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Dealing With A Cheating Wife - my ending to fireballxl5's series Webcam Revenge

http://www.literotica.com/s/webcam-revenge

fireballxl5's own resolution of the story was distasteful to me. The woman had gone from teasing anger to a complete whore. The author admits the ending is outrageous, and suggested he might write a sequel, back in March of '05. He hasn't posted since '06. Another abandoned story. In my version of the ending, the husband, whose one fault seems to have been viewing smut online (who here hasn't?) is exposed to his wife cheating on him, through a direct video feed, which he records.

Her last action, after cheating, was to insult him and tell him it was his last warning.

No problem, no further warnings would be need. He knows what she is now.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. Reconciliation isn't ruled out, but usually it takes some pretty serious work to fix things.

If you'd like to see my rationale for selecting what you continue, please read my profile.

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Grindy. Bill Grindy. My wife had just fucked Bill Grindy, one of her bosses, and told me it was a warning. If that was a warning, I'd hate to see her idea of revenge!

I thought it only fair that I give her a warning of my own. Starting with that bastard who had the audacity to fuck my wife.

Grindy is not a common name. There was exactly one Grindy in the phone book, a William Grindy. I did a quick search on LinkedIn, and found a William Grindy who worked for my wife's company. Excellent. I called in to work, and told them I was taking the day off. It was after 1:00 pm, and my wife would be home by 5:30 pm. I didn't have much time.

A call to Mrs. Grindy, had her curious enough to pay me a visit. The man on the video was 50ish, gray-haired, not bad shape. I never would have expected the mid-thirties trophy wife that showed up at my door.

"I hope I'm not wasting my time," she snapped churlishly.

"I'll let you judge that," I told her. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"This is not a social call, Mr..."

"Jack, please call me Jack, Mrs. Grindy."

"Diane," she said, turning so I could take her coat.

I hung it up, and invited her to the living room.

"So what is this 'emergency'?" she sneered.

I pressed play on the remote and started the video. I had queued it up to where he first started touching her, denying he was doing it, while his fingers penetrated her.

I heard Diane's gasp. "That's my husband! The cheating bastard!"

"And it's my wife," I explained.

By the time he was shoving the dildo up my wife's cheating pussy, the bastard's wife was crying. "Why?"

The man on the screen came explosively. The slut on the video turned and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him dry.

"Jack, do you think I could have that drink?" my guest asked.

I got up and walked to the bar. "What would you like?"

"Something strong."

A pint sized long-island iced tea should fit the bill. Eight ounces of white rum, vodka, tequila, and gin, two each. Some triple sec, fill with sour mix, and a splash of cola to finish it. She had asked for strong...

I handed her the drink, and sat beside her. Diane's husband was going down on my wife, like his life depended on it. Margie gave every indication she was enjoying it.

"The lousy bastard. Always wants me to blow him, but never returns the favor. Except with that slut." She blushed. "I...I'm sorry..."

"No problem, Diane. I think your analysis is quite accurate. I was quite disturbed to learn my wife was a cheating slut today."

"You seem so calm." Her hands were shaking with anger as she took a long drink from her glass.

"I've had a little time to get over it, and I've seen this already. The first time was a real shock, I assure you."

On the screen, Margie had a huge orgasm, and the bastard turned her around, continuing to suckle her pussy.

"I'm gonna kill the mother-fucker," Diane growled, taking another deep drink from her glass. "Pretty good," she said to me, waving the drink. She looked back at the debauchery on the screen. "Does it get worse?"

"For us, yes. They didn't appear to think so."

Sure enough, her husband stood and stuck his wrinkled old dick inside my wife.

Diane turned to me. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet. I believe this is her first time. She may believe she has just cause."

"You cheated on her?"

"I downloaded pictures of naked women over the internet."

"That's her cause? You looked at pictures, so she becomes a slut for my low-life husband?"

"I think you've summed it up quite nicely. Not quite proportional, in my opinion."

She had almost finished her drink, and I was a little concerned. It was a lot of booze for a 5'2" beauty who maybe weighed 120 lbs. "The lousy bastard. I'm gonna take him to the cleaners. We're so done. I'll put up with a lot, but this is ridiculous. I wonder how many other office sluts he's banging?" She gave me another quick glance. "No offense."

"None taken, I'm sure. It's difficult to deny the obvious. She's a slut. A cheating slut. If he's willing to fuck one, who knows what he'll do?"

We watched my wife screaming for Diane's husband. "Fuck me!" she cried. Moments later they came together. We watched the screen as my wife glared into the camera. "This is your only warning, asshole."

"Hell of a warning. Has she talked about your issues?"

"No. This was the first I heard of it."

"God. What a bitch!" She turned to me. "Are you going to fuck me now? Is that the plan? A revenge fuck?"

I shook my head. "No, that's not the plan. I'm not happy with your husband, as you might imagine. I still haven't decided what to do with my wife. We have no children, and our home is rented. It's very tempting to kick her to the curb, and move on. I just thought it fair that you know what he was doing. I'd want to know."

Diane, seemed to have other ideas. She started unbuttoning her blouse. "Are you sure a revenge fuck isn't part of the plan?"

She removed her blouse, and I felt myself hardening. Damn, she was a beautiful woman. A few years older than me, but those years had treated her well.

"Do I sense you wavering, Jack? Don't you think I deserve at least as much as my husband received?" She had her bra off, by the time she finished speaking. Hers were amazing tits. Simply amazing.

"I...I believe that might be fair."

She grinned. "Do you have a video camera?"

"I do."

"Perfect, would you be so kind to take me to your bedroom, sir? I believe you and I have some important personal business to attend to."

A few minutes later, I placed her on her back, and climbed between her legs. She was obviously excited by the idea of her revenge. I started slowly, teasing her, nibbling, playing with my first new pussy in years. As pretty as any picture I'd downloaded. She knew what she wanted, and told me when she felt the urge. I licked, I sucked, I fingered, I probed. I ate that sweet pussy for all I was worth, making her scream for me. That made me smile. He made my wife scream, and I'd done the same. That was just the start of my payback.

She was very appreciative, pushing me back on the bed, and sucking my cock without any prelude. She took me in her hot mouth, and proved to me her husband was an idiot. If going down on her, which was a treat in itself, yielded these results, I'd be eating at the Y every day.

She was great. Too good, really. "Gonna come," I groaned.

She only sucked me harder, until I flooded her mouth. She was an incredibly considerate fellatrix, swallowing, cleaning me, treating me carefully while I was still tender, making love to my cock, until she'd renewed my hardness.

I didn't have much choice about what came next, as she mounted me and rode to an orgasm. Satisfied that I'd done my part, I took over, pounding her from behind, to another screaming climax. The woman was hot as a sunspot. I flipped her over and took her from above, until I lost the last semblance of control, and erupted inside of her.

I lay beside her, quite happy with the aftermath of my wife's cheating. "All even?" I asked.

"Hell no. Just getting a second wind. You're not going to let me down are you?"

"I'll do my best not to. I might need a few minutes," I explained.

"Maybe I could help." She did, moving back down between my legs, using her mouth again, patiently, lovingly until I was hard enough to play some more. She climbed back on top, this time taking it easier, riding me, rocking back and forth slowly, taking my entire length. "Your wife is an ass. My damn husband is good for maybe, maybe one a night."

"I hate her cheating, but she's not the only one to blame," I admitted. "I have been derelict in my duties as a husband."

"Were you cheating too?"

"No. At least not until now."

"Then how?"

"Just not paying her enough attention, mostly. Our love life had grown pretty boring."

"Hard to believe, lover. I'm having a hell of a time. You got any lube?"

I nodded toward the bed-stand.

She opened the drawer, and found what she was looking for. I was shocked when she started lubing up her own rear-entry. "Bastard's been begging for this for years. Looks like this is your luck day, Jack."

Diane was being thorough, inserting a couple of fingers in her ass, and greasing them up thoroughly. She applied a liberal helping to my cock, before getting on her knees. She suddenly seemed nervous. "Gentle, please. It's my first time."

It wasn't as difficult as I'd expected. I managed to push into her opening, and then, little by little, I worked my way in. She was groaning, and grunting, but kept encouraging me. "All of it Jack. I want all of it. Fuck my virgin ass."

She convinced me, and I fucked her pretty thoroughly. She was rubbing herself, and if not excited, at least she wasn't complaining. "Fuck, that's big back there," she moaned.

I was in no hurry to finish, and she was willing enough, so I stretched it out as long as I could. Laid her down on her belly, a couple of pillows underneath her hips, and gave her a good hard hammering. I liked that. A lot, it turns out, and after only a few more minutes, I delivered the goods.

I lay with her, holding her in my arms. "He's a fool, Diane. You are beautiful, and an animal in bed. What the hell is wrong with him?"

She seemed sad, kissing me tenderly. "I don't know, Jack. I honestly don't know. I thought I was a good wife. I guess you never know."

"If things don't work out between me and Margie, perhaps I could see you again?" I asked.

"Do you always eat pussy that well?" she teased.

"I like to believe so. I certainly try to."

"Mmm. Yes, I believe I would like to see you again. Whether things work out for you and your wife or not."

I offered her a shower, which she declined. "No, I think this is exactly how I want to be when I confront him. You will supply me with a copy of the video?"

I took the SD card from the video camera and she followed me to the study, where I made a copy for her on USB. "The DVD in the player is yours."

She stood on tip-toe to kiss me. "Such a gentleman. She's a fool, you know."

"I have my faults."

"Don't we all?" I walked her to the door, her DVD and USB in her purse. I put her coat on her, and accepted a very warm and passionate kiss in the doorway. She smiled, brushing her fingers through my hair. "I'll need a few days to get everything in order. I'll call you."

"Looking forward to it, Diane," I called out standing in the doorway, naked.

Margie passed her on the way into the house. "Jack?"

Perfect timing. "Good evening, Margie."

She stood slack-jawed, and then turned and watched the beautiful and elegant Diane get into her BMW. "Who was that?"

"I believe that was the soon to be ex-Mrs. Bill Grindy."

"Oh my God," she gasped. "You didn't..."

I turned to the table, and placed a stack of pictures of naked men in her hand. "I've heeded your warning. We're now even."

"Even?" she squeaked, looking down at my lower body, the fluids of my time with Diane caked within my pubic hair, the evidence of enjoying her anal passage still present on my cock.

"Do you want a divorce, Margie? Is that why you decided to cheat on me? I can't think of any other reason to have sex with another man, and to flaunt it as you did."

"I...I got carried away. You must know that. I never intended it to go that far. It's your fault you know..."

"No, I don't know. If you had a problem with me, I believe a discussion might have been in order. Not full-fledged adultery. I'll ask you one more time. Do you want a divorce? I'll help you carry your bags to your car, if you do. Perhaps your lover will take you in, since it's likely he'll soon be single."

I saw the tears in her eyes. "No, Jack. I don't want a divorce. That wasn't what this was all about."

"Are you certain? I've spoken with my lawyer. He believes the video evidence of your affair is quite damaging. Adultery, and mental cruelty, are both quite satisfactory reasons to divorce. At least satisfactory for me."

"You spoke with a lawyer?"

"The first thing I did after calling Diane," I explained.

"Diane?"

"Mrs. Grindy."

Margie blushed. "You know I'll lose my job over this," she said softly.

"I doubt that. I'm sure there are other mid-level managers who would love the availability of a resident slut. You may even get a raise. As a matter of fact, once word gets around, I'm quite certain, you'll produce a significant number of 'raises'."

She walked past me, sitting on the couch. "Could I have a drink, Jack?"

I prepared my second Long-Island Iced Tea of the afternoon, and handed it to her. "Can we talk, please?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Do you even want to? Apparently you had no interest in 'talking' before you decided on delivering your warning to me."

"Please, Jack?"

I sat down, and she turned away.

"Does my nudity bother you, Margie. I wouldn't think that would be a problem. We are still married, and it's not like mine's the first naked body you've seen today."

"He wasn't naked, and it's not your nudity, it's the evidence of your time with Bill's wife."

"I'd prefer you don't refer to your lover by his first name in front of me. I'm not very happy with him at the moment."

She nodded.

I retreated, cleaned up the evidence on my dick, and came back out wearing a robe. "Satisfactory?"

"I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean for it to go that far. It was the only time I've been unfaithful. I got carried away, and I'm ashamed and sorry."

That's what I needed to hear. I put my arm around her shoulders. "Thank you for the apology. That means a lot to me. It doesn't erase the image of you with him, but it helps."

"I was hurt, to find out you were looking at pictures of naked women. You weren't paying attention to me. I was very angry. I never thought..."

"I know. Our schedules are bad for us. We barely see each other during the week. I wake up and you're gone, and don't see you until we get in bed together. By then I'm exhausted, and you were often non-receptive to my attention, having to wake so early. It got to the point where I stopped trying. It's a problem."

"I agree. We spend so much time apart, when we are together, I need your attention, your affection. We're only making love once every couple of weeks. I was starting to wonder if there was another woman, when I found out what you were doing."

She leaned against me. "I was hurt and furious. You didn't want to be with me, just your stupid pictures. Big tits. You love big tits, don't you? Mine aren't good enough. Big tits like...like hers."

I chuckled. "Not so much. I love yours, Margie. I always have. It's just that many of the 'models' have big tits, and I'm not that picky, I love looking at beautiful naked women, of all sorts. I was always at home, alone, lonely. I would wake up frustrated. I didn't think of how it might affect you, I just looked at the pictures. I understand that's not fair to you."

"What happens now?" she asked.

"Why didn't you talk to me? Why the show?"

She sighed. "I thought I was being clever. Showing you what I knew what you were doing. I was going to let you see me naked. That was all. I swear."

"Please don't lie to me. If that was all, you wouldn't have needed the old bastard would you?"

She blushed red. "I...I wanted you to see that other men still found me attractive."

"That was all? You had a dildo with you Margie. A fucking dildo," I snapped. The first time I'd shown how cross I was with her.

She flinched at my words. "I thought maybe, maybe I'd put on a show for both of you. I didn't mean to do anything more than that. A little show."

"You think that fucking yourself with a dildo in front of your married boss was a suitable way of communicating with me? You couldn't just talk?"

"You did similar," she whined. "I saw her, Jack. Don't try to pretend you're any better."

"Did you? Did you see her? See me going down on her? Did you watch while she sucked my cock? When I pounded her to orgasm after orgasm, were you watching? Did you have a great view of my taking her virgin ass, making her scream?" I glared at her. "Or did I do any of that?"

"I know you did something," she snapped.

"And I know exactly what you did. You invited me to watch your adulterous affair. You didn't seem very upset with your 'slip' as you call it. Quite the contrary. Your final words made it quite clear you intended all of it. My warning?"

"Maybe that was going too far. It was meant as a warning, but I told you, I didn't intend for it to go that far."

"And I never intended anything to happen with Diane. I invited her over to let her know that we both had adulterous spouses, and to give her a copy of your little display."

"God, no. Please tell me you didn't."

"Of course I did. He deserves it. He fucked my wife. He ate her pussy and made her scream. The asshole came in her cheating mouth. I wanted revenge. She wanted revenge. I was a convenient method for her. I intended to talk to you about your whorish performance, but realized you preferred less talk. Your communication choice was quite evident. I thought I'd respond in kind, so you'd understand."

"Can we put this behind us? We both made bad choices today. I'll confess, I did it first, and perhaps drove you to yours. I didn't think it through, I guess."

"You destroyed one marriage, and perhaps a second one. I hope your lover enjoyed his time with you. It cost him dearly."

"Please don't, Jack. I feel terrible enough. How do we get past this?"

I opened my robe. "First, you convince me that you prefer me over your new lover."

She nodded. "Then?"

"Then, I do the same, and we agree to talk in the future, before doing stupid things like you did today. If you have an issue with me, we talk about it. No stupid games, no petty revenge."

"And if we do this, and agree, no more talk about divorce? I don't want that, baby. I love you. I know you love me."

"Of course I do. Otherwise your bags would have been outside waiting for your return. Tonight we resolve our issues, and tomorrow we start over, without the adultery. I don't mind being married to the slut I saw today, as long as she's my slut, and mine only."

She reached into my lap, gripping my half-hard cock, firmly but gently. "You're dirty," she said softly.

"And you're a slut. An adulteress. A common office whore, fucking the boss. I saw how you were with him. You loved it. You came on his tongue, on his cock. You screamed through your orgasms. You begged him to fuck you. I saw everything, Margie. You made sure of that. It's going to be very difficult for you to convince me that you prefer me to your new lover."
She stopped arguing, and lowered her face onto my cock. Her mouth slowly embraced me, and in spite of the activity my pants-partner had engaged in that day, including three times with Diane, he came to life, swelling in her mouth.

She was slow and cautious. Perhaps it was distaste or concern, I don't know.

"I'm not feeling it Margie. You leaped on that bastard's cock. Inhaled it, sucked on it like a baby with a pacifier. This is all I get? Your message is coming though loud and clear. You're his slut, and a barely repentant cheating wife."

She started taking her clothing off, her mouth glued to my cock, moving between my legs. Watching her try to do both at once was entertaining. I knew after my previous activities, I was in no danger of coming anytime soon.

When she was fully naked, she attacked my cock, forcing it down her throat, grabbing my ass, claiming me. I grabbed her hair, and used her, as she'd used him. I fucked her face, as I never had before. She looked up at me, her eyes staring, watering, gasping every time I freed her.

"Prove it to me," I growled. "Choose."

She stood, and grabbed my hand. Dragged me through our bedroom, and into the shower. She washed me, and got on her knees, sucking me to an aching hardness. I took her head between my hands, and availed myself of her eager mouth once more.

She pulled away gasping, and took the shower-massage head and held it between her legs. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Jack. You'll have no doubt who I prefer. I got off on having you watch me. I did. The idea that you had to see everything was mind-boggling. I insisted on his filming me come. It drove me crazy. It was wrong, but it was also for you. He was a tool."

She scrubbed her pussy, looking up at me. "I won't disrespect you by giving you sloppy seconds. I'll wash every last bit of evidence of my foolishness off of me, and then I'm going to show you."

Margie was quite convincing. When I held her in my arms afterward, our sweaty hot bodies pressed together, I told her as much.

"I guess I was wrong. It seems that maybe you do prefer me."

She giggled. "Maybe? Jesus, Jack, you fucked my brains out. How much more can I show you."

"The same tomorrow?"

She wiggled against me. "We'll talk in the future? Both of us?"

"I promise, if you will."

"Done. Did you really do all those things to that woman?"

"You'll never know. I'm not the exhibitionist slut you are, dear."

"I could taste her on you."

"Did you like it?"

"Not at first. It was kind of disgusting. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know where that cock was last. But after a bit, I could smell it, her, in your hair. It was...interesting."

"Something sure got you worked up, before the shower."

She poked me. "Was she good?"

"She's not you. Not by a long-shot. But she feels happier about herself, and her failed marriage. It was the least I could do, since my loving spouse destroyed hers."

She was quiet. "I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking. You didn't have to bring them into it, you know."

"You're wrong. I'm not the kind of man who lets someone else fuck their wife without repercussions. It was that or put a bullet in his head."

"I am sorry."

"Me too."

"We're better now?"

"Better. It'll take time to get over all of it. It's why I'll never show you the video she made for her husband. I'll never get the images out of my head of your whorish display, and wouldn't wish that on you. It's a horrible thing."

"I understand. I love you. I hope you'll forgive me for messing up. I've already forgiven you."

"You're forgiven, but you understand, there can't be another time, right?"

"Of course. Never again, I swear."

I held her close. She'd never see the video. But I do love looking at naked women. I suspected I'd watch it a time or two in the future. Then again, I was planning on making my own film with my Margie. I think that will help as well, to get me through the lonely afternoons.

Epilogue:

Five years down the road, and Margie's pregnant with our second child. A change in work shift made things much better between us, as did her moving to a new company. She got a quiet little settlement to leave, when Diane threatened to sue the company in the middle of her bitter divorce.

We talk. Too much, sometimes, I think, but I never want to be put in that situation again. Most of the time, talk is good.

My wife is a wild thing, the first several months she's pregnant. We've just entered the second trimester, and she's an animal. Not that I'm complaining. I love it, and I love her, although I was pretty angry for a while. Whenever I got too pissed, I thought about my day with Diane.

Margie is weird about one thing. She wants to see the video. She started harping on me during her last pregnancy, then dropped it. Now she's at it again, worse than ever. I told her I'd never do that to her, but she's adamant. I even found her searching through my stuff. It's hidden and encrypted, so I'm pretty sure it's safe. I'm unfair, she whines, since I got to see her in action, like that's something I ever wanted to happen.

I'm thinking about making a few 'clips' from it. Something to appease her. Maybe just the part where we go down on each other. That's pretty hot. And not too bad. I wouldn't do it, but she's threatening to hunt down Diane and get a copy from her. She's a stubborn thing, once she makes up her mind.

She's given me a deadline. She wants to see it before five years have passed since the incident. I'm thinking, on the 5 year anniversary, less than a month from now, a nice dinner out, a baby-sitter, and a private showing. Just the first time I came. I think that'll hold her off for a while.

If it works, maybe I'll give her the cowgirl, doggy and missionary that led to my second coming, for the 10 year anniversary. Then again, if she gets pregnant again, she'll probably start hounding me for more.

I don't think I'll ever let her see any more than that. Especially since it was the last one, and we all know where my cock was last, before I had her convince me that she preferred being with me. I doubt even 15 years down the road, I'd survive that one. I think three kids is enough. At least I hope so.

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