JUNE GETS EVEN: A SEQUEL

by Vandemonium1

Ladies and gentlemen. In 2001 Charley Ace published a story on Literotica called June Gets Even.  Both main characters cheated and so, in my opinion, are despicable.

Later in 2001 Mr Hands wrote a sequel with the same two despicable characters. In 2005 Cageytee wrote another sequel where the male lead didn’t cheat but was falsely accused. Everyone lived happily ever after, following a revenge fuck. Skip forwards to 2007 and KellyHockey wrote another sequel again where both main characters cheated. In all those stories the characters are tainted.

Below is my offering which is unlikely to ever be published on Literotica as it was written in my early writing days and I like to think I’ve improved since then! In this version at least some of the characters remain unsullied. It has been beta read by my friend XTCHR and then substantially edited by CTC for which I am very grateful.

I hope you appreciate my effort in adding to an already crowded list of ideas. You should read the original for context. Bear in mind, the original was basically in two parts. The first part was presented as June pondering to herself. The second part was June and Ralph conspiring to humiliate Jerry and Mary. What if the first part wasn’t June pondering to herself, but her talking to Ralph?

This story starts just before the last paragraph of Charley Ace’s original. That is, just before they all swing happily ever after.

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After being tied up for hours, I ran into the bathroom to relieve myself as soon as June released me. I knew I had to get out of there fast before my anger scorched me a path direct to prison. Passing through the bedroom, I noticed with some surprise, June at her nightly habit of writing in her diary. She looked exhausted but still she scribbled away, not even looking up as I strode past the end of the bed. The question of who or what manner of person writes in their journal after such a depraved event flashed through my head. At that point I had no answer.

Out of curiosity, several days later, I read what she wrote. I’d already reached the conclusion she was a delusional bitch but even knowing that I couldn’t understand how she misinterpreted my facial expression as a ‘puppy dog look’. If my face even half reflected my mood, her heart should have stopped there and then.

I paused, still confused, on my doorstep. June had accused me of having an affair. Ralph had accused me of sleeping with Mary. What the fuck?

Knowing it was a dangerous move I strode next door. Regardless of consequences, there are just some things that a man has to do if he doesn’t want to feel like an emasculated eunuch with all the self-respect of a leper. I raised my fist to knock, but then decided after what Ralph had done permission to enter was not required and pushed open Ralph and Mary’s front door.

I shouted, “Ralph, where are you, you miserable son-of-a-bitch?” There was no answer and no one downstairs so I sprinted up the steps two at a time. Ralph came out of his bedroom door, alerted by the shouting and stomping. He looked puzzled.

Before he could react, I grabbed his throat with my left hand and pushed him against the wall of the top landing. My right fist hit him once, twice, three times just under the solar plexus, angling upwards. I thought his eyes were going to pop out. Damn, it felt good. I wanted to do a few repeats but somewhere in my rage-fuelled brain, common sense prevailed—the bastard wasn’t worth spending even so much as one night in jail for—so I let him slump to the floor where he desperately sought breath.

“Who’s there, what’s going on?”

Mary’s voice was barely recognizable, it quavered so. I immediately felt bad about frightening her.

I walked into their bedroom and was met with the sight of her sitting, tied to a chair in the same manner I’d been. Tears streamed down her face. She looked both devastated and terrified. This did nothing to ease my confusion.

I looked around for a way to free her and spied a knife on the bed. No wonder she looked so frightened. Taking the knife, I made reassuring noises and cut the ropes and helped her to her feet.

“What’s going on, Jerry?” As she spoke, she wiped the wetness from her cheeks. I noticed her hands trembling.

“I honestly have no idea, Mary, ask your darling husband.”

This prompted Mary to walk determinedly out onto the landing. Ralph must have remembered what his lungs were for as he was gasping. In a vain attempt to escape, he’d made it down two steps on his ass. He turned to look behind him just as Mary’s foot connected with the side of his face. With a comical look of bewilderment he somersaulted down the next six steps to the mid landing. Racing after him, Mary caught up and started beating him with her dainty fists. She looked like a woman possessed.

I took the steps three at a time, wrapped my arms around her waist, and put as much distance as I could between them within the limited confines of the landing. She fought me, bent almost double in her efforts to get to her husband. I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bottom of the stairs and into the lounge. She was shaking like a leaf, her tiny fists still balled. I pointed to the couch and instructed her to sit.

“Why did you do that? Why did you pull me off him? He deserved every blow.”

“Yes, he did, but neither of us deserves an assault charge.”

“Jerry, what’s going on? Why did they both do this horrible thing to me?”

“To us, Mary. I’m guessing they made you watch them screw same as they made me do an hour ago.”

Mary nodded. “You too?”

“Yes. Me too.”

“Oh, my god. I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of this. June accused me of having sex with you. Why would she say that?”

“I have no idea, Mary. They said the same to me.”

We both retreated to our own thoughts. Minutes later, a very sorry looking Ralph came down. I rose to my feet to stand between husband and wife. Mainly to protect him from Mary’s wrath but also to cut him off from escape through either exit door. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a tea towel and tried to staunch his bleeding nose. It took a while. I noticed Mary rubbing her fist so got an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it around her already bruising hand.

Five minutes later it was a very wary Ralph that came in the lounge and sat in a chair opposite us. By silent agreement, we waited for him to settle. I looked at Mary, issuing a silent invitation for her to go first but she shook her head, so I started.

“Why?”

Ralph managed to look impatient. “Oh, come on, what’s the point of pretending you don’t know? All four of us know what’s been going on between you two for months. Don’t wimp out and deny you’ve been fucking my wife.”

I felt Mary tense to leap and threw my arm in front of her body.

Frustrated, she spat, “What on earth makes you think I’ve been cheating on you?”

“So, we’re going to play games are we”, Ralph sneered. “June told me everything. How she smelt your perfume on lover boy here’s clothing. How she found your lipstick on his briefs. How he has been leaving poker early for a while to sneak off and fuck you. She was surprised the pair of you were cheeky enough to keep screwing around even after she told you she thought Jerry was fooling around. She told me that last week she even saw him slipping in here and heard you two going at it. I know it all, dear, so let’s cut the crap, shall we?”

I looked at Mary again. Once again, she nodded.

“So, you’re telling us, Ralph, that based on some bullshit June told you, you decided to assault and humiliate both of us?”

One of the reasons Ralph was such a lousy poker player was the lack of control he had over his facial expressions. Doubt screamed from his every muscle.

“But you have been leaving poker early, Jerry.”

“Yes, I have. About six weeks ago June and I had a big fight and since then she’s insisted I be home by midnight.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Why do you think?”

Ralph looked blank.

“For Christ’s sake. No guy likes to admit being pussy whipped. Now it seems like she said that to set me up in your mind.”

“So, you’re saying that you and Mary aren’t having an affair?” The full horror of his sudden suspicions made his voice tremble.

“Look, Ralph. I’ll be the first to admit that your wife is a super sexy and beautiful lady, but I respect her way too much as a friend, not to mention, the wedding vows she made when she married you, to do anything like that. Until three hours ago I respected you and my wife as well.”

I felt Mary squeeze my arm.

We both sat and watched the full devastation hit Ralph. I mean, he just mentally folded in on himself. It was like watching a sandcastle collapse and dissolve when a wave hit it. I got up and poured a wine for Mary and a whiskey for myself while we watched the show.

Mary whispered in my ear. “How did you know exactly what to say to start making me feel better?”

“Just lucky, I guess.”

She squeezed my arm again.

Finally, Ralph recovered enough to speak. “Why didn’t you say something before I did anything with June or during our, um, performance?”

“Well, at the start I was just too shocked. I was numb. I’d heard the expression ’struck dumb’ but never really knew what that was like. I certainly never expected it to happen to me. After you started fucking her what was the point? I knew my marriage was over and thought you had resigned yourself to the beating you were inevitably going to get from me. I know you’ve been lusting after June for years. For the rest of the time I just blotted you out to protect myself. I have no intention of letting those images haunt me for the rest of my life.”

Mary broke in. “And I didn’t say anything because you gagged me!”

“Oh, Mary, what have I done?” Ralph dropped his head into his hands. I heard him mumble, “Why would June lie to me like that?”

Mary remained silent. I didn’t.

“I have a theory on that. About two years ago, June began nagging me to let her have a threesome with another guy. I said no and even refused to role play it. Then, about a year ago, she mentioned wanting to tie me up and humiliate me, but again I put my foot down. I thought she’d gotten the message until she mentioned it again six weeks ago. That’s when she told me she really wanted to tie me up and screw another guy in front of me.”

I paused long enough to look at both Mary and Ralph. Both were looking at me with avid interest.

“You may remember, I left suddenly for three days around that time.”

Another pause, another look. Both nodded at me.

“I considered not coming back but finally decided I should give June another chance. I tried sorting it out with her but she accused me of remembering her comments all wrong. I’m tipping that at that point her fantasies just went underground, and she conned you into joining in her sick ideas, Ralph. I’m surprised you were so easily swayed by her weak rationalisation, though.”

As I watched, tears pooled in Ralph’s eye and like a glass filled to overflowing one by one they slipped over the edge and trekked down his cheeks. Succumbing to them seemed to make them gather momentum and what was a drip, turned into a flood. His whole demeanour collapsed as the full horror of his naivety struck. He finally stood and walked to our couch, extending his arms in supplication.

“Mary, can you ever forgive me?”

Mary slowly stood and took one pace towards her husband’s arms. With half a pace between them, her right knee came up with lightning speed and connected with his balls. It was a perfect strike. Once again Ralph expelled every molecule or breath from his lungs and slumped to the floor. I cringed. That had to hurt. My own balls drew back into my body in sympathy until I remembered Ralph was instrumental in ending my own marriage.

“Take that as a no, you faithless bastard,” dainty, petite little Mary screamed at the writhing form on the floor. “That’s for doubting me and not even giving me the right of denial. I should damn-well give you another kick for believing that skank from next door.”

Ralph was cognisant enough to curl into an even tighter ball to protect the family jewels.

Turning to me, she said, “Come on, Jerry, help me pack his bags, he’s leaving.”

In less than ten minutes we were back with two very roughly packed suitcases. Ralph didn’t resist at all as I heaved him to his feet and assisted him out the door, after removing the door key from his key ring.

Once we heard the roar of his car engine, it was like all the strength left Mary. I caught her as she collapsed and folded her in my arms. We stood, awkwardly, for a moment or two before I gently turned and lowered her on to the couch. She wept uncontrollably. Her pain was so palpable, it hurt to hear her. I sat beside her and wrapped her in my arms, turning her face into my shoulder, as much to muffle her sobs as to comfort her. Bit by bit I maneuvered us into a horizontal position. That was how we finally fell asleep.

It was still dark outside when the glass of whiskey I’d consumed earlier, requested permission to leave my body. I tried to disentangle from Mary without rousing her. Returning from my ablutions I looked down on her sleeping form. She looked so innocent. Thinking she’d sleep better in a proper bed, I lifted her carefully and took her into the spare bedroom and laid her down. As I tucked her in she clung to me desperately, her hands like fluttering birds on my arms. I had no choice but to lie beside her. She surprised me by apologising.

“I’m sorry, Jerry. I’ve been selfish. You’ve been just as hurt as me, haven’t you?”

“Yes and no, Mary. Yes, I feel like an ice pick has pierced my heart, but I’ve been having doubts about my marriage for a while now. So, maybe not surprised; not only because of June’s worrying requests in bed but by the fact that she changed her mind on wanting children. When it came time to start a family she began stalling. I was about to force the issue. Maybe she sensed that and thought she had nothing to lose.”

“What are you going to do about her?”

“Well, she’s gone, of course, but I must admit, I’d like to know why.”

“Why don’t we go ask her?”

“What? Now?”

“Why not? She screwed our lives. Let’s go right now and screw hers. It’s just a pity she doesn’t have any balls for me to kick as well.”

Her eagerness ignited my own. We cleaned up a bit and headed for the door. Mary slipped her hand in mine, squeezing it in what I assumed was gratitude, or maybe, support. It seemed natural to continue holding hands as we cut across the lawn to my place. We again paused on my front porch.

“Look, Mary, I really want to know why she did it. This is something I need. Can you wait outside the bedroom door while I have it out with her, please?”

Mary nodded, her eyes soft and understanding.

“Jerry, perhaps I’m being paranoid, or maybe I’ve watched too many movies, but I think you should take precautions.”

“What do you mean by precautions?”

“Well, June lied to and deceived us all. She manipulated Ralph. If you try to divorce her she might turn on you. I just wouldn’t trust her if I were you, so, maybe, you should use your phone to record the conversation so she can’t lie and twist your words.”

I smiled sadly. “Not just a pretty face.”

After setting my phone to record, I opened the door and made my way to the bedroom. Flicking on the light, I noticed with distaste the smell of sex was still heavy in the air. June sat up, blinking in the bright lights. She saw me and smiled languidly.

“Oh, Jerry, you’re back, darling. I knew you’d enjoy it.”

Thinking quickly, I put my finger over the little microphone opening on the phone and replied, “Yes, June, I loved it. How did you know?”

“Oh, Jerry,” June breathed, happily. “It was just like my dreams. For months I’ve been fantasising that I caught you screwing around and punished you by tying you up and fucking some guy in front of you. It made me so horny. I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I was disappointed when you said you wouldn’t go along with it but I knew, I just knew it was only your pride that wouldn’t allow you to admit it.”

She looked euphoric. My gut knotted. My level of disgust was on a par with hers of rapture. I couldn’t trust my tongue, so I merely nodded.

“In my dreams you always loved it,” she continued. “So, I knew that if I could just force you to do the first one then it would open the floodgates. Then, when I was screwing Ralph right here on our bed and you didn’t say anything, I knew I was right.”

June smiled at me as if bestowing a longed-for gift. She didn’t yet realize how unwanted her “gift” was.

“Sweetie, in my dreams we have the most stunning make-up sex for two days, so get nude, I need you to get nude, so we can get started.”

She pulled the sheets to the side seductively, then wriggled out of her panty bottoms. I kept my eyes on her face, not wanting to see the evidence of her earlier betrayal. I swallowed; I didn’t have what I wanted yet, so I had no choice, I had to continue.

“You took a hell of a gamble, June. You can’t have known how I’d react to being tied up against my will and humiliated like that. I-”

June interrupted. “Oh, it wasn’t a gamble, dear. I knew that once I started fucking Ralph in front of you, you would love it. As sure as I know my own name, I knew you’d love seeing me riding another man’s cock. It’s the beginning of a whole new life for us, Jerry. An exciting new life. Now come here. Let the make-up commence.”

Not budging an inch from my seat on the edge of the bed, I continued, “That wasn’t the gamble I had in mind, June. You must know that it was a criminal act to restrain me against my will.”

“I guess so, but it worked, didn’t it?”

I ignored her words. “And then to go next door with Ralph and do the same thing with Mary. Tie her up as well and even worse, forcibly gag her.”

“We had to do that. The dopey bitch was screaming the house down. If we hadn’t gagged her she’d have had the whole neighbourhood breaking down the front door. And I have to say, it turned me on so much. I’ve waited so long and then twice in one evening! You can do the same to Ralph and me when it is your turn. Now stop stalling and come over here and fuck me.”

“Just hang on a moment, wife dear, I just need to call the police.”

With that I stood and left the room. Passing Mary going the other way I grinned, shaking my head and said, “For Christ’s sake, don’t use your fists this time. You’ll end up breaking something.”

With a look of grim determination, Mary entered the room I’d just left. I was totally confident that righteous anger would win out over size and strength. By the time I returned from my phone call, Mary had June bailed up behind a locked bathroom door. Mary was all smiles.

“Gee, that alley cat, bitch of a wife of yours is quick. I only got three slaps in.”

Mary followed me into the den where I double-checked my recorder was off then opened my laptop.

While I plugged my phone into my laptop I spoke hurriedly to Mary. “Listen, I’ve got June twice on tape on my phone, failing to deny restraining me against my will and once admitting that you were restrained and forcibly gagged. I’m not suggesting we lie and say we were tied up against our wills, but I may bend the truth about how I reacted to being humiliated. After all, we were deceived about why we were being restrained. I may have a memory lapse and say I begged them to let me go after I realised their plans. My sense of justice won’t allow me to let them get away with this.”

Mary’s beautiful smile demanded a kiss. I couldn’t help myself.

During the twenty minutes it took for the police to arrive, Mary and I stayed in the bedroom to force June to remain in the bathroom. I didn’t want her tampering with any evidence. The two junior first responders quickly concluded the case was just too weird for them and called the duty Sergeant.

Mary and I repeated our story and, after a quick look at the roped chair in the bedroom and the ligature marks on my wrists, he called the police photographer. Of course, our story wasn’t complete until we took him next door to see the similar set-up and the gag at Mary’s house.

By the time he talked June into coming out of the bathroom and quietly arrested her, his colleagues had arrived and began the task of photographing and bagging evidence. They allowed June to dress before leading her away.

Mary gave them Ralph’s mobile number and we agreed to meet them at the station. We were the objects of many smirks for the next three hours as we gave our separate statements. A doctor was brought in to examine my wrists and the slight bruising around Mary’s mouth. More photos were taken. We were sitting in the reception area when Mary’s sharp inhalation alerted me to a very bedraggled Ralph being led past in handcuffs. Mary fumbled for my hand. I squeezed hers gently.

Our shared pain and grief kept Mary and I clinging to each other’s company. We spent the afternoon cleaning both houses and making our respective beds. I couldn’t speak for Mary, but I did most of the tucking and folding with my eyes shut, relying on touch alone to get the job done. I’d never again be able to look at the bed I’d spent my marriage in with anything but revulsion. Mary and I hardly spoke. What was there to say?

It took three hours alone to change all the locks. Not for any legal reasons, just so we felt safe from any retribution. The fact we both felt that way was a sad inditement on both our marriages. I’d just finished the last lock when Mary announced that dinner was ready. My wine collection got a fair hammering as we relaxed afterward.

Our tongues loosened by wine, we talked about life, the universe and everything. I asked Mary why she and Ralph didn’t have children and with a tear in her eye she explained that Ralph was sterile and so she’d resigned herself to a childless life. My heart went out to her.

Finally, the wine took its toll and for the second night in row I carried her to bed. Like before she clung to me and wouldn’t let me go. I awoke in the dawn’s early light with a pair of arms encircling my chest from behind. Carefully, I rotated until I was gazing into Mary’s beautiful face. Within minutes her eyes opened, and she smiled a glorious smile. She kissed the end of my nose.

“Thanks for not taking advantage of me last night, Jerry. You could have, you know.”

“Sorry, the gentleman’s code wouldn’t let me. Believe me, I really, really wanted to. You are one beautiful lady. I meant what I said yesterday, I really do respect you.”

The impossible happened and that smile got bigger. I don’t know who started it, but the kiss went on for a very long time.

Prompted by Mary’s soft heart, the public prosecutor offered Ralph a plea deal. Make a statement against June as the instigator, he earned himself a suspended sentence. His only offence, after all, in our eyes, was insanely easily accepting June’s lies.

June surprised us all by pleading guilty and accepting her six-month custodial sentence with seeming good grace. June made a few half-hearted attempts to justify herself to us which saddened us both. Ralph was more persistent but eventually got the hint and ended up leaving town. Both divorces went smoothly.  

EPILOGUE

As a bit of a joke, at our 25^th wedding anniversary, our youngest bought Mary and I a padded set of handcuffs, a gag, and other novelty items from the local sex shop. The confused looks on everyone’s faces as both of us lost it completely, with tears of mirth rolling down our cheeks, will amuse us till our dying day.

Now lighten up.

Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he’d just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut, and bruised and he’s walking with a limp. 

‘What happened to you?’ asks Sean, the bartender. 

‘Michael O’Connor and me had a fight,’ says Paddy 

‘That little skinny O’Connor,’ says Sean, ‘How could he do that to you? He must have had something in his hand.’ 

‘That he did,’ says Paddy, ‘a shovel is what he had, and a terrible beatin’ he gave me with it.’ 

‘Well,’ says Sean, ‘you should have defended yourself ta same. Didn’t you have something in your hand?’ 

That I did,’ said Paddy. ‘Mrs. O’Connor’s breast. And a thing of beauty it was; but useless in a fight.’