Car Pool

Hey All!

Honestly, I'd actually forgotten I'd started this story. Out of the blue, I got a couple of emails encouraging me to keep going, so I figured what the heck. Here you go, chapter 2.

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CHAPTER 2

Marcia's breath was coming out in ragged gasps. The table was rocking so hard that it had moved at least a foot across the floor since they'd started, and Mike didn't show any signs of slowing down.

He'd found out. Well, at least he'd found out about John. Once he started searching through her texts and emails, he'd be finding out about eight other men as well.

This thought was in her mind, but the thought wasn't very clear. It's hard to concentrate when someone is inflicting you with a revenge fuck of the highest magnitude.

Some time during the fucking, the rest of her clothes had come off. A tattered blouse, missing most of its buttons, was on the floor next to her skirt. A bra was on the other side of the table. All she wore now were sandals with heels. Her bare tits were smashed against the table.

Harder and harder he shook her body, and then, unbidden, something happened for the first time in years. With Mike fucking her, Marcia began to feel an orgasm coming on.

"Oh, god," she moaned.

Smack!

A hand came down with a hard spank on her ass, and his hand yanked back on her hair again.

"I didn't give you permission to speak," he said.

He started pounding her once again.

"Mmm mmffff" groaned Marcia between clenched teeth. It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming, but it was clear there would be punishment if she spoke again.

For Mike, his cock was a weapon. He didn't know where this was coming from, but he couldn't stop himself. Something primal had triggered inside his brain, and the only way to satiate this instinctive drive was to fuck his wayward wife into submission.

Upon hearing her muffled cries, he picked up the pace even more. Sweat was beading on his brow, and his skin felt almost feverish, but he wouldn't stop. He didn't need to, for that matter; Marcia didn't need to know that Lisa had brought him to two orgasms in the car on the way home, and he could go all night if he had to.

He felt her legs stiffen. He watched her hands reach out, clawing at the smooth, polished surface of the table as the climax gripped her entire body. Never, not with Mike, not with any other man, had she felt such an orgasm. Through it all, Mike kept pounding, driving her to even greater heights of pleasure until at last her body couldn't take any more.

"Please," she gasped, not caring that it might mean a punishment.

"Please, what?" said Mike, slowing, then stopping.

"Please... just a little rest. I can't take any more."

"Well, that's a surprise," growled Mike."It seems like you usually can't get enough."

They stayed there, both of them gasping. Marcia's face lay on the cool surface of the table. Mike stood, his cock buried deeply within her.

"What are you?" he said in a low tone.

"I... I don't know what you mean," she said.

"I said, Whatareyou?"

He added emphasis with a deep thrust, making her yelp with pain and pleasure.

"I'm... I'm a whore," she moaned.

"That's right," he said."And even worse, you're a whore who's been caught. So, here's how it's going to go. You aren't going to leave me. If you do, I've got enough evidence to keep the house, the kids, and to cut you off with no alimony or a single red cent. If and when we get a divorce, it will be when I say so, on my terms."

"Okay," she whispered.

"In the meantime, you're mine," he continued."You will wear what I like when I like. You will fuck me, suck me, and serve my every desire. Understood?"

"I... yes," she said in a soft tone.

"We will sleep in the same bed, and you won't refuse me, for any reason."

"Then what?" she asked."How long do I have to do that for?"

"Until I get tired of you, or until I decide to forgive you. That's enough questions for now. "

Mike pulled his cock out of her pussy, his shaft glistening with the juices from her recent orgasm. She looked back over her shoulder in surprise as she heard him pulling up his zipper and buttoning his pants.

"Do you have a question?" he said.

"I... aren't you going to cum?" she asked.

"You'd like that, I guess," he said."But that's something you have to earn. From now on, my cum is a reward for good behavior. Now, go and put on a nice dress, but no panties."

"Yes, sir," she said.

Just then, her phone rang.'John' showed as the caller.

"Go on, get it," Mike said."But don't say anything. In fact, don't tell him it's over. Lead him on."

He watched her as she answered the phone. Her eyes couldn't meet his.

"Hi," she said."No, tonight's no good. Maybe tomorrow, yeah, we'll see."

She hung up and, with her eyes still downcast, spoke softly.

"Mike, I want to explain..."

"Explain what?" he said."How I've been a good husband, and you've been a cheating whore? That's pretty easy to explain; there's no need to waste your breath. Now, go and get dressed as I told you. Act normal around the kids. Actually, correction. Act like we like each other around the kids, it's time that we set them good role models."

The rest of the evening was actually pleasant. The passive-aggressive approach that Marcia had been taking for so long was gone. Dinner was pleasant, for once, and, other than the lurking infidelity, they felt like a real family for the first time in months.

After dinner, the kids retreated to their rooms for homework, and Mike and Marcia cleaned up the kitchen together for the first time in years.

"This is nice," she said, shooting him her best smile.

"Is it?" he asked, disdain in his tone.

Her smile quickly disappeared. Though a wave of anger crossed her face, she suppressed any response.

Part of him regretted shooting her down like that, but he still wasn't ready to forgive her, not by a long shot.

"So... what do we do now?" she asked.

"Wedon't do anything," he said. "Yougo upstairs to our room and put on a teddy. Then, you kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me."

Marcia hesitated for a bit, then she dropped her eyes.

"Yes, sir," she said in a soft voice.

Marcia left the bedroom while Mike watched a bit more TV, then went to his office to check a couple of work issues. It was nearly an hour later when he entered the bedroom to find Marcia, as ordered, kneeling at the foot of the bed in a black silk teddy. Well, not kneeling at first, but sitting on the floor. Still, as soon as she heard the door, she was up on her knees.

He approached her, and she looked up at him.

"Took you long enough," she said.

Slap.

His hand shot out and smacked her cheek. Not hard enough to leave a mark or cause much pain, but hard enough to be a reminder.

"Are you already forgetting who's in charge here?" he said."I hold all the cards in this situation. You're going to learn to lose that attitude, or you'll be out on the street. Understand?

"Yes, I understand," she said, lowering her eyes."And I'm sorry."

Mike had considered ordering her to address him as 'sir,' but he realized that could get very complicated with the kids in the house. So, simple deference to his authority was enough.

He went to his side of the bed and undressed. Marcia, being the neat freak, hated it when Mike left his clothes on the floor, so that's what he did when he got undressed, tossing them haphazardly.

"You can clean those up later," he said."Now, it's time for you to take care of me. Suck my cock."

He saw the hint of rebellion in her eyes and crossed back to retrieve his phone from his pants.

He scrolled through the app that he'd used to back up all of Marcia's texts.

"Hmm, what do we have. July 9th: 'Can't wait to taste that cock again.'Or August 4th: 'I can still taste your cum on my tongue, yummy.'So, don't give me that bullshit about not liking to suck cock, Marcia, because I know what kind of 'cumslut you've turned into.'August 27th. And finally, just three days ago: 'It still hurts when I swallow from the throatfucking you gave me this morning.'

Mike put down the phone.

"No more pretending, Marcia. No more acting like you're not a depraved little slut. We both know you are. Now, suck my cock and do a good job.

"Yes... Sir," said Marcia.

She got up on her knees and eyed his semi-flaccid cock.

"Looks like you've got some work to do," said Mike."Do you think you're able to get me hard?"

"Yes, sir," said Marcia again.

She began kissing and caressing his shaft. She cupped his balls, and she seemed to be applying herself to the blowjob in the proper way, dedicating every ounce of her attention to the task at hand. In spite of wanting to take a while, Mike was soon rock hard. He thought that perhaps some of the reason why was the images springing to his mind of Lisa from the carpool that afternoon, of the way she had tugged him off not once, but twice. Whatever the reason, he was soon titanium stiff and moaned as Marcia's lips wrapped around him and she began the slow plunge down his shaft.

She even had the eye contact down. She gave him that ultimate view, her lips spread in a wide, hungry 'O' as she bobbed up and down, her eyes looking up to him for approval.

At first, he surrendered. At first, he forgot the situation that had gotten them there, and he simply reveled in the pleasure of a man getting fellatio from his wife, on her knees.

Then, the visions came to him of his wife doing the same thing to John from two doors down. To Chris, a guy she used to work with. With each bob of Marcia's head, Mike saw another cock materialize in her mouth. With that vision, his anger rose.

"Do it right, slut," he growled."And take off your clothes. I want you naked."

She nodded and quickly slipped off her lingerie.

His hands wrapped around her head, and he pulled down. Harder and faster, he controlled her head until she was taking his full length into her throat.

Then, he stopped. He stopped with her face held firmly against his crotch, his shaft buried entirely down her throat. Her upturned eyes widened, and then he relished the panicked look as her gag reflex kicked in. Instinctively, she jerked back, pushing away from him. His cock popped out of her mouth with a slurpy pop, and she came up, gasping for air, a thick rope of spit and bile connecting her chin to his shaft.

"Now you know what I expect," he said."You can do that yourself, or I can make you do it."

"Okay," she said, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

She was soon taking him the full length down her throat, sometimes stopping at the bottom until her body rebelled, other times establishing a decent pace of admirable throat fucking.

It was obvious that she'd done this before; she hadbeendoing this regularly. Part of Mike was angry, thinking of all the times that he'd had to wheedle, to beg for oral pleasure. Marcia had always used it as a negotiating point. Blowjob = a new blouse.Swallowing = a full ensemble, or a new living room set. The angry part was knowing that she'd been giving it away, 'for free', to other men.

The other part of Mike was having a hard time dwelling on his wife's indiscretions as he looked down at her beautiful face growing more flushed; her lips and chin more wet with spit.

At last, his balls let him know that it was time. He growled out in angry pleasure as they began to unload. It was clear his testicles had no memory of the two loads they'd produced in the car, because the volume they produced had to be double his usual amount. Rage spunk? Revenge jizz? Whatever it was, he pumped down her throat until she choked, and when he pulled off, there was more to come. He blasted her face (something she claimed to hate) and coated her tits with more. When he finished gasping, he looked down at her with an almost contemptuous look.

"Keep it on," he ordered, something he knew she absolutely hated."Don't wash a single drop off. You'll wear my cum like the shame you should feel."

He saw her start to protest. He watched her wheels spinning.

"But, what if one of the kids comes in..." she started.

"Very well, you may wash your face, but nothing else. I want my cum, yourhusband'scum, to be on your skin all night."

She nodded, picked up her teddy, and went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she returned, she was wearing the teddy which had splotches of cum from her neck down to her belly, leaking through.

They turned off the lights, and she slid into bed. He turned his back to her. For the first time in months, she snuggled up to him, playing the big spoon as she wrapped her arms around him and nestled into his back. He felt her breath catch.

"Mike, I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He turned to her then and pulled her into his arms. It was then that the waterworks started.

The oddest part was. It was at that moment that it was natural to say nice things like 'it's okay' or 'I forgive you'.

But, it wasn't okay. And he didn't forgive her.

He knew that his lack of words as she sobbed was almost worse than if he'd slept in the other room. But he fought back the natural urge to give her reassuring words. He had never felt so conflicted. Why did it feel so good to hold her? At the same time, a big part of him was fuming.

He held her, though, until she cried herself asleep.

As she gently snored in his arms, he considered his hypocrisy. After all, he'd cheated on her that afternoon. He didn't buy into that shit about no penetration not counting. Cheating was cheating.

But he also rationalized his actions. He had known. Inside. He might not have been fully aware of it, but the years of neglect... his mind had known something was amiss. And that morning? Nobody says 'I don't love you anymore' if they're not fucking around. Nobody.

So, in his mind, he did some twisted math. He was going to tally up every one of the infidelities that he could identify in her chain of texts. Once he had a number, he would allow himself 25 percent of it. Not exactly an eye for an eye (or a fuck for a fuck), but he was going to hit that number before he decided whether to forgive her if they should separate.

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Michael woke up to the sound of a shower running. Marcia stood in the doorway of their bathroom in her cum-stained teddy. She was looking down at the floor.

"Would it be okay if I showered now?" she asked. "I have to get ready for work and... my clothes aren't really right for... You know?"

He wassotempted to say no, but he knew there were stages to this... whateverthiswas. She had to get used to being his slave.

He nodded his assent, and she turned to go into the bathroom. To his surprise, she didnotclose the door. She blatantly stripped off her negligee and let it fall to the floor, clearly putting on a show for him. This was another thing she hadn't done for years. Michael found that his manhood happily rose to the occasion.

He joined her in the shower, and her hands were soon pressed against the tile wall as his cock found a happy home between her ass cheeks.

"What can I do for you, baby?" she murmured as her hips pushed back against him.

"Nothing," he said.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, but he answered with his actions. His hand slid down her front and easily found the secret spot.

Though it had been a long time since he'd pleasured her this way, it was just like riding a bike. His fingers remembered the motions that pleased her best, and he had her panting with pleasure in no time.

He could tell by her breath, her moans, and her hips when he had her close.

"Fuck. Yes. Fuck, I'm... about..." she mewled.

And then, he stopped.

"Don't want to be late for work," he said, removing his hand when he knew she was moments from her climax.

The glare she gave him over her shoulder could have melted stone... but she bit her tongue before any sort of retort could escape her lips.

"Yes... work," she muttered.

Part of him liked leaving her on the edge for the day.

The suspicious and angry part of him pondered whether she'd be seeking out John or some other of her lovers for a release, given her recent promiscuity.

He wasn't sure which he preferred at the moment.

Marcia was soon off with the kids to school, but not without a loving kiss at the door; another first for the year.

***

It was Jenny's turn to drive that morning. In the half hour he had to wait, he worked with Warp, his favorite command line interface, to set up a programmatic way to parse through all of Marcia's texts that he'd downloaded in order to quantify what she'd been up to.

First blush: she'd had a little over 80 encounters over the past two years. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it seemed like she'd been with 11 guys, and only three of those had been regulars. The other eight had been random hook-ups whom she'd happened to text. He cursed himself for not diving into her phone further for dating apps, but he'd been so shocked at the text, he had only focused on those.

Still, 80+ hookups, 11 guys. His body count was only seven for his whole life,includingMarcia. She'd bagged at least 11 in the past 2 years.

So... yeah, he'd gone from kinda calm to livid again by the time Jenny pulled up to his house.

Alfred wasn't in the carpool again. As Mike came out, Lisa got out of the car and jumped into the rear seat behind Jenny. That was their usual mode. Lisa preferred the back seat.

So he slid into the passenger seat beside Jenny and said his usual hellos.

"Sorry if I'm not too talkative today," said Jenny."I've got a big open enrollment presentation tomorrow, and I'm kinda going over it in my head."

"No worries at all," said Mike. "I'm kinda in my own thoughts anyway."

Jenny, the HR rep, was a friendly, curvy brunette. They'd known her long enough to know she had these focused times, something which made her very good at her job, but not the most talkative on some of their commutes.

They got on the road, and Mike's phone pinged. It was Lisa, sitting right behind him.

LISA: What's up? Feeling guilty about yesterday?

Mike turned to look over his shoulder at her. She had a worried, sorta nervous look. But she was certainly cute behind those glasses.

He gave his head a gentle shake and tapped away at his phone.

MIKE: God no, sorta the opposite. My instinct was right. MORE than right. I found her texts...

Over the rest of the ride, Mike spilled everything he'd discovered. It felt so good to have someone to confide in. Mind you, he didn't tell her about fucking his wife senseless, but she was a good listener (via text) and very sympathetic to his pain.

By the time they arrived at work, he'd filled her in on the whole story.

They said their goodbyes to Jenny, but took a lingering walk toward their buildings. Mike could take the rear entrance of their building, which was close to Lisa's publishing company.

"So, let me get this straight..." said Lisa."She fucked eleven guys, that you know of, and she screwed around eighty times."

"Yep," said Mike.

"And you decided on a twenty-five percent retribution rate, how?"

"I dunno, I guess it'll make me still feel seventy-five percent more superior than her in terms of morality?"

Lisa laughed and shook her head.

"Mike, I don't think it works quite that way. I mean, fucking is fucking. Or suck is sucking, or whatever. And what? You're just gonna find three random chicks to bang twenty-some-odd times?"

"How did you arrive at three women?" he chuckled.

"Rounding up. She's had eleven guys... where are you gonna find 2.75 women?"

"Fair," said Mike.

They reached their parting spot, and she turned to him.