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And the sad truth is that it isn't even the money that pushed me over the edge despite how repulsed I am at the very thought of actually giving it up to my pig of a father, it is the sudden but real need for
revenge
that did it.

And what better way to tell hubby to go fuck himself than by fucking Carl?

The sad truth is that as I stand there in my own kitchen, trembling all over with white hot anger, I know in my heart that if my anger didn't outweigh my innate sense of decency and self-respect I would never have agreed to this.

Not in a million years.

Shows how badly Sam managed to hurt me.

Sam

“Great,” I say pretending I don’t see the anger and hurt in Mary’s eyes. I want to take it all back and tell Carl to shove his money up his ass, but what can I do? It is either this or lose the house. "I'll be right back, "I say, as if I need to.

Of course I'll be right back.

I just encouraged my wife to take up whoring and the deal isn't done yet. Not until Carl has fucked her.

So, yes, I'll be right back, after telling her very first paying customer that he's got himself a deal.

Her first customer also a guy who I know she is appalled by. That knowledge should be enough to call it off. Tell Mary how stupid I am for suggesting it. Beg her forgiveness.

Beg on my knees to forget all of this.

That would be the smart and loving and decent thing to do. I know that. Thing is, we really need the money so badly. Thing is, I just can't stand the thought of losing the house. So, I don't offer my apologies and I don't beg for her forgiveness, nor do I tell her what a stupid mistake this all is.

I go outside instead with a lump in my throat, confused and conflicted about the kind of man I really am that I am willing to sink
this
low
.

I blink fast to push back the tears of defeat and try to appear cool as my eyes meet those of my father-in-law. Carl stands with his hands on his hips, giving me that contemptuous look that I guess I've earned twice over. What kind of guy values his house over his wife's respect and feelings?

"It's a deal," I say as if talking about the sale of a car, not my wife's pussy.

"Of course it is," Carl says. "Well? Lead the way."

"What? Right now?" I say and feel like an even bigger fool. Of course he isn't going to wait. It's Carl and he just handed me two thousand dollars to fuck my wife, his daughter, naturally he wants it right now.

"Will that be a problem, boy?"

"I figured, maybe Mary wants to take a shower," I say, my voice unsteady.

"She can have a cum-shower instead," Carl laughs and I feel myself grow even smaller.

The hedge separating our front gardens isn't that high and he easily steps over it, taking the lead to my own home like he is the master of it. Not certain what more is expected of me, I follow, feeling ridiculous at the thought of my neighbor
fucking my wife in my own home and me standing outside on my lawn and waiting.

The moment I see the look on Mary's face, I know that was a mistake. I should have gone for a walk, it would have saved me a look that is a cross between hatred and pity. Not saying anything, I just stand there.

Carl

Mary is a real piece of work.

Gorgeous like my ex. A hell of a fox. Hot and young and blonde. That and with all the right curves in all the right places, nothing but prime tits and ass and slender legs, and the face of a model.

That makes it all the harder to accept that a fine piece of ass is married to such a loser. That is what struck me first when I laid eyes on the boy: the painful contrast between the two.

Unnatural is what that is.

A chick like her should be with a real man, the kind who knows how to handle a woman like her, not waste her life by hooking up with a weakling like him.

The boy looked pathetic on the day they moved into the neighborhood, and he looks just as pathetic now. There he stands in silence after closing the kitchen door behind him, self-pity written all over his pale face.

Feeling sorry for himself because I finally get to nail his hot wife after she denied me what I know is my right: access to her blonde, pink pussy. After all, a chick like her needs a real man to take care of her.

But I know the babe sees things differently. She more than once made that much clear. And now she looks at me with a chagrined look. About time that girl learned to show me some appreciation.

About time the spoiled princess learned to swallow her pride right alongside my seed.

"Well, Carl, looks like you'll finally get what you've been after," the blonde babe says, arms folded over her fat tits and with tears in her eyes, her cheeks flushed. God, she looks as if just the prospect of putting out for me is killing her.

Shows how spoiled she really is.

"You look like you think your pussy is too good for me, girl," I say and she just snorts and looks away, offering me her profile. A perfect profile with long eyelashes, a perfectly straight nose, high cheekbones, perfect lips and chin.

All framed by a thick mane of blonde hair that cascades down and over her shoulders, all the way to her prime ass. A porny-ass just like my ex used to have.

My hard on stirs at the thought of seeing her look up at me submissively with those big blue eyes of hers and those luscious full lips stretched tight around my Johnson.

"I guess you never imagined it would be up to you to put food on the table by lying on your back, did you?" I say and the boy makes a small, pained sound that only boost my contempt for the weakling. Really, to think that girl
, who could have gotten herself any guy, just had to settle for him.

"Didn't doubt you'd jump to the opportunity to make some cash," I say, hooking my thumbs in my pockets. My cock is already hard and I can see the girl's eyes grow wide when she looks at my bulge. "Shows you are like my damn ex."

There is fear in disgust on those crystal clear blue lookers of hers, but I'm betting dollars to donuts that she'll be eyeing me with a cum-craving shine soon enough. That's how things went with me and the ex, she was a bit reluctant at first but fast learned
to sing a different tune.

"Fuck you, Carl," the babe says, all angry and foolish pride, her cheeks fast coloring a deeper shade of red.

"Now, don't be like that, girl," I say. "Maybe sitting down on an old man's cock wasn't what you dreamed for, but hey, the green does make up for it, right?"

That's me reminding her that when it really comes down to it, she can be as proud and haughty as he wants to be, but her pride and better-than-you attitude fast evaporates when she realizes her back is against the wall.

That's when her kind quickly decides that trading pussy for cash really isn't such an unthinkable act after all.

"You probably think you're doing me a favor, " Mary says with a mixture of contempt and anger. She flinches when I take a step in her direction, but she doesn't run. That tells me she takes after the ex in more than one way.

She took to whoring like a fish takes to water, not even batting an eyelid when it came to spreading her legs to the highest bidder when money was tight. Bitch even ran off with a customer, leaving me all on my own.

"I'll tell you what I'm not thinking, pretty girl," I say and I give her a stern look that should tell her to pay attention. "I don't think I'm paying two-thousand cash to have you being rude to me."

Mary doesn't say anything. She just stands there looking blonde and blue-eyed and gorgeous. I can tell she is tense from the way she breaths, and the fabric of her blouse is stretched tight around her fat centerfold tits with each inhale.

Goddamn, to think she denied me the right to feel those fat tits for so long makes my blood boil.

It also makes my cock drool cum.

"Look at me, girl," I say and remain quiet until she turns her head and faces me, our eyes meet and I know it is the hunger for the green that prevents her from turning her eyes away. "I'll be damned if I let you treat me like this, you hear?"

Mary doesn't say anything, not that I expected she would. And that loser, the boy, he is quiet like a mouse. Just standing there, probably wishing he could be invisible.

"About time you dropped the stuck up attitude, don't you think? I mean, no one is forcing you to drop your panties for an old man, right?"

She looks like she is trying to burn holes in my skull. Raw anger and pure contempt as sweat beads appear on her smooth skin. Smooth and tanned, making her bright blue eyes stand out even more.

"You were the one to accept the offer, right? Or did the boy here lie to me?" I say and the weakling flinches, drops his shoulders, and tries what he can to make himself as small as possible.

The
girl, though, she shows backbone by straightening her back, refusing to look away in shame. She pushes her chest out and it is all I can do not to claw her damn this.

"So how about you show me some damn manners and prove you were raised right, girl? How about showing an old man a little quality customer service?"

"By spreading my legs for you, Carl? Is that what you mean with
proving
you were
raised
right
?" Mary says and snorts, big tears threatening to spill over. "You know damn well we have no choice! We're broke, Carl! How about you just help you out? How about that? Or is that asking for too damn much."

I rub the three day old stubble on my cheeks and can't help but laugh. "That's what I thought I was doing. Or would you prefer a complete stranger to bang the shit out of your pussy for pay?"

The girl's face crumbles into a grimace of shame and disgust and the boy keeps staring at the floor.

Pathetic.

"Or maybe if you just had the common sense to marry a real man then you wouldn't be up shit creek without a paddle right now. You ever thought of that?"

They don't have anything to say to that and I allow the heavy silence between us to built, all while my painfully restricted hard on struggles to break free from the constraints of my pants.

"But hey, if my money and cock aren't good enough for you, girl," I say and shrug. "I guess I can always just leave." To show I mean business, I hold up my hand for the money I already handed over.

That does the trick. The blonde fox fast tries to smile and it's a trainwreck of a smile that I know hurts her pride, shaming her beyond repair. Like I said, maybe this experience will allow her to drop that foolish pride of hers and start showing some damn respect.

As is, it is already crazy enough that I have to pay for it, not that I expect that to be for long. Dollars to donuts that after she's experienced a real man laying her pink pussy to waste, she'll be happy enough to provide full service for free, and with a beaming smile.

"Sorry, Carl," she finally says and breaks eye-contact, hanging her head, long strands of wavy blonde hair framing her heart-shaped face. She still looks plenty angry, though.

"Guys, please, can we all just act civil here," the boy says, holding his hands up. Sounding like he is about to cry.

Pathetic.

"I'm plenty civil here, boy, it seems maybe your wife, isn't that eager to put out her money-maker," I say and watch the girl's blush spread to her neck and forehead. "What? You were really thinking this was charity? Or a joke?"

They say nothing and I can hear a fly hit the window.

"No, for two thousand cash I expect quality service," I say. "Especially from my own neighbors."

"I'm certain -" the boy starts and falls silent, his eyes not leaving the tiled floor.

Mary

I just can't believe he as the nerve to talks to me like this.

And this coming from a guy who is a respected member of the community.

A guy who never skips Church on Sunday, or a charity drive.

A guy people look up to and admire.

But also a guy who whored his wife out in secret for years, until she finally had enough of it. At least that's what rumors say.

I'm sweating like a pig and I already feel dirty even though nothing transpired yet. Well, lots did transpire, words that never should have been spoken were spoken, but I still have my clothes on.

I still haven't experienced what it is like to lie beneath the
old man with my legs spread wide, his hard organ stretching me out and filling me up, and his breath on my skin as he slams his had organ into me.

That means the worst has yet to come and I already feel dirty, ashamed, humiliated like I've never experienced before. If word ever got out it would be the ruin of me.

Carl strides over with confident steps, his back straight and his eyes on me, and I ask myself why the hell am I doing this? The answer that comes back from the depth of my being is simple: because I need to.

We need the money so badly and, as much as I hate to admit, there is still the intense desire for revenge. Revenge on the man I married for letting me down like this, for even having the balls to suggest I do a vile and depraved thing like this. What was he thinking? Was he thinking at all?

"Can you tell me why my cock is still in my pants, girl?"
Carl says, lifting my head up by my chin. My cheeks burn and my anger rises, but I force it back just as I swallow the bile that rises up my throat. What right do I have to be angry at Carl? He is just a pig being a pig.

Carl has always been like this with me. He has always made it perfectly clear he feels he is entitled to my pussy just because he is an alpha-male.

And now he's going to get his way too.

Now Sam is a different story, though. He should protect me. He should stand up for me, but he doesn't. He just stands there like an impotent fuck. That only fuels my desire for revenge, a desire strong enough to push back my revulsion and ignore my shame and hurting pride.

Strong enough to engage in a shameful fuck just to make my damn point.

That point being simple and sweet: show hubby what happens if he tries to fuck with me.