0 comments/ 78831 views/ 2 favorites A Sweet Revenge By: English Bob Let me introduce myself. My name is Adam. I'm 29, and have been working the City stock markets as a dealer for the last six years. People say that I am arrogant, but to be successful at what I do, one has to have a very forceful personality. I met my wife Christine, or Chris for short, at a works party three years ago. The moment I saw her tall, athletic figure with her long flowing blonde hair, I just knew I had to have her. I usually get what I want, and a few short months later we were married. Chris also has a very stubborn streak, and our inevitable arguments were of a very explosive nature. As I sit here now, thinking back to the events of last night, I can hardly remember how the argument started. Let me see if I can recall some of the details...... It all began last Friday evening as I arrived home from work. As usual, I had stopped off at a local bar in the city for a few drinks with some colleagues, before braving the commuter ride home on the train. As I entered my house, I could smell the aroma of home cooking and knew immediately that Chris had been trying out a new recipe. As the meal progressed, assisted by a couple of classes of good claret we talked casually about our respective days. "By the way." I said casually. "We are going to a party tomorrow night. Clive at the office is having a whole bunch of us over to watch the match on cable." "What? You didn't say anything. I had plans for tomorrow!" "Well you will just have to cancel them. Everyone will be there, and so will we!" The argument continued late into the evening and into the following morning. As I have said, I usually get my way, and by lunchtime Chris had reluctantly agreed to go to the party. For the whole of the afternoon, she point blank refused to speak to me, ignoring any of my half hearted attempts at reconciliation. By 7pm we were both showered and changed and heading for Clive's house in the country. Chris had mellowed a little, but was still obviously extremely angry with me. What the hell! I thought, I could just watch the match while she sulked! Clive's house was very palatial, and with fifteen bedrooms, was a veritable mansion. He worked with me on the exchange, but didn't need to do it for the cash. His parents were probably two of the wealthiest landowners in the country. As I pulled my Mazda Sport into the long driveway, the tyres crunched gratifyingly on the immaculately swept gravel. We were greeted by Clive at the door, and shown into a massive study with a large TV screen that had been set up especially for the big game. With drink in hand, I joined six other guys as we settled back and waited for the game to start. Chris had gone off somewhere in search of one of the many bathrooms, Fine, I thought, If she's going to ignore me, then I'll ignore her! As the game started, a crowd of about ten guys were now watching the screen. I was surprised that there did not appear to be many women here. As far as I could tell, Chris was the only girl who had turned up, and now she was nowhere to be seen. As the game halted for the half-time interval, we all freshened our drinks. I now only counted eight of us in the room. Strange, I thought, I didn't remember seeing anyone leave. I still had not seen my wife since we arrived, and now felt a need to find a bathroom myself. "Clive. I need a piss. Where's the nearest can?" "There's one just along the hall on the first floor, old chap! I'm sure you'll find it eventually." Replied Clive with a grin. Great! I thought sarcastically, You need a fucking taxi to find the john in this place! I climbed the ornate staircase to the next floor and began checking rooms trying to find the bathroom. This place was a maze, there were doors everywhere! As Clive suggested, I eventually did find a bathroom and relieved myself with a certain satisfaction. Checking myself out in the full length mirror before I left, I exited the bathroom. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, because I suddenly found myself in a long corridor that was unfamiliar to me. I stopped and tried to listen, hoping to hear the noise from the TV downstairs so that I could follow the sounds. Damn! I thought. Nothing! I kept listening, and then suddenly picked up the faint sounds of a voice. I followed the sounds as they led me along the corridor. I could see a wooden door at the end that was slightly ajar, and assumed that the sounds were coming from within. Tapping lightly on the oak panel of the door, I let myself in without waiting for a reply. If I had waited, then perhaps my mind would not be the turmoil of thoughts that it is now. As I entered the room, my mind clouded my eyes with a red mist, not allowing me to register the scene before me. As the mist eventually cleared, my jaw dropped and my mind did cartwheels, my eyes standing out on stalks. The room was unlit, but the moon cast an eerie half light over the whole interior. In the gloom, I could quite clearly make out my wife, Chris sitting on a large mahogany desk. This was not as surprising as what she was doing, and I looked on in astonishment as I watched a large erect penis being forced in and out of her pretty mouth. My vocal chords had almost deserted me as I managed to choke out a strangled protest. "Wh...wh...what the FUCK!" I soon realised that my wife and what I thought was her assailant, were not the only people in the room. Everything blurred as I felt a meaty fist being slammed into my chest. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was waking up in a straight backed chair with my hands and wrists bound to the frame and a gag in my mouth. I tried to wrench myself free and shout at the three guys that I now saw in front of me, but quickly realised that it was an exercise in futility. They had bound me extremely well with no chance of escape. I cannot have been out for long, because my wife was still sitting atop the desk and was now looking at me. "Don't worry Adam." she said to me. "I'm not being raped. I'm just getting a little pay-back for all those time you ignored me and rode rough shod over my feelings. You have to realise that you are not the only person in the world and that everything does not necessarily revolve around you! Before you dragged me here, I was supposed to go out with my girlfriends and cruise the bars downtown, you know, a girls night out! I just though that I'd find a little action here instead, and as you are now here to watch the proceedings, it just makes the night even better!" I tried in vain to scream at her through the gag, but what came out was little more than a strangled gurgle, as I was slapped hard across the face and ordered to be quiet. I could taste my own blood as it trickled down onto the gag and was shocked into silence. I looked at Chris, the anger stirring inside me. I remembered the sight of her sucking on the hard cock before I was knocked out. She must have completed her task, because I could see traces of semen sticking to her lips. "Right." She said in a business like tone. "Who's next?" She didn't need to ask twice as a tall athletic looking man walked towards her lowering his jeans and underwear as he went. As Chris began to bend her head down towards his engorged penis, he stopped her. "No baby. As your old man's here to watch, I'm gonna give it to you in your pussy!" His mind obviously made up, I looked on helplessly as he pulled my wife's short black skirt up around her waist. I saw his cock visibly swell further as her pale thighs, framed by black stockings and garter belt, came into view. Sliding his hands under her butt, she lifted herself up slightly to allow him to roll her matching silk panties down her long slender legs. "Mmmm." the guy murmured as her pussy was exposed. "I just love shaved cunt! Spread those legs for me honey, I'm gonna fuck you deep and hard!" To my astonishment, Chris did exactly what she was told and opened her long legs as far as she could, the heels of her stiletto shoes making small scratches on the otherwise pristine desk. With his hands still under her bottom, he slid her over the desk towards him and positioned his cock at the entrance to her sweet, shaved vagina. God, how long had it been since I'd made love to my own wife?, I thought with dismay. I did not even know that she had shaved herself down there! Chris had put her hands on her knees and was stretching herself open even more for her lusty invader, as he proceeded to run his long hard erection up and down her smooth slit. Small moans of pleasure were escaping both of their lips, as with a grunt, he forced his tool deep into her pussy. My wife's moans now turned to screams of passion as the man began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight tunnel. It appeared that the blowjob that she had given earlier had excited her greatly. She seemed wet enough for this large cock to pump in and out of her hole with reckless abandon without any discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, the way that her head was back and her breathing coming in short ragged gasps, led me to conclude that she was having the time of her life and was quickly approaching orgasm. There was no finesse to this virtual assault, no tenderness, no loving warmth, just pure animal lust. I watched as the man pounded his tool faster and faster, my wife bucking her hips forward to meet his thrusts, seemingly attempting to get even more of his swollen cock inside her. The brutal fuck lasted for only a few more seconds, as with a deep groan from him and a high-pitched scream from Chris, they both came together. The man's two friends who were also watching, cheered him on as he pulled his thick meat from my wife's swollen pussy and discharged a huge torrent of semen over her smooth mound and lower belly. His bursts seemed to last for a full minute, as, eventually, he tucked his softening cock into his pants and stepped back. Chris was still shaking after her own orgasm had rocked her body, as one of the others, a smaller, stocky man, stripped of his clothes and walked towards her. I was acutely aware of my own erection now as it strained against my jeans. I could hardly believe that I was becoming excited. Here was my wife, getting fucked by all three strangers, and I was getting a hard-on! As the stocky guy approached her, Chris was furiously pooling up the previous man's semen with her fingers and licking it greedily off with her tongue. Picking her up from the desk in strong, muscular arms, he stood her on the floor and with his hands on her shoulders, gently, but firmly pushed her to her knees in front of him. "Now, suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered "Don't worry, watching Roger fuck your sweet little cunt has got me hotter than hell.....this won't take long!" If the previous assault on my wife's pussy had been less than gentle, then this was positively rough. His hands went immediately into the long tresses of her curly blonde hair and pulled backwards causing her head to tilt. Like an obedient slut, she remained in her kneeling position at his feet, and opened her mouth wide to accept his thick and swollen cock head. He had no intention of letting her suck him to a nice orgasm, but rather began to force his cock in and out of her mouth while tightly gripping her hair. Fortunately, for my wife, his tool was not too long but thick around the girth. As he began to thrust into her mouth he turned to me. "Ahhhh...I bet you didn't know your wife was such a cum-slut did you?....look at her now with a face full of my cock....mmmmmmmm.......I'm gonna fuck her mouth til I cum down her throat." Then turning to Chris he continued with his verbal abuse. "Come on slut! Take me deep.....ooohhhh yes......mmmmmmm.......want my cum in your throat?.....do you?....yes?" Chris was in no position to either confirm or deny her feeling regarding his cum, as she struggled to accept his tool into her throat. "Well your gonna get it..want it or not!.......ohhhhhh.....I can feel your throat contract around my prick...gonna cum...yes...yes..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" I watched his butt twitch and his legs buckle as he came. Chris was greedily attempting to keep time with his ejaculating member, and was swallowing all she could. With a cry of satisfaction He pulled his cock clear of her mouth, a long tendril of semen still joining his cock head to her lips. If I was to think that my and Christine's ordeal was over now, I could not have been more wrong. I heard noises at the door and looked up to see four more guys standing there, about to enter the room. "The game's over now." I heard one of them say as they all began to drift in. "We thought we would join in the fun up here!" No, the evening was far from over! During the next four hours, Chris was fucked my all ten guys at the party. She took them in her mouth, in her pussy and in her asshole. At one point she was being taken in both ass and cunt as she sucked another cock deep into her mouth at the same time. Her large tits were fucked repeatedly and she even had one guy cumming between her toes. All I could do was sit and watch, the taste of my own blood on the gag, and a raging erection in my jeans. So, as I sit here now a day later, trying to make sense of it all, I can't help but wonder; can I persuade her to do it again? - The End - * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!!! A Sweet Revenge Part One - Step Mother Chapter 1 "Courier please," Krishna heard the voice followed by the knocking on his door. Reluctantly he heaved himself up from the couch and opened the door to take the courier. It was a letter, a little bulky. He looked at the sender's address and frowned. It said "Priya" and the place was his native village. He did not know anyone in his native village by that name. Closing the door thoughtfully he returned to the couch and opened the letter and poured out the contents. Two photographs and a letter fell on his lap. Curious, he took the photos first and looked at them. Both were women, one was a little older than the other, sisters? He wondered. He then took the older looking woman's photo and gazed at it intently. She looked in her mid twenties and had a charming face. Her body was not shapely but neither fat or slim. She was about 5'7" tall and looked majestic in a plain polyester saree. The saree was semi transparent and the fall was so arranged on her chest that the beautiful shape of her full firm breasts showed on the side clearly. The gap between her blouse and saree at the hips showed her flat stomach to advantage with the naval winking at him. Her legs were long and ass cheeks round. Krishna felt a stirring in his groins and knew he was getting a hard on. The woman was sexy and was plainly showing it off in the photo. He licked his lips and took the other photo. The woman in this photo looked a duplicate of the other with the big difference of being very slim and shapely. She had the same facial features like the older woman but looked like a teenager in spite of the full firm breasts that stood out against the churidhar she wore. The churidhar completely covered her from neck to feet but showed off the shape of her beautiful curves and Krishna realized he had a ragging hard on. Still wondering who this may be, he took the letter and opened it. Holding the letter in one hand he took his cock in his other hand and began to stroke it but stopped when he read the greeting in the letter. "Dear Brother," it began and Krishna was stunned as he did not have any sisters. Suddenly suspicious he looked at the cover and the address but his name and correct address stared back at him. Confused, he began to read the letter. "We have never met as yet but I am Priya, your sister, step sister to be precise. As you know our father married my mother when you were only three years of age and I was born the next year. Ever since I was old enough and knew about your existence, I had begged father to get us acquainted but he said that you are under your uncle's care and that your uncle will never allow you to meet me or my mother. You may wonder why I am writing this letter and how I got your address. Father died last month and I don't know if you knew he had been drinking a lot for the past several years and was also sick very often. From the time I was old enough to know I saw him only as a ruthless man who never treated mother or me right. He was always harsh and often violent. At least as long as he lived he provided for us and also gave me a decent education. I have just finished my B A degree in Economics. After his death we found out that he has not only mortgaged our house but had also taken loans from many other people in the village. The men who had loaned money to father stripped us of all our possessions once he was dead and even our house is taken over by the man who had taken mortgage of the house. So we literally came to the streets. Mother's family is struggling themselves and is not willing to help us now. Other than mother's family we could only think of you as a possible refuge but mother felt that you will not have us. I convinced her that we will try our luck with you before we decided to do anything else. When I approached your uncle for your address, he was indifferent at first but when I begged him explaining we had no one else to go to, he finally gave your address reluctantly. Tomorrow night I and mother are getting the train for Mumbai and will reach there on Sunday morning at about 11 A M. I am sending our photographs so that you will recognize us in the railway station. We will wait for you near the information counter. Dear brother, we have no one else to go to and we are coming to you as our last and only refuge. I sincerely hope that you will accept us on humanitarian grounds even if not for the relationship. On our part we promise to be good to you and try not to be a burden. With love and hopes Your sister "Priya" Krishna read the letter two more times before the full truth sank in him. He did not remember his father at all as he was brought up by his uncle from the age of three and had never once met him after he was old enough to know. So his death meant nothing to him but his step mother and step sister coming to live with him was making him uncomfortable. The girl said they will arrive on Sunday which meant the next day and he had no time to even make up his mind or stop them coming. He probably would not have looked at the photos with lust if he had known in advance who they really were. But now he had looked at them with lust and even now the thought of them aroused his cock to full attention. For a long time he sat in the couch and thought the matter over but could not make up his mind. He was angry with his uncle for giving his address and decided to have a word with him first. So he called his uncle from his cell phone. "Hello," His uncle's sleepy voice answered him. "Uncle it is me, Krishna, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Krishna shouted. "Those bitches already arrived or contacted you?" he chuckled heartily. "Good lord uncle they are arriving tomorrow and I just got their letter," "Well what are you going to do?" His uncle sounded amused. "Why, I will get them return tickets and put them in the next available train back, of course," Krishna shouted back angrily. "You poor fool, don't you realize this is the god send opportunity for you to revenge your father?" "Revenge my father? Why and how do you mean?" "You ask why you damned fool, because he did not take care for you after your mother died and haven't I repeatedly told you how horribly he treated your mother when she was alive?" There was anger in his uncle's voice. "But uncle these people seem to depend on me and how can I hurt them when they are so down and out?" "I am not asking you to hurt them you fool, all I am saying is take revenge on your father using them," "But how uncle," Krishna was bewildered. "Imagine how your father would feel if married to your own sister and also sleeping with your step mother?" His uncle laughed fanatically. "Uncle, what are you saying?" "Listen you fool, this is the opportunity I have been waiting for to avenge my sister, your mother," Krishna did not answer. "Tomorrow meet them in the station and take them home and see that they are properly settled in your house," "And then?" "Then take your step mother to bed and convince her, the only way out for them is for you to marry your step sister," "Take my step mother to bed, you mean......," "Yes, that is exactly what I mean boy, make her your woman first and then convince her to give her daughter to you in marriage," "Good lord uncle, is this possible, is this right?" "Every thing is possible my boy and nothing is wrong as long as we don't think so," "What if they won't play ball?" "Believe me my boy, they will," "What if they won't," Krishna now pleaded almost. "Then send them back but I tell you boy they will be more than willing and now sit back and think up a plan for tomorrow," without waiting for his reply his uncle disconnected the phone. Frustrated and at the same time excited, Krishna sat back and began to think. Both his step mother and sister were beautiful and sexy. He was attracted to both of them and he knew he would take them both under other circumstances. But their relationship nagged his mind and he was reluctant. He did not remember his father or his mother and so he really had no feelings for either of them one way or the other. But all these past twenty years his uncle had tried to poison his mind against his father. Krishna was only amused by his fanatic uncle and his ranting about his father but he was willing to let it go simply because he realized his uncle was reacting out of his love for his mother who was his own sister. He now thought of these two beautiful women who are coming, seeking refuge with him. He was turned on by them both and only their relationship to him stood between them and his desire for them. But his uncle did not seem to mind the relationship and he set store by his uncle as he was the one who brought him up and had been his only guide. He wondered what it would be like to marry his own step sister and also have his step mother as his lover. The thought itself was arousing and he finally decided he will try his uncle's plan anyway. The decision made he went to bed and slept fitfully. Chapter 2 Krishna was up and ready to go to the station in the next morning and then stopped before the full size mirror and looked at himself. At twenty-four he stood 6'1" with broad shoulders and hard muscles strained against his shirt. While he was not athletic looking, he still looked fit. He was a big man and had charming looks which had helped him in his career and made women sigh seeing him. At seventeen just after finishing school he had come to Mumbai and had already well settled in his career. He worked for a marketing company and made lots of money on the side as well. The small single bedroom apartment he had purchased two years ago and had already fully paid for it. Apartments are expensive in Mumbai and he was proud of owning one himself. On the way to the station he suddenly remembered he had grossly misjudged the age of both his step mother and sister. His sister wrote that she had just finished B A which meant she is at least twenty. He tried to remember his step mother's age when she married his father. It was his uncle's angry and furious words that came to mind. "Your father has married a young girl of fourteen, that too within a month of your mother's sad death," he had fumed. That would make her about thirty-five now he thought. His thoughts were broken when he reached the station. He had no difficulty finding the two women, having seen their photos and with a formal greeting, he took them out of the station and back home in a taxi cab. He was carefully silent during the journey, mindful of the taxi driver and when they reached home he told them to make themselves at home and went on to prepare lunch. He waited for them to finish their bath and come for lunch and during the lunch he started to give them his instructions. His instructions were really a feeler to know how far they will play ball. "Look Deepa, I will be introducing you to people here as my sister and you will play along, do you understand?" He looked at his step mother as he said this. "Yes, whatever you say Krishna," She looked surprised but answered eagerly enough. When he looked at Priya his step sister, he found her blushing and smiled. He realized Priya had understood the implications; if her mother is his sister then she, Priya will become the rightful wife to be for him as per their traditions. Krishna understood it was this realization that made her blush. Satisfied he has made progress he was content and did not talk. They also were quiet, may be because of the surprise his instruction had given them. Since they had only a small wardrobe, he took them shopping in the evening and bought them a few sets of dresses including under garments. He let them choose their dress and told them not to worry about money, so they bought the best. Here and there he made some discreet suggestions on their selection just to show them the kind of dresses he preferred. They seemed to understand and the dresses they had bought were sexy and fashionable too. Returning home he gave them time to try the dresses on and went out. Once out side he tried to think of ways he could seduce his step mother. Already they seemed comfortable and all he needed was some privacy with his step mother to seduce her. The only bedroom, he had already given them to use and he will have to sleep in the small hall which made privacy a difficult thing to accomplish. The presence of these two beautiful women was working on him and he was in a hurry to have them in his bed. But he could not think up a feasible plan to get his step mother, Deepa alone with him and finally deciding to play the cards as they fell, he returned home. They were sitting on the couch in the hall watching TV and got up when he entered. He saw that they were wearing one of the new night gowns they had purchased earlier in the evening. While they were not too provocative, they still clung to their body and showed off their curves. He told them to go on with the TV watching and began to undress. As he stripped his shirt and stood in his bare chest, through the corner of his eyes he found them looking at him. He proceeded to take of his pants as well and then stood a minute in his brief before changing in to a lungi, giving them ample opportunity to see what he looked like. He then went to the bath room to prepare for bed. When he returned they had already made his bed on the couch and were waiting for him. "If you want to watch T V go on, I am not in a hurry to sleep," he told them. "I think I will go to bed," Deepa said looking at him. Priya also said goodnight and followed her mother into the bedroom. He sighed and fell on the couch unsure if he could proceed with the plan. He was not feeling sleepy so he tried to watch T V so that he could keep them out of his mind. He did not have much experience with women, since he had been too busy building a career for him. The few times he had sex were with older women he met in the line of duty and through whom he had bettered his career. While they were not great sex experiences, they taught him the rudiments of sex and he now had a good idea how to please a woman and hold them charmed. He turned at the sound of the bedroom door open and saw Deepa come out. She smiled at him and proceeded towards the kitchen closing the bedroom door behind her. For a minute Krishna lay there in the couch wondering and then got up and followed Deepa to the kitchen. He leaned against the door post and watched as she took a glass of water and drained it. Then she began to fill a canteen with water. He watched her round ass cheeks outlined against the night gown and felt his cock getting hard. Having finished filling the canteen she turned and then stopped in her tracks when she saw him blocking the door way staring at her. He was not really blocking the door but his big size almost filled the door way and gave her that impression. She blushed at his stare and bowed her head down unable to bear his piercing look. The kitchen was small and she only had to take two steps to reach him. She did not move but shuffled her feet standing there undecided. Already turned on by her, her shy stance intoxicated him and Krishna became bold and uncaring. He took a long step and stood before her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked up into his eyes, saw the raw lust in them and blushing furiously looked down again. He began to squeeze her shoulders lightly, staring at her heaving breasts. The low neck gave him enough leeway to look at her cleavage and it was enough to madden him with lust. Her skin felt soft and glowed in the light and he pulled her to him. She did not resist but came into his arms lamely and he held her close to him feeling her breasts pressed against his massive chest and looked deep into her bewildered eyes. "Krishna...," she began but he closed her mouth with his, kissing her passionately. For a minute there she did not respond but when his tongue pried her lips open, she opened them, letting his tongue into her mouth. As his tongue danced inside her mouth she relaxed and responded to his kiss by letting her own tongue dance against his. Leaving the canteen on the kitchen table her hands went around his neck and they kissed long and hard. When he broke the kiss, she turned her face away more in shame than anger or fear. His hands caressed her back and he now placed his lips on her neck, lightly kissing the sensitive skin and then licked her skin to taste her. She moaned and pulled his face closer enjoying his ministration on her neck. Krishna lifted his face and looked at her and asked," Priya sleeping?" "Yes," she whispered looking at him shyly still unsure of his intentions. "Let us go to the hall," He said and without waiting for her answer lifted her off her feet and carried her to the hall switching off the kitchen light as he passed the door. Once in the hall he sat down on the couch and set her down on his lap. With one hand around her waist, he touched her naked skin just above her neckline with his fingers and traced the hem of her dress slowly looking into her eyes all the time. She closed her eyes at his tender touch and he cupped one of her breasts over her night gown. At this she moaned and her hands went around his neck trying to hold on to him. Her breast felt naked under the gown and he slowly unzipped her gown and then opened it to expose her white breasts. He took her left breast in his mouth and tweaked her right breast with his right hand kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple. As he sucked her nipple and his fingers pinched her other nipple, her moans became louder and she wriggled on his lap. With his free hand he pushed her gown down her shoulders stripping her naked to the waist. As his hand caressed and massaged her back, she pulled his face closer to her forcing him to take more of her breast into his mouth. His right hand moved down to feel her flat stomach and she pressed her lips to his shoulder, kissing his shoulder and licking his naked skin. When his right hand slipped down between her legs, she opened her legs wide giving him access to her privacy. He cupped her mound and then moved his palm down to cover her cunt and then pressed lightly feeling her swollen lips and the wetness oozing out of her cunt. Without taking his hand off or his mouth from her breast he stood up so her gown slid down her and he also stripped his lungi so that both were stark naked. He was strong enough to hold her in that position but her weight weighing down on his palm gave more contact with her cunt and his palm pressed against her cunt lips made her all tingly. She giggled and Krishna sat her down on his lap once again but this time facing him with her legs on either side of him and looked at her curiously. It was obvious she was more relaxed now and the uncertainty was gone from her eyes. He saw primal lust dancing in her eyes and it pleased him. Her hands were still around his neck and she pushed her hips closer to him so that his cock was between them pressing against her stomach. She pulled his face and kissed his lips and sensuously licked his lips with her tongue. Her hands massaging his strong back. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulling her closer still against him kneaded her ass cheeks. As she lifted her face to look at him, he saw the wanton lust in her eyes and knew he had her where he wanted. "You are beautiful Babe, make a man want to eat you alive," he said. "You are a dream come true for a woman Krishna," she whispered in his ear, licking the back of his ear lobe. He was enjoying the feel of her naked flesh against him and now teased her nipples with his tongue and then licked the whole of her breast slowly, making her press her breasts against his questing tongue. She now put her hands between them and took his cock in her hands tenderly caressing them and looked at him with pleading eyes. A Sweet Revenge "How could you do that?" I yell at him. Anger seems like a kind word to describe how I feel. Furious perhaps. "How could I do what? Why do you insist on arguing about everything?" He yells back, behind me. I turn around, my body shaking with all the pent up anger "you have lost your goddamn mind!" I speak up right on his face. "Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" I want to slap him, I've never had an urge to slap anyone before. "I'm delusional? Great. Just Fu..." as I throw my hands up in the air, rolling my eyes, he pushes me hard against the door and my back hits it with a slight thud. Before I protest and make him feel sorry for that move, his lips are on mine. Claiming, stalking, possessing. I place my hands on his shirt, ready to yank him off but instead I pull him towards me, as he deepens the kiss, tongue probing and consuming. I moan at the sudden assault and his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body flush against his. I feel his desire, growing and burning like a fire. My fingers find way into his hair as I pull at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust ruling over me. "Ah..." he groans into my mouth breaking the kiss as one of his hands grazes over my backside, cupping me. His other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze and pulls me forward until our lips meet again. There is nothing delicate about this. About his hold on me, about the way I want to ravage him. It's never been this way before. His hand moves lower, lower and he roughly palms my breast through my blouse. I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch as i feel my need as strong as his. "Do you know how mad you make me?" he hisses stepping away an inch so that he can look at my face and I, him. His eyes are so alive, so brazen. "Show me" I say with my chin high and the next instant I find my front pressed against the door with my hands at my back, held constraint by his. He pulls me back, giving just enough space for his hand to fit in between the door and me. i revel in anticipation of his touch. But what I don't anticipate is my blouse being ripped, torn in half in between. I'm too shocked to even react as he yanks my jeans down next and in the process he lets my hands go. It gives me leverage to push myself against the door and turn around. "Not so soon" he dismisses me off when I try to do the same. i wriggle helpless against the door as my panties are the next ones to be ripped. After I'm left standing with only my bra I feel the one thing i missed in the last 30 seconds of undressing me. The warmth of his body behind me. i push up towards him , teasing him. And he spanks me. Spanks me!' "Ah..." I breathe out in the strange sensation of pain and desire. He spanks me again, on the other cheek. He nips at my ear, whispering "do you really want me to show you?" I thought he already was. His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra , pooling my breasts into his warm hands. He holds them for a movement, as if weighing them. i can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection. He tugs on my nipple. Once. Twice. Thrice. Until I'm sure i might combust from this feeling alone. i shut my legs tight as he shifts tugging and squeezing between my breasts. Back and forth. he wants me to plead and i might if I'm not so wound up against him , if I hadn't resolved for making myself hold up my end. He is torturing me on purpose taking his revenge. i grind back against , letting him know my purpose and the welcome scrap of his jeans against my bare skin feels amazing. He stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him. Without putting much distance between us, his right hand on my hip leaves me and i hear the tell-tale sound of his belt buckle being undone and the heavy drop of his jeans onto the floor. His left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault and his right spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between my legs that's pooling with moisture. He groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside. There is no slow touching, no gentle petting as his fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there. i cry out helplessly , my head thrashing back on his shoulder. i feel his eyes on me , all the time . Taking their fill. And so soon, within a span of a minute or so...I'm on the brink. My body tightens, ready for that last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving. i know this game , but that doesn't mean it makes me any less resilient with it. It only means more frustration and anger. i open my eyes , still in a trance to see him smirking down at me. That pure masculine, smug smile. The next second, his fingers retrieve where they left off so abruptly... "Oh god" I moan biting my lip and holding in my pleasure. Because I don't want him to know, I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me. Although humourlessly it is very apparent. He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier. "This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. This is how I feel every time you argue with me" I breathe heavily into the door, processing his words. So ardent, so raw. "now, for my reward.." he says , spreading my legs wider with his knee and pulling me back a few inches so that I'm not entirely standing neither am I completely bent over. But just exactly at his mercy. I hold onto the door, bracing myself. He pushes in one long, hard thrust, seething himself deep inside me. My grip on the door tightens as some incoherent sounds escapes me. "Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on baby!" he states, in a low strangled voice. He pulls back, holding my hips as leverage and surges forward in a nanosecond. He keeps up the pace, the rhythm. Every thrust harder and deeper than the previous leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body. The door starts to rattle with the brute force of him, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss. I can hear his sounds, so distinct and pleasurable with his every movement, making me sprint towards the finish line rather than walk. He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a start contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it. His fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving marks no doubt. He thrusts two more times be falls onto me heavily. spilling and stilling. His hand wrapped around my midriff and his nose breathing heavily in my hair as we both try to regain our lost breaths. I have completely lost my grip on the door. His hand on me and the other on the door are the only thing holding me up from slumping onto the floor. Soft, feather-like kisses turn to possessive ones as I shift around in his embrace, facing him and hooking my arms around his neck. Leaning forward, he bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap around his slim hips. Wordlessly I move against the feel of him and he eyes light up, going from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent. i smile sheepishly at him , marvelling in the fact that if not a lot , i still hold that little of a control on him. "You're going to be the death of me" he states walking forward and with every step he takes, a little of the excitement rubs up on me. Pun completely intended. Even as I kiss him, not willing to accept that this is the part where we cuddle for a while and sleep, I find myself softly being landed on bed with my man hovering on top of me. he kisses my forehead , my eyes , my nose , my cheeks , my lips , my chin. But the journey of his lips doesn't stop there. It goes forward, or rather southward. kissing the exact spot I can feel my pulse ,licking, nipping and sucking on my breasts , dipping his tongue into my navel and swirling it , my pubic bones and upper thighs , my knees , calves , ankles and at last biting on my toe to finish it off. It sends off a strange spark to all my senses and i writhe against the bed. Slowly taking my right leg, he places it on his shoulder and looks down at me. I've never been one to be shy or bashful in the bedroom with him because he never made me feel insecure, but when he's looking down at me so intimately. I can't help but try to pull my legs together which is impossible with the position I'm in. He looks into my eyes and the corners of his lips turn up, letting me know what he's going to do to me, with me. Looking every bit the devil he is, so smooth and sinful. How can I ever resist him? Bending down he kisses the top of my pubic hair pushing my other leg onto his shoulders too. Spreading me to his desire, his mouth moves a little downwards and he breathes heavily, closing his eyes and i watch his every movement carefully. "You smell wonderful. Of woman and sex and..." he trails off kissing the spot. "And..?" I choke out curious for his answer. "Me" he smiles lifting his head up to meet my eyes. He spends the next few minutes kissing, slightly grazing the surface, while I become frustrated, lifting my hips up to increase the pressure of his lips on me, digging my heels into his shoulders, letting him know what he must be doing. He smiles, thrusting the first two fingers of his right hand towards my mouth. "suck" he simply commands and i oblige, imagining that it's him that I'm sucking , imagining his taste on my tongue as he holds my chin angling me , pivoting his hips forward and forward using my mouth to come into, coating my throat with his fluid. He growls as I moan around his fingers and he pulls them away from my mouth despite my protests and he moves his now wet fingers in circles around my nipples and navel, leaving a wet trail behind before reaching their destination. His wet fingers pull my lips apart, his eyes inspecting me. "Do you want to see how wet you are?" he asks and before I answer, he pushes both his fingers knuckles deep into me and I feel myself clamp down around him. He pulls them out draws a line just above. His fingers trace the same path as earlier but backwards, circling my navel, my nipples and then pushing into my mouth. I taste myself on him, a mixture a salt and sweet with a trace of himself in it. Biting on his fingers I pull them deeper into my mouth holding my hand on his wrist, not letting him pull them back this time. "Baby, what are you doing?" he growls and I watch him rubbing against the edge of the bed. Spreading me again, his teeth bite down on me and I cry out. He pulls out his fingers from my mouth and starts cupping my right breast. His tongue comes out probing me open and licking the exact spot in precision. His hand becomes rougher as he squeezes my breast mercilessly and so does his tongue. With a deadly combination of his fingers, teeth and tongue. I come, arching against the bed and shouting his name. He climbs up, letting my legs off his shoulder and I see his lips shine with my arousal. He kisses my neck, my mouth and flips me around so that I'm on top of him. "Now it's your turn" he smiles. My turn to ride you? My turn to take my sweet revenge? Whatever it might be, I'm not letting go off this opportunity. I sit up on him, with my legs bent at his side. I rub up against his ripped abs, testing the waters. "Sweetheart, maybe you should move a little back" I smile. Oh, I know what I'm getting if a move a little back. I twist my neck, thrusting my breasts forward and hold him in my hand. He's hard and pulsing and I decide to take what I imagined earlier. I move my hands, slowly, as slowly as I can .up. Down. Pulling his skin along with it. Not seizing my movements, I turn to face him. I can see his veins straining. Eyes closed in bliss. "Faster" he commands but I don't follow. Turning around completely so that I can concentrate more on my hands of course I slow down even further. Just only mildly touching from the tip to the base. "I know what you're doing" he growls out, his hands now on my bottom. "And...?" "It's not going to work". "We'll see about that" I say and plant a kiss at the tip of him, and I nibble along the stretched skin. I take just his head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around. His sharp intake of breath can't be ignored even mistakably. I hold the base of him in my right hand and start placing small kisses on every inch of him. I lick a line with the peak of my tongue from the base to the tip. I can see him straining, getting bigger and harder by every second. Yeah, right. It won't work. His hands on my behind start going wayward when i take him completely in my mouth and start sucking. Hard. "Ah, that's it!" he breathes as I use both my hands and mouth for an efficient job. I can feel his hips meet moving upward, meeting my mouth for every thrust and I lean back, letting him go with a pop. He curses, still pushing him hips towards me. I lift myself up, holding him in one hand until his head is just a few inches away from me. "finally!" he breathes as I sink lower onto him , feeling myself being stretched delightfully and even as it kills me, i stop when he's only half-way inside me and pull him out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hear him. I use the tip of him to rub me on the spot I need so desperately. I moan at the feel of him. "Turn around. Fuck, I want to watch this" he says as I lift myself up and turn to face him again. instead of sitting on him , supported my weight on my knees I hold him and he holds my hips , his eyes transfixed on the spot I'm using him to get me off. i move him forward backward , tapping over and over. My own vibrator to play with. "Christ, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen" he growls, trying to lean forward. But I push him back into the mattress. Feeling powerful and utterly satisfied at the look on his face. "About what I said earlier..." he says through clenched teeth. "Yes?" I say throwing my head back in pleasure. "It's working" he admits and without any further ado, I sink onto him completely letting out a ragged breath. "Oh, yes. Fuck you almost killed me!" he says holding my hips and pivoting into me, sharp, hard strikes. "You're a blue-eyed goddess" he holds both my breasts, tweaking my nipple as I clench my eyes shut in exquisite feeling. A sudden orgasm hits me and i still my movements completely crying out, my entire body feeling like a thread snapped into two. He continues to pound unapologetically and a few moments later, he goes still under me, his nerves and muscles bulging and letting out a primal, animalistic sound. A sight to behold. I fall onto his chest, that's covered with droplets of sweat. I kiss it, feeling his heart beat under my ears. "Now I know why they call it sweet revenge," he says mirroring my thoughts as I drift off to sleep with him still inside me. A Sweet Revenge, Soon Regretted From our very first meeting, I was totally smitten with Lesley. She worked in a local baker’s shop. Her hair, when not hidden away beneath the starched cotton hat she was obliged to wear, was long, black and very wavy. It complimented her olive skin and almond eyes beautifully. She would always blush furiously when I entered, to the great amusement of her co-workers, who diligently refused to serve me. I would stand back and watch her slender, tanned body, tightly wrapped in a white bakers smock, move gracefully behind the counter. Attempting to hold her gaze as she repeatedly darted her eyes back to mine. Finally, that most exquisite moment would arrive: she would smile at me nervously. Her small, full lips hid the mischievousness betrayed by her eyes. Her lean, flour-dusted cheeks glowed a deep red with embarrassment. “What would you like?” Slowly and conscientiously completing my order, she quietly responded to my friendly and teasing comments as if we were the only two people in the shop. Her small, button-nose initially suggesting to me an innocent, vulnerable quality; although the intervening two years have proved she can be those things, but much, much more besides. As mild-mannered as a fairytale princess, or as bad-tempered as a tight sack full of Persian cats, her temperament matches her appearance: hot, sexy and very Mediterranean. A wonderfully petite five feet two, she retained the girlish frame of her teens, whilst adding the slender curves of a young woman. If walking naked around the house, she would gracefully raise herself onto her toes, accentuating the lithe firmness of her calves and thighs, her bottom perking upwards and outwards. Her breasts, a 34C, because of her slight-build look much, much larger. Full and heavy, firm and proudly upturned. The large, dark areola set unusually high with a slightly puffy appearance, giving her breasts a delicious fullness to the underbelly I find irresistible. Her bottom is small and firm, with cheeks that have a plumpish, fleshy quality, which I could never resist biting, or probing my hungry tongue between. She has always been, for me, perfect. And I always felt that I didn’t deserve her. Our two-year relationship was both passionate and tempestuous. Yet only one incident marred for both of us an otherwise perfect romance. Early in our dating, I had spent a night with a girl, following a drunken party with friends. My stupid, unforgivable act of infidelity was immediately discovered by Lesley, who angrily dumped me and promptly organised a holiday in Spain with her friends. I later discovered that she had slept with one of the hotel pool attendants. It evened-up the score, I guess. But I learned my lesson. After many nights of talking, and crying, we were soon back together again, and very much in love. Although we’d been abroad for holidays together before, our trip to the north Yorkshire coast would be special. It was our first holiday together as man and wife. We’d been married for two months now, but because of the cost of the wedding, couldn’t afford the exotic honeymoon we’d planned. She is only 18, I’m 22, and we both came from poor families, and so we agreed it could wait. But we did want some time alone together. So, having saved a modest sum, we decided a trip to the seaside was exactly what we wanted to celebrate our marriage. Our journey had started uneventfully enough, until I pulled over at a beauty spot in Derbyshire. We both loved sex and were, by now, pretty adventurous for our age, which often meant quick, frantic sex in public places. The place we stopped at was remote, with no one around for miles. Or so we thought. It wasn’t until Lesley was reclined on the bonnet of our car, her blouse open, breasts exposed, her jeans and pants around one ankle, and me thrusting frantically between her legs in hot pursuit of an orgasm, that we heard the Jaguar car pull alongside us. We lay there, totally still. A horrified glance passed between us, and we both looked towards the car. The solitary occupant, a ruddy-faced old man of around 60, was just staring blatantly at Lesley, grinning broadly. His eyes hungrily wandering up and down her young, tender body, over her breasts, along her legs, and, inclining his head, longingly between her legs. I should have been annoyed and just told the old duffer to fuck off; but for some reason I was curiously excited. So, even harder than I had been, I again began to thrust into my wife, pawing at her breasts cruelly and lasciviously. Sucking on her nipples. “Richard, stop it. No! Stop it. Stop!” she whispered urgently, trying to pull her blouse closed over her exposed breasts. I continued pumping my cock into her as hard as I could, whilst pulling her thin blouse open. Roughly yanking the material from her tiny fingers, and pushing her bra up, revealing her breasts once again to the excited gaze of the old man. Despite her angry protests, within seconds I came inside her, pumping my spunk deep into her pussy. We both lay there in complete silence for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before hearing the car drive away. I looked up and indeed the old boy had gone. His day no doubt brightened by our indiscretion. I have to admit that I have often overreacted to Lesley’s friendly interaction with other men. And my jealousy has often been the catalyst for many arguments. So it came as no surprise that moments later, having dressed in silence, and climbed back into the car, that she turned to me. “What the fuck was you thinking of? Why didn’t you stop? I asked you to stop. Why didn’t you? I mean you of all people - Mr-fucking-Jealousy - why did you carry on in front of him?” She spat the last word out angrily and stared at me, waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry Lez, I just got carried away”, I mumbled apologetically. “Carried away? How do you think it made me feel?” she glared, furiously. “Try cheap. Try fucking humiliated. You had no consideration for my feelings whatsoever. You held me down, despite my protests, even holding open my blouse so that dirty old cunt got an eyeful. You fucking selfish, perverted wanker!” she shouted into my face. “I mean, what are you, some kind of fucking rapist? Do you get-off on fucking little girls who can’t fight back?” I was absolutely stunned by the venom in her outburst. I had never heard her react like it ever before and lowered my eyes, guiltily. Many minutes passed before I could even look at her face again. When I did, I saw she was still obviously seething with anger. “I thought you liked people to look at you”, I offered, weakly. “I’d rather people weren’t looking at me when I was tits-up on the bonnet of a car with your fucking spunk dribbling down the inside of my legs!” she yelled, her eyes wide with rage, challenging mine. Her face inches from my face. I had no idea what to say, so I said nothing. She was absolutely right, of course. It had been a selfish and stupid thing for me to do. I looked back down into her lap as I felt my face burning with embarrassment. After a few seconds, she let out a deep breath, and turned away from me in her seat, looking directly forward out of the windscreen. Several more minutes passed in utter silence. “I mean, you didn’t even ask me, or anything”, she said quietly, her voice calming down. “I might have been okay with it, but I just wished you’d asked me instead of thinking only of yourself.” She refused to look at me. “Lesley, I am so, so very sorry. I really am. You are absolutely right. It was a completely selfish and inconsiderate thing to do. I’m...I’m truly sorry.” I spoke slowly, my eyes downcast, my voice wavering unsteadily with tearful emotion. I swallowed hard. I felt like a guilty young child who had been discovered committing some terrible act of cruelty. I still could not look at her face again. I listened to her breathing. From the corner of my eye, I saw her turn and face me again. I could feel her looking long and hard at me. I turned away slightly, embarrassed at the emotions welling-up within me. She reached across and playfully punched me gently on the thigh with her closed fist. “You silly little sod”, she said, quietly. I looked up and saw a thin smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “You’re not still angry then?” I said, hopefully. She shook her head slowly, the benevolence in her deep brown eyes searching my face. “I’m sorry”, I said, quietly, relief flooding through me. “I really am so sorry.” “Don’t worry. I’m the one that’s gonna pin you down next time. See how you like it”, she smiled, more broadly now, and again punched my leg, a little harder this time. “But what about you? I thought you’d get jealous of people seeing me naked.” “Yeah, me too. Maybe ‘cause he was just some old guy, I dunno.” I shook my head, as puzzled at my reaction as she obviously was. She finally reached across and squeezed my thigh, before letting her hand remain there. “Come on, Spunky. We’re on holiday, remember?” she said, in the childish voice she often used to lighten the mood, letting out a little giggle. “Come on, driver. Get a move on!” **** We arrived at the resort at 7pm. We had not planned our accommodation beforehand, but after driving around a few streets near the beachfront, we settled on a modest bed and breakfast house with a “Vacancies” sign in the front window. The landlady and her husband, Margaret and John, met us at the front door. Margaret was a plump, bosomy lady of about 45, with fair hair cut stylishly into a bob. She dressed smartly, with a touch of flair not shared by her husband, and was very attractive for her age. John, standing slightly behind her, appeared maybe ten years older. He wore a tan cardigan, which I suspect he rarely changed, and grey trousers, which fit snugly around his beer gut. But both were cheerful and friendly, the place was clean, neat and tidy, and we were more than happy to pay their modest charge. “Just a few house rules, lovies. Please try and be quiet if you return late at night, I’ll give you a key to the front door. No guests after 10.30pm, if you wouldn’t mind. Oh, and breakfast is served from 8am-9am. There’s a bathroom and shower on the landing outside your room, and if you want anything, don’t be afraid to ask.” She leaned towards us, smiling brightly, squinting her eyes and clasping her hands to her bosom. “We’re there if you need us”, she said, unclasping her hands and pointing over her shoulder to a door at the end of a corridor. Taking the key, we went back out to the car for our bags. “She seemed like a nice lady”, I said. “Yes. Not sure about him though. Did you see the cardy?” she giggled behind her hand. We settled into the room quickly, as we were both starving hungry, and after a quick shower, we both set out for a drink and a meal. “You’re looking stunning tonight”, I said, looking down at her black blouse, blue thigh-length skirt and black shoes. The blouse was sheer, the fine cotton material clearly exposing her black bra and the mounds of her ample breasts beneath it. The sea breeze was warm and salty, and neither of us had bothered with a coat. Her legs were bare. She had slim, smooth, beautifully tanned legs. “Well maybe you should just spend the night thinking about what we’re going to do in our room when I take this all off. You might’ve had your kinky fun this afternoon; but I promise you, I’ll be having mine tonight!” She inclined her grinning face up to mine, offering her mouth, and I kissed her hard on the lips before taking her hand and setting off for the local pub. The Anchor was a large and obviously popular watering hole on the main street of town. The sign outside boasted delicious hot meals and real ale, so we pushed open the heavy wooden door and forced our way through the crowds to the bar. “Popular place”, I shouted. Lesley nodded, smiling. We got our drinks and sat at a table at the quieter end of the bar. Annoyingly, the delicious food menu had ended thirty minutes earlier, with nothing now available but bar snacks. But we agreed to hunt-down the local fish and chip shop on the way home, and set-about our drinks instead. The real-ale beers were cold and delicious, if rather stronger than we were used to, and very much cheaper than the city prices we paid at home. Although Lesley rarely drank, with my gentle encouragement and the convivial atmosphere of the smoky, noisy pub we both began to get pleasantly drunk. And with our seats backing up to the wall, we engaged in that popular pastime of married couples: people-watching. Throughout the night, several people joined us at our table. They all nodded and smiled, politely, and I saw each of the men sneak a quick, sly glance towards Lesley, and her breasts, when they thought I wasn’t watching. But I didn’t mind. I simply felt warm and contented, proudly watching this beautiful girl, as she chatted away, happily. Only halfway through the evening did I notice a man leaning against the bar, standing directly in front of us 15-20 feet away. He was a tall, good-looking guy about 35, with longish fair hair, muscular build, and wearing a cool jacket and jeans. He must have been 6’5”, big-boned and his whole demeanour spoke money. I admit, that being young, fairly poor, and not tall and muscular, I felt a bit intimidated. Whereas most guys would politely avert their gaze when caught ogling my wife, he simply held my stare, or looked back at Lesley. I turned and looked at her. She, now very tipsy, was oblivious to his attention. She talked excitedly about our great vacation, laughing and joking. Every now and then reaching under the table to grab my cock through my jeans and kissing my neck, whispering breathily in my ear about what she intended us to do in our room. The man shouldn’t have bothered me; but he did. Eventually, unable to hold-on any longer, I was desperate to use the toilet. I collected our empty glasses, saying I would get a refill on the way back. As I stood up, I stared defiantly at the guy, who merely held my stare, smiled, and returned his gaze to Lesley, sitting quietly in the corner. As I hurried to the toilet, I could feel his eyes all over her body. It was the quickest piss I’d ever had. Steeling myself, I stormed-back from the toilet, my cowardly heart thumping nervously, determined to confront the arrogant bastard at the bar. But to my immense relief, he had gone! Taking a couple of minutes to calm down again, I ordered two more drinks, and a couple of shots, in celebration you might say, and, putting them on the metal tray, turned and headed back to our table. That’s when I saw the bastard sitting at the side of our table, next to Lesley. They were chatting, animatedly, and both of them laughing. I stalked angrily over towards them, but before I could say anything, Lesley looked up at me, smiling sweetly, “Darling, this is Chris, he lives in the town and has been kindly telling me all about the local nightlife. And he bought us some drinks.” I looked down and saw that he had bought the same round as I had, including the shots, in doubles! “Hi Richard, pleased to meet you”, he said, looking me directly in the eye and offering his hand. I shook it reluctantly, noticing it was much bigger than mine. I smiled nonchalantly as he deliberately squeezed it roughly, trying to provoke some reaction. Nevertheless, I sat down glumly, my anger deflated by Lesley’s cheerful demeanour, as he launched into a what’s-what of his hometown. Apparently, he was some big shot into property, and knew all of the local haunts. “If you want, I’d love to show you around my town. Seems a shame if you’re only here a couple of days not to see the best bits.” Rudely, he only addressed his comments to my wife. In the end, we never did leave the pub all night. But with all the drinks on the table, and the ones our new friend seemed happy to buy us, we all three continued to drink much more than we should. Lesley did seem to be flirting with him, slapping his arm playfully, feeling his arm muscles and stroking his smooth hands, as he went on about his work. Obviously his hands, unlike mine, had never seen proper work. And she had stopped touching me under the table, focussing her attention on Chris. But maybe I was being paranoid and I resigned myself to the fact that the bastard wasn’t going to leave, unless I said something very rude indeed. And after today, I didn’t want to upset Lesley or embarrass myself again. So, truculently, I decided to enjoy his money and get drunk. “How are you getting back?” Chris asked Lesley. “Walking, same way as we got here”, she answered, overly coquettishly. Raising her eyebrows and tilting her head, she smiled up at him. Her eyes, beneath tired, heavy lids, strained to focus properly. She was obviously now very drunk. And I forced back within myself a fleeting moment of panic. “Let me get you a taxi. I know the company and they have a rank nearby. Think of it as my way of thanking you both for your company tonight. Please, allow me.” She turned to me. “Oh Richard, please! I don’t think I could face the walk home after all this drinking.” Chris sat in the front seat of our taxi, directly in front of me. Allegedly, our guesthouse was on his way home! During the journey, Lesley began to flirt with me, outrageously. She kissed my neck and squeezed my cock, gently, through my trousers. Feeling me getting aroused, she unzipped me and leant down, taking my hardening cock in her mouth, despite my half-hearted protests. Chris turned in his seat and looked-on, smiling and making comments to the driver, who grinned in the rearview mirror. I felt humiliated that Chris, of all people, should be seeing my wife behave like this. And that’s when it hit me. I knew then exactly what she was doing: payback time! After a few minutes, she stopped and giggled, zipped me up, kissed me hard on the mouth and looked at Chris. He indicated to her with his finger and she slid across the seat towards him, resting her right hand on his shoulder. Holding the back of her neck, beneath her hair, he whispered into her left ear, looking directly at me as he did so. I watched his hand on her bare neck, his mouth close to her ear. Touching her ear? I didn’t hear what he said, but Lesley nodded to him and looked across at me, before giggling back to him. When we stopped outside our front door, Lesley suggested he came up and she would make him a coffee. “Darling, the 10.30pm rule? No guests?” I said, hoping that either she, or he, would take the hint. “Oh, nonsense. What will she do, throw us out on the street? Come on, Chris. If you want a coffee, you shall have a coffee.” Unsteadily, she climbed from the taxi, exposing her naked thighs to all three of us as she did so. We all walked into the house and tiptoed up the stairs. The driver tooted his car horn noisily as he screeched away. The room was sparsely and cheaply furnished. A double bed sat in one corner, against the wall, with a bedside table and lamp at the side. A many-times-painted, white wooden wardrobe sat against another wall, and a solitary wooden chair, in the opposite corner to the bed, completed the functionary ensemble. The only small window in the room didn’t open; and at this particular moment, the room felt small, cramped and very claustrophobic. Lesley turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the main light. “Let’s make things a little cosier, shall we?” she purred to Chris. She took his coat off him and he sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you going to make the coffees darling?” she said sweetly. Her now-naked feet tiptoed about the carpet, unsteadily. She tottered across to me, precariously, and kissed me lightly on the mouth. I looked across at Chris, who stared at me. “Oh, okay”, I mumbled. I turned reluctantly and headed downstairs to where the drinks-making facilities were kept. Unfortunately, being a cheap B&B, it didn’t keep such things in the bedrooms. Once outside the room, I nearly broke my neck running noisily back down the stairs. The kettle was empty and needed refilling in the kitchens on the bottom floor. And then I had to search for the coffee, which had been polished-off by the other guests during the evening. I stood in the lounge and watched the kettle boil. My heart hammered the inside of my chest. My blood coursed through my neck and pounded, mockingly, into my head as I tried not to imagine what was happening in the bedroom. Every worse case scenario my incipient jealousy forced into my mind, I dismissed immediately.