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Vengeance

By: aldenbradley



She and Mike had been married eight years. He had claimed it was the seven year itch, just a year late. Her heart had sunk into the pit of her stomach as he confessed the affair with the girl in the secretarial pool. All those years she had devoted to their union, shunning the numerous advances and passes in favor of the man she had chosen. And now, he was telling her that he had strayed.

"It wasn't about love," he pleaded lamely. "It was just the sex."

Theirs had become routine. Twice or three times a week, the same old thing. He needed more, he told her. Something different. Something special. Something unique.

Over the course of three long weeks they had skirted the issue, then hit it head on. They played bob and weave, ducked and collided. The issue at hand was seldom far from the front. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Forgive you?"

"Yes. But I see that isn't going to come easy," he replied.

"Years," she said. "It will take years to rebuild what you have destroyed."

"Then what?" he pleaded. "What will put us back together?"

"I don't know," she said in her superiority. "I just don't know yet."

He bided his time with her, waiting for her to formulate an answer. 

"You're angry," he offered.

"You're damned right," she flared. "I deserve to be angry."

"So you want some sort of vengeance," he tried.

"I want to make you pay for what you did to me...to us!" she raged.

She pondered for several weeks. She even talked to Stacy about it. After all, they had been friends forever.

"I think you should," Stacy assured her. "Hell, it's not like your going to fall in love. Just find yourself a stud. Think about it. Imagine him pounding away at you. Wouldn't that feel great?"

She still wasn't convinced. "I guess so," she responded weakly.

"Hell, yes it would!" Stacy cried enthusiastically. "And you know it."

So she had set about finding her stud. That's how she thought of him. Just meat to be used and discarded after this one time.

She found him quite by accident.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. She was out running errands. At a stop-light in a residential neighborhood he rolled up beside her window. He was riding a ten-speed bike. Most guys looked like dorks in those biker helmets, she though. He didn't.

He as tanned, with a strong jaw and dark eyes. He looked up at the light as he eased his bike to the left. She rolled down her window.

"Keeps you in great shape," she said, softly.

He looked at her and smiled. "It's a lot of work, but, yes, it keeps me in shape."

"Isn't it dangerous?" she asked.

"Can be. Depends on where you're riding."

She reached into the console and pulled out one of her business cards. She handed it out the window.

"When you finish your ride, call me. The name's LeighAnn. I'd like to talk to you some more."

He took the card from her fingers and looked into her eyes. She smiled and pushed the button to close the window. His broad smile showed straight, white teeth. The light changed. She turned right. He went left.

"I did it, Stacy," she blurted into the telephone.

"What, already?" Stacy sounded alarmed.

"No, no. I mean, I found him," she replied.

"Oh."

"He's a bike rider. He looks like a movie star. I gave him my card and told him to call me."

"Really?" Stacy said cautiously. "Isn't that a little....dangerous?"

"It could be. That's why I want you to go with me."

"Go where?"

"To meet him. I'm going to ask him to meet me somewhere so we can talk. I want you to go with me."

"Probably wise," Stacy said. "When?"

"Sometime tonight."

They met in a juice bar. When Stacy followed her to the table he looked perplexed.

"More than I had hoped for," he quipped.

"This is Stacy," LeighAnn said. "She's an observer."

"Indeed?" he said. "Never a participant?"

"Depends on the game," Stacy said.

"What is the game?" he asked.

"My husband has been unfaithful. I'm getting my vengeance," LeighAnn said.

"And I am to be the weapon of your vengeance," he said with finality.

"If you want."

"You're a beautiful woman, LeighAnn. I'd be a fool to say no."

"I have no intention of this becoming a long-term relationship," LeighAnn said.

"I understand."

"However," Stacy interjected, "I happen to be available."

"Are you really?" He smiled broadly.

"What you two do afterwards is none of my business," LeighAnn said. In fact, she thought she'd like the idea of having him nearby afterwards. Every time she looked at him, she'd have the satisfaction of knowing he'd taken her in vengeance for what Mike had done.

They agreed on a Tuesday evening in two weeks. Mike would be out of town on a business trip. Steve would come to the house at around seven. They would have sex. Then he would leave.

"How many times?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'll tell you when we're finished," LeighAnn said.

"All right. I'll be prepared to spend the night."

"Fine. But when I say it's over, you leave."

"Agreed," he said. "What about Stacy?"

"What about her?"

"Will she be there?"

"I don't know? Why should she be?"

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable knowing she was there?"

"I'll have to think about it."

In the end, she did ask Stacy to be there. "You don't have to do anything. Just be there for me if things get out of hand."

"Fine," Stacy said. "Whatever you need."

"You're a good friend, Stacy," she said.

He arrived on his bike. All he brought with him was a small backpack with the essentials; toothbrush, razor, deodorant. She showed him the way to the shower and handed him two large, fluffy towels. He smiled and said, "Thank you." 

She met Stacy in the kitchen and poured them each a drink.

"You making one for him?" Stacy asked.

"I don't think he drinks," LeighAnn replied softly.

"How do you feel?" her friend wanted to know.

"I don't know, exactly. I've got butterflies. And, I'm a little pissed off. Mostly at Mike for putting me in this position. I guess I could back out if I wanted to. But, that wouldn't give me my vengeance."

She paused, sipping her drink.

"I'm usually pretty loud," she murmured apologetically. "I'm sorry if it disturbs you."

"I'll do my best not to listen," Stacy said. They smiled at each other. Both of them knew she'd be hanging on every moan, whimper, squeal and shout.

"But, if I call for you, you'll come running, won't you?" LeighAnn asked.

"Scouts honor," Stacy answered.

They stood at the bottom of the stairs. LeighAnn looked at Stacy and smiled wanly.

"Look," Stacy said, "go up there and have the time of your life. You getting laid, that's all. And, the best thing about it is you've got Mike's permission. Guilt free sex, hon. Enjoy it. Have a ball!"

"I've been wet ever since he walked in. My body says to go for it," LeighAnn said.

"Then let go and have fun," Stacy urged. "It's probably your one and only chance."

LeighAnn impulsively kissed her on the cheek. "You're right. I'm off to get laid by a terrific looking stud. I am going to have fun," she concluded definitively, then stepped purposefully up the stairs.

Stacy admired her as she climbed. Her tight, white middy tube set off her tanned midriff. Her white short-shorts clung to her, showing off her long, shapely legs. Stacy curled in a corner of the long, softly-cushioned sofa, she picked up a magazine and idly flicked through it, imagining the scene in her friend's bedroom.

He was toweling his hair when she walked into the bedroom and kicked off her slip-ons. Soon, she thought, she'd be as naked as he was, under the weight of his body. And that body was fine, she thought, looking him over appreciatively. She hadn't done that since high school.

She shocked herself with her own frankness. "All those hours of bike-riding have paid off," she told him. "Your body looks great."

"Thanks," he said. "You have any preferences on how we do this?" he asked.

"Yes," she responded. She slipped her top over her head exposing her breasts. "Start here," she told him holding up her left breast. 

She sucked in a sharp breath when his lips locked around her nipple. She could feel his teeth and tongue teasing it, sending spasms like little electric shocks through her. Her hands cupped the back of his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her to him. She moaned softly as the warmth of those shocks arrived down there. She could feel the flow of her secretions beginning again.

While he sucked, nibbled and teased her nipples, shifting from the left to the right, then back again, her hands found the button to her shorts. She deftly released them and let them slide down her thighs.

She pulled away from him gently.

"Let's turn back the bed," she said, somewhat breathlessly, noting his state of arousal. "I don't want to get come stains on the comforter."

"How far?" he asked, going to the opposite side of the bed from her.

"All the way. We're not going to need them," she answered.

They stripped the comforter and sheet from the bed, leaving them in a rolled up pile near the foot. She walked back to him and cupped her hand under his erection.

"You want me to use a condom?" he asked.

"Not unless you think we need to," she said. "Do we?"

"Clean bill of health here," he answered. "You?"

"The same.

"Missionary style for the first time," she instructed. "I want to be able to tell the son-of-a-bitch I'm married to I spread my legs for you voluntarily."

"Whatever you say," he replied.

She lay on the bed and motioned for him to join her. He crawled up from the bottom to where her knees were cocked upright and together. He gently kissed each of her knees and she spread them for him. When he began to kiss her thighs she took his chin in her hand and lifted it.

"Not this time," she said. "I just want you to fuck me."

He smiled and eased his way up her body, positioning himself. She took hold of his manhood and guided him toward her, sliding it up and down her wet slit. She placed it at her opening and murmured, "There." He slid slowly inside her, his eyes focused intently on her face.

Downstairs, Stacy could hear nothing but the gentle ticking of the mantel clock. She had put aside her magazine and was admiring the decor of her friend's home. The narrow recessed shelves on either side of the fireplace was a nice touch. A few books on several shelves. Another held a small china planter with a small dangling plant of some kind. Stacy's knowledge of household plants was sadly truncated, she admitted. One of the shelves held a small photograph taken at Mike and LeighAnn's wedding. Mike was beaming. LeighAnn was fully gorgeous in her wedding dress. Stacy thought it was the sexiest wedding dress she'd ever seen. There was an oval cut-out in the bodice which allowed LeighAnn's cleavage to show through.

They had plenty to drink at the reception and danced until they were virtually exhausted. Stacy smiled as she remembered taking the young groomsman into her bed that night. She was convinced now that he had been a virgin. Their first joining had been awkward and rushed. He spent himself after too few strokes within her. But, then, as the night went on, she had showed him the joys of oral sex, given and received. As dawn broke the following day, she remembered, they had joined in a glorious moment of shared ecstasy. Then he had left to go back to Indiana or Iowa, or wherever the fuck he was from and she'd never heard from him again. But, oh, that wonderful moment! That was hers to keep forever.

She became aware of a sound, something almost feral coming down the stairs. She looked to see if one of the family pets had gone rabid when she realized the sound was of her friend in the throes of her passion. She cocked her head a bit to listen.

The sound was guttural, really. It was slightly wrapped around an "oh," but quavered as it tumbled down the stairs.

Stacy lifted herself off the sofa and went to the first landing, three steps off the floor. She could hear better there. LeighAnn's moan increased in volume and length. Stacy imagined the picture in the bedroom; LeighAnn under Steve's weight, feeling him thrust into her. In her mind she watched as his member thrust in and out of her, glistening with her lubricant. Stacy felt herself moistening. She licked her lips, unconsciously, her breathing had made them dry. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound, a vague slapping almost overwhelmed by her friend's cries of passion. Then came the first words she could make out.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard. Make me come again! Oh, fuck, yes!" LeighAnn yelled.

Stacy's privates were no longer moist. They were wet, now. She unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled the zipper down. She slid her hand along her flat belly, digging her fingers into her folds, seeking the hard nub of her clitoris. Her mouth was open and her breathing ragged as she fondled the sensitive button. She heard LeighAnn cry out again.

"Yes! That's it! I'm coming! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhh! Fill my cunt with come! Do it nooowwwwww!" LeighAnn wailed.

Stacy heard him growl with his exertion and then an elongated groan and he shot his load inside her friend. She humped her hips upward and slid two of her slender fingers in her hole. Damn, she thought, I'd like to get some of that hot, hard cock inside me right now. With her thumb she tweaked her clit while her fingers drove in and out of her hold. She could feel the climax building inside her like and ocean wave. She pressed harder and faster urging herself to her passion ridge.

It took all her self-control not to cry out with the release. Instead, she merely exhaled, loud enough to give her concern, but certainly softer than her normal vocal explosion at release. She slowed her rhythm to a comfortable titillation and tried to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes her gut flipped over inside her.

Standing on the upper landing, LeighAnn and Steve were naked and looking down at her.

"Oh, shit!" Stacy said, withdrew her hand and hastily zipped and buttoned her shorts.

LeighAnn smiled. Steve was grinning from ear to ear, his strong white teeth almost gleaming.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Stacy stammered. "It was the noise," she tried to explain.

"I told you I might get loud," LeighAnn said.

"Yes," Stacy murmured. "I'm sorry."

"I think it's a turn on," Steve said.

"Go get cleaned up," LeighAnn ordered.

"Oh," Steve said, his smile fading. "Are we finished?"

"Not by a long shot," LeighAnn answered. "You go get cleaned up. I need to talk to Stacy."

Steve's smile returned and he waved lightly to Stacy as he left for the bathroom.

"I've got his come running down my legs," LeighAnn observed as she stepped down the stairs. "Let's go into the kitchen. I'll use paper towels."

Stacy led the way into the kitchen and sat somewhat dejectedly at the breakfast bar. "I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"Don't be," LeighAnn directed as she swabbed the inside of her thighs with damp paper towels. "It doesn't make a shit to me."

"I had no idea it would be such a turn on," Stacy explained.

"Really? Huh. Me, either," LeighAnn said.

"You want me to go?" Stacy asked.

"Nah. You might as well hang around. Maybe we'll see if hearing somebody get fucked is a turn on for me, too."

"You mean...."

"Yeah, sure. Why not? No reason you shouldn't get laid, too, as long as he's here," LeighAnn said. "If you want to..."

"But this is supposed to be your..."

"I know, I know," LeighAnn waved her objection away. "And I am going to fuck him again, in just a few more minutes. You might as well come along."

"Well, it is something to think about," Stacy mused. "Is he good?"

"Damned good," LeighAnn assured her. "The best I've had in years. You'll like him."

There was a long silence. Finally Stacy said, "I'm glad you're not pissed off."

LeighAnn slid off her stool. "Come on then. I'm off to play his whore. Quite frankly, I'm enjoying the shit out of this." LeighAnn turned and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Stacy followed.

They found Steve lounging on the stripped-down bed. LeighAnn walked into the room and beckoned him to come to her. Steve rolled off the bed and ambled toward her. When he was about an arms-length away from her she put her hand on his chest and stopped him. She dropped to her knees and took his flaccid member in her hands. She began by licking the tip, then swirling her tongue around the head. She pulled back, seemed to change her mind, kissed the tip gently, then pulled back again. She looked up at him.

Stacy hitched a shoulder against the door frame and watched. LeighAnn looked over to her. "Are you going to join this party or just be a spectator?" she asked.

"I'm just going to watch for a while," Stacy answered, admiring Steve's physique.

"Then run and get the videocam," LeighAnn ordered. "Let's get some evidence to show Mike I'm not over the hill."

"Now wait a minute," Steve protested. "I don't want some maniac husband chasing me down and killing me for...."

"Relax," LeighAnn directed. "We're not going to show your face or anything. Just the vital parts."

"Oh," Steve relented. "I guess that's okay."

Stacy returned with the videocam.

"You've used it before," LeighAnn reminded her. "Just remember to keep his face out of the frame, okay?"

"Okay," Stacy said, twisting the camera around in her hand, checking for the various buttons. "I put a new tape in, okay?"

"Good," LeighAnn answered. "Let's start rolling."

She kissed the tip of Steve's cock and licked around the head again. She hummed lightly as she inserted the head between her lips. She slid it out of her mouth and looked up. She sucked his length into her mouth so that it bounced against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but continued to push him down her throat, consciously relaxing her muscles. Steve groaned with pleasure at the sensation.

"If you don't stop," he told LeighAnn in a softly strained voice, "I'm going to come in your mouth." LeighAnn stopped.

She eyed him crookedly from her kneeling position. She licked at him gently a couple of times.

"Get a close-up," she told Stacy. "Then it will be my turn," she said, stuffing his manhood back into her mouth.

Steve put his hand on top of her head. His hips thrust forward as he started to fuck her mouth.

"Just remember," he groaned, "I warned you."

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, increasing the speed of her thrusts against him.

She cupped her hand under his scrotum and massaged his massive testes. Her finger probed behind them for the stretch of skin between his sack and anus and lightly scratched him. Steve's thrusts increased to meet her own. She urged him on to his climax with her lips and fingers until he thrust hugely. She tightened her grip on him with her tongue, pressing his hardness against the roof of her mouth. Then she sucked mightily as his semen exploded from him.

LeighAnn backed away from him so Stacy could get a close up of the spurt of his come shooting into her mouth. This accomplished, she shoved him between her lips and started sucking.

LeighAnn sucked and swallowed, then sucked and swallowed again. His member swelled and spurted several times. As his contractions subsided she stopped swallowing, holding a fair content of his essence in her mouth.

She released him, then opened her lips, a small dribble of his come dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She swiped a finger at the errant stream and tucked it between her lips. She tongued it for the taste, then swallowed.

"Good," she said, then standing in front of him asked, "Good?"

"Excellent," he replied. "But it will take a few minutes for me to recover."

"That's fine," she told him. "You can return the favor while we wait." She climbed onto the bed and beckoned for him to join her.

When Mike watched the video on Friday night he saw LeighAnn kneeling on the bed facing the wall. Her hands grasped the top brass rail of the headboard, as far apart as they would reach. Beneath her, Steve lay on his back, his tongue buried in her sopping wet pussy. LeighAnn was humping his face, making his nose stimulate her clit while his tongue slid in and out of her hole like a tiny, very active prick.


Vengeance



'Cette histoire, je l'ai catalogué dans "Lesbian sex". Malheureusement, elle ne passe pas pour le moment. Je vais persister'

Vengeance

Ayant fait le deuil de mon compagnon, je désirais tout de même me venger. Je me mis alors à surveiller sa petite dinde. C’était une ravissante petite blonde, bien foutu, de longues jambes, un cul de déesse et une paire de seins d’enfer.

Je découvris que la belle aimait les ballades en cheval. Je pris des cours accélérés et m’inscris dans son club d’équitation. On ne risquait pas de voir mon ex gland de mari vu qu’il détestait les bourrins à part dans son assiette. Petit à petit j’arrivais à mes fins et me fit de sa compagne une excellente amie.

On faisait de longue promenade ensemble et lorsqu’elle m’invitais chez elle, je trouvais toujours un moyen pour me désister.

Un jour, alors que l’on faisait notre ballade en pleine campagne, nous fûmes surprise par un violent orage. On tomba sur une maison abandonnée. On entra à l’intérieur les vêtements trempés. Il fallait vite se réchauffer sinon on risquait de prendre froid.


Je trouvais du bois et allumais un feu dans la cheminée. Une fois celui-ci bien partie, je me déshabillais.

-Fait comme moi Sylvie. Il faut retirer nos vêtements humides sinon nous allons prendre froid. »

Elle s’exécuta. Je retirais également mes sous-vêtements. Elle me regarda surprise.

-Il faut tout retirer, crois moi. »

Je suspendis nos affaires près du feu. Je pris la couverture que je ne manquais pas de prendre et l’enveloppait dedans. Je la frictionnais vigoureusement pour la sécher et pour qu’elle se réchauffe. Elle était légèrement halé et on voyait la trace de son bikini échancré. Elle était très belle. Je me séchais à mon tour.

-Ca va? » lui demande je

-Ca va! Heureusement que tu es là. Je suis incapable de faire ce que tu fais. »

-Pas de problème. Détend toi, je pense que nous allons rester un certain temps ici. L’orage ne se calme pas. »

-Tu crois? »

-Oui! Je vais faire rentre les chevaux. Installe toi près du feu et réchauffe toi. »

Je fis entrer les chevaux dans la pièce. J’amenais de la paille, que j’avais trouvé dans une pièce à côté et retirais leur harnachement. Je faisais tout cela nue. Depuis mon voyage au Maroc, je n’avais plus de pudeur en présence d’une femme. Je remis du bois dans le feu et allais bouchonner les deux chevaux. Elle ne me quittait pas des yeux.

-On dirait une amazone. » finit elle par me dire.

J’éclatais de rire. Pendant que je frottais les bêtes avec de la paille, je parlais avec Sylvie de tout et de rien. Elle ne me quittais pas des yeux, fasciné par mon énergie.

-Voilà, ils sont propre maintenant. » dis-je.

Je caressais les deux chevaux leur donnant du foin à manger. Le feu diminuait.

-Je vais chercher du bois à l’extérieur. »

Je sortis toujours aussi nue et 2 minutes plus tard j’étais de retour. La couverture gisait près du banc à côté de la cheminé presque éteinte. Sylvie n’était plus là. Je remis du bois et le feu reparti.

Je cherchais alors Sylvie des yeux et la trouvais avec les chevaux. Je fus surprise par ce que je voyais. Elle était à quatre pattes, nue, entre les deux bêtes, la tête baissée.

-Ca va Sylvie? » lui demande je en m’approchant.

Elle ne bougea pas, restant à quatre pattes.

-Je peux faire quelque chose? » demande je inquiète sur son état mentale.

-Tu peux…J’aimerais… que tu me bouchonnes aussi. »

-Pardon! »

-S’il te plait, bouchonne moi comme un cheval. »

-Tu es sûre? »

-Oui, je veux que tu me frottes. »

Je m’agenouillais près de ce corps magnifique, pris un poigné de paille et commençais à frotter doucement le dos.

-Plus fort, s’il te plait? »

J’appuyais alors comme elle le désirait laissant des marque dans son dos. Elle gémit. Je frottais alors son dos, ses fesses, ses jambes. Son corps ondulait sous ma main. Je frottais ensuite son ventre, ses seins. Elle gémissait un peu plus.

Trouvant que cela était suffisant, je me débarrassais de la paille et caressait son corps plus doucement. Elle frissonnait et respirait rapidement. Son corps ondulait merveilleusement sous ma main. Je passais alors ma main sur son ventre remontant vers sa poitrine dont les tétons dardaient d’excitation. Elle poussa un cri lorsque je les touchais. Sa poitrine était si parfaite que j’avais cru qu’elle se l’était faite opéré. Je ne vis pas de trace d’opération.

Je pétris un peu sa poitrine. Elle gémissait de plus en plus appréciant ma caresse. J’abandonnais sa poitrine et fit glisser ma main vers son pubis. Sa respiration s’accéléra. Mes doigts touchèrent son pistil humide de rosé. Elle cria à nouveau. Je lissais sa fleur, cueillant au passage sa liqueur. Je remontais alors ma main et lui présentais mes doigts devant sa bouche. Elle les suça avidement.

Je m’agenouillais alors derrière elle. Je pris ses fesses entre mes mains et caressais sa chatte juteuse l’ouvrant petit à petit. Doucement je déposais quelque baisé sur ses adorables fesses. Je me dirigeais petit à petit vers l’objet de mon désir. Je sentais qu’elle ne demandais que cela. Elle trembla à nouveau lorsque ma bouche se posa sur ses lèvres intimes. J’ouvris la bouche sortit ma langue et dégustais sa liqueur. Elle jouit sous ma bouche. Je la buvais alors avec voracité, maintenant ses fesses afin de ne pas perdre le contact tant son corps vibrait. Je faisais aller et venir ma langue entre son petit œillet bleu et sa chatte. Elle jouit encore une fois.

Elle se calma un peu. Elle me dit son désespoir lorsque je retirais ma bouche de sa grotte en fusion.

-Non ne me laisse pas comme ça! Bouffe moi je t’en pris. »

Ne tenant pas compte de ses désirs, j’allais chercher la couverture près du banc. Trouvant l’idée de nous installer avec les chevaux très bonne, leur chaleur permettant de nous réchauffer, je posais la couverture près d’elle. Je la fis s’asseoir dessus. Je m’agenouillais face à elle.

Nos yeux étaient plongé les un dans les autres. J’approchais mon visage du sien et posais mes lèvres sur les siennes, mes lèvres encore couverte de ses liqueurs. Elle ne se fit pas prier pour ouvrir sa bouche. Nos langues se mêlèrent furieusement. Notre baiser fut passionné.

Je finis par comprendre pourquoi mon mari m’avait quitté pour cette fille. Elle était belle, désirable, et savait bien embrasser. En plus je ne pouvais être que admirative sur la façon dont elle s’était offerte à moi.

Je quittais sa bouche et la fit s’allonger. Je m’installais confortablement entre ses cuisses et repris mon repas. Je ne pouvais quitter ma position tant la belle était délicieuse. Elle finit par avoir son orgasme. Elle sombra dans un profond sommeil.

Je m’allongeais près d’elle, roulait la couverture sur nous deux et m’endormis.

Je fus réveillais par la chaleur du soleil sur mon visage ainsi que de petit baiser. J’ouvris les yeux et la vit souriante face à moi. Elle finit par embrasser ma bouche.

-Je n’ai pas eu le temps de te remercier hier soir. C’e n’était pas ma première expérience avec une femme, mais se fut la plus intense. »

Ainsi donc la belle avait des aventures lesbiennes. Elle repoussa doucement la couverture. Sa bouche m’embrassa dans le cou et elle commença à explorer ma peau.

-On m’a dit que j’étais assez douée » dit elle alors qu’elle embrassait ma poitrine. 

Elle était sur la bonne voie. Mon corps tangua et ma cyprine commença à perler. Elle quitta la poitrine descendit le long de mon ventre et arriva près de mon pubis.

-On m’a même dit que j’avais une langue très agile. »

Elle embrassa fiévreusement ma chatte et sa langue pointa entre mes chairs. Se fut à mon tour d’être emporté sur les vagues du plaisir. C’est vrai que la coquine était douée. Elle arrivait à la hauteur de mon initiatrice. J’eus mon orgasme, mon premier depuis ma séparation d’avec Ute.

Elle s’installa alors entre mes bras. On s’embrassa tendrement nous caressant mutuellement.

Il était temps de rentrer. On se s’habilla.

Alors que je scellais mon cheval, je la vis sortir un téléphone portable de son sac à dos. Je la regardais surprise.

-Je dois appeler mon compagnon pour qu’il ne soit pas inquiet. »

-Pourquoi ne l’as tu pas utiliser hier pour appeler du secours? »

Elle me regarda l’air malicieux.

-Je trouvais la situation trop excitante pour la gâcher avec un coup de fil. J’ai préféré éteindre mon portable et je n’en suis pas mécontente. Allo mon chérie…»

Je la laissais à sa conversation. Je pensais avoir été la seule maîtresse de la situation la veille, mais c’est elle qui m’avait en fin de compte possédé.

Je sentais que je n’étais pas au bout de mes surprise avec cette fille. Je ne comptais plus me venger maintenant. Je ne pensais plus qu’à une chose : la revoir au plus vite pour boire à nouveau sa liqueur.



Vengeance



"Sweet is revenge – especially to women." (Byron)

Karma was young, very young, and if they could have found him he would have been in deep trouble with the criminal law. But the name, address including the company he worked for had all been false.

She had been so young that when her menstrual period failed to happen she thought it was just an anomaly, it had happened once or twice before. By the time it was realised she was pregnant it was considered too late to abort the foetus and so she carried it to full term. 

For some years she and her child continued to live with her parents until finally they said they were getting to old to have a child around the house. By then she was making a sort of living working for a florist so she moved out with her son, Dane, into a small unit.

The man she had known as John Amos had left a deep scar on her psyche; a bitterness that spilled out to embrace all males; a desire for revenge that that took in all the vile race of men.

Working in a florists she often had men come in to buy flowers for their wives or girl friends. She viewed this cynically as mere bribes to seduce their women as John Amos had seduced her.

One dilemma she had was the fact she had a son. He might have been a consolation for her, but such was her resentment that he too was seen as one of the enemy.

Had she received counselling or treatment she might have overcome her deep seated anger, but she so far covered it up that no one realised what was boiling inside her. 

As far as Dane was concerned anyone looking from the outside in would have found no fault with her treatment of him. She worked, cooked, washed, cleaned and made sure he was always adequately clothed. What the outsider could not or did not see was the lack of affection, the love that one anticipates a mother giving to a child.

Karma found the way to wreak her revenge on men was by exploiting their weakness for attractive women. For this she was well equipped both facially and bodily. She lured on the unfortunate males who were drawn to her; lured them on to the point where at the very moment they thought they had reached the entrance to paradise, she drew back from them.

At some she laughed as they flushed with embarrassment and frustration; others she railed against as filthy swine, telling them that "I'm not that sort of girl." She seemed not to realise the danger she put herself in, but somehow she avoided being taken against her will.

She had built a dam wall that held back her emotions, leaving only the dry bed of a stream beyond the dam.

* * * * * * * *

It was when Dane entered those years of roaring hormones, puberty, that Karma saw him growing towards manhood and clearly identified him as one of her enemies. This was reinforced when she inadvertently walked in on him just as he stepped out of the shower. Relaxed from the shower he had an erection of considerable dimensions. For a few moments she stood watching him, and then slipped out unobserved by Dane.

There was further reinforcement when she noticed that he got erections in her presence.

Karma was well versed in the ways and desires of men, and she knew that sons often went through a stage when they sexually desired their mother. 

Given the lack of affection he received from her it may seem strange that Dane should have been drawn to her sexually. But it may have been this very lack of warmth and the hunger for the love we all need in our lives that exacerbated his sexual desire for his mother.

To what extent Karma consciously exploited Dane's feelings is hard to determine, but conscious or not she started the same tantalising and tormenting she engaged in with other males. 

Living together in the same house made this tormenting more exquisitely agonising for Dane than anything the other men had born. Karma missed no chance to appear before him in a state of semi nudity, and seeing is manhood rise in response she rejoiced. She went even further and taunted him for his inability to control his urges.

As the years passed and Dane grew to full manhood her mocking became more pointed, revealing that she knew that she was the object of his sexual desire. She sneered at him saying, "I know what you want, but if ever I have a man again he'll be areal man, and not some half-baked boy."

How Dane bore her derision seems hard to understand, but it seems that he followed his mother in at least two aspects – the ability to dam up his emotions, and her vengeful nature. 

If I might pursue the analogy of the dam, water builds up behind it and the dam is in danger of collapsing unless the pressure is relieved. With our emotions it is similar. They can build up to the point where they explode violently. Dane's emotions had reached explosion point and now being independent he had decided it was time to leave this insane environment. 

He had announced his intention to Karma, who had made no comment, but inside she was angry at the thought of losing what she saw as her readily available victim. This led her to take one step too far.

* * * * * * * *

It was a Saturday morning, and just a week away from Dane's intended departure. As was her custom Karma came to the breakfast table clad only in the flimsiest of night dresses. This of course was part of her Dane mocking. She knew quite well that although Dane may have reached the point of hating her, he still desired her and she could arouse him with ease.

Sitting at the table, Dane opposite her, she leaned forward so that the loose top of her nightdress fell open and he could see his breasts.

"Yes, you'd like to touch them, wouldn't you, you want to suck my nipples, what a pity you can't, what a pity you've got to leave without every fucking me."

One step too far; something seemed to explode in Dane's head. The dam broke and he went berserk. Suddenly rising he swept the crockery from the table in a violent gesture, and then went round to Karma's side of the table. He seized hold of her, dragged her to her feet and then bent her face down on that table.

Karma had been taken completely by surprise; shocked, she at first made no resistance.

She knew Dane was strong, but he proved to be even stronger than she had realised. When she did start to resist it was too late. He had raised the hem of her nightdress to expose her buttocks and genitals. He was standing behind her and she felt the head of his penis probing for the entrance to her vagina. 

She tried kicking back at him but failed to make contact, and as his penis penetrated her he said in a low menacing voice; "You've tortured me long enough and now you're going to get what you've been asking for."

"No...no...don't...she screamed, but he took no notice and thrust viciously into her. 

She felt the tight fit of his penis and its pressure against the top of her vagina. She ceased her hopeless struggle and began to plead, "No...don't...don't come in me...please don't you'll make me pre...oh God...no...no..."

Again she was too late. She felt his sperm hammer into her, spurt after spurt, filling her with his seed. When he had emptied himself into her he did not immediately pull out of her. He was breathing heavily as she sobbed beneath him. 

"Was that man enough for you?" He sneered.

The violence that had broken down his restraint had released something in her. 

"How could you...how could you...your own mother...?"

"A mother who used me like an emotional punching bag," he replied coldly.

"You don't know what you've done; you might have made me pregnant."

"Perhaps that what I wanted to do, in fact I'll probably take you again to make sure."

She waited for him to start moving in her again, but he didn't. He withdrew from her and she stood upright and turning saw him putting his penis away in his jeans.

"Well, are you going to call the police and tell them I raped you?"

She did not reply. She went wearily to the bathroom and washed out his sperm in the vain hope that she might prevent pregnancy. From there she went to her bedroom and lay on the bed weeping. 

She knew she had brought this situation on herself, that she had driven him too far. She also began to see the futility of all those years in which she had sought male victims – years she had wasted taking useless revenge on men whose crime had only been to desire her.

Well, her wish for revenge had come full circle, since revenge was what Dane had wreaked on her. She had sown dragon's teeth and reaped a whirlwind.

* * * * * * * *

She rose and dressed and went to the kitchen. Dane had gone and she stood for a while looking at the place where he had bent her face down on the table. 

It occurred to her it could have been so different; it could have been different with so many men. Just supposing she had set aside revenge and let one of them, even Dane, have her body in an act of love?

She remembered how tightly Dane's penis had fitted into her vagina and how it had pressed against the top of her vagina. For all that she had protested and struggled and feared becoming pregnant, there had been an element of pleasure in what he was doing to her. 

He had said he would do it to her again, that he wanted to make her pregnant. Would he try again, and if he did, would she resist him? 

But where was he? Had he fled, fearing that she would call the police? If he had fled would she ever see him again? Had he left her as John Amos had deserted her?

She went to his bedroom and looking through his wardrobe she saw he had taken nothing. He would come back, and if he did, would he keep his promise to take her again, for now she had come to see it as a promise. She wanted him, but next time she wanted it to be an act of love, not bitterness.

He came back just after midday. He found her in the kitchen. She heard him enter and turned to face him. There was silence for a few moments and then she asked, "Did you really want to make me pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I just went mad."

She went to him and placing her hand on his cheek said, "We haven't had much of a life together, have we?"

"Oh, I knew about you and my father, grandma told me, and I tried to understand, but when you...when you kept...when you made me the target it all got too much."

"I don't want you to leave, Dane. I can't bring back all the years when I've been an evil bitch to you, but couldn't we make a better future."

"You want to after what I did to you?" 

"Yes I do. I know now that every time I tormented you I was also tormenting myself. What you did to me was what I really wanted you to do, if not in the way I wanted. It could have been like this."

She stood close to him and kissed him softly on the lips letting her tongue flicker over them.

"That is how I would like it to be, darling."

"You mean, you've wanted me...really wanted me when you..."

"Yes. You said you'd do it to me again, are you going to keep your word?"

He looked at her for a few seconds and then pulling her close kissed her hotly, his mouth open, tongue probing. 

"God, you'll never know how much I've wanted you," he said as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

His hands shaking he fumbled to strip her and then strip himself. They fell together onto the bed and her hand grasped his penis and he kissed her wildly as with one hand he cupped her breast, and with the other explored her vulva. 

He wanted to do everything to her at once. She was begging him to penetrate her, but instead he knelt between her legs, and putting is hands under her buttocks he raised them to expose her sex organ to him, and kissed her vulva and then started to lick her.

She tasted and smelt sweet and as he started to lick her clitoris she began to writhe and whimper, until with a sudden convulsive movement she screamed and clutched his head to her. 

Her whole body was shaking as the jolts of her orgasm racked her. Before she had finished Dane knew he was close to coming. He came over her and penetrated, thrusting deep into her wringing more cries and sobs from her. 

The first eruption of his seed into her dragged another scream from her and she was moving to his rhythm as he poured into her.

They descended from the heights together, the anger and bitterness of the past dissipated in this act of passionate love. 

Despite the many times they came together after that, Karma thought that this first time they loved was the moment when he impregnated her. When some weeks later she told him she was pregnant he expressed his delight.

* * * * * * * * 

Karma's life had never been happier. She was assured of Dane's love and of the life of love that was before them. 

One afternoon she came home from work. Dane was usually home before her, but the house had a strangely empty feel about it. She called his name but got no answer. She decided that he had made a detour on the way home for some reason, and set about preparing the evening meal. 

When nearly two hours later, and with the meal spoilt, he still had not arrived, she grew anxious. She thought of accidents and had visions of him in hospital, or even dead. She started to roam round the house as if she might find him in some corner.

It was when she entered what had been his bedroom that she stood still with shock. All the signs were that there had been some packing taking place. She looked into the wardrobe and his clothes had gone. 

She stood still as if paralysed, unable to take in what she was seeing, and then staggered to the bedroom they had shared in recent weeks. On the bed there was an envelope, and with hands shaking so much she could scarcely open the flap and extract the note inside she somehow knew what it would say. She was right, but it was worse than even she had anticipated.

Dearest Mother,

And what a dear you have been for most of my life. You sought revenge and you got it so many times, much good it did you.

You are not the only one who could be hurt and bitter, and so on behalf of all the men you manipulated with your body, and also on my own behalf, I wreak vengeance on you.

You should be grateful to me because after all I've left you a little something to remember me by. 

You will never see me again, and it's no use you searching for me. 

"If you prick us, do we not bleed/if you tickle us, do we not laugh/if you poison us, do we not die/if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

Your onetime son and lover Dane.

* * * * * * * *

An angler reeling in his line thinking he had hooked a big one saw an arm rise out of the water. The police were called and the body of a woman was recovered. She was considerably decomposed but eventually dental records revealed her to be Karma May Riddell. 

In search of relatives to inform they learned that both her parents were dead, and they failed to trace her son. Despite notices in the newspapers asking for anyone who was related to her to come forward, no one ever did.

* * * * * * * *

There is a young man huddled in the corner of his room in a mental hospital. He sits there rocking incessantly and moaning, "Mother...mother...mother..."

Where he comes from is unknown, as is his name.

When picked up by the police as he sat in a gutter weeping he was asked his name. He replied, "My name is Retribution." In the hospital he is known as Ret. 

"Can a man carry fire in his bosom and his clothes not be burned?" (Proverbs 6:27)



Vengeance



I was watching the ball game when the phone rang.

"Hello," I mumbled, half annoyed at the interruption.

"Daddy please come and get me," my daughter sobbed into the phone.

"Where are you baby and where's your date?" 

"I'm at the hospital daddy. I've been raped!"

"I'll be right there!" I shouted into the phone. 

I shot out the door like a rocket and headed for the hospital driving way too fast. I jumped out of the car and careened through the emergency room doors.

"I'm Bill Taylor," I grumbled to the reception nurse. "Where's my daughter?"

"Sir, if you'll just fill out these forms, you can go see her."

"Stick those forms up your ass! I want to see my daughter right now! That bureaucratic bullshit can wait!" I yelled at the nurse.

I guess she could see that I was in no mood for silly hospital games.

"Calm down and follow me," she said.

I followed her down the hall and into one of the reception rooms. My daughter, Marsha, was lying on a cot. Her clothes were off and she was sobbing to herself.

I sat beside her and held her hand. 

"Oh daddy, thank God you're here. These people haven't been very nice to me. I've been raped and it hurts so bad. Look at it! It's still bleeding!"

A brief look at her poor, ravaged pussy revealed that she was, indeed, bleeding.

Another nurse had appeared in the room. 

"Did you guys run the rape kit on her?"

"Yes sir, we did. She's been raped all right but the police don't believe that she identified the right person."

"Who did this honey?" I asked my hurt, broken daughter.

"It was my date, Everet Simpson. He raped me in the park and then lied to the police. They don't believe me daddy!"

"Where's the cop?" I asked the nurse.

"I'm right here Mr. Taylor. What do you want to know?"

"If she identified the culprit, why isn't he in jail?"

"He claims he was with his friends all evening and five of them swore to it. We had him downtown for about two hours but his dad's attorney showed up and we had to let him go."

"Surely you don't believe that little son of a bitch! Throw his ass back in the can. We'll press charges."

"I would if I could Mr. Taylor, but it is a lot more complicated than that. He has an air tight alibi so we can't hold him."

I was completely pissed off. My blood pressure was going up. My hands were shaking. A tear drizzled down my cheek. I swore under my breath.

"Give me that god damned paper work so I can get my daughter out of this rat trap!" I demanded.

A nurse showed up with a clipboard and I quickly filled out the papers. By the time I finished my daughter had stopped bleeding. The nurse gave her a kotex, she put on her clothes and I gathered her into my arms and carried her to the car. She cried all the way home. During the next six months we did everything we could think of to get Everet Simpson arrested, but his dad had lots of money and lots of lawyers. It slowly became apparent that the little bastard was going to get away with it.

"Marsh, it looks like we're never going to be able to get that asshole convicted," I told her.

"Make him pay, daddy. I want to watch him bleed and squirm. I want to hear him squeal and beg. I want to hear him scream like a girl!"

Now, I'm not superman but I was in the Army Special Forces for eight years. I still maintained contact with some of my old buddies. I got on the phone to Jake Earl and old war partner of mine who was living in Chile.

"Hey, Jake, how're they hangin'?" I greeted.

"Is this Bill Taylor?"

"Right the first time, amigo. Listen, my daughter Emily and I are going on vacation and I was wondering if we could bunk in with you for a couple of weeks."

"Frank, you are fully aware that I would do anything for the man who saved my ass."

"Great! We'll be there next week! Thanks a lot Jake."

"Why are we going to Chile daddy?"

"You remember how that little snake engineered an alibi? Well, we're going to manufacture one too and it's got to be a good one!"

I knew that Jake would cover for me and I also knew he had a private plane. Perfect! Emily and I got our visas and waited for the big day. Soon we were flying into Santiago. Jake met us at the airport and we got into his Cessna. His ranch was near the Peruvian border just out side the town of Arica. It was just like one of those pictures of a typical South American ranch. We bumped down on a private airstrip and taxied right up to the door.

"You're gonna have to bunk in with your daddy," Jake chuckled, "We don't have many bedrooms and I've got visitors from Caracas here this week."

Emily looked at me and smiled. We packed our bags into the small bedroom.

"Oh daddy, this is just perfect! We're on a wild adventure and I get to sleep with the man I love!" she chirped. 

She jumped right into the middle of the bed.

"Home, sweet home!" she giggled.

"Don't get any crazy ideas," I admonished, "We're here on business."

We went into the main dining hall and had a late supper. Wandering back to the bedroom, she hummed a happy little tune. I peeled down to my boxers and climbed between the sheets with my back to her. I felt her slip in behind me. Her bare nipples poked into my back. She had stripped completely. 

"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" I croaked.

"I'm going to tell you something daddy. That little beast we are after scared me so badly that I'm sure I could never trust another man. But I trust you."

Her hand snaked over my hip and grabbed my dick which was getting harder all the time.

"Don't so that, baby girl. You don't know what it does to me."

"Yes I do daddy. I'm giving you an erection. You see, I want babies, but I don't want boys. I don't trust them. That leaves you. You will give me my babies!"

I swear that until that moment I had never had a carnal thought about my daughter. But now, she was slowly jacking my cock. We were miles from civilization and she seemed determined. 

"You know I love you Emily, but this is so wrong. It's incest! They might throw us in prison in this country for what you are thinking. Please let me go while you still can. Much more of this and I won't be able to stop," I croaked.

"I don't want you to stop daddy. The only sex I ever had hurt me terribly. I just know there is something better. Just relax and let it happen," she panted into my ear.

I rolled over so I was facing her. The trickle of moonlight revealed the determination on her face. She now had my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. I was screwed. I scooped her up to my lips and rammed my tongue into her mouth. We broke the kiss.

"That was so sweet daddy. Let's do it some more."

I held her tightly and kissed her hard. She responded with a squeal and a lot of tongue. I was now well past the point of no return. My hand crept down her body and I gently rubbed her pussy.

"Does that hurt you, honey?" I asked, concerned.

"No daddy, I'm all healed. It feels wonderful to have you squeezing my pussy. Don't stop. Put your finger in me."

I poked my finger into her tender little vagina and waited for her to scream. Instead, she grabbed my hand and jammed my finger as far into her as it would go. I pulled my finger from her and licked it. I had to have it! I kissed my way down her body stopping briefly to suck on her nipples. She moaned. My tongue made a wet trail all the way down to her center. I licked her pussy and sucked on her vagina. More girl juice dripped out of her onto my waiting tongue. I grabbed her clit with my lips and gently rubbed it with my tongue.

"Oh God, daddy, do it some more. I'm gonna cum! Oh! Wow! I love it. We can never stop!" she declared.

I could feel her liquid draining onto my chin. I dropped her clit and rubbed my nose in her wet pussy.

"Are you ready to make a baby?" I asked.

"Yes daddy, put a baby in me. Do it now! I can't stand it anymore!"

I let my cock slide up her leg, stopping just short of her vagina.

"Grab my cock and pull it into you," I said.

The velvety wetness of her pussy lips slowly engulfed my rock hard dick as I plunged gently into her.

"That feels better than anything I've ever felt in my life," she smiled. "Do it some more."

My cock pumped in and out of her as if of its own volition. Her sugar walls were driving me out of my mind. She was really tight and really wet. Her juices coated my dick as I pumped harder and harder into her center. I felt her tighten around my driving pole. The end was near.

"You're going to cum," I whispered.

"Yes, I know. I can feel it swelling inside of me. Squirt me full daddy. Don't take it out. Just leave it in me," she whispered back.

I clutched her beautiful little body to mine, straightened out over her just as she reached her climax.

"I can feel it daddy!! I can feel your sperm inside me. Oh, I hope this brings us a baby!" she exclaimed.

"I want what you want sweetheart. Let's rest for a while. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Okay daddy. That was so sweet and so good. I want to do that forever!"

The next morning I had a long talk with Jake. The plan was for him to fly to the States, grab the asshole and fly him back here. This is where he would pay. Jake, never one to let things lie, spent two days planning his trip north. He would fly his little airplane all the way to our home town, capture Everet and fly his dumb ass back here. That way, when we got home, we could deny everything and the visa information would back us up.

It took Jake six days to retrieve the rat. The little Cessna plopped onto the ground and Jake got out pulling Everet with him. We took him to the barn. He blinked his eyes as the blindfold came off. We had him suspended on a rope by his wrists.

"You cocksuckers better let me go! My daddy will get you for this!" he screamed.

"There is someone I want you to meet," I said quietly.

My daughter entered the barn. When Everet saw her he froze.

"Hi Everet, remember me? The last time I saw you, you were raping me, taking my virginity. We couldn't make you pay in the States, but you're going to pay now!" she remarked with an evil gleam in her eyes.

"I'll give you anything you want," a suddenly contrite Everet whimpered.

"What you took from me cannot be so easily repaid. You're going to hurt the way I was hurt. We may or may not kill you depending on your attitude. Starting now, you will address me only as 'mistress' do you understand?

"Yeah," Everet answered.

Marsha hit him across the lips with a heavy stick. "Wrong answer, asshole! Try again!"

"Yes mistress," Everet whimpered.

Marsha stepped forward and jerked his pants and shorts off. His dick was hanging limply down his thigh. Marsha swung the stick, landing it right on his dick head. 

"AAAAHHHHH!" he screeched. "What are you going to do to me, mistress?"

"At a minimum I'm going to fix it so you can't rape anybody anymore."

"Oh God! Are you going to let me go home then, mistress?"

"Forget home. You no longer have a home or a family. In a year or two, you'll be just an unpleasant memory."

Marsha produced a long, sharp knife.

"What are you going to do with that, mistress?" the terrified Everet babbled.

"Do you know what a eunuch is? Well, you're going to be one!" Marsh answered.

"Oh damn! Please don't do that! I'll do anything you say mistress just please don't cut my nuts off!"

"I remember begging you not to stick your nasty cock in me but you did it anyway. Time to pay up!"

Marsha swung the knife and cut his entire package off. He screamed like a girl as she smiled.

They got the bleeding stopped just as Everet passed out. 

Everet woke up in an alley in Kabul. He tried to scream but found that he no longer had a tongue. How would anybody ever know what happened to him? He would die in an Afghan jail three months later.

Meanwhile Marsha and I returned home. I thought she might have some regrets, but for the first time since the rape she seemed happy. As soon as we got home she headed for the bedroom.

"Come here daddy," I heard her yelp.

I walked into her bedroom and she was already nude.

"Marsha, we've got to get this travel dirt off of us," I complained.

"I don't care if we're dirty. I have to have you in me right away! I want a baby and I want it now!"

So I stripped my dirty clothes off and crawled into bed as her little fingers curled around my cock. Her wet, hungry lips sucked in their prize as she polished my knob. She didn't let me cum. She whirled around and jammed my cock into her quivering quim. Her pussy squeezed me as I sank into her depths. 

"Come on daddy, fuck me hard. Give me my baby!" she squealed.

I pumped her as hard as I could. Her pussy was twitching around me, sucking, milking. I couldn't hold off. My toes curled and I straightened out over her like a board as I shot my semen deep within her.

"Leave it in me daddy! Don't pull it out yet. I want to feel it inside me."

We didn't conceive our child that day but eight weeks later she displayed a little blue stick. Smiling, she waved it at me.

"You did it daddy. I'm pregnant. I can't wait to have our baby. Come on, do me again! I want to celebrate!"

It is true that the cops questioned us about the whereabouts of Everet but our passports confirmed that we were out of the country before the little prick disappeared. The deal was sealed when I told them that I hoped the little son of a bitch was dead. After that, they never questioned us again. If the dumb ass justice system had done its job, the shithead would still be alive. He'd be in jail, but at least he wouldn't be a dead eunuch.

Now, five years later, Marsha and I have three little boys. We moved to another state and became man and wife. She has never spoken of the vengeance she exacted on the rapist and I never talk about it. Eventually, time will erase all memory of the incident. 



Vengeance



Chapter 1

I heard her screeching cry and went running. When I reached her, it was too horrible. I broke down in tears. Her windshield was broken out, her body badly dented, headlights broken. Even the tires were slashed.

I put the key in the ignition and quieted her screech. The sudden quiet overwhelmed me and I bawled louder. Friends helped me back inside the office where we made the necessary calls. I even called the insurance company. "Don't worry," she had said, "we won't stop until you're satisfied with the repairs."

I didn't want repairs. I wanted my Corvette back in the same condition she had been in when I parked her this morning. She would never be the same. I vowed vengeance on the perpetrator. And I was pretty sure who it was.

Home courtesy of friends and I had time to think. In the middle of my plans for vengeance, the phone rang. Caller ID told me the perp had called to gloat. I hit "record" and picked up the phone, but said nothing. "Hello?, Hello?" Still I said nothing.

"Fred, I know you're there. Say something! It was just a prank and I got carried away. I know the insurance company will pay for it. I hope you didn't call the police. You know you were pretty hard on me last time. Fred? Fred?"

"This is over the line," I said finally. "You'll really pay for this one." I said it quietly but with the intense emotion I was feeling, and hung up. I checked the recording. I had it all down digitally including the caller ID. My plan would work well. He would squirm and suffer for this one.

Chapter 2

It's a long story. Joe and I had never really liked each other, but it had never come to something like this. Over the years we get a little juiced and feeling immortal, we'd do something to piss off the other. My last one must have really set him off, but I never expected a response this violent.

Now, with his admission on the phone, I'd get him back and he would hesitate to retaliate for fear of landing in jail for several years.

I began by sending him the tape via one of those supposedly untraceable email accounts. He wouldn't be able to respond to the email. It would just lay coiled in his computer mocking him, haunting him.

I waited several days between the first email and a second. The second was the law. Not only the letter of the law, but precedents clearly showing that he would spend several years behind bars on conviction for what he had done. A third reminded him that he would lose his job and probably never work as an FBI agent again, or, most likely, with any other law enforcement agency. He'd even be unlikely to get a job in private enforcement. He'd end up being a thug for someone.

In the fourth I reminded him how former law enforcement inmates fared in prison. This one included photos of beaten and stabbed inmates. I even found some of men in prison being fucked in the ass by other prisoners as well as being fucked with a variety of gruesome objects. These were the most fun to track down and include.

He called after each email apologizing and promising everything he could think of to get me to promise not to ruin him.

The trap sprung in the fifth email. In this one I gave him GPS coordinates telling what I wanted. I watched from hiding as he tore out the door and headed for the message. The building was closed, but paying no attention to that fact or to the security cameras hidden around it, he quickly picked the lock and was inside. Now my video camera and the building's security cameras had him breaking and entering as well.

He found the box containing the message and snatched it up to open it. The booby trap fired an incendiary device and the building began to burn at an accelerating pace. Obviously in fear for his life and out of sheer terror that he might be blamed for the fire, he bolted from the building with the box leaving the door to the building unlocked and raced off in his car.

I followed.

He stopped some distance away. There were sirens in the distance. The interior light came on in his car. He read the note and drove slowly home. The note said, "Your sister."

Chapter 3

His sister was a beauty. A girl that even as she was growing up that I lusted after. Years younger than I, she was now in her early twenties. For some reason brother and sister lived together. I believe she had a job, but, since it didn't matter to my scheme, I had never checked.

With the antagonism between Joe and me, I could never have dated her, but that didn't stop me from lusting after her. Occasionally I'd see her around town and the sight would always leave me slightly breathless, frequently with a raging hard on if I dwelt on her sensuousness as my eyes followed her.

Now I would have her. One night would do. I'd make it a good night.

Two nights later when I was sure they were both home, I sent the 6th email. "There's a bus stop at 23rd and Elm. Have her bring her cell phone and take the north bound bus at 8:00 PM. I'll call her and tell her where to get off. If she's not on the bus, your ass is grass. Tell her why she's doing this and that it's all over for you if she doesn't cooperate." I described the clothes she was to wear. She had only 10 minutes to get to the bus stop, not enough time for him to set up any surveillance or track the upcoming phone call.

She did as she was told, but the call never came. I was already on the bus from the previous stop. We rode in silence. The bus was lightly loaded with people scattered from front to back. No one was talking. She sat in a front seat. I sat near the back. She was completely unaware I was there until I came up and sitting in the seat behind her told her in a low voice to get off at the next stop. I was virtually certain that he was following the bus. The stop was a busy one where I hoped that we could lose him by walking into a shopping mall and, using the subway entrance in the mall, take the train losing him for the night.

It seemed to work well. He was nowhere in sight when we boarded the subway. We got off and I walked her quickly to my parked car.

Wordlessly I unlocked the door and put her in. I wasn't worried she'd run. She knew she was mine and what the consequences of non-cooperation were.

We drove. Neither of us said anything until I told her to sit so that she wasn't sitting on her skirt. She glanced at me and raised her butt in the air pulling the skirt up behind her back and sat down again.

I continued driving for awhile then reached over and putting my hand under her skirt caressed her thighs. The straight four lane let me pay attention to her while almost ignoring the road. Surprisingly her legs parted slightly as I let my fingers glide on her thighs, outside, then inside.

My hard on was almost unbearable, but I was determined to make it last. As I caressed the inside of her thighs, the smooth, warm skin make my head spin. Miles passed and I touched her panties, felt her bush, pushed the material down into here warm, damp slit.

I stopped before I came in my pants way before I had planned to. My fingers smelled of her glorious sexual aroma.

"Turn toward me and unbutton your blouse." 

Without question, but not hurriedly, her hands went to the top button of her blouse. Their shaking made the job last as each button seemed reluctant to be unfastened. I worried that I paid more attention to her than to the road so I pulled off on a dirt road to watch. After the top button, the swell of her breasts began to inflame me more. Their rise and fall with her ragged breathing made me want to take here, but I had other plans.

After the second button, I had her pause while I ran my fingers down the soft skin of her breasts. I touched them lightly saving a fuller exploration for later.

"Go on," I said.

With the third button came a full view of her bra. It was, as I had directed, low cut, very sexy. I reached over and gently lifted one breast from the bra. The nipple was erect. I fingered it lightly. Then sat back. 

She reached the last button above her skirt. "Unbutton your skirt," I said trying not to let my voice crack with the intense sexual welling I was feeling. "Now, pull your blouse out and finish unbuttoning it."

She followed instructions well. She said nothing.

"Now, pull your blouse out of your skirt and leave it open."

Again I leaned over this time letting my fingers play across her entire chest and stomach. I lightly touched each breast over and over. Her stomach quivered at my touch. I lifted her skirt. The scent of her excitement filled the car. I roamed over her pussy, but left her panties protecting that ultimate prize, for now.

"Don't take off your blouse, but take off your bra." Every woman knows how to do that, but she did it with exquisite sensuality. I didn't know how much more I would be able to take.

"Pull your blouse back so your tits can enjoy the night air."

I felt her again, then started the car and turned out onto the highway. Truckers, guys in pickups (with and without dates), we gave them all a view. "Turn toward them and wave." She did. They honked and kept up with us for a ways. In one pickup a girl gave us a full view by opening her shirt, pulling up her bra and kneeling while waving back.

"Take off your blouse and open your window." 

It didn't add much but she was certainly a sight on that Interstate. Her auburn hair blew back. Her breasts jutted out capped by hard nipples. She continued to wave and smile. Surprisingly I believed she was actually enjoying it especially since she could justify it by being forced to do it.

Chapter 4

Not wanting to be interrupted by her brother, I had borrowed a friend's apartment for the night. As we left the Interstate and made our way along city streets, I told her to remove her panties and give them to me. With only slight hesitation she did and I put them on my shoulder to allow the fragrance of her sex to waft around me.

At my evening's lair, we stopped and parked. We were several blocks from the building. She looked at me with a frightened, hesitant look which I ignored. I got out of the car and walked around opening her door. When she hesitated to get out, I took her arm and gently pulled. She acceded and stepped out with a grace I hadn't expected. With head up and bare breasted she put her arm in mine as we walked into the building. She carried her purse, her blouse and her bra in the other hand walking with me as though this was something she did frequently. 

People stopped and stared. A friend stopped me and asked who my date was, trying unsuccessfully to look only at her face. Unabashed she turned loose my arm and extended her hand introducing herself. Those were the first words she had spoken. We actually stood and chatted with my friend for a few minutes. She broke it off by commenting that she was getting chilly.

"Would you like to feel her breasts and warm them up a bit for her", I asked my friend. 

"Do you mind," he said to her. Surprise and enthusiasm vied with each other as the dominate emotion in his voice. 

"No", she said. "I know I'd feel much warmer if you did."

He spent several minutes feeling her, caressing her, rubbing her shoulders as well as her breasts. He let the hard nipples excite the palms of his hands. I could see that he, too, was ready to come in his pants. Finally, with murmured thanks, he turned away undoubtedly to find a place quickly where he could finish by himself. 

We moved on and got a block or so before a girl friend of Sylvia's stopped us as we approached my friend's apartment building. "What are you doing!" she asked with the requisite surprise, but overlaid with a note of admiration. "Hi," Sylvia said. "Fred and I were really getting it on in the car, but we stopped to find some place more comfortable. Feel his cock. He's about to come in his pants." Sylvia reached over and grasped my cock through my pants.

"Really, feel that," she said encouragingly taking her friend's hand and directing it toward my pants again. Her friend followed through. I thought I'd die.

Her friend looked directly at me while she explored the bulge in my pants. "Wow." It was as much as an exhale as a word. Her eyes glistened.

She continued to look into my eyes, but said to Sylvia, "Are those your panties on his shoulder?"

Sylvia said nothing, but raised her skirt in response. "Wow!" It was another soft exhale. "You two need to get going." With a final squeeze she turned me loose. Her eyes had returned to mine. "Have fun." She stepped back to allow us to enter the building.

Sylvia took my arm again, but lapsed back into silence as we entered the building. There was no one in the small lobby; no one in the elevator. We rode up in silence. As we exited the elevator I was so hard I could barely walk. 

Chapter 5

We paused at the apartment door. It opened almost automatically. My friend leered at us. "Come in, come in." He continued to leer at Sylvia. Without asking permission he immediately began to roughly feel and bounce her breasts. He reached for her skirt and was pulling it up when I stopped him.

"Whoa," I said. "Let her catch her breath." Not until that moment did I really that I had become both possessive and protective of Sylvia.

"You said I could have her," he pleaded.

"And have her you shall," I replied. "But let her get inside the door."

"Who gets her first?" He wanted to know. 

I pondered briefly then made the decision. "I want her first. I'm about to die." I steered her toward the bedroom. "You can watch if you want." He needed no further encouragement and followed up into the bedroom. Without being asked she dropped her skirt and with a seeming hunger began to unbuckle my pants.

She moved with a grace and purpose that showed she was not in unfamiliar territory. Her warm hands moved quickly to open the button and zipper, then taking a deep breath she knelt and with one hand on either hip she slowly pushed my pants down. She made sure my underwear slid down with my trousers. My cock strained then was released. She worked my shoes and pants off. She made no effort to further stimulate me with her mouth. With her hands on my hips she pulled me toward her and the bed as she backed up to it and pulled me on top as we fell.

She grasped my cock and guided it quickly home.

I was light-headed, giddy as I felt it penetrate her sweet warmth. I heard a guttural noise deep in her chest. I wanted to make it last, but it wasn't to be. A dozen strokes, no more, and I filled her with my cum. She screamed over and over her pussy clamping my cock as waves of pleasure washed through her.

Was I being raped? I thought this was to be her rape.

I lay on top of her panting.

"Move. It's my turn." 

I rolled off and was immediately replaced. Sylvia's enthusiasm was undiminished. He lasted somewhat longer, but was soon still.

He lay on top of her his breathing heavy. He moved slowly in and out. I could see her pussy gripping him. 

"I want your cock in my mouth while he fucks me," she said to me in a low, hoarse whisper. She turned and twisted until she was on her hands and knees with my friend standing behind her, his cock buried in her warm pussy. I worked my way under her until she grabbed my cock and sucked it into her mouth.

Her warm mouth and the explorations of her tongue made me dizzy. She released my dick and began to lick my belly while stroking my cock with her hand. "Get me some lube, quick." And she let go of my cock.

Over her shoulder, she told my friend, "Don't you cum 'til I tell you!"

I found some Vaseline and took my place again as I handed it to her. She opened the jar and dug her finger in. I lay back as she began to work my cock with her tongue and lips. My god it was great to watch her bouncing tits react to every thrust of my friend while her head bobbed on my cock.

Then I felt her hand with an extended finger working its way toward my ass. I got ever harder as it progressed ever closer. She found the entrance and stopped to replenish her finger with another load of Vaseline. She felt around the outside. Around and around. I was trying not to cum. I wanted to save it until the last second, but when her finger finally slide inside and pressed hard, I shot like a volcano. The first shot made her more active. Her hips bucked harder, the hard nipples of her tits brushed me as they swayed across my arm, her head bobbed and she sucked harder. I kept shooting stream after stream. My friend's guttural sounds mixed with mine and hers made it clear that we had all come at almost the same moment.

She rolled over and lay on her back between us. We caressed her and she us until we were ready again. We switched places.

When day came, we slept. We all finally got in the shower together for our first fuck of the day. Subsequently dressed we went out for breakfast.

At the small café I noted a sausage link had disappeared from her plate. She had been very explicit about getting at least two with her eggs. The place wasn't especially busy and other patrons were minding their own business when she stood and faced me alongside the table. "There's a sausage in my pussy. I want you to eat it."

Dumbfounded, I looked around, and thinking the way clear, reached under her skirt. She wore no underwear. I felt her pussy. I played with her pussy. I let her stand there for awhile her face reddening as she neared a climax, I then extracted the sausage and ate it.

My vengeance may be complete, but clearly something more was just starting.



Vengeance



Today has been a really bad day! I had to leave really early for my work , and I woke up about six o'clock, much earlier than necessary, and feeling stupidly horny for no reason I can understand. I shook hubby to wake him, so that he could bring me off with his tongue, after all, what is he for, if not to satisfy me when I need it? Would he wake up, he would not!

So off to the trade show, in snowy Birmingham, with my little bud hard as a rock and me as angry as can be.

The first day at the trade was useless, and after a quick Chinese meal I'm in my hotel room alone and horny as hell!

Thank goodness for my little battery powered friend, and the fact that there's nobody in the room next to me!

Hubby is going to really pay for this morning when I get home!

They say that vengeance is a dish best served cold. Well, I had a full week of hard work, freezing temperatures, and sexual frustration to build my anger. I don't know why, but using a vibrator gets me off, but a few hours later, I'm horny again. Like Chinese food I guess!

Anyway, I arrived back Friday evening, and didn't let on that I was going to make my hubby pay for ignoring me the previous Saturday, and I was pleased to see a little package had arrived. We had a nice dinner at the local Indian restaurant, then came home for some great sex, with hubby spending hours with his head trapped between my thighs and his tongue licking and making me cum over and over. After all this and my tiring week I told him I'd sort him out Saturday night, told him not to wank, then dropped off to sleep leaving him frustrated.

Saturday was the usual stuff, shopping and other chores. I managed to secretly open the package and hide the item in our bedroom.

In the evening, after a couple of glasses of chilled white wine I suggested we pop upstairs for a little lie down before dinner, which hubby jumped at like an excited puppy. When we got to the bedroom I told him to strip and lie face down on the bed with his hands behind his back. I then cuffed him with the leather cuffs I'd ordered. They were a surprise, but he was still enjoying himself. That stopped the instant I got my first strike in with his own leather belt; it made the most amazing crack when it hit his ass, and he squealed so loud. It was brilliant!!

So, I then proceeded to tell him what he had done wrong the previous Saturday, interspersing each sentence with a blow from the belt. In all I hit him 30 times. I left him crying on the bed, while I went down for some more wine. When I returned he was recovering a bit, so I stripped and slid my pussy in front of his face and he started licking without me saying anything. Once I was fully satisfied I slid down and took his cock in my hand, and gently squeezed and released until he filled my hand with his cum. I lifted my slippery hand to his mouth and he licked it clean. I think he's getting the idea now.

Well after the long session with the belt on the previous weekend, things were pretty quiet during the week. Since we both have busy jobs we are always fairly exhausted on weeknights, and I decided not to push hubby too much as I'd taken him so far already in a much shorter space of time than I had expected.

Anyway, by Wednesday I was getting pretty horny, so when we were both relaxing after dinner, watching TV I told him that I was horny, and needed his tongue. He didn't reply, but slipped down onto his knees, removed my 'home' trousers and knickers, and proceeded to lick me beautifully, and even though it took a little while, he persisted until I had a lovely orgasm. Not world shattering, but very nice, and I felt very loved.

The old me would have given him a hand job at that point, but not the new me. I told him that I didn't want to make him cum, and furthermore he had better not masturbate between then and the weekend. He looked pretty crest fallen, so I decided to push it and question him about when he last had a wank, how often he did it etc. It was quite a revelation, it would seem he was doing it virtually every day during the week, only stopping himself on Friday, so he was horny for sex with me at the weekend.

I told him in no uncertain terms that he had to stop, and that if he couldn't stop by self control, I'll get a device to lock him up so he can't pleasure himself.

I can't be sure, but I think he restrained himself until Friday, he certainly kept touching me and trying to get me interested, but I resisted his advances. Friday evening we were both as horny as hell, so I told hubby that I was still so angry about his masturbating that I was going to start a regular discipline session, every Friday evening to remind him to avoid self pleasuring.

I made him strip, put him over my knee, and gave him 15 mins of paddling with my Hearts paddle. When I'd finished and his bum was all red and covered in mini heart marks, I told him he'd have to wait until Saturday evening for sex, but that I didn't see why I had to wait. He got to work with his tongue, and I kept him at it through three delicious orgasms. Delicious for him, anyway and satisfying for me, especially seeing the pained puppy dog look on his face when he realized that I meant what I'd said!



Vengeance, a Flash Story



"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. 

I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too many questions. I discretely hit the record button on my phone. When I was safely on an airplane flying in the opposite direction I opened my laptop and added structure and punctuation to words that were torn from his very soul. I am the omnipotent narrator, not the judge of morality. The protagonist swears the story is true. I will leave that to the reader to decide. All names and places have been changed.

Constructive criticism is always welcome. Ad hominem attacks will, of course, be deleted.

If you enjoy this missive I encourage you to read my earlier works. Thank you.

*****

I once heard a man describe his wife as "the moment I saw her I wanted to fuck her brains out. The moment she spoke I knew someone had beat me to it." That was my Samantha, as stupid as she was beautiful.

I met Sam when she was being fired for crashing my client's computer network by downloading a cute kitty video. Unfortunately said kitty was actually a vicious malware lioness in disguise. 

She looked like she needed a friend so I offered to carry the box containing her personal property as the head of security escorted her off the premises. Okay, I admit I thought I would have no trouble getting into her panties if I befriended her. I soon learned she never wore any under her short skirts..

Fast forward six months. Her childlike simplicity and unquenchable appetite for sex won me over and I asked her to move in with me. Six months later we were married.

The night before our wedding I took her arms and said, "I will be your champion, slaying dragons and breaching castles for your amusement. I pledge my eternal love and devotion." All I asked, demanded, from her was absolute fidelity. "If you ever so much as kiss another man in a romantic way our marriage is over. You will not get a second chance. No, I will destroy you and whoever was foolish enough to incur my wrath." 

"I love you and would never do that, " Sam swore.

The first two years of our marriage were so incredible all our friends were jealous. Sam excelled as a spoiled wife. She spent her days exercising or being pampered at the spa. We ate dinner out almost every night in Chicago's finest restaurants. I draped her magnificent body in designer clothes, suitably ornamented in the finest jewelry. I loved showing her off.

Then one day she announced she was bored and wanted to get a job. Try as I might I couldn't shake her determination. I even offered to stake her to her own business, a high end boutique...anything she wanted.

"No, I want to do this on my own." 

Much later I learned two divorced "friends" from the health club had sowed the seeds of discontent in my wife. These bitter women had lost their husbands to younger women and took a perverted joy in ruining happy marriages. Week after week they worked on Sam until they convinced her she was not being appreciated by me and the key to her freedom was getting a job so she would have her own money.

So Sam set off into the workforce in search of a position that would "complete her." Now a beautiful woman wearing a $500 dress has no problem getting an interview. Her problem came when they asked her hard questions like, "What office skills do you possess?" 

After three months she had been on dozens of interviews however no one had so much as called her back to say sorry, we don't have a position for your unique skill set. At least that's what the form letter I send out to unqualified losers says. 

Then one afternoon she came home so excited she could barely speak. She had been hired as a personal assistant. 

I asked her a few easy questions, like who hired you and what are your job responsibilities. Sam forgot the company's name but was sure she could find it again. The only thing she remembered was the position involved travel. 

"With whom?" I asked.

She rummaged through her $1,000 Gucci bag and found a business card. "There," she announced, "I'll be working for Andrew V. Carter & Associates.

The card was a cheap rectangle of white card stock with black ink...no color, no graphic. Just Andrew V. Carter. President, CEO and a phone number. 

What a cheap asshole, I thought.

"And what exactly does Andrew V. Carter & Associates do?"

"It has something to do with importing, or was it exporting, things."

I took my wife's in my arms and looked her square in the eyes, "Samantha, I have a bad feeling about this. Let me check him out."

That led to our first ever knockdown, drag out argument. "You don't want me to succeed. You only want me to hang on your arm like a Barbie doll."

Truth be told that was really all she was qualified to do.

Sam was stubborn as a jack ass. She dug in her heels and refused to listen to anything I had to say. She squared her jaw and glared at me. I knew that look meant she would take a beating rather than admit she was wrong.It tore my heart but I said, "I hope it's not too late when you open your eyes to the truth." 

I discretely had my investigators launch a full investigation of Carter. On Sunday evening I received an e-mail with a full dossier. Carter was a two bit importer of knock off products which they sold to dollar stores. A significant portion of their business was generated at regional trade shows which is where Sam came in. The present sales staff was all male, age fifty plus. 

Sales were way down as Chinese manufactures were cutting out the middle men, jobbers as they were known in the trade, and selling direct. With a big trade show coming up in New York Cater had met with his sales staff to brainstorm a solution. The future of the company hung on this show.

The idea had been floated that the easiest way to increase sales was to have a beautiful woman is a short, make that very short skirt, and revealing blouse man the booth. Sam had a closet full of outfits which met the uniform requirements. It was obvious Carter didn't want a personal assistant, he wanted a cock magnet. 

Things were pretty quiet Sunday. On Monday morning Sam was dressed to the nines. I complimented her and offered to drive her to work. She surprised me and said yes. I surprised her with an Italian leather briefcase. Sam accepted my gift with, "I'm going to do you proud."

Carter's warehouse had definitely seen it's better days. It was a rambling three story building which, if it ever knew paint, it was only a nodding acquaintance at best and a long time ago at that. Even the sign was faded.

Sam looked nervous as she surveyed the ramshackle building. After a couple minutes she leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my lips...an act which she had denied me since Friday.

"I guess this is it."

"I guess it is. I'll pick you up at five."

She kissed me again and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," I responded.

That day dragged on forever. I was waiting at the end of the block for the clock to flash 5:00. When it did I pulled up in front of the main entrance. 

A score of men wearing cheap suits walked out in a gaggle. That must be the sales force I thought.

A few minutes later a handful of older women left. All were dressed for working in a warehouse.

I waited ten minutes before I entered the lobby. I could hear Sam laughing in the distance. I spied a bell on the receptionist's desk and rang it with vigor. My wife called out, "I'll be right out."

The moment I met her new boss I immediately recognized him as a lothario. The bastard didn't even extend his hand to shake mine; he just gave me a smarmy smile.

The moment we pulled away I warned my wife, "He watched you like a lion stalking a gazelle."

"Don't be silly, he's just a good salesman...always on." 

"Good salesman my ass. The man wholesales knock-offs made by slave labor. He, like his products, appeals to the dregs of civilization."

Sam didn't speak again until I pulled up at one of our favorite restaurants. 

Tuesday morning Sam again dressed like she was going to a dance. When I asked her why she was so dressed up to work in a dilapidated warehouse she announced she knew how to get to work and would be driving herself. She walked out without answering my question or kissing me goodbye. That evening she came home excited after a day learning their product line. She even had a bag full of junk. I did my best to feign interest as she described each. 

Three bad things happened the second week. Sam, still overdressing, began going to lunch with Carter so they could discuss the product line. She also started to work late with him to prepare for the New York trade show. The last straw was she stopped answering my phone when he calls because they were too busy with work.

The shit hit the fan on Thursday when Sam came home a few minutes before ten. I gave her an ultimatum...quit the job or else.

"Don't be such a drama queen...it's just a training period. After the trade show things will settle down." 

I begged her to quit and again offered to stake her to her own business...a store in the mall...anything she wanted. 

Again she demanded I let her succeed on her own. 

On Friday Sam ignored ten phone calls and didn't get home until after 11. I was waiting at the door when she came in. "Is there a problem with your phone?" 

Sam instantly became a raging bitch because I doesn't trust her. "I would never stand in your way if you got a big career opportunity."

"Big career opportunity! You're making minimum wage...the jewelry you have on are worth more that his whole business."

Sam spit venom with her response, "Why don't you trust me!" 

"I trust you...I don't trust Carter. I have seen far too many predators like him. Besides, what exactly are your qualifications for this job other than being beautiful? Is there a reason why you're dressing like a model to learn about a 99 cent piece of plastic in a filthy warehouse?"

The shit really hit the fan." We have a three day long trade convention in New York next week and I'm going whether you like it or not. Get used to it."

"Then get used to living alone because if I goes like I'm afraid it will I won't be here when you return. Our marriage will be over."

"I can't believe you said that...you and I should be planning how we'll spend my paycheck check...we could save it for a vacation to Europe...Hawaii. Anywhere you want."

"Europe! Hawaii! Are you high? You're making $13 an hour...before taxes! You couldn't even afford to buy us a steak dinner with your paycheck." 

Sam stormed out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom. We did not speak all weekend. 

On Monday morning a limousine picked her up. I kissed her one last time and said, "You've made your choice. I hope you can live with it." She didn't respond. 

It took some doing but I had arranged for a private investigator to get the seat across from her and Carter on the flight east. The cheap bastard flew coach. My man guaranteed he would be able to provide audio and video of their entire trip.

I was foolish enough to have expected a phone call from Sam to say they had arrived safely instead I heard from my PI. "They were giddy as school girls who thought they were getting away with something. Carter kept putting his hand on her thigh. She protested the first few time but finally let him touch her." I damn near smashed my phone.

He then said he would be handing off surveillance to an associate so they don't recognize him.

I had a hell of a time not calling Sam and telling her I knew what they were doing. But that hadn't worked before. So I invested my time in planning phase two of my plan.

That evening I received a detailed text from my PI. They spent most of the day in business related functions. Unfortunately at six they went to their rooms and changed for dinner. I didn't recognized the little black dress Sam had on. 

The detectives instructions were not to intervene unless it looked like Carter was forcing Sam to do something. They were to observe and document. It was killing me but she had to choose our marriage of her own free will. But that wouldn't stop me from giving it one last try. 

I watched the video of them walking into the restaurant hand-in-hand in real time. I called my wife but it went straight to voice mail. So I called the restaurant and had Mrs. Samantha Weatherstone paged. She was none too happy I was checking up on her. "I worked hard all day and am having dinner in a snack shop. You have some nerve calling me to check up." 

"Well maybe if you had answered any of my calls or texts I wouldn't have to track you down. Samantha, I love you more than life itself. That is why I'm giving you a last chance to save our marriage. I know you're not eating in a snack shop. This is the first time you've ever lied to me and I'm willing to forgive you if you tell Carter you quit. There will be a first class ticket waiting for you at the airport. Please, if you love me, if our marriage..."

The phone went dead. My wife had hung up on me...on us.

My PI streamed me video of Sam drinking with Carter. That bastard heard our conversation and I could tell he sensed he had picked right when he hired Sam. He acted like he owned her, pawing her as he plied her with liquor. An hour later my man sent a video of them going into his room. I had to turn my phone off because I couldn't bear to watch the feed from the cameras they planted in Carter's room

Later, after a couple of stiff drinks, I listened and heard him saying shit like what a shame it was her husband didn't want her to succeed. He said I was jealous of her success. "Stick with me and I'll make you the most successful saleswoman in the business." My idiot wife ate up his line of bullshit and ended our marriage.

My next call was to some associates at the convention center in New York. 

Carter had already verified his truck had arrived that morning and was waiting to be unloaded. Inside was the booth-the largest and most lavish at the trade show- and thousands of catalogs and tens of thousands of free samples. The booth would occupy twice as much space as his largest competitor. It featured the finest in video and lighting effects. 

Minutes later Carter's 40 foot intermodal container vanished from the loading dock. It would turn up empty a week later at a truck stop in New Jersey. 

I spent the night sitting in my recliner hoping against hope Sam had come to her senses.

The next morning my PI confirmed they spent the night in his room and fucked."He treated your wife like a prostitute. The moment they got in the room he pulled her dress off. Then he pushed her on the bed, tore off her panties, and shoved his penis in. He didn't wear a condom. Thirty seconds later he climbed off of her, wiped off his penis on the bed sheet, brushed his teeth, and announced he was going to sleep."

I began to cry.

"After a few minutes your wife rolled onto the other side of the bed." The PI said it didn't look like she had a moments sleep. "I could hear her crying most of the night." 

I tried to control my anger as I placed two more calls, this time local. I said exactly one word to each, "Go."

The next morning I had the concierge slip a note under Carter's door addressed to my wife. "I called your room all night but there was no answer. I guess that means good bye forever."

The PI said she screamed and started crying hysterically about how she made a huge mistake and Carter had better stay far away from her or else.

"What do I care...I've fucked a lot better than you. Now get your clothes on you've got a job to do." He picked up her dress off the floor and threw it at her. 

Sam begged him to give her return ticket. He laughed in her face and called her a stupid whore. "If you want to get back home you better get your ass ready to tease my customers. Sam ramped up the volume, "You got me drunk and raped me!" 

"I didn't force you to do anything. If you call the police they'll take one look at how you were dressed and know you're a whore." 

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door; it was one of the salesmen. Sam grabbed her dress and scurried into the bathroom. Carter opened the door butt naked holding Sam's lace bra. He wanted to make sure Angelo knew he had scored. "Boss, we've got a big problem. I was in the convention hall checking out our space but nothing was there."

"What do you mean nothing was there?"

"I mean nothing. The booth isn't there...none of the boxes. No samples; nothing. I talked to a guy at the dock and he said the truck wasn't there. 

Carter turned pure white. All he could manage to say was "Fuck." 

It took a while for Sam to compose herself enough to call me. She evidently decided to play it stupid, a frame of mind at which she excelled. I didn't answer but let it go straight to voice mail. Even though I knew it wouldn't change anything I had to know if Sam was going to own up to her actions. I was sorry I listened because all she did was lie. "I'm sorry honey, I took a sleeping pill and didn't hear the phone." With her boss's cum in her cunt she had the nerve to say, "I love you. Please call me when you get this message." 

She called every ten minutes after that.

I ignored every one. Instead I called my lawyer and told him to prepare the divorce papers. 

Carter meanwhile was melting down. The trade show opened in thirty minutes and he had nothing. He began making frantic phone calls. The police were no help. Cameras covering the truck dock showed a white truck without any license plates or name had driven away with it last night. They said a detective would be by in an hour or so to investigate. 

Carter called the warehouse and told them to get together all the catalogs and brochures they had and get them on the next flight to New York. There were pretty slim pickings. Carter ended up spending the day sitting on a borrowed bar stool in front of a cardboard sign he had made at a office supply store. His sales staff looked awkward trying to sell invisible products. Sam looked like hell as she stood by herself in a corner crying softly. 

Andrew Carter & Associates quickly became the butt of jokes amongst the attendees. His Chinese competitors, whose booth was right across the aisle, smiled politely and bowed towards him every time they passed out one of their endless bags of swag. 

A pallet full of boxes finally showed up late on the second day of the show. Their contents, however, were outdated catalogs and last year's no longer hot products.

My man said a few people stopped by to talk to Carter but no one wanted to place an order with a jobber who most agreed wouldn't be in business in three months. Instead his competition sucked up all the orders.

By the end of the second day Carter was a broken man. He finally acquiesced to Sam's demand that he let her go home. He was filled with rage as he screamed, "When we get back to Chicago I never want to see you again." 

Carter gathered his sales staff and told them to soldier on even as he beat a hasty retreat. He directed one of them to trade in their tickets and get them a flight home as soon as possible. Sam wasn't very happy when she learned the flight didn't leave until 10 the next morning and spent the night locked in her room.

She dutifully texted me her flight information; Flight 901 arriving at O'hare Field tomorrow morning at noon. Then she added, "I miss you." 

Even though they sat next to each other neither spoke. Carter was too busy trying to figure out how to restructure his line of credit since he no longer had any receivables to collateralize it. Sam stared straight ahead and prayed the whole flight that she would be able to salvage her marriage. 




Vengeance, a Flash Story



One of the fringe benefits of working for a venture capitalist is I knew people who could make things happen without wasting time on paper work. These are people who exist in the darkest of shadows and a lot of them owed me favors. Big favors. The two phone calls I made earlier had put everything in motion.

I knew she would be wheels up on the airplane at 9 AM local time. I waited until the plane was airborne and she was out of communication to cancel both of our cell phones. Next I cancelled all of our credit cards and transferred every last dime we had in the bank to a shill account. By noon the money would be untraceable. 

Some asshole in a black robe might say she's entitled to half but she can go fuck herself.

There was a knock on my door and a team of movers began packing all of my personal property for storage. I reclaimed all of the jewelry that hadn't made the trip to New York. 

Twenty minutes after the movers left a bulldozer and small crane were unloaded in my driveway. No questions were asked, they just began reducing my $500,000 house to a neat pile of rubble. When they were done they also vanished into the mist like the mythical Brigadoon.

My detective had a seat the row behind Sam. He said neither spoke a single word on the flight. The moment they landed she tried to power up her cell phone. She got real nervous when she learned her service was cancelled. 

Sam damn near ran down the jetway to get to a pay phone. A man in a black suit holding a sign with her name stood in front of the pack of departing passengers. She assumed it was the limo driver to take her home and asked if she could borrow his phone.

"Are you Mrs. Samantha Weatherstone"

"Yes I am. Now could I please borrow your phone."

He handed her a large manilla envelope. "You've been served. And no, you can't borrow my phone. "Sam was getting frantic.

"I don't see our driver." Carter said.

"Get the fuck away from me or I'll scream."

Sam found a phone bank and tried my cell phone. She got a this number has been disconnected message. Then she tried my office number, the one I told her was for emergencies only, and was advised no one by that name worked there. I had already left for my new position at our Los Angeles office.

Terror gripped her as she remembered the envelope. She tore it open and read Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Samantha dropped to her knees sobbing. Pictures of her naked with her boss fell out.

What she didn't know was his wife was getting an identical set of pictures delivered at that same instant. 

Airport security was alerted to a woman having a medical problem and a team arrived to render assistance. One of them claimed her bags while the paramedics tried to determine what her problem was. A security guards spotted the divorce decree and discretely passed the word. She begged them to help her get a taxi, "I have to get home before it's too late," she begged.. Since she wasn't trying to drive they cooperated and got her a cab

She pleaded with the driver to go faster. When they got close to her tony subdivision she sat forward and began telling the driver where to turn. 

As they rounded the bend Sam looked puzzled then let out a bloodcurdling scream as she realized her house no longer existed. 

The driver wanted to get away from the crazy lady and demanded his $45 fare. She was numb as she handed him her credit card. He tried running it. "It is no good." She tried every card she had; all were rejected. "If you do not have money I will call police."

Sam started rifling her pockets and finally came up with the fare. 

The driver placed her bags on the sidewalk and laid rubber to get away.

Samantha dropped to the ground. She could barely breathe. Everything was gone. All her dreams shattered. 

Epilogue

Carter's day ended as badly as it had begun. 

A couple of my associates followed him to his North Shore home; they were driving a pick-up truck they borrowed when the driver ran into a convenience store for a pack of cigarettes. They watched from down the street as Carter got out of the limo and walked to the front door, his shoulders drooping. He never even made it to the front door before his wife charged outside and thundered, "Keep walking you no good cheating son-of-a-bitch." She waved the pictures of him fucking Sam in his face. Carter was speechless as his wife verbally assaulted him. 

A couple of the neighbors came outside to see what was going on. 

Carter's BMW was parked in the driveway and he was able to get inside while she pounded on the windshield. "I'm going to divorce your cheating ass!" She picked his suitcase up and smashed it against the glass shattering it. Carter backed over his lawn to make his getaway. He never even noticed he was being followed. 

Carter stopped at a bar and ordered a double Scotch neat. He washed that down with another.

An hour and three stiff drinks later Carter made things easy as he drove to his warehouse. .

That same night Andrew Carter & Associate's offices and warehouse burned to the ground. It was the lead story on the news for two days. It was a most impressive fire with trucks from seven suburban departments joining in the battle. You might remember the flames licking up to the sky as they purified the earth from the stench of Andrew Carter. 

It was still smoldering the next day when firemen were able to enter to strike down hot spots. The fire burned so intensely from all the paper and plastic it took another two days for the arson investigators to find the charred remains of Carter. The skull had a big hole in it; a pistol with one bullet missing was found a few feet away. 

The body was so consumed the coroner couldn't tell Carter had been tortured for over six hours before he was allowed to blow his brains out. They were able to verify him using dental records.

I hear the pain was so intense he begged to be allowed to kill himself. They were very careful not to break any bones...but boy did they inflict pain with a propane blow torch, melting his flesh off the bone.

The coroner's inquest panel ruled his death a suicide. Their sequence of events said he was despondent over the missing truck and complete failure at the trade show, followed by his wife throwing him out for having an affair; then he got drunk, turned off the sprinkler system and set fire to his warehouse. As the flames approached his office he placed a gun barrel in his mouth and committed suicide.

The insurance company also had a team of arson investigators combing through what little was left of the sprawling building. Their colleagues in forensic accounting verified Carter's loan would have been called and pursued their investigation as an arson for profit fire. Eventually they denied his widow's insurance claim. 

Epilogue

Because one man couldn't keep his dick in his pants his wife and children lost their home, twenty people lost their jobs, and I lost the only woman I ever loved.

As for the two witches who caused all this sadness I was assured they would never cause anyone trouble again.