Cheating | Revenge | Wrong Hole

She Thinks I Don’t Know — 2

Jacob comes to a decision, and Jessica gets a surprise

Previously —

Content warning: This story contains Dub-con themes. Please be aware.

After my mother left, I started to pace the living room. I needed to think, to decide what I wanted to do. My mind was racing with the events of the evening.

My wife was at a glory hole. Probably sucking cocks. Her sister certainly was. I knew that because she sucked mine. Fuck! Now I was a cheater, too. But I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for them. Then again, I shouldn’t have been following them. But I knew something was going on, and I was right. But, but, but, but, but.

And why the fuck did my cock keep getting so damn hard?

My mind was a whirlwind of despair, guilt, horniness, anger, fear. Conflicting emotions battered my consciousness. I was becoming ungrounded, when suddenly something pulled me back to reality.

“Daddy, I’m thirsty,” said a tiny voice behind me.

“Hey, pal,” I said as I turned to scoop up my son, “let’s get you a drink then.”

I put John on the potty and gave him a drink before putting him back to bed, which, of course, woke his brother Jeff, who needed the same treatment. After about 20 minutes, I finally got them both back to sleep.

As I stood and watched them, I realized I couldn’t lose any time with these wonderful little guys. Nor could I take care of them both by myself without going insane. Jessica was a great mom, she loved them, and they loved her, I can’t imagine how hurt they would be if we split up. If only for them, I had to at least try to keep the marriage working.

But I also realized that as their primary male role model, my choices and actions would greatly affect their future. I had to model a strong, confident man, if I wanted them to grow up to be the same. I would have to be very careful about what those boys saw over the coming months as I figured out what I was going to do.

Moving forward, I had no idea what form my relationship with Jessica would take, but I knew what it wouldn’t be. One-way monogamy was a nonstarter for me. We’re both faithful or we’re both not. It was my responsibility to make sure those boys didn’t see me as some kind of cuck, otherwise they may well suffer the same fate.

So, could I even keep the marriage together? I realized that her cheating had somehow turned me on, but her lying and deception had made me furious. I knew there was no way I could ever feel good about being with Jessica unless I had some kind of payback, some kind of revenge. And I knew exactly what that revenge should look like. Not only would I avail myself of any opportunities that may present themselves, but I was going to fuck her sister.

Coming to that conclusion released much of the tension I was feeling. Maybe I didn’t have a plan, but at least I had the direction to go. I went to bed, and even though my erection was bothering me, I refused to deal with it the easy way. Eventually I was able to drop into a deep and dreamless sleep.

“I love you; I love you!”

I was awoken by the soft and delicious naked woman laying on top of me. My underwear was off, and Jessica had my morning wood pinned against my body, her hairless mound pressing into him. Still half asleep, I responded on autopilot by wrapping my arms around her and caressing her smooth and silky skin.

My wife continued to pepper my face with kisses, all the while telling me, “I love you so much, you are the best husband ever!”

I cupped her magnificent ass cheeks in each hand as she slid her soaking wet pussy onto my cock. Moving together in a dance we had perfected over the years; our bodies quickly came into a synchronized rhythm. We pleased each other with natural grace.

My wife’s kiss finally found my mouth and her minty tongue pressed into mine. We kissed with passion and pure love until an unwelcome thought popped into my head.

“At least she respects me enough to brush her teeth before kissing me!”

Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back into my consciousness. The loving lust I had been feeling quickly turned to rage. And yet my cock got even harder. I gripped Jessica by the hips and began to increase the pace of her bouncing. I needed more power.

Without warning, I suddenly moved around and flipped my wife onto her back. In a flash, I was back in her pussy, thrusting savagely. I pounded and hammered the little cunt until she squealed with delight and ecstasy. I felt her orgasm beneath me, her body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably. I knew I really shouldn’t have let her have an orgasm. However, I was so determined to reclaim her that I allowed her to squirt all over my cock. I continued pummeling. The only hint of sunlight was that she was as tight as usual, meaning she probably hadn’t been fucking anyone last night. As if just blowjobs were better somehow.

My unfaithful wife stared into my eyes and told me once again, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Although I saw the truth of her statement in her eyes, my mind still couldn’t believe it. My anger was increasing exponentially with every thrust of my hips. I couldn’t stand to look at her face anymore.

I pulled out and I told her, “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.” As if she were a good wife, she quickly jumped to obey. I positioned myself behind her and thrust my throbbing cock back into her unfaithful pussy. I began to pound relentlessly, trying to vent my anger into her. My hands gripped her hips with bruising force as I hammered without mercy.

A Freudian would say there’s no such thing as an accident, and maybe what happened next was deliberate. All I know was I was slamming my cheating wife’s cunt, pumping my entire length in and out, when she suddenly got much tighter.

“Ow! Fuck, Jacob, you’re in my ass!” she cried. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her grunt of pain. I looked down to realize I must have slipped completely out of her pussy, and then pushed into her ass on the return.

Take it, bitch. Hope it hurts like hell.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m sorry. I don’t know how that happened,” I said. Keeping my cock buried about halfway into the incredibly tight hole she had sworn had never been and would never be penetrated, I continued, “I can’t go back in the right place without cleaning up, so…?”

Maybe it was her guilt, maybe it didn’t feel that bad, but she said, “No, just hold it there. Don’t move, not yet.”

I held myself buried in her asshole and I could feel her relaxing. After few moments, I began to slowly pump again. With far less care than I would have ordinarily used with a virgin, I started moving faster and harder. My anger took over and I pounded into her roughly. Her grunts of pain only encouraged me to go even harder.

I was surprised and a little disappointed when her moaning changed tone. Her asshole was definitely welcoming me now, I could tell she was relaxed and beginning to feel pleasure.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, “that’s it. Just like that!”

My lust and desire to fully reclaim my woman drove me to keep fucking, to let her enjoy this. I pounded faster and deeper, until I finally felt her hole clamp down as her body began to shake.

“I’m cumming, baby,” she cried, “I’m cumming in my asshole!”

Jessica sounded quite surprised by her orgasm, so perhaps that really was the first time she’d said that.

I only needed a few strokes in her quivering asshole to feel my own climax approach. Increasing my pace while pressing her face to the mattress, I exploded with a grunt, pumping thick rope after rope of cum into the virginal hole.

“Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good!” I groaned.

As I filled her rectum, I felt much of my anger drain away with my cum. Gradually slowing, I allowed myself to use the clenching hole to pull out every last drop. When I pulled out, I realized that things had become a little messy.

“Um, we’re going to need to clean up,” I told her. I climbed off the bed and grabbed some wipes from the en suite. I cleaned up as Jessica dashed to the toilet. I pulled on some shorts and returned to bed, uncertain about what was going to happen next.

Jessica tossed on a robe but then snuggled in next to me.

“You took my anal V-card, baby,” she whispered. “I liked it more than I thought I would. And you seemed a little different, too. Harder, maybe. Rougher.”

Before I even had a chance to think about a response, the door burst open, and the twin tornados made touchdown in the bed.

“Mommy! Daddy!” they shrieked as they bounced.

“Why does it smell like poop in here?” Johnny asked.

“Because you farted!” I answered, grabbing him and tickling.

His brother joined in the fun, “Johnny farted, Johnny farted!”

“I think Jeffy farted!” squealed Jessica as she grabbed our other son, pulling him into a tickling embrace.

We all collapsed in a pile of giggles, which was definitely not how I expected this morning to go.

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To be continued —

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