I look at the photo one more time. The image is still hard to believe. There she was, my sweet wife of 25 years, kissing another man. I do not know him, and do not care to. When I presented my evidence to her, denial, anger, and arguments ensued. I was not left feeling that she was remorseful or had any regrets. A shame. I moved out a few days after the discovery, and have been living with a friend the past couple weeks.

I’d spent those two weeks plotting revenge. How to get back at her, without taking away my children’s mother for good? I did know certain things about her, so I could put that to the test..

I knew her patterns, so all I needed was a few items from the department store and a couple willing individuals. Oh, and a trip to a van rental business to rent a van.

I wait for the night where she is going to a group event at the Church, and I’m banking on her checking the mailbox on the way home. I have the van parked across from it. Sure enough, she pulls up and gets out to check the mail. I quickly run to her car and lock the doors. I run up behind her, slam a bag over her head before she knows what has happened, and jab a small pipe I bought into her back in hopes she believes it’s a gun.

“Don’t make any noise or I shoot.” I say. I grab the bag tightly and drag her to the van as fast as possible. I toss her in the van,  jump in behind her, and slide the door shut. I quickly cuff her hands and feet, which is no easy task as she is kicking, writhing, and yelling. I use another set of cuffs to cuff her to the bottom of a seat. I find her phone and keys and put them in the glovebox. She is crying now, which hurts and tugs at my heart strings, but I bring up the image of her kissing the other man and the ensuing fight we had and my resolve steels. I grab a knife and slice her shirt off, then slice her bra, revealing those massive, wondrous orbs of flesh I’d enjoyed for so many years. I leave her exposed after giving each one a quick slap and move to the driver’s seat.

45 minutes of her whimpering later I’m deep down a gravel road. As I pull up to the designated meeting spot I see two other cars waiting in the dark. I get out, uncuff her from the seat, and pull the bag off her head. She starts when she sees me and between sobs implores me to let her go. “What about our daughters? What will they do when they find out?”

“They won’t.” I reply. “You won’t want anyone to know about this, trust me.” I grab her by the hair, enjoying the way her boobs swing as I pull her violently out of the car. She falls, but I pull her back up by her hair towards the other cars where two other men are waiting. I’d spent some time finding a couple gents that would be interested in some fun.

She starts to cry again but I slap her face, hard. She is stunned and can’t do anything but cry and try to catch her breath. I motion to the other two and we all pull our pants down and pull our cocks out. I grab her hair and slam her head onto my cock, which has been hard for a few minutes. I start to get weak minded again, but conjure up our fight and the imagery to get my mind back where it needs to be.  I start driving into her face as the other two grope her tits firmly. She is whimpering and crying from the pain and tries to pull her head back. I don’t let her, and her tears as I ram her face only turn me on more.  I force her throat deep onto my shaft before moving aside so one of the others can have their way with her mouth. I let him enjoy her for a bit, then slam her back on to me. I make her alternate between both of our dicks and thump her hard when she’s not sucking mine.

“Stand up.” I say as I grab her hair and lift her up. I give her boobs some very hard slaps and pinches, loving the way they shake and jiggle. I put my mouth on one and start sucking and biting them hard, way harder than I would when I cared about her. One of the others does the same to her other one. I let the third guy have the tit I was enjoying and get behind her, reaching around and grabbing her neck and pulling her back into me. She is whimpering as they devour her breasts. I use my other hand to smack her face, again way harder than I would when we were on good terms.

I grab her hair and pull her down to the ground, pushing her onto her back. I squat over her face and start driving my manhood balls deep to her mouth. Another of the men starts fucking her tits, slapping them as he does so. They are getting into it now, realizing they can do whatever they want.

I pile drive into her face until I know I’m about to explode. I stand up over her and finish myself all over her face and tits. “Cover her with everything you have.” I say to the others. One of the guys starts fucking her face the same way I was, going deep and making her gag. She tries to turn her head away to get him out of her mouth, but he holds her head firmly and punishes her for trying to stop him, bottoming his dick deep in her throat. He's definitely meaner about it than I was. I enjoy the view, wondering if she is enjoying this or if she is completely terrified. He stands to finish himself on her at about the same time the one fucking her tits explodes on her chest, neck, and chin.. Both of their loads cover her face and tits, and combined with mine creates a nice sticky mess that covers her. I almost get hard again.

I dismiss the two with a simple “Thanks, that was perfect” and uncuff her.

As she starts telling me how my life is over and I will be in prison and never see the kids again, I start taking pictures. “These will get posted everywhere.” I say. “Is this how you want to be seen by your family and friends?” I pull out some others I had printed earlier, mostly embarrassing ones she certainly wouldn’t want anyone to know about.

She starts crying and shouting a bunch of threats and how-could-yous at me, but I ignore her. “Get back in the van unless you want to walk.”

She gets in and I cuff her again. She wants to clean up or put something on her top but I slap her tits and squeeze them hard when she suggests that. “You can stay just like that. Maybe I can drop you off at your new flame’s place. He might enjoy sloppy seconds, or fourths?’

When we get back to her car I open the door and let her out. I’m not doing her any favors, so she’s on her own. “Plan on this again the same time next week.” I say. “I’ll probably gather a few more guys.”  She’s in shock and doesn’t say anything.

A couple days later I get a text from her. I immediately assume she’s ignored my blackmail attempts, but her text just says “Do you have to wait a full week?”.

The crazy bitch enjoyed it. Ah, well, I guess this can be how our relationship is now.