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Revenge
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Straight Male / 38
Her Godmother
Last week, I left work early and headed home to find my own personal nightmare waiting for me in the driveway. There was another truck in the driveway, and when I walked in the house I heard my wife moaning loudly from our bedroom and a slapping sound. I knew what was going on, but I had to take a peek through the open bedroom door - my wife was getting fucked by another guy, I didn't know him. I felt sick to my stomach, light headed, the room started spinning.
I had to get outside - so I went back out, got in my car, and drove away. Yeah, I cried. I knew Tina was a bit bored, she'd said as much. We'd been working on it, even went to therapy. I thought we were getting better. Again, I had no idea who the guy was, just that he looked about ten years younger than me. I was driving aimlessly, so I pulled over in a parking lot.
That's when I got the idea - I called my wife's godmother, Ava. Ava is 62 years old, brunette, originally from France. About a year ago, Ava pretty much told me at the family Christmas party that if I needed anything - ANYTHING she said as she rubbed my hand and looked intensely into my eyes - all I had to do was call her. So I did, and I blubbered into the phone. Ava told me to come over. By this time, it was getting toward evening, and I got a text from my wife asking when I was going to be home and if I could pick up a couple of things. I ignored it, and drove to Ava's apartment.
Ava greeted me with a huge hug, wearing a super silky kimono style robe and black fishnets. She's still somewhat toned, though she clearly is an older woman. Her hair is perfectly kept, though, shoulder length and perfectly gray. She had me sit on her couch, poured us some wine, and asked me what happened. I told her what I saw, cried a bit more, and she pulled me close to her and told me everything would be okay. That I'd stay the night in the apartment and in the morning figure everything out.
And she kissed my ear, gently at first, but with more intensity as she moved to my neck. She told me tonight to just enjoy her, in that accent. Before I knew what was going on, that kimono was open and I saw the matching black panties (lace thong) and push up bra that went with those fishnets, and she was undressing me, slowly rubbing my neck and shoulders, encouraging me to drink more wine and kissing me every time I took a sip to get a taste herself. I was in my boxers - she pulled my cock through the slot and used it to lead me to her bedroom, the black wrought iron bed with white sheets and tons of pillows, perfectly made.
She had me sit on the edge of the bed, stroking my hardening cock the entire time. Then she looked up at me and licked from the base of my cock all the way to the tip, delightfully slow, deliberate. Let me love you tonight, she said, and took my boxers off to lick my balls with soft kitten licks, smelling them at the same time she was caressing them and my cock. This turned into a very sultry and slow tongue job, just licking the head of my cock, then the precum that came from the tip, then the head again, over and over for what felt like forever. I started to cum, and she gently jerked me off all over her fishnets and panties, her flat but slightly flabby stomach. She leaned back to make sure all of me went all over her. Now rest, she said, pointing to the bed. I got under the covers and slept immediately.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to find her lying next to me, in my arms, completely naked. I looked at her aging, but still desirable, body. Her cute little saggy tits, the cellulite on her ass, the salt and pepper hair over her pussy. Hugging her closer, she woke up and without missing a beat leaned up and kissed me gently, then slid her hand down her body and began touching herself. I already came once, I let you sleep, she said - want to watch me? I did, and I watched her, held her, kissed her, while she masturbated. Eventually she got out a vibrator from the side table and replaced it on her pussy. Her fingers went to my mouth, taste me she said. I did.
Slowly, she worked herself up to an orgasm, and I held her as she shuddered lightly in my arms, moaning sweetly but quietly. Then her mouth was on my cock again for a few moments, then I felt her pussy as she mounted me and rode me slowly, deliberately. I came in her moaning her name loudly in her ear, one hand on her ass, the other entangled in her hair. She dismounted, then grabbed her thong off the floor and put it back on. I loved thinking about my cum sliding out of her into that thong. We slept.
In the morning I called out sick - she made me breakfast and we looked at my phone. Many missed texts and calls and messages, getting more hostile as the hours went by. Go to her, pack up anything you need, and come back here, she said. My goddaughter, she sighed. I walked back into the bedroom to collect my clothes and hit the bathroom to wash up. On top of the hamper I saw the thong, saw the cum stain in it. I grabbed that and left.
When I got to my house, Tina was waiting. She was angry, cursing me, accusing me of cheating, all kinds of craziness. I said nothing as I walked past her in the yard into the house. One of our neighbors had come out and asked if we were okay, Tina told them I'd run off and she was worried about me. Ha. Tina followed me in and kept at it.
I saw the truck in the driveway yesterday, heard the guy fucking you, saw it, I said quietly. Tina shifted into full on attack mode at that point, telling me how it was all my fault and I never paid attention to her. I responded by slamming the thong on the dining room table and walking to our room to pack. It was still wet. What's this, she said.
Ask your godmother. That's where I went, that's where I'm going back to. I want a divorce. And you aren't getting shit, you goddamn bitch. I packed up and left, and have been staying with Ava ever since.
I had to get outside - so I went back out, got in my car, and drove away. Yeah, I cried. I knew Tina was a bit bored, she'd said as much. We'd been working on it, even went to therapy. I thought we were getting better. Again, I had no idea who the guy was, just that he looked about ten years younger than me. I was driving aimlessly, so I pulled over in a parking lot.
That's when I got the idea - I called my wife's godmother, Ava. Ava is 62 years old, brunette, originally from France. About a year ago, Ava pretty much told me at the family Christmas party that if I needed anything - ANYTHING she said as she rubbed my hand and looked intensely into my eyes - all I had to do was call her. So I did, and I blubbered into the phone. Ava told me to come over. By this time, it was getting toward evening, and I got a text from my wife asking when I was going to be home and if I could pick up a couple of things. I ignored it, and drove to Ava's apartment.
Ava greeted me with a huge hug, wearing a super silky kimono style robe and black fishnets. She's still somewhat toned, though she clearly is an older woman. Her hair is perfectly kept, though, shoulder length and perfectly gray. She had me sit on her couch, poured us some wine, and asked me what happened. I told her what I saw, cried a bit more, and she pulled me close to her and told me everything would be okay. That I'd stay the night in the apartment and in the morning figure everything out.
And she kissed my ear, gently at first, but with more intensity as she moved to my neck. She told me tonight to just enjoy her, in that accent. Before I knew what was going on, that kimono was open and I saw the matching black panties (lace thong) and push up bra that went with those fishnets, and she was undressing me, slowly rubbing my neck and shoulders, encouraging me to drink more wine and kissing me every time I took a sip to get a taste herself. I was in my boxers - she pulled my cock through the slot and used it to lead me to her bedroom, the black wrought iron bed with white sheets and tons of pillows, perfectly made.
She had me sit on the edge of the bed, stroking my hardening cock the entire time. Then she looked up at me and licked from the base of my cock all the way to the tip, delightfully slow, deliberate. Let me love you tonight, she said, and took my boxers off to lick my balls with soft kitten licks, smelling them at the same time she was caressing them and my cock. This turned into a very sultry and slow tongue job, just licking the head of my cock, then the precum that came from the tip, then the head again, over and over for what felt like forever. I started to cum, and she gently jerked me off all over her fishnets and panties, her flat but slightly flabby stomach. She leaned back to make sure all of me went all over her. Now rest, she said, pointing to the bed. I got under the covers and slept immediately.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to find her lying next to me, in my arms, completely naked. I looked at her aging, but still desirable, body. Her cute little saggy tits, the cellulite on her ass, the salt and pepper hair over her pussy. Hugging her closer, she woke up and without missing a beat leaned up and kissed me gently, then slid her hand down her body and began touching herself. I already came once, I let you sleep, she said - want to watch me? I did, and I watched her, held her, kissed her, while she masturbated. Eventually she got out a vibrator from the side table and replaced it on her pussy. Her fingers went to my mouth, taste me she said. I did.
Slowly, she worked herself up to an orgasm, and I held her as she shuddered lightly in my arms, moaning sweetly but quietly. Then her mouth was on my cock again for a few moments, then I felt her pussy as she mounted me and rode me slowly, deliberately. I came in her moaning her name loudly in her ear, one hand on her ass, the other entangled in her hair. She dismounted, then grabbed her thong off the floor and put it back on. I loved thinking about my cum sliding out of her into that thong. We slept.
In the morning I called out sick - she made me breakfast and we looked at my phone. Many missed texts and calls and messages, getting more hostile as the hours went by. Go to her, pack up anything you need, and come back here, she said. My goddaughter, she sighed. I walked back into the bedroom to collect my clothes and hit the bathroom to wash up. On top of the hamper I saw the thong, saw the cum stain in it. I grabbed that and left.
When I got to my house, Tina was waiting. She was angry, cursing me, accusing me of cheating, all kinds of craziness. I said nothing as I walked past her in the yard into the house. One of our neighbors had come out and asked if we were okay, Tina told them I'd run off and she was worried about me. Ha. Tina followed me in and kept at it.
I saw the truck in the driveway yesterday, heard the guy fucking you, saw it, I said quietly. Tina shifted into full on attack mode at that point, telling me how it was all my fault and I never paid attention to her. I responded by slamming the thong on the dining room table and walking to our room to pack. It was still wet. What's this, she said.
Ask your godmother. That's where I went, that's where I'm going back to. I want a divorce. And you aren't getting shit, you goddamn bitch. I packed up and left, and have been staying with Ava ever since.
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