Betty and I had been split up for a couple of years. I was living and had returned to graduate school in the United States. Although I didn't know it at the time, I had already met and started dating my third wife, Vicki. Apparently, Betty was somehow still bitter about the split. It seemed that because she had the girls that I somehow got my freedom and she didn't - which was partly true, but not because of anything that I had done.

The year was 1984. Fall in Ontario is beautiful. I was making the drive up to see the girls from Wisconsin where I was in school. They were now 6 and 5 and able to start to understand things that were happening around them to some extent. My 6-year-old recounted to me about how she had seen Betty's new boyfriend, Shawn, laying naked on her mom's bed. "He had a big stick", she said. I was pretty sure I knew what she was referring to, and it wouldn't have been out of character for Betty as she always liked her men to have big cocks.

I casually mentioned to Betty what our daughter had said. Her reply was, "So?". "So?", I said. "What kind of an environment is this to be raising our children?". "Our children?", Betty said. "I'm the one who is constantly saddled with them!" To that I made what I thought was a generous offer and said, "Why don't I take the girls tonight, and you and Shawn go out and have fun?". She said something odd in reply: "We're going to go out and have fun, but my sister is going to be babysitting them at her house". "Great", I thought to myself, "I drive 9 hours and I don't even get to see them as much as I could. She is still a bitch and I'm glad that when this weekend is over, I'm back to Wisconsin!".

Late that afternoon, just before 5pm I dropped the girls at Betty's sister's house. With nothing else to do I headed to the Travel Lodge for a dinner and then to watch some TV. After eating I went up to my room, only to find Betty sitting on my bed. "How did you get in here?" I said. "I told them that I was your wife." Still true in fact but not in reality. "So, why are you here?", I said. Betty's answer was that she wanted to talk about the girls. Being the horny guy that I am, I decided to sit next to her on the bed while we talked. She seemed to be distracted when I did that. Still, eventually her hand drifted over to my leg, which made it almost unbearable for me to not rip her clothes off and take her on the spot. But, I was thinking that eventually this will probably end in divorce and I don't need any more complications. So, I just sat there and got more hot and bothered. About 9pm, she got up to leave, and said, "Shawn will be coming home at 11 so I need to get going. I need to be there when he gets home because he is the jealous type. However, if you want to come over until say 10:45, we could see what happens." As I could barely stand up without bursting my buttons on my jeans, I would take any shot at fucking her. She was still my wife, after all.

When we got to the apartment a light was on in the bedroom and she said, "I must have left it on when I left." She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. There laying on the bed reading a porn magazine was Shawn, and he had a big grin on his face. I had been setup! Shawn was the same size as I was, but was five years younger and had worked in a steel plant most of his working life. Can you say ripped? I was so horny for Betty, but I knew it was Shawn that I would have to wrestle.

Betty was already bringing out the mittens. "Shawn has agreed not to rape you if he wins. He will use the mitten thumb to pop your asshole though. If you win, you get me, which is what you came for, right?" I was so caught. My pride could not let me back down either. Betty sarcastically said one last thing, "Shawn loves beer. Too bad for you I haven't let him have any for two days. This time, my guy is gonna take care of you six ways to Sunday!"

By this time both Shawn and I had the mittens on. It was to be wrestling only. We both started in underwear. He wanted to lock up (yeah, right!) but I tackled him around his waste. He was somewhat surprised but still smiling. As I struggled to take him down, he was already taking down my shorts from the back. So, not wanting to be outdone, I reached behind his back and peeled his shorts down from behind too. I started to stretch out his shorts when his cock popped out the front and slapped me right in the nose. Oww! That hurt! True to form, my daughter was right, he was at least 9-10 inches hard. When his cock slapped me a second time, Betty let out a giggle. For the moment he was having trouble getting my underwear off. That was until he lifted me straight up over his head like a board. Then he easily got them off. I think he looked close just to see what equipment had sired Betty's two girls. I don't think he was impressed as I'm 7 inches on a good day.

Predictably, we struggled to Betty's delight, but there was no threat in me ever controlling the fight. Luckily it was wrestling and there was only so much damage he could do. Finally, he got me in a sideways bear hug that was crushing my ribs. I gritted my teeth to try to endure but then he started slamming his bull cock into my balls while holding me in place. I couldn't take it, and surrendered. He looked dejected that he beat me so easily. I found out later that he was like a stallion fighter that Betty had recruited for sex as well as for fighting. I made his record 8-0. If I'm not mistaken, he eventually got up to like 15-0 until Betty put him up against some brute that broke his back in a no-holds barred fight for Betty.

Betty came over to Shawn and started stroking him and said, "I'm ready for you now!". With that he just lifted her up and moved aside her loose cutoffs, and buried his dick through her shorts into her cunt. After about 10 powerful strokes, Betty jumped off and said, "You're being too rough! Let's see you take Ray instead." Actually, it seemed Shawn didn't care at that point. He came over to me and lifted me up and put his cock up to my mouth. I could smell Betty's juices all over his cock and then I realized that Betty never intended to let Shawn get off in her. She wanted me to eat him with her pussy juices all over him!

Shawn started punching his cock into my mouth like a prize-fighter. Soon, my mouth was open and he was ramming it down my throat and holding me by my ears. He choked me for what seemed like 10-15 minutes and he still had a head of steam. Frustrated, he took his cock from my mouth and used the thumb of his mitten to stab my anal opening. The good thing, if there is one about the mitten, is that the thumb hardly hurts by comparison to a cock, no matter how hard they slam it into you. I think Shawn realized that. He cried to Betty, "Get over here, I've got to get off now!". Betty smiled and said, "Fuck you, he's a lot closer!". So, now I was sure what the game was she was playing. I hoped that someday I could pay her back. But then Shawn moved behind me and wrapped his arms around me like a dog and plunged into me with one move. Man does that hurt! This time because I was tight, he came within a half-dozen strokes and laid on my back until I collapsed. Betty came over to revive him but thankfully took him over to the bed, where he was already hard when he got there. She told me to stay while Shawn fucked her, and I was still a very hard stick myself, with no relief in sight.

After they were both satisfied they let me leave. I saw a hooker in the Travel Lodge parking lot and took her to my room and gave her one of the hardest fucks that she had probably had in quite awhile. When she left she said, "You're a handful!". Had she'd seen me a few hours earlier I don't think she would have said that.