Elizabeth’s Revenge
My name is Elizabeth, Beth for short, and this is my story. I met my husband Rick when we were in college. We dated and eventually did the “two-backed beast” a few times before Rick proposed. He kind of rang my chimes and I accepted. We got married shortly after Rick graduated.
We spent the intervening years, eleven to be exact, doing our married thing. We had two kids, a boy and a girl and a nice house in the suburbs. My husband was successfully climbing the corporate ladder. I was bored to tears. Even our sex life was boring, same routine, same day, even the same position. It must have been boring Rick too as he was starting to miss our regular get-togethers. He always seemed to have a good excuse, but I was getting suspicious.
My suspicions were confirmed when Rick returned home from a business trip on a Friday. I was doing laundry so I decided to unpack his suitcase and what fell out of his dirty clothes bag changed my life. I felt rage, I felt betrayed, but most of all, I felt a burning desire to get even.
That son-of-a-bitch, I said to myself as I held up the incriminating black thong panties. About a size 4 I guessed, knowing that I wear a five. My cheating shit of a husband must have bagged some young stuff. I considered sniffing them to see if they reeked of semen but didn’t. They had been worn though and what the hell were they doing in my husband’s laundry.
I cried while I did the laundry. After I dried and folded it, I arranged the guilty panties prominently on top of the pile and placed it on Rick’s side of the bed. I wondered how my shit heel husband would try to lie his way out of this.
Now lest you think I over reacted, let’s look at this from my perspective. I had devoted eleven years of my life to being a faithful wife and a helluva dedicated soccer mom and having those fucking panties fall out of Rick’s laundry bag. Was this to be my reward for all that virtue? I don’t think so, I told myself.
I sat down and thought over my choices. I could confront him when he came home from work or I could be somewhere else. I have a tendency to choose avoidance and he’s a way better talker than I am so I packed a suitcase. That was probably the moment I chose the revenge option as I found myself packing sexy undies and my favorite little black cocktail dress. I put on slacks and a blouse and carried my bag out to the car.
Next I called my sister Mary Ann who lives on the other side of town. All I told her was that I was having a little crisis and needed to be alone for a bit. She agreed to keep the kids. When they got home from school, I helped Mike and Susie pack their bags and quickly we headed for her place. The kids were curious but not overly pushy as Mary Ann loves to spoil them rotten.
I dropped them off and told my sister I’d be in touch. I headed across town and got myself a very nice room with a king-sized bed at the Hilton. I called down and they were able to take me at the salon. I spent the next couple of hours getting an overhaul. After that I returned to my room and luxuriated in just being alone. For the moment at least, I wasn’t a wife, I wasn’t a mother, I was Elizabeth.
By now it was dinnertime so I ordered from room service. A tossed salad, a petite sirloin with mushroom sauce and a baked potato washed down with a small bottle of Merlot dealt handsomely with at least some of my physical needs. It was time to address my emotional needs.
I took off all my clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirrors on the closet doors. The salon technicians had really done a superb job. The hairdresser had managed to make my housewife hairdo into an auburn pageboy that curled attractively next to my cheeks. My finger and toenails were painted a wicked scarlet.
I inspected myself critically and the results were not perfect but they were acceptable. My breasts sagged a bit more than when I was twenty but two kids will do that. However there was no doubt they were fuller and that was good. I turned to inspect my butt and I liked what I saw. All that stair master crap had paid off. My ass was still nice and tight and no cellulite to be seen. I had a few stretch marks on my abdomen but they didn’t detract. The overall package was still quite presentable.
That was the moment I made the decision that would change my life. I would make a present of myself to some lucky guy. Birth control was no problem as my tubes were tied after number two. STD’s were of some concern but I’d pick up some condoms and I’d also pick up a respectable man. In my present frame of mind, if I did catch the clap I’d positively enjoy giving it to Rick.
I put on my very own size five black thong, a very sexy little black push-up bra that really accentuated my cleavage, black thigh highs followed by that form fitting black cocktail dress to complete my ensemble. A little lipstick, some perfume and I was ready for adventure.
I can see that I’m making this all sound pretty much matter of fact, but it wasn’t. The truth of the matter is that I was nervous as hell. I felt that same queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get when I step into a roller coaster car to begin that long steep climb to what may turn out to be the ride of a lifetime or conversely, simply an opportunity to become motion sick.
I walked into the cocktail lounge. Okay, maybe I strutted just a little as I crossed the very attractive room that was all decorated in shades of peach and mauve. Two couples were dancing on the tiny floor to music provided by a very talented black musician on one of those trick pianos with a built in rhythm section. I headed for the bar and a convenient stool. Two men were seated at the bar and they checked me out with obvious interest. I managed to give the room a quick once over. Men outnumbered women about two to one. I remembered having seen something on the reader board in the lobby about a convention when I checked in. That might explain why the odds were so favorable.
Anyway, I slid my butt onto a stool remembering that old warning about not turning to face the room unless you want to be mistaken for a whore. I ordered a glass of Chardonnay, took a sip and my heart skipped a beat. I was still wearing my wedding and engagement rings. Shit, I thought, but then quickly justified to my little oversight. I wasn’t setting out to fool anyone. Any man who hooked up with me would know what he was getting.
And speaking of hooking up, my presence had sparked a decided upturn in interest on the part of the male patrons in the room. I took another sip of wine and watched in the mirror behind the bar. That was when I realized I was the only unattached female in the place. In quick succession, a second glass of Chardonnay appeared followed closely by one of the men at the bar who materialized at my elbow to ask if I would like to dance.
Well I did like to and, boy, did I dance. Man after man, probably a dozen or more held me. I felt like a princess as I danced slow ones and fast ones. I couldn’t remember the last time Rick and I had been dancing. As the evening wore on the first man, who I had learned was Dan from Boston and his friend Jack from Providence moved me to a booth and claimed more and more of my time until I was dancing with them exclusively.
It turned out that these charming and very attractive men worked for a company named Huelit Pickford or something like that. I had by this time danced several slow dances with each of them and had been very favorably impressed with the caliber of their desire when they pressed themselves against my belly. It was obviously time for me to make my choice and I was leaning toward Dan. He was the taller of the two and had nice broad shoulders and a cute butt. But at the same time there was a special quality to Jack. He had such a nice smile and an infectious laugh. How could I make a choice? I didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
Due, no doubt, in part to the endless glasses of wine I had consumed, I found myself saying, “Why don’t all three of us go back to my room and get comfortable.”
After a moment of stunned silence, Dan and Jack exchanged smiles, looked at me and they both spoke at the same time, the gist being that they could hardly wait. To be honest neither could I. I couldn’t remember when I had felt so lusty. I had a well of desire lodged deep in my abdomen that was sending ripples of sensation to my breasts and my brain. My two soon to be lovers were the most desirable men who had ever touched me and heaven knows I was eager to have them touch me all over.
The guys signed the bar bill and without wasting any more time they followed me back to my room. Knowing they were watching me I put a little extra wiggle in my walk.
“God, just look at that cute little ass!” Jack said. “Did we get lucky or what?”
As I put my card key in the slot I felt hands on my butt.
“Shit, Jack she feels as good as she looks.”
“For the record, you appear to be a married lady,” Jack said. “Is there a story here?”
“Oh, yeah. There’s a story all right. My husband cheated on me and I’m out to get even.”
“The two of us are your perfect recipe for revenge,” Dan said. “I promise. You’ll enjoy us a lot.”
“How are we going to do this?” I asked. “I seem to have an extra man to take care of and I’ve never done that before.”
“Jack and I shared girls a time or two when we were in college so we have a little experience along these lines. With a lady as sexy as you I think we’ll cope just fine.” Dan pulled me close and we kissed for the first time. Our mouths opened to each other and I could taste the flavor of the red wine he had been drinking. It was intoxicating.
Dan’s hard on snuggled against my tummy as a promise of delights to follow. I reached a new height of excitement when Jack’s hands reached around and cupped my breasts. His hard on fit snugly in the crack of my ass. We stood like that with little, innocent me sandwiched between two obviously excited men. They continued to kiss and caress me. It was wonderful but I wanted more.
“God, Lovers. Let’s get naked,” I said. “I want to feel some skin against me.”
That was all it took. Jack unzipped my dress and Dan eased it off my shoulders then slipped it down so I could step out of it. I noticed he didn’t just drop it on the floor but draped it over the back of a chair. What a nice gesture, I thought. The guy is a real gentleman. My train of thought was refocused on the here and now when Jack unclipped my bra and Dan slid it off my arms. I was literally shivering in anticipation as they eased my thong over my hips, following its progress down my legs with little kisses. I was naked now except for my shoes and thigh highs. I stepped out of my shoes.
“God, Dan. Just look at her. She’s absolutely gorgeous. How did we get so lucky?”
“I don’t know. But there’s no getting around the fact that our beautiful little Beth is one hot lady. The lucky part is that she wants us to sample some of her sweet ass.”
“Well, if this adventure is to proceed, it’s my turn to help you guys get naked. I’m definitely hot for you both to sample some of this sweet ass.” I pirouetted using a move I remembered from when I was a cheerleader in high school so they could admire me and then leaned forward and slapped my own butt for emphasis.
I fell to my knees and tackled Dan’s belt and zipper. Jack fondled my tits while I pulled down Dan’s pants. When I got his boxers down I discovered my reward, an absolutely wonderful hard on. I looked up at him and smiled, then took his penis in my hand and kissed the swollen head of it. It was easily half again as big as my husband’s. His sharp intake of breath and the way his hips thrust forward left little doubt what he’d like next.
“Hold that thought, Lover,” I said. “I’ll be right back after I get your buddy naked.” I turned to Jack and smiled.
“Beth, you’re a delight. I’m really looking forward to making love to you,” he said.
“Me too, Lover,” I said and attacked his belt buckle. A moment later I was holding another delightful cock. Perhaps he wasn’t as long as Dan but he was nice and thick. I kissed and licked him until he was hard. A second penis came into view, this one attached to a bare naked Dan. I gave him a little more head while Jack finished stripping.
Things got a little crazy then with all three of us writhing around on my king sized bed. Jack fucked me while I blew Dan and then they traded places, several times as I recall. I was in a state of excitement I’d never achieved before. I honestly believe I had a nearly constant climax from the time they started fucking me until I got to hold the ass cheeks of Jack who I discovered liked to have my tongue darting into his mouth in the same rhythm he used to fuck me. We came simultaneously and kissed and cuddled before he rolled off my hips.
“That was a spectacular fuck, Beth. I hope it was special for you too.”
“It was special all right. You sexy bastards have made me come more tonight than I’ve come in the past decade.”
“We’re not done yet,” Dan announced while settling between my thighs and entering my come filled pussy. “It’s been awhile since I had sloppy seconds but there’s no lady I’d rather enjoy them with than you.” Then we got into some serious screwing. The length of his prick enabled him to reach new territory inside me and I could hardly believe how intense my climaxes became. I had been coming constantly for more than an hour but this was special. He finally let out a half moan, half growl and I felt his penis erupting in me. I came again. Now all three of us were happy and sweaty.
I started to get up and go clean up but before I could get off the bed, Jack pushed me gently back down and said, “You just relax. I’ll take care of everything. I’ve never eaten a creamy pie before and yours looks like a dandy.”
“I’ve got zero experience with this sort of thing but if you want to eat my come filled snatch that’s fine with me.” I raised my knees and spread my thighs to give him access. “There, I’ve just set the table for you. Sorry, I don’t have any napkins.” Jack smiled and glanced over at Dan.
Dan laughed and said, “Go for it. If you don’t eat her out I will.”
Apparently that was incentive enough for Jack. He maintained eye contact with me as he spread the lips of my cunt with his fingers and took a tentative lick. That must have been the clincher because the next thing I knew his tongue was deep in my vagina and I was coming again. He licked and sucked and tongued me. What a delightful sensation it was to have this very sexy man eating me. He must have pretty much run out of goodies before he looked me in the eyes, raised his head and said, “You taste sweeter than any raw oyster I’ve ever eaten and I love oysters.”
My hips had a mind of their own and I thrust them upwards, searching for his magic tongue until I came yet again.
“Thanks guys. I really loved that,” I said as they laid down, one on each side of me. We were all pretty quiet and I hoped they were just getting their second wind so to speak. Jack was an avid kisser and he had his tongue in my mouth again and one of my tits in his hand. Dan had a couple of fingers in my cunt gently stirring around to make me kind of squirmy. Occasionally he tweaked my clit just enough to make my hips jump. You don’t need a crystal ball to figure out what I was doing. I had a semi-hard cock in each hand. It was only a few minutes before we were back in business.
“I have an idea,” Jack said sticking that persuasive little tongue of his in my ear. Shivers ran down my body to end in the nipple he was rolling between his fingers.
Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?” he asked.
“When we first married my husband, tried to get me interested but I never did it that way. Tell me. Is it fun? Would I like it?”
“I don’t believe it. You mean you’ve been married for years and your guy has never fucked your ass?”
“That’s the truth. I’m an anal virgin.”
“Well, you have a thrill coming. Dan and I’ve fucked your cunt and you’ve sucked our dicks so the butt is the final frontier. We need to fuck you in your ass.” As he said this, the fingers that were still between my legs left my wet pussy only to find their way to my butt hole. At first it felt strange and quite perverse to have a finger up my ass, but as Jack moved it around while they both kissed and licked me it began to feel quite erotic.
“Some ladies like butt tucking better than vaginal intercourse,” Jack said while kissing my neck. He inserted a second finger in me and now I was getting down right hot. How could I have missed such a delightful sexual experience?
“I don’t know about some ladies, but this lady is ready to lose her anal cherry with one of you studs.”
“I’ll flip you for the honor,” Jack said to Dan.
“No. That’s not right. You’re the one who discovered our little Beth’s secret. You should be the first to fuck her ass.”
Dan and Jack did a high five. It occurred to me that only about two hours ago I had been a truly monogamous wife and mother and now I was about to have a stranger’s cock in my ass. Talk about a fast learner. I felt I filled the bill.
“Let’s get you on your knees,” Jack said. “It’s easier that way.”
“Come here and let me get some spit on your cock,” I said. He presented his hard on and I slobbered all over it.
“Be gentle, Jack,” Dan admonished him. “You’ve got a big cock and she’s a pretty tiny girl.”
“I’ll be gentle as a lamb,” Jack said positioning himself behind me and taking my hips in his hands. The next thing I felt was incredible pressure as his cock began to wedge its way into me. I must have gasped or something because, bless his heart, Jack leaned down to kiss and reassure me.
“You’re going to love having me in you, Beth. I know you feel like there’s no way I’ll fit in you, but we’ll just take it slow and easy and you’ll do fine.” I turned my head to look back at him.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give my cherry to.”
“You’ll be a fan of ass fucking after Jack’s finished doing you,” Dan said. “I’ll help you guys out.”
He leaned over and spat a generous wad of saliva into my crack and spread it on us, lubricating me for the rest of Jack’s invasion. He pressed forward again and I had a sudden feeling of fullness that surpassed belief. I know I made noise. I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me I screamed as Jack began to slowly fuck my ass. I didn’t think it was possible to have an anal orgasm but I was wrong.
“You guys look so hot,” Dan said. “Watching you two is better than any porn flick. So, how do you like anal intercourse, Beth?”
“God, it’s heavenly. I didn’t have a clue that my asshole was an erogenous zone.”
Jack was beginning to grunt as he picked up speed and we made a lusty slap, slap sound every time his hips met my ass.
“Shit, Beth. I’m going to come in you,” Jack announced and did he ever. I felt his cock pump jet after jet of semen into my rectum. What a delightfully intimate act for a man and a woman to enjoy!
We all seemed ready to take a break and settled down with me between my lovers. I adored having hands all over me as I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long we slept but a full bladder awakened me. Jack stirred as I crawled over him and headed for the bathroom. He followed and watched me park my butt on the pot.
“Do you mind if I watch?”
“Be my guest.”
My stream started and he put a hand between my legs and caught my urine in his cupped hand. “God, I love doing this,” he said. “I have a thing about watching women pee.”
He leaned in and kissed me and I got to experience another first, being kissed while seated on the commode peeing on a guy’s hand.
“This is very quirky, Jack. But I like it.” He smiled at me and slipped a couple of pee slick fingers into my vagina. He finger fucked me and played with my clit until I was moaning with arousal.