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Becky's Revenge Pays Off - FTDS

byFinishTheDamnStory©

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Revenge Ramifications - my ending to LaffWithMe's Becky's Revenge

http://www.literotica.com/s/beckys-revenge

LaffWithMe has some strange ideas. A guy doesn't like to kiss his wife after receiving a blowjob. So she thinks it's Ok to suck off his boss and co-workers at a company party, and kiss him with their taste still in his mouth. Ha ha.

The original story is very short, less than one full page. I suggest you read it first before this sequel.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.


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Hi. It's me again, Becky Ann Mills. Twenty-three years old and happily married to Dave for the last five years.

Did you ever do something that seemed like a great idea at the time, and you had second thoughts afterward?

I did. Just last Saturday. Dave doesn't like to kiss me after I give him a blowjob. It's not that I mind blowing him, I like doing that. But I think he should have the decency to kiss me after, if I'm willing to do that for him. Other than that, he's a pretty great guy. Loving husband, good provider, all the stuff a girl dreams of.

So back to last Saturday. It was a party at his boss's house. I was a little pissed at him, for the aforementioned reason. When his boss Paul started hitting on me, I had a great idea for some sweet revenge. I gave the old fart a blowjob in the bathroom, then went to my husband with the taste still in my mouth and kissed him. The bastard didn't even notice!

That pissed me off even worse. I went to all that effort for a little payback, and nothing. So I found another 'donor', Tom, a new guy at Dave's work. Back to the bathroom, I earned another deposit. I ran out of the room, the entire inside of my mouth coated with another man's come, and laid a huge lip-lock on my darling Dave, and gave him a taste. He didn't like it, complaining I tasted like bad booze. Bingo!

I decided then and there, I'd give him another taste. But next time, I wouldn't swallow before he received his kiss.

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I was laying around the house, taking it easy, trying to figure out how I'd get another mouthful of bitter sin, and force it on Dave. Saturday's party had been a kick, and I couldn't wait to try it again.

I was surprised when Dave walked in the door, around 2:00 pm. He put down his briefcase, and stared at me. He didn't look happy.

"What's wrong baby? Why are you home from work so early?" I asked.

"I no longer have 'work' to go to, Becky dear," he said, heading to the bar and pouring himself a drink.

"You lost your job? What happened? What did you do?" This wasn't good. I didn't work. Dave was a great provider, and we were looking forward to starting a family. I'd left my job a year ago and had never been happier.

"I didn't do anything. It seems Mrs. Barns, the owner of our business doesn't appreciate some of the activities that went on at the latest company party. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Becky darling?"

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about. What activities?"

"It seems you were spotted leaving a bathroom with Paul Barns, my boss, and the business owner's husband. When confronted, he told his wife that he'd had sex with you in the bathroom."

Impossible! That low-life bastard! How could he say that? "No! It's not true, Dave. I only gave him a blowjob. We didn't have sex. I wouldn't do that to you."

"A blowjob isn't sex?" he asked.

"Please Dave. You have to let me explain. It had nothing to do with the sex. I...I was still a little PO'd that you wouldn't kiss me after, uh, after coming in my mouth. I was a little drunk, so I thought it would be funny for you to taste the cum in my mouth, and see it wasn't so bad really. That's all it was. A little joke. It was just the one time, and it meant nothing."

"So I guess that Tom, the new guy was lying about how he nailed some slut in a sexy dress with the push-up bra? He sure told an entertaining story in the break room. Funny, the bra he described sounded a lot like yours. Everything about the slut sounded exactly like you."

Shit. This wasn't good. It was just a little payback. He had to understand. "I didn't fuck him, Dave. It was just a quick suck. You have to remember. I came back to you immediately after. When I kissed you, you said I tasted like bad booze."

"So that wasn't bad booze? You were forcing another man's cum on me? In front of everyone, at my company party? Is that it?"

"That was all, I swear."

"How many other people have you fucked around with?" he asked me.

That got me a little pissed. He had no right to insinuate anything like that. It was just two stupid blowjobs. "I don't think I like what you're implying. It was just the two. That's all. I didn't fuck around, all I did was get them to give me some cum in my mouth so I could surprise you. Don't make it worse than it is."

"I don't believe you, Becky. What's the chance that the two times I find out about you cheating on me are the only two times you've done it? Why should I believe your lies about what you did, when the two men tell different stories, and have nothing to gain by lying? No, you lied to me, you cheated on me, and got me fired from my job. I can never trust you again."

This wasn't good. I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious. He didn't trust me! He'd known me since high-school, we'd been married five years. How could he say such a hurtful thing? What were we going to do? I started to reply when he finished his drink and walked out of the room. "Dave! Wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing. I'm leaving you, Becky. I can't stay married to someone who would do that. A cheating slut and a liar."

I ran after him, grabbing his arm. "I didn't cheat, Dave. I swear. It was only two stupid blowjobs. That's all. I promise. I was drunk and had a bad idea for a little revenge, but that's all it was. You have to believe me. We can get past this, I know we can."

"Revenge, Becky? Because I didn't kiss you after a blowjob. Did you kiss them, after you sucked them dry?"

"N-n-no, I didn't want to kiss them. I only wanted to kiss you. You're my husband, and I love you."

He yanked his arm away, and pulled down the biggest suitcase from the top of the closet. "How wonderful. You'll only kiss me. I'm the only one that has to taste the adulterous cum in your mouth. You'll blow other men, but you'll only kiss me. What was it going to be next time? Kiss me with a mouthful of someone else's spunk?"

His accusation was dead-on, and I was stuck without a response.

He stared at me, and I saw the look of revulsion. "Jesus, Becky! You were, weren't you? That was your next step toward revenge? Let me guess, after that I'd have to eat their cum out of your pussy, right? Just leave me alone you disgusting tramp. I'll be out of your hair in 10 minutes. You'll never have to worry about me kissing you after a blowjob again. You'll never have to concern yourself with any kisses at all."

Why couldn't he understand? It was just a joke. A bit of sweet revenge. That's all.

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Becky Anne here again. I figure I should get you caught up. It's been a while since that miserable weekend.

I took a lot of heat from the family, once I explained why he left. He let them believe I'd cheated on him. Nobody seemed to get it. I never cheated. I gave up a couple of meaningless blowjobs. It meant nothing.

I got my cashier job back. We lost the apartment when I couldn't make the rent. We ended up both living at home. He was having a difficult time finding a job. Rumor had it he'd been blackballed, for trying to use his wife to get ahead. The only job offer he got included my being a part of the package, an executive 'benefit'. When they found out we were separated, the job fell through.

The new apartment is small. I work as many hours as I can, while he stays home and continues his job search. It took me four long months to convince him to move in with me. If I wasn't in my second trimester, and showing, I don't think he would have done it. He says he's gonna get the baby tested and if it's not his, he'll divorce me.

Thank God I know that's not an issue. I've never had sex with anyone but Dave.

I've tried to make it up to him. God knows I've tried. Last weekend was the first time he let me go down on him since that stupid party. I had almost earned my reward when he pushed me roughly away. "No. Not in your mouth. I'm not going to give you another reason to cheat on me," he snapped.

It was a cruel thing to say. I mean, seriously, my hormones are all over the place, and all I was trying to do was make him happy. Why can't he just let it go? I've apologized, and promised it was the first and last time. We're going to have a family together. He needs to forget about it, and move on.

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Becky here. Let me tell you, I've had better days.

I just spent the last 12 hours on my feet. I'd picked up Charise's shift. We could use the money. I was eight months along, and big as a house. I walked in the door, and I knew right away something was wrong.

The letter was lying on the table, his wedding ring on top of it.

Dear Becky,

I'm sorry. I tried. I thought we could make it, but I've never been able to get past the fact that you see nothing wrong in what you did. You thought it was only a joke, a little payback.

It was adultery, and you broke our wedding vows. I can never trust you again, and that's no way to live your life.

Every time you're late coming home, I wonder what you're up to, who you're with. When I lose track of you for five minutes at a party, I have an irresistible urge to search the bathrooms. I wish it were otherwise.

Through your thoughtless actions, you destroyed two marriages, and made me a laughing stock. The humiliation of being offered a job, only if you were available for 'executive' parties will stick with me the rest of my life.

It's pretty clear now that I'll never work in my field in this town. I've accepted a job offer in Tampa. I'll send you my address and phone number once I've settled in.

Please let me know if the baby is mine. If it is, I'll work out some kind of child support.

I hope you find a man who's willing to kiss you after a blowjob. I didn't think it was that big an issue, certainly not worth destroying a marriage over, but I guess it is to you.

You're a good woman, and I loved you with all my heart. I sincerely hope that you find what you're looking for, and have a great life. I'm only sorry that it can't be with me. I'm leaving you everything except my car and clothing. Good luck in the future.

Love, Dave

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My name is Becky Anne Darlington. I'm 25 years old and the mother of the most adorable son in the world.

It's difficult being a single mother, with a reputation as a slut. I've had a hell of a time losing my baby weight, and the long hours and responsibility for little Dave leave me little time for anything else. I don't mind the work, but I wish I had more time for my perfect baby boy.

Dave sends checks. It helps a lot. Twenty percent of his paycheck is more than I earn working 60 hours a week. I keep hoping that one day, he'll come for me, and we can be together again, like we should be.

That hope is fading. His family is good to me, and I make sure they get to see little Dave as often as they want. More often, probably, since they take care of him two days a week, while my parents handle the other three. When I dropped him off at Grandma Mills' house today, they broke the news that Dave's engaged. They say he's doing well, has had two promotions, and is very happy. They showed me a picture. The bitch has big tits.

It's not fair. He gets to be happy, and I'm stuck.

It was only a stupid joke. A few minutes in the bathroom that meant nothing. A little sweet revenge.

Not so sweet now, I guess.

I haven't given up. I know some day he'll realize it was meaningless, and I love him as much today as the day I met him. Somehow we'll be together again. I know it. When we are, I'll update this memoir.

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"Whatcha reading, Honey?"

Dave closed the small notebook, and put it to the side. He smiled at his wife of 42 years. The love of his life, and mother of his three children. "A chapter out of my past," he explained.

"Something Dave Jr. left with that box of stuff he brought by?"

Dave nodded.

"He's a great kid. I'm so glad you worked out things with that stupid ex of yours. Sometimes I felt like writing her a letter, thanking her for trashing your marriage. I guess it's a little late now."

"I guess so. Things worked out best in the end, didn't they?"

She grinned. "I'd say so. Feeling a little randy?" She leaned over and opened his pants, taking him in her mouth.

"Does it ever bother you, that I don't..."

"Please! Not that BS again. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. I couldn't care less. I like doing it for you. Just like I love when you go down on me. It's been over 40 years. Let it go."

Once more he shut away the memories, the twinge of guilt he still felt a lifetime later. He let his wife pleasure him, and forgot about the past. At least for a while.

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by Tavadelphin01/03/14

Nice work -

Simple direct - she had no clue he never could have accepted that she could be trusted to not do something even more ridiculous in the future as she had clue what was wrong with what she did.

The onlymore...

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Beautiful ending.

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Excellent ending to another authors story that ended in a mess.

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Very sad tale of bimbo psychology 101....Don't get caught.

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When you were dating,

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