Can't Abide Cheating

I enjoyed working as a masseuse except for one thing. I detested getting hit on by married guys. With single guys I didn't mind as much, and was pleasant when turning them down. With married guys an inner rage built up, and while I wasn't completely rude, I wasn't really gentle in shooting them down. Some of the more irrepressible ones I even dropped as clients, but others who paid well and were a little more subtle I kept on.

Rick and I had a great sex life. My passion barely cooled over the years, and I was sure that Rick had no complaints. We alternately made love and fucked, and we were spontaneous. We also loved experimentation, although if we were both really horny our always successful standby was Rick sitting on the couch and me sitting on his cock facing away from him. I just loved it when that big mushroom head snaked its way up my willing pussy, and in that position he could squeeze my boobs and I could massage his balls as we fucked.

When we had been married five years, and it was about six months before my twenty-eighth birthday and just after Rick's thirtieth, we decided that it was time for a bambino. My plan all along was to quit working as a masseuse and put Alicia into mothballs once I got pregnant. I would continue to work part time at the gym until my third trimester, after which I would stop working all together and become a stay-at-home Mom, at least until a second child was in school.

Rick was thrilled to go along with my plan. The small business that he owned was doing very well. While we were not likely to become filthy rich, we were certainly financially comfortable.

I found out that I was pregnant two days before my twenty-eighth birthday, when I was about five weeks along. I didn't tell Rick right away for two reasons. The first was that I wanted to tell him under the right circumstances and parlay that news into a long weekend fuck fest at some luxury resort. The second was that I wanted to immediately start winding down my massage business and wanted to see how easy that was going to be before I gave him the good news.

Of course you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice, men, and women, don't you; they sometimes get fucked up. Mine did.

It was probably the pregnancy hormones that caused my tolerance for the married assholes that hit on me to evaporate, and turn to some sort of a psychological revenge against my father by fucking up the assholes. When Charles, one of my regular married male clients, was none too subtle, and even mistakenly on purpose exposed his dick to me during a massage the day after my birthday, something in me snapped.

"Charles you love to talk a big game, but I don't think that your body can cash the checks your mouth writes," I flirtingly said while finishing up his massage a few minutes after his "wardrobe malfunction" (actually a "towel" malfunction).

"Oh yeah," was his enthusiastic reply. "Try me."

"I don't think that you'd be willing to go along with what I'd be up for; I like games," I replied in a seductive voice.

The towel on his crotch mysteriously rose up as he responded "Just tell me what you have in mind."

"Give me your cell phone number when we're done and after I make some plans I'll give you a call," I tittered.

Of course he did give me his cell phone number and tried to kiss me, but I warded him off, although I didn't go ballistic when he gave me a pinch on my ass - instead I just smiled.

In the next two days, three other married guys hit on me for about the umpteenth time each, and I handled them much the same way as Charles. Over that weekend I called and canceled all of my other clients, telling them the truth - that I was taking a long hiatus to deliver my first child - and devoted the rest of my time to making the married philanderers pay.

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My plan to teach the cheaters a lesson was simple in concept, difficult in execution. I planned to tell them to meet me in a hotel room, and to lay on the bed blindfolded and naked waiting for me. I promised that when I arrived that I would suck then fuck them. In reality, I would get their wives there under the pretense of meeting their husband, and see how things played out. I would hide a video camera in the room and film their sessions to see how complete my revenge was.

All four guys were thrilled with my little game-playing suggestion. In fact one of them, Bruce, was so excited he said "I have a really good looking friend who I owe a favor to. Can I bring him along? I know that all the women who have been with him rave about his dick."

I really wanted to teach Bruce a lesson, so over the phone I nonchalantly said "sure," while breaking a pencil I was so pissed.

The upcoming Thursday was Valentine's Day, so I got them all to commit to a morning or afternoon tet-a-tet. I rented a room in a hotel that still had old-fashioned keys for the day before and the day after V-Day in addition to that day, and the room next to it for V-Day and the next. When I picked up the key I cut off the heavy metal plate that it was attached to that said "Do Not Copy," took it to my local hardware store, and had eight copies made. Then I had a friend reattach the plate with the same type of link that it had originally.

It was an easy job to find all four of the wives; I had their home addresses from the checks that their husbands paid me with for my massage services. I drafted up a really cheesy poem for each. The day before V-Day I had the cheesy poem, a red rose, and one of the keys hand-delivered to each of the wives. The one for Charles' wife was:

"Darling Bernice:

For a special treat

Please I do meet

For treatment so sweet;

On the day for lovers

Under a hotel's covers

Our passion then hovers;

Don't tell hubby

Even though you be bubbly

Nor any other buddy!

Your hubby Charles "[there were big Xs through "hubby Charles" but it was intentionally still readable]"secret admirer!

The enclosed key is to Room 312 at the LeClaire Hotel in Old Town. Be there at noon sharp; I'll be waiting! And remember, don't say a word to me or anyone else - you'll spoil the mood! We'll leave our keys in the room when we're done!"

I talked to Charles, Bill, Simon and Bruce, the cheating assholes, on the phone one last time. I told each of them that I would have a key to room 312 delivered to them the day before we met. I told Bill to be there by 9:50 a. m. at the latest and to be waiting for me to arrive at 10:00 a. m. sharp, Bill by 11:50 a. m., Simon by 1:50 p. m., and Bruce and his friend by 3:50, with the wives to arrive ten minutes after them.

I didn't really think that it would work for all of them, but if I just got one cheater nailed I'd be happy. I was never going to see any of them again since I had shut down my business and vacated my sublet office, and they would never be able to find Alicia since nothing would remain of her but her hefty bank account and brokerage holdings. The only address for Alicia that I had ever given anyone was a private mail drop, and I had also canceled that and didn't leave a forwarding address.

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I have to say that I was really excited as V-Day approached. I told Rick that I had some things that I had to do and would not get home until about 7:00 p. m., but that I promised him a great meal and some good news. He said not to worry since he had something going on and wouldn't be home until then either, and that we could even celebrate V-Day on Friday instead of Thursday if I wanted.

The first cheater's session didn't go quite as planned. Bill got there by 9:30 he was so excited. I hoped that the other guys would not be early too since if they overlapped it would be a disaster. Bill almost immediately got naked and was walking around stroking his dick. About three minutes to 10:00 he blindfolded himself with the blindfold that I had had delivered to him with his key, and lay on his back on the bed with his cock sticking up in the air. His wife Tricia stole into the room right on time.

Tricia came prepared. She took off her raincoat and was naked underneath. She immediately started sucking Bill's dick and he was moaning in pleasure as she also fondled his balls and he blindly reached for and grabbed her tits. Tricia is a vey nice looking woman, but had been short-changed in the boobs department - she had an A- cup. Since I have a C+ and always wore a tight top when doing a massage, tiny boobs was not what Bill was expecting when he made contact with them.

While Tricia was working on him with alacrity I could see Bill surreptitiously lift up a corner of his mask. To his credit, he didn't jump up, scream, shinny away, or anything of the sort; he took it in stride.

Bill started saying stuff like "I saw your hot married pussy in the grocery store and I had to have you." "Get your tight little cunt up here." "I'm going to bang you like your husband never has." He was obviously a great actor.

From the look on Tricia's face she was really enjoying his comments. Momentarily they started fucking and as soon as they did I stopped watching. It was being recorded so I could play back the end later. I was hoping that they didn't go on too long, however, but had a plan to get them out of the room before Charles was due to arrive if they did.

When about 11:15 I saw Bill and Tricia leave Room 312 arm-in-arm and giggling I breathed a sigh of relief. I replayed their interaction after they were through fucking. They were all lovey-dovey; Tricia had a star-struck look on her face. I'd say that Bill's was more a look of relief than anything else, although he was sure to smile whenever she looked at him. After watching this unexpected conclusion, I erased the video of their encounter - I'm not a voyeur.

Charles arrived right on time and blindfolded and stroked himself as he lay on the bed. Bernice was also right on time. She started playing with his balls and going "Uhmmmm." Poor Charles didn't react well.

"Oh, shit, Alicia, that feels so fucking good. I've wanted you to move your magic fingers to my balls during every massage, you vamp," he blurted out.

Bernice stopped short. "Who's Alicia?" she sternly inquired.

Charles immediately snapped up to a sitting position and removed his blindfold. "Oh shit - Bernice?" tragically burst out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying.

Bernice didn't handle it well. She started screaming about how she knew that he was having an affair, what a shithead he was, etc., etc. Charles tried to backpedal and make her believe that he was role playing, but she would have none of it. Within three minutes after his "Oh shit" comment she was out the door and threatening divorce. He followed her, naked, out into the hallway futilely trying to get her to come back. Fortunately for him the old style hotel door didn't slam closed and automatically lock, so he was able to get back in and dress.

The entire time that he was dressing he was cursing me out loud, and he slammed the door in anger as he stormed out.

I laughed so hard that I almost fell off the chair in the room next to theirs, where I was stationed with my computer connected to the camera in order to enjoy the action. "That's more like it!" I said to myself. "Bill was just lucky!"

I'm sure that both Bill and Charles tried to call my massage job cell phone but they both got the message "This number is no longer in service as of February 14."

Simon's and Chelsea's episode went very similar to Charles' and Bernice's except that Chelsea didn't yell and scream. She lit into Simon, however, and wasn't accepting his bullshit excuses. He ended up in tears as she told him that this was "the last straw" - apparently she knew that he had cheated before. "I'll be taking the kids to mother's house and talking to divorce counsel tomorrow," were her last words before she walked out the door.

Simon was a defeated man as he dressed on autopilot and slinked out of the room.

"One escapee, two down, one to go," I chortled to myself.

Since I disliked Bruce more than the others, I hoped that his wife Jill was a killer chick and would do some physical arm to him, especially since he had a buddy with him. From things that Bruce had told me during massage sessions - things that he never should have - Jill was a large feisty woman. "This could be real fun!" I snickered to myself.

Bruce and his buddy arrived by 3:40 p. m. They were apparently anxious. They were obviously excited as they stripped. Bruce's buddy had his back to the camera so I didn't get a good look at him - until, with his face still primarily looking away from the camera his rigid cock was visible from the side. That's when my world collapsed - I'd recognize that mushroom head anywhere.

Bruce's goddamn buddy was Rick!

I was queasy. I ran to the toilet and vomited. When I returned to look at the computer screen connected to the camera and listened to the sound I almost wish that I hadn't.

"This Alicia woman better have as hot a body as you say, Bruce, after the women I've set you up with," Rick said.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch - she does. But it's not like I really owe you, though. I mean that girl I set you up with last month - and the one in January of last year - hell both of them were top grade cunts!" Bruce chortled.

"The one last month had a smelly pussy - I had to scrub my cock for ten minutes to get her smell off before I could have Jennifer blow me," Rick laughed. "She did have nice tits, though. Plus, I will have to say that my two sessions with that cunt from last January in Philly were really great - almost as good as fucking Jennifer."

"If Jennifer's so great why are you always looking for some ass on the side?" Bruce inquired.

"Hey - I just need variety, that's all, and except for that cunt from last month I wait a day after fucking someone else before I fuck Jennifer because she's got a hard-on about fidelity and the shit would hit the fan if I got caught. I will need some more ass once Jennifer gets pregnant, though, since I doubt that she'll be able to keep me satisfied then," was Rick's rejoinder.

I got sick again.

When I returned from the bathroom, the two assholes were lying on the bed with their dicks up in the air - Rick's noticeably more meaty than Bruce's. I heard the door to the room open and in walked Jill.

Jill was not the Amazon that I had been led to believe. She was tall, probably five feet ten or eleven, but not at all bulky; except that she did appear to have good sized bazoobas.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked in a raised voice, with her hands on her hips as she stared at the two naked guys. Bruce snapped to attention and removed his blindfold. Initially Rick just peeked out from his.

Bruce was obviously rattled, but didn't fuck up as badly as Charles and Simon had. After a little stuttering he recovered beautifully - I guess that you could call it "beautifully" from his perspective.

"Honey...darling...as a special Valentine's Day treat I thought that maybe you'd like to have a three-way. I know that's one of your fantasies," Bruce gurgled.

"Who told you that, shithead?" she stammered.

"Well - uh I overhead you once," Bruce said. It didn't sound convincing to me, but she seemed to accept it; obviously she did have that fantasy.

"That was just talk," she snipped.

While Jill was protesting, she definitely was looking at Rick's big mushroom head - which he was making no attempt to cover up.

It was clear that Rick didn't quite know what was going on, but he caught on enough to help Bruce out. Plus, now with his blindfold removed, the look on Rick's face had a real tinge of lust to it. Apparently he didn't give a shit if it was Jill or the mythical Alicia that he was fucking.

After a few more tentative exchanges between Bruce and Jill, Rick got up off the bed - his cock still hard - and walked to within a few feet of Jill.

"Listen, Jill," he said. "Please don't blame Bruce for this. He owed me a big favor and this was my idea. I've seen you without being seen myself several times, and you really floated my boat. Plus I see that you're even hotter in person."

Rick was laying it on thick, and Jill was responding. Although she still had her arms crossed the look on her face had softened, and she was still staring at that mushroom head, I'm sure wondering what it would feel like in her pussy.

"Honestly, please forgive Bruce and me. We really thought that we would be making this day special for you, but if you're not interested - you probably don't find me attractive - I understand. I'm disappointed, but I understand," Rick said, sounding as sincere as a used car salesman.

When he said "you probably don't find me attractive" his dick twitched noticeably - twice. I don't know if it was just a reaction, or he could control it, but it wasn't lost on Jill.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion for me as I saw my husband making his best efforts to get into the pants of the wife of a guy that I assumed was his friend. It was clear that she wanted to buy what he was selling. Within five minutes of when he first started talking to Jill, she was bent over the padded chair in the room with her panties off and her skirt up while Rick was working his oversized cock head into her pussy and her husband was kneeling on the chair feeding his cock into her mouth.

Once Rick started pumping his cock into and out of the cunt I turned the screen off.

I lay there in a stupor for a while, realizing what this meant. There was no way that I was staying with Rick - not a chance in hell. I knew that I'd keep the baby; in fact it was even more important to have it in my life now. Somehow, Jennifer Wilton would cease to exist, and Alicia Brighton would surface some other place in the country.

The sounds of Jill screaming in ecstasy and Rick grunting while ejaculating, coming through the wall of the hotel room, snapped me out of my stupor. I had to get out of there.

I went to a tea house and was drinking my second cup of brew and nibbling on a crumpet - though I didn't really have an appetite - when Jennifer's cell phone rang. It was Rick.

"Hi Hon; are you home yet?" he opened the conversation.

I wanted to scream, "No and I never will be you cheating fucking asshole;" but I reigned it in. "Not yet," I tersely replied.

"Actually, that's good. Listen, Babe; something came up at work and I won't be home until late. Can we celebrate tomorrow? I promise to take you to the nicest place in town and really make it up to you when we get home."

"Sure, no problem," was my deadpan reply.

"Are you OK, Hon?"

"Yeah; I am just a little queasy so it's just as well that we celebrate tomorrow instead. I'll see you late tonight," I replied then terminated the call. It just wasn't in me to give my standard phone conversation closing with Rick; "I love you," just didn't seem appropriate at this time.

I did go home and started planning what stuff I wanted to take with me, and where I should go. I was pretending to be asleep when Rick rolled in about 11 p. m. - earlier than I had expected him given how excited he seemed to be in fucking his friend's married pussy. Fortunately, he didn't bother me.

The next morning I was preparing to leave and retrieve my camera and computer from the hotel and check out when Rick appeared in the kitchen. He had a black eye.

"What happened to you?" I blurted out.

"Oh some guy tried to mug me when I left work last night. He got one good punch in, but I got more and the last time that I saw him he was running away with his tail between his legs," he casually replied.

"Did you call the cops?" I inquired.

"No - not worth it. Nothing was taken, and I don't want the hassle of filing a report," he responded. "Where are you going, Babe?" were his next words.