guess the far fewer women I had were sort of the same thing.

This time though I had forgotten about her. I hadn’t even realised it was three men and not the two I had counted. It was only when she introduced them afterwards, comically asking for their names, that it dawned on me that she had made three men explode with her perfect pussy while I had fucked her friend.

You see she likes me to watch, to be right there, whatever nasty sexual activity she is engaged in.

Glory hole cum swallowing. I watch on my knee’s, inches away.

Gang bangs. Holding her hand and kissing her as men take turns pounding her sore.

Or fucking her against a wall while men grope any spare skin they can get their hands on, while her hands are too busy on strangers cocks to hold me back.

Fucking her doggy style, while men stand round her, jerking off on to her back or into her colourfully dyed hair.

Or holding her from behind as her exhausted head lolls back on to my shoulder and she says, “anyone whose not cum yet can finish off on my tits,” and so they jerk a few moments more and leave their seed on her large firm young breasts.

Even stripping on a pole dancing stage or being beaten in a group spanking, I am there; holding her, holding her hand, kissing her, paying her all my attention. Yes she is always centre of attention in a room but she also has to be centre of my attention too. This time she wasn’t.

I may have been lying right beside her but I forgot her existence. My cock and hands and mind were driven by lust for her friend and not lust for my lover. I wasn’t even interested in the lust the other men had for her. I didn’t care how many hands squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, mouths that bit them. I didn’t care how much men slid over her body or down her throat or even into breeding cunt. It was all about her friend. That was the real problem. she probably felt she’d been fucking pointlessly, even if she got some orgasms out of the three ugly old men who had used her body. Pointless because I hadn’t watched.

“So next time ask me. I won’t say no. I’m not a bitch. But it’s only polite. The other thing is she is hot right? Really sexy. I have to have sex with her myself sometime. You loved doing her? With me watching? Her silly cuckold boyfriend watching? (oh that is another story!) You came hard right using her?”

“Yes to all of them beautiful.”

“More beautiful than her?”

“Yes, anyone would say that was true.” Probably, by stats that subjective opinion could be found to be true. I was sure of that. My girlfriends was genuinely always the hottest woman in the room.

“But, at that point in time you wanted a bit of nasty, drunk, skinny, trash?”

“She’s your friend!”

“It’s how she describes herself! It’s a compliment. MILF chav! You wanted a bit of skank?

“Yes, I wanted a very attractive drunk chav to make me cum.”

“Mmmm,” she started to touch herself. “A trailer trash piece of shit whore!” she frigged herself harder, beginning to groan. I could see her well used, slightly red pussy, start to glisten as her own dirty words got her hot.

I went to put my hardening dick back inside, but she puts out a hand to stop me. “So you get that sexy slag and I get three slugs who would normally have to pay hundreds to get joy like my body gives a man.”

“Yes they were fat ugly bastards, probably all with small cocks.”

“Yeah, all I could feel was blubber pressing down on me and the hot breath of desperate men imagining all kinds of nasty shit while they got to put their tragic little things in something other than their dried-up old wives.”

It was hardly the talk you’d expect someone to cam too, but she did. She practically pissed herself and I was desperate to get back inside my accommodating tramp.

“So fuck you, I need something beautiful too,” she said, and looked at the door to our hotel room.

“You want to get some guy or guys round here now?”

“Nah, it’s really late. I can’t be arsed. But I need some hot men to appreciate me. Young men. sexy men.”

“Next week? I’ll only let men you fancy inside you. Stop you being just the town’s free use whore for once. The village bike!” I playfully punched her on the shoulder and smiled lovingly.

She glared back. “Yeah, sure, whatever, but I can’t wait that long. My mate from work just text me, twenty minutes ago. He’s hot. Gave me an idea.”

“You’re inviting him round?”

“No, idiot. It’s 3am and he’s in bed with his wife. Look.”

She showed me a picture coast in shadows, but I could make out long hair and probably a woman’s face with her eyes closed. Then she swiped over. It was another dark photo but this time a clearly seen cock, with pre-cum at the head.

I’m not huge on men but I could see the appeal of licking that slit. “He’s sending you cock pics while he’s in bed with his wife?”

“A-ha! And now I’m telling him to write “this belongs to, my name here of course! so his wife will know he prefers jerking off to me than sex with her. He’s not bad looking either.”

I presumed one or two or a dozen of the sexy selfies she takes of herself every day had ended up on his phone. I felt a pang of jealousy as I knew she must take pictures I never even see.

Another photo came in. This time it was bright, he’d moved into the bathroom. The words she’d requested lined his thick uncut dick in pen. She purred with satisfaction. And then took to frigging herself a while, just looking at his dick, ignoring me. She blanked me now as she text with the youthful speed of a girl who’d grown up with mobile phones, unlike an old guy like me.

A few seconds past, then she waved me over and starred at her screen. His cock was now live. I looked at him rubbing it frantically, but also, behind the whirr of his erection and fist was a face shot of her. I knew the picture. She had a cute, almost innocent smile, full lips and wildly coloured hair. A sexy enough picture to make a billion men cum. I imagine it’s all over the internet and tributed again and again. She was talking, but not to me.

“That’s it baby. Stroke it for me. Rub that big hardon for me. Work it! I want it. Wish I was sucking it now. I’d do anything to make it happy. Unlike your frigid ugly wife. Don’t you wish she was hot like me? Don’t you wish she was a freak like me?” she sang the last bit. She is a good singer. But it was funny, so she went back to dirty talk to finish him off.

“I’m such a freak I’d let you fuck my mouth like a pussy, fuck my ass no lube. Jerk you off at the front door while your wife sleeps and you have to hope no one sees you. I’ll be your bitch. Your whore. Your fucking everything. Cum on me. Cum on me. Come on you bastard paint my beautiful face.” she repeated the last bit as he was nearly there.

His cumming seemed to turn on the sound. He had actually just been silent before, for the sake of his marriage, and listening to her on ear pods. Now he didn’t hold back. She loved this and came loudly herself.

“Now run back to wifey and try to get some sleep. Don’t wank about me all night!” she hung up on him. And even though I’d been turned on, sleep was a good idea.

“Sit over there,” I went to the only armchair in the room. “That wasn’t enough. I need a young man too. So you can really feel what it’s like to be ignored and something preferred over you. Now keep fucking quiet. He won’t want to know I’m not alone. And don’t move. And definitely don’t cum.”

So that’s when she called a guy I’d actually met once. He lived near her. she said they’d never done it, only flirted, but that turned out not to be true.

Their conversation spoke about all the times they’d fucked, including plenty since seeing me. Even one on a day we had had a date. I was angry, upset, but took my punishment.

She masturbated for him. Sucked her fingers. Did baby talk and slut talk and even talked about this ‘old man’ she was seeing who wasn’t nearly as good a fuck as he was and that he had a much sexier body and larger cock than him. There was no wink in my direction, just an evil smile and countless orgasms.

She had no sex toys with her so when he demanded she fuck and suck something in lieu of his erection she went straight to the handle of the toilet brush, like she’d thought about it before.

she propped her phone up on towels and sucked it exactly where it stood rigidly upwards. She took it so deep she gagged heavily and it all soon dripped with saliva. With it lubed she squatted and rode it dangerously, it couldn’t go all the way in. This must have done it for him as in a storm of misogynistic expletives he came. Then just hung up.

She was left bereft for a minute. Lifting herself off the makeshift cock.

“He’s a bastard. He always hangs up on me. ‘Cum. Fuck off’, is his motto.”

I wanted to ask her questions, but I was too scared of the answers and too scared of her.

“I need to make more men cum. And you can help me.”

Fuck on cam? I was tired, frustrated, feeling like a cuckold without even any other men in the room.

“Go down on me.” I did as she commanded. She sat up in bed. Again on her phone. It never left her, like a stroppy teenager. But then that wasn’t so long ago for her, I thought.

It made it awkward to get my tongue in but then I thought my discomfort was part of the plan.

I never saw what she was doing, but by what she said I guessed and later she confirmed it. She went on a cam chat site and for free, unlike all the other whores on there. She spoke to the masses of men and played with her tits for them. Over two hundred at one point she said.

It went on for an hour. I hardly had a rest or came up for air. When I did, I had to keep fingering her. If I did stop completely she would get angry and verbally abuse me in front of the men. Once she even slapped me. The men liked seeing that so much she did it again. And again. And again. My face really stung and my ears rang.

I went back to licking her and then she rode my face grinding the bones of her pelvis into my mouth and using my nose to masturbate against. All the while the men watched and sent countless messages of encouragement and degrading words about me. Some of which she’d read out and laughed.

A lot of the time she just ignored me though and talked long and dirty to them. something like this, but much longer.

“Oh you like my tits guys? Want to cum between them? They are great for tit fucking. Cum here, here and here.

Can I suck my own? Yes! I’ll show you. God I taste nice. You’d all love them. Oh I like a bit of pain. I can pinch them harder. Twist them, stretch them.

Yes the little worm is still between my legs. He’s getting boring actually. What I need now is a good hard fucking. But his cock is useless. I don’t call him worm for nothing you know!

What I really need is you guys. All, let me see, 197 of you! To come over right now and gang bang me. Let him watch me drown in men and over flow in cum. I’ve had four men inside me today already but better make it a round two hundred!

Hands up who’d do me like that? Oh yeah. Agh yeah. About everyone.

Right guys I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. He sleeps on the floor don’t worry. I’ll always be yours. Or at least everyone’s but worms.

If you like to watch a girl take a piss then stay two minutes more.”

I’m sure you can picture what happened next.

No, actually you’re wrong. She went in the conventional way and left me to watch from a distance again.

She logged off and threw her phone on the armchair like it was a lover she was dispensing with.

“Will you ask me in future whenever you want to fuck some floozie?”

“Yes,” I said, rubbing my sore neck from the angle I’d been in.

She went to stick her head out the window for her essential smoke, but held some in to blow in my face, when she finished. No more words though. No more anything that night.

Then she fell asleep. I hadn’t cum the whole time she’d been using her phone to humiliate me. I still wasn’t sure if I was allowed too.

I stared at the ceiling and thought what next? How will she break me more? How extreme can our sex get?

At least I was in the bed. At least I wasn’t being made to sleep on the floor.

For the follow up…