The Oddest of Paybacks Ch. 01: Rey

I won't lie. I was stunned when my wife let me know she'd been fucking someone else. From my perspective, the disappearance of our sex life seemed to be her decision. I was always up for it and tried to let her know without being so annoying that it turned her off. Between 30 years of marriage, four kids and menopause, I assumed her lowered libido had nothing to do with me.

Boy, was I wrong.

I'm not sure what I did or didn't do or if it simply was inevitable and out of my control, but she still wanted sex, just not with me.

It hurt. And the hurt was unexpected. I had been mentally preparing as our last kid went off to school and it was going to be just us in the house, for the very real possibility of things falling apart. But not like this.

She gave no reasons, explanations and made no excuses. Just get out of the house as soon as possible Ricky, and if you want to fuck, go fuck yourself.

Brutal.

So, I quickly found and apartment, furnished it with our still-shared money and laid low. I didn't tell the kids or tell our friends and we didn't discuss the future. We were just not together. And I was pissed.

And then the texts from her friends started coming in.

One of the things she was always bothered by was how much her friends liked me. The fact that I had friendships with some of them outside of her, was a point of contention. I would try to take that into consideration and not initiate unnecessary conversations via text, but I wasn't going to ignore them when they reached out to me.

And reach out they did, expressing sympathy and hope that we would reconcile too. I politely thanked each one, but kept it short and sweet without truly engaging.

Then I got the text from Rey.

Rey used to be trouble. Thin, blonde, chesty and wild, Rey's behavior often teetered on the wrong side of the precipice of appropriate and tasteful. Her rumored tryst with the drummer of a huge 90's band back in the day is stuff of legend and I still remember her response at a wedding when I asked if she was wearing a bra underneath her form-fitting sheath of a little black dress. She didn't say a word, just grabbed my hand, placed it on the dress just under her armpit and pressed it into her as she guided it down to below her hip, letting me discover for myself that more than the bra was missing. There was nothing on underneath at all.

But her wild streak had consequences. Sleeping with friends' boyfriends, drug addiction, losing one job after another, falling into a quickie marriage back in her Indiana small-town, the inevitable divorce and follow-up marriage to an aspiring rapper 15 years younger than her and that subsequent divorce, the years had not been kind. She was back living in the house she inherited from her mom, clinging to a job, and sadly putting on weight as she got clean. Unbelievably, her tits got even bigger. But her face and body plumped up too and her self-esteem fell. Plus, with her isolating herself in her hometown outside Indy while the rest of the college group was still mostly in Chicago, she just fell out.

My wife was particularly judgmental of her, but she and I kept in occasional touch. I knew her love life was not as active as she'd like - she was always quick with innuendo or a bawdy remark. I felt badly for her and how severely she seemed to be paying for her transgressions. Sometimes the punishments don't fit the crime.

So, I hatched a plan, invented a business trip and reached out.

She was excited to hear from me and greeted me with a warm and tight hug when I showed up at her door Friday night. She was also very sympathetic, expressing disbelief about my marital split and how it happened. The complements flowed of what a great guy I was and what a great dad I was and how any girl would be lucky to have me.

And the wine flowed as well.

She was pretty lubricated when we both got up to forage for some food in her kitchen. It was rather small so there was a lot of incidental contact and intentional and unintentional touching. I was hoping she was feeling the same vibe I was feeling and as we each turned from opposite sides and met at the sink, we were suddenly face to face.

I slowly put my hand on her hip and pressed just enough for her to feel it through her bulky and thick sweatshirt. The svelte and sexy Rey of thirty years ago would never wear something like this. But the ravages of time spare no one. And I wasn't exactly buff either.

But as I gently pulled her closer, she clearly was moving in on her own accord. Rather than try for some memorable line to seal the deal, I just went for it. Moving in for a kiss she readily accepted and reciprocated. It quickly accelerated to tongues deep in each other's mouths and hands groping asses. I was loving it.

It was Billy Crystal as Harry who famously said, "Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." I would've happily continued the advance our liaison right there in the kitchen, but Rey was probably feeling self-conscious about her weight and the unflattering light. As I made a move to get under her top, she stopped me, grabbed my hand and demurely led me into her bedroom, leaving the lights off.

We resumed kissing and soon made our way onto her mattress. It was more difficult to get her out of her clothes but she acquiesced and I was able to pull her yoga pants down past her ankles. To my surprise, I discovered somethings do not change: no underwear. But now was not the time to comment on memories. Now was time for action.

I dropped down into her thinly pubed, naturally blonde snatch and began feasting on her sex. Her flavor and essence were slight and that only encouraged me further as I alternated between lapping at her folds, swabbing her clit and driving my tongue into her soaking wet hole. I don't know how long it had been since someone else had been down there for her, but based on her writhing and moaning and screaming, it was clear she had been missing it.

"Oh, oh, oh. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I was loving it and reached under to grab her prodigious ass and pull myself further in. This only incited a riot of bucking that I unrelentingly rode to its inevitable conclusion: the final wail of an orgasm that ripped through her body, soaked my face with her cum and shook the rafters with her ecstatic yells.

"God! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Thankfully, her property was larger than the house and hopefully the sounds didn't alarm her neighbors.

I pulled back and let her compose herself for a moment. Turns out I didn't need to. My ministrations had awakened the sex-beast inside her and before I could collect myself, she attacked, pinned me to the bed and began tearing at my pants to get my hard cock in her mouth. I complied.

What I was treated to, was a master class in skill, technique and enthusiasm. It had been a long time since a woman had sucked my cock - it was something my wife had stopped doing long before the sex itself came to a halt - so I would've been happy with a first-timer.

This was clearly not her first time. And she had me coming in no time.

It seemed like 30 seconds, although I'd like to believe it was at least five minutes. Despite my failed attempts to clench, tighten and hold on, the rush of cum flooded forward into her warm, welcoming mouth. It was either one of the greatest orgasms I'd ever had, or I simply hadn't remembered the last time I had one not by my own hand. The feeling was incredible and she swallowed every drop, never allowing my dick to leave.

Now, with the initial urges satiated, it was time to really dive a little deeper into her body. Despite it not being what it was, I still found her sexy and it titillated me to get with one of my wife's friends.

She rolled onto her side and I rolled right with her and we restarted the make out session. She very soon began moaning her approval and appreciation and I started to make inroads under her top. Yes, she had a bit of a belly - as did I so who am I to judge? - but she also had prodigious tits and I wanted in on them.

She seemed a bit reticent to remove the top, but I urged and kept kissing, only pulling away from her mouth to move to her ear and tell her how fucking sexy she was. She got into that so I upped my dirty talk game while gently working her top off of her torso.

"Baby, I've dreamed of your tits for decades."

"Your pussy is delicious. I just want to feast on it all night."

"I can't wait until I'm deep inside your pussy with my throbbing cock."

She was responsive in groans and words.

"I love getting my nipples sucked until they're so erect they hurt."

"You're making my pussy so fucking wet."

"I want you to fuck me hard and deep."

It seemed like we were on the same page.

With her sweatshirt off I was able to reach around and remove her bra to reveal the treasure at the end of the rainbow.

I knew they were natural - she had always been busty and some of the weight gain went there too - but I could not believe how they could be so big, so soft, so pliant, but still shapely and firm with almost no sag. Maybe not having kids was the difference? It defied logic and physics and certainly didn't seem aligned with how the rest of her body had aged.

But hey, who was I to question? I just went all in.

I was groping and licking and sucking and fondling and she was writhing and moaning and panting and swearing. She particularly appreciated my go-to nipple move of sucking on one, slobbering all over it, then pulling back just a touch and sharply inhaling the air around it. It never fails to help nipples stand at attention and she got super into it. I felt like if I kept it up, I might make her cum from just nipple play, but either she knew that wasn't going to happen, or didn't want to wait to find out.

"Stop fucking around and fuck me!"

Yes, ma'am.

My tongue and left hand kept up my mammary ministrations, while I rolled us onto her back and with my right hand, easily guided my dick into one of the wettest pussies I had ever encountered. With very little effort, I was balls deep on my first thrust and immediately pushed her right leg and hip back even further to allow me to go that much deeper. She loved it. And seemed to keep loving it as I pulled out and repeated.

Her moans turned to yells, which turned into more dirty talk and I continued to plunder her soaked sex with my rigid cock. I kept on her tits with my mouth, but now had both hands pinning her legs back for maximum penetration.

"Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeee!"

I'm a first born; we're pleasers. I fucked her deep and I fucked her hard.

Eventually, the momentum slowly guided us to her headboard. She felt it at her head and screamed, "Pound me into the headboard! Punish me for loving your cock!"

Again, I'm a pleaser. I do what I'm told.

The pounding continued and I slammed her pussy with my cock and her head with our fucking. She could only scream and groan and it seemed like she was cumming often, although I honestly couldn't tell. I finally relented a bit, releasing her legs and positioning myself more upright while my hands went to her ass.

I had a cheek in each hand, still pounding away, while my fingers inched toward her rosebud. As soon as they started tickling the opening, she exploded. Suddenly my dick was absolutely flooded as she cried out in ecstasy.

Ok, that time I could tell she came.

And things were starting to bubble up for me as well. I took stock of the situation while slowing my rhythm and noticed she looked a mess. Glistening with sweat all over, hair matted and askew, tits still glistening with my spit and copious amounts of girlcum leaking out and coating my cock, I wondered if she needed a break.

"You wanna fuck my tits?"

You know what? I did. I did want to fuck her tits.

With my cock absolutely slathered in her pussy juice, I pulled out, moved up and slapped it down between her insane milkers. She pushed them together and held them while encouraging me to go to town.

"Don't stop fucking my tits until you're ready to cover my face in your cum."

If you insist.

I do enjoy a good titfuck, but I love cumming on a girl's face. Love. I think what I like most about titty-fucking is the proximity and high chances of giving a facial. That said, I hadn't done it all that often - and certainly not with my wife - so I wasn't about to decline the invite.

And those words only got me there faster. I hadn't been between her breasts two minutes when I pulled up and started fisting my cock just inches from her nose.

"Paint my face, daddy."

Oh, that did it.

It was extraordinary. Each spurt of cum seemed more voluminous as I absolutely soaked her face. The feeling of satisfaction of being completely drained almost matched the ecstasy of the climax. At the end she opened her mouth and lifted her head to take me in and bathe me with her tongue until it became too much and I rolled off.

She stayed put and took deep breaths as she came down from the high, but made no motion to clean up. She turned to me as she slowly started running her finger through the cum.

"Fuck that was so hot. You really emptied the tank didn't you? I love it."

What could I say? I loved it too. Her love of wearing my cum-mask was amazing. And then she kicked it up a notch.

"My friend Susan would love this. Pass me my phone."

I wasn't sure where this was going, but I complied.

She took a selfie and tapped a message on her phone. A response returned almost immediately, followed by a giggle as she turned to me and said, "She's on her way over."

I still wasn't sure what was happening, but I didn't have to wait long to find out. In less than three minutes we could hear someone enter the house and make a bee-line for the bedroom.

She appeared in the doorframe already topless, shimming out of sweatpants and crawling onto the bed and Rey nude.

"Susan, this is Ricky. Ricky, Susan."

Susan attempted to say hi, but she was already licking and sucking my cum off of Rey's face.

"You're cum is delicious," she managed between gobbling it up. "I look forward to getting it straight out of the tap.

"In fact, why don't you get yourself up on top of that headboard and I'll make some moves."

Doing what I was told had worked out all night so far. Why stop now?

I had already cum hard twice; I wasn't sure I had anything left to give. But I maneuvered myself and my flaccid cock to where I could comfortably rest my ass on the top curl of her sleigh bed, right over where the two of them were sharing my cum in a deep make out session.

It was quite an angle of quite a sight, and much to my surprise, it was having its desired effect on my member.

Susan looked up at me and slowly rose, positioning her pussy on Rey's face. I could hear the squelches and smacking as Rey's tongue begin to work its way in and around Susan's sex while Susan leaned forward until the she was face to head with my slowly rising cock.

"Uhhhrg, a grower, not a shower. I like that," she panted as Rey munched her box.

She continued her pursuit and took my not-yet-full-size dick entirely into her mouth. I wasn't reaching her throat and didn't know if I would when fully hard. I'm very average in that department. But she wasn't about to give up without a fight.

I could tell that under other circumstances, she was probably very good at sucking cock. But Rey was clearly very good at having a pussy sitting on her face and it was compromising Susan's performance. I didn't mind.

Susan's moans were muffled by my cock slowly filling her mouth and I was loving every minute of it. This wasn't the frantic fucking with which Rey and I kicked off the night. This was luxurious and patient, exactly what my dick needed.

But as I achieved full hardness while luxuriating in Susan's mouth, her patience was running out. She had missed Rey's and my initial thrashing and while she was definitely into cleaning my spunk off of Rey's face, she was worked up and craving more.

"Get down and get inside me. Now."

Again, no reason to stop taking direction from either of these two.

Susan repositioned herself as I did, sliding down to her hands and knees with her face gently licking Rey's pussy. I got in behind her and did what must be done, sliding forcefully, thoroughly and entirely into her hot cunt.

She lifted her head out of Rey's sex and howled with delight, gripping Rey's ass and going back down as she began rhythmically fucking back at me, her hips countering my movements perfectly. This was clearly not her first time.

She was a fucking expert and despite everything I had been through and every drop I thought had been drained from me, I again started to feel that oh so amazing feeling of an impending orgasm.

I held out as long as I could and was pretty sure based on the moaning and additional wetness that bathed my dick while inside her juicy snatch that she had in fact cum at least once. I simply was all out of will power from the collective efforts on my dick all night and could stave off climax no more.

Suddenly, it was like I had entered slow motion mode. It all happened so fast and all at once and yet, I could discern each tell-tale moment separately and as it happened. First, I could see Rey arch her back as she yelped out another orgasm. Then I witnessed Susan pull her hands from Rey's ass and grip the disheveled sheets with both fists as she pulled out of Rey's pussy and hollered her own arrival. All of it happening as I unloaded whatever semen I had left in my balls into the depths of Susan love hole.

The room was dark but for the streetlamp coming in through the window. Still, it also shimmered with three bodies glazed in sweat. Susan slowly crawled forward, releasing me from her sex and hovered her pussy over Rey's face until my cum slowly seeped out and onto her face once again. Once sufficiently empty, Susan again, ravaged Rey for my spunk, this time mixed with her own girlcum. It was gluttonous and debauched.

I just curled up in the fetal position and waited for sleep to overtake me.

In the morning, I was the only one on the bed, in exactly the same position and place where I had passed out. I could hear voices in the kitchen and began to think about my next move.

The odd goal of this endeavor was to sleep with one of my wife's friends. In my twisted mental state about my marriage, this served as some sort of retribution for my wife's unexpected infidelity and indifference to our life.

Admittedly, I had picked the easiest target and the one that would upset my wife the least. She had been pretty done with Rey and her antics for more than ten years and Rey was easily the most sexually open and the only one without a partner. Sealing the deal seemed like a no-brainer and maybe that confidence helped make it happen. Although the details and debauchery that followed was not at all anything I could have predicted.

Still, while it was one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life, it didn't scratch the itch of revenge. I would have to steel myself to go after her other friends. Ones that I knew still loved me and might even privately admit to being on my side, while publicly always being on "Team Wife."

Like most married couples our age, more than a few of them had issues with their marriages. Maybe I could parlay their sympathy for me and their disenfranchisement with their husbands into getting into some panties.

I showered, dressed and enjoyed some breakfast while chatting and joking about the night before with Rey and Susan who was still there. They seemed chill about it all and my mind started to wander about who my next target would be. My first payback encounter was a smashing success, but my next ones would be the ones that really mattered.