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SheWouldnt 2


Title: She Wouldn't, Would She? Ch. 2.

Author: Charley Ace.



WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do
not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE

(c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved

(MF, Payback)

In chapter 1, I was goaded into a stupid bet with an obnoxious co-worker
and womanizer, Ron. He bet me that he could fuck my wife, Peggy. I
regretted making the bet, but stuck by it and watched helplessly, as Ron
was about to seduce Peggy in the parking lot of the lounge where the three
of us had spent the evening.

I had gotten up from my hiding place and began to move toward them in
hopes of stopping the inevitable. I stopped dead in my tracks when
suddenly, and surprisingly, Peggy pulled away from his grip and said, "NO!
I-I can't do this! I'm married, and I love my husband." She hurriedly put
her dress back on and headed back toward the front door of the lounge,
leaving her bra behind. Ron was stunned at the turn of events, I saw him
standing there with an open-mouthed, dumbfounded look on his face. I
turned and headed for the back door, my heart pounding with glee.

'ALL RIGHT! That's my Peggy!'

I hustled back in through the back door and made it to the booth where
we had been sitting only seconds before she arrived. I got there before
her only because she had to wend her way through the crowd on and around
the dance floor.

"OK, honey, let's go," she said as she grabbed her purse, which,
fortunately for me, was still there on the seat of the booth.

I decided to have a little fun, I couldn't let sleeping dogs lie.
"Wait, what's your hurry? Besides, where have you been for the last 15 or
20 minutes? I've been looking all over for you."

Even in the dimly lit lounge, I could see her face flush noticeably, as
she looked at me briefly, dropped her head, said nothing, turned and walked
out the door, and I quickly followed. I watched her get into her car and
pull out of the parking lot. I looked around for Ron's van, but it was
nowhere in sight, so I hopped into my car and followed her home.

Peggy arrived home a minute or so before me. I entered the house and
found her in the bedroom in the process of getting undressed. She was
standing there with only her panties on, as she had been earlier in the
parking lot.

"Did you lose something?"


"Your bra. You had a bra on when you showed up at the lounge tonight."

Her face flushed a nice shade of red again, and she looked down at the
floor. "I-I took it off earlier. It was bothering me."

"Of course, where is it then?"

"I-I don't know, I must have dropped it somewhere."

'Yeah, you dropped it somewhere all right.' "Its so obvious that you're
hiding something, talk to me, I want you to tell me everything that
happened tonight. You had such a guilty look about you when you ignored my
question as to your whereabouts at the lounge, and again now when I asked
about your bra."

The guilt of what she had almost done overwhelmed her, as she began to
cry. I moved over to her and hugged her. "It's OK honey, don't cry, you
can talk to me, I love you."

"Sob, I know, I love you too, sob, sob. I love you more than I can say,
sob." It took a few minutes, but she calmed down somewhat, and asked, "are
you sure, sniff, you want to hear what I was up to?"

"Yes, I have a pretty good idea, but I'd like to hear it from you."

"What kind of an idea do you have?"

"Well, you were certainly enjoying Ron's company all night, the way you
were dancing with him and looking googly-eyed at him. I figure he tried to
put the make on you, did he succeed?"

"NO! No, he didn't, but, yes, he did try. I'm so ashamed of myself for
allowing the situation to get as far as it did. Yes, I enjoyed his
company, he's a great dancer and he kept complimenting me all night, making
me feel really special. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but there was
a point where I was just tipsy enough, and aroused enough that I forgot
that you were even there."

"That would be about the time you went off with him?"

She looked at me sheepishly, then looked away, "yes, he took me out to
his van to show me the way he'd recently re-finished the inside, or so he

I laughed, "is that what he told you? That's almost as good as the old line about the etchings."

"I know, actually, I knew what he wanted, but I was having such a good
time, I wanted it to continue for a little bit longer. I felt that I could
stop him anytime, please don't be angry with me, but I almost fucked him. I
mean, he had me so aroused while we were standing in the parking lot, that
if he had tried to stick his cock in me right there, I probably would've
let him. When he broke our kiss and tried to get me into the van, I came
to my senses, and broke away from him. That's when I came back inside."

Astonished, I looked her in the eye and asked, "you mean you would have
fucked him?"

She dropped her gaze, hung her head and responded, "I mean, I'm not
sure, I might have. Are you angry with me?"

"Yes, I'm also disappointed that you let things get that far. I'd never
do that to you, and I guess I never expected that you'd ever do it to me."

Looking straight into my eyes pleadingly, "I know, I'm so sorry, I hope
you can forgive me. I do love you very much and I feel so ashamed of what
I did, and what I almost did."

"I forgive you, but there's something you need to know, too."

"What's that?"

"I was watching you in the parking lot, I saw everything. I saw you
kissing him, I saw him taking your dress and bra off, everything."

"Wh-why didn't you stop me? Why did you let it get that far?"

"You're a big girl, I had to see if you'd really go through with it and
cheat on me. I was glad that you stopped it when you did, but I'm still
disappointed that you let it get that far. Whatever got into you?"

"I-I don't know for sure, but the alcohol and your indifference had
something to do with it. You wouldn't dance with me, or pay any attention
to me all evening. When Ron stepped up and filled the gap, I just got
carried away. You know he was kissing me and feeling me up on the dance
floor too?"

"No, I didn't see any of that. You let him?"

"Yes, I tried to stop him at first, but he was so persistent. I loved
the way he touched me in places that I had only let you touch me before.
He did these things only when he maneuvered me into that dark corner. I
was so hot, and you were ignoring me, I don't know, my head was spinning
and I was thinking only with my wet pussy."

Noticing the wet spot on her panties, I asked, "and what might that
sweet little pussy of yours be thinking right now?"

She chuckled, "it's thinking that if it doesn't get some cock soon, its
going to go on strike."

I attacked her, pulled her panties off and proceeded to fuck her like a
crazed animal.

I laid her back on the bed, dove between her legs and began to lap her
pussy with my tongue. God! Did she taste good to me at that moment, the
best I had ever remembered. I brought her to several small orgasms and one
volcanic one by flicking, licking and sucking on her clit, before I got up
and straddled her chest. She immediately took my rock-solid cock into her
mouth and began to give me a blow-job. I reached over and took her head in
my hands and proceeded to fuck her face. I controlled the action until I
came in her mouth, which took but a few minutes. She gagged a bit, but
managed to swallow it all, and believe me, it was quite a load.

I released her head and she continued to lick and suck my cock until it
became hard again, and it didn't take very long. Man! I was hot!

I hopped off her, turned her over and rammed my rod into her pussy from
behind. I fucked her doggy-style for about 10 more minutes, during which
time she came at least three times. Finally, I could feel the dam about to
burst again, "Oooh, yeah, I'm cuming babe, I'm cuming!"

"Oh, yes, cum in my pussy. I want to feel your hot jism all the way
inside me!"

She screamed and moaned, "Ooooh, fuuuck, I'm cuuuming! Yessss, Ooooh,

"Ughhh, Ahhh, Ughhh, ughhh, ughhh," I grunted as I came deep into her
well-fucked cunt.

A short time later, I fucked her again, first missionary style, then her
on top. She had more orgasms than I could count, and I came once more,
which made three times in less than an hour, a new personal record for one

As we lay quietly, well spent after the intense fuck-a-thon, I asked,
"well, my sweet, what's your pussy saying now?"

"It's saying WOW! Where did that cock and tongue come from, it's the
best fucking and licking that I've ever had."

"Yeah, me too, do I have Ron to thank for that?"

"He got me started, but you finished up pretty good on your own."

"Thanks. Um, now it's my turn for true confessions."

"What do you mean? What did you do?"

I hesitated a while, then proceeded to blurt out the truth, "I made a
bet with Ron that he wouldn't be able to get into your pants."

She reacted predictably, "YOU WHAT! Why you asshole, you
son-of-a-bitch, you're no better than he is!"

"I didn't expect you to be happy to hear about it, but it is a night of
mistakes, confessions and forgiveness, isn't it?"

"I don't know, why would you make a bet like that?"

I explained the entire scenario about how Ron had goaded me into it, and
she calmed down enough to forgive me. I believe the fact that she was
thinking of how she could spend the two grand, had some influence on her
quick forgiveness.

When she finally had time to grasp the whole situation, she focused her
anger on Ron, "you mean that bastard told me all those nice things just to
win a bet?"


"Ohhh, that son-of-a-bitch, if I ever see him again..."

It took awhile for her anger to subside, but it did and we both dozed

It was mid-afternoon the next day when the phone rang, and Peggy
answered it. I was down in the basement and couldn't hear the
conversation. When I came back upstairs, I caught the tail end of it.

"OK, Monday for lunch it is," Peggy said just before she hung up.

Peggy had a huge, devilish grin on her face, turned to me and asked,
"guess who called?"

Knowing Ron, I had a feeling that he wasn't going to give up so easily,
and responded, "I'll take a wild guess and say Ron."

"You win the prize! He wants me to meet him for lunch Monday. He
obviously thinks that he can still get into my pants."


"I told him that I'd meet him."

"WHAT! Why in the hell would you do that?"

"Payback, that's why. I want to pay him back for the line of shit he
was feeding me and the trouble he almost got me into."

"Look, let's let this thing go, don't push it. We'll get his $2000,
let's be happy with that."

"Why not let me have a little fun? Don't you trust me?"

"You seem to forget that I watched you out in the parking lot and saw
how close you came to giving in to him. You said yourself that you might
have fucked him."

"I was very tipsy then, this time I won't drink, I'll be totally under

I tried to put my foot down, "I don't want you to meet him, damn it!"

But she was determined, "get over it, because I'm going to do it."

I was shocked and upset at her attitude, but I could see that she wasn't
going to be dissuaded. However, I needed to make sure that she was aware
of the consequences, should she slip up. "I won't forcibly stop you, but
you need to understand several things. First, if you do fuck him, you can
find another husband. Second, if you think that you can keep it a secret,
you don't know Ron, all he ever does is boast about his conquests. If he
should somehow succeed in getting into your pants, he'll let it slip to
somebody, and probably sooner than later."

"So, you're giving me an ultimatum, is that it?"

"That's exactly it. Let me put it this way, what would you think if I
told you that my secretary has been flirting with me, and I was having
lunch with her on Monday?"

"Why would you do that, it could only lead to trouble."

"My point exactly, so why would you do that?"

She turned and walked away, choosing not to answer my last question. I
was fuming, I couldn't believe that she would see that prick again,
especially after all that had happened the previous night. I was so
distraught that I seriously began to wonder if our marriage would survive
this latest whim of hers. 'She wants to get even with him? How in the
hell is she planning on doing that?'

We hardly talked the remainder of the weekend.

Technically, Ron had already lost the bet. He changed the rules and put
everything on the line the previous night. However, being the asshole he
is, I figured that he would either try to weasel out and claim that he
still had until the coming Friday, or he might try to go for double or

Monday rolled around and we were off to work again. I sought Ron out
and asked for my two grand, he reluctantly wrote out a check, but smirked
knowingly as he handed it to me. I suppose he thought that I didn't know
about his lunch date with Peggy.

"You wouldn't like to make another bet, to give me a chance to win my
money back?"

I had to give him a little credit, he didn't try to weasel out of the
bet by claiming that he still had a week to go, as I expected he might.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew damn well what he meant.

"Give me another week to get into Peggy's pants for another two grand,
you know, double or nothing."

Since I had anticipated this as one of his possible tactics, I had given
it some thought and decided that it was too risky. I had little confidence
in Peggy, even though she had said that all she wanted was to pay him back.
The scene in the parking lot was etched into forefront of my brain. "No,
thanks, I'll just take my winnings and run."

He continued to try to talk me into it, but I merely turned and started
to leave his office.

Finally, as I opened the door to leave, he cut me to the quick, "don't
have much faith in the little woman, eh? You're obviously convinced that
I'm a better man than you and can fuck Peggy anytime I want."

He certainly knew how to get to me, as I responded in anger, "you little
prick, I ought to smash you right here and now!"

"You know damn well that I'm going to fuck her, so I don't blame you for
not wanting to risk the two grand that you've already won."

He did it again, he upset me and challenged me to the point where I
couldn't refuse and still maintain my self-respect, "OK, prick, you're on
for another two grand, I'll be back to collect it in a week."

He laughed as I fumed, turned around and stormed out of his office,
thinking of what a dumb prick I was, again! 'Dumb shit! Dumb shit! Dumb

I still didn't know what to think about Peggy and her date with Ron, but
my curiosity had gotten the best of me. She didn't tell me the name of the
restaurant where they were planning to meet, but I told my secretary that I
was taking an extended lunch break, left work fifteen minutes before noon
and waited in my car just outside the company parking lot. When I saw Ron
leave in his van, I followed.

He proceeded to a nearby restaurant and pulled into the parking lot, and
I parked down the street a ways and waited. I was in a good position to
see his van and most of the parking lot. It wasn't but a few minutes later
when I saw Peggy pull into the lot, get out of her car and enter the

I waited for about an hour, until I saw the two of them exiting the
front door of the restaurant, hand in hand, laughing and smiling at each
other. My stomach churned at the sight, as they proceeded to Ron's van and
both got in.

'DAMN HER! Why would she do this to me, to our marriage?'

He pulled out, and I followed at a safe distance. I could only assume
that they were headed to his apartment, and I knew where that was, however,
they surprised me by driving past his apartment building. 'Where could
they be headed?'

It soon dawned on me that they were headed toward our house! Sure
enough, I followed until they pulled into our driveway, and I stopped,
still out of sight, and parked up the street behind one of my neighbor's

I watched as they entered the house, and I exited the car and stealthily
made my way through the neighbor's yard, through my back yard and into the
back door, which accesses the basement. I quietly made my way up to the
top of the stairs, and listened through the closed door that opens into the
kitchen. I could hear their voices coming from the living room, but
couldn't make out what was being said. It wasn't but a few minutes when I
stopped hearing the voices. Another few minutes passed, and I heard Peggy
loud and clear, "ohh Ron, you're soo sexy, you turn me on like no man has
ever done."

'Damn it, Peggy, he's nothing but a big prick.' I was pissed at her,
even more pissed at myself for making the bet in the first place.

I could hear muffled moans and slurps, as if they were in a passionate
embrace, then Peggy's voice again, "let me help you with those pants."

'It's all over now,' I thought as tears actually swelled up in my eyes.
I was about to lose my wife to the biggest prick I knew. Not only that,
but with the way he boasts, the whole damn world would soon know that he
cuckolded me. I had considered barging in on them, but it would have made
me look like an even bigger fool. She knew full well what the consequences

I heard Peggy again, "c'mon, it's such a nice day, let's go out onto the
pool deck, I've always wanted to get fucked out there."

The pool deck is spacious and secluded, surrounded by an 8 foot high
wooden fence, and many large shrubs and trees. I didn't grasp the
significance of what she had said even though I knew that we had fucked out
there several times. I listened carefully, and heard Peggy giggling in
girlish excitement. Then I heard the sliding glass door open, and her
giggling became muffled as the door closed behind them. I was tempted to
leave, but decided that since I had come this far, I would see it to its
bitter, ugly conclusion.

I opened the door and went up into the main level of the house, over to
the sliding glass door, positioned myself where I couldn't be seen, and
watched. I saw them both naked as jay birds, Ron with his modest-sized,
but fully erect cock bouncing erratically as he chased Peggy around the
pool, and she giggling all the way. He caught her, and began groping her
tits and ass as best he could. After a few minutes of groping, she
wriggled free, sat him down on one of the deck chairs and put her index
finger up as if she were telling him to be patient and wait right there.

She started toward the house and the sliding glass door, where I was
positioned. I quickly moved into the living room, hid behind the couch and
listened. I heard the door open, then close, and much to my surprise, I
heard the latch close. 'Why would she lock the door?' I wondered.

I could see her again when she entered the living room, and watched as
she began putting her clothes back on. I was totally puzzled as I
continued to watch her finish dressing, make a quick trip to the powder
room to fix her hair and make up, pick up Ron's clothes and exit the house
via the front door. 'What the hell?' I thought.

Then it hit me, 'She's gonna leave him stranded without any clothes or
transportation! Hot Damn! That's my girl.' Hee, Haw! Son-of-a-bitch if
she isn't getting her payback, and then some! Love that gal!

I quickly went back to my observation point, and watched Ron. His cock
was still sticking straight up in anticipation of the great fucking that he
was expecting to get. As soon as he heard his van start up, he got the
most startled look on his face, jumped up and ran to the fence gate that
opens up onto the driveway. I laughed out loud as I watched his cock
shrivel fast enough to set a new, world record. He got to the gate, opened
it just enough to stick his head out, and confirmed his worst fears. Peggy
had backed out onto the street and appeared to be ready to drive away in
his van. She must have seen him sticking his head out of the gate, because
I heard two quick beeps of the horn as the van speed off.

I was so overjoyed at what she had done to the prick that I began
jumping up and down and thrusting my fist in the air with glee. I know
that I was never so happy to see a person suffer, as Ron was at that
moment. He was pissed, I watched as he slammed the gate shut and began
throwing our deck chairs into the pool in obvious anger and frustration.

I ducked out of sight as he came over to the sliding glass door and
tried his best to force it open. He was swearing up a blue streak, if I
ever heard one. I continued to watch as he finally gave up on the door,
calmed down some, pulled one of the chairs back out of the pool and sat
down. He held his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, as he bent over
at the waist, trying to think of a way out of his predicament.

I decided that I'd stay home the rest of the afternoon, just to make
sure that Ron didn't try anything drastic, like break the glass on the
sliding door, etc. I went over into the kitchen, got the portable phone,
returned to my observation post, and called my secretary. I informed her
that I wasn't coming back to work that afternoon.

I ended my conversation with my secretary, waited another 15 minutes,
and called Peggy at work.

"Hello, Peggy speaking."

"Well, did you enjoy Ron?" I chided, with a big grin on my face.

"Yes, he and I hit it off wonderfully," she chided back.

"Did you fuck him?"

"Hah, that's for me to know and you to find out," she replied, as her
tone had changed from a jovial one to a challenging one.

I concluded that she was testing me to see if I had been serious about
the ultimatum that I had issued. I prodded on, "are you going to file for
divorce, or am I?"

She took my question seriously, as she hadn't expected me to follow up
on my threat, "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"That depends on what you did today, and what your future plans are with

"I have no future plans with him, and today I got my payback. Are you
happy now?"

"What did you do, I mean how did you get your payback?"

"I can't talk now, I'll tell you all about it tonight, OK?"

"OK, see you then." Click, we hung up.

I turned my attention back to Ron, who was fidgeting all around in the
chair, still trying to think of a way out of his predicament. Time wasn't
on his side, as it was fast approaching the time when I would normally get
home from work. I knew damn well that he wouldn't want me to catch him
naked on my pool deck, so the pressure was on him. Of course, that also
eliminated the option of waiting for the cover of darkness.

I watched as he searched all over the deck looking for something with
which to cover himself, like maybe an old or used towel or blanket, but he
found nothing.

Finally, in exasperation, he sneaked out the gate and began stealthily
making his way through the neighbors' yards and between houses. 'I wonder,
should I, or shouldn't I?' I considered calling the police and complaining
of a naked man running loose in the neighborhood, possibly a mental case.
'Why not!' I thought to myself, as I did exactly that.

When Peggy arrived home from work, she explained the entire escapade to
me and we enjoyed a good laugh together. I decided not to tell her that I
had watched the whole thing. 'No point in taking a chance of upsetting her
now,' I thought.

We had some great sex again that night.

I picked up the morning paper on the way to work the next day and
searched for some indication of whether the police had found Ron, and I
found it. The article indicated that they had picked him up, and fined him
$500. I laughed out loud over his plight, again. 'Couldn't have happened
to a more deserving guy.'

I called Peggy and told her to check the article on page A13 of the

Peggy called back a few minutes later, "ha, ha, I can't believe it, this
is even better than I had hoped!"

I laughed with her, and added, "yeah, I think that you really did a
number on him. I suspect that he'll stay away from you, and me, for a long
while, at least I hope so, the prick."

I had to wait until the following Monday to collect the additional two
grand, as I had given him a week to accomplish his goal. I stopped in his
office bright and early, collected the check, which he had already made
out, and departed without so much as a word being spoken. I did have a
smirk on my face the entire time, though, and made sure he noticed.

Ron seemed to go out of his way to avoid me from that point on, which I
consider a good thing, an additional benefit of the recent series of

Who said nice guys always finish last?

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