Chapter 9 Different ways
We had both been enjoying the open marriage we had going. Jean had started going out more and more on her own but was no longer sharing anything with me. At first, I was too concerned about this, but as time went by I began to realise that our relationship was slowly beginning to fall apart.
She stopped wanting sex with me and wasn’t interested in what I was up to. We had said at the start that we wouldn’t go with any of our friends or people we were close to. We didn’t want to spoil anyone’s relationships. I noticed that something was wrong when people I knew started looking at me with odd expressions and some of the women with sympathy.
It was a mate who alerted me to what was going on and my suspicions were confirmed. He asked me if I knew Jean was playing around. I told him we had an open marriage and knew she had the odd relationship with others. He just smiled and said “you really don’t know do you?” What do you mean? I asked. “Mate there’s no easy way of telling you, but she’s known as being a whore. Drops her knickers for anyone for a price” No your wrong. I said. “Well Jim, nobody can say I didn’t tell you”
I went home feeling pretty bad. When Jean got home I confronted her with what I had just found out. “What the fuck is going on?” I said. She replied that it was none of my business and she had decided to leave. “I found something I like doing and I’m going to make a life of it” What about the kids? I asked. “You keep them” she said. With that she packed her bags and left. I was totally devastated. She had changed completely. I felt betrayed and humiliated. I wanted revenge and to hurt and humiliate her.
Chapter 10. The Revenge
After a few weeks, I had started to accept that it was all over and started sorting out what I would do next. I got a lot of sympathy from our friends but it didn’t really make it any easier. One week I was working late shifts again and had Jeans mother looking after the kids.
Joan only lived a few doors away and was happy to look after them. She usually left as soon as I came home. This particular night she didn’t rush off. Instead she waited until I sat down with a scotch and then began to ask me what had gone wrong? What had Jean left? I told her to ask her whore of a daughter. “What do you mean?” She asked. I told her what I had been told and what Jean had said, pouring myself another drink.
“No! Joan said That can’t be right!” She said. Look I said, she’s been playing around for months. I knew about it. She wanted an open marriage, I let her have it.
“No!” Oh yes, she’ll drop her knickers and show her cunt to anyone with money. I said.
Joan started crying. “No no no!” She couldn’t believe what I was telling her.
I felt sorry for her. She wasn’t a great looker, slightly overweight and a widow. I put my arm around her shoulders and tried to calm her down.
She was wearing a thin blouse and I could see the curve of her breasts. They looked inviting and I started stroking her arm. My cock was beginning to get hard. I moved my hand to her shoulder then down her back. She was starting to relax more. I hugged her and pulled her closer.
“What are you doing?” She asked. Just trying to help I said letting my hand slip down to her legs. I was suddenly hungry for her. “No stop!” I was sliding my hand under her skirt. “Stop!” She said. I asked her how long had it been since she was last fucked? “No! You can’t ask me that!” I just did, I said pushing her back on the sofa.
She stopped resisting. “No please” Come on I said, you know you want it. You’ve flirted with me in the past.
“No!”
By now my hand was rubbing her cunt through her knickers and I could feel her getting damp.
“I want you to stop” she said. Bit late for that as my fingers worked their way into her cunt. She was sopping wet by now. I pull her blouse apart roughly to get at her tits. They were larger than Jeans and softer. Big nipples that had gone hard. I caught one in my teeth and rolled it there. She was moaning now . I pulled out my cock and put it in her hand. She squeezed it and said, “you have this and she left?” Yes, open up its coming in…
We fucked hard until I squirted my cum into her. She cried out and came too. “It’s been so long” she muttered.
I sat on the floor and watch my cum oozing from her cunt.
A big hairy cunt she had.
Want to know what your daughter really liked? I asked. “What?” She said. I lurched at her cunt and started licking her out. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed.
I was getting hard again and started focusing my attention on her arse crack. “What are you doing?” Licking your arse. Your daughter loved it.
My cock was now very hard. I positioned myself and pushed against her arse.
“No! Please stop!” She said.
Too fucking late I said and lunged into her arse.
She cried out in pain. I had lost it and didn’t care anymore. I was raping her arse.
My revenge on Jean. Fuck her mothers arse. I finally came.
“You dirty bastard!” She said crying. Yeah but you loved it didn’t you? With that I stuck my cock in her mouth and told her to clean it up.
After this night, she said nothing more about it. She even started staying over when I was on late shift. We fucked a few times more.
Chapter 11 End game
Jean had the kids for a day bringing them home at their bedtime. She hung around while I got them to bed.
“Can we talk?” She asked.
What about?
“Us” she said
Ok, talk
She began to tell me that the guy she was living with was a “no good loser” What a shame, I said dryly.
“Could I come home?” She asked.
Are you serious? I asked. After what you’ve done? You humiliated me in front of all our friends. You’ve fucked most of my mates. Your just like your mother, a fucking whore.
“What do you mean about my Mum?”
I took great pleasure in telling Jean that I was fucking her mother’s cunt and arse. The look was priceless…
She couldn’t believe it. “My mother?!” She said. Yeah, she’s a pretty good fuck for an ugly hag and she knows how to lick arse too. Jean was shocked. “Not my Mum she couldn’t!” She said.
I said. Your Mum also likes to peg me….
“No! She just couldn’t!” Said Jean
I just couldn’t help but laugh.
So you see girl. You fucked up our life and now I fuck your mother.
Life after Jean was just beginning, or was it?