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Double Standard
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)

***

Is there a different standard for a cheating wife then 
there is for a cheating husband? (MF, cheat, reluc, v, 
sn)

***

I am one of those weird people who read erotic stories. 
Yes, I admit it. Once I start reading them it's hard to 
stop. Some stories are total trash; of course that is 
only my opinion. But then you come across a story, not 
paying any attention to the author's name, you never 
heard of him or her but the title of the story draws 
your interest. 

You decide to click on it and kind of give it a scan 
through, not really reading it. After you scan through 
about a third of the story, you stop and think to 
yourself this is pretty good. You put your pointer back 
to the story beginning and start reading every word.

The author has drawn you in or is it your own emotions 
that are making you read this story? Another story 
about a spouse having an affair. Damn! I hate stories 
about affairs. The wife fucks some guy, either a 
stranger or her husband's best friend. She leaves some 
stupid clue and her husband finds it. Now he has to do 
something about it.

He faces her with the cheating facts. She says how much 
she loves him and it was just sex. It didn't mean 
anything. She tells him how much she loves him and had 
just made a big mistake even though she did it a half 
of dozen times. She cries and begs his forgiveness and 
promises never to do it again. What a crock of shit! Or 
is it?

I'm just an ordinary guy. Mid-fifties, happily married, 
have been for thirty years. I worked most of my life in 
sales. I sell products for the home. The company had a 
home-based store stationed in Chicago but we, the sales 
force, had to travel fairly often. We went to the 
surrounding states to keep in touch with our retail 
stores. Speaking for myself it did get lonely 
sometimes, being away from the family and at night 
really missing my wife. 

There were times that I would go down to a lounge just 
to be around other people. Of course there were 
generally women alone or with a small group of women. I 
might dance and talk to them just for the company. In 
the beginning I didn't set out to have sex with them 
but it happened. 

This constitutes an affair in most people's book. I 
picked up a woman, took her to my room and had sex with 
her. I've done this many times over the years. I never 
thought much about it. I was in a strange town or even 
a strange state. I was horny and did something about 
it. I found someone else in the same predicament and 
had sex with her. Not love but sex.

Now I have to tell you. I love my wife. I am a devoted 
family man. Our family spends time together, I went to 
all school events when they were younger and I even 
attend church once in a while. I also love my 
grandchildren. I am like a lot of men out there. I'm 
not proud of my affairs but I'm being honest with 
myself and with you. I could sit in my room and 
masturbate while watching an x-rated movie or read 
erotic stories on the computer and jack off. I'm not 
being funny here, I'm being honest.

I think of all the names the readers of erotic material 
call the woman who has had an affair. Bitch, whore, 
slut, and many more. They want the husbands to dump 
their wife, beat them up and in some cases kill the 
mother fuckers. They never try to understand them or 
why they did it. They don't take the time to listen to 
them and most of all never forgive them.

Is there still a double standard? Should a woman 
forgive her husband if he has an affair or should she 
just grab him by the short hairs and divorce him?

If he says, "I love you, I just made a big mistake, it 
was just sex. I was just so lonely and you weren't 
there. God, how I wish you were. It is you I love and 
want to spend all my remaining years with. Please 
believe me, don't end this marriage. I know it will 
take time but we can work through it." Sound familiar?

Well, surprise! That is what happened to me just last 
week. One of the women I had sex with was followed by 
her husband. He found out who I was and contacted my 
wife. When I got home she just came out and told me 
about the man calling her. She asked me point blank if 
it was true? Did I have an affair with this man's wife? 
It was too late to try and deny anything. I just looked 
at her and she had tears in her eyes as I told her 
"Yes, it is true." Then I told her all the things that 
I just mentioned to you.

She told me she needed time to think. As of then, she 
had no idea what she was going to do. She asked me to 
please sleep in the spare bedroom until decisions were 
made. As of now she didn't want to be in the same bed 
with me.

The cheated husband offered to send her pictures and 
recordings of me having sex with his wife. Miriam said 
she knew it happened but really wasn't interested in 
seeing all the details close up. She was distraught 
enough just knowing it happened.

There was so much more to think about than just 
separating or divorcing. Of course someone would have 
to tell the kids. Then we have all of our assets to 
separate. Dividing the savings accounts, cd's 
(certificate of deposit), my future pension plan, my 
401k. Then at our age there is even the insurance to 
think about. It might sound funny to some people but 
health insurance is a pretty big expense that someone 
has to pay. We couldn't afford to lose it.

She was a homemaker who spent most of her life making a 
home for us and the kids. She only worked part time 
jobs to help us pay up some of our bills when we got 
behind. So then there could possibly be alimony. I'm 
sure the courts would feel she deserved some money for 
her 30 years of us being together.

I haven't even thought about the house value and all 
our personal stuff that we accumulated over the last 
thirty plus years. Damn, this could turn into a real 
mess. We're talking about possibly more than a few 
hundred thousand dollars or even much more when 
considering all the assets.

The odd thing was, as I have said earlier, I really 
love my wife. I guess I was able to separate the sex 
from love. I know I have never loved any of the women I 
picked up. The sex was good, why wouldn't it be. I get 
her pussy wet, she gets my cock hard, I stick it in and 
both of us have an orgasm. I did use condoms most of 
the time.

After about two days of pretty much silence I came home 
from work and told Miriam I had some good news. Joe 
Bailey was retiring at the end of the month. I was the 
senior sales rep which meant I could take his 
territory. I would hardly ever have overnight stays 
again seeing he had the local sales area. I wouldn't be 
away like I have been in the past. Miriam said, "That's 
great, Harry, it could help solve part of our marital 
problems." She then looked at me and said, "Harry, it's 
time to talk." We both had a cup of coffee and sat down 
in the living room.

"Harry," she said, "I'm going to let you decide whether 
or not we stay together. It is going to be up to you." 
I blurted out, "If it's up to me we will live together 
forever."

"Not so fast, Harry. Please listen first to what I have 
to say. Then if you still feel the same, we'll stay 
married."

"I don't understand, Miriam. What do you want to say?"

"Please don't interrupt me, Harry, I have to get this 
out. About two years ago you were in Indiana and I 
called you at the motel to talk to you. You were out of 
breath when you answered the phone. Then I heard a 
woman talking in the background."

"But, Miriam, it must..." She cut me off.

"I'm done listening to your excuses and lies, Harry. I 
know you had a woman in your room and was having sex 
with her. You could hardly wait to hang up. I figure 
she had your dick in her mouth. I was distraught after 
hanging up the phone. I was crying when there was a 
knock at the door. 

I opened it up and it was my brother-in-law Steve. He 
came over to see how I was doing since you were away. 
My sister Barbara stayed at home. Steve said she wasn't 
feeling well. Steve saw me crying and asked me what was 
the matter? I just put my head on his shoulder and 
continued crying. He wrapped his hands around me and 
held me close."

"I was mad at you, Harry. I was lonely, distraught, and 
wanted revenge on you, Harry. All I had on was my robe 
and nightgown. Steve pulled the belt loose and slipped 
off my robe. He then led me over to the couch. As we 
sat there, I told him that you were having an affair. 
At this very minute you were fucking some slut. I 
looked at Steve and you know how we always use to kid 
around. 

Well, this time I told him I wanted him. I wanted him 
now. I wanted my revenge against you, Harry. Steve took 
off his trousers and briefs. His cock was standing hard 
and at attention. He slid my nightgown over my head and 
I straddled his lap. I grabbed his hard cock and guided 
it into your wife's pussy, Harry. You were the only man 
that I have ever had till that night with Steve."

I had tears in my eyes listening to Miriam talk about 
her affair with Steve. Besides being my brother in law 
he was also one of my friends. It was hard to believe 
she could do this to me. She was always a loving wife.

She continued, "Well, Harry, Steve just rode my pussy 
and played with my tits till he was ready to shoot his 
load in me. He didn't have on a condom. I was sure he 
was clean and I have been past the baby stage for a few 
years. He shot his load up my pussy, Harry. Just like 
you were doing to that slut. We probably all came at 
the same time, Harry."

I looked at Miriam, her face sad. "Was that the only 
time, Miriam? Was that the only time you ever cheated 
on me?"

"No, Harry, Steve and I did it six different times 
whenever you went out of town."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My loving wife 
had cheated on me six different times. "Why did you 
stop, Miriam?"

"Well, Harry, like you said, it was only sex. No love, 
no compassion, just sex. I felt I had gotten my revenge 
on you and then you came home with flowers for me. You 
took me out for my birthday and got me a little drunk. 
Then you brought me home and you made love to me. We 
didn't have sex like Steve and I had but you made love 
to me. Gentle, erotic, caring love is what you gave me 
that night. After that night I was starting to feel 
guilty about the revenge. 

I ended it with Steve. He said he was going to tell you 
about us if I didn't continue having sex with him. I 
told him I wasn't going to let him blackmail me into 
having sex with him. He could just go ahead and ruin 
both of our marriages if that is what he wanted to do. 
That's probably why we didn't see him around here 
before he and Barbara moved to Peoli."

"Why, Miriam? Why tell me this now?"

"If we are laying our cards on the table and you want 
our marriage to continue, you need to know the truth. I 
don't want Steve coming up to you a year from now and 
telling you this."

I looked at Miriam, my loving wife for thirty years. 
She just admitted to fucking my brother-in-law and 
friend six times to get even with me. It was really 
bothering me, picturing my Miriam spread-eagled with 
her pussy glistening and telling another man to shove 
his cock into her. I was having a hard time handling 
it. I told Miriam that I needed a day before answering 
her. It was such a shock to me.

I got the whiskey bottle and went to the spare room and 
started drinking. I tried to go to sleep but all I 
could do was have nightmares. Every time I closed my 
eyes I'd see Miriam fucking Steve's big cock. I woke up 
in the middle of the night sweating. My stomach hurt 
bad. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I went back to 
the room and cried myself to sleep.

When I got up in the morning, Miriam had made 
breakfast. I tried but just couldn't eat. I just wasn't 
sure what I was going to do. I couldn't even look at 
her without the thought of her affair entering my mind. 
She mentioned that she was going to go see her mother 
today and that, if possible, she would like my answer 
by tonight whether we were staying married or going our 
own way.

Before I left for work I went into the bedroom and 
removed my hand gun from the dresser drawer and put it 
in my jacket pocket. I left for work without even 
saying goodbye to Miriam. I reported into work and then 
after a couple of hours I left for Peoli. It was about 
a fifty mile drive.

When I arrived at Steve and Barb's place I knocked on 
the door. Barb opened it and looked a bit surprised to 
see me. She asked me what I wanted? I told her I needed 
to talk to Steve.

She said, "Steve's not here, Harry. What do you want 
with him?"

I looked at my sister in law Barb and said, "I need to 
talk to him. He fucked Miriam and I need to talk to 
him."

Barb looked me right in the eyes and without even 
blinking she said, "Steve never fucked anyone including 
Miriam."

"He did Barb, he did. Miriam told me about it herself 
last night. I need to know why. I really need to know 
why."

Barbed looked at me and said, "Come in, Harry, just 
come in."

As I stepped into the living room, Miriam stepped out 
of the kitchen. I looked up and asked her, "Why are you 
here? Is it to protect your lover? To warn him I might 
come after him?"

Miriam said, "Harry, there was no lover. I made it all 
up. I wanted to see how forgiving you would be if I had 
an affair. Yes, I did come by to warn Barb and Steve 
that you might come by. After you left this morning, I 
checked the dresser drawer and noticed you took your 
handgun. I was worried what you might do so I warned 
Barb and Steve. I thought it was best to come here 
because you might not believe them. Please sit down, 
Harry, and we will tell you the truth about that 
night."

She called Steve out from the other room. She asked him 
if he would explain to me what happened that night.

Steve began, "Barb and I stopped by to check on Miriam 
as we so often did when you were away. When she 
answered the door her face was red and she was crying. 
She couldn't seem to stop. Barb and I did our best to 
console her. She cried on my shoulder and Barb was 
holding her. As she regained her composure, she told us 
you were having an affair. I told her I would be 
willing to talk to you about it but she had us promise 
not to mention it to you. She was hoping that you would 
see the mistakes you were making and stop playing 
around."

I looked over at Miriam and saw the hurt in her eyes. 
The hurt that I put there.

Steve continued. "I played golf the following week with 
you. No one would ever know you were having an affair. 
I figured you must have been doing it for a long time 
not to show any emotions. I couldn't stand being with 
you. Not the way you were treating Miriam. We told 
Miriam that we wanted nothing more to do with you but 
she was welcome anytime. We moved here to Peoli a few 
months later. Miriam and Barb have kept close contact. 
Then she called us a couple of days ago and told us 
about your latest fling and getting caught and that you 
might be part of a divorce lawsuit. We told her we 
wished she would just dump you. She deserved much 
better."

I was really feeling low. I thought I was hiding the 
affairs pretty good but apparently I was wrong. 

"When Miriam called and told us about your latest fling 
she asked me if I would do her a favor. She wanted to 
make up an affair between her and I and tell you it 
happened. She wanted to know how you would react to it. 
If you would still want her."

Miriam said, "Thanks," to Steve and continued the 
story.

"Harry, I know you have cheated on me for years. I 
remember finding condom wrappers in your pockets even 
though you had a vasectomy years ago. You suits smelled 
of perfumes that were not mine. Even cum stains in your 
underwear. I turned my back on your affairs hoping that 
you would stop. You never did. That is why I made up 
this affair lie to you. I wanted you to get a taste of 
how I felt all these past years. I was hoping that 
after you heard my made-up story that you would say 
that you forgave me. That you still wanted me as your 
wife. But that didn't happen, Harry. Instead you 
grabbed your whiskey and ran to the bedroom."

"Miriam, I was having nightmares seeing you with other 
men. I had to get up and throw up it bothered me so 
bad."

"How do you think I felt whenever I knew you had one of 
your flings. I threw up many times too, Harry, knowing 
that the sex you were giving these women belonged to 
me, Harry. But last week when the stranger called and 
said you were fucking his wife and he had the pictures 
to prove it, how do you think I felt, Harry. You have 
now brought your sexual affairs home to roost. That's 
when I said enough is enough."

"God, I'm so sorry, Miriam, I'll do whatever it takes 
to make it up to you."

"That's why I gave you the affair test, Harry. So you 
could still say you love me even after I had the 
affair. You failed, Harry. After all the affairs you 
have had you wanted me to forgive you. But when it was 
me having one affair for revenge against you, you 
needed to think about it. Sounds like a double 
standard, Harry. I believe a lot of men use that 
standard."

I had tears in my eyes. She was right. I wanted her to 
forgive me but was I ready to forgive her? I guess I 
did have a ‘Double Standard.' I told her I needed to 
face Steve, that is why I came to see him. I was 
devastated knowing he had sex with her. I brought the 
gun not knowing whether I was going to use it or not. I 
remember her saying Steve talked about blackmailing her 
for sex and it really bothered me. I was ready to go to 
prison for shooting Steve if necessary.

Miriam looked at me and said, "Harry, yesterday you had 
the choice to save our marriage and was unable to come 
to a decision. Well, Harry, I'm making the decision for 
us both now. I choose that we..."

The End


I ended my story here and let the reader put in their 
own ending. But for Kristen's Archives I decided to 
give it a conclusion.

The Conclusion from where I left off:

"I choose that we stay together and do our best to work 
it out." 

She walked up to me to put her arms around me. I stuck 
my hand out to stop her.

"What's the matter, Harry? I thought you wanted us to 
stay together." She looked worried.

"I did, Miriam, there was nothing I wanted more than to 
get back with you. But that was before all your lies, 
Miriam. I'm not a cuckold, a man to be stepped on and 
laughed at."

"What do you mean, Harry? Steve and I explained 
everything to you. It's over now, Harry, it's over. 
Nothing happened."

"Stop lying, Miriam, please stop lying. You have always 
been a wonderful woman but you have always been a very 
vengeful person. During our whole marriage if things 
didn't go your way you always got even."

"What are you saying, Harry?"

"I'm saying that if you found condoms in my pockets 
years ago and never said anything to me about it, you 
would have done something to get even with me. I don't 
recollect any getting even, Miriam. One time when you 
smelled perfume on me and I explained it was an elderly 
customer who hugged me and the scent stayed, you didn't 
believe me. You needed proof so I took you to meet the 
elderly woman so you could satisfy yourself that I was 
being truthful."

Miriam was looking more nervous.

"The night you said you overheard a woman in my room. 
Why did you not ever say anything to me, to my face. 
Maybe I was at a party, maybe there were a number of 
people in my room, and maybe it could have been the TV 
set. You automatically assumed the worst, Miriam. Why, 
Miriam? Why would you think the worst and not even 
mention it to me? I'll tell you why, Miriam, you were 
having affairs. I also believe you had affairs with 
Steve."

Steve went to stand up until I said, "Sit your sorry 
ass back down, Steve, or I'll shoot your fucking nuts 
off." Steve sat back down without saying a word.

"Then there's my good friend and brother-in-law, Steve, 
who wouldn't even tell me that my wife suspected me of 
cheating on her. And why wouldn't my good friend say 
anything? He says because my wife asked him not to. 
Wow, what a good reason not to tell your best friend 
something as important as being suspected of cheating."

I looked over at Steve while still holding onto the 
pistol. "Well, brother-in-law, you get one chance to be 
honest. Did you fuck Miriam?"

Steve looked over at a crying Miriam and his distraught 
wife. "Yes," he answered.

"Yes, what? You wife fucker."

"Yes, I fucked your wife. I fucked Miriam."

"For how long, Steve?" Miriam started to butt in... 
"Shut up, slut wife, I want Steve to answer. His life 
depends on the truth."

"For years," was Steve's reply. Miriam burst out in 
tears.

"Why did you stop? I'm only asking you these questions 
once."

"Betty caught us in the act." Steve replied.

"Okay, Betty, your turn and it better be the truth."

Betty was in tears as she spoke. "One night when we 
still lived near you Steve went to check on Miriam like 
he always did while you were away. I happened to be in 
the neighborhood and walked in on them. They were on 
your couch." Betty was now crying. I waited for her to 
get her breath back.

Betty continued, "Miriam was saying, ‘Fuck me, Steve, 
fuck me,' as she rode his lap. When they saw me they 
stopped. We all had a huge argument. I stopped talking 
to Miriam for a long time. Eventually for our mom's 
sake we finally agreed to at least be civil to each 
other. It put a big strain on Steve and my 
relationship. We separated for a few months and 
eventually got back together. That's why we moved to 
Peoli, to get away from you and Miriam. We heard very 
little from Miriam until she called today saying you 
were coming over with a gun."

"You see, Miriam, I gave it some thought all the way 
over here. If you would have told me the truth, I could 
have forgiven you. No ‘Double Standard.' If you would 
have never said anything, I probably would have never 
known. But no, Miriam, you had to try to extract that 
last ounce of revenge against me. That vengeful nature 
that I mentioned you had. As I told you yesterday, I 
could have had the new territory and hardly ever stayed 
away at night. We could have been together. But that 
was not good enough, was it, Miriam?"

Miriam was sitting with tears in her eyes. "We can 
still do that, Harry."

"I'll admit to having one night stands Miriam. Yes, I 
did it. No love, no affairs. I don't know how many, 
Miriam, I didn't keep track or have a little black 
book. I wasn't out to hurt you. I always hoped you 
would never find out. But, Miriam, if you did and told 
me you knew, I probably would have stopped and even 
changed jobs to save our marriage. But you knew and 
said nothing. All so you could go get yourself fucked 
and blame it on me. Isn't that right, Miriam?"

Miriam looked at me and said, "Harry, we can still work 
this out. Let's go home and talk and salvage our 
marriage. If you love me like you say you do, I know we 
can work it out."

"Are you willing to tell me about all your affairs 
during our marriage, Miriam? Are you willing to tell me 
why you chose to have other men instead of coming to me 
and trying to work things out? How far are you willing 
to go and tell me the truth, Miriam? How many of my 
friends and associates have you bedded down? Are you 
willing to tell me everything, Miriam?"

"Harry, why bring up all the pains of the past? Can't 
we get by that and start anew? You now know about the 
affair with Steve. Isn't that enough?"

"No, Miriam, I only know because of Betty and of your 
lies. For all I know you could have been selling 
yourself or fucking my friends behind my back during 
our whole marriage. How do I face anyone anymore unless 
I know who they are?"

"Harry, what about our kids, our family. If we 
separate, one of us has to talk to the kids. What are 
we going to tell them? That we both had affairs on each 
other. Please, Harry, let's just go home and work 
things out. I still love you."

I almost had to laugh. "Still love me, what does that 
mean? That you will continue to let me support you? 
That you are done having affairs and will only make 
love with me from now on? What does ‘still love you' 
mean, Miriam? Have you ever really loved me?"

I looked over at Betty. "Betty, you're the only one 
here I feel sorry for. If you were smart you would have 
left the bastard of a husband you have sitting there. 
Steve, if Betty didn't still love a prick like you I 
would kill you. It's men like you who think they can 
always have their cake and eat it too. I ought to just 
shoot your sorry ass for spite. In fact get on your 
knees and beg for your life, you sorry bastard." 

Miriam yelled out, "Harry, please, you can't shoot 
him."

Betty cried, "Please don't, Harry. I beg you, please 
don't shoot him."

"It's Steve I want to hear beg or I promise you he's a 
dead man."

Steve got on his knees in front of me and started 
crying, "Please don't shoot me. I shouldn't have had 
sex with your wife. I'm so sorry, I promise never to do 
it again. Please don't shoot me," as he continued to 
cry."

I just pistol whipped him one time and knocked him 
over. The girls screamed and Betty ran to Steve's side. 
"Please don't hit him again, Harry, please."

"Well, Miriam, what happens now? I really did love you 
and wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. But 
not anymore. I've lost all my respect for you. I know 
it would be impossible to ever trust you again. Even if 
you told me the truth about all the affairs you had. I 
don't know if I could even show my face to my friends 
anymore. Looking back and joking with the guys at the 
club I could see why they were laughing whenever I left 
the room. They were laughing at me, weren't they, 
Miriam?"

"Please, Harry, they meant nothing to me. It's you I 
love. It was just the sex. I was lonely."

"So you did bed down my friends. I just took a wild 
guess. Well, Miriam, I have no life left. I could 
hardly face my own family knowing their mother's a 
slut. I can't face any of my so called friends since my 
wife thought she needed to have sex with them. That 
leaves me nothing, Miriam. It doesn't give me a lot of 
reason to live. The only thing I have left is revenge 
against you, Miriam. But what is the worst revenge I 
can have against you? I can shoot you, or shoot Steve 
which would give me pleasure."

Betty yelled out, "Please, no, Harry. I'll do anything 
if you spare Steve."

"Will you fuck me, Betty? Will you strip down right 
now, right here in front of your sister and husband and 
fuck me?"

Steve yelled out, "You bastard, you touch her and I'll 
kill you."

"I have the gun, asshole. Well, either strip or your 
husband's a dead man. I won't say it again," as I 
cocked the pistol.

Miriam said, "No, you can do it, Harry. You're out of 
your mind."

"Shut the fuck up, Miriam. You fucked her husband God 
knows how many times. So it would be a great little 
revenge to get some of your little sister's pussy. 
Well, Betty it's up to you. Who lives, who dies?"

Betty started taking off her clothes. She was down to 
her bra and panties. Damn she looked good. She came 
over to the chair where I was sitting while her husband 
still lay on the floor in front of us. I pistol whipped 
him again just because I wanted to. He crawled over to 
the couch and sat on the floor next to Miriam. I told 
him if he interfered I would shoot him the next time. 

I told Betty to strip the rest of the way. She took off 
her bra and then slowly removed her panties. I could 
tell she was really nervous but didn't seemed scared. 
Probably deep down she wanted a little revenge of her 
own.

I told her to kneel in front of me and undo my pants, 
which she did. She pulled out my cock and I told her to 
get it harder. She put the head in her mouth and it 
begin to get bigger. I had to hold the gun in one hand 
which made it a bit inconvenient. Steve and Miriam just 
looked on, neither saying anything. Betty was really 
working on my cock. I told her she could climb on or 
finish me with her mouth. 

She looked over at her husband and sister and then 
climbed up on my very stiff rod. She made the choice 
and they both knew it. Her pussy was wet, very wet. She 
was riding me and I was feeling her breast with my free 
hand.

I asked her to talk to me while we fucked.

"I love your cock, Harry. I've wanted it ever since I 
caught Steve fucking Miriam. God, it feels good."

"Who's cock do you prefer, Betty, mine or Steve's?

"Yours, Harry, it's so much thicker. This is so 
exciting fucking you in front of those two. Cum in me, 
Harry. Let my husband see your cum shooting into his 
wife's pussy."

I came hard right into my naked sister-in-law's pussy. 
She pulled up just enough to see the cum coming back 
out of her and down my shaft. She then leaned over and 
kissed me and said, "Thank you, I've wanted to get even 
for a long time." Then she got off my cock and walked 
over to her husband and said "Now we're even."

I called a crying Miriam over and told her she had one 
choice and one choice only. To clean me up or I would 
shoot her. No discussion!

She got between my legs and cleaned up her sister's 
mess. She was gagging at times but continued to clean 
up my cock. When she was through she tucked my soft 
cock back into my pants.

"What now, Harry? What happens now? You've ruined all 
our lives."

I told her to go sit next to her naked sister. Then I 
told them that I would not shoot any of them because 
I'm a man of my word. They all did what I asked to save 
their life. The only problem now is that they would 
have to find a way to explain it to our children and 
the police.

"The ultimate revenge."

Than I took the pistol, put it in my mouth and pulled 
the trigger.

The End

Thanks for reading my story.
DG Hear

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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