Sweet Revenge
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“What the hell is going on in here?”
Those are the words I utter as I walk into our living room and find my husband with a girl I have never seen before.
They both look surprised to see me. She’s brushing her hair, which seems a strange thing to be doing in an unfamiliar house. He’s red in the face and looking like a cat caught with a canary. I am just thankful that our daughter went straight upstairs to call her friends and is oblivious to what is happening in the front room.
He’s fucked her, I just know it.
There is an awkward silence before my husband explains who this visitor is. He tells me that her car broke down nearby and that one of our neighbours found her stranded in a country lane. Knowing our son is a mechanic, the neighbour brought her here to see if he could help.
The story seems plausible, but I am still convinced that something else has gone on in here. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s cheated on me and I doubt it will be the last. I’m used to it by now. But, to my knowledge, it’s the first time it has happened in our home and I am seething at the risk he has taken.
I mutter my excuses about getting dinner started and head for the kitchen. As I start peeling potatoes, I hear the front door open as my son arrives home. His father goes out and explains the same story as he told me and, after grabbing some tools, the three of them disappear. I wonder why Tony has had to go as well. I assume it is to make sure that his new friend doesn’t get a chance to say anything that might get him into trouble. That or he just wants to avoid my wrath for longer.
“How fucking dare he!” I mutter to myself, viciously chopping carrots and imagining chopping something else off.
However, by the time the guys return home later, I am calm. I am outwardly cheerful, to the point where I see my husband’s reaction move from unnerved to relaxed. He either thinks I don’t know what happened earlier or thinks that I don’t care.
But I do know.
And I do care.
I also have a plan.
This time, I will get my own back.
The evening goes much the same as any other Sunday. We eat as a family, we watch TV. I would normally go up for a bath before bed, but I have had waxing done today so that’s not an option. I smile inwardly, knowing how much my husband would normally enjoy it when I treat him to the minimalist, hair-free look and knowing that he won’t be seeing that.
Not tonight, anyway.
He has the audacity to cuddle up behind me in bed, his erection pressing into my ass as he slides into a spoon position. I’d be pissed off at this if I wasn’t already thinking of how I intend to get my revenge; it seems like a bad-taste joke to want to fuck your wife only hours after you cheated on her.
I murmur something about having an early start tomorrow, pull away and pretend to fall asleep. Within minutes, he has dropped off and I lie there in silence contemplating my plan in more detail.
The next morning, I am awake before the alarm.
I go downstairs, put the kettle on and make some coffee. I get breakfast ready for everyone else, but I cannot face eating anything. My stomach is full of butterflies and I wonder if it is excitement or nerves creating the sensation. I reason that it is probably a combination of the two.
I go back upstairs and into the en-suite bathroom to shower. As I emerge, Tony is just getting out of bed. I casually, accidentally-on-purpose, drop my towel as I am looking in the wardrobe for today’s outfit.
“Mmmmm,” he says as he gets the front view. “I can’t believe you kept that all to yourself yesterday!”
'I can’t believe you couldn’t keep it in your pants yesterday,’ is what I want to say, but instead, I attempt to smile sexily at him before I reply:
“Well, they say the best things come to those who wait!” I tell him. “But for now, I need to get dressed. And you need to get your coffee before it goes cold.”
He grudgingly leaves the room and I start drying my hair. Once that’s done, I go to my lingerie drawer and start selecting items. Black lacy bra, matching knickers. I pause for a moment, before digging out a suspender belt and a brand-new pair of sheer stockings. ‘Bait’, I think, smiling to myself as I slide them up my thighs and fasten the tops.
By eight o’clock, I am in the office and drinking my second cup of coffee of the day. As I wade through my never-ending inbox, the butterflies take flight again.
‘Anytime soon,’ I tell myself.
Twenty minutes later, I can’t sit still any longer, so I wander off into the main office and chat to my team. They are all much younger than I am – most of them in their twenties – but they always treat me as one of them, even though I am old enough to be their mother. I ask about their weekends and tell the girls about the fun my daughter and I had at the spa. I tell the guys that my son’s team won yesterday and are now top of their league and then laugh as they tell me about the hangovers that they are still nursing from Saturday night.
It’s another hour later before he arrives.
Ben is my marketing manager and has worked for me for the last three years. He is outstandingly good at his job, smart, funny and popular with everyone who works here.
He is also the subject of most of my fantasies.
Usually the filthiest ones.
I’ve had a thing about him ever since he started. I think all the women have, if they are honest, along with some of the guys. He’s tall, dark and absolutely fucking gorgeous. There’s an ever-present twinkle in his eyes and he has the ability to make even the most innocent conversations sound dirty.
He is also incredibly kinky.
I found that out at the Christmas party last year. It was held at a posh hotel and I paid for all my team to have rooms and stopover. It was staff only, no partners. I masterminded that on purpose so that Tony couldn’t see me flirting with Ben.
With hindsight, I wish he had.
At the end of the night, the party had finished and a few of us stayed up late to enjoy a nightcap. Or three. The drinks had been flowing all night and, by this time, tongues had started to loosen.
The conversation moved to sexual themes and someone asked what everyone’s best experience to date had been. Someone mentioned a threesome they taken part in on a wild holiday to Ibiza, followed by someone else talking about when they bribed their driving examiner with sexual favours to pass their test.
Then it was Ben’s turn.
I squirmed in my chair as he told us – without any hesitance – that he really enjoyed two things: sex outside and sex with others watching. I was mesmerised as he told us about an experience he had back in the summer. He went to a birthday party for Lou – one of our designers – dressed as a pirate.
This much, I already knew as he had modelled his outfit for everyone in the office the day before. I remember how wet I got at the sight of him in his costume and how I was still thinking about him as I fucked my husband that night.
He went on to say that he had met a girl at the party, who had been dressed as a naughty schoolgirl. The guys around the table cheered as he described her outfit, complete with mini skirt and knee-high socks and then again when he said that he had offered to drive her home afterwards. Their conversation had moved towards sex as she had stumbled across other partygoers getting frisky in one of the bedrooms and she admitted that she found the idea of being watched whilst having sex a huge turn-on.
By this point, the bar was silent. Everyone was desperate to hear what happened next. Ben took a long swig of his whisky chaser, before continuing with his story. He told us that he had driven her to a local beauty spot, knowing that late at night, it was a well-known dogging spot. After getting things warmed up in the car, he had taken her outside, laid her on the car bonnet, eaten her out and then fucked her whilst others watched them.
I could not believe what I was hearing. My temperature was rising, and my heart was pumping. My head was filled with some many feelings – jealousy towards the lucky girl in question. Disappointment that I had never had the nerve to do anything like that back in my single days. And lust, on a level that I had never experienced before.
His story finished as he explained that the girl had freaked out as they left the car park, that she had seen a guy she knew in the audience. He laughed as he explained that it was her line manager from work, before looking right at me, winking and saying, “I guess some people aren’t comfortable with their boss knowing all of their filthy secrets.”
The hotel manager – who I am sure had also been listening – told us that it was time for bed as they were closing. I wondered if he was just desperate to go off and relieve himself after what he had just heard. After saying goodnight to everyone, I went back to my room and made myself cum with my fingers as I replayed the story in my mind. Then I imagined Ben knocking on my door as I lay there, naked and dripping, before coming in and fucking me senseless. I came again as I thought about that.
I have thought about the Christmas party every single night since.
I think Ben knows that, too.
I’m not sure whether it’s because I am his boss and he wants to keep on my good side, but he always pays me a lot of attention. Sometimes, it’s downright flirtatious, not that I would ever complain. I love it. I am like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever I am around him, not a nearly-fifty-year-old business owner who is married with two kids. One of whom is almost the same age as the object of my desires.
He comes in to say hello and sits on the end of my desk. We chat about our weekends and I have to try not to glance at the outline of his cock, pressing against his trousers. As I am sitting down, it’s teasingly near to my face and I start daydreaming about leaning over, unzipping him and giving him the best blowjob of his life, knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment.
His voice breaks me away from my daydream.
“Hey!” he laughs. “You were away with the fairies then. I was asking how the spa day went?”
I smile and apologise for my lack of concentration, before telling him what a great time we had. He wants to know which treatments I treated myself to and raises an eyebrow when I tell him about the full-body massage. He laughs smuttily when I tell him about the facial I received and nearly chokes on his coffee when I tell him about the waxing. I don’t actually tell him what I had waxed, I just glance down at my lap before looking up at him and winking.
The moment is ruined when my phone rings and he goes back into the main office.
It’s a typically Monday with numerous fires to fight and problems to solve, so it’s after lunch when I see him again.
“Ben,” I say, walking over to his desk. “We have a problem. You know that promotion that we were going to launch next week? The printers are saying that they aren’t going to have the leaflets ready in time. I’m heading over to see them now; I could really do with you there as you placed the order.”
He grabs his jacket and follows me out of the office, down the stairs and into the car park. We get into my car and head over to the supplier, planning our strategy for the meeting and how we will get what we want from them.
He is on the ball today, full of suggestions and ideas for how to resolve the crisis and I tell him I want him to take the lead on this. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him trying to hold back a smile and most probably, a smutty reply.
If only he knew how damp my panties were right now.
I wriggle a little, so that my skirt rises up and shows off just the faintest hint of flesh at the tops of my legs. When he hastily moves a folder onto his lap, I am sure that he has seen it. I wonder if he has seen stockings and suspenders up close before, if younger girls still use such things to seduce their men these days. I decide not to ask; we are almost at our destination.
We get to the building and have our meeting. It goes on for the rest of the afternoon and, when we leave, it is already dark outside.
“Wow,” I say, glad to escape the cold air as I sink into my car seat. “You were great this afternoon, Ben. Honestly, I couldn’t have got that all sorted without you. Thank you so much.”
“Always happy to help,” he replies, a playful tone in his voice. “How about we stop for a celebratory drink on the way back? Or do you need to get back for the family?”
“That sounds good. And no, both of the kids are stopping with friends tonight.”
“And Tony?”
“He can look after himself.”
I carry on driving until we find a country pub. We make our way inside, get drinks – orange juice for me, lager for him – and sit down at a table next to a roaring open fire.
The conversation flows easily, moving from work to our home lives. He tells me that he enjoys being single and the freedom that offers him. Without thinking, I tell him how much I envy his single status and how overrated married life is.
He looks at me questioningly, not saying a word but silently encouraging me to continue.
This opens the floodgates. I tell him about what happened yesterday and that I know Tony has cheated before. I tell him how angry I am about this. How much effort I make to keep myself looking good and giving him the same amount of sex as we had as newlyweds. I tell him about all the romantic nights away I book, the sexy surprises I arrange, the role plays we indulge in.
He never says a word.
I suddenly realise how inappropriate this is, sharing details of my sex life with one of my employees. I glance around, hoping that no-one else has heard what I have been saying, but it’s a Monday night in the middle of winter, so the pub is practically empty.
My cheeks flame with embarrassment as I hastily apologise for telling him all these things, but he just smiles and says that’s what friends are for. I glow inwardly at hearing him call me a friend, rather than labelling me as his boss, before suggesting that it’s time we leave.
We get back into the car and I turn the heaters on to de-mist the windows. We sit in silence for a moment before he speaks again.
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
I am too stunned to reply.
“What are you going to do about it? Him cheating, I mean.”
I think about that for a moment.
“Nothing right now,” I tell him. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I could afford to leave him. It’s not about money. But our daughter takes her exams this summer and I can’t put her through us splitting up at the same time. I’ll see how things are once she goes off to university.”
“Have you ever been tempted to cheat on him?”
“Many a time,” I laugh, almost ruefully. “But I’ve never actually gone through with it.”
“It might make you feel better.”
Before I can reply, his hand reaches out and makes contact with my knee and I tremble at his touch. Slowly, his fingers stroke upwards before he casually rests them mid-way up my thigh.
“Ben,” I begin. “Look I don’t think – “
“Ssssh,” he whispers, stopping me in my tracks. “I think I know something that might make you feel better.”
I try to find the strength to push his hand away, but he tightens his grip on my skirt.
“It’s kind of you to offer – really, I am flattered – but this isn’t - “
He cuts across me again.
“I’m not being kind,” he states, a firmness creeping into his voice. “I’m horny. Your husband is a prick. And you deserve to get to have a little fun of your own.”
“But it’s not that simple, I mean… hang on, what are you doing?”
My mouth falls open as he undoes his belt and slowly lowers his zipper. Never taking his eyes off me for a second, he takes his cock out.
I’m frozen to the spot as I look down.
It is huge.
Bigger than I have had before.
Bigger than Tony.
Fuck! I think, remembering that I am, in fact, a married woman.
I try to speak. “Ben,” I say, my voice trembling. “We can’t. I can’t.”
“You said you wanted me to take the lead,” he reminds me, playfully. “So, that’s what I am doing. Now lean over and suck this.”
I would like to say that I at least think about this request, that I take time to consider the band of gold on my finger, the vows I once made.
But I don’t.
Not for one second.
I undo my seatbelt, lean over and kiss his lips. Hard. Frantically. Desperately. Then I lower my head towards his lap and begin to lick the head of his hard cock. He moans as my tongue finds the sensitive spot a little lower down. I pause. Then I lick again. Then I pause. Then, without any warning, I suck the whole length into my mouth in one go.
He’s so big that I feel him at the back of my throat, but it feels good. I want to devour him. I suck noisily, slurping as I slide my head up and down his solid shaft.
He tastes so good.
He tastes like revenge.
His hands are in my hair, pushing me down deeper, making sure I take every inch, before he suddenly pulls me up.
“I just had an idea,” he pants. “Remember that story I told you about the party? The pirate outfit?”
I nod as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“That place is only a few minutes away. I want to take you there.”
The way he says take is so loaded with lust that I feel the word resonate in my pussy.
“Tell me where to go,” I say as I turn on the engine.
I follow his directions, although it is not easy concentrating on anything when you have a hot, young male in your passenger seat.
It’s even harder when he is stroking the largest dick you have ever seen in person.
I turn off the main road and follow the lane to the parking area. There are several cars already here and I notice a group of people standing around one of them, but I can’t tell what the occupants are doing, it’s too far away.
I turn off the engine and kill the lights.
"Let’s get in the back,” he says, his voice practically a growl.
I haven’t fucked in the back seat of a car since the night I lost my virginity, many, many years ago. The fact that I am experiencing two more firsts tonight – the first time I have had sex in a public place and the first time I have cheated – in a similar location doesn’t escape my attention.
We climb in the back and begin kissing again. His hands are everywhere; his cock is still out and still hard. As his tongue enters my mouth, I feel the buttons of my blouse being opened. I moan as his hands find my tits, wrenching them out of my lacy bra and squeezing them hard. I’ve never liked rough nipple play before, but as he twists and pulls on them, I begin to melt.
I feel lightheaded as his hands pull my skirt up. “Sexy,” he murmurs, as his fingertips find the soaking lace, before pulling them to one side. I cry out as he a finger enters me, followed by another, and another. I think I am about to cum when he suddenly withdraws them.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he demands.
He gets out and stands at the door as I pull myself into position on the edge of the seat. My ass is raised; my nipples are rubbing against the upholstery. I hear his trousers slipping down to his ankles, then I feel his hands roughly parting my wet thighs.
I had, at one point earlier, wondered if this monster cock would fit inside me and now I have my answer. Gripping my hips, he aims the head at my entrance and then pushes it in one go. I gasp. Before I have time to recover, he begins to fuck me hard, urgently, almost aggressively.
Then he speaks.
“Well,” he says, between grunts. “People are coming over. Guess the other show’s finished.”
I suddenly panic.
“But what if someone recognises me?” I hiss as he thrusts inside me, balls deep.
“Just keep your head down, they’ll never know.”
To demonstrate this point, he grabs my head and shoves into the seat, holding it in place with the heel of his palm.
I can hear voices nearby and I wonder who these people are, these people watching as Ben pounds me within an inch of my life. I wonder what they are doing, are they just watching, are they touching themselves, will they end up fucking each other afterwards?
But I can only imagine all of this as I cannot see a thing.
Ben’s other hand finds my clit and he begins to stroke it with mounting urgency. I guess that he is nearing his own climax and wants me to cum with him.
His wish is granted as I feel the familiar sensation building in my womb. Everything starts to tighten and, just for a split second, the world stands still as the orgasm builds up inside me. I cry out as my muscles contract, rhythmically gripping and releasing his cock as he buries it up to the hilt.
As my peak subsides, his is just beginning. He thrusts hard, once, twice, three times, before letting out an animalistic groan as he begins to fill my cunt with his juices. Like a sprinkler going off, I feel spurt after spurt of hot cum being pumped into me.
I stay still, head still down, waiting for him to move. I feel his cock twitch, then gently, he pulls out of me and slides my underwear back into place.
“That’s it, folks!” he laughs, suddenly acknowledging our audience. “Sorry to ask you to leave but… the lady’s shy, if you get me…”
I hear muffled voices and laughing, then footsteps on the gravel, then silence.
“Coast’s clear,” he tells me. “You can look up now.”
I’ve been in that position for so long, my joints ache as I straighten up and climb out of the back seat and into the front. I slip my tits back into my bra and re-button my blouse as he adjusts his own clothing.
I break the silence first.
“That was… amazing,” is all I can manage.
“Glad to hear it,” he replies. “You know I always like to give you my best efforts.”
I laugh. “Look, Ben,” I say, “That really was something. But it’s important that no-one finds out about this, especially at work. I’m sure you understand why.”
“Can we tell them about it at this year’s Christmas party?”
I know he is teasing, and I can’t help but laugh again.
“No,” I say, playfully admonishing him. “This stays between the two of us. Promise me?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
“Please. You know how much trouble this could cause. I’m married. I’m your boss. Hell, I am old enough to be your mother.”
“Yep, all of which are reasons why this was so fucking hot!”
“I need you to be discreet.”
He pulls an exaggerated thinking face, his finger on his lips, before turning to me.
“Okay,” he says. “I will keep quiet. On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“We do this again sometime.”
“Deal,” I say, spitting on my hand before offering it to him to shake.
“And I had you down as the type that swallows,” he replies, the mischief creeping back into his voice.
We drive back to his house in near silence, both of us exhausted from the day’s events. As we pull up, he quickly leans over and kisses my cheek.
“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” he whispers, before opening the door and getting out.
I’m smiling all the way home. I cannot believe that my plan came to fruition so quickly. I decided last night that I would begin trying to seduce Ben today, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that we would be fucking by this evening.
Or with an audience.
When I get in, the lights are off, so I assume Tony has already gone to bed.
I think about jumping in the bath to get rid of the evidence, then decide otherwise. Like the moment after a first kiss when you don’t want to wash your face for weeks after, I want to hold onto the souvenir from my lover. Even if some of it is already trailing down the insides of my thighs.
In the darkness, I undress and fumble under the pillow for my nightdress. I pull it on and slip into bed, next to my husband.
I’m trying to figure out if he is asleep when he rolls over.
“So,” he murmurs, running his hand up my leg. “Do I get to inspect the job they did at the spa now?”
I tense up, knowing that if he does down on me, he will smell – even taste – another man’s cum as it seeps from my swollen, recently-fucked pussy.
“Be my guest,” I reply, gripping his hair with my hand and directing his head beneath the covers. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was keeping it to myself again.”
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