"Sign here!" I commanded, in a stiff voice. He was much older than I, by about 10 years, and I should have shown him more respect. But he had done the unforgivable and would pay dearly.
Many years before in my peasant past I had lived near my uncle in the village. I first met this man during those years when he came to visit my uncle, working on some books with him. I moved my family away from the confining village to Mombasa, where I had prospered. My wife, far from the humble girl I had met, liked and bulldozed into marriage became a well-filled out woman with computer skills which I paid for her to obtain in college. She was now well-respected especially in church circles for her dedicated work with children. She had risen to become a national trainer with the Boys' and Girls' Brigade. I felt immensely proud of these achievements, knowing that I had had a strong hand in it all.
It bothered me quite a lot that she did not give me the respect she should have, for did I not lift her from an insignificant poor, almost abandoned girl with no future, and given her status?
Some time last year, increasingly bothered by her poor attitude towards me, and her sharp tongue, I began to wonder if she had taken a lover, unlikely as that seemed even to me at the time. I sneaked into, and installed an app called Cheaters on her phone, so that it would send reports to me of all her phone calls, sms, WhatsApp activity and browsing history. I was shocked to discover that she had turned against me, talking ill of me with her lover. I was further astounded to uncover the identity of this man. How could she go for a man 10 years my senior? I found myself almost wishing it were a younger man whose prowess in bed she had sought. But no, it turned out to be the fellow I met at my uncle's, and who was still stuck in the village we had left behind so many years before.
Many weeks passed, while their messaging became more and more explicit, he telling her how he was going fulfill her as a woman, sexually. I was infuriated. What more could she want after everything I had sacrificed to give her, especially from an old withered, very lean fellow who had not even mastered the art of feeding after this long? Should I wait until they were rendezvoused in a hotel room and attack them with a panga? Should I hire a gang of thugs to beat them both up until they became invalids? There were times when his messages became exciting even to me, and I had a hard time dragging myself to the reality that this was another man telling my wife, my own wife, these things, and probably doing them to her.
Or should I take the revenge I read somewhere that you should let the man who sleeps with your wife keep her? No, I wanted something more satisfying to me. A friend of mine unwittingly gave me an idea. He had a lorry that brought fresh produce to Mombasa, from places beyond that village of my remote past. Since I sold lorries, why not buy one myself, and make this oldie serve me? He needed money, that much I knew from his chats with my wife. He could go to farms in the uplands, buy fresh vegetables from the farmers and bring them down. He would have no way of lying to me about his whereabouts because the vehicle management systems on the trucks my company sold would broadcast where it was at any given time, yet he would know nothing of it. Perfect!
"I will arrive at 10 so we will have more time together," he wrote in one of his messages to my wife.
"I will be all ready for you, my darlin," she messaged back.
My truck had been on the road for a few weeks by this time, in the hands of a distant cousin. I planned this would only be for a short duration, before I offered it to the oldie. I would sack the cousin noisily, letting my wife know all the reasons for this action. Family members are rarely the best partners for a business venture. True to form, he lied to me that he had not left the farmlands while the systems showed him to be in Kawangware market. He then rushed back to the farmlands to arrive in Mombasa a day later than he should have. I sacked him on the spot and had the lorry taken home to my wife whom I told the details of the parting of ways. I was convinced the cousin had been selling some produce in Kawangware, keeping the money in his pocket. I fumed.
"So," I told her, "I now need a driver as this truck cannot be parked here gathering dust when it should be earning back the money I spent."
It was no more than week later that my wife told me one evening. "Do you remember Tim, friend of your uncle?" She had just come back from one of her trips to Nairobi to oversee the building of a water project we had started some months earlier.
"No, which Tim?" I asked, while inwardly resenting him for putting the horns upon me.
"He used to visit Uncle often. I even think they did typesetting work together."
"I think I vaguely remember something like that." I kept up the pretense of not knowing whom we were talking about.
She went on to tell me how she had recently met him in Nairobi after many years. He was looking disheveled and obviously down at heel, though still with some of his old pride. "Maybe he could drive the lorry?"
The two cheats had fallen into my trap neatly! She thought I did not know the two of them were in daily contact, maybe even sexual contact when she was upcountry. I hoped that she was kept so busy that it did not actually happen. I could not be 100% sure.
"I am not sure about giving my truck to such an unfortunate," I answered disdainfully. "Does he possess a driving license?"
I made a few feeble protests then told her she could verify his ability and availability, after giving her a figure for his pay, a percentage of the sales. I saw their conversations on WhatsApp as they talked about the truck driving and it was agreed that one weekend I would also travel upcountry to meet him and get a contract of some sort signed, during which I felt justified in not showing him the proper respect.
"Sign here!" I commanded, in a stiff voice. He was much older than I, by about 10 years, and I should have shown him more respect. But he had done the unforgivable and would pay dearly.
I was beginning to think I had made a smart move in bringing the oldie into my employ, since the trips were making increasing profits. I had been so keen on monitoring him that I forgot to check my wife's phone activity. I had congratulated myself on having removed the two from each other's clutches, the oldie being on the road much of the time. I was puzzled to find, when I checked Cheaters' database, that the records had stopped coming in more than two weeks previously. Had they discovered my sneaky little app? That was entirely likely since she had studied computer software. But between my job and monitoring Oldie's activities, I had no time left to check on the wife. It irked me that she was using skills that I had paid for, to thwart my efforts.
The project had reached such a point that my wife needed to go up more than twice or thrice a month. On one such trip Tim had just finished delivery to Mackinnon and Kongowea markets when she was ready to leave. Without my reports of my wife's phone I never knew how it had been arranged but I absolutely refused to let Tim give her a lift. They pretended to look puzzled by such an unreasonable man who would not let his wife ride on his own truck. But it continued to bother me that I could not always time my wife's trips so that she would be in Nairobi when the truck was in Mombasa. The possibility remained that they met on their upcountry trips, and without my surveillance app on her phone I had now lost control.
I became almost desperate wracking my brains to find a way of stopping this adulterous liaison without seeming to have brought trouble on my own head by employing the fellow.
Quite by accident, one afternoon I came across a sex toy website. Moreover these goods were available, not from America or UK, but locally. An idea began to form in my mind. I could exact some form of revenge on the two of them. As days went on, I decided that one way would be to surprise my wife with gifting her a dildo. I came home with it one evening and went straight to the bedroom, meaning to hide it in her underwear drawer. You can imagine my shock when I lifted the neatly folded garments to feel something long and hard at the bottom. On pulling it out I found it was a battery-powered model, more expensive than the one I had brought. I stood there with my offering in my hand wondering what to do next.
Again, she had used the knowledge I had paid for to outfox me. I wondered how she used this dildo in my absence. I could not prevent images of my wife lying on our marriage bed, legs spread out, cunt wide open and this little machine roaring, giving her electric pleasure until at last she exploded into a huge, wet orgasm. Afterwards she would go to the bathroom to clean the mechanical cock of her juices and then return it to its hiding place among her underwear. Very appropriate, I thought.
So there was no need of hiding the one I had brought. I unwrapped it, brought her own from under and lay them both on top of the garments, leaving the drawer half-closed.
Over supper I teased her in the way that I always did to signal that she was going to get a good round fucking that night. Only there was a twist on this particular one. After everything was cleared from the table I went to the bathroom to prepare myself for bed. She followed soon after. She found me on the bed in my shorts and T-shirt, following her movements. She must have thought that I would follow the old routine.
When she had put on her night cream I grabbed her by the hand, pulling her towards the bed. I stuck my tongue into her ear, which always got her whining. I grabbed her tit rather more roughly than was the usual. Then I went to the mouth, kissing her with the passion of lust as well as of anger at what she had been doing to our marriage. "What is the matter with you, Pete," she asked me with a puzzled tone in her voice.
"I am going to give you the time of your life. Are you ready for it?" at the same time shoving my palm between her thighs and squeezing one then the other. She could only moan softly. I sucked her nipples pulling each a little away from her chest then releasing so that it sprung back. She squealed her pleasure at this. My mouth travelled south to her navel which I sank into and sucked in turn.
"You are in a funny mood tonight. Why are you in such a hurry?" Normally I lingered at her small tits, kissing, licking and sucking them. She enjoyed the pleasure that it brought her, sending electric messages to her cunt. She got very wet in readiness for my cock. I gave no reply other than going further south until I encountered her clean-shaven mound. I was reminded this was the usual time for her waxing. No body hair was allowed to remain on her.
Then I parted her thighs in seeming hurry to fuck her without delay. This also surprised her. I sank my tongue into her without preamble and began tongue-fucking her. Despite being puzzled, I found her quite wet. I lapped up her juices and dipped into her wetness. Her hips bucked at this onslaught. Then I stuck a finger into her while the other hand went searching under the pillow for the dildo I had tucked there. Deftly I exchanged the finger for the dildo. I pushed it in shallowly and drew it back. Meanwhile my mouth kept up a licking and sucking, driving her ever higher.
At the precise moment I pulled her swollen clit into my mouth, I switched on the vibrator. "Aaah, ooh, my gawd! Pete, you devil! What have you done to me?" But she was unable to stop what was happening to her body as she hit a more violent climax than any of us could remember. I slowed my tongue to allow for sweeping up the renewed juices running out of her. The vibrator was down to a slow tempo, to allow her to ride out her first.
I fucked her more and more deeply with the dildo, while increasing my vigour of eating her out. I could feel her mounting desire. I knew she was going to hit another massive orgasm before long. I increased the speed of the dildo to the next level, while kissing her wide-open cunt more eagerly. I could hear her frantic moaning. Soon she was beyond the point of no return. I shoved the dildo as far as it would go at the same time taking it to its highest setting. Simultaneously I sucked her clit into my mouth, pushed it out and sucked it in again. She could not withstand this treatment any more and this time exploded into such a powerful typhoon of an orgasm that she nearly twisted her hip out of joint. She was screaming incoherently.
"I bet Tim has never given you anything like that. How was it at the Rhino Hotel last week?" Her hips hit the mattress with a thud.
Before she could form the words, I pushed on. "I want him here tomorrow night for supper. Make the best you have ever done for a guest." She must have thought I had something very evil planned for him, but she was powerless to refuse me. The fact that I had used her very own dildo on her still had her mind in turmoil.
He came, he saw, he conquered a dinner unequalled. Then I told them, "To the bedroom!" cracking a whip I had hidden under my chair throughout the meal. They turned astonished faces towards me. "I want to see the two of you do everything you do when alone. Today you will have an audience."
"But my husband, please reconsid..." The crack of the horsehide whip by the side of her face cut her short.
The old man's eyes showed their whites as terror struck him. "I want you naked in the bed by the time I arrive there!"
I thought I should have had the doors locked in case they tried anything, but I was sure I had taken them by surprise with my demand. They must have expected that I would have a gun, or chase them together out of my house.
I burst into the bedroom completely naked myself, to find them cowering on the bed in their underwear. "Suck my cock!" I held it in front of her face. She hesitantly did as told, taking the limp organ between her hands and sucking it, while keeping her eyes upturned to my face.
"Suck her tits, slowcoach!" He scrambled to obey my order. The combined sensations of my cock in her mouth and her tits in her lover's mouth caused her to forget the danger of the moment and moan into my flesh. "Good, you're doing well, woman!" I bent lower to grab his cock between my fingers. Rubbing it gently I was gratified to feel it begin to rise. "Kiss her!" I commanded removing my cock from her mouth. Both of them were now excited, ready for action.
"Come and ride your husband like a stallion, woman!" I commanded her roughly. My hands were flat on the mattress, concealing a pair of paddles. She positioned herself on top of me and felt my cock entering her. I shoved in as far as it could go in the first stroke. The second one hit her cervix.
"Tim, what are you waiting for? Take her from behind" He dithered for a moment and I thought he would say that he did not do that to her, normally. But he placed himself behind her, lined his cock to her rectum and pushed. One of the paddles connected suddenly with his right buttock.
"Get into it with a will!" I felft his cock against mine through the thin membrane separating our organs. I set up a rhythm with him withdrawing as I drove in. She was being bounced from one man to the other. I hit his left buttock with a paddle. "Faster!" She was delirious with pleasure by this time with both her front and back holes filled. I paddled Tim a few times before I felt his spasm. She must have felt it too for she opened her mouth wide in silent plea. I felt his cock retreating, before I realised he was being pushed out. He exited with a loud plop, immediately followed by a faint farting sound, before feeling something warm on my thighs.
My wife had experienced such pleasure that her sphincter had opened of its own accord, downloading her solids onto me. I buried my fingers in its warmth and grabbed his cock, smearing his erection with her shit. I could feel his stem hardening again, which surprised me. I had never expected my wife to void herself, but this took me over the edge and I poured my fertile oils up her channel in spurt after hot spurt.
Smearing more of our unexpected bounty all over his groin, I ordered him to take her off me and spear her with his shit-covered pole. Neither of them demurred. Soon he was sloshing inside her with the sounds and smells of fresh shit and her renewed juices. This was very unexpected to me. She was enjoying her own excrement being pumped back into her by way of her cunt. His bunghole was up in the air tempting me horribly; I yielded to temptation. I thrust a dildo into his arse suddenly. It sank in so deep that only in the second stroke it was all the way in. He groaned, a deep-throated sound. When my finger went around his cock as it came out of my traitorous wife, I felt it stiffen some more then the spunk went past me, and was shot deep into my wife's cunt.
There was pressure on the dildo, buried deep in Tim's arse. I drew it out slowly, but it was followed out by a load of smelly stuff. He too had voided himself on our bed. I rubbed the wet stuff onto my cock surprising myself with how much I enjoyed the sensation. I masturbated myself using Tim's excrement as lubrication and you may be surprised, nay shocked to hear that I did not last a full minute before my spunk was flying in the air as I reached that lovely peak.
I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean my body of the excretions of two adults. After I had cleaned myself I went into that closet for fresh clothes. Then I drove out into the night to drink to the occasion of the shaming of the two, my wife and my employee.
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