Message-ID: <12923eli$9807101229@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tonytony3@juno.com (anthony anthony) Subject: tonytony3's Maria's Revenge 2/2 (cheating, revenge) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980710.070121.16471.2.tonytony3@juno.com> Read Maria's Revenge 1/2 first. Frank pulled off his jacket: Christ, he had a gun holstered in the middle of his back, and other cop stuff on his belt. He went to her. This big man took her softly in his arms, and then stoked her face. Kissed her, softly. “Not so fast. I know you want to get even,” he said, “but sex should be fun, too. I’ll show you. It’ll make getting even a pleasure. I’ll make it good for both of us, and real bad for him.” He spoke softly, kindly, to her - he was good at seduction. He took her to the bed, helped her sit, then gently had her lie back. He looked at me. “Watch this, you jerk! You’ll learn how to treat a woman like this.” The voice her used with me was straight out of a cop movie, low, and menacing. “You’re not staying here!” I shouted, fists balled, rushing to him. A second later I was on the floor, and in a moment my hands were cuffed behind me around the back of a chair. Talk about proving I wasn’t so smart! What was that move he made on me - some kind of judo shit? “Boy, you just messed with a police officer. Now you got two choices. You sit quietly and watch the way this woman wants you to while her and me get it on, or you get to live in a world of hurt, and after all the pain, you’re still gonna sit quietly and watch her get fucked the way she wants you to” he said in a low voice to me while he cuffed me. I sat quietly. I’m not THAT stupid! He got that damned belt full of hardware off. Pepper spray, all kinds of bad things on there, and there was that gun, too. He scared me! Soon, they were each on their sides, facing each other. His arms were around her, while hers were sort of between them. He was stoking her back, cooing to her, comforting her and kissing her. “We want to show him how you want to be treated, don’t we?” he asked, and she nodded her agreement. “Maybe you should kiss me back, then.” She nodded again, and her hands moved around him, and I saw his mouth open on hers, and then, hers, too, and they were kissing with real passion. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he wanted to know, and she looked at me, then at him, and nodded her agreement. And she initiated the next kiss, and while she was kissing him, and while he was stroking her back, I saw. . . I saw. . . I saw her move her leg up, and over his hip, and move closer, and now their bodies were very close together, and her leg was over him. That’s how we started - or used to start, before Cleveland - sex! That was only for ME! Their kiss broke again, and again he was muttering something to her, and she looked at me, at the pained and awful expression on my face, and smiled, and turned back to Frank, and they were kissing again, Now her hand, that had been on his back, was on his hip, and on his leg. She was pulling him to her as much as he was pulling her to him. The kiss broke. Frank moved from beside her, and sat up. He pulled off his polo shirt, kicked off his boat shoes. He threw the shirt on me. “Watch and learn, jerk” his cop voice said, and now when he lay down again her arms found flesh, not shirt, and pulled that flesh, that body, closer. The contrast between her arm, so pale, and his back, so black, was devastating to me. There was another kiss, and his hand went from her back, to her robe covered hip, and down to her leg, to the skin of her leg. Again, the kiss broke. He was whispering, cooing, “this is what you want, isn’t it?" and she was nodding yes, and then his hand on her leg, that black hand, on that pale skin, pulled her leg even more over him, exposing more leg, and parting them, too. His hand moved down, he was touching her skin, her knee, and the contrast in color was too dramatic to believe. His hand began an upward journey, under her robe, along the inside of her leg, and she wasn’t looking at him anymore, she was looking at me. As his hand moved higher, closer, she said “This isn’t such a big deal, is it, Al, seeing your wife kissing another man” and then she gasped, because it was a big deal, and his hand wasn’t moving up any more, it was where he wanted it, where she wanted it, and now, although covered with her robe, I knew it was touching her where only I had touched, before. She stopped looking at me, and closed her eyes, and moved so that she could kiss him, and her leg was moving, too, even more over him, making it easier still for him! Now she was kissing, and being finger fucked, and it was a very very big deal. “OK, I’ve learned my lesson, please stop” I said - almost crying. “Is this about learning a lesson, or revenge, and showing him you know how to fuck around and have fun, too?” I heard Frank ask. Maria looked at me, handcuffed to a chair. “Revenge, and fun”, she said. “Good”. They continued, he with his hand between her legs, she, kissing, holding him, and then, her hand, the one on his back, moved, until it was at his waist line, and her fingers were under the waist of his slacks, on his hip, and she continued to kiss and be kissed, and be fingered. Then Frank’s hand, the one whose fingers glistened with moisture now, came out from under her robe, and he said “let me help”, and they were at his belt, pulling. I heard snaps releasing, and a zipper, and now her fingers, which couldn’t get under his waist band because it was too tight, could, now, and her hand went under, along his hip. Only her wrist was visible, now, her hand was on his hip, under his pants, unimpeded by a tight belt. . . He broke the kiss with her, and his hand, the one that hand been touching her, covered her hand, the one on his hip, under his pants. He looked at her, and took that hand by the wrist, and said “Let me show you what I got for you” and I saw their hands moving, his guiding hers, under his slacks, between them and she gasped a little, and he closed his eyes, and I knew. He confirmed my knowing. “Can you feel how excited you make me, baby?” She nodded yes. “And you know what I want to do with that, don’t you?” and she nodded yes again. “Why don’t you tell Al what you feel, and how it feels, baby. I'll bet he really wants to know.” “I’m touching his penis, Al, and it feels very hot, and big, and thick, and I like touching it, like she must have liked touching yours.” And they kissed, but this time, as they kissed, he was stroking her, putting his fingers in her, again, and she was touching him, too. I wanted to die. I couldn't take my eyes off this scene, my own cock was erect, but watching your own wife with another man had my stomach cramped, my arms straining against the cuffs: it was a very big, very bad thing. And then, he stopped. Please, let them stay stopped! Frank sat up, and Maria sat up, too, and they looked at me, and Maria said “See, it’s no big thing”, and he was reaching for the sash of her robe, and then it was undone. The robe opened, showing skin from neck to navel. I thought “She can’t mean this”, but Frank was shifting, pushing at his own pants, and I saw his ass, and his cock - big, and erect, and he said “Be sure to show him what you’re doing, Maria.” She had been looking at him, struggling with his pants, and had been staring at that erect cock, erect for her. She broke that stare, looked at me, and then she stood beside the bed, looking at him, and at me. “You said this was no big thing, Al. Do you still think so?” The robe was only loosely fastened, and she faced me, and got the sash untied, and I saw the robe open, exposing skin now, from neck, and cleavage, and belly, and that dark triangle at her pelvis, and she shrugged it to her shoulders “Still no big deal, Al?”, and she was exposed, breasts, nipples, cunt, and the robe went down her arms and on the floor, and she was naked in front of Frank, and he was naked in front of her, and it was a very big deal. "Frank, you told me you had sex with lots of black women and lots of white women, too. I don't have a lot of experience at all. Show me!" He reached for her, and somehow, she was on her back. He knelt beside her, took her head in his hands, tilted it so that her ear was facing him. I could see his tongue touching it, and I could see her quiver with the touch. "I'll show you all you want to know", he said, and now his mouth was at her neck, and her hands were holding his head there. He moved again, and was almost on his side, now, his head over her breast, and then, he was suckling at it. Her own hips were making those small motions, her hands were holding him to her tits. But he moved again, his tongue tracing down betwen her breasts, to her belly, and then to her hip. Her legs had parted, inviting him, and now he was almost laying beside her, his cock not far from her head. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, and she said, in a soft voice, "yes, I want this." His arms, which had been supporting him, moved to, then around, her hips, hugging them to him. His mouth moved closer, but then he rolled onto his back, and carried her with him, so that she was laying on him. His hands went around her hips, his hands, between her legs, to her vulva, and his fingers spread her lips. I could see all of that, and sould see her back arch as his fingers and tongue touched and tasted and explored. He paused after a few minutes. "Maria, don't you think you should be doing something to my prick while I do this to your cunt?" She didn't answer, but I did see her head move down, and from Frank's reaction I knew he could feel her hot breath on his scrotum, her lips on his shaft, the small bits she liked to give me, her tongue, her mouth. Even that ended, and he rolled again, so that she was on her back. Frank moved on top of her, and was between her legs, and there was a pause. I hoped they were stopping, that maybe he had already come, but. . . He said “You know what I'm going to do now, don't you?" She didn't answer, but her legs opened even more. There was sweat on his back, and his hips flexed, and Maria’s legs, which had been bent at the knees, now spread, flat against the bed, the inside of her thighs up, the way they are when I first enter her. And she moaned, and made soft noises, noises that until now only I heard, and Frank’s noises got louder, and so did hers. My own stomach was in knots, I watched with blurred vision and unfocused eyes the timeless rhythm on the bed. He was IN her. It was't enough that they kissed, that they tocuhed, that they went down on each other, now his fucking cock was in her! It couldn’t get any worse, but Frank’s tempo increased, and he was saying “This is what I wanted to put in you baby”, and he was thrusting, supported by his arms, and her breasts were rocking with his motion, and her hands were between them, milking him, and I knew what he was putting into her, because he’d hold each thrust a bit longer, and ram her in exactly the same way I do when I come in her, and I knew screwing around was a lot worse than I had ever imagined. And, after a while, the movement stopped, except for small shudders. And, still later, they uncoupled. He rolled off her, his cock still long, still wet, softening, still showing a thread of white. They were side by side, now, fucked out. And after a further while, Frank got out of the bed. “Man, I hope you fuck around a lot”, he said to me, “She’s a great piece of ass, and I got some friends who would really like to do her, too”. He wiped himself with the sheet, pulled on some clothes. He bent over her, naked on the bed, his lips found hers, his fingers buried themselves in her, too. Then, he gave her the handcuff key - “Give them to me at the gym, and just tell me when you want me again” - and left. Maria watched him go, got up, and bathed. When she came out from the bathroom, looking vindicated, somehow, she asked “Did you think it was a big deal?” I had tears in my eyes. “Yes.” “Never again?” “Never again.” She uncuffed me, and invited me to our bed that night. We held each other. She told me she didn’t have to talk about what she did, since I saw it. But, she did demand to hear again the details of my mis-adventure. Maria didn’t like any part of what happened to me , and she took particular offence at my altered pre-flight check list. She insisted on flying to Cleveland with me since then, and she’s added some check list innovations of her own. “After climb out, establish and stabilize the aircraft in cruise configuration. When instrument meteorological conditions exist ( that means the weather is bad enough so that casual eyeball flying {a.k.a. visual flight rules} is not permitted, and ‘positive separation’ of aircraft is supposedly assured by flying under IFR ), the pilot in command at his or her option may: Engage auto pilot. Engage altitude hold. Verify safe and stable operation. Pilot in command will then position pilot seat fully aft. Pilot flying right seat will orally pleasure the pilot in command until descent to destination is to be made.” She’s been insisting on pilot in command status a lot, and it's easy to tell when she will. It's when she wears a skirt to fly in. "It’s easier for you to follow the checklist" she says. Maybe there will be a “Happy ever after” after all. _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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