79 comments/ 77090 views/ 54 favorites Purple Glitter By: patientlee Sincere thanks to Tx Tall Tales and MSTarot for their mentoring and to Privates1stClass for proofreading. Any remaining errors or issues are on me. I was crocheting a scarf while I edited. ~~~~~ Laura was pissed. Danny didn't know she was pissed, but she was. His eyes were closed when she discovered the evidence of his presumed infidelity, so he didn't see the brief look of rage that crossed her face like a passing storm cloud. He certainly felt her rage, but he mistook the attack on his cock for something completely different— passion, hormones, extreme arousal brought on by slow dancing and a sexual-innuendo-filled toast by the best man at his cousin's wedding that day. Even love seemed a plausible explanation to his mind, which was clouded by desire, pleasure, and too many beers at the wedding. At first he was right. The best man had managed a speech which seemed to be a wedding night instruction manual rivaling the Kama Sutra in details, and the running joke of the night was that someone must have stolen Grandma's hearing aids if he got away with that. In any case, the wedding reception was blanketed in sexual tension after the toast, and the repertoire of love songs and Martini Bar had more than a few couples French kissing on the dance floor. Laura couldn't get her hands into his pants fast enough when they finally got to the car after what felt like an eternity kissing her husband's relatives goodbye. "Hey! Slow down, Turbo," he said with a chuckle. "We live three miles away. You can't wait?" Laura responded with a pout, "I just wanted to play with it in the car. C'mon. Let him out to play." "Seriously," he retorted. "The last time you gave me a hand job in the car, we almost crashed into a playground full of kids. If I can wait, you can wait," he said as he placed Laura's hand on his fly outside of his pants. Danny was quite erect, which only enticed Laura even more. She squeezed his cock with her left hand while the fingertips of her right hand traced the plunging neckline of her fancy-schmancy, red dress. It was dark out, but not so dark that Danny missed the spaghetti strap falling down her arm as her hand slipped inside of her neckline, headed for her left breast. "Ooh, baby. It's too bad you're such a prude tonight," she purred. "Look," she said as they pulled up to the red light. "That guy likes it." Danny glanced over and saw the driver of the pick-up truck in the right lane practically drooling over the scene in their little sports car. By the time the light turned green, Laura had slipped the straps down both of her arms, and her tits were completely exposed. As Danny stepped on the gas pedal, she gave a coy, little wave before giving her nipples a hard tweak. "You're killing me, babe," Danny moaned. "Killing me." As the sports car pulled into their street, they saw their neighbors, Joanie and Vince, getting out of their Lexus in the driveway. They had also been at the wedding, and Laura had spied them touching each other furtively under the table. "Did you know Joanie is a travel agent?" Danny asked her. "Yeah. She's always bragging about all the fabulous cruises she goes on. She's a pain in the ass," Laura replied, with a jealous edge to her voice. "Yes, but your ass is nicer," Danny said, trying to appease her. Arriving at home, they pulled into the attached garage. As Danny walked around to open Laura's door, Laura pulled the zipper on her dress down the rest of the way, so when she stepped out of the car, she also stepped out of her dress. Danny sucked in a sharp breath, taking in his wife's almost naked figure. She was wearing nothing but a sweet red thong and high-heeled sandals. Her tits were still perky enough to go out without a bra, and Danny gave a slow whistle to show his appreciation. She grabbed his hand and led him into the house to the living room. He reached for her, and pulled her close to him. He started humming their wedding song, "Wonderful Tonight," by Eric Clapton, and they swayed in unison. Danny ran his hands down Laura's sides, hooking his thumbs into the last, red slip of fabric she was wearing, and her thong fell to the floor. They kissed each other, starting slowly, and quickly building in intensity. Laura could feel Danny's hard-on rubbing against her through his dress pants, and she unfastened his fly and pulled his pants down. His silk boxers stuck straight out over his erection, looking a little silly. Laura reached one hand into the front of his underwear and wrapped her cold hand around his cock. "Mmm... Looks like somebody's ready for some fun," she murmured into his ear as she lowered his boxers to his knees. Danny reached up to pull the chain to turn off the ceiling-mounted light, but Laura stopped him. "I want to see what I'm doing, love," she said. He replied by taking her head in his hands, kissing her softly on the lips, and shoving her playfully to her knees. He could see their reflection in the mirrored curio cabinet, and it was a vision usually found in a pornographic movie. A fully clothed man with his pants pulled down about to be sucked off by the gorgeous woman on her knees in front of him, wearing nothing but a teardrop-shaped onyx pendant and sexy sandals was certainly a rare image in Danny's reality, and it sent a shudder through his body when he realized he was about to be on the receiving end of that blow job. "You're right. It's sexier with the lights on," he said. Laura took a minute to inspect his cock before gobbling it down. She grabbed his cock by its thick base, and gave it a playful tug. She stuck her tongue out toward his slit, seeing the pool of pre-cum waiting to be devoured. She looked up at Danny and gave a coy smile. He smiled back before closing his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning out loud. His fingers were still laced through the hair on the top of her head. She looked back down at the glistening head of his cock, when something odd caught her eye. On the tip of his penis, there were three tiny specks of purple glitter shining back at her from the slippery drop of pre-cum. Purple glitter? How the fuck did he get purple glitter on his cock? I don't own purple glitter! I wore red satin, for Christ's sake! Laura opened wide, and slammed her mouth down on Danny's cock. Danny's response was a full-body shudder, and a low moan. "Oh, fuck." She sucked him harder than she ever had before, jacking the base of his cock hard enough to sting her lips when her mouth met her fist. She began to nibble, softly at first, and getting harder and harder until Danny cried out, certain that she had drawn blood. Purple fucking glitter. Who the fuck was wearing purple fucking glitter? Her mind raced through the catalogue of wedding guests, racking her brain for the woman in the purple glitter. And then it dawned on her. It was Joanie from next door. The dress was gorgeous, in a striking shade of purple with small bits of purple glitter all over. That bitch. She unconsciously turned up the volume on the already violent blow job. Danny was moaning and thrashing around, believing that the ferocity with which his wife sucked his cock was due to the mood set by a sexy wedding, in sexy clothes, with sexy music. He felt his orgasm rising, welling up in his cock. He pulled her hair and started uttering incomprehensible sounds. "Ung. Fuck. Oh, baby. Suck that cock. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!" Laura felt his cock growing large and thick in her mouth, and she felt the spasms coming from the base of his cock. She sucked even harder as she felt the hot cum beginning to land on her tongue. She sucked the last drops, swallowed hard, and licked her lips. She looked up at Danny with a look of disgust and anger, and announced, "I'm getting a migraine." She grabbed her purse from the floor and stalked off to the bedroom without another word, leaving Danny with his head spinning and his pants around his ankles. ~~~~~ "Motherfucker!" Laura tripped over the cord to the vacuum cleaner when she stepped into her bedroom. The light was off, and she was on her phone checking her Facebook. "What the fuck is that doing here?" Laura said out loud. She turned on the light and slammed the door behind her. She locked herself into the bathroom and dropped her phone next to the sink. Placing her palms on the counter, she leaned toward the mirror, looked herself in the eye, and continued to fume. Purple fucking glitter. How the FUCK does one get purple fucking glitter on one's cock? The Appletini haze made rational thought difficult, but she tried to reconstruct the evening in her mind. Joanie and Vince. They sat in the corner. We were next to the door. When would Danny have seen Joanie? I saw Vince with Caroline, but I didn't see too much of Joanie. Of course, I was dancing with the girls most of the time, but Danny was at the table the whole time. Wasn't he? Laura grabbed her phone and started scrolling through the pictures she had taken. Damn. No pictures of Danny. Fuck. She tapped the Facebook icon, and scanned the new posts, looking for wedding pictures. Where the fuck are the wedding pictures? Finally she found her friend Tina's pictures. She scrolled through the album as fast as Tina was posting the photos. In the fifth picture, Laura found the purple dress she was looking for. In the background of a candid shot of the bride and groom after dinner, she saw them. Danny and Joanie. In the cloakroom. Their heads were bent close together, as if they were whispering to each other, but Laura couldn't make out the expressions on their faces in the blurred background of the photo. She went back to her newsfeed to see if anyone else had captured these two together. Aha! There they are! Danny's cousin, Michelle, had caught Danny with his hand on Joanie's elbow, leading her out of the dining room. Danny's mouth was open, as if Michelle had caught him in the middle of a word. Joanie's eyebrows were furrowed in a scowl toward the camera, as if Michelle had intruded on a private moment, not meant to be shared. That fucking bitch. THAT FUCKING BITCH! Laura was screaming in her head. She wanted to erupt, to go downstairs and tear into Danny. To confront him with the evidence of his infidelity, both photographic and, well, metallic. Instead, she took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. She started the water in the bathtub, and decided that a bubble bath would be a good way to quiet herself and plot her revenge. ~~~~~ On Monday morning, Laura was still seething. As she pulled her SUV out of the garage to go to work, she spotted Joanie on her front porch, drinking coffee and reading a book. Laura did not return Joanie's wave. All the way to work, she ranted in her head. Why the hell would he cheat on me? I don't think I've let myself go. Sure. Joanie is a beautiful woman, but what's wrong with me? Maybe I should join a gym. We don't even have one in town though. I wonder if Joanie belongs to a gym. Ugh. Maybe I'll just walk the mall during my break. By the time she arrived at work, she was angry enough to spit tacks. She thought about the revenge plan she had hatched over the weekend, and knew she was pissed enough to go through with it. She parked in the employee parking area and walked quickly toward the chain jewelry store that had employed her for the last four years. She hoped for a calm and peaceful day, like most Mondays. She got her wish in the morning anyway. At lunch time she sat at a table in the food court, eating a salad and checking her email on her phone. Maybe I should join Weight Watchers too. Maybe he just thinks I need to lose a few pounds. I'm not as skinny as Joanie, I guess, but I never thought I was fat. There was a message in her email from her bank advertising some kind of improvement to their debit card. Laura was about to click to the next message, when it dawned on her that if Danny was cheating on her, perhaps there was some evidence hiding in their bank statement. She clicked on the bank link and logged in. And there it was. A check for twelve hundred dollars. Written out to Joanie. Why is he writing her a check? I don't get this at all. Why is he giving her money? OK. She's a travel agent, but where the hell is Danny going? We aren't planning a trip. What if he's planning a trip WITH Joanie? Oh my god. Why is this happening? She was so distraught, that she didn't realize her break was over. She got back to the jewelry store ten minutes late, just as the corporate representatives arrived for a surprise inspection of the store. Revenge would have to wait. ~~~~~ Chester was a small town with limited choices in nightlife. The shabby Ramada Inn had been the most popular spot in town for cheap drinks, bad piano music and weeknight hookups since the 1980s. "I would have thought that revenge would be a lot easier," Laura said to the bartender as he refilled her glass of chardonnay. "I mean, we've only been married for three years. You'd think at least one of the guys in my contact list would still be available. "I just didn't even realize he was losing his attraction to me. Maybe this is my fault. Do you think I need to go on a diet?" "Honey, I wouldn't touch that one with a ten foot pole. You look very nice," he said. She looked up at the bartender and gave him a coy smile as she fingered the onyx pendant around her neck. "You'd sleep with me then, right?" "Of course! You're beautiful and desperate. Perfect comb—" "Hey! I'm not desperate! Well, not yet anyway," she said. The corners of her mouth turned down when she realized that she probably was desperate. "Well, would you?" "I would if I wasn't gay," he said, shaking his head and smiling. "Sorry. You're not exactly my type." Laura's head flopped down onto her palms as she groaned with frustration. "You're not helping," came her muffled reply. "What is it that you're looking for?" he asked. She lifted her head to look at him. "Revenge. My dickhead husband cheated on me. I'm going to cheat on him. Simple as that." "Except it isn't so simple," the bartender said. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Have you considered just talking to your husband? Maybe this is all just a mix up." She looked at him like she thought he was an idiot. "He had purple glitter on his cock. You have a cock. Have you ever accidentally gotten glitter on it?" she said, using air quotes when she said "accidentally." "Ah...no," he said, shaking his head again. "Here's what I know. I wore red satin. SHE wore a purple, glittery dress. They were alone together in the cloakroom at the wedding, looking all cozy. When we got home, HE had purple glitter on his cock. How would he have glitter in his pants if his pants didn't come off near the purple-glitter dress? Hmm? Tell me that one." "You're a little high-strung, aren't you?" He was laughing as he said it, which only pissed her off even more. "I mean, why are you so hung up on revenge? If you're convinced that he cheated, why not just divorce him?" A woman approached the bar, signaling for the bartender's attention. "Hold that thought. I'll be right back." So much for my freaking plan. I should just leave and go home and forget about this. This is stupid. I'll just divorce him. He cheated on me. That shouldn't be a problem, except... Except that Danny was a lawyer. A hot-shot, rising-star lawyer. He didn't handle divorces, but he worked with guys that did. FUCK. I'll never win in a divorce whether he cheated on me or not. I signed that fucking pre-nup. SHIT. Why the fuck did I sign the damn thing? Christ, I signed it because he's a lawyer, and I thought it would make him feel like a big man if I let him have his way. I don't even remember what was in the fucking thing. Did it say anything about cheating? SHIT. I should have looked this up. Her head was spinning. What started as a simple matter of getting back at Danny was becoming a cluster fuck. She rubbed her temples and tried to think. I know Danny keeps the house, no matter what, since it was his grandfather's. I also know that I poo-pooed the idea of alimony, since I have my own career. Would I even get to keep my car? What the fuck was I thinking? I've gotta get back at him. It's the only way to make this right. She tossed a twenty on the bar, about to get up and leave, but the bartender placed his hand on her forearm to stop her. "What's your game plan? Are you looking to divorce him? "Are you planning to have your husband find out you cheated on him? Do you want him to hurt like you do right now? Are you trying to get him to divorce you? "Or are you going to keep it quiet, so that you're even in your own mind?" "What difference does it make?" she asked. "I just think you need to think your plan through to the end. Otherwise, you may find that all of your revenge planning leaves you with nothing, not even revenge." "Well, since I'm not getting anywhere, I guess I don't have to decide that right now," she replied, sulking a little. "Look over there," he said. She looked in the direction that he nodded. There was a middle-aged man, sitting there alone, drinking a draft beer. "I'm twenty-eight years old. What do I want with that guy?" she asked. "Nothing yet, but my guess is that if you don't find somebody soon, he will start to look like something you want. Let me know if you decide to buy him a drink." He walked away to wait on another customer. Laura looked across the opposite side of the bar. She saw a man that she guessed to be in his mid-thirties. She looked closer, and realized that it was her neighbor, Joanie's husband, Vince, sitting by himself. She wondered where Joanie was, and why he'd be here without her. He looked up at her and smiled, and then realized who she was. Laura saw him gasp as his eyes widened in surprise. Oh my god. He knows about Danny and Joanie. She gave a quick, embarrassed wave, and looked down at her drink. She thought about going over to him, but when she looked up again, he was gone. Shit. He knows, and he doesn't want to tell me. Shit. SHIT. She looked down toward the end of the bar again. Mr. Middle Age was looking a little more attractive now. She laced her fingers together and leaned her lips onto her hands, as if in prayer, against the bar. Her thoughts raced as she plotted her course of action. Maybe it would be best to let Danny know that I'm cheating on him. It's almost seven-thirty. I'll buy that guy a drink and flirt with him a little. I can put a room on my Discover card. Fuck him, suck him, go home smelling like cum, and by the time I get home, Danny will be home from work. We'll get this out in the open tonight. If he agrees to break it off, we're even. If not... NO! This is revenge, not a bargaining technique. Danny can't find out. When she looked up, smiling this time, the bartender was back, placing another glass of chardonnay on the bar. "Compliments of the gentleman," he said. Laura looked to her right, but Mr. Middle Age had disappeared. "Not that gentleman," he said, stepping out of the way. She looked across the bar and saw Vince smiling back at her. Her stomach did a flip-flop as her brain raced to recalculate her plan. Vince. Now THAT would be interesting. He's a victim here too. It would be perfect revenge! And he's so friggin' good looking. Why the hell would Joanie cheat on him? With Danny? She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes a little bit as he walked around the bar toward her, but his piercing stare was like looking into the sun. She had to look away. Purple Glitter "Hi, Laura," he said. "Where's Danny?" "Hi, Vince. He's...uh...working." She felt dumb, but she tried to smile. "Are you here by yourself?" he asked. "Yeah. I guess I am. My friend from high school was supposed to meet me. I guess she's not coming," she lied. "Mind if I sit down?" "Yes. No. I mean, thanks for the wine. Have a seat." "I can only stay a minute. I was just having a drink before my meeting starts in the conference room." He drained the last of the amber liquid in his glass and raised his eyebrows. "I have a lot of meetings here at the Ramada. Maybe you can meet me some time for another one." Laura's head was spinning, but managed to stammer, "Uh, yeah. Sure. A drink. Sounds good." "How 'bout I give you a call the next time I'm gonna be here?" he asked. "Yeah. Call me." She nodded, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She really thought he was there to hook up. They exchanged cell phone numbers, and Vince departed in a hurry. Laura sat, drinking her wine and pondering what had just happened. Why would he ask me to have a drink with him? He's married. I'm married. He must know that his wife is fucking my husband. Maybe he has the same idea that I do. Maybe he wants to fuck me to get even with her! Why did he leave then? We could have gotten a room right now. Maybe he actually had a meeting. The more she thought about it, the better the idea of fucking Vince seemed. She finished her drink, hoping he would call soon. ~~~~~ "Two nights in a row?" the bartender asked. "Does that mean that Vince took you up on your offer?" "Vince?" she asked. "You know his name?" "He's a regular," he said. "Yeah. He said that he had a lot of meetings in the conference room here." "Sure. In the conference room." Laura was looking at her drink, so she missed the bartender's furrowed eyebrow. "And here he comes," he announced. "Hi, Laura," he said, taking the bar stool next to her. "The usual, Vince?" "Please. And another one for the lady, while you're at it," he said to the bartender. "So, where's Danny tonight? Working again?" "Allegedly," she replied, pressing her lips together and rolling her eyes. "Oh, I get it. Lawyer joke," he said with a toothy grin. "Yeah. Ha, ha," she replied, not returning his smile. "And what brings you to the Ramada Inn tonight?" "Kiwanis on Tuesdays. Last night was the Chamber of Commerce meeting." "You're a busy guy." "Well, in order to get ahead when you own your own business, you gotta network. I belong to every social organization in town. They all meet here, at the Ramada." He smiled at her again, as if looking to seal the deal on a used car. The bartender rolled his eyes as he placed a glass on the bar and poured a double shot of Jack Daniel's. Laura caught the eye roll and gave him a quizzical look. He shook his head a little bit as he refilled Laura's chardonnay. Another customer sat down across the bar, and he walked over to wait on the man. Vince and Laura flirted a bit and sipped their drinks. Laura jumped a little bit when she felt Vince's hand on her thigh, slowly creeping higher. "So, Laura. What are you doing here for real? Why aren't you home with Danny?" "I told you. Danny's working, or so he says. Where's Joanie?" He paused, testing the waters. Laura held his gaze, practically daring him to say it, to admit that he knew that their spouses were sleeping together. Vince leaned in closer to Laura, and said, "You know, I've got some time before my meeting, and this bartender is just a little too nosy, if you know what I mean." "Yeah," she said. She knew exactly what he meant. He meant that his wife was banging her husband, and that they should do the same. She lowered her voice a little bit, and said, "Wanna get a room?" "Already taken care of, sweetheart." ~~~~~ Laura had to admit, Vince brought more to the party than she expected. She'd only ever seen him in a sport jacket and tie, so she hadn't considered that he might be hiding rock-hard abs and a huge cock under his used-car-salesman attire. As her tongue traced the contours of his six-pack, she wondered how many hours a week he spent in the gym. She figured he had to be almost as busy as Danny, considering that he owned a busy used-car lot. Danny didn't even have time to jog at lunchtime most days. I can't believe how built Vince is. He makes Danny look like a little wimp. "Do you belong to a gym, Vince?" He snickered a little, and then said, "You want to know my secret?" Laura nodded and caressed his hard chest with her hand. "I'm here so often, they let me use the exercise equipment and the pool here at the hotel," he said. "I thought they only let you use the facilities if you paid for a room. My friend tried to have a water aerobics class here. They said you have to pay for a room to use the pool," Laura said, raising her eyebrows. "I have a room today, don't I? I get a room every once in a while, like if I've had too much to drink, or if a meeting runs really late," he said. "Or if you meet someone in the bar, right? The equipment must be pretty good. You are really in shape. Much more than Danny. He's just too busy to work out," she said. As she talked, her mouth trailed down his stomach. "Stop talking, babe," he said. Vince was lying on his back, his legs wide apart so Laura could kneel between them. As her tongue traveled down the smooth skin of his stomach, he put his hands in her hair. She inhaled deeply, smelling the masculine scent of his soap. It wasn't a brand she recognized, but as she approached his waist, that scent gave way to a masculine aroma that she knew well—pre-cum. "You're driving me crazy, Laura." "I'm trying," she said, smiling. She placed her hand around his thick cock and started stroking him, pressing the pad of her thumb against his slit. The pre-cum dribbled onto her thumb, and she rubbed it onto spongy head of his cock. "Ooh...So slippery," she murmured. She brought her palm to her mouth and slowly licked from the heel of her hand to the tips of her fingers, lubricating her hand. She resumed stroking his cock, picking up speed as she caressed his balls with the other hand. "Umm. That's nice." Holding eye contact with him, Laura dipped her head closer to his body and stuck her tongue out to take a taste. "Salty," she said before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around just the head. She teased it with her tongue, bathing it in her warm saliva. "Oh my god, just suck it," Vince said. He held her head in place while he thrust his hips toward her face, slamming the length of his erection into her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and pain as he hit the entrance to her throat, gagging her. He held her head in place for a moment, establishing who was in charge of this blow job. He smiled at the growing fear in her eyes before releasing her. "I won't hurt you, baby," he said. "You just work your tongue. I'll do the rest." Laura began to lick up and down the length of his long shaft, her tongue moving in time with his thrusts. She explored the veins and contours under his silky skin, as if to memorize the landscape of his cock. He allowed her to pull back and let his salty pre-cum stretch from his cock to her tongue. She rubbed her lips along the tip, letting his slipperiness cover her lips, like lipstick. Tired of the teasing, Vince slammed back into her mouth and pumped in and out in short thrusts. In spite of feeling like he was raping her mouth, she smiled around his cock at the sight of his abs flexing toward her face. She felt him thickening on her tongue, and she knew he was close. Just as suddenly as he had started fucking her face, he pulled her head back, letting his cock pop out of her mouth. "I don't have time to come twice before my meeting starts. Gotta save that one so I can fuck you too," he said. "Your mascara is running." Laura sat up and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. Gagging on Vince's cock had made her eyes water like crazy. "Make sure you clean that up before you go. You don't want Danny to see you like that." "Maybe I do," she said. "Maybe that's exactly what I want." "You know, Laura. I don't want to talk about our spouses. I know why I'm here. You know why you're here. Let's just leave it at that, OK?" "Scoot up here," he said, holding out his arms. He guided her over his torso until she was straddling his face, her almost-bare pussy spread over his mouth. "You are so wet, baby. Do you always get this wet when you suck cock?" he asked. "Oooh...yeah. Always. Lick me, right there." She grabbed the headboard for support just as his tongue met her clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit for a moment before snaking his middle finger inside her. "Two fingers, baby," she said. "Two fingers, and I'll come on your face." Vince began to suck gently on her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. His other hand alternated between caressing and pinching her ass. Her thighs were beginning to tremble against his stubbly cheeks. He nibbled her labia between his lips and rubbed hard on her G-Spot. Her hips began to buck back and forth as his tongue resumed lashing her clit. Small, high-pitched noises escaped her lips as her orgasm built. "Oh my god. Oh my god. There it is! Oh my god. I'm coming. I'm coming. Keep licking my clit." She clenched his face between her legs and continued rocking her hips as the orgasm crashed through her body. She felt all of her anger and frustration coursing through her pelvis, exploding onto Vince's tongue as she came. When she finally relaxed, her head was spinning. She collapsed onto the bed next to Vince, gasping for air. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see Vince leaning over her, preparing to mount her. When she felt him pressing against her opening, her eyes popped open. "Wait. Do you have a condom?" she asked. That question got his attention. "What? I mean, I'm not gonna come inside you or anything." "I'm not on the pill, Vince. You need a condom." He sighed in exasperation. "Lemme look." He came here for a Kiwanis meeting tonight, not to have sex, remember? If he doesn't have one, just go home. That's all. "Yep. One left. I guess we're lucky." He rolled it over his cock, and crawled back onto the bed. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he said. He propped himself over her and guided his cock against her opening. With a quick thrust of his hips, he entered her, burying all seven hard inches inside of her. "Oooh," she moaned as she felt the head of his cock bump her cervix. It was longer and thicker than Danny's, and she wasn't used to being filled like this. His head dipped to her breast, and he began to lick her nipple. He put his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, harder and harder until she cried out. He drove his cock in and out of her...In and out...until her hips bucked to meet his thrusts. She was getting wetter again, and he slid in and out with ease. "You are so wet, babe...Turn over." He pulled out, and she turned onto all fours, wiggling her ass at him. Vince paused for a moment. He laced his fingers through Laura's hair, and pulled her head back toward him. He leaned closer to her ear, and whispered, "Did you just tell me that you want me in your ass?" Her eyes whipped open wide. "No. No, that's not what I meant." He pulled her hair a little harder. "Why not?" "I've never...I mean...I haven't..." "You've never been fucked in the ass?" She tried to shake her head, but his hand in her hair prevented her from moving. "No, Vince. Please. I've never done that before. Danny would kill me." "Oh, you mean he'd be fine with the rest of this?" he mocked. "No. He wouldn't. But please. Not my ass. Anything but my ass." Vince paused, thinking it over. "Let's just give it a try, OK? Your ass is so sweet. I gotta get my cock in there. Please? Just try it." Oh my god. But this would ice the cake. I don't even know how long Danny's been fucking Joanie. Imagine the look on his face when he finds out I let Vince fuck my ass. I've never let Danny near my ass. It's just once, right? "OK. You can do it, just be gentle." "Sure. Of course. Just relax." He stuck his fingers back into her wet pussy to lubricate them, and knelt behind her. She felt something slippery on her anus and wondered where he had gotten the lube. When he placed his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks even farther, she realized that it wasn't a finger rubbing her hole. She gasped. "Oh my god. Is that your tongue?" "Uh-huh." "Oh god. That feels..." He stuck his tongue into her ass as far as it would go, stopping her in mid-sentence. He fucked her with his tongue for a moment, letting his saliva lubricate her canal. His tongue slid out, and he replaced it with his finger. He pushed a little bit, and his finger popped in, just a little bit. He pressed, just until he was in to the first knuckle. "How's that, babe?" "It's OK. You can go a little farther." This time he kept pressing until his finger was completely buried in her ass. "This feels so weird. I feel like I'm at the doctor's office," she said. He pulled the finger out, and when he penetrated her again, he added a second finger. She moaned this time. He fucked her with the two fingers for a moment, and then added a third. "Ow. Ow. Ooh. That hurts a little bit." "It will feel better when it's my cock. No fingernails," he said. "O-OK," she said. "Maybe you should try that now." "Just relax. It feels good if you relax." How the hell does he know that? He stuck his cock into her pussy again to lubricate it, and he lined it up on her rear entrance. He applied increasing pressure until her anus started to give in. "Oh my god. That hurts...Oh...Gentle." He just kept pushing until he felt the head slip through her ring. He paused so she could adjust to the feeling of fullness creeping into her bottom. "OK. You can push again," she said. Her face was contorted, and she tried not to yell. She felt like she was being stabbed in the rectum. Every bit of pressure that he exerted caused white-hot flashes of pain through her butt and into her belly. The tears were welling up in her eyes. Vince caressed her ass with his hands, trying to relax her. She heard him spit three times. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked. "I'm lubricating you. Trust me. You'll thank me for it." "OK." Her legs were trembling. She wasn't sure she'd be able to let him finish this. "Push down a little bit. That might help," he said. He was right. That relaxed her muscles enough to allow his cock to slide into her, one inch at a time. When she felt his pubic hair tickling between her cheeks, she gave a sob of relief, knowing that it couldn't get worse. He slowly reversed direction, pulling out until only the head remained between her cheeks. "Are you OK?" "Yeah. My pussy is throbbing. It hurts, but it's hot." He pushed in again, a little faster this time, and immediately pulled out when he hit bottom. "Oh. I think you can go a little faster now. Just go gently." He grabbed her hips and started pumping. She grunted with each thrust, feeling the delicious mix of pleasure and pain stabbing through her ass. She felt dirty, like a whore. She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. Vince reached under her and started to pinch her nipples, harder than Danny ever did. The pain in her nipples...the pain in her ass...She was confused. She wanted to feel revulsion, but instead all she felt was— "I'm coming again. Oh my god. I'm coming again." "Oh, baby. I feel your asshole clenching my cock. Your ass is coming right on my cock. You're gonna make me come too. Oh, you bitch. I'm gonna come right now." He pulled his cock out of her ass and slid the condom off in the same motion. He slid his cock along her crack until it was lying on her ass. He yelled incoherently as he began to shoot his hot cum all over her ass cheeks and lower back. Spurt after spurt landed on her creamy skin as she collapsed onto the bed. Vince stood at the foot of the bed for a moment before going to the bathroom to clean up. She was still lying on the bed when he returned, dressed and ready to leave. "I gotta go, babe. You should probably take a shower before you go home. I'll call you sometime, OK?" Laura managed to nod before she fell asleep. Around nine in the evening, she awoke and took a shower to get the cum off her ass and back. It didn't matter. Danny wasn't home anyway. She went to bed, vowing to divorce him in the morning. She didn't hear him slip in at one-thirty. ~~~~~ Wednesday was a trying day at the jewelry store. The worst part of being a manager for a chain of stores was when the corporate guys showed up to poke around. When she got home, she was cranky from her day, and pissed that Danny wasn't home again. The six o'clock news had just started when Laura got the text from Danny. All-nighter 2nite. Not ready 4 tomorrow. Sorry. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked her phone. "That's just perfect. Tell me you're working so you can be with HER. Fucking great." All-nighters weren't unheard of for Danny. He was a young lawyer, working hard to prove himself, and his office was a seventy-five minute drive from home. It was just the timing of this all-nighter that was irking Laura. She called to have a pizza delivered, and she opened a beer. Her revenge plan was falling apart around her. She considered her options, and thought maybe she should just continue this little fling with Vince. She paced the house, finishing two beers before the pizza even arrived. She enjoyed a brief fantasy of answering the door in the nude and inviting in the pizza guy, but realized just in the nick of time that the pizza guy might be sixteen years old. Christ. That bartender was right. I AM desperate. As the evening went on, and the alcohol took its toll, the reality of what she had done started to set in. She began to waver between guilt and anger, as if she had an angel and devil sitting on each shoulder, arguing for her. Asshole. He's an asshole. His marriage is falling apart, and he can't even be bothered to show up and notice! Fuck him. I should call Vince. Do it again. Let him fuck my ass again. Danny doesn't even know that I've had anal sex. The bastard! But I just broke my wedding vows. I have never cheated on anyone before, not even my pimply boyfriend in high school. What the fuck have I done? She sent him a text: Can you talk? His reply came twenty minutes later: No. Just got new evidence. TTYL. Asshole. That's it. Just an asshole. I don't even have hard evidence that he is cheating on me though. Maybe I should have found out or at least talked to him before I went ahead and fucked Vince. He fucked my ass, for crying out loud. That was my last virgin hole, and I let him take it. Purple fucking glitter. On his cock. Enough said. The purple glitter won. She picked up her cell phone and called Vince. Bee—bee—beep. The number you have reached, five, five, five, six, seven, two, four, has been disconnected. Please check the number and dial again. BeeBeeBeeBeeBeeBeeBeeBee... ~~~~~ On Thursday Laura had reached her limit. After spending another day with the corporate idiots, she raced home, and stormed into the empty house. She hadn't seen Danny since Sunday, and she needed to have it out with him before she went insane. Enraged at his absence, she stomped up the stairs and burst into her bedroom. For the second time in a week, she crashed into the vacuum cleaner on the way into the room. Purple Glitter "MOTHERFUCKER! Where the FUCK did that come from?" She flipped on the light, and tossed her purse on the bed, dispersing a cloud of purple glitter into the air. She looked around the room. There was purple glitter everywhere—on the bed, on the floor, on the ceiling fan, even on the wooden crucifix hanging over the bed. "HE FUCKED HER IN MY OWN MOTHERFUCKING BED?" She grabbed her purse, and under it found a large, manila envelope with a smaller envelope attached to the front. She opened the small envelope, and began to read the letter that would change her life forever. Dear Laura, By the time you get this letter, I will be on a seven-day cruise to Bermuda. You were supposed to be here with me. I had arranged everything—the tickets, the hotel, your time off from work. It was all a big surprise. Joanie from next door did all the booking for us. I even packed some of your stuff for you. The stuff you wouldn't notice anyway. And then I found out that you were having an affair. It was the bartender at the Ramada that gave you away, you know. Joanie was getting suspicious of all these "meetings" Vince was having at the hotel, so she stopped in there one day to see how frequently the conference room was booked for the organizations he belongs to. She was awfully surprised to learn that there is no conference room at the Ramada Inn! Joanie came to me for the first time at my cousin's wedding to ask my advice. She knew Vince was cheating on her. She just needed some evidence. Since she had seen credit card charges from the Ramada bar, I suggested that she talk to the bartender. He knew Vince quite well, and agreed to snap some pictures for her for a nice, little price the next time Vince was there for a drink with a woman. It didn't take long. You can well imagine Joanie's surprise when it was YOUR face she saw in the photos from the bartender! She had known that Vince was cheating on her, but she never considered that he was sleeping with YOU. I, on the other hand, had no advance warning. I went from being happily married and about to go on a cruise to try to knock up my gorgeous wife, to being cheated on by the woman I thought loved me with my sleazy neighbor. I never even suspected anything was wrong! Still, I wasn't sure until last night, when the bartender called Joanie again when she was at my office to meet with Paul Stone, her attorney from my firm. When I saw the pictures, I was still holding onto the hope that you had just had a couple of drinks with him. I guess I was just being stupid. Did you even realize that your onyx necklace is missing? You know, the one I gave you as a wedding gift? The housekeeper found the necklace buried in the sheets of room 207 in the hotel. She was wearing it in the bar after work, and the bartender recognized it from the pictures. He talked her into giving it up to him after he handed her a twenty dollar bill. She didn't even realize that it was covered in cum from the sheets. The results won't be back for a couple of weeks, but I think we all know whose cum that is on your necklace. You have until I return next Friday to move out of my house. You should keep your car, and any of your own personal effects, but leave the rest. We'll sort it out later. Until then, I will be on the cruise. Joanie will be using your tickets. She used her travel agent connections to upgrade us to a two-bedroom suite, so we will each have our own space. I'm sure we'll have a lovely time. Hell, maybe we'll even meet replacements for you and for Vince. You never know, right? In the large envelope you will find your copies of the photos (maybe you'll want to frame them for your new place!), a copy of the pre-nup you signed (just in case you lost yours), and what's left of the designer dress I bought for you to wear to our Captain's Table dinner on the ship. I'll be hanging onto the onyx necklace, for now anyway. You almost caught me with the dress, you know. UPS delivered it the day of the wedding. I was trying to hide it in the closet while I was getting dressed, and you almost walked in on me, buck-naked and holding a purple-glitter dress. Maybe if you had, you'd be on the cruise with me now. Maybe even wearing the dress. I mean, I'm assuming that you would have taken a break from your affair with Vince if you knew you'd be missing out on a cruise and a designer dress, right? Well, it's probably better that you didn't catch me hiding the dress after all. If you had, we could have brought a child into this world, right into the middle of our failing marriage. At least this way, you've only destroyed my life and Joanie's life, not our baby's as well. I loved you, Laura. I don't know why you couldn't love me like I loved you. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I can't live with the knowledge that you cheated on me. I can't even talk to you right now. Be gone by Friday. I'll contact you at work to proceed with the divorce. Danny P. S. I left the vacuum cleaner out for you. Clean up the glitter before you go.