If you haven’t read the previous chapters, you need to so you’ll understand what is going on. The quick version is an electrician found some very graphic pics and videos of my wife in our attic and used them to blackmail us into letting him have sex with my gorgeous middle-aged wife (Lisa). It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but of course, it wasn’t. He ended up using Lisa as his personal fuck doll. We found out he was married, so to stop him, we invited him back over and recorded the whole thing. Now we can use that video to threaten him to stop.
The last few months were wild, to say the least. I never imagined something so damn crazy happening to us. Like I said in the beginning, we have a great sex life, but we’re not what you would call “adventurous”. In fact, we’re pretty conservative, so the events of the past few months were definitely crazy for us.
Now we had to decide what to do next.
I was at home, and Lisa and I were talking about how we should handle it from here. I grabbed my phone and pulled up his Facebook profile, and said to Lisa, “Can you believe this guy? He’s got a beautiful family and still did this?” She glanced over at my phone, then did a double-take, grabbed the phone out of my hand, and said, “Are you fucking serious?”
I was a bit startled because she went into hyper-drive when she saw the picture of them. She said, “I went to school with that bitch.”
“Really?” I replied.
She quickly shot back, “Yeah, and she was a bitch. I couldn’t stand her.”
Then she walked into the kitchen. It seemed like it really shook her up to see this woman. I followed her into the kitchen and asked why she seemed so upset, but she said she didn’t want to talk about it, so I just let it go, and didn’t pursue the conversation the rest of the night.
The next day, I got up and went to work, and everything was going well until I got an email from Lisa.
“So, her name is Shelby. We were in high school together for about two years until she transferred to a private school. There was a guy who liked me, but she liked him, which made her not like me. She made it her life mission to make me miserable every day. She spread lies about me, called me all kinds of names, and even tried to physically fight me.
Still to this day, I’ve hated her. You know I’m not a mean person, but I really couldn't stand her. Last night, when I saw her face, it’s like all those memories started running again.
I know this is not like anything you’ve ever heard me say before, but we ought to do something that proves a point to him and her both.”
To say I was shocked would be a massive understatement. Lisa was soft-spoken and not aggressive at all, but this really had her fired up.
After reading the email, I sent her a text, “Hey babe, I got your email. I don’t really know what to say, but I’m on your side. What do you think we should do?”
She replied quickly, as if she already had it all mapped out in her mind, “I want him to pay for doing this to us, and I want her to pay for what she did to me."
I still didn’t know what she was thinking, and it was scaring me a little honestly. I didn’t reply, but another text came quickly.
It was short and to the point. It said, “I want you to do to her what he did to me, and make him watch.”
“What the hell?” I thought to myself.
I replied back, “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Let’s talk about it tonight.”
I got home that night and we ate supper with the kids. Lisa seemed fine the entire night. After we put the kiddos to bed, she didn’t waste much time getting right into it. As soon as we walked into our room, she said, “I guess you are wondering about the details of what I said earlier.”
"I am," I replied.
Then she said, "Bottom Line: I want you to fuck her. Your dick is bigger than his. First of all, I want her to know what a hell of a man I have, that my man is better than hers, and after all the shit she gave me in school, I still ended up with a stud. I want her to feel it for days. And as for him, I want him to sit and watch the entire thing."
I was in utter shock. You’ve gotta understand, Lisa isn’t like this. She’s the mildest person you could ever meet. So to hear this coming out of her mouth was shocking to me.
It took me a few minutes to process it all. As I was trying to think, Lisa was talking and talking about how this would be awesome and it would teach them a lesson they needed to learn.
I didn’t know what to do, but Lisa was my “ride-or-die” so I just said, “OK, Let’s do it.” My mind was running a million miles per hour. One thought was that we may be in a mess if this went wrong, and another thought was that Shelby was pretty damn hot, and my wife wants me to fuck her.
Lisa said, “Let’s send him a message tonight.” She was ready to go.
So we carefully worded a text message, “Hey John, it’s me again. This is where the story changes. Last time you were here, we recorded it all. You think Shelby would like to see that video?”
Just to make sure he knew I meant business, I then sent a short snippet of the video to him, which showed his face clearly.
He replied, “What the hell? I thought y’all were into it!”
Then he replied again, “That would ruin my marriage dude. Not cool.”
I said, “It’s not cool to blackmail somebody. That’s what you did to us.”
He said, “Listen, I’ll destroy everything I have with Lisa on it. You can’t let Shelby see that.”
I responded, “It’s beyond that now. You fucked mine, now I wanna fuck yours."
“You’ve gotta be kidding! There’s no way!” he replied.
The only question was HOW?
How could we pull this off without it being illegal and just absolutely wrong?
So I straight-up asked him... "Have you and Shelby ever toyed with the idea of her fucking another guy?"
His reply was encouraging, "Not really. I mean, a few times, when we've been drinking, we will say something like that. But it's just in fun and playing."
"OK, here's what we're gonna do," I replied. "You're gonna get her tipsy, and in the mood, and bring it up. Tell her you think it would be amazing to see her with another man. If she even remotely agrees, I want you to act like you have a man waiting in the hallway, and walk over and open the door as if you're gonna let him in. Just see what she does."
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Very," I replied.
I didn't hear back from him that night or the next day, but the following day, his text came through.
"I did the whole thing you suggested, and surprisingly, she was more into it than I thought. She had a couple drinks in her and was feeling really horny. When I told her I had a guy in the hallway waiting to fuck her, she laughed and didn't believe me, of course, but she didn't say no. I'm not sure what I think about that honestly."
The conversation was interesting, but I knew this might work.
I said, "Thanks for letting me know. You were an asshole to us, and now I'm gonna fuck your wife. I want you to do the same exact thing, except I am actually gonna be waiting in the hallway."
"What the hell, man? I don't wanna do that," he said.
"You were an asshole to us. You've fucked my wife, and didn't give a damn what we wanted. Let me know what day - soon, or we are going to simply tell her what you did to us."
Again, a long pause, but then his reply. "I think Saturday is the only night I could make it work."
"Good," I responded. "Leave the back door open, and let me know what time to quietly come in. I will be waiting in the hall."
Lisa was giddy. She loved the idea. Never saw her like that before, but she was excited.
Saturday arrived, and it was an interesting day. We tried to just go through the day normally, but we both were anticipating the night. About the middle of the day, Lisa walked up and whispered, “I’m going with you. I can’t wait to watch her scream.”
I had planned to be there at 6:00, so around 4:30, we started getting cleaned up. We left the house and parked a couple of houses down from John & Shelby’s house. He sent a text at about 5:45, “I’ll do my part and leave the back door open. Come in right at 6:00. But don’t hurt her. She didn’t do anything to y'all. Also, I told her I had something special for her tonight, so she would at least be kind-of prepared for something different.”
We got out of the car a couple of minutes before 6:00, and honestly, our hearts were racing. Lisa walked like she was on a mission. We eased the back door open and could hear that John had put on some music. We walked quietly toward the back of their house and the music was getting louder. We could hear them giggling as we got as close to the door as possible. We could hear them kissing and talking. He must have been fingering her, because she was moaning some.