A gay story: Coach's Conquests Ch. 05 Author’s notes: This is a work of fiction, inspired by a scene, where a husband and wife (Who’s the Cheer squad coach) blackmail a cheerleader with sex, though in this story, there is little to no coercion. The main category is “Group Sex” but also contains instances of Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Lesbian Sex, incest/Taboo, and Gay Male categories.
All participants are over the age of 18.
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In Chapter 4…
The Reynolds women host a spa day where the Cheerleaders are enticed by the idea of vaginal sex, then later seduced by Kevin Sr.
Meanwhile, in the McGuire household, Jack McGuire plots to get his revenge and end his cuckoldry.
And now, the continuation…
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Many hours after Victoria McGuire’s final orgasm, when her last BBC stud erupted in her ass and she dismissed her army of bulls, she undid the ropes around her husband’s body and smeared her cum-soaked body all over his, forcing her tongue down his throat, before she got up and went to take a shower and ordered him to clean up her mess.
Jack defeatedly obeyed and got to work, cleaning up the remnant cum off the floor with his mouth, his cock twitching as he licked it all up before he got to his feet and went to get the cleaning supplies. He mopped up the floor, sprayed the room with febreeze, then deep-cleaned the couch so that it no longer smelled like sweaty balls.
By the time he was finished and ready for his own shower, Victoria had already vacated the bathroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy robe, left wide open revealing her breasts and well-fucked pussy. She didn’t bother closing it as Michelle no longer lived in their home. Curse the Reynolds for taking his daughter away from them!
Jack smiled weakly up at his wife as she scolded him for no reason other than her own amusement!
“Go clean yourself up, you old fag!” She screamed, “You stink of cum!”
Jack obeyed yet again as Victoria left the room to get something to eat. When Jack was done showering, Victoria could be seen leaving the kitchen with a plate of food and going up to her master bedroom. Jack quickly followed suit and assembled a small sandwich, cleaned up the kitchen, and then followed his wife upstairs.
He watched as she ate her food, then took her empty plate without being told and left for the guestroom, where he ate his food, then returned both plates to the kitchen and did the dishes. When he was finally done, it was time for bed, and he strolled back up to the guestroom, where he now slept.
In the early morning, Victoria got up to do her morning run and was out the door before the sun was even up. She never bothered to alert Jack where she was going, but Jack didn’t care, he was already hard at work with his research. As Victoria left the house, Jack was busy thinking of the best route he could take to his plans. About a half hour after his wife left, Jack was dressed and ready to go. He left a compiled letter on the kitchen counter for Victoria to read before he left, and he silently departed the household with a small box in his hands as he made his way to the car and drove off.
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Two days after the spa orgy, the Reynolds family got back to their normal weekly routine, getting up and ready to go to school. In the time between then and the spa day, Michelle’s popularity among the cheerleaders had exploded into a near certainty. She’d been invited to movie nights, dinner dates, and other assorted girls’ nights out, as well as a few naughty invitations from one or two of the lesbian teammates.
Jr., meanwhile, had been out with his boyfriend Chet, where they met up with Leah. After some negotiations, Leah fucked both men in each hole, then officially joined them in a thruple of their own. As Jr. got ready for classes, a ring at the door alerted him to their presence, and as he opened the door, was greeted with a passionate kiss from Leah and a copped crotch from Chet. Clarice witnessed the exchange and was about to invite the two of them in for breakfast when she checked her watch and realized everyone had to hustle out.
Everyone except for Kevin Sr. rushed out the door minutes later. There was no practice today, so Kevin Sr. had no reason to rush out the door. His classes weren’t for another hour or so, and he had some extra paperwork to accomplish. With the whole house to himself, he sauntered into the kitchen stark naked, leaving a pair of loose-fitting pants on the back of his dining chair in case he needed to answer the door and prepared his breakfast of poached eggs and sausage.
He was all set to eat his morning meal when there was a knock at the door. He quickly turned on the heating pad under the stovetop and put his breakfast there to stay warm, quickly donned the pants, and walked to the door. When he opened it, he was greeted with a burly man holding a gun, his hands shaking but his eyes staring up at him intently.
“Kevin Reynolds!” The man said, “You’ve ruined my life!” He shouted, pointing the gun at Kevin’s chest, “Now, I’m here for revenge!”
Kevin stood stock still and stared down at the man, “Do I know you?” he asked, warily.
The man glowered up at him, “You knew me as a thin, lanky twink kicker that you manipulated into sucking your cock every chance you could get!” He said, angrily, “Well, I’ve grown up and got married, but it wasn’t enough for you! You had to take my daughter from me as well!”
Kevin’s eyes flared to a distant memory and the realization of who this man was, “Jack McGuire.” He breathed, “Michelle chose to live with us, I didn’t…”
“Shut up!” Jack shouted, “Step away from the door!”
Kevin backed up as Jack stepped inside, closing the door without taking his eyes off his target. He then gestured for Kevin to sit down on a couch and took a seat in an armchair.
Kevin stared at the gun in Jack’s hand as he spoke, “Why are you here?”
Jack took a deep breath and said, “I’m here for revenge, clarity, and absolution!” He said, “First, I want you to sign this.” He pulled out a folded sheet of paper he had in his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.
Kevin warily picked it up and unfolded it. It was a printed letter with a line at the bottom for a signature.
Kevin read it aloud, “I, Kevin Reynolds, hereby being of sound mind and body, do swear that the following is my fault, that I have no one to blame but myself, and that I have done so, knowingly or otherwise, that my actions have consequences, and chose to ignore them. I am responsible for the ruination of the marriage between Jack and Victoria McGuire, through my actions both as an adult and as a teenager. It is through my action at seducing Jack McGuire as a teenager, turning him gay and forcing him to partake in homosexual eroticism for my own amusement.
“It is also my fault that Jack became the football team’s quote, ‘bottom bitch’, and it is through my actions that I have set him on the path of ruin after high school. My actions, and those of my wife, have set my darling wife, Victoria, on the warpath, where she has taken her frustrations out on Jack without justifiable reason, leaving him a broken man. I hereby sign this confession so that my former friend/victim can find peace in his actions. Signed…”
Jack pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and tossed it to Kevin, “Sign it.”
Kevin set down the letter, “No.”
Jack glowered at him, “Sign it, or I will shoot you!”
“If I sign it, you’ll more than likely shoot me anyway, so I fail to see the point.” Kevin countered.
Jack sighed, “I’m not here to kill you, Kevin!” He said, “The gun isn’t even loaded!” He said, putting the gun on the table, “I just want you to admit your wrongdoing, sign the confession, and let me take my daughter home with me.”
Kevin reached over and picked up the gun. It was an old revolver. He opened the gun and checked inside. True to Jack’s word, there were no bullets. He quickly put the gun back down, then a split second later, lunged forward and grabbed Jack, throwing him to the ground, and pulling him into a headlock.
“You think you can come in here, threaten me with death, and then think you can get away with blackmail?!” He yelled, his arms and legs in a vice grip around Jack’s body, his arms locked around the man’s neck and arms, keeping him contained, “Think again!”
Jack gasped for breath and tried to speak, but moments later, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.
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When Jack regained consciousness, he realized he was no longer in the Reynolds house. He was in a dark room, with a spotlight shining from above. He also noticed immediately that his arms and legs were bound to a metal chair, and that he was naked. His chastity cage was removed, and his balls dangled low. He also realized upon a quick glance at himself that his hair had been completely shaven, leaving him hairless from the neck down.
A dim light switched on in front of him, and Kevin stepped into view, “Jack McGuire. Do you know where you are?” he asked, his tone dark and his voice pitched low, almost like he was trying to mimic an imposing judge.
Jack shook his head, “No fucking clue, let me out of these restraints!” He said immediately, “This isn’t a fucking joke, Kevin!”
“It’s ‘Master’ to you, bitch!” Kevin said, folding his broad arms. Jack realized at once that Kevin was shirtless, if not completely naked.
A light switched on to Jack’s left, almost outside of his periphery. Jack turned and saw a broad-shouldered youth, wearing shoulder pads on his otherwise naked upper body, his cheeks sporting strips of eye black. Jack caught himself looking down at the young man’s nipples, which looked prominent under the shoulder pads.
“You are in the depths of your failure!” The boy said, his voice channelling the same dark tone that Kevin had, “We are here to show you the reasons for your failures and the only way to redemption!”
Another light switched on, this time on Jack’s far right. He turned and blinked. A young man appeared in that light. He was lean and thin. Jack blinked, the young man looked a lot like Kevin, but with different eyes. They were Clarice’s eyes. Kevin Jr. stood in front of him, his chest bare and hairless, “You are gay, not straight! You need to stop pretending! Stop denying yourself!”
A fourth light switched on, but it was behind Jack. He tried to look over his shoulder, but the restraints kept him in place and he couldn’t see who it was, but the moment the person spoke, he knew it wasn’t a male voice at all, but a woman’s.
“You think pretending to be straight is the way to go because you were raised to deny yourself!” Said Michelle, “You’re wrong! Embracing who you are is the key to happiness! Stop pretending, dad! I’ve broken away from Mom’s influence and embraced myself! I love being me. You should love being you!”
“And what am I?” asked Jack, “A faggot bottom bitch for a football team? A caged cuckold for a dominant personality? A pathetic excuse for a father? Please, tell me, what am I?”
“A kicker!” Said Kevin, “You were the best kicker on the team. I knew you had the talent for it long before I encouraged you to come out of the closet!”
“You pulled me out of the closet by the arm and forced me to my knees!” Jack spat, looking back at Kevin, angrily, “You made me suck your dick for hours, then fucked my ass for hours after that!”
“And what’s the problem with that?” asked the youth to Jack’s left, “I’ve done it. I used to be a bully, a buff jock, a macho man! Now, I’m the team’s bottom, and I love it. I get to suck cock, eat ass, and I get fucked every day. I have more orgasms now than I ever did when I got teased and had to get off on my own! Coming out was glorious!”
“And I suppose Kevin made it happen?” asked Jack, “Just like he made me suck cock and take it up my ass after every game? He passed me around to every guy on the team. There were days when the only thing we did was have a gangbang and I was the only one getting fucked! They never let me have a break, never let me fuck someone else!”
“Then maybe you should have asked, or said something!” Said Kevin Jr., “If you spoke up, they would have listened! I spoke out and my family listened, I was able to air my frustrations and I got a chance to explore myself. I have a boyfriend and we take turns. I have a girlfriend and she’s open to experimenting. We’re in a thruple and it’s the best thing in the world to share and we have amazing mind-blowing sex, but it wouldn’t have been possible if I kept my mouth shut!!”
“Easy for you to say, you’re a handsome young man. I was a lanky teenager with no aspirations other than kicking a ball high enough to score points. Beyond that, I was a loser!” Jack countered, angrily, “Now, look at me, I’m fat, my dick is constantly soft from being in a cage at all hours of the day, and my loving wife is a bitch to me, we don’t sleep in the same bed and it’s been years since we’ve had sex! She ignores me and pretends I’m not even her husband!”
“Because she’s a toxic whore!” Said Michelle, “She’s jealous of the world and the people in it. She wants to be on top, but you were never meant to be her husband. You’re just a toy to her, she never loved you. I loved you! I still do! I’d love you if you were openly gay and had a boyfriend or a husband! But none of that is possible because you’re in denial!”
“And what about you?” Jack asked, “Are you content with living with a family of deviants? Are you happy with your life now that you don’t live under our roof?”
“The only deviant I’ve ever known was Mom!” Said Michelle, “I’ve known for a long time that you sleep in the guest room, and I know about Mom’s gangbangs, the dildos she uses on you, and everything else. I was never happy in that house, but when I’m with the Reynolds, it’s like a weight has been lifted! I’m free to experience real love, real affection, real everything!
“They’ve taken me into their home, and shown me what it’s like to live without the fear of being whipped or flogged, or threatened to be disowned! And I don’t know about you, but they’re gods at sex! I lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had! Dad, they’re perfect people, and they’ve made me realize that being gay isn’t a bad thing! As it turns out, I like having my pussy eaten by a woman and fucked by a big man! I’ll never go back to living in that hellhole again. Please, come back out of the closet, admit it to yourself what you want, who you want, and where you want to be!”
Jack sighed and turned back to Kevin Sr., “What do you want?” he asked.
Kevin smiled and stepped forward into the central light, “First, I’d like for you to take a trip down memory lane as I show you the true purpose of a bottom bitch! Then, we’ll see how you feel.” He said.
In an instant, all the lights activated at once, blinding Jack for a moment. He blinked several times until when his eyes came into focus, and he was greeted by the sight of a dozen men in front of him, the young man with the shoulder pads in the center of what appeared to be a bukkake. All eleven men standing around the shoulder-pad-clad youth were around the same age, of varying shapes, colours, and builds.
There were three black men with monster cocks on one side, while a pair of Asian boys with seven-inch erections stood on the opposite side, next to a Latino youth and Kevin’s son, who was sporting near identical eight-inch cocks, both erect. Kevin Jr. and the Latin youth were jerking each other off and exchanging passionate kisses while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies before the young man in the middle moved his head over to their cocks and inhaled one after the other.
The entire scene brought Jack back to one of his greatest memories, of the championship finals game. They’d won, and Kevin, being the team captain, decided to host an orgy in the locker rooms after the game. Jack, of course, was the first to be stripped and fucked hard in the ass by Kevin and the Defensive linemen, before being thrown into the center of attention for the rest of the team as he sucked every cock in the room while being fucked from all sides.
Likewise, the young man in the center of the room was experiencing what Jack himself had experienced, and in much the same way, he was eagerly taking in every cock in sight, sucking on it like a popsicle and moaning as his tongue swept over the erect shafts. Jack couldn’t help but notice that unlike his bukkake, where none of his teammates were eager to touch each other other than to encourage or egg each other on, the men of this football team were eagerly caressing each other, pumping the unattended cocks to keep them hard, and copped a feel at every opportunity.
A few of the teammates fingered each other’s asses with their free hands while their fellows roamed over their hard bodies, pinching nipples, and doing everything that people in lust do to each other, in the form of foreplay. It was exactly what Victoria demanded her fuckbuddies do to her to keep her energized.
Jack suddenly felt jealous that the football team was experiencing everything he had been denied for over eighteen years. Everything Victoria did with her boy toys was on full display, and it made him horny to watch as an entire football team was eagerly sharing in the sexual event that was this bukkake. If not for the fact that his daughter was standing behind him, Jack’s erect cock would have almost certainly erupted with a multitude of cum that he’d been unable to burst forth, since his cock was contained within a chastity cage and incapable of finding pure release.
Suddenly, and without prior warning, Jack felt a hand on his cock. He tore his eyes away from the orgy in front of him and looked down, seeing a slender, feminine hand, caressing his erect meat. Fear curled into his eyes as he looked over and saw Michelle’s body connected to the hand stroking his cock.
“Sweety, what are you doing?” he breathed.
“Shhh….” Michelle said, soothingly, “I’m giving you what Mom never did. You want to cum, don’t you?!”
“Not like this.” Jack protested, “I don’t want to engage in incest!”
“Relax, Dad. I know you’ll never enjoy pussy, so I won’t cross too many lines,” Michelle explained, “But let me at least give you some comfort, some intimacy. I know you’ve been denied every bit of release for years. I know what it looks like, I’ve been where you’ve been, been denied release. Mom’s put me in a chastity belt once or twice. Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you don’t already want to do.”
She nudged her head to one side, and Jack followed her gaze back to the orgy/bukkake, where the scene had changed. The young man with the shoulder pads had moved to his hands and knees as the Latino youth had his eight-inch cock dangling in front of his mouth, while one of the black teenagers was running his erect cock along the cleft of his ass. With one powerful thrust, the black teen moved his cock into the young man’s ass and the two began to spitroast the shoulder-pad-clad young man.
Jack watched as another flood of memories entered his mind, his daughter’s hand forgotten as images of his mouth full of a hard cock thrust into him as someone fucked his own ass. He felt the same tingling sensations in his own holes as he remembered the power in each thrust at both ends and felt his anal muscles clench at the prospect of feeling it again. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he wanted to experience what the young man was feeling right this fucking second.
“Michelle, take your hand off my cock and fetch the coach!” He said in a low tone. Michelle smirked as she let go of his cock and walked away. A moment later, Kevin Sr. strolled into view, his hard naked cock swinging with each step. Jack watched it sway from side to side as Kevin stepped in front of him.
“Are you done denying yourself?” Kevin Sr. asked.
Jack nodded as he inhaled the scent of sweat and cum as the orgy went on, and a tsunami of memories kept flooding back into his mind. The gangbangs, the orgies, the times he drank in so much cum he almost suffocated in ecstasy. He looked up into Kevin’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, and smiled.
“Kevin Reynolds, can I suck your cock?” he asked.
Kevin nodded and placed his hand on Jack’s cheek, pulled him forward, and thrust his cock into the man’s awaiting mouth. Jack felt the familiar pull as he sucked in the shaft and began to bob in time with Kevin’s hand on his face, feeling the muscles slide past his teeth and tongue. He was so wrapped up in the all-so-clear and natural sensations in his mouth that he barely noticed the restraints around his body loosen and fall to the ground. The next thing he knew, however, was Kevin pulling his cock out of his mouth and pulling his head forward, just as the chair under his ass was pulled away.
Jack fell forward, barely managing to fall to his knees, as Michelle pulled his chair and set it against the wall. Kevin, meanwhile, shoved his cock back into Jack’s mouth and began pumping with vigour, keeping both hands in front of Jack’s vision, while he made eye contact with someone over his shoulder and gestured with his head for them to come forward.
Jack glanced up and saw the head nod but ignored it until he felt a young man’s cock caressing his ass, thrusting up and down over the tight hole. Sure, he’d had anal toys in there at Victoria’s behest, and the occasional dildo fucking, but his hole hadn’t had a real cock inside it since the graduation orgy. Now, a long thick pole was making Jack’s ass quiver with the anticipation of another good hard fucking. He tried moving his head off Kevin’s cock to see who was having the privilege of fucking him after so long, but Kevin’s hands clamped down on the sides of his face.
“Not yet, boy toy.” Said Kevin, his voice echoing his pet name for Jack back in their high school days, which made Jack’s cock twitch at the mention of the word, “I want you focused on me at all times. After I’m done with your mouth, you can see who has your ass on loan!”
With that, Jack redoubled his efforts to bring Kevin’s cock to orgasm, not caring who had taken his ass for themselves. It went on for half an hour, the sounds of the football gangbang in the background as Kevin moaned with each thrust, Jack grunted and groaned and the unknown ass-fucker letting out an occasional grunt and exclamation of pleasure as he thrust in and out of Jack’s ass. After twenty minutes, the orgy participants started moaning as their cocks erupted all over the young man’s ass, mouth, and other body parts.
Meanwhile, Kevin let out a low warning that he was cumming, which made Jack clench his mouth around the cock, not letting it escape as the prospect of well-earned cum, not second-hand cum from his wife’s mouth or pussy. A minute or so later, Kevin let out a loud grunt as he came, his cock erupting rope after rope of hot cum into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed each load, totalling a lucky seven globs down his throat, his tongue slick and his mind racing with satisfaction and joy at doing what he had long thought was shameful, but now he no longer cared.
He truly did enjoy being the center in Kevin’s bukkakes and orgies, and now he was experiencing that joy once more! Once all the remnants of Kevin’s cock was cleaned up from Jack’s eager mouth, he pulled his cock out and let go of Jack’s face. Jack then turned around and to his shock, looked upon the face of Kevin’s son as he continued to thrust in and out of his ass, eagerly picking up speed.
Jack’s shock turned to lust as he began to egg the young man on, “Come on, fuck me, big boy! Fuck your dad’s bottom bitch! Fuck me like I’m your property!”
Kevin Jr. grinned as he looked over at Michelle, who was eagerly licking up excess cum from her ex’s back, near the cleft of his ass as he pounded Jack’s ass. The older man’s anal muscles clamped down in response to the speed Kevin Jr. was fucking, and within moments, the young man let out a low warning of his impending cum, only to then erupt a split second later, sending an equal amount of cum into Jack’s ass. When he was spent, he pulled out and let Jack fall to the floor.
As Jack breathed through his open mouth, he finally got a good glimpse of his surroundings. He was in the locker room, surrounded by a dozen or so young men, his daughter, and his old football captain. He was naked as he was all the times he was fucked in this very room, and he felt more alive than he had been in the last twenty years of being married to the whore that was his wife…or soon-to-be ex-wife if he had a spine.
He sat up and looked over at Kevin Sr., “I’m sorry I threatened you.” Jack said, “And I take back everything I said today!”
Kevin smiled, “I’ll forgive you on one condition!” He said, “I want to hear from your mouth right now, who are you, what are you, and what do you want?”
Jack smiled and stood up, noticing that the bukkake had ended and every eye was on him. He turned to the group at large and said, “My name is Jack McGuire. I’m forty-seven years old, and I am gay. I always have been, and I always will be. I hid it after I graduated because I was ashamed of it, but now I have no shame whatsoever. As for what I want, I want to end my loveless marriage and I want to be the center of a never-ending orgy. I want to drink cum like it’s ambrosia and I want to experience an endless orgasm of being fucked and stuffed with cock.”
There was silence after he spoke until a single set of clapping could be heard to his right. Jack turned and saw his daughter smiling at him as one by one, more people started to join in and soon applause could be heard from the entire locker room.
Kevin walked over and took Jack in his arms, pulled his right leg up, and dipped the other man, planting their lips together and thrusting his tongue down Jack’s throat. They shared a long kiss for what seemed like an eternity, all the while Kevin rubbed his half-erect cock against Jack’s crotch, causing Jack’s cock to spring back to full mast.
Kevin then pulled Jack back to stand up, took him by the hand, and led him into the showers, where the football team watched as the two men bathed each other, rubbing their hands over each other’s bodies, paying extra attention to Jack’s ass, chest, and crotch before they towelled off and Kevin gave Jack his clothes back.
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Many hours later, Victoria arrived home from her workplace, expecting a well-cooked meal on the table but walked into the kitchen to find it completely empty. There was no cooked meal, no table set in the way she’d expected, not even a single dish or piece of cookware in the sink.
She looked around the kitchen, and the dining room, and eventually went to look around the house, before she realized it was empty. Jack was gone. She looked in the guest room to find it tidy and set up like no one had inhabited it since that morning. The closet was empty, there was no laptop on the desk. The only thing she could find of his was Jack’s chastity cage, which sat on the dresser, along with a folded piece of paper.
Confused, Victoria unfolded the paper and read the note hastily written on it. The note read;
“Victoria. If you are seeing this, then it means I’ve left. I’m done with you. I’m done with our marriage. And most importantly, I’m done with your vendetta. I don’t care for your revenge, and I don’t care that you don’t love me. As far as I’m concerned, you never did, and I’m done pretending otherwise. You are a horrible woman and a fucking whore. I’ve rekindled my friendship with the Reynolds and I’ve reconnected with our daughter. We’re happy without you and we’re never going to be threatened by you ever again.
“Enjoy the house to yourself, for as long as you can afford it. In case you’ve forgotten, it was bought in my name and my money, and I have made a contingency of you leaving us alone. Make any move against the Reynolds, and everything you have within that house gets taken away. Power, water, heat, internet, finances, even your phone. All gone if you come after them.
“Kevin and Clarice never did anything more or less than live their best lives. You were always jealous of Clarice’s popularity and modern behaviour, and you were never satisfied with your lust for Kevin. Deny it all you want, I know the look you had when you first laid eyes on him. It’s the same look I had, and yes, I’m done pretending I’m straight! I’m free and clear, and I have everything I need for now. As a token of my sincerity, I’ve left you something special in the fridge.
“Goodbye, Victoria. Remember, make any move against the Reynolds, and your future ends. May we never meet again. Signed your soon-to-be ex-husband, Jack McGuire. P.S., you should be receiving my divorce papers tomorrow with my signature on them. If you refuse to sign them, I’ll follow through with my threat and your finances, internet, and cellphone will get cut off. If you come after me or the Reynolds, the other utilities go away and the police will be called after you. Don’t do anything foolish, and enjoy yourself, in whatever twisted way you want.”
Victoria dropped the note and ran to the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge door, she was greeted with the sight of a black box. She pulled it out and set it on the table. Opening the box, she saw that within it was a series of documents.
She pulled each of the documents and read them all. The documents were copies of existing papers, each one with Jack’s signature on them. She read them all, and her eyes widened in realization at the truth. She owned nothing in the house except for her clothes, jewelry, the car out front, and her sex toys. Everything else was in his name. She sat down at the kitchen table.
After a minute, she pulled out her cell phone and dialled her husband’s number. It rang twice before it was picked up.
“Hello?” came a male voice, not Jack’s.
“Who is this?!” Victoria demanded.
“Who is this?” the voice asked back.
“This is Victoria McGuire!” Victoria practically shouted, “Who the fuck are you and where is my husband?”
“My name’s Chet and your soon-to-be ex is currently being fucked from both sides by a pair of BBCs.” The voice responded, “If you like, I can forward you a picture of the scene for confirmation.”
Victoria hastily declined but then a minute later, heard a ding that signalled she got a text message. She opened it and yelped, dropping the phone on the table. Sure enough, it was a picture of two young hard-bodied black men spit-roasting Jack.
She quickly picked up the phone and yelled into it, “Put Jack on the phone, now!”
Chet sighed and handed the phone to Jack, tapping Xavier on the shoulder. Xavier sighed and pulled his ten-inch cock out of Jack’s mouth as Jack took the phone in his hand.
“Hello?” he breathed.
“Jack McGuire, I demand you stop what you’re doing and come home at once!” Victoria demanded, angrily, “Dinner hasn’t been made yet, and I’m starving! Whatever nonsense you’ve concocted, it ends now!”
“Fuck off.” Said Jack, “You’re not the boss of me!”
Victoria gasped, “Excuse me?!” she said, aghast.
“You heard me, slut!” Said Jack, “You’re not the boss of me! I’m my own man, now! I’ve been liberated from your clutches! I’ve been reminded of my life before you and how freeing it really was. Whatever you’ve done to me has been undone, and I don’t have to do anything without your say-so anymore! Michelle and I are free, thanks to the Reynolds. Goodbye, Vickie, go fuck yourself, or wait for your bulls to come and do it for you! I’m done!”
“Wait, what about our lives?” Victoria tried, “I thought you loved me!?”
“Yeah, about that.” Jack added, thoughtfully, “When you don’t show affection for more than twenty years, it takes its toll. You never loved me, and I now realize that I don’t love you either. The only person I love is Michelle, and I’m certain I’ll eventually find a nice man to fill the void that was what I thought was love for you! Are you done?”
Victoria sighed, “Jack, I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind and come back home.” She said, darkly, “If you don’t, I’ll go straight to the police and tell them that you’ve been brainwashed and kidnapped and that those teenagers are raping you at the behest of the Reynolds. All the evidence I’ve compiled will be included and their careers will end!”
“Yeah, about that ‘evidence’…You may want to check your vault.” Said Jack, thoughtfully. Victoria’s eyes flashed with fear as she scrambled up the stairs, phone clutched in her hand. She punched in the combination of her vault lock, opened it, looked inside and let out a shrill scream.
“Where is it?” She demanded.
“Gone!” Said Jack, maniacally.
“Gone where?” asked Victoria.
“I burned it all.” Said Jack, “But not before I presented it to Clarice. She laughed at the audacity of it all and said that it wouldn’t hold up in court, even if you tried to present it to a judge. And before you say that it would have worked and that’s the reason why I burned it, you’re wrong. I burned it because I wanted to burn it. I wanted to erase everything you had because I wanted to see how the flames would dance around the so-called ‘evidence’. Call me crazy, but I liked how they looked as your fake files crumpled into ashes.”
Victoria sat on the bed, defeated, “Jack, please, come home. Let’s talk about this. I’ll let you fuck me, all three of my holes will be yours forever! I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave me in this house alone!” She begged.
Jack smiled as he heard the sincerity in her voice, “As long as you stay away from Kevin and Clarice, and don’t try to make Michelle come back in any way, I’ll visit you once in a while.” He said, “But let me be clear, you have no control over anything. Not me, not our daughter, not even the company. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Anthony is eager to cum and Xavier looks Antsy. I think they want to cum together so I have some work I need to get done.”
With that, Jack hung up the phone. Victoria sat alone in the marriage bed for a long time, sobbing her eyes out, before her sadness turned to anger. She quickly dialled her phone to her Bull’s cell. It rang for four rings before someone answered.
“Bull’s Corral!” Came a deep male voice.
“Hi, this is Victoria McGuire, I’d like to book the Full Bull special for tonight, and I’d like the premium offer.” Victoria said, “I’m really horny and I would very much like to be pounded into a cummy paste!”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. McGuire,” said the male voice, “We’re completely booked for tonight.”
“What?!” Victoria gasped, “Who booked you?!”
“Your husband.” Said the voice, “He paid extra in advance and signed up for an Ultra Premium account, under the condition that you be excluded whenever he set up an appointment. Unfortunately, it means we’re completely booked for the foreseeable future. I apologize for the inconvenience Mrs McGuire.”
With that, the man hung up, leaving Victoria to stew in her grief.
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End of Chapter 5.
This story is concluded in Chapter 6.