SEX MACHINE REVENGE

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The bitch had fucked around on me from day one of our marriage. I know for a fact. I thought I tasted something funny in her on our wedding night. I accused her then and she denied any misconduct. I took her word for it.

But on our three month anniversary, when I came home early to surprise her with dinner out, I caught her in bed with Jeremy, the brother of her maid of honor. He scrambled out of bed and gathered up his clothes, then darted past me and out of the apartment before I recovered from the shock.

That's when she admitted that Jeremy had left a little present in her cunt for me, about a teaspoon worth, on our wedding day. Apparently she and he had been fuck buddies for a long time, since high school. 

But it "Was something they knew could never last," she said. "As great as the sex with Jeremy is," she continued, they "weren't compatible in any other way."

I had been cuckolded.

Totally humiliated, out of morbid curiosity I asked her, "Just what is so great about sex with Jeremy?" I expected to hear how sensitive he was, or what a big cock he had.

"He lasts for hours Billy. It's not your fault, you're normal and he's some sort of genetic freak, the 'valves' in his cock don't open after he cums, not for a long time anyway. He stays hard for hours. He's like an animal that can't get enough." I was stunned but I saw the dreamy look in her eyes. She was pretty obviously recalling the fuck session I had just ruined, and it looked to have been a good one. She looked up at me from her seat on the rumpled bed. "I'm sorry honey, really, but he was my first and I am kind'a used to a long lasting bull." I ripped my clothing off and forced my cock into her mouth. "Suck it bitch. Make me hard and then I'm going to fuck you, " I growled. I was mad, mad as hell, and I was going to show her a real bull fucking!

She devoured my dick, and had me hard as rock in a minute or less. She was turned on, maybe unsatisfied due to my earlier interruption, and I was hot for a hate fuck.After she slathered my rod with her saliva I shoved her backwards on the bed, her legs flew up into the air and I threw myself between them. I slipped into her pre-moistened cunt; she was really hot and wet, and gripped me tight with her vaginal fist.

Our bellies slapped together and I tried not to think of Jeremy riding her slit just a few minutes ago. But I couldn't erase that mental picture. And then strangely enough the idea of banging a plundered cunt started to appeal to me. Not another guy, just the idea of her pussy being totally fucked until she was incoherent and pissing herself, and then me stepping in.

It was hot, sexy, hateful, and horny fucking. I was fueled by visions of that little twerp banging her for hours, and she was starting to fly; her keening whine filled the air, with his name! 

"Jerrrrrrrreeeemeeeeeee!" She squealed over and over and I pounded harder and harder, deeper and deeper until I felt her cervix, "AHHHHHHHHHHFUCKINBITCH!" I shouted as I arched my back, thrusting so hard into her that I was sure her pubic bone would bruise me. My prick violated her very womb and I pumped hot hatred and semen into her simultaneously.

"OOOoooooh noooooooooo! No! Don't stop! Pleeeez make me cuuuum!" she shrieked.

I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Fifteen minutes of heavy fucking and she was begging for more. But I was done. And no way I was going down on her again, not for for a long time. I was suspicious that too many others and not just Jermey had used that thing too recently.

That was when my conundrum struck me. I did love the little slut. And OK, the family fortune she stood to inherit in just a few years.

But no way was I going to share her cooze with another guy. And I knew that if it kept up the chances of a divorce were only going to be higher and higher as time went by. But if she didn't get her marathon cock, same thing!

I left the whore masturbating furiously. I'd gotten mine, and lord knows she has gotten more than her share of O's over the past few months, so it was of little concern to me now. I was thinking of the future.

I went to our computer and tapped in 'fucking machines'. I found a site that specializes in pictures and video clips of beautiful women screwing some incredible sex rigs, or being screwed by them. It was wild. It also helped me refine my idea.

I did another web search and found a site that sells fucking machines. It was a lot of cash but I forked it over quite willingly.

A month later we were well on our way to divorce, we barely spoke and I knew that Jeremy was over a lot while I was at work, despite my proclamation to the contrary. Then the package arrived.

It was waiting for me when I got home, an anonymous brown cardboard box sitting in the middle of the living room. It looked as though she'd signed for it and then gone to the store, or Jeremy's place.

I didn't care at the moment. I opened the box and pulled the machine out. It required only a few minutes for assembly and it was quite impressive when I finished setting it up on our bed. The motor and shaft were several feet long all together. And then I fastened the fat rubber cock on the end of the shaft, covered the whole contraption with a sheet, and waited.

Several hours later she came home. She rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. I knew this was to remove any traces Jeremy from her cunt.

Why was she being so discreet now, or trying to be now, and at the same time time being so obvious? Women!

You can only imagine her surprise when she returned to the living room and I greeted her with a smile and a glass of wine. I gave her some real smooth talk about how 'We needed to communicate, I knew it wasn't her fault, yada yada yada yada...'

And I kept feeding her wine while I sipped my apple juice. In an hour she was shit-faced. She didn't complain when I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed, next to the mysterious sheet covered object. I gave her a minute to slip back into a stupor and then I tied her spread-eagle on the bed. She burped and farted, but didn't wake up.I cut her clothing off and admired her body. She was a sexy slut. I could blame Jeremy no more than myself for wanting her. But I was going to have her, and keep her, and now I unveiled my secret weapon. I uncovered the machine and moved it into position between her legs. I lined it up and made some minute adjustments so the initial stroke would bury the big dildo in her pussy. I squirted some lube on her labia and the rubber cock head, then I flipped the switch.

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