Cuckold Revenge Gone Overboard: Erotica Tale of a Wealthy Cuckold Watching Busty Trophy Wife Cheat with an Older Man

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You see, I could have put a stop to this, but I never would have known her real desires. At that point I allowed her to make her own choices, and she chose you over her vows and our marriage. Congratulations.

That's enough Dan. Can't you see you're upsetting her. Stop this right now!" he commanded in a loud strong voice. Craig and Joel appeared a few minutes later. I showed them into the lounge and poured them both a good measure of scotch. Adding one for myself, we settled down and I hit the remote to power up the wide screen TV and switched channels until I'd found the football game that I knew was showing. Later, I got Sybil to herself. "I guess I should tell you that Paul doesn't usually keep girlfriends that long. I'm not sure what the reason is."Matilda, it seems you're mistaking sensitivity for weakness. You know damn well I easily get aroused, hell, I get aroused watching porn movies, but I don't want to be in the movie. And let me be clear, I never encouraged you. I simply listened and allowed you to act on your choices. I always ended our conversations by asking you what you wanted. You made your own choices. And then, suddenly with a deep lunge, Craig was inside her. Lydia screamed out as she was so forcefully penetrated her mouth forming a wide "O" and allowing Joel to pump yet another few inches of meat into her throat. I like it, the compensator makes difference." He said as he suggestively swept the weapon, held it for just a few seconds on his father, who went white. It was working. Now to put my plan into action. Pulling my wife closer to me I put my arm around her and stroked her hair. Revenge: a dish best served cold, or eaten cold? I can never quite remember. Whatever. One thing was certain, though; revenge on my cheating wife was what I wanted and revenge was what I was going to get!

Later, Paul and I danced while Brandy and Cal danced. Paul was very smooth on the dance floor. We danced closely but not as closely as he and Brandy danced. She was like an extra layer of skin on Paul when they danced. I tried to inhale Paul, not just his cologne but his looks, his feel, his words, his essence. During the dance, I bumped into his bulge. It was huge. He apologized. I told him not to worry. I almost said, 'It's not big deal' but it was a big deal. He had to tell me when the music stopped because I wasn't listening. For the rest of the evening, the four of us danced and talked, often trading partners. I noticed that whenever Cal paid Brandy a compliment (I think he was smitten with her), Paul made it a point to compliment me. I wasn't sure if it was Paul trying to get Cal to quit hitting on his date or if Paul was truly attracted to me. I was hoping the latter. Michael, I have done this for a while, and I know when someone is going to break. Do it for the sake of those you care about. You are in the red zone." I opened the front door and heard Hendrix's Electric Ladyland album playing loudly. I smelled marijuana smoke. We smoked it from time to time with my friends, but not often. I was thinking that maybe there was a party going on in our house. I closed the door behind me and walked into the living room. Paul again apologized, "I'm sorry, Loretta. I hope you don't think I'm being crude. It's difficult for me not to get turned on dancing with a woman as beautiful as you. I'm sorry."If you want to," he says. "But I don't have to watch. She'll at least want me in the house somewhere."