The edited versions:
Kelly Gets Even - 1 by Joe (FMM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 2 by Joe (FM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 3 by Joe (FFM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 4 by Joe (FM, humil, IR)

The versions in Kristen's Archive

Kelly Gets Even - 1 (FMM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 2 (FM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 3 (FFM, humil)
Kelly Gets Even - 4 (FM, humil, IR)

Kelly Gets Even - Prelude

When Kelly discovered I was having an affair, she was pretty upset. I guess that's no surprise. She slept in the family room wrapped up in a blanket with the dogs piled around her, making quite plain to me how upset she was. And she didn't speak to me for four days. Every day, I came home wondering if there wasn't some way that I could get her to forgive me. Just to add a bit more tension, she was due to leave for a weeklong business meeting in Chicago.

I got home on Friday to find a note from her on the kitchen table:

I'm off Spider's tattoo parlor downtown to get
the tattoo and then off to my meeting in
Chicago. I've cooled down some, but I'm still
angry. Make no mistake: I'm still angry. But I'm
willing to consider forgiving you, subject to some
conditions. Your alternative is that I will divorce
you in the most messy way I can contrive.

On the other hand, I am fully open to returning
to a loving, caring relationship with you, but we
will need to make some changes. I still love you,
but I need some reassurances and compensations.
So here's the deal. First, your relationship with
Monica is over, forever. Second, you won't have
any more affairs, ever. Third, you'll sign a contract
that the penalty for violating the above is that you'll
forfeit everything to me, on my say-so. And
fourth, I have your full agreement to allow me to
get even in ways that I choose, when I choose.

Divorce is your only alternative. I don't want that, and
maybe you don't either. If you are still in our home
when I return, that will indicate to me that you agree
to the new terms.

Please, I want to return to a loving and faithful
relationship, but only if you are actually capable
of it. When I return from this trip, I'll be able to
start talking to you again.

Kelly

Now, I need to explain a few things about Kelly and me.

Kelly and I have been married for almost 15 years. For all that time she has been totally faithful. I, on the other hand, have chosen not to be. Well, she caught me, and she wasn't happy. Not at all. Kelly had only had two lovers before me, and she had been married to one for several years.

I had had several more partners than her. Before our marriage, I had married once. We refer to that one as the "frigid bitch." Unwisely, I had sometimes played around on the side, even cheating on Kelly before Kelly and I married. Just before this trip, she discovered that I'd been seeing Monica for quite a while.

The tattoo: Before Kelly and I went to bed the first time, she took pains to warn me that she had a couple of tattoos. "I had one long-term boyfriend, and then I was married for 6 years. Both of them were jerks. They treated me badly, and I finally wised up and dumped them. To commemorate my bad judgment and wasted years and to remind me not to screw up like that again, I've had their portraits tattooed on my left hip."

She pulled down her pants and underwear to show me two smallish, round tattoos, dark against her pale skin. In the dim light, I couldn't see what they were, so I leaned in close. "That's right," she said. "They're assholes! That's what my exes were. Assholes! These are their real-life, full-size portraits. Every time I see them in the mirror, I'm reminded not to screw up again." She paused and laughed and said, "Bet I'm the only person you know with three anuses."

So she knew that I would know exactly what the phrase "get the tattoo" meant. It would be another asshole tattoo, this one for the current asshole, me. I was to be the third on her hip. Even if she would stay with me, both of us would have a permanent reminder of my bad behavior. She wasn't going to let this episode pass lightly.

There was no doubt in my mind that I still loved this woman, and staying married sounded a lot better than a divorce. So I planned to take her up on the agreement. On Monday, I broke up with Monica. Somewhat messy, but it could have been worse. At least I didn't need to worry about her revealing anything to Kelly; Kelly knew already. Then there didn't seem to be much to do until Kelly's return on Saturday.

Thursday evening, my cell phone beeped. There was a txt from Kelly. "are you at home…do you plan to stay or do we split…have you decided"

I wrote back, "am home…plan to stay...don't want divorce"

Quickly, she wrote back, "contract is in my top dresser drawer...my notarized signature already on all three...have yours on them by my return...leave them on the kitchen counter...then we'll talk"

I wrote, "OK...anything else" There was no reply.

Saturday evening, she was dropped off from her trip. She came in the front door and dropped her bags in the dining room without saying a word, not "Hello," not "Hey!" I tried to hug her to give her a kiss. She shrugged me off and glanced into the kitchen. Seeing the contracts there she said, "Good!" scooped them up, checked the signatures, and took them to our bedroom, dropping them in a dresser drawer. Turning to me, she announced, "OK, it looks like we have a basis for discussing our future." She sank onto the bed, holding her head in her hands. "Oh lord, what a trip! The meeting would have been enough, but then I had all the issues you dumped on me to deal with and no one to talk to about any of it. Why couldn't you have just been as faithful as I was? There I was alone in Chicago, not knowing whether I'd still be married when I returned. Do you have any idea how bad that made me feel?"

I just stood there and said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, sorry isn't going to cut it. I need to know you're not going to do this to me again." She looked up. "Are you done with this? Did you mean it? Can I trust you?"

"I love you. I don't want a divorce. Yes, I mean it. I broke up with Monica this week. We're really through."

"OK. Then I'm willing to go on. But, Buckwheat, this better not happen again or you're toast. And you're going to give me time and permission to get even with you. I can't believe you did this to me for years! It's time for equality."

"I still love you; I do. I don't know what you're asking for, but I agree."

She put her head in hands again for a moment; then in a low voice she almost growled, "You'll find out."

At that, she got up. "I love you too, but I'm going to make sure that you find out what I mean. Right now I'm horny, and I need some relief. I tried all week, but I couldn't get off. I tried so hard that I'm chafed and sore. Thinking about what happened just got in the way, every single time. Every fucking time! I'm going to try to put it out of my mind and get back to enjoying our life together. You up to doing me?"

That was a bit more abrupt than I expected, but I was relieved that our life might be headed back on track. "I'd love to make you happy."

"Happy might have to wait a bit. Satisfied would do very well right now." She unbuckled her belt and slid her pants off. Standing up, she slipped her thumbs into her panties and glanced over at me. "Here's the new addition. You ready?" I took a deep breath and nodded. She slid them down and stepped out. Immediately, I noticed two different things. First was the new tattoo, in line with the earlier two. I knew what it was, so I didn't need to lean in to find out this time. But red, yellow, and orange flames fanned out from the new asshole. "Yeah, you've been a flaming asshole this time."

I felt totally humbled and embarrassed by what I'd done. The other thing I saw was that her pubic hair seemed to be growing in. Kelly knows that I like her pussy lips smooth shaven, and so she usually just has a little strip of short pubic hair. Now there was a short growth everywhere. From the front, her pussy lips looked engorged and reddish, as if she were already quite aroused. I thought it must be from trying so hard all week to get off.

She dropped into our favorite chair, hanging her legs over the arms, ready for me to pleasure her. I'd just have to put up with the stubble. Her whole pussy lips looked redder and larger than I ever remembered seeing them before. If they were any indication, this must have been an extremely frustrating week for her. I dropped to my knees and started to crawl to her.

She smiled for the first time since she'd come in. "Do you like my other tattoo?"

I stopped. "I guess so. The flames are pretty impressive."

"Yeah, I thought Spider did a great job, but I was talking about the other tattoo." When I just looked puzzled, she went on, "It's why I haven't shaved since I left. I had him add some red to my pussy lips and some shadows around them to make them look fuller and engorged. And I had him add some more shadows that make it look like my slit comes up my belly farther. Pretty cool, eh? He really got into it, even though it needed to be subtle. Said he never worked that far down before. Had to pull 'em tight to use the needle. Handled my pussy a whole lot. Neither of us complained about that. Reddened up the whole lips all the way back. I think it looks great; how about you? How d'ya like that another man got to handle me?"

"Geez, Kelly! That must have hurt like mad. Why'd you do that?"

"Of course it hurt; all tattoos hurt. This was just super intense. It's your fault, isn't it? I lay there with my legs wide open while he worked, blaming you the whole time. The more it hurt, the more I resolved to get through it. Every time the pain got to the point where I didn't think I could take any more, my rage would kick in again. I'd grit my teeth and tell Spider to keep going. They're a demonstration to my cheating husband that I'm serious. I want them to look their best when I get around to getting even. Couldn't shave because the area has just been too tender from the needles. Now lick!"

As I crawled to her, I thought about what she'd just said. Getting even and tattoos on her pussy were part of the same package. I suspected I was in for a lot of getting even and humiliation.

I started at her tight opening and slowly worked my way up to her clit. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she jumped, gasped, then grabbed my head and pulled me back to her clit. She caught her breath and said, "Oh god, how I've missed this; how I've needed it." She gave a long gasping inhalation and practically screamed. "Don't stop. Don't move. Right there," and she had a second, longer, orgasm, shuddering all over, panting as hard as she could. It was a few minutes before her shaking subsided and she got her breathing back under control. Scooting down so she could spread her legs even wider, she said, "Do it again. Make me come again!" Then she had a third, somewhat quieter orgasm. In 15 years I'd never seen her like this. A week off must have built up a lot of pressure in her.

She sighed and her body relaxed, but she ordered, "Don't stop yet. I need another, just one more." Sure enough, she had another small one. Now juice was just streaming out of her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She stroked my head and said, "I think I'm done, but don't stop just yet. Just take it easy and be gentle while I ramp down."

I licked around a larger area, not concentrating on her clit any more. After a while, her whole body started to jerk every time I touched her clit.

"I'm pretty sure I'm through now," she said. She rubbed my cheek. "Time to stop," and her whole body just went limp. I kneeled back and looked up at her. She smiled at me.

"That's me," she said. Looking down at my hard cock, she said, "Looks like we need to take care of you now. I've cum, and I'm done. What are we going to do about you?"

"Well, we have dealt with this situation in the past by my fucking you. Seems like a good solution that we have a lot of experience with. You ready?"

"No. I don't think so. For one thing, I feel quite done right now. You did a great job. I wish I'd put a towel under me before we started, though. No, fucking me isn't on the table, and besides, I'm still not feeling good enough about our relationship yet. And I'm still sore. Give me a little time."

I must have looked puzzled when I pointed to my cock and asked, "Then what do you propose we do about this?"

She looked me in the eye and smiled a sneering grin. "I think you should fuck Monica. Right now!"

Now I was totally confused. My erection was rapidly subsiding. "Kelly, I don't understand you. Monica is the root of our problem. What are you doing?"

"Oh, look at you. You're not hard any more. I thought you liked fucking that little whore. You're going to fuck her again right now, or I'm going to be upset. Monica's standing in my closet. Go get her!"

I must have looked even more confused, because she said in a softer, more compassionate voice, "Go to the closet. Bring me what you find there. We're going to be fine. Just go do it."

So I went to her closet. What I found standing there was a cheap, blow-up doll with Monica's face, printed on computer paper, pasted onto the doll. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was so silly. I brought the doll back to the bedroom.

Kelly smiled. "Good. I took a picture of her when I confronted her last week, just before I left on my trip. Now lay her on the floor and fuck her."

When I hesitated again, she said, "You do know how to fuck her, don't you? Haven't you done her a lot? Ya just get your dick hard and stick it in her cunt. That's that hole right down there below the hair. Then you push it in and pull it out until white stuff comes out of the hole in the end of your dick. Simple, really."

"Kelly, it's just a blowup doll. I never fucked a blowup doll. I don't even know if I can get hard."

"Oh, I think you'll get hard. You're going to fuck that bitch one last time or I'll make sure you'll regret it." With that, she took my cock in her hand and started massaging it. Precum was dripping so much that it was practically flowing out. As I started to get hard, she leaned forward. With her lips brushing the tip of my cock, she said, "I love you. Here's my gift to you so that we can finish making up," and she started sucking me to get me hard. In a few minutes, I was as hard as I can get.

Pulling back, she said simply, "Go. She's all lubed up for you already. Fuck her now."

I got down on the floor with the stupid blowup doll. They don't weigh anything so they're kind of hard to control. By holding an arm down, I was able to use my other hand to get my cock aligned with the "cunt" and started in. Then I held both arms down and started to fuck it. It was tight, so it didn't feel bad, but it was really strange, especially not having a real person to touch and who would react.

Kelly, still sitting in her chair, called out, "Go Baby! Fuck her! Fuck her good!" And she started to pound on the arm of the chair for each stroke I made. There was a flash. I looked up. Kelly had taken a photo and was taking a second. She said, "I just want a nice memento of this evening."

I hadn't had an orgasm for a few days, so it didn't take long before I was close. Kelly saw that and urged me on with, "That's it, Baby. Fuck her good. Fill her up with your cum. Go for it!" I did and there was another flash. I came harder than I expected. Stress and separation can do that, I guess.

Finished, I collapsed onto the Monica doll. I felt so dumb, so exposed, and so embarrassed. I lay there for a minute, collecting myself, getting my breath back. When I pushed up with my arms, getting ready to get off, Kelly yelled, "Freeze! Right now!"

"Freeze?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"Don't move. Don't move a muscle and no one gets hurt." She reached down into the chair and pulled out a kitchen knife. "Don't move," she repeated, and she started to crawl across the carpet toward me and the doll. Raising the knife, she plunged it down into and through the doll, which collapsed under me with a huge gasping rush. I could feel my cock sliding out, but I was frozen in shock.

Leaving the knife sticking out of the doll, impaled in the floor, she leaned back and smiled sweetly. "I think we're finished with Monica. Have you had a nice day?"

I rolled off the flat plastic corpse and lay there trying to catch my breath. Kelly crawled over to me and snuggled up. She started laughing, and I got caught up in it too, gasping and laughing alternately. "That was fabulous," she said. "Do you think we're done with Monica now?"

I stopped laughing. "I cannot believe that you did that to me! You about gave me heart failure." I paused for a moment, still working to get my breathing back to normal. "Yes, I'm done with her. I'd really like to get our life together back on track, back to normal."

"Normal? That'll take some time. But we can start now." She gave me a big kiss. "Tomorrow afternoon, you have an appointment at The Spider's Lair to get your first tattoo. It's already paid for. You're getting the same flaming asshole that I got. Then we'll match. If we bump hips at a party, we'll both know that it's asshole to asshole. How much more intimate could we be? It'll be our secret. Well, maybe I won't keep it secret. I don't intend to let this pass easily or let you forget. Our world just changed."

She paused and smiled. "Let's get some dinner and a drink. Later, I'd like you to fuck me. I think I'll probably be able to handle it if we use some lube. Well, maybe quite a bit of lube."