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Becky Was Bad (B)

byJust Plain Bob©

She had worked on me for over two weeks to talk me into coming to this party and I had to admit that my reservations about meeting and getting along with her co-workers were groundless. I was getting along great with them although I did wonder why the women, especially those talking in groups, kept looking my way. I kept wondering if I'd left my fly open. The men there seemed to be mostly my age and in talking with them I found that we had a lot in common. Several were old car buffs and they wanted to talk about the problems I had encountered, and was still encountering, in rebuilding my 1965 Mustang. All of them seemed to be sports nuts and with our fair city having five professional sports teams (if you count soccer) there was plenty to talk about. They were a very friendly bunch and went out of their way to help me fit in. I knew that my wife Becky was going to be in a major "I told you so" mood when we got home that night and I resigned myself to it.

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Becky and I had been married six years when the company that I worked for went bankrupt. Regardless of all the talk about the economy being so great I had a hard time finding a job that paid as well as my previous job and I ended up taking on two jobs, one full and one part time, to help us stay ahead of our bills and keep us afloat while sending out resumes. Becky decided that she was going to go back to work so I could give up the part time job. It took her a week but she landed a job as a secretary/bookkeeper at a local warehouse distribution center. The money was enough to allow me to quit one of my two jobs, but I decided not to, at least just yet; I felt the need to build up the savings account against the next potential disaster.

Between Becky's job and my two we didn't have a well ordered home life and sometimes we would go with out speaking to each other for days; she would be asleep when I got home and I would be asleep when she left for work. As you might imagine, it played hell with our sex life. We did seem to make up for it when we did manage to get together and it didn't seem to be that much of a problem.

This went on for over a year and I finally found a job that paid almost as much as I had been making at my bankrupt employer. Once I began keeping regular hours I began to notice things that I hadn't been around to notice before. Things like the overtime Becky was working, the phone calls she got in the evenings from her co-workers asking her where things were; where this file or that might be and a couple of times a week she would have to run back to work and take care of somebody's problem. I hadn't realized that she had become so indispensable in her job. I told Becky that now that we were back on our feet she could quit her job, but she told me that she didn't want to. She said she liked the daily challenges and liked the feeling that they really needed her. This put me in a snit because now that I didn't have to work two jobs I wanted to spend more time with her and I did not want to share her with her job. That was the mood I was in when she asked me to go to the party with her and why I really hadn't wanted to go.

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I was surprised, but I was having a really good time. One of the guys, Ted, asked me if I played pool and when I said I liked to but wasn't very good at it he said it sounded like my game and his were the same. He led me to the basement where there was a pool table and we started playing. He was right; his game wasn't any better than mine and I beat him to games in a row, mostly by using my secret weapon - luck - before a couple of other guys came down and challenged the winner. I was on a roll and won three more games in a row against three different guys. Again it was mostly my secret weapon, but a lot of it was due to their dumb mistakes. I had some how managed to find a whole lot of players worse than me.

And then my life turned to shit.

I had to take a potty break and luckily, or unluckily as things turned out, there was a half bathroom in the basement. I was standing at the toilet draining the old lizard when I heard voices coming out of the vent just above my head. The ducting for the bathroom must have been pretty close to the duct to a room on the floor above and I could hear quite clearly.

"Stop you guys. I can't do this here. Not now, not with my husband here."

It was Becky's voice and a man's voice said, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about your husband baby, we have that angle covered."

"I don't care" Becky said, "It just isn't right for me to do this when he is here."

The man said, "Don't worry baby. Ted, Sid and Dale will keep him on the pool table until we are done and them Bill and I will go down and challenge him while Ted, Sid and Dale take their turn. Come on baby, this beats having to sneak out of the house and meet us at a motel."

Becky said, "I don't care, it's just not glumph" the last word garbled as if something had been stuffed in her mouth and I had a pretty damn good idea what that something was. Confirmation came almost immediately as another man's voice said, "That's it baby, suck my cock."

I was in the process of shaking the last few drops off my dick when I became aware of the fact that it was hard. Apparently the fact that my wife was being fucked in the room just above my head was more of a turn on than I would have thought. I should have been pissed but instead I was stroking my dick and wondering what she looked like getting fucked by someone else. A man's voice said, "That's it Bill, fuck that tight little pussy. God honey, I sure do love the way you can use your mouth."

There was a muffled reply as Becky tried to say something with her mouth full and the thought made my cock twitch. I remembered all the nights that Becky had been called back into work to take care of a problem and know I knew what those problems were - hard dicks that needed attention. I wondered how long this had been going on; at least the last three months since that is how long I'd only been working one job, but for how long before?

Upstairs I heard a man's voice say, "Here it comes baby, I'm gonna shoot" and then a frantic Becky "No, no, you can't. I didn't wear my diaphragm tonight, oh god no!" as the man said "Sorry baby, too late."

Then the other man said "My turn now. God but I love the way you feel when you're full of cum."

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Ted said, "You all right in there?"

I opened the door and put a finger to my lips to indicate that I wanted him to be quiet and then I motioned for him to come in. When he hesitated I reached out and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in. He started to say something and then he heard through the vent, "That's it Becky baby, wiggle your ass, take my cock all the way in."

Ted's face paled as he realized that I knew what was going on at both the pool table and upstairs. He started to say something but I again put my finger to my lips and gave him a look that said "Shut up or get a fist in your face."

Through the vent I heard a man say, "I'm cumming sweetie" and a garbled noise from Becky (she undoubtedly had a cock in her mouth again) who was probably trying to say please don't, I don't have my protection. Well, I thought, like the first guy had said, too late sweetie, way too late and I wondered if I was going to become a daddy because of the party she'd drug me too. She had at least two loads in her all ready and the night was still young.

Upstairs I heard one man say that they needed to get down to the basement and give Ted, Sid and Dale their chance. "Don't go away pretty Becky. There will be fresh cock for you in just a minute."

Becky said, "Are you sure my husband won't find out?"

And then a man's voice said, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it baby, we'll make sure he doesn't find out. We don't want to go and ruin a good thing, now do we."

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When the two men, Mark and Bill, came downstairs they found me sitting on the pool table and Ted, Dale and Sid standing off to the side looking worried. Mark said, "Okay, who's got the table? I've got the winner."

"Well, there seems to be some question about that" I said, "I am probably one of the worst pool players in the world and yet some how I've managed to keep the table long enough for the two of you to fuck my wife. I would even guess that since I still have the table I could probably keep it long enough for Sid, Ted and Dale to go up and do the same. Or am I wrong?"

Mark looked at me and then over at Ted and the other guys. Ted just shrugged and said; "He heard everything through the vent in the bathroom ceiling."

Mark looked back at me and spread his hands, "Okay, where do we go from here?"

I looked at him for a minute and then said, "I've still got the table. If you beat me you all get to go back upstairs and fuck Becky till she bleeds. If I win, all of you have to set me up with your wives, agreed?"

They all looked at each other and I could see that some of them did not want to agree, but Mark turned to me and said, "Rack them."

Things did not go my way. Since I had the table I got to break and I sank three solids. I sank two more before I missed. Mark sank one ball and then scratched. I sank two more and then all I had to do was call the eight ball and the game was over, but I didn't want to win. I had no interest in any of their wives - I wanted to watch them with mine. But as I looked at the faces around the table and saw the worry and fear I changed my mind. These assholes had been fucking my wife on a regular basis and they hadn't given one rat's ass about how I might have felt about it. They had just bet their wives on what they had thought was a sure thing, and without consulting their wives.

Fuck em!

I lined up the eight, called the corner pocket and made the shot. I smiled at them and said, "Okay. You want to flip coins or draw straws to see which wife I get first?"

I looked around and saw what I expected to see, they were going to welch on the deal. I said, "How about yours Dale. I really liked the looks of her tits."

Dale got a pained expression on his face and said, "Look, I'm sorry that your wife is a slut, but my wife just isn't that way."

I looked around at the others and said, "Is that the way it's going to be? Okay" I said, "we will do it my way" and before they could say anything I went upstairs and into the living room.

"Ladies, if I could have your attention please? Would the wives of Bill, Ted, Dale, Sid and Mark please come here?"

I saw several women look at each other and then five of them walked over toward me. I asked them to follow me into the next room so I could speak to them privately. I saw their husbands come up out of the basement, but they were too late to stop things. Even if they tried to drag their wives away I would talk loud enough so that the women would hear. I told them about what was going on in the bedroom with Becky, how long it had been going on, how I had found out about it and about how their husbands had put them up to cover a wager and had lost.

"Now they are trying to renege and since I'm a poor loser I thought you should at least know about it."

One pretty little brunette said, "Is this just bullshit or can you prove it?"

"Find the bedroom that Becky is in and ask her."

The five of them looked at each other and then they stormed off to find Becky with their husbands trying to stop them. I heard one holler "Here she is" and then five minutes later the pretty brunette came back and said, "When and where do you want me. I'll teach that cocksucker to cheat on me and then put me up as a bet."

"How about my house and right now?"

"Let's go!"

As we walked out of the house Bill tried to grab her and keep her from going, "Get your fucking hands off me you piece of shit!" and she kept walking. When we got to the car I said, "I've had my revenge. You can go on back."

She looked at me and said, "You might have gotten yours, but I'm just starting on mine. By the way, my name is Mary, what's yours?"

I told her and she said, "Let's get to your place sweetie. I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life." And she did.

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Becky did not come home the next day. I got a call from her mother saying that she was going to spend a few days over there. It has been five weeks now and I still haven't talked to her. She calls me at home and work a couple of times a day, but I hang up on her. We may talk someday, but not now.

Over the next two weeks Mary came by my house almost every day, but she's down to several times a week now. She had a long talk with Debbie, Mark's wife, and shortly after Debbie called, and she was followed by Dale's wife Jenny, and Sid's wife Glenda. I have my own little harem going right now. Ted's wife is the only one that hasn't called, but Mary said I can expect her to call any day now.

I hadn't planned on it working out this way, but I'm not going to complain. I asked Mary how long she planned on punishing Bill and she said "That depends on you sweetie. He was part of a gang bang on your wife and I'm not going to be even with him until I have a gang bang of my own. Your choice, you can keep fucking me from now on, or you can set me up a gangbang and get me out of your life."

I smiled at her, "Better bring your toothbrush honey. It sounds like you may be around for the rest of my life."

She smiled back at me and said, "Want a blow job?"

I smiled at her and said, "Race you to the bedroom."

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