#1 · Edited by: johnm
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Happy Belated Anniversary John!
There's a surprise planned for you today. Not a party, don't worry, an adventure.
Go to your office and look for the envelope in the ****** cabinet.
Congratulations on finding the ****** cabinet. I usually prefer to ***** from one of the decanters when I'm here, but this time, the last time, my plan is to liberate whatever fine bottle was sitting where you found this letter.
So sit down, pour yourself a *****.
The good stuff.
You'll need it.
First up, I know you, and you know me, but I'm not going to tell you who I am. What I will do, and at great pleasure and length, just like when I did the deed, is tell you that I've been fucking your trophy wife, Yolanda. She's taken my seed and dribbled it out from cunt and ass and mouth, but now we're through and I thought I'd let you know the truth about that great family life you think you've got there.
You see, by any reckoning you've been a friend for a significant amount of time, and I see it as my duty to let you let you know what the situation is, just in case you want to put a stop to things before they get out of hand.
I'm doing this to cause you pain.
Now I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of laying out my backstory, or specific grievances, blah, blah, blah, which would only leave a trail of clues. Suffice to say, you're a rich, successful man. You own a lot of businesses, you do a lot of traveling. You know a lot of people and you've stepped on a lot of toes. There are plenty of men you've pissed off who might want to cuckold you just for the lulz. The fact that Yolanda is such a knockout, and bored and frustrated to boot. Well, no wonder I'm not the only guy who's been nailing her.
But you're John Bondurant, your family own half of Newton and maybe I'm not so smart, maybe you'll get my name pretty easily.
In which case, come at me bro'.
I may not have your money or power, but I have sets of photos and videos, private messages, texts, laying out the whole thing, from soup to nuts.
Coming after me would not help your new career.
So pour yourself some of that fine scotch and think about whether you want to burn this message before reading it all.
But if you insist: go to the center of the room, get down and look under the middle of that big ass bearskin rug. You'll find the next part of this letter.
You found it, great.
That's the game we're playing here – hide and seek.
Like I said, I don't want to give too much away, I'm in hiding too, because the fact is you do know me, and pretty well. I'm someone you see at least once a month, and we're on a first name basis, which seems fair, since I've dropped enough loads on your wife's face to get her mistaken for a half-cooked omelet.
Of course, you're probably thinking this will turn out to be a simple case of blackmail, and I did think about that when I started fucking Yolanda, but then I just did it for the keepsakes, the pictures and videos we made, so that I could look back on this whole episode with some clarity. I mean, one day I'm going to think "no, there's no way I fucked Big John's wife and..."
Yeah, we'll get to that later.
So relax, sit down, have another *****, take your cock out and whack off for all I care, you freaky fuck, because what I'm going to tell you here is all true, and the only reason I'm done with your wife is she dumped me in favor of another guy, who, and I quote, "has a schlong like a lumberjack's forearm."
She has a way with words, doesn't she?
Of course, she has an even better way with dick.
Thing is, you probably think you can just ask your wife and get a straight answer.
Like: "Guy wrote a letter says he fucked you – is it true?"
But behind her eyes she'd be all like: "Which one?"
Because there have been quite a lot of them since you two got married three years ago last week.
Yeah, I know the date. You were out of town for the anniversary, but Yolanda still wanted to celebrate, so me and her, plus a third party, as yet unnamed – came to your office here and had a good time.
At the start we made out on this rug, and it felt good. Another solid purchase – just like your wife.
OK – next up, go the bookcase and look in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
Isn't this fun?
Nice office you got here, by the way. Good place to run your empire from.
Of course, being a rather close associate of a close associate of yours I know exactly what your business is, and how well you keep it hidden from the straight world.
I know all about your little sister, too, keeping a hotel suite for her shenanibangs. ****, everyone knows about Celine, except maybe her husband. But that's what they say, right? The spouse is always the last to know, and since you're just finding out now that I was banging Yolanda for months, **** – I guess everyone knows you're a cuck.
Good job, John, nice public image, and I hope you're enjoying the campaign.
Great slogan, by the way: John Bondurant – a Family Man for a Family Town.
To the best of my knowledge, at least seven guys and two women you meet in your common daily business, personal and professional, have fucked your wife, and I guess the true figure's at least a dozen or two.
It's OK, though, it's just sex.
I mean, how many whores have you knocked off in the last few years?
Yolanda gets around, it's true, but so do you, and she knows about it, dummy. So I'd say there's a finally laid balance of terror going on here, with you looking, as ever, like a goddam loser, because you have to pay to get laid, whereas your wife just has to open her legs and whistle.
It'd be nice to say it was a whirlwind romance, but it wasn't. I knew Yolanda a few years before we hooked up, through you, of course.
****, I was at your wedding – which should narrow it down to, what, one, two hundred guys? About the same as the number of cocks she sucked since high school.
In fact, that's when this whole cuckold thing started, when she found out you fucked a whore at your bachelor party. That's why she blew a couple of guys at the wedding, one before the service, one after. That's why she was late, getting the jizz off her face and putting the make-up back on.
Oh, and your sister helped.
I know, I saw the pictures.
She thinks they're funny as fuck, and if you knew you the two guys she was with – Well, it's not my place to say, but I'm sure it would break your whore-fucking heart.
Screw it, isn't that what I'm trying to do here?
OK – next part is behind one of those photos on the shelf.
The first cock she sucked on your wedding day was attached to one of the guys at your bachelor party, who told her about the whore and got rewarded with a blowie, and the second was your ***, although I don't remember which one – Kyle or Trent?
Look at the wedding photos you've got on the shelf there. Does anyone look like they have a secret?
Anyway, whoever thought that honeymoon was a good idea certainly had no idea about your interests. She said she knows for a fact that you fucked a whore every day you were there. No wonder she went to a hooker bar one afternoon, while you were out 'exploring', and went back to another hotel with a couple of marines and two go-go dancers.
How do you think she learned how to deep-throat like that?
Or maybe she never showed you that trick.
She told me doesn't even suck your cock, likes the idea of saying 'no' when you need it most. Funny thing is, sucking dick's about her favorite thing to do, that, and spending your money on other guys.
Later I'll tell you about the watch she gave me as a gift, and which she hid in her snatch as a surprise.
That reminds me – happy belated anniversary!
Now where were we?
Oh yeah, how I'm not the only one whose been tapping your wife's ass. ****, me and another guy took turns when you were away one weekend. Yolanda and I got high together at my place, and then she wanted a DP, and that's how we got the other guy involved, just someone she saw online and invited over – the kind of stoner kid who maybe caddies for you in the summer, but with a cock like ship's rope and balls like coconuts
I never knew a woman could fuck like that and still walk the next day, but then your wife's had a lot of practice.
Still, look at it from her perspective – how do you expect a woman like that to feel passion for a man twice her age who's got a body like a sack of potatoes rolled in pig fat and nose hair?
I can't see why a woman would like you, unless her $ depended on it.
Other than your ********, of course, daddy's little girl.
How's it been going with Tiffany since you dumped her mom as soon as the kids finished high school? That affect your relationship much?
Now I'll get back to her, but all in good time, because this needs to a little context, otherwise it's all too implausible, a ********** sex dream, and not the sad, sordid reality of your life.
OK – next part's tucked behind the wall clock.
I remember the first time I met Yolanda. I was having a ***** with you, and you were being a dick, as usual, and I was about to argue the point when I thought fuck it, let it ride.
I made eye contact with your hot wife and thought about how unlucky she was, even with all your money and you out of town most weekends, leaving her mind and body free for other, more interesting, pursuits.
She told me later my behavior impressed her. She admires grace under pressure, men who keep it cool, not like your red-faced, wobbly-jawed anger whenever you think you've been slighted (which, by the way, is half the fun of writing this – knowing how this is going to send your ***** pressure up until your eyes pop and your jaw starts doing that weird thing. All my years of biting my tongue, all of that and now fuck you).
Where was I?
Oh yeah, I was telling you how I've been fucking your wife and really, really enjoying the feel of her mouth and cunt, the nice underwear and scotch she brings along, all paid for by you, but did I tell you about her ass?
Yolanda's ass....well, I could write a book of poetry about that, but you wouldn't read it, you uncultured fuck. So all I'll say about your wife's ass, other than it being a wonder to hold and behold, especially when she's trussed up in some of that latex fetish wear that pulls everything together, up and out in all the right places, what I'll say about your wife's ass is that she's got better at anal over time, that's for sure.
At first I don't think she was into getting buttfucked – she just did it as part of the general transgression. I was cool with that, but wanted a little more enthusiasm, so I got her into buttplugs, anal beads and so on.
But you can't blame me, right? You see that ass bent over and wiggling – what straight man wouldn't want to fuck that till he came? And you've got to start it right, work up from a finger or two to a little plug, then a bigger one, maybe a string of beads, then get her happy with holding things in there and then gaping.
Anal training is work of love, a work of art.
Not something you can know with your one- or two-time whores.
It takes commitment, and I was very committed to Yolanda and that ass.
I'm just sorry if I ruined it for you.
What else should I tell you about? I look over my notes and photographs and videos, and there's so much. More than one letter, really, even with the kicker I'm saving for the end here, and maybe I'll keep some things back to torment you with later, because – let's not fuck around – that's my aim here. I think you're an arrogant prick who doesn't value his good fortune and good luck, and especially doesn't value his wife, and I like the idea of you suffering.
In fact – and this is kind of twisted, I know – your wife's obvious beauty and sexual appetites aren't the only reasons I fucked her every chance I got, and why I'll miss her now she's gone, off sucking and fucking what I have no doubt is a truly spectacular cock, the provenance of which should thrill an old racist like you.
No, I enjoyed fucking your wife because I loved the idea of taking something that's yours and using it in ways you never could, you fat old fuck.
But there's one more thing, something that I think marks me out from all the other guys who've been banging your wife.
At least, you have to hope so.
When you get a trophy wife, everything seems cool, you ditch the first wife and move on.
You've earned it.
But Tiffany, sweet girl that she is, you think she got over the divorce that easily? It hit her pretty hard, and she wanted to find a way to get back at you, and maybe even her stepmom.
Let me tell you how that went down.
Now I was hanging out the back of your wife making her cum the third or fourth time, and she was screaming and cursing and I was half waiting for her head to spin round so I could slip my pussy wet dick in there to shut her up and bust a nut, but we had the place to ourselves, so I thought fuck it, let her holler, I'll cum in her pussy this time.
We were smoking weed, ******** your champagne, fucking in your kitchen and wet bar, jacuzzi, all that good ****, and with all the noise your wife makes with a real man's dick it's no surprise we didn't hear anything until it was too late, so that's how your ******** walked in and saw me up to my nuts in her stepmom.
It made quite an impression.
She yelled a bit, then took some pictures while Yolanda and I struggled to cover up. I was looking for my pants, trying to hide my massive penis, when Tiffany asked what the fuck we were doing.
For a moment I was scared the jig was up, but it turned out she wanted us to keep fucking. She just wanted to watch.
Kind of freaky, eh?
I thought it was a good idea, but Yolanda seemed a little circumspect, and then Tiffany said she'd show you the pictures if we didn't start fucking again, and she wanted to see a blow job. So I sat down on a counter and your wife sat on a bar stool with my dick in her mouth, while your ******** pulled a joint from her purse, lit it, and watched very closely.
I think she learned a lot.
She said she wanted to see how much cock Yolanda could get in her throat, and I thought, yeah, OK, I'll do that Miss Bondurant, and I did, getting enough down so that your wife could stick out her tongue and lick my balls.
This seemed to get Tiffany all fired up, because she pulled down her panties, lifted up her skirt, and told your wife to stop sucking my dick and start eating her pussy. She got on that pronto, like a good stepmom, and your ******** called her a whore and a slut, which was really exciting.
Come to think of it, your ******** was full of good ideas, that day and later.
I mean, I was just standing there, cock in hand, like a fool, so Tiffany, sweet girl that she is, said I should make myself useful and fuck your wife in the ass like the gold-digging bitch that she is.
That's how your ******** and I came together the first time, top and tailing your wife.
We even high-fived at the end.
Now taboo-busting fun as that was, it freaked me and Yolanda out a little, and so we decided to cool it, and she moved on to this other guy and I tried to get my head together, although I did fuck Tiffany a few more times, then nothing.
That was a month or two ago, and a couple of weeks ago Yolanda sent a message.
Now I'd like to say she was missing me, but new dick is new dick, and she had moved on.
This was the message she sent:
Tiffany wants to play with us. Says if she can't scratch that itch then she might have to send those pictures to John. I think we should party with her, take some pictures for security. I can set it up. How about it - one more time?
Yeah – that's right. Your ******** wanted to blackmail us into fucking her, so your wife wanted to blackmail her into keeping quiet.
Kind of fucked up, but what are you going to do about?
Now get ready for the kicker, because I want to wrap this up and get to the event that maybe marks the peak of this, the one I've been working towards ever since I started typing this out, the reason why you're sitting here.
Like I often did with Yolanda, I'm going to give this to you gently, and then very, very hard.
I'm not happy until you're not happy.
I fucked your wife and ******** in an *******- and ********** threesome in the very office you're sitting in now.
The next letter is in the desk drawer, the one where you keep those blister packs of Viagra and tubes of lube.
It was Tiffany's idea that we go to your office and fuck around. It was Yolanda's idea to take some pictures and videos, then edit these down so we had enough dirt on your ******** to keep her under control.
It was a dumb plan, but I went along with it, because the basic idea, that I fuck your wife and ******** in your office, was too good to turn down. This was also perhaps the last time I was going to be with either of these women, and so I thought fuck it, let's see just how far these bitches will go to make a point.
So take a look around your office. Take a look at the couch, the rug, the desk, the coffee table, that presidential chair you're probably sitting on right now. We sucked and fucked on all of them.
Let me tell you how it happened, because I want you to sit there and imagine it all, just how it went down, a few days ago, on the evening of your third anniversary.
One thing, though: if you're wondering why it smells of piss in here, that's because I pissed in here, and all over your wife and ********.
We'll get to that later.
Your wife and ******** were a little nervous about getting it on with each other the second time, so I sat between them and kissed one, then the other, then they both moved in and were kissing me, and I slowly moved back, so they were kissing each other.
I guess we've all seen the same movies.
They kept making out, taking their clothes off, until they were both on their knees, kissing each other, tits pushed together, and I saw a way in.
I moved over and stood there with my dick hovering just to the side of their faces.
Now your wife and ******** are naturals, so they knew what to do, and kissed each other around my cock, tongues and lips going all over the shaft and head, drooling down onto their tits.
Then I moved my dick down between their breasts, both pairs pressed up together, and got a great double titfuck, and each time the head of my cock popped out the top it got stroked by their kissing tongues.
What else happened that night?
Your wife on her back, with me kneeling by her head and my cock in her mouth, while your ******** was between her legs, face down in her pussy. I reached over and worked a few fingertips into Tiffany's cunt and moved them in and out, all three of us getting into a groove.
I thought I might cum in Yolanda's face like that, too, but then realized I wanted to fuck your ******** while she was going down on your wife – a bucket list thing.
Then a blur of more sex, all the positions, but the thing that sticks out most is something I've got up in another window now, as I type this.
It's a video, not well-framed, just a cheap camera set up on a shelf, aimed at your desk.
Now your ********'s bent over that, facing the middle of the room, and I'm standing behind her, kind of where I hope you're sitting now, and I've got my cock going in and out of her tight ass.
"You like it?" your wife says, real close, watching my dick disappear up her step-********'s ass.
"Fuck yeah," Tiffany says, "it's so fucking good."
She's right, it was.
I wanted to see if I could make Tiffany gape, like her stepmom, so after fucking her a while like that I pulled out and parted her butt cheeks. Her little asshole just winked at me, so tight that I wanted to get back in ASAP, but then I saw your wife watching my cock as it just bobbed there in front of her face.
I didn't know what to expect, but then Yolanda stroked my balls and moved in with her mouth open, so the head was inside before she closed her lips and began sucking me off.
I went from your ********'s ass to your wife's mouth, and I did it again and again and again, right up until I came in your ********'s ass, and your wife moved down to watch the jizz as it leaked out and caught what she could in her hands.
Then she took the gunk, went over to that dopey brass horse you keep on the shelf for good luck, and smeared my cum and your ********'s ass juice all over it.
OK – last part of this letter is under that horse.
#6 · Edited by: johnm
So we did all that fucking, and I needed to piss, and was about to go to the bathroom when Yolanda asked Tiffany if she'd ever had a golden shower, and she said no.
Your wife kind of oversold the idea, and said I could piss on her in your office, if I wanted.
I said yeah, of course, and Tiffany didn't want to feel left out, and that's all on video, your wife and ********, on their knees, in your office, with my big cock and a long stream of piss going up and down their bodies.
Kind of gross, but quite a sight.
Tiffany also had the good idea for me to piss in a glass so she could add a few shots to each of the decanters.
She said you'd need a ***** if you ever found out about this, and we all laughed at you.
That was kind of the end of the night.
We took a shower together and made out some more, and my dick went from cunt to cunt and mouth to mouth for a while, then we just chilled out, watched TV in the kitchen and raided the fridge until whenever, then I said goodbye, and went home.
When I left your wife and ******** were talking about which bedroom they wanted to share.
You might want to look into that.
That's it really, except for the watch, which is a fun little end to all this.
Your wife gave me a real nice one as a parting gift. The kind you see on rich men all the time. So when you reach out and shake hands with one of your friends or associates, and see the flash of a watch on their wrist and a big smile on their face, you're going have to ask yourself – did my wife and ******** choose to ***** with him, together?
Until later, asshole, when maybe I'll write about your sister.
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