Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... to look. The current scene was Chet holding Jane up against a wall, his hands on her ass with her legs splayed wide to his sides; he had just finished, his thrusts were slowing, and he soon withdrew from her to change condoms for the next round.

Chet grit his teeth, "Too vague. What's a round?"

Jane mumbled to herself, her finger on her lip, "Hmm, I guess I'll rephrase that. A round is any time one, or both of us, cum. So, if we both came together that's one round. But, this next part where only you cum is also one round."

The next scene of the tape that Jane referred to showed Jane laying on her back on the floor with the camera a foot away from her face. Chet was above her, pounding his long cock into her eager mouth, fucking her face with abandon. Mona watched in hollow horror. He'd never been so... primal... with her. Their rule had been that oral required the receiver to be on bottom, just for safety's sake. Jane looked at Chet, expectantly.

Chet replied, "The whole night? I'd guess six rounds."

Mona gasped, and then felt terrible concern for if Chet had heard. He pretended not to. Jane laughed, "Nope! It was eight. But, I'll be nice. If you can name six rounds, I'll count it as correct. Remember, your future is at-stake."

A bead of sweat rolled down his face, "Obviously the two we just watched. The one round of," he nervously looked away from his wife, "doggy-style. The two times where you came from oral--"

"Clarify those? I don't ...

... remember."

Chet felt like shit saying this in front of Mona. He sighed, "The one time when I held you upside-down and did it. The other time when we were racing to make the other cum from oral."

"Ah, yep. That jogs my memory. Last one?"

Chet scowled. He remembered a pretty uncomfortable round. He was hoping he'd think of another. "Well?" asked Jane.

Chet's voice broke, "One time, you came from me... dominating you."

Jane smiled, eyes alight, "What ever do you mean?"

Chet snapped, "You know what I mean! The choking, the spanking. That was a round! You came from it."

Jane narrowed her eyes, "We both came from it. Watch."

On the TV, Chet held Jane by her neck, using his other hand to finger her furiously. He'd intersperse his finger-fucking with a sharp slap to her butt, arched and bouncing for him. She giggled and hung her tongue out, her hands pumping his cock vigorously. She was degrading herself, saying vulgar things that shocked Mona and ashamed Chet. Then, the finish wasn't even something that Mona thought could happen. Chet wrenched Jane up by her neck in his strong grip and spit into her grinning mouth, right onto her wide open tongue. This act pushed them both past the edge simultaneously. Jane quivered and crumpled, humping the air and orgasming loudly. Chet tended, pulling Jane to his chest, launching a rope of cum up her side. He pulsed a few times, his dick slowly lowering with each pump. Mona wanted to vomit.

Jane nodded her head slowly, like a wise sage, ...