Following Up on Holly, a Slut Wife

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Pedophilia, Lolita, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Slut Wife, Revenge, Incest, Mother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Cousins, Grand Parent, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, MaleDom, Rough, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Pregnancy, Double Penetration, Violent, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Once again BeerMaker has written a story that allowed me to write this sequel to it. You should read his "Holly, a cheating slut wife" first. Damn I wish he was still posting, I loved his work. If you read "They Deserved To Be Punished" you know where I am coming from. A man finds out his wife is a swinger and his parents and sister are involved. Then he discovers even more. You name it, it happens, and they all lived happily ever after. Ok a few did and a few didn't.

My name is Stanley Oliver Smith but everyone called me "Bubba." I got that name when my older sister by five years, Karen, had a problem saying brother and got a little tongue tied when she said it so Karen started calling me "Bubba." I was born in 1981 and Karen was born in 1976.

You probably remembering reading about me and my Ex-family, which initially included an Ex-father named George and an Ex-mother named Barbara. There was also my now Ex-Loving Wife, Holly, who was also born in 1981. We were both conceived in September of 1980, at some kind of annual group meeting called SOS, and are both Gemini's, which is probably why Holly was a two faced cheating fucking cunt. Me, I have two sides to my personality too. One is easy going southern boy and the other is the devil. You know what they say about the devil, "The devil always gets his due."

Holly and I met in 2002, at the annual SOS meeting, and married the next year in 2003, and in 2006 we went to Cancun on our third anniversary. It was the day before leaving for Cancun that I found receipts and a shipping box for sexy underwear that Holly never wore for me, even in Cancun. It was addressed to her using her maiden name of Owens and was sent to her office. She must have brought it home and tossed it in the trash after I put it out, not expecting me to find it. That started my investigation and my plans.

Holly was followed to find her lover, but I later learned that just about everyone doing the following was fucking her, so she always got a clean bill of health. She was seen going to my parent's house and that did not raise any flags. When she was at work I had no worries. Me, I was working and going to school.

If you want to read more about me you can read that excellent writer's partial description of events in a story called "Holly: A Cheating Slut Wife", by Beermaker. If he was around I am sure he could do a better job than I can to tell you about my life but alas he is nowhere to be found so you get my life in my own, barely adequate, words.

Are there really any limits to the depravity of people dealing with other people? What kind of family would fuck their son's wife? What kind of family would let their daughter in on their secret, including fucking my wife and what about the daughter? What did the daughter do to merit their trust and my hate? What of my friends and business acquaintances? What was the scope of the sexual contact and were there any limits? Would a boss limit fucking my wife to himself, or would he understand that she was just a fuck slut and use her for a business reward? And what are the limits of their anger when they are caught by someone as simple as me, someone they do not respect and in fact hate? Will they just let it go or will they demand "satisfaction" for the dishonor of being caught fucking my wife?

I want you to know that it, the original story, was accurate as far as it went. But it did not go far enough to really let you know how the story ended or all that was going on both before I met Holly and while we were married too. And then there was after the divorce.

You see, the devil side of me, well it was still entitled to its "due" and had not gotten it yet. I was not going to go overboard, I understood proportional responses and was willing to limit it to that, but I was "due" to get some payback.

Let me give you a little refresher on what happened. Holly turned out to be a swinger, make that a low life cheating whore, and so did my Ex-parents, George and Barbara. They were both fucking Holly. My Ex-sister knew about it and did not tell me. My boss, Holly's boss, and her bosses' boss [Mr. Johnson], and my Ex-best friend, RJ whose parent's still lived next door to my parents, and RJ's wife - Debbie, were fucking her too. As far as I knew the entire basketball team I played with all the time was also fucking her. Hell they were not the only ones.

Later I found out that RJ's parents, Earl and Gloria, were in on it too. You can't live next door to swingers like George and Barbara without knowing they were swingers. It was lucky they lived at the end of a cul-de-sac and they were the only two houses next to each other.

Let me give you an example of how they did it when I was around and not up on the happenings. Holly supposedly won a raffle so we could go to NASCAR. I thought it was pretty cool, as the boss always got 6 tickets and this year had a contest to let an employee win two of them. Damn was I dumb.

Holly's boss was a man named Steve, who she was fucking. She even went in to work to fuck him before we left on our trip to Cancun. Steve's boss was Mr. Johnson, who she was fucking and he got a "good-bye" fuck before we went on our anniversary trip too, plus a lot of cock sucking. Holly "won" the NASCAR tickets so that Johnson and Steve would have someone to fuck that year. Me, I was in the pits looking at the cars and Holly had her pits filled, sometimes three at a time.

The bitch never even gave me a blow job that lasted over thirty seconds, made me wipe my mouth after eating her, and never let me cum in her mouth or touch her ass, but she was deep throating them and drinking their cum by the gallons. Now it is one thing for a cheating bag of pus to do that with other men and also do it for her husband but the bitch never once did it for me. Hell one time when we had sex I thought I hurt her because I almost felt her move.

Well it was not that bad, but you get the idea. She always had to cum over and over and I got my nut once. It was always in the dark and I never got to see her fucking me, well not until I saw her fucking everyone else, and that was sort of her fucking me. It was always white bread but I was in love so I went with it. It also means that I never saw if she had any marks on her body either. There was one time we did it during the day but by then any hint of sexual possession marks by someone else would have worn off. She always got off, or I thought she did. Of course she did, Holly made sure to always get off.

There are some other players in my life now. One is Aunt Ruth Hastings, who is George's sister. She was married and divorced for some reason and no one talks about it but you will learn why. You remember George, my Ex-father. Then there is also Helen, Ruth's daughter. Neither of these is introduced originally because at the time no one knew the parts they played in the events which lead up to my divorce and my need for vengeance.

Now my boss was named Harry and he was fucking Holly. I already mention RJ who worked with me and he was doing her too. Debbie, JR's wife was doing her.

There was Nick and his wife who were doing her, and the other members on the basketball team were also fucking her. We had a guy named Jason on the team and his wife, who was doing Holly with Jason, and she allegedly came up with the idea to follow Holly using some of the grandparents who knew nothing about what was going on. It was just the way they came up with to control everything. The grandparents did most of the following but were not in on the swing club.

I got pictures and audio, told the non participating wives, quit my job, beat the crap out of RJ and got divorced and refused to talk to Holly or even read her letter to me.

Beermaker ended with this:

"Will I ever forgive Holly? You can safely bet your last dollar that'll never happen in my lifetime. I'm a one woman man and I'll never share my wife with anyone.

"The video tape from their fuck fest wasn't any fun to watch but I did learn a few things. Such as, Holly thanking Mr. Johnson for the race tickets and she thanked RJ and Jason for keeping her and the rest of the group informed. Next she said "I'm going off the pill January 1st so Bubba and I can start our family. So the only person I'll have sex with will be Bubba."

"Someone I didn't know asked "will you come to our parties and give blow jobs?"

"No, if I do that you know I'll end up getting fucked."

Good old Mr. Johnson "Holly what about my lunch time blow job?"

"I mean no sex with anyone until I'm pregnant. I'm going to make sure Bubba is the father of our children. The day after I find out I'm pregnant we'll have a big party to make up for lost time. Speaking of lost time enough talk I need to get fucked."

End of original text.

I had let all the wives know about the videos even though I got cash offers in writing from the husbands to keep quiet and withhold the videos, but this last item really did me in.

Did Holly really love me and want to have my children?

When I thought about it I realized she did not give a shit about me and knew nothing about love. What Holly actually wanted was something to keep me in line. The DNA would show the kids were mine and that was what she needed to make me a virtual cuckold for life, if I ever found out about her. In the end I was wrong, completely wrong. But it did not matter as that problem was now out of the way and it was time for the devil to get his "due".

While all this was going on, and I waited for my divorce to become final, I made my plans for retribution, or make that, a day of reckoning.

As soon as the divorce was signed and final I put my plan into action. What I needed was information and I intended to get it.

I called Karen at a time when I knew she was not home. I got her recording.

"Karen, Karen, I, oh I don't know." I said forlornly and then I hung up. That way she would have my phone number and be able to call me back.

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