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Abstract: Janet finds out about her husband's indiscretions and decides
to take matters into her own hands.

     Betrayed Wife's Revenge, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1997.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.

     Janet didn't know what to think.  She was cleaning out the front
seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back
and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties.  Not her scent
on them.  And Don had been the only other driver of the car.  Suddenly
she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back.

     She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most
of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had
to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they
coped with it.  Now of course, that all took on a darker significance.

     So what was she going to do about it?  That was a problem itself.
She really wanted to find something that would rub his face in the
dirt, show him up, and kick him in the balls on the way out of the
door.  She toyed with the idea of having an affair of her own; the
woman next door who had some sort of telemarketing business had been
sending Janet fairly obvious signals for some time.  It would really
get Don where it hurt if he found out his wife was getting her kicks
from another woman instead of him.  But how would she prove it to him?
Pictures? She wasn't really sure she could do that.  Maybe she could
hire a detective to get photos of Don and his floozy that she could use
in court.  But there were always the kids to think about, not that Don
apparently was thinking about anything except his cock.

     Janet sighed.  And she *liked* his cock, dammit.  It felt *good*
inside her the way he used to swing his hips from side to side so she
felt like he was twice as big as he was.  Thinking about that only got
her madder.  She shook her head and resolved to put it out of her mind
until later, maybe she would think of something in her sleep.

     It turned out to come from the TV.  She was marinating the chicken
breasts and caught the tail end of a movie ad, something like a comedy
set on an S&M island, or some such preposterous plot line.  But it gave
her some ideas.  And as she covered the pan with Saran wrap, her mind
was at work devising punishments to fit her husband's crime...

     Don parked his car in the garage and got out whistling.  It had
been a *good* day.  Old Mr. Karner had poked his head in to compliment
Don on getting the Ludlum account, his 401(k) investments were doing
well, and Lily had been especially playful on the morning drive.  She
had brought some hand lotion in her briefcase and languorously,
deliberately stroked him off at the railroad crossing.  Just thinking
about it made his balls tingle, and he carefully rearranged the crotch
of his pants before he went into the house.

     Janet had dinner on the table and the children were mostly
finished by the time Don sat down to eat.  He tried to start a
conversation about school, but the kids weren't very communicative.
Janet mentioned something about all of them having plans, it being
Friday night.  "I picked up a couple of movies, hon," she added,
"something to help you relax after your long week at the office.  You
don't have to go in this weekend, do you?"  Don shook his head.  Lily
had offered, but she was having her period and that really turned him
off.

     Eventually the kids were all fed and went their respective
directions, with the usual admonition to be back sometime before
sunrise.  Don and Carol were left alone in the big house, and Carol
poured him a tall drink as she cleaned up in the kitchen. "I left the
tapes upstairs by the bedroom VCR," she told him, "why don't you go on
up and load one while I finish up here. I'll only be a few minutes,"
she concluded.  Don took a long pull from his drink, savoring the bite
of the scotch, and headed up the stairs.  When he got to the bedroom he
kicked off his shoes, loosened his belt a notch and wandered over to
the TV.  There were two boxes there, neither with titles he recognized.
 He flipped a coin mentally, yawned, and slotted one into the VCR.

     The scotch must have hit him hard, because he couldn't stop
yawning.  He hit the play button, deciding not to wait for his wife to
find out what kind of silly romance she had picked up this time.  After
a few seconds, the screen lit up without the usual "coming
attractions".  Don stifled a yawn when he saw what was on the screen!
It was a couple, nude, the man standing behind the woman with his erect
cock poking out from between her legs.  In front of them was a tall
woman in dominatrix gear.  She was holding the man's cock, rubbing her
thumb over the head while she used a small whip in her hand on the
woman's breasts, slapping at her nipples.  "Do you want this, Helen?
It belongs to me now.  *You* belong to me now.  Say it!"

     The woman on the tape screwed up her face, then as the dominatrix
slapped her nipples again she opened her mouth and said in a low voice,
"I belong to you, Mistress Kane.  My *breasts* are yours.  My *cunt* is
yours.  My husband and that which he pleases me with belong to you."
The Mistress smiled evilly and said, "That was very good.  Now you may
ask me for something."

     Wow!  This, thought Don, was very hot.  But there was going to be
hell to pay at the video store when his wife found out what kind of
tape had been in the mislabeled box.  He yawned again and rubbed his
crotch absent-mindedly.  Maybe he'd better check the other tape out as
well, he thought as his eyes drifted closed...

     Janet came upstairs to find Don snoring in the chair, his hand
draped over his crotch.  The tape was still running, the male slave's
head buried between his wife's legs and a dildo protruding from his
bottom.  She wondered what Don had thought when he saw the tape; even
asleep he had an erection, nice and thick... Janet licked her lips and
forced her mind back to the task at hand.  She unbuckled his belt and
half-pulled, half-dragged his pants and shorts off.  Then she went to
the closet and brought out the paper bag with her purchases from
earlier, dividing them into "his" and "her" stacks.  She took the cuffs
and made sure his arms and ankles were secured to the sides of the
chair in case he woke up before she was ready.  Then she unbuttoned his
shirt and played with his chest and belly hair, occasionally toying
with his cock to keep it hard.

     When Don awoke he looked around muzzily, then remembered he needed
to get the tape.  He started to get up from the chair but was jerked
back rudely by the cuffs.  He was suddenly aware of the room breeze on
his bare balls... a hard pillow pushing his butt forward on the chair.
Naked?!?  What the hell...

     "Hello, sleepyhead," Janet's voice caught his attention and he
turned his head, eyes widening in surprise at his wife's appearance.
She was topless, and her full breasts hung over the top edge of a vinyl
corset. Below that she wore a black garter belt attached to a pair of
very sexy black-and-nude patterned stockings that stopped a good two
inches below her cunt.  Her nipples had lipstick traced around them and
stuck out like bullets.

     Janet spoke before her husband had more than a chance to open his
mouth.  "You've been dipping your wick in someone else's honeypot," she
accused.  Don started to splutter a denial, but Janet put her finger to
his lips and shushed him.  "Don't insult me by trying to deny it.  I
guess you forgot how good *this*," sliding her fingers into herself,
then rubbing them under his nose, "could be.  Here, have a taste in
case you've forgotten."

     She poked her fingers into his mouth and Don licked them clean,
then began sucking on them.  Janet jerked her hand back before the feel
of his tongue made her lose her resolve.  "You like that?  Think you're
going to just come back from some cheap slut's *pussy* and slide back
between my legs?  No way, Don. You're going to have to do better than
that!"  She went over to her bag and pulled out a dildo.  "I bought
this today, and it's too dry... open up!"

     "What the hell do you think..." Don started, then closed his mouth
fast as the fake cock approached his lips.  He tried to keep his mouth
clamped shut, but Janet pinched his nose shut until he had to open up
to breathe.  When he did, she forced the thing into his mouth.  Don
nearly gagged; it had a nasty new-plastic smell and the surface had a
nubbly texture that dragged unpleasantly against his tongue.

     Janet didn't really need the dildo moistened -- she was surprised
at how wet she was already -- but she had to make an impression on her
husband.  "Pretend you're licking the mustard off a hot dog," she
suggested.  "Or sucking on that bimbo's toes."  She worked the fake
cock in and out, watching his real cock with interest.  It had slumped
badly when she first violated his mouth, but it was slowly coming to
life again.  When the crown started to turn nice and purple, she pulled
the dildo out quickly.

     "That should get it nice and wet," she mused, and stroked her
pussy with the dildo.  When she pressed it up between her pussy lips,
the feeling was so intense she had to fight to keep her eyes open.  It
was easily an inch thicker than Don's cock, and the look on Don's face
as she started softly moaning was priceless! Janet huffed and puffed as
she worked the invader up inside herself, until only the balls of it
were visible. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were distended.
"Ohhh, yesss...," she gasped, "you really should try this, Don, you
have *no* idea how good it feels."  She strummed her clit a few times,
writhing to keep her balance.

     She looked at her husband, too shocked to even talk back. His cock
was as big and hard as she could ever remember seeing it.  "Make
yourself useful, hmmm?" she murmured, "but perhaps not in that
position."  With that she moved around his back and tipped the chair
back so it was lying on the floor. His face started to turn red as the
blood flowed to his head. Janet lowered herself slowly, squatting over
Don's face, until she could just feel his warm breath caress her ass.
"Lick me, Don... Shove your tongue up my asssss," she hissed.  Inwardly
Janet thrilled at the thought -- she had read about this in Penthouse
but had never dared to ask Don to do it to her.  Now, of course, she
didn't have to worry about his cooperation or disapproval.

     "Now, just wait a..." Don started, only to be forcefully
interrupted as Janet grabbed his balls and dug her nails in. "Shut up
you sonofabitch and listen good.  You've been having plenty of fun with
your car pool girlfriend -- now it's time to bring some of that back
home where it belongs.  Here's how it works: when I say lick, I want to
feel your tongue working overtime.  If I tell you to suck, I want to
feel like I'm up against a Hoover."  She squeezed his balls in her
palm.  "We can do this easy or I can get *really* pissed -- your
choice!"

     Don shuddered at the attack between his legs.  Closing his eyes,
he gingerly extended his tongue to meet his wife's ass.  To his relief,
it didn't taste at all bad -- she had apparently bathed because there
was a little soapy tang.  He opened his eyes and lapped across her
anus, hearing a sudden intake of breath from Janet. With a little less
fear, he poked the tip of his tongue inside her.  There was a peculiar
taste there, but not totally unpleasant.  "Oh yeah, Don, that's the
spot," said Janet, and she released his balls in order to work the
dildo in and out of her slippery cunt.  Don started to alternate
pushing his tongue up into Janet's ass with rimming around her asshole.
 The next time he poked his tongue up her bottom, Janet let more of her
weight down onto his face.  Her cheeks spread out from the contact,
forcing his tongue deeper inside her. Between the fluttery movements of
Don's tongue (spurred by his increasing difficulty breathing) and the
way the big dildo was filling her, it didn't take Janet long to cum
with loud shrieks of joy, rocking her ass on her husband's face and
rubbing her clit furiously.

     Still shaking from the power of her orgasm, Janet rolled off of
Don's face.  While he took several deep gasping lungsful of air, Janet
reached out to his throbbing cock and toyed with it, tickling the shaft
and lightly stroking his balls until she saw his leg muscles start to
tense up.  She snatched her hand back then, chuckling. "Oh no, dear
boy... we can't have you cumming yet, that would spoil all of our fun!"
 Don moaned "Oh baby... please..."

     "Please what?"

     "Please... do me... I gotta cum..."

     Janet grinned maliciously and teased his cock with light feathery
touches.  "Of course you do, dear... That's the whole purpose of this
little game -- to get you to cum for me instead of that slut back at
your office."  She slid the dildo out of her pussy, shivering with a
little mini-orgasm as it slipped out the last few inches.  "Maybe you'd
like to play with this, hmmm?" She dragged the slimy phallus under her
husband's nose then changed her mind and slipped it between his thighs,
massaging his balls.  Don's cock jerked and throbbed at the touch and
he moaned pitifully, "C'mon Janet, look, I apologize about Lily, it was
just one of those office things, you know?  Believe me," at that Janet
slid the dildo down under his balls until it rubbed against the rim of
his asshole, "uuhhhh... oh god... I was going to break it off with her
anyway."

     "Shut up, Don," said Janet, keeping Don on the edge of cumming.
"You and I both know you wouldn't pass up a chance at pussy if it were
attached to a dog.  But I'm tired of being the only one you don't seem
to be interested in.  The way I figure it, you've got two choices."
She stopped and waited for him to catch up. Finally he took the hint.
"What choices?"

     "Either keep your schlong working at home, or I go out and find
someone to keep me satisfied.  And you might not be happy with who I
wind up spending my time with."  Janet put the dildo to one side and
replaced it with her hand on his balls.  "So who's going to take care
of me, Don -- you or someone else?"

     Don was straining at his bonds now, trying to push his cock harder
into his wife's hand, anything to cum.  Finally he blurted out, "Me,
hon, I promise I'll keep my sex life at home, whatever you want.  Cross
my heart!"  Satisfied, although she knew better than to trust his
promise, Janet smiled at her husband and leaned over to kiss him on the
lips.  "Of course, dear, whatever you say.  Here, I'll do something
nice for you too!"  With that she gripped his hard cock by the shaft
and stroked it faster, aiming it carefully.

     It didn't take much -- Don grunted and said "Oh jeeze... oh
god..." and cum started shooting out of his cock in long thick spurts.
Working carefully, Janet made sure the first and longest dollops of cum
landed in his mouth.  When he started to gag, she pinched his nose shut
with her left hand and continued milking him with her right until his
cock finally started to soften. Janet leaned down and whispered hotly
into his ear, "Lick your lips and swallow!".  Aware that his wife still
held his balls in her hand, Don shut his eyes, cleaned his sticky lips
and swallowed.  The taste wasn't really too bad -- it was more the
texture of the stuff that made him want to throw up.

     Janet let go of her husband's balls and stroked her clit, feeling
a thrill run through her.  This had been fun -- and she could see
having a lot more fun before the weekend was up.  It was too bad she
couldn't have Don under her thumb like this more often.

     Or could she?

***** {END} ***** Completed 1997-10-17, 2862 words

Copyright (c) 1997 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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