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Once again I had to compact events to keep the story from dragging out. The basics are still very much true.
Revenge may not be the mature path, but I was done being 'mature'. I just couldn't get the thought of him...and HER.... Going behind my back, lying to my face, basically having an affair! After all we'd been through, he soberly and knowingly risked it all... On HER!

I wanted to scream. I wanted to escape in the worst way. "Fuck it! I'm doing it!" I thought.

I saved the number on the crumbled piece of paper to my phone.

- You busy? We met at the bar last week - I texted.

- No you wanna come over - I received back in no time.

- Yea on my way.

Sex wasn't my priority.... I had visions of long white lines in my near future. That would be my escape. Anything else would simply be an FU to my husband. Hell... had he ever intended to tell me? Obviously not, otherwise it wouldn't of taken him so long, it wouldn't of taken me about to walk out for him to finally come clean. Is honesty truly that difficult for men?

Well honesty came quite easy for me, and you better believe I'd already planned to tell him all about it once I got back home.

I was no longer concerned with consequences. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to cause as much in fact I wanted him in more pain than I was currently in.

I arrived at my destination surprised I so easily found my way back. I'd pushed this house and the events that took place here into the far reaches of my mind, to hopefully be forgotten. But now I found myself willingly returning. Revenge can be so sweet.

I walked up the path to the front door. For a brief instant I hesitated. He opened the door before I could change my mind, sealing my fate.

"Come on in. Don't be shy." he said in that sly, mysterious tone of his.

I didn't dare make eye contact. I moved past him and took a seat on the couch. Omg the couch! Then I heard it. The familiar locking sound. It was all surreal. Like deja vu.

"So what brings you here?" he asked me as if he didn't already know.

"I told my husband" I blurted out.

"You what? Why would you do that?"

"That's just who I am." and I wasn't going to make excuses for my apparent warped moral character.... Not to him or anyone.

"He cheated on me too. With my best friend!" I tried to explain my appearance there.

"Are y'all even now?"

I lifted my head and met his stare. "Not by a long shot"

He grinned. "Good"

He walked to the desk. I knew it was coming. That was the main reason I'd come. I wanted to be numb. I wanted to feel nothing, no more pain. Even if it were brief I needed to escape my horrible reality.

As he finished forming those beautiful lines I stood and walked over to him. I put my hand directly on his crotch and rubbed. He turned his face toward mine and leaned in to kiss me. His kisses were rough and demanding, and that's exactly how I wanted for now. I had no emotional connection to this man; he could use and abuse my body as he wished.

I took the rolled up bill out of his hand. Time to melt my worries line at a time. One line in one nostril. Line two in the other.

"Slow down pretty lady." Was that concern in his voice?

"Don’t go soft on me now." I joked.

"Not a chance in hell. I've been hard since I got your text." he teased

I patted his crotch again. "I see that."

He took his turn...or rather turns. Another rough kiss, then he walked out of the room. I snorted one more line while he was gone. He returned with a couple canned sodas.

"Figured you'd want this" he said offering me one of the cans.


He picked up a remote off one of the side tables, pushed a few buttons, and the room filled with music. Not music I typically listened to. I wasn't much into hard rock, but it was a good fit for the situation.

"Strip" he told me.

"This isn't exactly 'strip' music." I complained.

"I wasn't asking you to dance. I want your clothes off.... Now."

Fine by me. I unzipped my hoodie and discarded it on a nearby chair. My shoes kicked off, my shirt went next. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them past my hips and let them fall to floor. I scooted them out of the way with my foot. All I had on now was my bra, thong, and skull covered knee high socks. He approached me.

"Let me" he said circling behind me. He unclasped my bra with one hand while groping my ass with the other. I flung the bra into the same chair as my hoodie.

"Do u like it rough huh?" he asked wrapping his arm around my throat and squeezing tight.

"Mmmhmm" I couldn't talk, I could hardly even mumble.

"I bet u like it dirty too, dontcha?" using the middle finger of his free hand, he rubbed on my back door pushing in slightly.

He released his hold and stepped back. "now remove the thong.... But leave the socks."

I did as he told. "Sexy..." he murmured to himself.

"Come here." He had me follow him to his dining room table. "Lay down" he motioned to the table indicating where he wanted me to lay. "I'm gonna do a line off you."

I'd surely never done that before. I positioned myself with my back flat against the cold surface of the wood.

He retrieved his baggy, and then proceeded to form two lines. One on my belly and the other on my chest right between my breasts. The credit card he was using tickled, but I remained still. Once he'd sniffed the majority off me he began licking up the remains.

"You want more?" he asked me.

"No I'm good for now." I figured I'd better pace myself.

He walked around the table, contemplating his next move. When he reached the end where my head was resting he leaned down and kissed me again. This kiss had a bit of passion behind it. He stopped kissing me to take turns sucking on my nipples. He made his way onto the table directly on top of me. His cock pointing straight at me. I easily took more than half of him in my mouth.

"Deep throat it bitch!" he said slamming his hips forward causing his dick to force its way down my throat. I gagged unprepared. He pulled back just to slam down again. I struggled to keep up with him. Plus it was hard to focus while he was nibbling and sucking on my clit.

"Yea take that cock like the slut you are!" he yelled out as he stuck 2 fingers in my cunt and finger fucked me hard.

Instead of cumming in my mouth, this time he pulled out and shot his load all over my face.

"Come on let's get u cleaned up" he said climbing off me.

Last time I hadn't ventured further than the living room. Now I was following him through his home, into bedroom, and finally arriving in his bathroom. He turned on the water in his large walk-in shower and adjusted the temp as I removed my socks then stood there waiting.

"Ladies first." He said stepping aside.

I walked past him into the warm water. "I'm no lady"

"That's right I're a dirty little slut"

"Tonight I am."

He grabbed the soap and started lathering me up. "What about tomorrow night?"

I just looked at him quizzically.

"You gonna run home and tell hubby? We planning another repeat performance? What's the deal here?"

"Oh god" I thought. "Don't complicate this now."

"Why don't we finish what we've started tonight" I offered.

"I not gonna complain with that." He winked at me.

We fondled one another there in the shower. I became the aggressor, pushing him against the tile wall. I playfully bit his nipples.

"Watch out.... She bites." He joked.

I crouched down in front of him. My hand wrapped around his semi hard cock & rubbed it back to full mass as I sucked both his balls into my mouth.

"Careful there or Imma make another mess." He warned.

"How convenient we're in the shower huh." I mocked.

"Ah but I have better ideas."

He turned off the water, took me by the hand, and led me to the bed. Laying on his back, he pulled me with him so that I was on top.

"Ride me.”

"My pleasure"

I straddled him, lowering down until he was fully inside me. Placing my hands on his chest for balance, I began bouncing my ass up and down.

"Yea ride me baby!" He yelled out.

"Um how bout you not call me that." Hearing him call me 'baby' hit too close to home.

"Whatever you say Hun"

Without letting his cock slip out, I turned myself around in the reverse cowgirl pose.

"Fuck yea! I like watching that ass bounce!" He exclaimed.

He spread my cheeks, then licked his thumb and pushed it in ass. The pressure was building inside me. I rode him faster and harder to reach my goal.

"Spank my ass!" I screamed. "Spank me hard!"

The palm of his hand slapped down so hard it left a hand print. He kept spanking my cheeks with one hand, while now two fingers from his other fucked my ass hole.

"Yes! Just like that! F U C K!!!!" I squirted all over balls and thighs. Sweat was dripping down off my body. I was panting heavily.

"Damn that was hot!" He chuckled.

"Sorry I've never done that before."

"Hell, don't apologize.... I'm sure not fuckin sorry!"

"I need water." My mouth was parched.

"Well get off me and I'll get u some"

I climbed off him and stood beside the bed. He smacked my ass as he walked by me and out of the room.

"Time for another line" I thought.

Before I could force my legs to move, he reentered the room. He tossed me a bottle of water.

"Drink up. I brought a surprise." He showed me the bag in his hand. He'd read my mind.

We took turns, each having two lines. I excused myself briefly to clean my own dried up juices off me.

I propped my foot up on his bathroom counter. I wet a towel and started wiping away the crusty cum mess.

"Hey I wasn't done with you yet." He said coming up behind me.

"Just a sec-" He cut me off, pushing my upper body forward and ramming into my ass in one motion. My foot still firmly in place on the counter top.

"Ugh!" he groaned as his balls slapped against my pussy.

"Oh shit!" I yelled out in pain and pleasure.

He tore my ass open without care. I liked it.

"It’s so fuckin tight!"

"Well stretch it open then!" I instructed. "Come on you can do it!"

"You won't be able to walk straight when I'm done with this ass!" He promised

He wasn’t kidding. My hole was already burning. I bit my lip trying to suppress a cry of pain. He wasn’t holding anything back, forcing his hard rod deep over and over again. His hips bucked faster.

“I can’t hold back much longer!” He said thru gritted teeth.

“Fill my ass with your cum!”

That’s all he needed to hear. He shot every last drop he had in bowels. “Yesssss!” he hissed. He pulled out, took me by the hair turning me to face him.

“On your knees whore!” he didn’t wait for me to oblige, instead he pulled my hair forcing me to kneel before him.

“Suck it clean!”

Not normally something I would consider, but the drugs had this effect on me where I’d do almost anything. The dirtier the better! So, I eagerly licked and sucked him till he was clean.

“Good girl.” He patted my head. “Now you can go back to what you were doing.” He left me there to tidy myself.

When I got back in the room he was in the bed. “Join me?” He asked.

“No I think I should be getting home now…”

“It’s like 2am. You can stay the night. I guarantee you’ll enjoy your wake up call.”

“As tempting as that is, I think its best I go.”

“Feel free to use me again.”

I winked as I left the room. I redressed and let myself out. Checking my cell I saw several messages and missed calls from my husband. I didn’t bother reading them or listening to my voicemails.

- I’m on my way home. - I texted him.
- Where have you been?
- Like you have a right to ask
- I’m still your husband
- So now that means something?
- It’s always meant something

I put my phone away. I had to concentrate on driving. We had plenty to discuss when I got home.

My husband was standing in the drive way with his arms folded over his chest waiting for my arrival. I parked about two feet from him. Oh how I wanted to press the accelerator and just plow him down. But a crime of passion wasn’t in my nature. I sat there in my car engaging in a starring contest with him. He folded first. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door. I watched him sit in the seat beside me.

“Where have you been?” He asked sternly.

“I’m sure you can guess.”

“I have no god damn clue! I called your parents assuming you’d go there… By the way, you should call them, they’re worried.”

“You shouldn’t have called them…”

“What, you expected me to go back to bed like nothing happened?”

“Did you call her?”

“…. Yea… After calling your folks…. I thought maybe you’d… I’m not sure what I thought….”

“I went to see him.”


“Really? HIM… the guy from the bar…”

It took a moment for him to process what I was telling him. He turned the lights on in the car to get a better look at me. My pupils were huge, a dead giveaway.

“Baby no….. Oh my god baby…” He looked hurt. That’s what I’d wanted, isn’t it?

“We need to talk.” I stated rationally.

“We are talking… We’ve been talking… What are we doing here?”

“All I know is I need some space…. From you… From us.” I started to cry.

“What do you mean space?” He was clinching his fists in his lap. “This is exactly what I was afraid of!”

“The hardest thing for me to accept in all of this is how easily you’ve kept this from me…. How you allowed me to remain friends with her…. You’ll never know how awful that feels. I can’t trust you right now. I can’t be with you until I figure out if I’ll ever be able to trust you again.”

“And how do you expect me to trust you? Huh? You’ve been screwing him all night! You think I’m just supposed to be ok with that?” He was pissed. Good…so was I.

“I don’t expect anything! That’s something you’ll have to figure out on your own!”

“Well what do you propose we do here? What about the kids?”

“I think you should go stay somewhere else until we can come up with a better plan.”

“Babe please don’t do this!” He pleaded with me. “I will do whatever I can to regain your trust.”

“I can’t do this with you…. I need time apart.”

“How much time?”

“I don’t know. Let’s give it a week or two and then…. Then I don’t know what. I only know I can’t sleep in the same bed with you, to go about life as though my world isn’t falling apart. I can’t do that.”

“Fine. Two weeks. And before you make any rash decisions, promise me we’ll speak with a counselor first.”

“Ok.” I agreed.

We sat there in silence. What was to become of us? Was there any salvaging our marriage at this point?

To be continued.


Anonymous readerReport

2014-02-23 16:54:00
Admit , you like being a slut!!
You want cock, but don't want hobby's dick...tell him the truth,, you want him to watch you love cock,,, he will love it...

anonymous readerReport

2011-08-08 08:44:46
Quite fitting, you ultimately got your true revenge without having to do anything. Too bad you stumbled with the drug issue; however, it is good that you seem to have learned that lesson. Best of luck in your future.

Ed W.


2011-08-06 17:16:15
Although I agree that drugs were not the answer, it happened all the same. I can look back and see how they only did more harm. The drug usage at that point in my life was simply me being self-destructive, I can acknowledge that now. As far as sleeping with her husband... EWW! He was greasy, gross, and nerdy. No thanks! That would of only been punishment to me. But karma eventually bit her in the ass. He cheated on her with a long time friend of theirs.... and that was after he chose not to believe my husband when he told him of the affair.

anonymous readerReport

2011-08-06 16:34:57
I voted negative because I do not agree with the form of revenge you chose. It would have been more devious to have seduced her husband, and then expose the situation in a manner that would have hurt your husband & the best friend. Drugs are never the answer.

Ed W.

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