Lauren’s Revenge: My Wife Makes Me Watch Her Blow A Muscular Guy Who Facializes Her Like a Whore
“Dude, your wife is hot,” he says after eating her pussy and before pounding her. A trip through a dark chapter in our marriage.
Cuckhold has never been a thing for Lauren and me. In fact, it viscerally turns us off. And that’s exactly why my wife used it to punish me ten years ago.
Although we’ve managed to navigate the sometimes tricky waters of our lifestyle, we have had some setbacks over the years that were painful — and still hurt to think about. I’ve written about a few of them, notably Holly.
It was fine that Lauren and I were hooking up with Holly and her husband, which we do with lots of couples in the lifestyle. It also seemed fine at the time that Lauren and Holly’s husband agreed to let Holly and me hook up while we coincidentally were in the same city for business travel.
Unfortunately, that tryst led to Holly and me hooking up four other times over the next few months without the knowledge of Lauren or Holly’s husband.
Every so often, you fuck someone and the chemistry between both of you is incredible. That’s the way it was between Holly and me.
The problem is that fucking Holly a few times on the side, without Lauren knowing — even though we were hooking up with Holly and her husband pretty regularly— was essentially an affair. I cheated. And, when Lauren found out, she punished me badly. We almost left the lifestyle for good and came dangerously close to marital destruction.
To be clear, my actions with Holly were bad. But what Lauren did to punish me over a period of weeks after the truth came out was equally as bad. As Lauren herself said, “I went into trashy whore mode to get back at you, and I wish I hadn’t done that because it’s not who I am.”
Here’s one of her punishments that hurt the most.
I’d seen the guy before at our club but we’d never met. Honestly, he and his wife weren’t really our type.
He stood about 6'3" and weighed probably 230 pounds, much of it muscle. The guy was ripped, in total contrast to me — an endurance athlete. His wife had a similarly ripped look. That we had little in common with them was exactly why Lauren chose him.
On this night a decade ago, Lauren, then 39 years-old and hot as absolute fuck, planned to use him in her campaign of revenge against me for banging Holly behind her back. This campaign, which had been going on for a few weeks, effectively could be summarized as Lauren saying to me, “I’m not going to divorce you since shit like this can happen in our lifestyle, but I’m going to make this as agonizing as possible so you never fucking do it again.”
By the time Lauren asked me to go into the private room with her and Mr. Muscle, she’d already closed the deal with him — he’d happily accepted Lauren’s offer to suck his cock. And she was going to make me watch it all.
After she completely stripped for Mr. Muscle, she had me sit in a chair while she submissively got on her knees and the guy stood there, looking down at her while he played with her tits. She pulled off his slacks and boxer briefs, revealing one of my worst fears.
“Your cock is massive,” she said to Mr. Muscle. Then, holding his manhood in her hand, she said to me: “Darling, look at his huge and beautiful dick.”
She was tormenting me.
And now she was breast-fucking herself with his cock.
(Lauren later told me it was generally known in the club this guy was hung like a horse, which is why she chose him. She wanted a man with a cock even bigger than mine so she could inflict maximum pain on me.)
“My husband’s been quite bad,” Lauren explained to Mr. Muscle as she titty-fucked herself with his phallus, keeping her eyes maniacally on me. “So he’s going to watch me suck your dick.”
He chuckled mockingly.
“You’d probably like to fuck me, too,” she added, now hand-jobbing his huge erection, at least eight inches in length and very girthy.
He nodded yes.
“I’ll bet you do. I’ve already fucked a lot of guys to get back at my husband. You see, I’m a slut.”
This was painful.
She continued: “But tonight — for you — a blowjob will have to do. I think you’ll be pleased, because I do like to suck cock. Just ask the many guys I’ve blown the past few weeks,” she offered, massaging his balls with one hand while with the other she pumped his shaft.
He looked at me and winked, happy to play along.
And then Lauren started blowing him, making sure she looked into my eyes as she sucked his massive dick and played with his balls.
Worsening my pain, Mr. Muscle ran his huge hands through my wife’s blonde hair, as if she were his…and then he fucked her mouth, which she seemed happy to let him do while she cupped his big balls.
“How am I at sucking cock?” Lauren asked him.
He looked at me and smiled — I could see some feelings of guilt on his face — and then looked down at her. “Really good,” he grunted, now slapping his dick on my wife’s outstretched tongue, which she loved.
“Did you hear that, darling?” Lauren asked me. “He said I’m really good at sucking cock.”
“She is,” Mr. Muscle said to me.
“That’s because I’m a total fucking slut — just like Holly,” Lauren blurted out. “Aren’t I, darling?”
Then she looked up at Mr. Muscle. “In the past two weeks, I’ve blown ten guys, including you tonight, and let most of them fuck me. A few days ago, I let some guys I hardly knew— I think it was five? — take turns on me. Gosh, I hope I didn’t get pregnant from all of my getting around in the past few weeks. If I am, how would I ever know who’s the father? Oops.”
More pain:
“But it occurs to me that I haven’t recently blown or fucked my husband — maybe because I’m getting enough cock from other guys. Or maybe it’s because he fucked someone he shouldn’t have fucked and now has to pay for it.”
Then she got back to work on Mr. Muscle, pumping his shaft with her hand while she sucked him off.
It was the closest I’ve ever come to wanting to slap my wife.
I could see the guy was close to cumming.
And Lauren knew it, too.
“You can cum all over me, darling,” Lauren announced to Mr. Muscle.
She took his cock from her mouth, tilted her head back and jerked him off on her tongue while massaging his balls with her other hand. I knew what was about to happen and Lauren expected me to watch.
She kept her eyes on me as Mr. Muscle unleashed a tidal wave of warm, creamy semen all over her tongue and face.
“You like that bitch?” he asked her, caught up in the moment while explosively facializing my wife.
“Mmmmm, yeah, baby,” she responded, appearing happy as he emptied his big balls on her.
Although Lauren had let him glaze her face like a donut, the volume of semen he slathered her tongue, chin, nose, cheeks, forehead and even hair with appeared to have caught her off-guard. She giggled nervously, as if suddenly aware that she’d taken her revenge too far.
But if she felt any sudden guilt, she didn’t let it deter her from swallowing what he’d pumped into her mouth and then milking what she could from him.
The pain infliction wasn’t over.
With his cum all over my bride’s face, she evilly looked into my eyes and laid back in the chair, spread her legs and let him eat her exceedingly beautiful pussy, which he gladly did while fondling her breasts.
Still looking into my eyes, she ran her hands through his hair as she came in his mouth.
“Dude, your wife is hot,” Mr. Muscle told me while he tasted and enjoyed my bride’s pussy. It was brutal.
Then — to Mr. Muscle’s surprise and definitely to my surprise — Lauren got into doggy-style receiving position.
“I changed my mind, sweetheart,” she said to Mr. Muscle as she looked at me and handed him a condom. His cum was splattered all over her face. “Please do fuck me. And go hard. Try not to hurt me with that huge thing of yours.”
He pounded the shit out of my wife. I saw her eyes roll at one point, and I knew she was enjoying him.
“Dude, your wife has a beautiful ass,” he said, cupping her cheeks while pummeling her.
Then, he came again on her face.
Less than an hour later, Lauren cried her eyes out as we held each other. To this day, we’ve never cried so hard onto each other’s shoulders.
What we learned that night: No matter what the lifestyle brings, ultimately it’s just Lauren and me. We have each other and that’s more than enough.
Tens years later — after weathering that horrendous storm — Lauren and I have hit our stride with the lifestyle. We’re happy and our trust and love are strong. We’ve gotten stronger from the occasional setbacks from years past, recognizing with maturity that at times the lifestyle can cause boundaries to blur and we must work constructively together when and if that happens.
To this day, we’re both ashamed of our actions — I’m ashamed of what I did with Holly, and Lauren is ashamed of all she did to bring agony to me.
Undoubtedly, it was the closest we ever came to marital destruction, and it caused us to seek counseling and work through rebuilding trust.
Incidentally, in case you’re wondering, Holly and her husband completely disappeared from the lifestyle and we haven’t seen them in years.
And Mr. Muscle? Rumor has it his wife, who I did fuck a few months later (Mr. Muscle said he felt badly about his trysr with Lauren and wanted to repay me), left him. We haven’t seen either of them in years. And that’s a good thing.
