Cheating Wife Story by Tripleg 24

Story:  My Wife

PART 3

My name's Shane, and for the first time in a long time, I'm scared.

Our neighbourhood was always pretty safe, but you could never get out of the shadow of Kyle and his boys. Kyle was the tough ass punk you didn't mess with in this place. If he didn't get to you, the boys he hung out with did. You just didn't fuck with them.

Most recently, he made an example of a friend of mine, Daniel (see: My Wife Ch. 1 & 2). Daniel and his wife were a quiet couple, his wife a teaching assistant, and himself a successful businessman on Bay St. Next thing you know, Daniel has his arms and legs broken by Kyle, fucks his wife in front of him, gangbangs the wife with his boys, and then takes his money. How did he do it? By corrupting Daniel's wife with his cock.

So you're probably wondering why I'm scared too? Well, I didn't even think any of this would reflect on me, but my wife Sonya's a friend of Laryssa, Daniel's wife. And because I saw my wife talking to Geoff and James, friends of Kyle's at a party the other night. I was even more scared to ask my wife why she disappeared for an hour at that very party later that night.

* * * * *

I received an exciting e-mail from Sonya today! 'Come home early for the big surprise, honey! I'll be waiting for you....S' was all she wrote. What was she referring to? Surprise? Was it a baby? Was it romantic? Was it that promotion she was trying desperately to get at work? I had to know, but the phone rang and rang at her office. I thought maybe she left early to prepare herself for whatever, but no answer there either. Next, her cell phone:

"mmmmmmmmmpphh....hello?" she answered.

"Hey baby, I got the message. What's the surprise, you know I can't wait!" I said.

"mmmmm, you're gonna have to wait!"

"c'mon, give me a hint!" I begged. "How big is this?"

"all right, since you're asking nicely, its life changing. It'll change everything about us. Its what we needed all this time, what I needed all this time, and its soooo much....bigger than you think." She teased.

"I love you baby, I can't wait." I said.

"Me too, baby, me too. I gotta go, though, I'm kinda in the middle of something right now, but I promise that I...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppfffffffffffffhhhhhhhh.....oh yea, right there baby.........I love you honey, I gotta go. Bye!" And then she hung up.

What was my devious little wife up to, I thought. What was she so satisfied about, so relaxed over the phone. I wondered where she was, probably in our bath, snuggled up with all her bubbles, champagne at her side, looking as sexy as ever. As expected, I left work very early, quite immediately, in fact.

The ride home was filled with anticipation as much as nervousness. What was she doing, exactly, while on the phone with me? Why was this life-changing? What's bigger than I think, and bigger than what? Pulling up to the driveway, while still daylight outside, I noticed movement from the top window, and laughter of some sort. I stuck my key into the lock, but the door was already opened. A set of new, but worn in Nike sneakers, size 14, dumped over my Armani's. Tommy Hilfiger jeans on the floor, a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt on the stairs, a bra, blazer and sweat socks leading to a trail upstairs, where the noises grew louder.

Walking up the stairs was the hardest thing I ever did, and I don't think I have ever sweat this much in a short period of time before in my life. There was my wife's voice, laughing, screaming, moaning, shrieking. And another voice with her, a boys woice, a teenager's maybe. Oh, please, please, please, don't let this be what I think it is...

"Oh Geoff, give it to me, you big fat-cock bastard!"

"Oh, fuck, baby, smoke my cock with your tight pussy, oh fuck, you are so fuckin tight, babe"

The sight of my wife under this kid, her legs in the air, his body hovering over her, his arms holding him up, her hands grabbing his body and rubbing him all over, his lips on my wife's tits, her tongue in his ear....it was all too much. My wife was fucking another man--no not another man, a kid. A guy who's about to go to college, a blond, stocky stud who just happened to be a good friend of one Kyle.

"What the fuck is going on, baby. What are you doing?" I said.

"Oh my god, Shane!" she jumped up.

Geoff started to laugh. He looked at me, smirking, this blond, short haired, 175 pound, stocky stud. What girl wouldn't fuck this kid, I thought. How was my wife going to resist him, especially when I saw the size of his cock. Thick, maybe 9 inches and 5 around. Clean shaven and much, much bigger and fatter than I was. Now I knew what my wife meant on the phone.

"What's up, dude." Geoff said to me as he walked toward me. "I'm your wife's boyfriend. I'm the guy she's blowing behind your back. If you had suspicions, know they're confirmed, and if you didn't, well, surprise surprise, my pathetically-wimpy friend."

"I'll kill you." I said. "I'll have your balls for this. Fuck you, kid."

"No," he smiled. "Fuck you, actually. And its your wife who has my balls. In her mouth, slapping her ass, you get the picture. And you won't kill me. You'll barely get out of here alive."

"Please don't do this, Geoff" I begged. I sank to my knees, my hands grabbing his shirt. "Please, don't do this. I'm no Daniel. I don't deserve this. I'll pay you, but don't fuck my wife, don't take her away from me!

"Is that what you're afraid of?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You don't care about the money, you just want me to spare your wife?"

"Yes. Please, sir, please..."

"How much will you give me to walk out of here and never see you again."

"Name you're price."

"Sonya." Geoff shouted, "Get the cuffs."

Geoff picked me up by my hair and dumped my ass in a wooded chair at the feet of the bed. "Sit down, asshole." Geoff commanded. "I sat, and suddenly I was handcuffed to the chair by my wife! She sank to her knees and tied by legs together too. She rose, kissed me softly on my lips, and said "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Shane.:"

"No!" I cried, "No, not like this, please don't do this!"

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I love Geoff." She said as she crawled to the bed. She got on all fours, her face to me and smiled. "I've been fucking Geoff behind you're back for the last 3 weeks. I've been blowing him, fucking him, pleasing him, jerking him, kissing him, and all behind your back. And I loved every minute of it, you fucking wimp. I love how he took me, and wants me, and I want to be his girl. I'm going with him to college, we're getting an apartment together up there."

"What about you're job?" I asked. "Do you even know what you're doing, you fucking ungrateful bitch?"

Geoff slapped me hard on the face and I started to bleed. "Pathetic, I just bitch slapped you and you're bleeding?" he said. He got on the bed, on his knees and got right behind my wife. He teased his member under her cunt and made her laugh and moan more sensually than I ever heard her with me. He smiled at me as he slid into her, and started to speak as he rode her gently.

"She quit." He said. "She didn't get the promotion after all this time, so she said fuck you and quit. So what are we gonna do for money? Well, that's where you come in. You fund us. You pay for my schooling, you pay for our apt, you send us money for whatever we ask for. In exchange, no divorce, no public scandal, no disgrace for you, no ass-kicking from me and the boys. You understand?"

I looked at him, then at my wife. They both smiled, look up to each other and winked. They looked at me again, and said "Well, do you agree, as if you have any choice?"

"I agree." I mumbled, my head hung in shame.

Geoff laughed hard uncontrollably and he thrust harder and faster into my young wife, eventually spunking all over her face upon pulling out. The fucking a few more times after that, and showered together as midnight approached. All they did was fuck, and damn they were good at it. This kid kept going and going, and she was a nymph waiting to be born. They couldn't stop, and soon forgot that I was ever in the room.

I woke up later and found myself being dragged to the bathroom, watching my wife sleep our cum-soaked bed. I was still tied up and suddenly the chair was tiled forward and my head was in the toilet. Geoff's piss was drowning me as his foot held my head down. He was laughing at me again. This is what I heard they did to Daniel, only Geoff's doing the same shit to me. They're making an example out of me to! It was like it was their mission to take all the hot wives in the neighbourhood before they left for college. The chair was pulled up and Geoff smacked me around with his thick hand, yelling at me for not looking at him when spoken to.

"You understand that I own you. If you try to fuck with me, I will kill you. Humiliation, public disgrace, scandal, that's all nothing compared to what I will do to you if you don't do exactly what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Geoff, I do." I said.

"Good. We leave in 3 weeks, so the next few weeks are going to be great for you. I know you'll miss your wife, so after you shower and clean your pathetic self up, you can make us dinner. You can eat with us, but only if you watch us have sex on your pool table later. Is that okay, Shane?"

"Of course, Geoff, I'd love nothing more." I said, making the hardest fist I ever have.

"Good. Get ready. Just for being a good sport for everything, I'll let you lap my spunk out of your wife's tight cunt. You'll even get to keep your tongue there as I stick my cock in her, alright wimp?"

"Thanks, Geoff."

"You're welcome, you little bitch."

* * * * *

I have become an example, just like Daniel. I was taken by Geoff, a friend of Kyle's. I was taken by someone just as intimidating. I lost my wife, my money and my dignity.

I watch as they fuck all night. I serve when commanded to. I assist when fingers are snapped. I fund, whenever fees need paying. I work, while they plan their new life together. I fucking lost it all on some punk kid! I guess the bright side, if any, is that I didn't have any limbs broken.

Yet.

My name's Shane, and for the first time in a long time, I'm scared.

PART 4

"Congratulations! You are the new Principal of Studville High."

Those were the words spoken to me just two weeks after my interview. I was the leading candidate, so I was quite confident. I was also a little sad to say goodbye to my old school, but an opportunity this good was too good to pass up. Besides, Studville High was only a few blocks away from both my home and the old school, so it wasn't as if I was leaving the country.

The real enticement about leaving was escaping my reputation at the old school. Over the last few years, it became almost a contest as to which high-school senior would be able to nail me before they went off to college. I didn't have any problems with it—all the guys who fucked me were over 18, and they all went off to colleges out of the city. Actually, I was being fucked on a regular basis by some of the guys who repeated the year before I left. And the best part? My husband was quite ignorant about all of this.

The time for change was here, though. My husband had moved to the basement of our house, and had no choice to accept our marriage as an open one. He had done so upon a threat from my ex-boyfriend and quarterback of the school football team, John. You see, one day my husband came home and found me sucking John's cock in our bed, and John forced him to watch every minute. Since then, I've lived in the entire house while my husband sulks down in the basement, and things couldn't be better. Now with my husband in his place, and a new job beginning, the only thing I was lacking was a steady fucking. John had gone off to college and there was no way I could ever be with my husband again after the pathetic display he put on with John and myself (see:Moving To The Basement).

Things were about to change on only my second day at work. Studville High had their own version of the high school bully, a big dude by the name of Brock. I had caught him following me through the school as I toured it the first day, and we exchanged smiles every time our eyes met. My secretary had informed me that he had made an appointment with me in the afternoon, which I thought was odd, since I hadn't even settled into my office yet. At any rate, I was excited to see him. I let him in and introduced myself, trying to conceal my nervousness by going into a speech about "how happy I was to be here" and what my expectations were. I even told him he was the first student I talked to individually since arriving, which seemed to make him smile and cross his arms and legs. When I asked about him, he walked slowly towards me, bragging about his football achievements, the ladies he had, his popularity and, much to my surprise, his big cock.

"Excuse me?" I said in shock, not sure if he really did say what I thought he did, or if it was my hopeful, wild imagination.

"You heard me, bitch." Brock responded. "Most of the whores in this joint can back that story up. Ask them. I have a big cock. I like to call Fat Boy."

"Um, that's very nice, Brock."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, for starters, I'm your Principal, so I don't think it's very appropriate of you to tell me about your body parts."

"Who are you kidding, bitch? You've had your eye on my stick since the minute you walked in here. Admit it."

"I'll admit nothing of the sort."

"Admit it."

"Brock…"

I didn't even have time to finish my sentence. In one swift motion, his lips were on mine, and his massive football player's hands were on my waist and stomach. He kissed me passionately, and I didn't break it. I kissed him right back, and it lasted for what seemed like forever. I tasted his lips before they parted mine. They were thick, fat, succulent, sweet and wet. I sucked his bottom lip before he smiled at me and kissed me again, this time sucking on both of my lips slowly. His breath reeked of weed and cigarettes, his body full of sweat. He took a step backwards and pulled off his gray sweatshirt, revealing a pale, white body. His neck was about 15 inches, which I was eager to place a hickey on. His forearms and biceps were double the length of my husbands, massive and muscular. His chest was budging out of his t-shirt, and his stomach had a little bit of a paunch. His waist was large, which meant his ass was too, yet it wasn't saggy. I used both hands to squeeze his tight ass and pulled him closer to me, unaware that I was clearly not the one in charge here.

He smiled as I gawked at his body. He watched me giving him the once over, smeling his chest, sucking on his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. I thought this would make him moan my name, a little trick that worked on just about every other guy I'd been with. Instead, he chuckled, pushed me an inch back, and reached for his belt buckle.

Once he undid his belt, his unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down slowly, not taking his eyes of my expression. He smiled as I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes getting wider the further down he zipped. His blue denim jeans fall to the floor, revealing his stained white boxers. Those boxers were the only thing standing between his cock and my wanting mouth.

"Here's the deal, bitch." Brock spoke. "I run the show around here. You may be the Principal, but I'm the fuckin' man. Nothing goes on around here that I don't know about. I have all the say-so around here, got it?"

"What? Brock, what the the--?" I tried to respond.

SMACK! His big right hand stung my left cheek, giving me his full attention. I looked up at him and nodded my head in agreement. I was partially scared, but completely turned on.

"Now, keeping that in mind, I've got good news for you. I like you." He continued. "I mean I really like you. I think you like me too, based on the fact that you're eyes haven't left my body since I've been in here. So, just to keep you in line. I'm gonna have to face-fuck you right here, right now."

"Um, well Brock, I mean, that's how I—"

SMACK! "I'm not finished talking." he said.

"I'm sorry, Brock. Please continue."

"I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth. You're gonna love it, believe me. You'll be beggin' for my cum, and that is going to be the beginning of our beautiful friendship."

I practically came right there when he said that. If he were to check, he would see the wet spot through my skirt.

"You'll like it so much that you'll beg me to fuck you. Only I won't do it right away. You're gonna have to earn my big dick."

"And what makes you think I'm going to do all these things you are demanding of me, you big fucker?" I teased.

"Well bitch, for starters, I can see you making a big mess down there. What's that wet spot all about? Either you've got a nasty bladder problem, or you're creaming for me. Now, I'm not an expert, but considering your tongue attacked my mouth when we just kissed, I think you want to fuck me right here too. Admitting it would be a wise decision for you bitch, trust me."

"Lets call a spade a spade, Brock. I was going to do it anyways. You had me at the kiss. Whats with all the aggression? What do you think you're going to do to me? What are your intentions towards me?"

"You're gonna suck my cock. I don't think I can make that any clearer."

"I realize that, Brock. I meant wh--"

SMACK! "I'm not finished talking. You're gonna have to learn to wait for me to finish, you you understand this?"

"Yeah, Brock. Go on, please continue." I was scared at this point. I had thought this was going to be some quick fun on the side, and instead I find out Brock here is Tony Fucking Soprano.

"You're also gonna ask me to fuck you on the side. I mean on a regular basis. It's my understanding that your ass is married, but that's none of my concern. I don't care if you're single or married or engaged or whatever-the-fuck. Your mouth and my cock will always be together when I say. Do you understand this?"

"What do you think?"

SMACK! "Don't get smart with me, bitch."

"I'm sorry, Brock. I'm just, you know, kind of excited."

"Don't' pretend with me bitch, I can smell fear."

"No, really. I'm not really happy with my marriage, and I was just thinking earlier today how much I needed a new man, and yo--"

SMACK! "Look bitch, I'm not lookin' for a girlfriend. I'm lookin' to get my dick sucked on a regular basis. I don't think you realize who you're talking to here. I make one fuckin' phone call and its over for you and your husband. Is that what you want?"

"No, of course not. It doesn't have to be like this."

"That's right, bitch. It doesn't. You do what I say and you don't get hurt. You think this is all about you, but its not. I repeat--I am the fucking MAN around here! You don't just jump all over my stick and expect me not to do anything. You want to come to my school, then you do what I say, when I say it."

"Alright, Brock. You've made your point. I get it."

"Keeping that in mind, are you sure you want to become the new Principal here at Studville High?"

"Yeah, Brock. I am."

"Then you understand your position here and what it is, right?"

"Yeah, Brock, I do."

"Good. That was the answer I was looking for. Now, as a favor for you, I won't let it leak that you are under my spell. I respect that the Principal of the school has to remain a person of authority, just like me. Just remember, it's always my authority over yours. It always comes down to me. Do you understand this?"

"I do, Brock. I don't have any problems with it. Can I ask a question, though?"

"Shoot."

"What we are doing here, what's going on between us...did it have anything to do with the old Principal's departure from here?"

"Don't ask questions, bitch. She left because she lost her usefulness. She, uh, couldn't contribute to our school anymore, and that's why she's not here."

A sudden panic, combined with reality crashing down on me, overwhelmed me. What the fuck was I doing here?! I was playing a very dangerous game, both physically, emotionally, and mentally. Brock was older than the other seniors, he seemed to be about 19 or 20. He was a big man, and his threats did not seem idealistic at all. He seemed to be a man of his word. At least, he had me pretty convinced. I was sure as hell intimidated, but even more turned on at the prospect of being this student's little fuck-toy. I pondered the whole situation as he pushed me down to my knees and shoved his crotch in my face.

"Remember, this will stay between us, as long as you remember who's the man here. I see a decision you make that I don't like, you change it. I see something I want done, you do it. I promise the hockey team blowjobs all night, you open your mouth. You do everything I say, and I won't ruin you."

"If I'm sucking off the hockey team, I'm already ruined, you idiot."

SMACK! "What the fuck did you say to me bitch?"

"I wont do other guys. I'll do you and you alone. I'll do anything you want, and quite honestly, that's fine with me. I'm your meal ticket, I'm down with all of that. But I wont' do other guys."

Brock sighed loudly, and I prepared myself for another slap. I was really fine with the slaps at this point, as it was the anticipation of the slap that was scarier than he actual deed. When he slapped me, he didn't really hit me hard, just enough to stun me. It was enough to make his point across, yet he still had to lay down the law. I had a feeling I could have stopped the slapping at any time. But I didn't.

"Alright. You'll be exclusive to me. My personal bitch. It's a pretty prestigious position, you little bitch."

"I appreciate it, Brock."

"Fine. Whatever. Suck me. Now."

I lowered my mouth to his thick rod before looking up at him. "You heard right, you know."

"About what, bitch."

"I'm married."

"Really?!" Brock looked kind of surprised. "I didn't see your wedding ring, so I wasn't sure. You know something, bitch? I've fucked married women, but they never gave themselves to me until after my dick's been inside of them. You are the first wife to actually give yourself to me before you take any meat! You are a filty slut!"

"The marriage is not really working out. I mean, this isn't the first time I've been with someone else, and to be honest with you, I'm loo—"

SMACK! Within seconds of his big hand down on my cheek, he grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my head down on his "Fat Boy". I wanted to come up for air, so I tried to pull away. Brock took his cock and smacked both my left and right cheeks, then bounced his dick off of my pouty lips. He also didn't exaggerate: he did have an impressive dick. It reeked of sweat, but it smelled delicious. His thick fat mushroom head seemed like an apple on his huge stick. His sack was hairless and full of cum, round and looking to be licked, which I did meticulously. I dug my nails into his ass and gripped hard as I sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. I lapped away at his ball sack like a puppy dog. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled his sweaty nuts. And when it was all over, when he was dumping ropes of cum all over my face and hair, he laughed at me.

"Take it, you little cunt. Take all of my hot steamy cum, bitch!"

"Mmmmm, yeah Brock, give me all of your sweaty cum, oh it so hot! I want you...uhhhh..."

"...ugh, yeah, I told you you'd be begin' for it. You are quite a little whore, aren't you? I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

"Our little secret, right Brock?"

Brock chuckled a little to himself. "Right, bitch. Our little secret."

"Brock, you haven't called me by my name since you've walked in here."

"Whatever, bitch. Clean yourself up, you look like shit."

As I licked my lips and tasted his remaining cum, Brock grabbed my hair and wiped some cum of of them. He pulled his pants up while I wrote down my home phone number, which he took graciously and stuck it in his back pocket. He gave me a hug, and told me he'd be in later today to see how my day went, and if I needed any help with anything. I told him I'd be fine, and he made his way towards the door. I begged him to kiss me before he left, but he said his girlfriend was waiting for him at her place, and he was taking too long as it was.

He laughed at me again as he walked out of my office, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so wrapped up in taking Brock's load that I didn't even realize he shot all over my blouse and skirt. I couldn't cover this up--these were blatent cumshots that anyone could spot a mile away. To add insult to injury, his cum was hardening in my hair, and my make-up was smudged thanks to the facial. I picked up his boxers, which he let me keep as a souvenir, and smelled them. Now it was my turn to laugh out loud. I looked back in the mirror and said outloud to myself "brand new school, same old slut."

I am the new Principal of Studville High. I have a new job, a re-invented marriage, pretty much my own house and now a brand a new man in my life. Picking up the phone, I called my husband and told him the good news....

"Hi honey, I'd like you to come over to my new school! There's someone I'd like you to meet..."