Shirley's mature mother

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I spent five months (to be precise, four months and twelve days) carefully and comprehensively learning about Shirley's mother. I already knew she went to bars for drinks after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I discovered that her relationship with Tom wasn't very harmonious; I guessed it might be because Manley suspected Tom of doing something to betray her.
I also found out that every other week, Manley would go out with a few close friends on Friday nights, to places like bars or nightclubs. I learned that her favorite color was blue, her favorite drink was a margarita, her favorite music was Mannilow and Sinatra, and she disliked seafood.
Just as I was trying my best to learn everything about her mother from my daughter, Shirley suddenly asked me one day, "Why are you so interested in my mother?"
I was taken aback, trying to brush it off with a joke: "What's that old saying? Like mother, like daughter? If you really do resemble her a lot, maybe I can go after your mother after our relationship ends."
"My mother? You really want to pursue my mother?"
I laughed and said it was just a joke. I said I hoped she wouldn't rush home after work like her mother, and then I told her to come see me often.
Although I already knew a lot about Manly, I still didn't know how to seduce her. I knew where to find her—of course, the bar she frequented after work—but I didn't know how to bring it up.
I thought that the little tricks that worked on the naive Shirley would definitely not work on her mature and experienced mother. I thought I needed to learn more about Manly.
It was almost time for the first weekend after Shirley's boyfriend Derek returned. Since Friday night, I'd felt disoriented and unsettled. So, I drove to a street not far from Shirley's house and sat in my car observing her surroundings, knowing she usually went out on Friday nights. Around 7:10 PM, she left her house and drove towards town. I immediately followed her, keeping a safe distance.
She drove through town, reaching the outskirts on the other side, and pulled into the parking lot of a bar called Black Saddle. It was a very famous Western-style bar. After parking, Shirley walked straight into the bar, seemingly familiar with its layout. I parked my car at the back of the parking lot and waited for a while.
I'd been to this bar a few times and knew its layout. I knew that if I followed Shirley into the bar immediately, she would see me right away, and I didn't want to be discovered so soon. So, I waited in my car for about half an hour.
About 30 minutes later, just as I was about to get out of the car, I saw Manly and a man wearing a cowboy hat walk out of the bar through a side door. The man's right arm was around Manly's shoulder, and his right hand was grabbing her right breast. Manly looked intimately at the man's face, unaware that I was standing there watching them.
They stopped in front of a car, and the man unlocked the door and let Manly get into the back seat. As she turned to kiss the man, she suddenly saw me. Even in the dim lighting of the parking lot, I could clearly see Manly's deathly pale face.
I walked past their car without any expression and headed straight for the bar. Inside, I found an empty seat, ordered a vodka, and looked around.
The bar was full of women, with a male-to-female ratio of about 2:3, meaning that for every two men, there were three women. I felt like this place had become a human flesh market, a place of blatant sex trafficking, because I had already seen three or four women winking at me, their attitudes quite ambiguous. But I had absolutely no interest in them.
Really no interest at all? It sounds strange, but it's true. Aside from having sex with Shirley out of revenge, I haven't betrayed my wife. I know I'm arguing, but I genuinely believe that only having sex with women who fawn over me would count as betraying my wife. Having sex with Shirley, and potentially with her mother later, isn't betrayal; it's revenge!
I sat there drinking, watching the men and women flirting in the bar, while keeping an eye on the door to see when Manli would return. Now I know her much better. Actually, Manli said she was out with her girlfriends, but she was actually looking for men.
I'm even wondering if she's also looking for men when she goes out with her colleagues after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I never expected following her would yield such important information. Now I think my plan to seduce Manli will succeed as easily as seducing Shirley. I think if I'm right, I can get her into bed tonight.
Less than 20 minutes after I walked past Manly into the bar, she and her cowboy companion hurried back. As soon as she entered, her eyes darted around, clearly looking for me.
When our eyes met, she awkwardly and quickly looked away, following the cowboy to a table where two men and three women were already seated. Interestingly, I suddenly noticed one of the three women—the one who had smiled at me when I entered the bar—which gave me the opportunity to join them.
For the next 20 minutes, Manly kept glancing at me furtively and nervously, and whenever our eyes met, she immediately looked away. I waited for my chance, and when our eyes met again, I immediately got up and walked towards their table. She watched me approach, her face filled with worry. I knew she must be very nervous, wondering what would happen.
I went to their table and invited the woman who had smiled at me to dance. As we walked arm in arm into the dance floor, the woman asked me, "Why did you wait so long to invite me?"
"I really don't know how to explain it,"
I replied, feigning difficulty.
"Oh, then let me hear what happened,"
the woman's curiosity was immediately piqued.
"It's nothing, darling. I'm married, so I wouldn't dare do anything rash."
She laughed heartily. "Darling, what's the big deal? All the women sitting at our table are married, including me, and none of our husbands are here." "
I have another concern. Among the women sitting with you, one of them has a husband who is a good friend of mine, and she's very familiar with my wife."
"Oh, which woman?"
"Manli."
"Heh, do you think she'll tell your wife? Let me tell you, darling, she's a much slut than me. We're both out looking for fun, so if she tells, wouldn't that expose her own dirty secrets?"
"Manli is really a slut?"
"Yes. She's had affairs with all the men sitting with her, and she's also had sex with the men sitting in other seats. She wouldn't tell anyone about you, darling, she's more afraid you'll tell her husband."
I danced a couple of songs with the woman on the dance floor, chatting as we danced. Her name was Jackie. She had been married for many years and had three children. Her husband was often away on business trips, so she frequently sought out other men for sex. After the music ended, she pulled me towards their seats and invited me to sit with them.
"I'm sorry, Jackie, that would be so awkward for me."
"It's alright, darling. Besides, you two need to break the ice, otherwise you suspect she might tell your wife about your visit, and she'll worry you'll tell her husband too."
"Yes, Jackie, that's the problem. I didn't come here for fun, and certainly not to betray my wife. I just happened to be passing by and wanted to have a drink. I'm really grateful to you for giving me so much information about that slut, Manly. I think her husband will appreciate it when I tell him."
"You're a beast! Why did you have to tell him?"
Jackie snapped angrily.
"I'm so sorry, darling, but we should keep our wedding vows!"
With that, I left Jackie and went back to my seat, continuing to drink my vodka.
I saw Manly and Jackie leaning their heads together, nervously talking. Excellent, my plan is going well; now it's up to Manly to decide what to do. Thinking this, I finished my drink and left the bar. Just as I entered the parking lot, I heard someone call my name from behind.
"Tony, wait a minute."
I turned around and saw Manly running towards me. As soon as she reached me, she asked nervously, "What are you doing?"
"Tom is my best friend, Manly, what do you think I'm doing?"
"Please don't do this, Tony. At least give me a chance to explain!"
"Okay, explain, Manly, I have time to listen."
"Not here, Tony. Could you meet me at Spagnora Restaurant tomorrow around noon?"
"I think so, but why there?"
"Please believe me, Tony, Tom isn't your best friend at all. I will explain everything to you tomorrow, okay?"
I stood there, looking at her without saying a word. Manly said again, "Please, Tony. Let's wait until tomorrow, okay? It won't hurt you, right? After I explain everything tomorrow, if you still want to tell Tom what I did, that's fine with you. But please listen to me first."
"Okay, Manly. I'll keep quiet until noon tomorrow."
"Thank you, Tony. See you tomorrow at noon."
With that, she turned and ran back to the bar.
I was already waiting for Manly when she walked into the restaurant. She sat down next to me and ordered a margarita from the waiter.
"First of all, Tony, I need to tell you that what you saw last night wasn't what you thought,"
Manly said to me as she took the drink from the waiter and watched her walk away.
“Oh, what can a married woman do when she leaves her husband and hides in the back seat of a car with another man? Please explain yourself.”
“And how do you think you can explain this?”
“I think you’re doing something to betray Tom.”
“No, I’m not doing anything to betray him, I’m just seeking balance.”
“Seeking balance?”
“Yes, Tony. Do you know how that bitch treated me?”
“How she treated you?”
“She’s been cheating on me with other women for years, and I finally caught her red-handed.”
“Tom? He would do something to betray you? Impossible, Manly, absolutely impossible!”
“I knew you’d say that, so I brought the evidence. Remember? I told you last night that Tom isn’t your friend at all. Now let this evidence tell you why I said that.”
Manly took a bulging envelope from her purse and handed it to me across the table.
“What’s this?”
I asked.
“Take a good look at this, Tony, and then I’ll tell you what kind of good friend Tom is to you.”
I pretended to be very, very shocked as I read the private investigator’s report. The report detailed Tom and my wife Mary's affair at the Sea Breeze Motel. The private investigator had been following them for three weeks, and the report was written nine months before I discovered their affair. Attached to the report were seven secretly taken photos clearly showing their disgraceful acts.
I feigned shock, my hands trembling as I held the report.
"Do you still consider Tom your good friend?"
Mandy asked.
"Why didn't you tell me right away after you discovered their affair?"
"Why? Did I want you to suffer like me? You could still live happily with Mary without knowing, why should I disrupt your peaceful life? As far as I know, she still loves you, she just needs a little excitement to enrich her life. So, I thought it was better to bear this pain alone, I didn't want to trouble you with this." "
Then why didn't you take any action against them?"
"Of course I did. I took revenge on that bastard once a week. I offered my body, the body he always thought was his alone, to any man to play with as he pleased, and then I ran home and told him I was very excited, letting him use my vagina, which had been filthy from being used by many men. A few times I even arranged for that bastard to lick my semen-filled hole, letting him unintentionally eat other men's semen,"
Manli said angrily.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant why don’t you kick him out of the house? Why don’t you divorce him?”
“Because I don’t want to be a woman without a family at 44. I think the best revenge on him is to continue making him support me while I cheat on him again and again.”
“Can I have this?”
I asked, pointing to the report. “Or at least a copy?”
“No!”
she said, quickly snatching the report from my hand. “I don’t want you taking this report home, pointing your finger at Mary, and berating her. That would disrupt the current balance, and I want things to stay this way.”
“Okay, if you don’t want to give me the report, that’s fine. I’ll hire a private investigator to get me another one. Actually, I don’t need to hire another private investigator. I’ll just go to the investigator you hired, give him some money, and I can get a copy of the report right away.”
“Please don’t do that, Tony, please don’t do that,”
Manly said anxiously.
"You might find this strange, but to be honest, I don't want to be a homeless, lonely man at 47, but I need something like your report to use against my wife. I really wish you had told me this last night, then I could have had some fun with Jackie."
Manly glanced at me, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious."
"So, what do you think? Instead of toying with Jackie, why not toy with the wife of the man your wife is having an affair with? It'll be a way of getting revenge."
"Do you really want to do this?"
"What else can I do? Do you think this afternoon is okay?"
It was incredibly ironic. While Tom and my wife Mary were meeting at a shabby motel, my wife Manly and I were having a wild, passionate time in a luxurious Marriott hotel suite.
After entering the suite, I called room service to bring us a bottle of champagne. I wanted to properly celebrate my first date with Manly. Manly and I embraced, drinking the sweet champagne, celebrating our first time like two innocent high school students. After finishing the champagne, Manly excitedly stood up and started a striptease in front of me.
When she laid her body completely naked before me, she smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"
"I love it! Mary's figure is already pretty good, but you're much prettier than her. Having a body like yours is the greatest blessing of my life!"
"Then what are you waiting for, darling? We only have three hours, and then I have to rush back to make dinner for my lovely husband."
Manly had done everything for me, and she loved everything I did for her. I licked her vulva, she sucked my penis, and then we had wild sex. As soon as my penis went limp, she immediately lay on top of me and gave me oral sex, making it hard again. Then, she lay on the bed, letting me fuck her vagina and anus from behind.
"I've never let Tom fuck my anus before because I felt it was wrong. But after trying it once, I really love it. I love it when a man fucks my anus. Come on, first wet my vagina with your cock, then fuck my anus hard,"
Manly said excitedly.
I inserted three fingers into her vagina, smeared them with her vaginal fluid and semen, then inserted them into her anus and moved them back and forth, smearing the fluid inside and outside her anus. Next, I wet her vagina again with my penis, and finally began to enjoy her very elastic little asshole.
Her anus was very tight, the sphincter muscles contracting and relaxing like a clutch, pressing against my penis and giving me a very stimulating feeling. As I thrust harder and harder, Manly couldn't help but moan loudly, encouraging me to ejaculate into her rectum.
After all, age catches up with me, and I had already ejaculated once in her mouth and once in her vagina, so it was no longer possible to ejaculate quickly. After thrusting vigorously for about half an hour, I finally felt the urge to ejaculate.
By the time I ejaculated into Manli's rectum, she had already reached orgasm three times. This surprised me greatly, because I had never imagined that a woman could derive such pleasure from anal sex.
Afterwards, Manly asked as she dressed, "Looks like I won't need to see other men on Friday nights anymore, right?"
"Was that an invitation to a date?"
"No, it was a request from me."
I said with a smile, "As a gentleman, you should unconditionally fulfill any request a lady makes, but is that only on Friday nights?"
"Of course not, my darling. During the daytime, whenever we're both free at work, I'll ask you to go on dates with me; Tuesdays and Thursdays from 5 pm to 9 pm, and Fridays from 5 pm to midnight, are also times I'll ask you to go on dates with me. And if you still have the energy, every Saturday and Sunday when Tom goes out to play golf—actually, he goes on dates with your wife Mary—I want you to fuck me. Darling, do you think that's enough?"
On the drive home, I considered whether there were other ways to get revenge on Tom. Tom's mother, although over 60, still looked very beautiful and elegant. However, I figured it was unlikely, and I didn't want to spend too much time seducing her. I know she and Tom's father are very much in love; they've lived happily together for 40 years, and it's unlikely she'd be seduced by me.
Now, I've successfully slept with his precious daughter and lovely wife; he'll never imagine what I've done with his wife and daughter. Now, I need to consider how to get revenge on my wife, Mary.
After much thought, the options for revenge against Mary are limited. She has two very beautiful cousins, but one, Angelina, is a lesbian and has little interest in men; the other, Fiona, recently got married and is enjoying her honeymoon with her new husband, so it's unlikely she'd be seduced by me either.
If I were to deceive them into coming out and then use date rape drugs to force them into submission, that would be unwise and the method I least want to use. I still hope they sleep with me willingly. So I've decided to abandon those two targets.
I think my path to revenge against Mary should be the same as my path to revenge against Tom. I will take severe retaliatory measures against her while keeping her completely in the dark, still smiling at me every day. After all, wasn't that how she treated me?
Then I thought of Mary's mother. Although Mrs. Druca was a stunningly beautiful woman in her youth, the envy of every man, she was now a rather unsightly, obese Italian-American old woman. Her thick waist, protruding belly, wrinkled face, and gray hair made her utterly unappealing. So, now only two targets remained: her sister Philonica and her younger sister Rosalia.
Rosalia's husband was a very good man, and one of my best friends; I couldn't bear to cuckold him. Of course, if I discovered Rosalia was a promiscuous woman who frequently went out to see other men, that would be a different story. I'd leave Rosalia alone for now.
Philonica's current husband was her third husband, and I absolutely loathed him. Actually, I didn't have any real conflict with him; I just didn't like the look of him. Philonica's first two husbands weren't exactly saints either; they were both caught cheating on their wives. Of course, Philonica herself was caught in the act by both ex-husbands multiple times. According to a good friend of mine, Philonica's second husband once angrily told him that he had caught her having sex with a man in the back seat of a car.
I don't know who was right or wrong, but I hope that back seat sex story is true. It would mean Philonica is a slut, giving me an opportunity to make my move
. Compared to Shirley or Manly, Philonica always stays at home, so I have to be much more careful to avoid letting Mary know my intentions. I've already used up my leave and sick leave while tracking Mary, Shirley, and Manly, so I don't have much time or opportunity to learn about Philonica's preferences and whereabouts.
My only chance to contact her is at some family gatherings. Fortunately, Mary's parents and relatives often called their children home for visits, or hosted birthday parties or anniversaries for family members.
Just like with my previous attempts to seduce Mandy and Shirley, I needed to find a way to get Philonica to take the first step. But if she didn't move, I'd have to think of something else.
I started staring intently at Philonica at family gatherings. Although I didn't make any frivolous moves at family baptisms, weddings, or funerals, I noticed that whenever I looked at Philonica, she was always looking back at me. When our eyes met, I would pretend to look away awkwardly.
This continued for about two months until one day, at the wedding of a relative's daughter, Philonica finally spoke up. The wedding ball had been going on for over two hours, and Mary was dancing with her father on the dance floor when Philonica came over and sat down opposite me.
"Tony, why are you staring at me like that?"
she asked.
"Why? Don't you like being looked at?"
"All women like being looked at by men, Tony, but looking and staring are different."
"Oh, I just like looking at pretty women. And you are, I mean, a pretty woman."
"Don't talk nonsense, Tony. There are plenty of pretty women in our family, but I've noticed you only stare at me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Nothing much. But if I tell you why I'm staring at you, you might get angry, maybe even slap me. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of these relatives." "
Oh, that makes me even more curious. I promise I won't slap you. Tell me, why do you always stare at me?"
"Well, I'll tell you then. I keep imagining you lying in the back seat of a car. Do you put one leg on the back of the front seat and the other on the back of the back seat? Or do you raise both legs to your chest so they're spread wide? Or maybe you stretch both legs straight up to the roof?"
"Tony, you're such a jerk!"
"No, Philonica, I'm just a curious person."
With that, I stood up and left my seat.
I wandered around the party, noticing Philonica staring at me. Perfect, I thought. I'd planted the seed; all I needed to do was water it occasionally and wait for it to blossom. By "watering," I meant staring at Philonica. If she was as promiscuous as the rumors said, she'd eventually fall into my trap.
Two weeks later, at a birthday party for Mary's grandmother, when Philonica and her husband arrived, I noticed her constantly stealing glances at me. About an hour later, she finally found an opportunity and walked towards me.
"Hey Tony, what's on your little head tonight?"
"A little, Philonise, thinking about some things. I was wondering if you were wearing nylon stockings? A tank top? A sexy bra? Do you keep a spare pair of stockings in your bag so you can change them if they get torn or stained with semen?"
"Tony, you're so annoying!"
"Yeah, I am. I'm not one for backseat romance, at least I used to think I wasn't, but after talking to Hal, I'm a little unsure."
"Hal? Who's Hal?"
"The one who accidentally saw you having an affair in the backseat of a car. Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."
With that, I left her.
Hal is a friend of mine. He heard about Philonise's affair in the backseat from her ex-husband and told me, but Hal himself hadn't witnessed it. However, Philonise didn't know this.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Philonica waiting for me outside.
"We still need to talk, Tony,"
she said.
"Go ahead, I'm all ears."
"No, not here. We need to find somewhere we won't be overheard or disturbed."
"Then where do you suggest?"
"Meet me at Rig Restaurant tomorrow at lunchtime, around noon, okay?"
"Sure, as long as you don't hurt me,"
I replied with a smile, and went back to the party.
The next day, at the Rig restaurant, Philonica immediately asked me, "Who is Hal? What did he say about me?"
"The guy who saw you having sex with a man in the back seat of a car. Didn't your ex-husband Joey catch you red-handed that day?"
"Who told you all this?"
"Nobody."
"You wanted to come with me to the back seat of a car too?"
"I never thought of that."
"Hmph! You've been staring at me the whole time, and you dare say you didn't think of that?" " I
really didn't. When I was staring at you, I was thinking, you don't look like a slutty, promiscuous woman at all."
"Can't you talk properly, Tony? Are you going to keep talking to me like this?"
"I'm saying, Philonica, I'm just happily staring at you, letting my imagination run wild. You know, you're the woman we talk about most."
"What do you mean by 'wild imagination'?"
"Oh, don't pretend, Philonica, you know you've always been my sexual fantasy."
"How should I know? Tony, you've never told me, not even once."
"Of course not. You're three years older than me, and ever since you were 16 you've thought of me as a little kid, never taken me seriously. You always liked to hang out with older boys, never with us kids. But anyway, I've never stopped having sexual fantasies about you, and ever since Hal told me about your backseat romance, all my fantasies have been about having crazy sex with you in the backseat of a car."
"Oh, you imagine me and you in the backseat of a car?"
"Every single time."
"That kind of thing won't happen, you know, Tony?"
I smiled at her and said, "Would you like some more dessert? Or should we pay now?"
I rarely find time to date Philonica. For a man my age, I have sex far more often than I realize. Manly and I date three times a week, and whenever Derek goes on a business trip, Shirley always calls me immediately to invite me to her place for sex. These past two weeks, Derek has been attending a company training camp, so Shirley has been inviting me to her place every night, leaving me no time to develop a relationship with Philonica.
Several months passed quickly. During this time, Philonica and I met at least six family gatherings. At each gathering, I continued my little trick, constantly staring at her. Every time our eyes met, I would smile at her.
Suddenly, things took an unexpected turn. That day, we were preparing to attend the engagement ceremony of one of Mary's cousins when Mary suddenly told me she had a migraine. I knew she disliked her cousin and didn't want to attend the event. However, we had a good relationship with her cousin's family, and if Mary couldn't go, I had to represent my family and stay until the end of the ceremony to show our sincere blessings and courtesy.
After the ceremony, just as I was saying goodbye to my cousin's family, a commotion suddenly came from the kitchen. Then I heard Philonica running out of the kitchen calling my name. I waited for her to reach me, grabbed her hand, and asked, "What happened?"
"I want you to take me home. I had a fight with Mario and I don't want to see that bastard again."
Mario is Philonica's current husband. I looked at her and said, "That sounds serious, doesn't it?"
as I led her to my car.
"I saw that bastard put his hand on Claudia's breast."
"Heh, then you put your hand on Claudia's breast too, and we'll even things out, won't we?"
I said as I drove.
"Stop joking, Tony! He made me lose face in front of the whole family!"
"Then you should get revenge on him."
"How?"
"I don't know, but you have to find a way to even things out."
Philonica was silent for a few minutes, then leaned on my shoulder, stroking my leg, and said, "Let's find a place."
"What did you say?"
"I said find a place! Didn't you want to know what I looked like in the back seat of a car? Then find a place!"
"Do you know what you're doing, Philonica?"
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
"What I wanted?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to find a way to even things out?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure if you'll tell your husband I slept with you when you get home."
"I won't tell him. Even if I even things out, only I'll know, I won't tell anyone else."
To prevent her from changing her mind, I immediately turned around and drove to my company. I unlocked the gate, drove the car directly into the company's yard, and then locked the gate again. When I got back to the car, Philonica was already lying on the back seat.
Before I climbed into the back seat, I reclined the two front seatbacks. Philonica had already taken off her pants and was waiting for me on the back seat, her buttocks sticking out. As soon as I placed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, she sat back, swallowing my penis into her wet vagina.
As I penetrated her, she screamed loudly and said, "Come on, fuck me hard, Tony. Fuck me hard, my lover. I love the feeling of your big cock inside me, Tony, fuck me hard with your big cock, hard..."
I grabbed her buttocks and thrust hard into her body. She moaned and cried out, arching her back to meet my thrusts. A few minutes later, I felt a tightening in my scrotum and told her I was going to ejaculate.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot all your semen inside!"
she yelled, continuing to thrust her body until I ejaculated deep into her vagina. As
soon as I pulled my penis out, Philonica immediately grabbed my now limp penis and began stroking it. Then, she shifted her body, turned her head, and took my glans into her mouth, starting oral sex, hoping I would get hard again quickly. After a while, seeing that I was erect again, she lay back in the back seat and gave me a wicked smile.
"What do you want me to do, Tony? Put one leg on the back of the front seat and the other on the back of the back seat? Or raise both legs high in front of my chest so my legs can spread wide? Or maybe stretch both legs straight up onto the roof?"
Philonica mimicked my tone.
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Everything you said, so I can go back into your hot, wet hole."
"Then stop talking nonsense and come on, Tony!"
"So, is it as you imagined?"
Philonica asked, nestled in my arms after we were done.
"Much better than I imagined."
"You should understand, we can only do this once."
"Yes, but I can't stop staring at you. From now on, I should stare at you while recalling the passion we just had, instead of just staring at you while imagining it like before."
"You'd better hurry up and take me home, and when Mario gets home, I'll see if I'm suspicious anymore."
"But what if he's already home?"
"No. He loves to hang out with those women in his relatives, and he won't go home until everyone at the party has left. If he left early and ran home, it's to beg for my forgiveness."
That night, as I lay down next to Mary, ready to sleep, I was very satisfied with having successfully seduced her sister to get revenge on her. Now, I've gotten my revenge on Tom and Mary, but they're still completely unaware!
I fell asleep peacefully with a bright smile on my face.
A week passed quickly. On Wednesday morning, I suddenly received a call from Philonica.
"Could you come over to my place after work tonight?"
she asked on the phone.
"Sure. What's up?"
"I want to talk to you about something."
"What is it?"
"Let's talk about it when you get here tonight. What time will you arrive?"
"Around 6 pm."
"Okay, see you then."
All day, I pondered what Philonica wanted to talk to me about. Had Mario found out what we did the other day? Had they argued again, and she revealed our backseat passion during the argument?
Did she want to discuss how to deal with Mario? My biggest worry was that Mario would find out about my affair with his wife and tell Mary. If Mary found out about my relationship with her sister and made a huge scene, I would have no choice but to expose her affair with Tom.
However, all my worries were unnecessary. When I rushed to Philonica's house, she greeted me wearing only a pair of sexy high heels.
"Looking at me like this, what do you think, Tony?"
she said, reaching out to stroke my crotch, then giggling, "Looks like it's got an idea!"
"Sorry, don't rush to give me oral sex. Where's Mario? Peeping in the closet?"
"Mario ran away. Looks like that wasn't their first time flirting when he put his hand on Claudia's breasts. Those two eloped, so I have to do something to even things out, you understand?"
She knelt down in front of me, stroking the bulge in my pants, and said, "I think you know what we're supposed to do. If you still want to play in the back seat of your car, I'm fine with that, but my big bed is very comfortable too."
That night, Philonica gave me a key to her front door. For the next two months, I went to her place two or three times a week after work.
One evening, when I arrived at her house, I found she wasn't home. She had left a note on the table saying she had gone out for a bit and would be back in about an hour, asking me to wait. I figured I had nowhere else to go, didn't want to go home to face Mary, and had to pretend to be a model husband, so I figured I'd have to wait at her house.
I sat at the kitchen table, drinking beer and waiting idly for Philonise. Then I heard the door open. I assumed it was Philonise returning, so I sat quietly in the kitchen waiting.
But after a while, there was no sound, so I stood up to see what she was doing. However, as soon as I stepped out of the kitchen, I saw two people in the living room, but neither was Philonise. It seemed she hadn't just given me the house key.
Looking closer, the woman sitting on the sofa with her breasts exposed was Philonise and Mary's younger sister, Rosalia, while the man sitting beside her, one hand kneading her breast and the other touching her genitals, was not her husband. The two people, lost in their lust, didn't notice me. Rosalia moaned, enjoying the man's finger penetration.
"That's not fair, you have to serve me too,"
the man said, standing up, pulling down his pants, and pressing his hard penis against Rosalia's face.
Rosalia giggled and said, "Okay, I quite like sucking your cock."
She lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took the man's penis in. Suddenly, she saw me standing in the living room doorway, her face turned pale, she quickly spat out the man's penis, and stepped back.
"What's wrong?"
the man asked, turning around and seeing me. He angrily demanded, "Hey, who the hell are you?"
I hated his tone, so I said, "Never mind who I am, but I'm going to tell her husband what you've done!"
With that, I turned and walked towards the kitchen. Behind me, I heard Rosalia say nervously, "Damn it, Roger, why did you talk to him like that? Look, you've made him angry."
"What should we do? Do you want me to go to his place and have a man-to-man duel, just kick him out?"
"Nonsense! Get out, Roger, get out of here!"
Rosalia said angrily.
A minute later, I heard the door open and close. Another minute later, Rosalia walked into the kitchen, her face full of worry. She looked at me, biting her lower lip. After a moment, she took a deep breath and looked at me, saying, "Are you really going to tell my husband, Steve?"
"Shouldn't I tell him? Rosario, Steve is such a good man, but what was that guy you were with just now? He was a complete jerk! Trash!"
"Please, Tony, don't say that about me, okay?"
I looked at Rosario, my mind racing. In a way, I hadn't forced anyone to do anything they didn't want to do, but Shirley, Manley, and Philonica had all fallen into my trap.
Although I used some methods, ultimately they did it willingly.
I looked at the very sweet-looking Rosario; of the three sisters, she was the prettiest. Comparatively, she resembled my wife, Mary, more. Moreover, their life experiences were similar; they both had loving husbands, but they both did things behind their backs that deeply hurt them. Although I maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, I inwardly hated this woman who had betrayed her husband.
Originally, since her husband and I were very good friends, I didn't want to do anything to her, but now that I see her so shamelessly betraying her husband, I don't need to be polite to her anymore.
"Tell me, why won't you let me tell your husband Steve?"
"If you tell him, he'll kick me out of the house,"
Rosalia said worriedly.
"Don't you think you deserve it?"
"If I get kicked out of the house, I'll never face my parents again."
"I can keep quiet, but you'll have to pay the price. " "
What do you mean? 　　" "
Let me tell you, Rosalia, if you want me to shut up, you have to come here and open your mouth." " What?" 　　"Come here, kneel in front of me, and suck my penis. 　　" "Oh God, Tony, I can't do that. " " 　　Why not? Just a few minutes ago, you were giving that bastard a blowjob." 　　"That's different." 　　"It's all blowjob, what's the difference? You choose, either you open your mouth or I do." 　　"You promise you won't tell Steve?" " 　　If you give me a blowjob, I won't tell him. If I do tell him, you can tell my wife about me forcing you." 　　She smiled and said, "How about this, Tony? If you tell Steve, I'll tell everyone you're spreading rumors because I refused your sexual advances. If you don't tell my husband, then we'll all live happily ever after. How about that?" 　　"That's a good idea, but it won't work. First, I won't give you the chance to tell everyone your story. Second, I know where your lover is. He's always drinking at Barney Tavan's Bar; I can drag him into front of our family and let him talk about his relationship with you. Now, you've already made me very unhappy, and if you don't come and suck my penis, I'm going to tell your husband right now!" 　　Rosalia's lips trembled, and she muttered, "Bastard!" 　　But she walked over step by step, knelt in front of me, reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling out my already erect penis. She held my penis for a while, then looked up at my face, seemingly hoping I would give up the idea of her giving me oral sex, after all, I was her sister's husband. 　　But I looked down into her eyes, my cold expression telling her, "Hurry up and do it!" 　　I saw a look of helplessness in her eyes, and I leaned forward, taking my penis into her mouth. 　　Although Rosalia pretended to be very unwilling, her oral sex skills were indeed excellent. Her warm, moist lips tightly enveloped my penis, her tongue licking back and forth on the glans. At the same time, her hand slipped inside my pants, gently kneading my testicles and pressing her fingers against my anus, further stimulating my desire. 　　She swayed her head back and forth, swallowing and releasing my penis for a while, then opened her mouth wide, trying to take it all the way in. I felt the glans already reaching her throat. She let out a soft sob, struggling to control her urge to vomit, and continued to swallow my penis down her throat. She was giving me deep throat sex. 　　After about five minutes, I pulled my penis out of her mouth, grabbed her arm, and lifted her up. 　　"What are you doing?" 　　she cried, struggling to prevent me from pushing her down onto the table. 　　I held her down, using my knee to spread her legs, then pulled her skirt up to her waist.

"No, Tony, you can't do this. Please, don't. You said you only wanted oral sex, just once... Ahh!"
She was interrupted by my penetration before she could finish speaking.
"Oh no, oh God, no, don't do this to me, don't ejaculate inside me. Tony, I beg you, I'll give you oral sex for a week, okay? Please, pull it out, please, pull it out..."
"What did you say? If you can have sex with that bastard, why can't you have sex with me?"
"But he was wearing a condom. Please don't fuck me, please..."
"It's okay, I can ejaculate in your mouth later, Rosalia, but I have to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you hard like that bastard. But don't worry, I'll pull out when I ejaculate, and ejaculate in your mouth." "Oh
no, no, Tony, you won't pull out, I know you can't stop in time. Please, Tony, let me suck it out for you."
Maybe she's right, it's hard for me to stop thrusting and pull my penis out in time when I'm about to ejaculate. Now, in my mind, Rosalia and Mary have become one, both are the targets of my revenge, I want to punish them, hurt them, I want them to pay the price for their betrayal. However, I don't want Steve to raise a child who isn't his own in the future.
But now that I'm inside her, I don't want to stop, and I don't want to ejaculate outside her. Oh, right, I have an idea! I saw a bottle of butter on the cupboard and reached for it. I opened the bottle, stuck my finger in, dipped it in the butter, and then smeared it on Rosalia's anus.
"Ahhhhh... what are you doing?"
Rosalia screamed.
"I'm going to ejaculate inside you, baby Rosalia, but not in your mouth. If you don't want me to ejaculate in your vagina, then I'll have to ejaculate in your anus."
"Oh, no, no, Tony, I've never done anal sex before."
"Rosalia, you only have two choices, anus or vagina, you decide."
I raped her even more violently, fucking her until she kept moaning loudly. While I was thrusting in and out of her vagina, I was also using my butter-covered finger to dilate her anus. Although I didn't know if it was her ovulation period, I still decided to ejaculate in her anus to avoid getting her pregnant and leaving Steve with a bitter pill to swallow.
Rosalia, seeing me thrusting harder and harder, fearing I might actually ejaculate in her vagina, quickly shouted, "Anus, anus, I choose anus. Don't ejaculate in my vagina, Tony, please ejaculate in my anus."
Hearing this, I pulled my penis out of her vagina, preparing to insert it into her anus.
"Gently, Tony, don't hurt me too much, please don't hurt me."
I smiled, thinking, "I'm going to hurt you, Rosalia, I'm going to punish you properly, you unfaithful slut!"
With that thought, I thrust my penis into her anus.
She screamed loudly, then began to cry and groan—not moans of pleasure, of course.
With each inch I penetrated, she cried out, and by the time I had my penis fully inside her rectum, her cries had turned into sobs. Then, I began to thrust pleasurably into her anus.
Since it was Rosalia's first time being anally penetrated, her anus was very tight, giving me intense stimulation and pleasure. During my vigorous thrusting, her whimpers turned into sobs, and soon into moans of pleasure.
This was the so-called punishment! Actually, the real punishment would be for me to stop fucking her immediately and let the lustful Rosalia suffer in the torment of sexual desire. However, I didn't want to do that; what I wanted most now was to ejaculate inside her rectum. I gripped her buttocks tightly, thrusting frantically into her anus, and then, amidst her screams, ejaculated into her rectum.
Afterward, I lay exhausted on Rosalia's back, rubbing her nipples with my hands, feeling my penis slowly soften inside her anus.
Suddenly, an angry roar echoed in the house: "What the hell are you doing?!"
I turned around and saw Philonica standing in the kitchen doorway, her face full of anger. Seeing me give her an awkward smile, she immediately yelled again, "Get out! You both get out of here! I want you both out right now, both of you!"
I released Rosalia, and she quickly stood up and ran out of the kitchen. Before I could speak, Philonica pointed towards the door and shouted at me, "Get out! Get out now! You bastard, get out of here right now, I never want to see you again!"
Time flies; a year has passed since Philonica kicked me out of her house. In this year, she and Rosalia have avoided me at every family gathering, as if they've decided to cut all ties with me.
Shirley still calls me often, inviting me to her house for sex. I don't know how long this will last, because she and Derek have set a wedding date. I know that when Derek goes on business trips after their wedding, will that wedding ring be able to keep Shirley from having sex with me again?
I still went to Mary's house two or three times a week. We'd discussed many times whether to confront Tom and Mary, but ultimately decided that maintaining the status quo was the best option.
My relationship with Mary remained superficially friendly, and I continued to feign erectile dysfunction to avoid having sex with her. She still went out to meet Tom twice a week, but she remained unaware that I knew everything about her affair and didn't care at all.
Every time Mary and I sat facing each other at home, I could listen to her trivial remarks with a smile, while inwardly telling her that I had slept with her sister and younger sister, and also with her lover's daughter and wife, while she and he remained completely oblivious. At that moment, my smile towards her expressed my genuine joy!

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