Payback 58

A husband prepared his wife for a "special" night out with a revealing outfit, rouged nipples and several martinis. After dinner at a fancy hotel restaurant, he then takes her upstairs in the elevator to a rented room where he turns her over to a black couple they had engaged earlier in the bar.

Payback

Tom led his wife, Jean, off the elevator and down the eighth floor hallway to room 827. The alcohol had done its job and Jean was feeling quite horny anticipating what was going to happen once in the room. With her hands cuffed behind her, Tom inserted the key card into the door, pushed it open and ushered Jean inside. Immediately, his wife recognized the couple from the bar before her as Tom stepped back into the hall leaving his stunned wife inside and pulled the door closed behind him.

"Well hello again sweetie. So glad you could make it. See anyone you know?" Bria asked with a smirk.

Jean stared at the naked man tied to the chair near the bed. He wore a tight fitting rubber hood open at the nose and mouth, and what appeared to be an inflatable gag with the bulb dangling beneath his chin. Then she saw it and froze... the heart with Lizzy tattooed on his left shoulder. It was her lover Carl!

"So you two do know each other," both Bria and Tyrone broke into laughter.

"I think we're gonna have some fun tonight sweetie. Here, let's get you out of those slutty clothes. Cooperate and everything will be fine. Just an evening of fun for all."

Tyrone and Bria went to work stripping their still aghast captive and tying her to another chair across from her husband's employee who she had been screwing for the last few months.

"There we go. And here's a nice rubber ball gag so you don't feel left out," she said buckling the strap behind her head. "Now, let's put the finishing touches on you baby. I think these nipple bells would look so good on those big nubs of yours," Bria said with a snicker as slowly rubbed the woman's big breast buds erect. Then she tightened the alligator clamps on Jean's rouged nipples one at a time as she groaned into her gag.

"There we go. You cause some pain. You get some pain. Tit for tat," Bria and Tyrone broke out laughing.

"We're going to have so much fun tonight. You and your lover here have certainly earned it." Another round of laughter ensued.

Now restrained and helpless, Tyrone stepped behind Tom's wife, tied naked to a chair in the hotel room, slowly stroking the undersides of her exposed breasts, making the bells jingle as she brought her head back against his six pack abs and moaned into her gag. She struggled in her bonds as he now leaned over and slid one hand into her hairy triangle.

"Oh my. You're already wet. But I bet you weren't expecting to be tied to a chair across from your lover when you got off the elevator, now were you?" Tyrone continued stroking the moaning woman's juicy love box.

Across from Jean, Carl was groaning, too, as Bria stroked his now raw, red cock. She had rubbed him off three times onto his rubber gag since dinner and made him eat it all. "You got any more cum in there baby? That's okay if you don't. We can fix that can't we Tyrone?" she smiled over at her partner, his hand circling the enlarging clit beneath his fingers.

"Sure can," he grinned back.

It wasn't long before the door lock clicked and the couple looked up to see who would enter the room. Tyrone and Bria just smiled. The blindfolded Jean came to attention but could see nothing. And of course, Carl, secured to the chair across from the woman he had been cheating with, could not see who entered either. He was blindfolded by the padded rubber hood he was wearing and could see nothing. It clung tightly to his face, covering all but his nose and mouth which was still filled with the inflatable gag.

Cheater Jean's husband, Tom, who had turned his wife over to Tyrone and Bria earlier, stepped into the room holding Carl's wife Elizabeth by the elbow. She was dressed to the nines and had obviously been drugged. She followed zombie-like into the hotel room, led by her husband's boss. And if she recognized the naked man with a hard-on in the black rubber hood tied to the chair in front of her, she didn't show it.

"Well look who came to join us," Tyrone said with a broad smile. Fastened to the chair across from the man she had been having sex with for the past few months, Jean gasped when she saw who had entered the room with her husband. At that moment she knew this was all a setup to humiliate her in public, and to exact revenge. The revealing attire, the martini's, the makeup, the g-string panties and the rouged nipples. She had been caught. Now, she knew that she and her lover had both been caught. She and Carl, the top car salesman who worked for her husband Tom at the dealership, had been having an affair for almost a year. She had no idea her husband was onto them...until now.

"Jeanie, why don't you tell Carl who's here? I'm sure he'd like to know," Bria said in her most sarcastic tone as she stepped over and removed Jean's ball gag.

Jean was silent, licking her lips and staring at the floor, now embarrassed by the six inch heels she was wearing. After a moment of silence, Tyrone picked up a riding crop lying on the bed. Bria then moved behind Jean and put her hand over her mouth. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Tyrone stuck each of Jean's bare breasts hard, again and again, drawing muffled cries of pain and a musical jingling from her clamped nipples.

"When my partner asks you to do something, I expect you to do it," he said calmly, admiring the red splotches on Jean's heaving breasts.

"Carl...it's Elizabeth...your wife...is here," she said between gasps and sniffles.

"Good girl Jeanie." Now turning toward Carl, "Don't you want to say hello to your wifey Carl? Oh that's right. You can't talk with that gag in your mouth can you?" The others in the room, laughed out loud. But not Jean. Nor the drugged blond who just stood there with a glazed look on her face.

"We can fix that for you Carl. We'll just swap that inflatable out for this nice metal ring gag," Bria said as she moved behind Elizabeth's chair-tied husband, deflated the gag and unfastened the buckle at the back of his head. As he was stretching his jaw, Bria pushed the ring gag behind his teeth and prized his mouth open. With Bria pulling the straps tight behind his head, Carl began uttering a string of unintelligible syllables.

"What's that you're saying Baby? You want your boss to fuck your wife? Well since you fucked his wife, I guess it's only fair he should fuck yours." That drew more chuckles from

Tyrone and Tom.

Looking over at Jean's husband, Bria said, "Let's get this party started, shall we? Why don't you undress her Tom, and lay her on the bed. I think we should have some fun with this high class cunt tonight. And maybe even that classy ass too?" she said smiling up at Tyrone.

Taking his cue, Tom walked the well dressed Elizabeth over to the bedside. Standing behind her, he unzipped her expensive silk dress and slid the straps from her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. The woman put up no resistance. Then he unsnapped her Victoria's Secret brassiere. Sliding his hands slowly up her chest beneath the lacy cups and over her now pendulous breasts, the strapless bra fell to the floor. He slowly rubbed her nipples which responded, becoming firm, thimble-sized knobs. Turning her to face him, and gazing into her glassy eyes, he gently pushed her backward to fall onto the bed. She lay there motionless staring at the ceiling as Tom now pulled down her pantyhose and thong, and carefully slid them down her legs, removing them along with her heels.

Bria stepped in and took the upscale clothing, folding it neatly, and placing it all carefully over the back of the easy chair by the window.

Meanwhile, Tom had stripped down and was running his fingers over the sensitive bits of the placid body now lying naked across the queen-sized bed.

Jean, still tied to the chair, was sobbing quietly as she watched her husband's arousal growing between his legs while he rubbed Elizabeth's waxed pubis until it was moist and glistening. She turned her head, causing her nipple bells to jingle, and averted her eyes. She knew what was coming. Where had they screwed up she wondered? They had been so careful. No emails. No texts. She had a momentary flashback to her childhood, sitting in the Emergency Room with her mother stroking her hair. At thirteen years old, she had sneaked out her bedroom window to meet a boy and fell and broke her ankle. "All of our choices come with consequences," her mother had told her lying on the hospital bed. She was right.

Tom lifted Elizabeth's ankles to his shoulders, stepped forward and pushed his hard cock into her now wet and expanding pussy. Obviously, the drugs she had been given also contained an aphrodisiac. She let out a low groan but didn't move.

"Hear that Carl? That's your wife enjoying another man's cock in her pussy. I think she likes it. Do you make her groan like that Carl?" she asked with a laugh.

Carl again uttered some unintelligible sounds through the ring gag and tried unsuccessfully to free his hands. He thought of his beautiful, clothing-model wife being defiled on a hotel room bed just a few feet away while he was helplessly tied to a chair. Oh my god. How are we going to fix this? Are we even going to get the chance?

"And what about you Jeanie? Do you think your husband will ever put your ankles on his shoulders again? Or maybe he'll just crop those heavy hanging boobies each night now, after what you did with his top salesman."

Bria picked up the crop from the foot of the bed and turned to her partner. "Hey Tyrone. I say we send this home with Tom. What do you think?"

"Good idea baby. Or maybe we should bring it over ourselves and show him how to use it properly, in all the right places," he said with a laugh and a glint in his eye.

"Oh yeah. Better idea," returned Bria.

The moaning was constant now, along with Tom's grunting and the squelching sounds coming from a very wet pussy getting pounded.

Bria began to stroke Carl's sore cock again. He groaned.

"Have you ever heard her fucking another man before Carl? I bet that's a first isn't it? Does she moan like that for you sweetie? Hmm? Well, probably not any more after tonight. Oh my. I think your boss just finished in your wife's wet cunt. What do you think about that? Aren't you glad you cheated with his wife now? Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"

Tom pulled his wet cock from the woman's red, puffy pussy and rearranged her legs over the side of the bed. He looked over at Tyrone and Bria, who both nodded.

Bria leaned in to Carl's rubber covered ear and began to whisper. "Have you ever sucked a cock before sweetie? Hmmm? Have you ever licked a bulbous wet cock head?"

Carl shook his head vigorously, drool dripping from his ring gag onto his chest. "Uh uh. Uh uh...leeez ung...gnoh" was all he could get out from behind the ring gag.

"Well it looks like you don't have a choice now do you sweetie? Your going to have another first tonight, whether you like it or not. And the first cock you're going to taste will be covered in your wife's cunt cream. Oh, and of course some of your boss's jizz, too. How about that for firsts?" Another round of laughter from the perpetrators erupted.

With that, Tom moved over to his employee and dragged his waning cock under Carl's nose.

Bria continued, "Smell that, baby boy? You know that smell don't you. Smells like your wife's excited pussy doesn't it? Well guess what? That's just where this big dick came from. Now the courteous thing to do for the man who just pleased your wife is to clean his cock. Isn't that right?"

With that, Bria gripped his head, and held it still. Tom slid his sticky cock through the ring and into Carl's mouth, who immediately began to retch but brought up nothing. The anti-nausea dose he had been given along with the Viagara earlier did its job.

Bria pinched his nipples hard."Lick it Baby. Clean that pussy juice off his cock. Your wife's pussy juice. Run your tongue around that big bulb and up that little slit. Get all his jizz too."

After a minute or two of having his cock licked, Tom pushed it further into Carl's mouth. The gagging continued and a stream of snot began to drip from his nose.

"That's for fucking my wife, cock sucker." With that, Tom withdrew his cock and wiped it on Carl's shoulder.

Looking to Jean, a smiling Bria said, "Okay. One more thing to clean up sweetie."

Bria moved behind the tied up woman sitting across from the newly initiated cocksucker and began playing with her boobies and jingling the bells. "Do you like women honey? Have you ever licked a pussy before? Ever eaten a cream pie?"

Now it was Jean's turn to blather. "Ungh...No. No please. I'm not that way. Please don't make me do that. Please. I'm..."

"Too bad honey. Your boyfriend had a first. Now it's your turn." She unfastened the woman from the chair and leaving her hands locked behind her back, dragged her by the elbow to the bedside where she threw a pillow on the floor.

"Kneel on that pillow bitch. You're gonna clean that cummy cunt. Your first pussy licking and its full of your husband's manjam. Enjoy your first cream pie baby. I want you to feel the full sensation of having your face buried in another woman's sopping cooter with your cheeks between her sweaty thighs." Bria put her hands on the woman's shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

Shaking, Jean knelt awkwardly on the pillow and stared at the red, raw cunt before her. Tyrone and Tom sat on the bed on either side of Elizabeth and spread her legs as Bria grabbed the reluctant pussy licker's hair and pushed her head into the wet crotch in front of her. Rubbing her face in the gooey pie, she ordered Jean to start licking.

When Jean refused to open her mouth, Tyrone handed the crop to Bria who used it to whip her ass. "Better start licking sweetie or you're gonna regret it."

Her ass stinging, she reluctantly stuck her tongue out and tentatively gave the woman's messy pussy a swipe with her tongue.

"That's a good girl. Keep licking. Clean your hubby's meat package deposit outta that messy cunt. There ya go. Slurp it up baby," Bria encouraged as she kept cropping the muff muncher's now red behind while holding her head into the wet snatch before her.

Wanting the pain on her buns to stop, Jean flattened her tongue and took a slurp from the bottom to the top of Elizabeth's oozing pussy. Immediately, she retched up and swallowed her martini's from earlier in the evening

"Poor baby. Don't like the taste of pussy? I'm sure you've tasted your husband's cum before. Well, maybe not from another woman's pussy he just fucked," she said with a laugh. "Keep licking. Suck it all out," she said with a final stroke to the red ass cheeks beneath her.

A few minutes later, when Bria pulled Jean's cummy face from Elizabeth's sopping wet dick mitten, she couldn't hold it back any longer and purged her stomach on the pillow.

"Oh baby your boyfriend, make that your ex-boyfriend, is going to get an extra cleaning bill for that I'm afraid." Bria now put three fingers in the gaping wet cunt lying on the bed and then wiped them all over Jean's face and nose. "Let's go have a seat while Tyrone takes a turn," Bria said, while leading the weeping Jean back to her chair, bells jingling. "I want you to remember her scent. The scent of your first cunt lapping. The scent of the marriage you helped destroy."

As Tom and Tyrone rolled Elizabeth over onto her stomach, her glazed eyes caught those of the two men above her and she settled limply on the bed with a long moan. She was obviously aware, but had no control over her body.

Behind her now, Tyrone slid the head of his enormous cock into the the woman's wet, pink pussy, circling it around for lube. Then he pulled it out and began to slowly work it into her puckered asshole. This elicited more moaning from the drugged woman and, with patience and effort, his entire cock finally disappeared into her asshole.

"Want to guess where that long black schlong is now Baby?" Bria whispered into Carl's ear. Again, he struggled in his bonds and spat out some indecipherable syllables, as Bria slowly rubbed his sensitive nipples. "Here. I'll give you a hint." She wet her middle finger and slipped it down her skirt from behind, wiggling it around in her pucker. "Okay baby, smell this," she said dragging her wet finger under his nose. "Now you know where that big cock is? Here, taste it to be sure," she said as she put it into his mouth and Jean looked on in horror.

Carl gagged, now knowing what was happening to his wife.

Gradually, Tyrone's long shaft began to take on the brown color of the filth he was disturbing inside the incapacitated blond, and with a final shove, he released his load. Resting on his elbows above her sweaty back, he slowly caught his breath as his partner clapped her hands in applause. "Bravo," Bria cheered.

Bria gave him a few minutes to recover, and then stepped over to her partner and kissed him on the lips. "Well done honey. Now let's get you cleaned up," she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the newbie cocksucker tied to the chair.

"We've got another cleanup job for you Carl. I'm afraid this one is going to make you wish you had left that little wee wee of yours in your pants and stayed away from your boss's wife."

With that, Tyrone stepped up and wiped his slimy, shit-coated cock back and forth across Carl's upper lip, leaving a brown trail of his wife's excrement under his nose. Bria once again held the cheater's head still. One whiff and the chair began to rock and the bound man's body jerked in all directions knowing what was coming. Tom came over and held the chair still while Tyrone's cock disappeared through the ring and into Carl's mouth. Another round of gagging, dry heaves and struggling erupted.

"Ever taste your wife's shit before Baby? Apparently not," Bria said with a giggle. "So, the second cock you suck came right out out of your wife's dirty asshole. Which do you like better? Her pussy cream on your boss's dick, or her butt mud on a big black cock? Stop gagging and lick it clean," she said sternly, "or you're gonna get this crop on your balls."

Hearing that, Carl ran his tongue over the shitty cock in his mouth. He swallowed and brought up some shit-stained puke. It ran over his chin and down his naked chest as Tyrone started pumping his cock into the cheater's throat.

"You gonna come again Honey?"

"Yes dear. I...think...I...am. Aahhh..." Tyrone shot a load down Carl's throat, which promptly came right back up and now hung from his nose. Tyrone withdrew his cock and wiped the remaining gunk across Carl's lips and chin, streaking them with his fresh jizz and the remains of his wife's ass fudge.

Bria looked over at Jean. "I think you know what's coming next don't you sweetie? Yup. Another clean-up job. You ready to suck Lizzie's well-fucked brown eye clean? Lick up all that caramel cream sauce? I'd say your ex-boyfriend didn't seem to like the taste too well. Ooh, it looks pretty messy from here."

Bria helped Tom drag his crying wife over to the bed where Liz lay on her stomach snoring. Spreading the dozing woman's ass cheeks, a brown drizzle could be seen leaking from her anus into her neatly depilated pink ass crack.

Standing behind the naked adulteress, Bria said, "Okay Baby. Here's a reminder of the pain you caused other people in this room." With that, she put one hand over Jean's mouth and pinched the alligator clip on the woman's right boob to its max before releasing it from her tender nipple with the other. As the blood returned to her punished nubbin she let out a muffled scream into her captor's hand. She did the same to her other nipple before pushing the sobbing woman to her knees on the pillow again.