0 comments/ 16205 views/ 1 favorites The Betrayal of Carrie Ch. 1 By: MydnytRayn Carol sat there, staring at her husband across the coffee table. Expelling a thin stream of smoke in his direction, knowing that the cigarette smoke irritated the hell out of him. She desperately waited for the much needed rise out him she tried to draw out from him. As on cue, Frank began to cough. "Carol if you must smoke, can you at least have the courtesy not to blow that infernal smoke in my eyes." he admonished, not even taking his eyes from the Sunday paper. The sound of his condescending voice irked her on levels beyond mere description. He was twenty-three years her senior, a fact that in the beginning excited Carol, now it only served to annoy her. Often she sat at the table watching him, wondering why she ever married him. The love was enough in the beginning, now she wanted more. The sex was passable, that is when she got it. Since his fiftieth birthday, she was getting it lesser and lesser. She never dreamed of cheating on him, since as a child infidelity ruined her family. But boy was she ever tempted sometimes. "Carol are you listening to me? I do hate it when you tune me out." Frank said, looking over newspaper. "What did you say?" she asked, lighting another cigarette. "I said Trish and Alan invited us for doubles this Saturday and I wanted to know if you wanted to play." "No, I think I'll decline." she said, blowing more smoke in his direction. "Why is that, my dear?" he asked, frantically waving away the smoke. "Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie?" she asked sarcastically. She couldn't stand his friends, a fact that she rarely hid. "Never mind. I swear, I try to broaden your horizons and you shoot me down every time. Why do I even bother inviting you?" he muttered, walking out of the kitchen. "Do us all a favor and open a window. No need for all of us to share your cancerous fate." he called out to her. "Fuck you Frank!" she yelled. "What?" he called out, not hearing her vulgar statement. "I said I love you darling." she laughed. Carol stood up and walked over to the window. Stretching up on her tiptoes, gazing out. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as her gaze locked on the heavenly vision outside. He was about 6 feet or a bit taller, not overly muscular, but nicely built. His mocha complexion gleamed in the sunlight from the perspiration dripping. Not really attracted to men with dreadlocks, she found herself being drawn to this man whose dreds hung down to the middle of his shoulders. She could faintly make out the impression of his six-pack through his tank top undershirt. She giggled to herself at his Mickey Mouse boxers peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. Carol didn't realize she had been caught staring at him until he caught her eye and waved at her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he flashed her his perfect smile. Closing the curtains, she walked over to the backdoor and stepped outside. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she waved back. "Hi there." "Hello yourself beautiful." a deep voice answered, with just the hint of a country drawl. "New in the neighborhood? Haven't seen you before." "Fairly new. Up here visiting a friend for a spell. My name is Anthony. Tony for short." he drawled, extending his hand. "Um, I'm Carol. My friends call me Carrie." she finally managed to say, taken back by his firm handshake. "Nice to meet you Carrie. Maybe we can get together one day and you can show me around." Before she could answer, Frank interrupted. "Oh Tony, I see you met my wife, Carol." "You know him?" Carol asked her husband. "I met Frank a couple of days ago when I arrived." "Yes, he's friends with one of the neighbors. Got lost and he needed some help finding the house." Frank explained. "That would be true.", Tony laughed, "I was just asking your charming wife if one day she would take pity on this country bumpkin and show me around." "That's a wonderful idea. Carol can show you around this Saturday." Carol shot him a withering glare, hating when he volunteers her for things. But, then again, she wouldn't mind hanging out with Tony. "Do you mind, Carrie?" Tony asked. "Oh, I see she's already got you calling her Carrie." Frank laughed dryly, "Only someone like her would like for people to call her such a dreadful name." he commented, walking in the house. Carol looked away, her expression a combination of embarrassment and rage. Looking over her shoulder, making sure that Frank was nowhere in sight, Tony gently took Carol's face in his hand, kissing her softly on the lips. "I happen to like Carrie, besides, Carol is a name that only old men like." he whispered. Carol's mouth dropped open. Never has a man ever taken such liberties with her before. She couldn't believe that she didn't stop him. She was so starved for real affection that she would take whatever she could get. "I'll be here bright and early Saturday. Make sure you get plenty of rest." he said, as he walked across the street, leaving a shocked Carol standing there. Walking back into the house, her fingers lingering on her lips. She could smell the musky scent of her arousal swirling around her. Slipping her hand underneath her skirt, she felt the moisture seeping through her cotton panties. 'Hmm, I wonder if ole Frank will give me some?' she thought to herself. Tiptoeing to the study, she stood outside the door, hearing Frank talking on the phone. She was getting ready to knock on the door when she heard the nature of the conversation. "Of course she's not coming. You know how my darling wife can't stand my friends. Which works out perfectly for me. Yes honey, I miss you too. I know, I know love, I can't wait till I'm chin deep in your delicious pussy. Oh honey, I have been dreaming about your hot mouth around my dick for the last few days. Let me get off the phone, you know how nosey my darling wife is. And I can't afford for her to find out about us. Yes, I love you to Trish." 'Son-of-a-bitch!' Carol crept from the hallway and ran to the bathroom, where she promptly vomited. She couldn't believe that Frank was cheating on her! Knowing how she felt about infidelity. She continued to throw up until her stomach was empty, leaving her with dry heaves. "Carol, are you okay?" Frank asked, gently tapping on the door. "I'm fine, just a little sick to my stomach." "I told you those cigarettes were bad for you." he said. She could here him walking down the hallway. Washing her face and brushing her teeth, her mind going a mile a minute. 'Fuck him. I don't need him.' she thought to herself. She knew that right now she couldn't prove anything and that if she left, she'd be penniless. No way was he going to get off this easy. But she needed time to plan. She knew that Frank and Trish would be getting together on Saturday, that left her the rest of the week to plan. Suddenly the idea popped in her mind. If she left the house on false pretense, he would feel secure enough to invite the bitch over. She read about NannyCams over the internet and knew that she could get them installed with little to no suspicion from Frank. He was usually gone early in the day and didn't come home till late in the evening. 'Paybacks are a bitch, now so am I.' Carol stood outside, watering her lawn. She was wearing faded denim cut-offs and a tank top. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her brown sugar skin shone in the sunlight. Usually, Carol hardly ever watered the lawn, but today she was on the look out for Frank. The NannyCam technician was almost through, but she maintained her sentry post just in case. So lost in thought, she didn't hear Tony creep up behind her. "I was so hoping to see you today." "Oh Tony!", she gasped, "You startled me." "How are you beautiful?" "Been better. How about you?" "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Ma'am, everything is up and running perfectly. If you experience any problems, don't hesitate to call." the NannyCam tech said. "Oh thank you very much." Tony curiously watched the man get into his van a pulled off. Carol bolted in the house, ignoring Tony, who simply followed her inside. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, watching Carol flit around the house, examining different appliances. "Tony can you keep a secret?" "Yes, I can." "Good. Don't tell anybody what you saw or what I'm about to tell you." Tony listened intently as Carol poured her heart out to him. Repeating what Frank had said, about his infidelity, she even confessed her childhood fears to him. "Now, I'm gonna tell Frank that I have to go away for awhile. He's not really gonna ask why simply because as you can see, he doesn't care. I have everything set up and I have a portable monitor so that I can watch what goes on. The house is wired for sound and video so I don't miss a thing. See Frank thinks he's gonna get rid of me with no problems and no real monetary lost. Hopefully, if everything goes as planned, I'm gonna have that bastard by the balls." "Well, seems like you've got everything covered. You do realize that I'm going with you, don't you?" "What do you mean?" "I can't let you face this alone. Especially if he's bold enough to bring her here. No one will miss me. We can leave now. Call Frank at work, tell him that you're leaving for a spell. Then pack what you need and meet me at this address." he said, scribbling out the address on scrap of paper. "I'll see you shortly." he said, hugging her tightly. Carol clutched the paper in her hand as she watched him leave. Hitting the speed dial on the phone, she called Frank. "Frank Bellamy." "Hey Frank, it's me Carol." "Hello my dear, what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?" he asked, the frustration could be heard in his voice. Her call couldn't be more ill timed. Trish's beautiful blonde head was buried between his lap, blowing him to heaven. "Listen, I have to go away for a few days or more. I have some things that I need to take care of. Is that going to be a problem?" "Not at all my dear. When are you leaving?" he asked, barely containing his glee. "Actually, I'm leaving now. Figured I'd call you before I left." "Okay honey. Be safe, I have to end this now, I have a meeting to go to." he said, quickly hanging the phone up. He buried his hand in Trish's hair, guiding her mouth up and down his dick as he shot cum down her throat. Moments later, she looked up at him, licking her lips. "Guess we're finally going to have the house to ourselves." he laughed. Carol tossed her bags in the trunk of her car. Her damp hair was clinging to the back of her neck. She had taken a shower before leaving, changing into a cotton tank dress. Tossing her sandals into the passenger seat, she sped off, eager to meet up with Tony.... To Be Continued... The Betrayal of Carrie Ch. 2 Carrie sped down the boulevard, half listening to the radio, thinking about what was happening. Suddenly, a thought sprang in her mind, interrupting her reverie. She pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, fishing out the address Tony had given her. For some reason, at the time he had given it to her, she couldn't figure out why is looked so familiar to her. Staring at the scrap of paper in utter horror, she realized why it was so familiar. It was written on the stationary that Frank kept in his office! At first, she tried to convince herself that he might have picked it up at the house, but she knew that Frank never kept it in the house, complaining that Carrie wasted it. Plus she remembered that Tony pulled the paper out of his pocket. "Son-of-a-bitch!" Carrie hissed, smacking her steering wheel. Narrowing her eyes, she thought for a moment. When she is calm, she isn't as vindictive, but when enraged, Carrie is down right vicious, and it's in those moments of rage, that Carrie thinks with the utmost calculating clarity. An evil sneer forms momentarily on her sweet lips as she revs the car, heading to her rendezvous point with Tony. Soon everyone was going to realize not to fuck with her. As she pulled up in front of the house, Tony stood there, smiling, unaware of Carrie's plans. "Hey there! Glad you found this place with no problems. Do you have a lot of bags?" Tony asked as he stepped forward, hugging Carrie as she got out of the car. Carrie let him wrap his arms around her body before she pressed the barrel of her nickel plated 9mm to his abdomen. "Listen to me and listen to me good, motherfucker," she hissed in his ear, "I don't know what kind of games your playing, but you're fucking with the wrong bitch. Don't move a muscle, I am a crack shot, not to mention a black belt which means either way, I will hurt you. Do what I say, and you make walk away here healthy. Fuck up and I won't hesitate to bury your no good ass in the desert. Nod if you understand?" "C-Carrie what are you talking about?" he asked nervously. A sinking feeling of dread washed over him as he realized she knew about the set-up. "Don't play games with me Tony" she said, pushing him away, aiming the gun at his chest, "Go get my bags from out of the trunk and take them in the house" she ordered, pushing the remote control button for the trunk, "You have three minutes, so I suggest you hurry." She nudged him into motion with the barrel of the gun. Opening the passenger door, keeping an eye on him, Carrie reached in and pulled out the portable monitor. Following Tony inside the house, she waited from him to drop the bags before she hit him over the head with the butt of her gun. "W-what h-happened?" Tony stammered as he came to. Trying to focus, he saw Carrie sitting on the floor in front of him, pointing the gun up at him. He tried to leap out of the chair, only to come to the realization that Carrie had done a thorough job tying him down with rope and handcuffs. "What the hell are you doing Carrie?" "Better question, what the hell are you doing Tony?" "Carrie I don't know what you think I've done, but I didn't do anything to you but try to be a friend and this is how you repay me?" "Funny you should mention the word 'pay'. See while you were napping, I went through your wallet. Wanna guess what I found?" She paused for a moment, relishing the look of dread washing over his handsome face. "I found a deposit slip from the bank for a check written in the amount of twenty-five thousand dollars. Did a little calling around to some friends that I have and found out something else equally interesting. Wanna know what I found out?" Again she paused, watching Tony lick his dry lips. "I found out that my darling husband paid you that money. Now this is where things may take a turn for the worse for you. See I don't know what Frank is paying you to do and this is where my friend comes in to play," she cocked her gun "You tell us what we want to know and I'll do my best to keep my friend from becoming your chest's best friend. Understand?" "You're crazy! I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" he screamed. Carrie jumped up, smacking him across the face with the gun. "Wrong answer Tony. Try again. Why did Frank pay you?" she asked, jabbing the gun in his chest. "He wants you gone Carrie." he whispered, licking the corner of his lip, tasting blood. "Gone as in divorced or gone as in dead?" "Preferably, dead. If that couldn't be done, then he wanted me to seduce you so he could divorce you and keep his money. You have an adultery clause in your prenuptial. If cheat, you walk away with nothing." It took Carrie a minute to digest what he said to her. "So Frank is that far gone that he wants me dead?" "Basically." "And he hired you to do it?" "Yes." "How?" "I was suppose to fuck you and afterwards, strangle you. Easier to place the blame on a jilted lover and draws attention from the grieving widow." "All because he doesn't want me to have his money." she laughed bitterly, "Funny thing is, that prenuptial clause cuts both ways. He cheats, he loses half of everything that he has." "He knows that, that's why he wants you dead. If proved that both of you cheated, then the agreement is null and void, leaving the judge to decided everything." Tony quickly said, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. Frank never told him that Carrie could be the cold and calculating, let alone armed and apparently dangerous. "Listen Carrie, the house is wired, he doesn't know. You can let me go, I already got the money, I can disappear and never bother you again. You'll have your proof of him cheating and no one has to get hurt." Carrie scarcely heard a word Tony said. She was swimming in that familiar pool of rage that had gotten her into so much trouble as a child. Images of her setting the house on fire, with her dad's mistress trapped inside flashed in her mind. Acquitted, besides who would have convicted a seven year old for playing with matches. Although she was in therapy for years, the rage never left her.... "Oh Tony, we are going to have so much fun..." ****** "Oh Frank you have decorated the house beautifully." Trish cooed. "Oh my dear, I can't take the credit for that. That would have to go to Carol. Chalk it up to one of those rare moments of maturity and taste that she has." he laughed as he poured her a glass of white wine. "Oh you are such a naughty boy Frank. Getting me all drunk so you can take advantage of me." she laughed, mockingly wagging her finger at him. Frank watched the blonde trophy wife of his best friend Alan. He knew from the moment he met Trish that he was going to fuck her. He had fucked every girl Alan every dated and never felt a moment of remorse. He knew something about Alan that even his dear Trish didn't know. Alan was bisexual, but preferred to screw young boys. He knew because he had caught Alan once in the act with a young delivery boy. Alan promised to let Frank have the women in his life in exchange for his silence. But Trish was the only problem, see Alan loved Trish, but slowly but surely was growing to hate both Trish and Frank. "Frank darling what are you thinking about?" Trish asked, slowly stripping off her expensive clothes, snapping Frank back into reality. "Nothing that fucking that sweet body of yours won't make me forget," he said, grabbing her by her slim waist, pulling her down on his raging hard-on. "Ooohhhh Frank...I simply adore it when you use dirty words...."she moaned feeling her pussy stretch to accommodated his width. "Shut up bitch and ride my cock!" he hissed, grabbing her hair, yanking her head back. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted, "Talk dirty to me!" "You're my white cock slut, aren't you, you dirty whore?" "Oh my goodness! Yes! Yes! I'm your dirty whore! Your white slut!" Frank pounded inside her cunt for a few more minutes before throwing her off his lap. Grabbing her hair, he jerked his cock in her face, smacking her cheeks with his member, wiping her juices on her face. "Here it comes you dirty white whore!!" Frank yelled, spraying her face with his cum. ***** Carrie clicked the monitor off, turning around looking at Tony. "See I have both their asses now. Frank loses and Trish loses too. Her husband will get a copy of this and then he'll divorce her ass too. So all things considered, I win." "Yes Carrie you win. So can you please let me go? I'm begging you Carrie not to do this!" The sound of his begging echoed through her mind. 'Please Carrie, put the matches down. I won't tell your daddy. Please Carrie, be a good girl. I'm begging you!' She saw that image again in her minds eye of when she threw the match that started the fire, killing her dad's whore. "You think it's over? You think you can do this and just get away with it don't you? Don't you?" she screamed, "You're just like that bitch Esmeralda, aren't you? You think you can just come between me and my daddy, I mean Frank. But I got news for you, ain't happen then and it ain't gonna happen now!" Tony stared at her, listening to her as she rambled on and on about someone named Esmeralda, confusing her father with Frank. Tony wondered if Frank knew his wife was this unstable. "Carrie listen to me. I won't tell your dad that you did this. I'll tell him you were a good girl." he said, picking up on her ramblings of being daddy's good girl. "You'll do what?" she asked, "You're gonna tell my daddy that I was a good girl?" she asked, her voice lapsing into a childish tone. "Yes, you're a good girl. Now be a good girl and untie me." "No. Not yet." her voice returning to normal, "See, you were paid to fuck me and you're gonna fuck me now." Tony was absolutely bewildered. One moment she was lost in childhood memories, speaking as if she was still a child, the next she's talking like her usual self, wanting to have sex. Carrie placed the gun on the table, walking over towards him, slowly stripping off her dress. She was completely nude underneath and despite what she had done and her mental state, Tony couldn't help to be aroused by her. Her smooth brown sugar breasts stood proudly, capped with deep brown nipples, her smooth belly decorated with a thin gold chain, her neatly trimmed bush of soft black curls, glistening with arousal as her deliciously pink labia peeping through. "Do you want me Tony?" she asked, her voice thick with desire as her hands slowly moved up her body, cupping her breasts. "Do you want to sample all that I have to offer? All this things that Frank has neglected? C'mon Tony, don't you want to fuck me?" Tony looked at her, refusing to speak, for he knew his mouth would betray him. Looking down, he knew his body already had. Noticing the growing bulge, she didn't need him to say anything. She knelt down, unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock. "Very nice Tony." she purred, straddling his cock, brushing her wet curls teasingly against the head, making him suck the air between his clenched teeth. Slowly she slid down his turgid cock, inching it inside her starved cunt. Tony moaned as her tight pussy clutched his cock. Turning his head, he captured her nipples between his teeth, sucking and licking growing buds. Feeling his teeth against her sensitive nipples, she increased the tempo of her strokes. Selfishly, she rode him, intent on her own pleasure. Before she knew it, she was climaxing on his cock, riding the waves hard, hurrying the pleasure coursing through her body. She felt his cock swell inside her throbbing pussy. Quickly she rose up off his cock, leaving it swaying in the wind. "Oh fuck! Carrie I'm right there! Finish what you started!" he groaned, feeling his come burning inside his balls, begging for release. 'Finish what you started, Carrie.' Finish what you started...' Her mother's voice whispered in her ear. Turing around, she picked up the gun, aiming it at his head. "C-Carrie what are you doing??" he cried as she cocked the gun. "Yes Mother." she whispered, her eyes glazed over as she pulled the trigger. Tony's head snapped back, his eyes frozen in horror as the bullet blew the back of his head out. Carrie looked at him, not really seeing the bloody mess. Seeing the flames lick at Esmeralda's alcohol soaked body. No one ever knew that Carrie's mother had poured bottle after bottle of Vodka on her, as she begged for her life. 'Finish what you started, Carrie.' her mother instructed, handing her the matches.... Carrie giggled as she watched semen dribble out of his deflating cock. "I guess what they say is true. Death is the ultimate orgasm. What do you think, Tony?" she laughed, staring into his dilated pupils. Gathering up her things and a few items, she left the house, blowing a sweet kiss to Tony. Getting in her car, turning the radio, she drove back home.... "Oh Frank darling...Carrie is coming home!" she sang.... ~Fin~ Look out for the final chapter...And I apologize for the delay... Don't forget to vote and feedback is greatly appreciated and will be answered by yours truly *smiles*