0 comments/ 100498 views/ 3 favorites Vindictive By: Mrs_Takin My name is Suzie. I am a 32-year-old woman that has been separated from my husband, David for nine months. We had been married for ten years, which were mostly happy, satisfying years. We always got a long well and had a good line of communication between us; we respected one another and our sex life, to say the least, was great. We didn't have any money problems as Dave has a well paying job and I worked part time at Municipal Zoo. I took the job as to keep me busy while Dave was working. I know, it sounds perfect, and I guess it was until Dave mentioned his fantasy. He wanted me to cuckold him, you know, fuck other men. Well, I did, with great reservations, after getting tired of listening to him go on and on about it. To him it wasn't just a fantasy, but an obsession. So to satisfy his whining I went ahead and had a brief affair. Needless to say, he got jealous, we fought constantly about nothing and eventually we separated. I got my own place, a small flat on the other side of town where we lived and Dave stayed in the house. I have dated a few men since the separation, nothing too serious, but I had heard from a mutual friend that David has not been very successful at the dating game. As a matter of fact, she told me, he hasn't had any kind of female companionship since the separation. She had also mentioned that David had wanted to go back with me which was probably the reason that he had called and wanted to come over. I was still very 'ticked' at David for ruining my life and I devised a way to get even. I wanted to make him feel as rotten as what I have felt since my infidelity. I wanted to make him squirm. I took a hot bath, shaved my legs and trimmed the hair around my pussy. I put on a ton of make-up and wore my hair up. I was just wearing a light silk robe that tied at the waist and just barely covered my crotch, when the doorbell rang. I loosened the tie on the robe so David would get a good look at my cleavage. I opened the door and greeted David. He smiled as we exchanged pleasantries. I caught him staring at my chest and I could feel my nipples start to harden. "I don't have much time," I said, "I"m going out." "Where?...With whom?" he questioned. I lead him to the couch and reached down to move the cushion. As I did this my housecoat rose and my bare butt was exposed to him. I could hear him sigh to himself. I then turned and made sure that I brushed my breast against him as I walked past. He reached for me, but I ducked his grasp. I slapped his hands and scolded him, "Don't start, David. What do you want anyway," I said taking a seat opposite him. As I sat down I crossed my legs and the housecoat rode up exposing my outer thighs. He was drooling. I noticed a familiar bulge starting to form in his pants. "Are you going out on a date?" he asked. His voice was cracking and full of emotion. "So what if I am?" I answered as I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward exposing my neatly trimmed pussy just for a second. "You just look extra sexy and I just wondered," he replied not taking his eyes off my crotch. "Wondered what?" I retorted. "Wondered if I am going to get myself fucked!?" I slightly parted my legs and started to run my finger up and down my pussy as he watched. His cock was totally hard. "Well.....yes" he blurted out. "I certainly hope so!" I said. I could see from the expression on his face that he was in total emotional pain. "I hope you don't mind if I get dressed while we talk," I said as I took a black garter from the dresser and a pair of black nylons. I lifted the housecoat and put on the garter giving him a good view of my trimmed pussy. "When in hell did you start trimming your pussy like that?" he questioned. "About a month ago. Like it?" I asked showing him what he's been missing out on for the last 10 months. "Why did you start trimming it like that?" he said questioning my actions again. "Well, you never know," I teased. "Why, don't you think it"s cute?" I reached down and slowly pulled up my stockings. I turned and lifted my housecoat and asked David, "are they straight?" He gazed at my bare ass and nodded. His eyes were oh so large and so was the bulge in his pants. I reached over and pinched the end of his swollen member. "Down Boy!" I said as I could see him respond. "I've got to get ready". "Please," he begged. I had him. "Well, let's see it then," I teased. "See what?" he questioned. "Show me you erection. Show me how you measure up." I could see the excitement in his eyes as he undid his zipper and released his swollen cock. As he reached for me I grabbed his hand and put it on his hard on. "Here, play with this while I get dressed. It's the best I can do tonight, Honey," I said kissing his cheek. He started stroking his cock as I removed my housecoat and went to the dresser and removed a pair of black lace thong panties and a black demi-bra. I slowly pulled the thong into position and I wiggled my ass at David and asked him how they looked. He was drooling and started to pump a little faster. "You always did have a hot little ass!" he offered, not missing a stroke. "That's what all the boys say," I teased as I did up my bra and adjusted my breast into their confines. "All what boys?" David asked still pumping. "Well all the boys who see my 'hot little ass', stupid!" I taunted. I wanted Dave to suffer. I sat across from him and asked him how I looked as I caressed my bust and squeezed my nipples. I let my hand wander down to my crotch and slowly I caressed my pussy through my panties. It was too much for David as he started to explode. The first spurt caught me by surprise and landed on my stocking covered leg. His eyes were closed and his face was in grimace as he continued to shoot his cum. "Great shot, Romeo! Look what you've done. Now you better lick every bit of cum off these stockings and then you had better leave. NOW!" David leaned forward and licked his errant cum off my stockings. When he finished he left with his tail between his legs. When he comes over we go through the same sequence. I treat him like shit and he jacks himself off and then he leaves. I don't know if we will ever get back to living with one another, but for right now I don't really care. Vindictive "Oh Gawd," Clancy groaned, willing the banging in her head to stop. She could barely move, and she felt her stomach rebel as she swallowed hard. Her best friend had moved interstate with her boyfriend six months ago when he had taken a lucrative contract with a first grade football team and arriving early for the pre wedding mayhem Clancy had gone out with Nikki for they own special girl's night celebration. She had flashes of the night before as she remembered the pub and football fans they watched the game with early in the night while they had dinner. Clancy rolled over as the banging continued and groaned. Nikki's fiance had shown up with friends after the game to the fans delight, but she and Nikki were already well on the way to annihilation. She tried to focus her mind and piece together the events of the night before, she didn't think she had ever been drunk enough to forget everything about a night out before and wished the banging in her head would stop. The banging finally stopped. Driven from her bed by the need to pee, Clancy slowly staggered to the bathroom naked and uncaring. With relief, she left the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, she didn't care what it cost, she just knew she needed the cold water and lots of it. Draining the bottle she returned to her bed and closed her eyes. The phone in her room started to ring, and she picked it up croaking into the receiver, "Hello." "When I knock on your door again you will answer it, do I make myself clear?" The low gruff voice brooked no arguments, but she wasn't in the mood. "Who is this?" Her mind was working sluggishly to fill in the details from the pervious evening, trying to place the voice, but all she heard on the other end was a click. Getting up she grabbed a robe from the bathroom and another bottle of water. She washed her face with cold water and glared at herself in the mirror murmuring, "Will you ever learn?" The banging on her door started again, and she walked slowly to open it. The heavy set man brushed past her slamming the door behind him. "You need to sign this non disclosure agreement," his tone was abrupt. Clancy was still trying to make sense of what had occurred last night. "What the hell?" Clancy leaned back against the wall. "Football has been dragged through the mud enough lately without some little blonde bimbo giving the press more fodder, sign the goddamn paper," his deep voice began to rise in volume and had a familiar ring to it. She shook her head remembering the drunken night in more detail, sure there was the usual flirting and joking around, but nothing happened she had come home alone she didn't understand what the big deal was. "Nothing happened last night. I have nothing to tell anyone," she walked slowly back toward the bed, but he grabbed her and dragged her toward the desk in the room. For the first time she looked up into his face and gasped, her brain woke up immediately, she had known he was part owner of the team, she had joked with Nikki about maybe meeting him at the wedding, and here he was standing in her room telling her to sign something. She wasn't a massive fan, but as her brain woke up she felt herself come back to reality with a thump. Unable to help herself, she smirked, "Guess you're not used to having to ask other people for their autographs." She looked at the form it seemed a straightforward non disclosure form, and she took up the pen he offered her. He mumbled, "It covers the club, all its players and administrative persons. It is dated from yesterday until after the wedding next weekend." She shrugged and signed it, even though she was a little star struck she wasn't about to feed his ego she had heard the stories about him and his recent divorce. He had been portrayed in the media as a control freak with a short temper, who loved his stardom and the football club that he and a business partner had bought. She had heard that they were trying desperately to revive the flagging club with talent brought in for the perks he could offer them while staying under the governing body's salary cap. He seemed to relax as soon as she signed the document. "You look as though you could use breakfast," he said as she crawled back onto the bed thinking he would leave her alone now and go. Surprised, she sat up and looked at him as he picked up the phone without waiting for her answer. Sighing heavily she propped herself up into a sitting position with pillows thinking that any other time she would be grateful to have a mega star in her room but her head pounded, and she was incredibly thirsty. He picked up the phone and ordered room service for both of them and finally introduced himself properly, before launching into small talk. As they chatted, Clancy felt his warmth and seemingly genuine sincerity in every question he asked and every answer he gave her. Before long, she felt as though she had known him for years. In a way, through the media, she supposed she had. He slipped his shoes off, and then slid a little further onto the bed beside her. He loosened the buttons of the plain long sleeve shirt he was wearing and rolled up the sleeves. Clancy was surprised and amused at the sight of his greying chest hair. His smile was infectious, his eyes sparkling, she suddenly felt decidedly star-struck and in a way, one of the notable few that rose beyond fandom as he said, "You can call me Rusty." His hand brushed against her knee, and a chill ran up and down her spine. He gently cupped her face with both hands and kissed her squarely on the lips. Surprised Clancy tried to pull away, but he pulled her back toward him and repeated the kiss, this time deeper and more passionately. She became acutely aware of her bed breath and started to protest, but he ran his hands through her hair and traced the contours of her ear. His hand seemed to send an electric jolt through her as it moved to caress her cheek and travel down her neck toward her breasts. So surprised by this turn of events, Clancy couldn't catch her breath, and she trembled with shock which erupted in a surprised squeak when a knock sounded on the door. Clancy remembered the room service as Rusty as he calls himself when away from the spotlight, moved quickly to answer the door leaving her sitting there like a stunned mullet. Taking the tray from the open mouthed waiter he slammed the door in the boys face and set it on the table before filling two glasses with tomato juice from a large glass jug. Still bewildered by his behaviour Clancy accepted the glass without saying anything further. Taking a sip Clancy spluttered and looked up at him holding out the glass, "I can't drink that!" "Hair of the dog and all that, drink it," he pushed the glass back toward her, "It will make you feel better." She took another sip of what she assumed was a Bloody Mary and he sat back on the bed beside her, his body lightly touching hers. Leaning in again he kissed her his tongue darting in and out of her mouth leaving her breathless. "No," Clancy responded breathlessly. "Yes," he replied and kissed her deeply again. His hand roamed under her robe caressing her breasts and teasing them lightly. Her nipples betrayed her, forming hard peaks atop the rounded globes. Rusty moaned deeply as his fingers latched onto one and tugged it lightly while deepening his kiss as he kept her pinned beneath him. His kisses moved from her lips down her throat, his hands kneading both her breasts pushing them up to his mouth, her robe slowly fell open under his ministrations exposing more of her body to him. His hand trailed down her body forcing the last clinging stretch of the robe's sash apart and caressing her tummy he lowered the hand to rest on her pussy smiling at her lack of any underwear. Clancy's breathing became faster, and she whimpered softly, "Rusty... Please..." "Oh yeah baby, beg me, what a turn on," he breathed into her ear. "No!" Clancy tried to push him off, "What are you doing?" "I'm undressing you," he deftly pushed the remainder of the robe aside and ran his hands down her body. Clancy knew she should try to make him stop, but she didn't have the energy and her body began to sing under his touch. She watched as he lowered his head to her nipple his tongue toying with the hard pink nub her chest heaved as she drew a deep breath in pleasure. She let her head fall back, and her legs went limp as she gave in to the feelings he was giving her. She could feel his smirk against the soft skin of her breast as his hands slid down over her tummy to caress her thighs pulling them wider apart and teasing at her pussy. She was panting and hot, her hips rolling to increase the contact with his fingers when he suddenly stopped and rolled from the bed walking back towards the breakfast tray. Her eyes followed his movements her body practically crying out for attention, now that he had teased her to the point of needing more, she didn't bother closing her robe as she rolled toward him while he drank his Bloody Mary slowly. He raked his eyes up and down her body before commanding, "Close your eyes." "What?" She blurted both confused and dismayed by the request, her body still hot and her mind dizzy from the situation she was in. "Do what I said, just close your eyes," his voice was till commanding, he pulled her from the bed and stood her up gently smoothing his hand down her face closing her eyes for her. "Now keep them closed," he murmured. Clancy trembled, bewildered and a little afraid, she felt her heat rise rather than dissipate. "Do you trust me?" He whispered into her ear, his lips so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck. He bent his head to nibble her earlobe as she tried to find the words to answer. "I... I don't know... I honestly don't know you that well..." she replied feeling stupid for some reason. Of course, she knew him the whole world knew who he was. "Why not?" He breathed into her ear, kissing her cheek and making a trail across her jaw line and up to her lips. "Why not what?" Clancy asked with panting breaths. "Why don't you trust me?" His voice was a deep growl. Clancy started to open her eyes unable to take not being able to see him any longer. "I didn't say you could open your eyes," he snapped at her. Clancy jumped alarmed by the tone of his voice and closed them again muttering apologies and blushing in embarrassment. "You need to trust me for now," he admonished her, "Keep your eyes closed, and don't open them until I tell you." He leaned down and kissed her lips parting them with his insistent tongue and invading her mouth. Clancy felt the dizzy heated sensation return to her mind and body making her feel apprehensive about what he might require from her, but she needed to ease the ache that had grown in her pussy. Turning her around, so she faced away from him Rusty slipped the robe from her shoulders picking up the sash he pulled her hands behind her back and bound them there. Gently he turned her back to him standing so close she could feel his breath on her face. He kissed her then and let his lips flutter softly over her neck. His head slowly lowered down her chest to kiss and lick at her hardened nipples. His kisses returned to her mouth duelling with her tongue as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer still to grind against her showing his own arousal. Then suddenly he was gone again, and she fought against the desire to open her eyes. She could almost feel his eyes caress her as his hands returned once again to trail lightly over her skin making it goose fleshed, and a whimper escape her lips. Clancy felt his hands once again cup her breasts before running down over her hips and gasped as his kisses started in a train down over her stomach stopping just above her mound. Kissing back up to her nipples his hands drifted from her hips to her ass massaging the firm, round cheeks before pulling the cheeks apart and running his fingers between her legs teasing at the moist lips of her pussy. His teeth grazed against her nipple as one hand moved around to her pussy delving between the lips to find her clit rolling it beneath a finger in a steady rhythm. Rusty lifted the hand from her ass to keep her steady as Clancy began to lose balance under the sensations he gave her. His kisses returned to her mouth with the hungry passion of a starved man while she whimpered her hips rocking against the fingers teasing her so divinely. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God," Clancy moaned feeling detached somehow from the words leaving her lips. She heard him chuckle softly and imagined a devilish grin of his face as he listened to her moan in pleasure, thoroughly under his control. His fingers penetrated her roughly fucking into her, "Your all mine now," his voice was heavy in her ear as she breathed raggedly her hips gyrating over his teasing and fucking fingers, "Your almost there," he almost crooned in her ear, and she lost control cumming hard her body shaking and her knees buckling under the pressure of what she felt. Clancy floated on sensation and pleasure as he circled her pulling his fingers from her as she cried out her continuing climax. Discarding his pants quickly he stepped behind her his hard cock pressing against the firm flesh of her ass. He placed small kisses on her shoulders and neck while his hands stroked over her breasts and stomach. She could feel his ever present stubble rubbing against the back of her neck as he lifted his lips from her neck brushing the side of her face. His arms held her up as her legs shook and buckled below her from the strength of her orgasm. She found his nearness and scent intoxicating as he moulded his body against her. His hands moving to cup her breasts as he whispered into her ear, "You are so mine, right now." His voice held a mischievous delight, and he ground his hard cock against her as her legs finally steadied beneath her. "This feels so good doesn't it," his lips and teeth pulled at her earlobe again as his grinding became harder against her ass. "Oh Gawd..." Clancy moaned from between clenched teeth. "Mm, yes," that is the only sound I want to hear from you, "Your cries of pleasure." He moved again to stand before her making her legs holding her own weight as she straightened, "You can open your eyes now," he murmured softly. Clancy gasped as she opened her eyes to see his features so close they distorted her view. His nose was almost touching hers as he gazed into her eyes, and she was almost consumed by the smouldering look he gave her. Placing his hands on her shoulders Rusty walked her slowly backward until she felt the bed behind her and she stopped. He pushed her suddenly and she squealed as she fell back onto the bed. "Please untie my hands," Clancy asked and receiving no reply as he gazed down on her, she tried again. "Please, Rusty, It's uncomfortable like this," she almost begged. "Not yet," he finally answered her showing no emotion at all making her feel nervous again. Clancy went to roll over, but before she could complete the manoeuvre he was on top of her looking at her with a wicked grin. She felt her heart begin to race, she knew him as well any one could know a celebrity, and in that moment she realised this man was virtually a stranger to her and she had let him use her as his play thing. She felt totally helpless and at his mercy and wondered what she was thinking to put herself in this position. Rusty caressed her cheek whispering, "Shoosh, it's all going to be okay," he lowered his head and captured her mouth taking away her ability to think clearly again. Lying below him Clancy breathed heavily, and he moved down to kiss her breasts again heating her passion once more as she felt his teeth graze the sensitive nubs. She knew she was crazy to let a virtual stranger treat her like this, but it felt so good her mind felt scrambled between the need to protest and the need to beg for more. His hands and lips caressed every inch of her body murmuring so softly she could barely hear him, not making out any of the words. His hands parted her thighs making her whimper as his hot breath caressed the wet folds of her pussy. She raised her hips in need as she felt his kisses his thumbs parting her lips as his fingers clawed at her thighs. Her hips rocked as he expertly teased her with lips and tongue his hands changing position to allow his fingers entrance to her fuck hole. She whimpered and panted in her need and heat her hips bucking as he ate her hungrily and fucked his fingers into her deeply until she felt another orgasm rise within her tingling body. When he had bound her hands, she had thought he was into some form of BDSM but instead of hurting her for pleasure she was climbing toward her second powerful orgasm of the morning. Clancy was so turned on as he stroked and rubbed hard at her clit and rammed his fingers into her so hard it was almost as if he was punching her with every stroke. So aroused it felt like a lifetime that he had kept her on the edge of the abyss without letting her fall over when she finally begged him to let it end, to let her cum. "Please, Oh fuck, please let me cum," Clancy yelled into the room. Her mind exploded as he sucked her clit into his mouth and forced another finger into her tight pussy. She cried out and writhed on the bed her hands pulling at the sash that bound them together as she shook and jerked in the throes of passion. Pulling his hand from between her legs he moved up to kiss her deeply and run a hand through her hair smoothing the strands that had fallen into her face. Kissing her forehead and her nose he softly crooned, "I bet you feel so good, that pussy is so tight and wet." He smirked as her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to protest but felt stupid after all that had happened, so nothing came out as confusion clouded her eyes. His eyes smouldered as he looked down into hers, "You're so ready for this, you want this, your body tells me how much you need this," he licked her lips before thrusting his tongue into her mouth again. "I know you are so ready for this. You know there are some things you just can't hide," his voice held a delighted edge to it as he flicked her hard nipple making her squeak and her eyes flare wide open. Clancy's found his crooning hypnotising and her mind accepted the truth of his words, she whimpered hotly, "Fuck me Rusty I want to feel all of it." Rolling her to her side he quickly undid the sash from wrists and smirked down at her. She wrapped her hands about his neck and pulled him into her lifting her legs to wrap her thighs around his hips. She moaned deeply as he entered her stretching her tight fuck hole around his cock as he slowly ground his hips down onto her. "Oh God... Oh God..." Clancy moaned over and over as he pounded into her oblivious to anything but the feeling of being fucked at this moment. Turning her head to bite at the pillow stopping her moans of pleasure she felt him stop moving. "Don't stop now," he growled, "It was just getting interesting." Clancy turned her head back to him and looked up into his burning eyes as he continued, "You couldn't stop this if you wanted to, your mine now, all mine." He began thrusting into her again her whimpering moans filling his ears. "You are in to deep to refuse me anything now," his smirk was wide as his eyes bored into her. Clancy heart was pounding, he was right, she knew she wanted this fuck, just in this moment, she could regret it all week, but right now she wanted it. Just as she had relaxed and given in to all she felt he had pulled from her and rolled her to her belly his cock travelling down the cleft of her ass. "No, no, no," she squealed and he lifted her hips and entered her cunt his hands travelling up over her ass pulling the cheeks apart. Vindictive Her fear warred with her arousal as she whimpered, "No, I can't do... that." Rusty ran his hands around between her thighs one hand teasing at her clit as he fucked her slowly from behind. She was so responsive, and he growled, "You can do it, you can do anything look at the way your respond, he rubbed her clit hard making her groan and shiver in pleasure. His other hand playing at her ass pressing a finger against her asshole as she continued to protest weakly against the invasion of her anus, feeling tears well in her eyes. Clancy could feel another orgasm fast approaching, she had asked for this, for him to fuck her. Her thoughts raced and she cried out protesting more as a second finger entered her ass. Her protests fell short of actually telling him to stop, as she panted and whined "No, I haven't ever done that before I can't, I just can't." He thrust hard into her fucking her rapidly bringing her to the brink again, "You want me to stop," there was a sneer in his voice as he watched her body rocking back onto him betraying her need. "No," Clancy whined as he stopped fucking her and the fingers on her clit stilled, the hand invading her ass moved and she cried out "I mean..... No... I mean yes... I don't know.." Her head collapsed onto the bed as tears came in her confusion and arousal. Rusty smirked as she became putty in his hands. He fucked her slowly as his fingers slowly open her ass to him. Continuing to overwhelm her senses with his fingers teasing her clit he fucked her deep and fast until she finally fell over the edge of a huge orgasm and pulled from her pussy thrusting his cock quickly into her ass. Not listening to her now feeble cries he began to force more and more into her until he was fully embedded. Clancy felt her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave overwhelming all her senses as she floated in a haze of pleasure. She froze as she felt him pull from her spasming cunt and force his cock into her ass. She screamed and cried out, but the pain gave her an orgasm more forceful waves of pleasure making her body absorb all he gave in an endorphin induced bliss. The force of his thrust shoved her forward until her head hit the bed-head and she could no longer catch her breath, he kept thrusting and her mind drowned in the sensations of her hypersensitive body. Clancy groaned a sustained "Argh..." As the assault continued, and her body jerked and twitched with each rolling wave that filled her body with ecstasy. Rusty thrust hard into her one more time, his cum filling her and spilling out of the tight asshole, he growled loudly and long. Clancy felt it all happen, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over her and she collapsed onto the bed with his body covering her. Rusty sighed deeply and gathered her in his arms kissing her neck. "You were such a nasty little flirt last night. You didn't really think I would let you get away with turn down my requests did you?" Clancy gasped and cringed as images of her drunken night flared in her mind again. She had teased him but put off his advances by claiming she knew lousy acting when she saw it. "Oh no," she murmured, "I was so drunk." He smirked and got up to go to the bathroom leaving her to cringe at how she had treated him the night before. Clancy pulled the covers over her head and buried herself. When he pulled the edge of the sheet back he was dressed, he leaned down and kissed her. "This document you signed includes me as part of the club administration," he smirked and turned and left her room. Pulling a pillow over her head she screamed knowing she would see him at several events leading up to the wedding of her friend and he would always be wearing that knowing smirk. Vindictive Impregnation Getting impatient, I needlessly pulled my skirt down closer to my knees. "Where is he?" I sighed. Loosely holding my binoculars I peered through them at the doors to the building down the block. I had been stalking my prey now for months. The Mayor of our great city, John. I had come up with my plan after some re-zoning he approved caused me to lose my job. Wanting revenge and a source of income, my plan was created. Two birds with one stone I thought. The clock striking 3:04pm, he appeared. My pussy moisting in anticipation, my eyes glued to my binoculars watching the Mayor attempting to be as incognito as he could be in his full sized trench coat and wide brimmed hat. Watching him, he casually came around the corner and went into the building, like a regular that wasn't the Mayor. You might wonder why such a man would desire to move in disguise. Well, simply enough, the mayor's destination was a porn shop. Such a man with his rep couldn't be seen frequenting such a place, could he? Seeing him enter the building, the door closing behind him, i dropped the binoculars, grabbed my bulging purse and left my car. Closing the door, afraid to lose my prey, I quickly sprinted from my increasingly distant car to the portal John had used. Entering the building, the smell of sex lotions, and latex assaulted my nose; paired with faint moans from the private movie booths in back that included glory holes struck my ears. The last fact, being the key to my plan. Being as stealth as I could, I tried to blend in with the other customers browsing the aisles of sex movies, while maintaining my gaze on the Mayor. Moving down the rows, anal sex, Asians, teens, the porn categories went as I followed. His goal obvious to anyone paying attention lacking the nerve to move directly to the booths in back. The Mayor pretending to browse the movies slowing progressing to his real destination. This has been his regular routine on each visit. Twice a month he comes here and does this. Slowly moving to the back of the store to not attract to much attention where he masturbates to a movie, and sometimes participating in sexual activity via the glory hole in his booth, should their be a wiling participant on the other side. Today, he was in luck I thought. Their would be a more than willing partner on the other side for him today. Seeing him finally get to the booth in back, he entered and closed the door behind him. This is it I thought, as i moved to the booth next to his, praying it wasn't occupied. Grasping the handle, the door creaking open, empty! Thank god, this might work yet. Closing the door, i set my purse down, withdrew some money and entered it into the slot prompting the machine in front of me to turn on a sex movie for me. Not terribly interested in this, my main motivation was to cover any noise I may cause to unwanted listeners. Happy with the moaning I created from the machine I prepared. Unbuttoning my blouse, and reaching around to my back I undid my bra. My tits bouncing free cheerfully, I proceeded to loosen my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Finally I went to my panties. Nothing exciting, just plain white cotton, but absolutely drenched from my flowing pussy, which gave them a very sexy look any man would enjoy seeing over a dry fancy thong. Standing there, naked with a thin line of lubrication running from my wet folds, I reached for my purse. The last tool I needed to achieve my goal. Removing a large pair of garden shears I licked my lips fantasizing the events soon to unfold. You see, I planned to use these to scare the Mayor from withdrawing his cock when i removed the condom from it. This whole elaborate scheme from changing when i was ovulating to match the days he came here to getting his bare cock in me was to get him to squirt his seed into my womb, and impregnate me with his child. Peering through the hole, I watched him as I flicked my clit with one of my hands, furthering my excitement. Sitting there with his coat open, pants down, he rubbed his cock in long slow strokes. Occasionally he let out a low moan. Watching him and hearing him caused a small orgasm in me as I imagined his cock deep inside me ejaculating its cargo into my womb. I was always out of control when I ovulated, why should this be any different I thought. "Looking for something softer and wetter than your hand Mister?" I breathed through the hole in the most seductive voice I could muster. "That thing looks good, maybe I can have a taste?" A small look of shock appearing on his face, as he jumped slightly, pausing the manipulations of his organ. Viewing my tongue licking my lips, he responded with a slight stutter, "Sh, sure." He stood up and moved to the hole, his dick pushing through slowly but surely. Moving my head back slightly to give me some room, I then let his cock part my lips and push into my mouth. My red lipstick smearing over every inch of him as it entered my oral opening. Holding as much inside my mouth as I could, I brought my hand up and fisted the base of his cock. Rubbing it with my clenching hand, I sucked and licked at the rest of it, swirling my tongue on the tip and that lovely little pin prick sized hole that would be spraying my depths with its treasure. Sucking as hard as I dared at the risk of biting, I took his cock, slurping sounds echoing in the booth, my free hand wishing it had his balls in it to help coax that cum free. Savoring the taste and texture of every thrust through my drooling lips into my drenched mouth, almost dreading not getting to taste and swallow the cum that would emerge. Suddenly, a new taste entered my mouth.rolling it around on my tongue, it struck me quickly, precum...! I had to stop before he came in my mouth, ruining everything. Exercising my entire supply of willpower I Pulled my mouth free. "Baby, I want you in my pussy so bad, please fuck me." I begged while staring at the cock that would be impregnating me today. My fertile womb driving me just as much as my taste for manipulating this villain. A groan of disappointment came, but quickly evaporated, becoming a pleased moan at my withdraw to my offer of his cock entering my burning hot pussy. "Yeah baby, just one sec, I need to put on a condom" he murmured. The expected response came. Watching him roll the condom down his cock wasn't something I desired, but seeing it roll slowly down made me excited and triggered something in my brain, something more primal slowing my conscious thoughts. This is it, its time for my pussy to get fucked by this cock, I better get in a better position to accept his dick. My brain thought subconsciously, my body moving of its own accord. Standing up, and turning around, I grind my ass backwards into the wall. My pussy i centered over the opening, fluid freely running out getting my ass wet and causing it to make a wet slapping sound as i thrust myself backwards simulating being fucked out of eagerness. With my pussy centered over the hole, blocking all sight, I reached down and took hold of my garden shears. Seconds passing, feeling like forever, my slick hole awaited penetration, while my hands clasp the shears in desperation. With a jolt of pleasure his hard pole pressed between my folds. Demanding entry it stubbornly pushed into me. My wet flesh parting to accommodate this force. Every new nerve it stimulated bringing a gasp of relief and lust. "Ohh god..." I moaned. Desperately pushing back trying to hasten the entry, the hated wall preventing any progress. Clenching my pussy walls, i tried to get as much from the process as I could. If i couldn't get the entire cock in me as quickly as I wanted, I would try to enjoy what i had until the rest was coaxed into my depths seeking release. My pussy convulsing around his cock voluntarily sending shivers through me. Feeling the mayor push hard into me, I had to adjust my footing to not be shoved forward. "Yes, thats it baby." His cock forcing itself into me despite my clenching tunnel. Keeping my ass glued to the wall, I have to let him take his time for now I thought impatiently. Despite my eagerness, I enjoyed his cocks decent into my birth canal, at last hitting the hard knob at the bottom. His cock-head bumping my cervix driving me mad with lust my entire canal clamping down, choking it. Right on the other side, my womb was anticipating this. Pre heated and ready to bake, just awaiting the final ingredient. The only problem, the only reason I couldn't let go.. the condom had to go. Trying to remember my plan, I kept my ass pressed back firmly against the wall, awaiting my moment to strike. "Oh baby, yes.. Fuck me." I moaned, luring my prey. Feeling him withdraw, he promptly reversed the direction bringing his cock to a slapping halt after refiling me. His cock bloating slightly, my pussy returning the communication and clenching down onto it in return. The mayor quickly withdrew again and started the predictable pumping motion into my pussy that always had the same ending, a cock spraying cum. Cum that would be deep inside me. Urging him on, I moaned and squeezed his cock. Feeling it pump into me drove me wild, my labia and clit dragging on each thrust, begging for more. Feeling the thrusting grow harder, and his cock bloating more, I knew it was time. If i didn't act now, all that beautiful cum would be wasted on the inside of the condom his dick wore. "Baby, push hard into me and hold it in. I want to feel you deep in me for a second." I whispered. Somewhat surprised my lover obliged me. Suddenly his cock thrust into me hard, ramming my cervix as a reminder it was still there and ready. Having as much of him as I could possibly get through the hole, and knowing he was close, I had to act. Pulling the chair close, I lifted a leg and rest my foot on it. leaning forward and down I was able to get a view of my stuffed pussy, his cock visible, penetrating my wet folds. Bringing the garden shears under my legs, I opened the two blades, put the shears against he wall and slid them up. Bringing them into firm contact with the base of his cock. "If you pull out, I'll cut your dick off!" I quickly told him, almost yelling. "Whoa.. what the fuck are you doing, please don't." he said, the shock evident in his voice. "Look, I won't hurt you as long as you do what I say. Don't pull your cock out of the hole until I'm done, and I'll let you go without injury." Without awaiting a response I moved forward, letting his cock drag from my pussy and falling free. Balancing the shears in one hand, i brought my free hand up and gently, but as quickly as possible rolled the latex shield up and off his cock. "What are you doing!" he hissed. "Keep quiet or you'll lose this thing right now." I told him, trying to stay quiet. Getting the condom off, I let it fall to the floor. Smiling as I saw his bare cock, knowing it would soon be squirting deep inside me giving me his child, I leaned back. His cock still aligned with my dripping furnace, it slid back in without incidence. Knowing I was about to be bred brought me new pleasure. Bouncing back in quick short jerking motions, my ass slapped the wall. Never more than an inch exiting my body before I thrust my wet ass back against the wall, making sure to clench my pussy muscles every time I had his entire length in me. The entire time I'm bent forward and looking back between my legs while I hold the razor sharp gardening shears to his pulsing cock. "Oh baby, yes, yes, cum in me." I moaned, losing control. Feeling every vein in his cock, and the knob of that purple cock head rubbing the walls deep in me. Pushing back hard, it hit me. The biggest, most extreme orgasm to ever grace existence erupted through my body. My love tunnel gripping down like a vice, imprisoning the cock in me, holding it hostage for the cum it stored. The stimulation more than any man could resist, I felt it. His cock flexed, lifting me a few millimeters higher into the air. Feeling the cum race down his urethra, my vaginal canal vibrating as it shot through his cock. Finally, exiting the little hole at the end, and spraying directly through my cervix and filling my womb. The first spurt was long, hard, and boiling hot. So hot, feeling like someone had just poured boiling hot water in me but their was no pain. Feeling so good, I pressed back, my womb savoring the flavor of the cum that was being deposited. My cervix attached to his cock head, sucking the baby juice from it as my birth canal spasmed and gripped down on his cock, milking it, begging for more and more. Another spurt rushing through hit me, forcing the first spurt even deeper into my womb, and up into my fallopian tubes. The egg inside me, surely being barraged with millions of tiny sperm already. A third spurt hit me, overflowing my womb, being forced out of my hole. Many tiny rivers of cum appearing at my opening around his cock, draining out and runing down my legs. Finally ending. I let the shears fall to the floor, creating a small inch long cut on the side of his cock. "Owe!" he yelped. Promptly followed by the withdraw of his cock when he realized I had removed the weapon. Wanting to rest for a minute was a luxury I could not afford anymore. Quickly putting on my clothes I left the store as quickly as possible. Before poor abused Mayor John could catch me. **************************** I had in fact gotten pregnant and have the Mayors child. He received a letter from me shortly after I had given birth. I managed to get him to embezzle money from the city, five million dollars and deposit it into an off shore account of mine. All blackmail money in exchange for keeping his visits to the glory holes and his child a secret. The threat of a paternity test and my knowledge of the small cut on his cock assuring him my threat was credible. Life is good. End Vindictive Romance Chapter 1 He awoke at the stroke of midnight. It was now Halloween. His first thought was, "I hate my job, having to get up at midnight." He didn't care much what day it was, as he had to do this almost every day. But, he had to do it to pay the bills, and to have time during the day for school, as well as help his wife out with the school loan she had taken. It was tough, but maybe it would not be for too long. He was almost done with his schooling, and had a possible job lined up after. "Not much longer," he encouraged himself. He readied himself, kissing his wife good night, and heading out. Charles worked Graveyard shift tending a graveyard. He did not mind. He was not scared of the dead, and the fact that it was a graveyard paid better. Sure, once in a while he heard, things, or saw them, but that was part of the job. He expected a bit more today, but he also expected to study. He did his rounds, studied a bit, and waited for morning to come. He would not get home until about 10 in the morning, with enough time for two hours of sleep before heading to school. Once in while, he would sneak in an hour or so of asleep at work, but it was unusual, as he did not feel comfortable doing it. At fifteen before seven he got a call from the boss telling him to go home early. That he was done for the night, as it was Halloween and it was cemetery policy. "How about pay?" Charles asked. "You'll get paid the full hours." Content, he packed his things and headed home. Thinking he could surprise his wife, maybe get an hour extra of sleep, and even study a bit before school. What he would not do to make sweet love to his wife, and fall asleep right after, content. It was looking to be a good morning. The cab pulled up to his house, and Charles paid the bill and claimed out, recognizing David's car, a family acquaintance, but thought nothing of it. "Maybe him and Suzanne came to say hello to Stacy," he thought, as he headed to the back of the house, placing his things in the shed, as he always did. They only had one car, and he always allowed Stacy to keep it. It was not an expensive cab ride anyway. Soon they would have two cars, and finally they would be able to take advantage of the two-car garage they had. He walked in through the back door, which led to the kitchen, and when he was about to close the door he heard, "No daddy, I was not trying to lie to you not to go to school." "Don't lie to me!" "What the fuck!" thought Charles, quietly closing the door. He recognized his wife's voice, but did not understand the reason for the childish inflection. And, that was David responding. He headed to the door that separated the kitchen from the living room, and froze with his hand on the handle, unable to open it. Through the blinds they had placed on the door he could see his wife, wearing the skimpiest Teacher's Pet costume he had ever seen, playing her best little girl interpretation for David. She was in front of the main door, tits ready to spill out of the small white top, her blond hair tide to one side, and her lips slightly pouting. The lights were on in the living room, and the lights off in the kitchen, which made Charles invisible. He could not believe what he saw, and for a second he thought it was a trick-or-treat idea, and waited for Suzanne to walk out as the angry mother. But, no Suzanne. "I know you are lying to me," said David, in a low rumbling voice, one of his hands grabbing at his dick through his pants. "No Daddy. Not the belt again. I'll do anything, but not the belt." "Anything, huh?" "Yes Daddy, please!" Charles felt dizzy and sick, but did not open the door. He watched, and waited, allowing his mind to wrap around the situation, and trying to come up with a solution. "On your knees, now!" She dropped, dropping her eyes to the floor. "I didn't say to stop looking at me. I want you to crawl to me. That should teach you not to lie to me." She did, looking at him, her eyes a flame, her face still pouting as she was caught in the act. Stacey was kneeling right in front of him now, his confined dick right a front her face. "Take my cock out. I want to see how sorry you are by how well you suck!" "Oh, Daddy, I've never done that before." "Think of it as a lollypop. But you bite it, and your gonna get it with the belt!" Stacey moved her hands to David's pants, undoing his belt and releasing his erection. It was large, and full of veins, and trembling in anticipation of entering the moist lips of the woman keeling in front of it. Stacey opened her mouth, moving in slowly as she was ready to take him in, but David had other plans, and pushing her head forward with one hand ordered her, "hurry up. You don't get to take your time when you are being punished," and impaled her mouth on his cock. Stacey's nostrils flared trying to grab air through her nose at the sudden invasion, but her moaning gave her away, and her pussy was on fire, the moisture dripping down her thighs in excitement. "Yeah, just like that. It seems like you really want to be forgiven for lying to your Daddy!" "mmm hmmm," was her muffled reply. Charles heart was breaking, and his eyes were becoming blurry do to the tears that were invading them, but he forced them to stop, and swallowed the anger that threatened to suffocate him, and did not move an inch. The resolve was coming. Even if Charles was not looking, it was clearly what was happening from the slurping, sucking sounds that filled the room, as his once beloved wife went down on this asshole fucker. David grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up, saying, "that's good for now, but where'd you learn that shit?" "Huh, what do you mean Daddy?" "You're not trying to lying to me again, and going to try to make me believe that that was really your first time, are you? "No Daddy!" "Have you been doing drugs? Maybe you got them from sucking cock, is that what you've been doing?" "No, I did no such thing." "We'll find out," and his hands began roaming her barely covered body. They went first for her back, and quickly moved forward to her tits, grabbing, and pinching the nipples as he assured himself that nothing was hidden there. "Fuck it," he said, and ripped her shirt open, her large tits spilling out in the open air, and his mouth immediately going for them, licking and sucking them, as she squirmed in his strong arms. His hands went behind her, under her skirt, grabbing her ass and checking for drugs, then broke the sucking to stay, "Your not wearing panties slut! And, let me see, you're all wet as well, am I getting you turned on or where you thinking of someone else." SMACK The spank thundered in the room, and he released a couple more on her naked ass. SMACK SMACK "Oh Daddy, no please, stop. I didn't mean it." "Did not mean what?" "I didn't mean to react...I...I, dunno." Charles had come to a conclusion. His breathing had calmed, he had taken a second to grab a heavy pan, and waited for events to unveil, looking for the right time. He had separated himself from his emotions, and had gotten a little turned on, and for the first time he address his wife in his mind as a fucking cunt ass bitch. David did not stop moving his hands all over her body as he spoke, making Stacey squirm beneath his skillful ministrations. He moved one hand to the front, and strongly cupped her pussy, and in one fluid motion jammed two fingers all the way up. A loud moan escaped her lips. "You like that, huh?" Stacey was quiet, whimpering in lust. "Answer me!" "Yes," she whimpered again. "I know what you want. Tell me what you want." "I can't Daddy." "Say it, or I'll change my mind about the belt." "No Daddy. Ok, ok, I'll say it." And, in a just audible speech, "I want you to fuck me." "What? I did not hear that," his fingers still working in and out her slushy cunt. "I want you to fuck me!" she said almost screaming. "What about Charles, your boyfriend?" "I don't care about him, just fuck me please Daddy." "Ok, since you are saying please. I'm going to sit down on this couch, I want your back to me, and I want you sit on my cock." "Oh, Daddy really?" "Yes." He sat, and she backed up, and as soon as the mushroom head entered her wet pussy he stopped her, a devious smile on his face, "what do you want?" "Oh, Daddy, please don't make me say it again." "Say it," as a loud SMACK filled the room again. "OH DADDY, FUCK ME PLEASE!" And he pulled her hard unto him, impaling her on his hard member. The rhythm between them quickly increased and the only sounds were her moans, his grunts, and the loud smack of their slapping bodies. Charles walked in the living room, the fucking couple too involved to pay attention. He raised the pan and slammed it hard on the back of David's head, knocking him out immediately, all his bitch wife had a chance for was the insecure word of "Dav..." as all went black for her as well. Chapter 2 Charles was not in a hurry. He was methodical now. Calm. He was secure in his decision. First thing was to tie them up, gag them, inject some Clorox in to them to be sure that they stayed fucked up, then undressed them and shove them in the trunk of David's car. He had already moved David's car in to the garage so it was not difficult. He was heavy, but changed his mind about her. He dressed in the full-body suit David had picked out. An interesting choice of a modified version of a Zorro, the crotch was easy to access, and he clearly had opted against the full mask, but Charles did not. He laughed to himself as he noticed that the so-called belt was actually a whip. "What a slut!" Charles redressed Stacey, and placed her next to him, her face leaning against his shoulder. He drove confidently, secure in the knowledge that if anyone saw him they would think he was David, driving away with his wife, she, dressed in something not very appropriate. Once, they were in a neighborhood where it did not matter, he pushed her away, and pulled her seat back so she was no longer visible. Making his way to an abandoned warehouse he pulled inside and carried them both to the office, tied them, and woke them up with a few punches. He went a little lighter on her, than on him, he could not help it. While they still were not fully recovering he covered them with the gasoline he had brought, and while they awoke and began to panic, trying to get sound out over their gag, he rewired some of the cables in the office. Charles field of study was electrical engineering, and one of the things he liked to do at the graveyard was rewire the cables to scare the shit out of kinds messing around in it by making lights seem to go on and off by themselves, and creating small electrical fires out of the blue. The fire part was not a direct part of his studies, but it could get pretty boring in the graveyard. "You can surely create a lot of racquet for two people gaged, tied to two metal chairs, that are secured to the floor. Trust me, no matter what you do you are not getting out," he patiently explained. "fhhf fhufh!" "What was that David? You want me to remove the gag?" David nodded assent. "Ok, but only if you promised to keep quiet," he said. He was going to enjoy this. He did, and immediately David said, "Fuck you!" Charles punched him hard, loosening some of David's teeth, and making him spit out blood. He was surprised at the strength of the punch, and Charles explained. "Surprised? Well, I do a lot of grave digging, which helps with muscle building, and it's a lot of fun to punch an asshole like you." David went to yell help, but another punch got him on the other cheek, causing the same result. "I know. I am surprised as well to find out that my left punch is just as strong! Since you are not going to stay quiet I think it's time to gag you back up." David said nothing, still trying to regain his orientation after being rocked by the punches. "And you, my dear wife. What a disappointment! I don't mean to ramble, but being that soon you will be no longer here, I might as well take advantage. What, you want me to remove your gag too?" She nodded, thinking that she would try for sense, since she did not want to get the same punch-to-the-face treatment. He removed it. "Why are you doing this?" she asked sobbing. "'Cause you fucked me over, slut! Don't you know what you are wearing?" "I'm sorry, Charles!" "Too late. I don't forgive, and I don't forget. But, hey, at least you got nice and fucked in Halloween by this piece of shit." "mmsmsm mgmmgmggm!" "Shut up Idiot! Death will come to you soon, I suggest you start praying!" "What?! You are going to kill us!?" Panic clearly present in her voice. "You never where the most intelligent, but I loved you! You don't expect me to let you go after I've gone this far, do you Stacey?" And suddenly he moved to her, giving her the most passionate, love-filled kiss he could muster, leaving Stacey confused. "There, I've deposited all the love I had for you in that kiss. The rest should be easy!" His eyes were dark, as demons came out of then, looking forward to caressing what would soon be theirs. Lifting his trusty frying pan he knocked her out, and did the same to David. He had about fifteen minutes so he hurried, tying her to the desk, and slumping him atop her, as if they were busy fucking when something terrible happen. He had been sorry to kill the homeless man when he first got to the warehouse, but witnesses were not an option. He figured it was for the better, as the homeless man would be blamed for the couple's death. Charles had stabbed the man once in the stomach, then covered his mouth until he suffocated. He lifted the poor soul and placed him on the far corner of the windowless office. Then he stabbed David hard in the back, so that the knife penetrated to the heart, and placed the knife in the hands of the homeless man. He left quickly, ducking behind the building, and walking far away enough to where he felt it was safe to take a taxi to a the nearest Halloween store. He bought a batman suit, full mask, and took another taxi near the house, walking the rest of the way in his suit, mask off. He walked in, changed back to normal clothes, had a glass of wine and waited. It was not over. Reaching for the TV control, Charles turned it on, just in time for the breaking news showing firemen controlling the fire that was consuming the warehouse he had left behind not too long ago. He changed the channel, and then turned off the TV. He went upstairs to take a shower, and then came back down to have another glass of wine. He decided not to go to school. Charles nodded off for a few hours until the sound of the doorbell brought him back to. He opened it, and said a bit surprised, "May I help you officers?" "Mr. Maltman?" "Yes, that's me." "May we come in, sir?" "Sure, sure. But, what's this all about?" He asked closing the door behind them. One of the officers noticed the glass of wine, "do you usually drink so early in the afternoon?" "Huh? Yes. I work graveyard shift, at the graveyard, believe it or not, so I usually have a glass of wine to unwind." "Do you know where you wife is?" asked the other officer. "No. I was wondering that, but I figured she had gone shopping or to school. Can you please tell me what this is about?" he was becoming frustrated. "Mr. Maltman, please have a sit." He did. "I'm not sure how to put this lightly, so I'm just going to say it. Your wife was found dead, about two hours ago. She was caught in the fire at the wear," and he was interrupted. "Is this the warehouse that was shown in the news?" "Yes, sir. I see you know of it." "Yes. But, it said nothing about anyone found dead. Besides, why the hell would she be all the way over there, and the car is still here. She's probably out for a stroll." "No sir, I am sorry. We did immediate DNA tests, and it led us here." "Nooooooo!!!!!!" Charles cried, his face falling to his hands, and his body convulsing by ragged breath, and heavy tears. "It is impossible. You got it wrong!" "Sir," said the other police officer, his face now full of sympathy. "Do you know a man by the name of David Trevors?" "Yes," answered Charles, attempting to control his sobs. "He is a friend of the family. Him and his wife and had a few barbeques with us. Wait, did that asshole kill my wife?!" "No Mr. Maltman. He was found as well with her, caught in the fire." "This makes no sense. What was he doing there? I don't understand this. She can't be dead!" "Sir, they were killed by a homeless man that was unable to escape when a fire broke out do to faulty wiring. We found him dead, burned, with the knife he used to stab Mr. Trevors in the back, leaving your wife tide to the desk." "Tied to the desk? I don't understand what is going on. Is this some sort of Halloween prank?" The officer placed a hand a top of Charles shoulder, and in a voice that was filled with sympathy for the poor man said, "I'm sorry Sir, but it is quite evident that your wife and Mr. Trevors were having an affair. They were both in Halloween costumes, and it seems they had chosen this site to play some sort of role-play out, and the Homeless man walked in to take advantage of the situation." "What?!?!?!??!?! But this cannot be! My wife would never cheat on me. Oh God," and Charles fell to his knees. Truly crying, giving in to all the emotions and heart-break he had felt at the beginning of the ordeal. After a few minutes he regained his breath and some of his composure. He was able to ask, "And Suzanne?" "There are officers informing her now." "Oh Suzanne, poor us. Please gentlemen. If you don't mind, I need to be alone for a while." "Sir, as a formality, please do not leave the state." "I don't plan to. In fact, here," and writing down his cellular phone number and handing it to them stated, "here is my cell phone number. Please give me a call if you need anything and I will come right away. Oh no," and he broke down again. The officers left him alone. Charles cried and cried on the floor, trying to overcome the heart-break, and the guilt, and all that he felt, all he had done for her, and done to her. The officers spoke to each other outside, "What do you think?" "Well, it's clear he had nothing to do with it," the other answered. "How can you be sure?" "Are you fucking kidding?" "Well, I agree with you, I just wanted to see if you had something else to say." "I do man. That's fucked up. Fuck, he's gotta find out his wife is dead and was cheating on him. Fuck, I hate my job." "No you don't. Just this part." "Man, lets go grab a beer." "Alright." "Attention all units, robbery in progress!" "Oh well. I guess that beer's gonna have to wait!" They drove off. Chapter 3 He felt exhausted after straining so much with his emotions. He pulled himself off the floor, and used all the strength he had to make himself up the stairs and in to the restroom. Turning on the water, he undressed and sat under the running water for what seemed an eternity. Trying to soak in energy from the shower. Eventually, he got out, and picking up the cell phone dialed the number. After a few rings the answer machine picked up, "Hello, this is the Trevors, please leave a message." Wearily he spoke, "Hello Suzanne, it's Charles." "Hello, Charles?" God, she sounded like he felt. "Hi Suzanne, listen, I assume you've heard." "Yes, I still don't believe it!" It sounded as if she was trying to keep herself from crying. "How about I come over?" "Ok, Charles. Hurry, please!" "Will be there soon." He put new clothes on, and threw the costume in the car. Why he brought the costume, he had no idea, but might as well. He stopped by the store and got a few bottles of wine and headed for Suzanne's house. Bag with wine in hand, he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, and it was almost immediately opened by her. A disheveled Suzanne in a Batman Girl costume took him aback, and she hurriedly ushered him in. Vindictive Romance Once inside, Charles has just opportunity to put the bags down before Suzanne threw herself to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her body against him, uncontrollably weeping. He held her strongly, and tightly back, trying to comfort her, and searching for the comfort he himself needed. "Oh Charles, why did they have to do this to us?" "I do not now Suzanne. I don't know," his tears now running along with hers. It felt good having her in his arms, comforting, as if his body knew that it was made to hold a woman. At length she said softly, "I'm sorry about that." "It's okay Suzanne. I think at this moment we need each other." "Yes. I answered no phone calls except yours, and the ones I did I told to leave me alone for a long time." "Here, I brought us some wine." "Thoughtful. I had run out of mine. Let me get us some glasses," and she walked toward the kitchen, he following behind. He had not time before to look at her properly, but was tantalized at how her hips swayed in the costume, and how short the skirt was, maybe just reaching below her ass, and how shapely her figure was. "What am I doing?" He chided as they walked in the kitchen. "I bought a few white and some read. Do you have a decanter for the red?" "Yes, I think so. I believe you guys gave us one for Christmas. I guess it would be here," opening a high cabinet, she got on her tippy toes to reach it, presenting Charles with a gorgeous view of her sexy thong clad ass, as her skirt rose with her, which he had difficultly turning away from, and quickly had to adjust his growing member to avoid embarrassment. "Did you find it?" chiding himself again for his behavior. "Yes, here it is," and she turned with a beaming smile. "Ah, good." "What do you do with it? David never told me, but I think he knew." "That's not very nice." "No, from the looks of it he was an asshole," and tears flowed once more. He placed the decanter aside, holding her to him, while she regained control. "Come Suzanne, let me show you how it is done. It is a simple process." She sniffled a bit, and reaching for a tissue to blow her nose she said, "Okay." "All you do is pour the red wine in it, and let it sit for a while. It expands, and it breathes the oxygen enhancing the flavor and aroma. Sometimes you can tell right away. Look. Smell this one," and he presented an open bottle to her. "Now take a taste." "But, let me get a glass." "Just take it from the bottle, it's fine. Besides, we will have to wait a bit before we try it again." "Ok." She did. "Ok. Now watch," and he proceeded to pour the contents of the bottle in to the decanter. "Now smell it." "Mmm, it does smell much better!" "And try it. Yes, it's fine to do it from the decanter." "Ok," she giggled. "It tastes a bit better too. Fuller." "Right? And just wait until you try it in 45 minutes." "You are so nice Charles." "Thank you. Let me pour in the other bottles real quick so all is ready." "Ok." He was done in a flash, and continued, "One question. What's with the costume? "Oh, this," she said surprised, as if she had forgotten she was wearing it. "I was going to wear it tonight, so I figured I'd get some wear and tear." "It looks great on you!" "Thanks. I wanted it to be matching, but David got the stupid Zorro costume instead." "Well, if it makes you feel any better I got the matching Batman costume that I was hoping to wear. If it doesn't bother you too much I can grab it and put it on." "Oh really. That would be great Charles. Do that!" "Ok. One second." He went to his car to get his costume, and after being pointed to the living room she told him. "You can change here. Don't look at me like that; I know it's the living room. I'm going to go to the restroom and freshen-up. I fear all this crying has me looking a bit of a mess." "You are a beautiful mess, in that case. And, lets admit it, I don't look so hot myself." "You are a beautiful mess as well," as she bounced happily away. "What the hell is going on?" He asked himself, but shrugged and changed. She came back with two glasses filled with white wine, and could not help but notice how great he looked in that costume, and how it seemed to accentuate his muscular body. Maybe she took a bit too long looking at his arms, remembering how good they had felt wrapped around her, and slightly blushing she said, "here you go. Cheers," and thought, "Get a hold of yourself Suzanne!" "To what." "To enjoying Halloween together." "Good Cheer! I'll cheer to that no problem." Their glasses clanged and they drank their wine. "So how do I look?" He asked. "Good, it fits you well, and the material seems so soft. May I?" "Help yourself. It's only fair." "What do you mean?" "I got to touch your costume a few times already, which you make look very good, if I may add." "Oh," blushing, "right. Ok." She rubbed her hands over his chest and arms, loving the softness of the material, and the firmness of his body underneath. She was getting turned on, but could not stop herself. It really did feel good, and looked good on him! "It is lovely." "Thanks. A toast." "To what?" "To you liking my costume." "You're so funny," she giggled, but agreed. The first trick or treating kids came to the door and she made no move, but knitted her brow, "I don't know what to do. We bought a bunch of candy for tonight, but," and she broke up. Charles quickly moved to her side, wrapping an arm around her saying, "I have an idea. How about we pass out the candy in full costume with masks and everything, and that way no one can know for sure who is doing it. I bet it will make us both feel better." "Ok, I like the idea!" Suzanne brightened up. "Ok, lets do it. But, I'm going to want to continue drinking the wine." "So we will, and when we are half way, I'll get us the red!" They stood. "It's going to be fun, but, can you hold me once more please?" "Sure, but only if you squeeze me hard as well." "Ok." They fell in to each other's arms, he strongly holding her to him, and she pressing into him, feeling a love she did not expect, but did not reject. "Thank you." "No, thank you," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Thank you for welcoming me here Suzanne. I think I would be going crazy if it was not for you." "As you said, now we need each other. Lets go," giving him another quick, but now intimate hug, "let me get the Candy and get my mask on." "Ok. Me too." They gladly passed out the candy, and only spoke during the times they were alone, but they often smiled at each other, truly enjoying the time. After about thirty minutes Charles walked in and came out with the promised red wine. "Here, try it now." "Oh my, it is delicious." "See." They went through the candy quickly, and made their way inside turning off the porch light, both feeling better for it. He closed the door and turned to another perfect view of her gorgeous ass, as she was bent over, legs straight, looking through her purse. He thought he could make out a wet stop on the material covering her pussy lips. The words "naughty naughty naughty" took him out of his reverie, and blushing he fumbled for words. "Oh Suzanne, I'm sorry. I did not mean to stare, or look, it's just that you were right there when I turned and..." "Oh, so it's my fault then?" "No, that's not what I mean." "It's ok big boy, but now you own me one. Here let me lock the door," she made her way to the door, brushing past him. "Big boy?" He thought. And was unsure if she meant it because she noticed his fully erect cock bulging the material. She came back, and placing a hand on his ass asked, "Now answer me this, and remember, you owe. Are you wearing any underwear, big boy?" Charles was not expecting that, and blushing further stumbled for words again, "Am well...ah...I tried the costume with...um...them on, but...ah...damn....realized it looked stupid, so I took them off." "Oh, no wonder your ass looked so defined." "If it bothers you, I'll change Suzanne, I did not mean to insult," his face a heavy crimson. "Oh, not at all. If it's any comfort, I'm not wearing a bra for the same reason." "Where did this Suzanne come from," he thought. He was thoroughly surprised, and presently confused. "A toast," she said. "Ok. To what?" "To how sexy we look in our costumes, but wait. Let me take off this stupid mask first," she bent over at the waist giving him a great view of her deep cleavage, her ample bosom swinging freely. She was gorgeous. He quickly took of his mask as well, so as not to be caught staring again. "I feel so naughty giving him a view of my breasts," she thought as she squeezed her legs together, sending shivers up her spine. "Ok, now a toast," and she downed the glass. Not wanting to be outdone, he followed suit. "Come on, lets get another," she said as she swayed to the kitchen. "Ok, she is either teasing me, or she is teasing me," the events of earlier that day far far away, "and she looks so fucking hot in that costume, I would love to take her!" He followed the sway. She poured two glasses of red, and walked to the living room, taking the decanter with her, and he following that tantalizing sway is if being hypnotized, glass in hand. They sat next to each other, on the couch, perhaps to close for it to be appropriate, but that did not matter to them. His body seared at the point where it made contact with hers, and he wished to have the feeling of her skin against him. He could not help his eyes roaming her delightful body as they spoke. An action, that did not go unnoticed. They were in the topic of how they decided to go for their respective costumes, as continued drinking their wine, when they finished the glasses and placed them on the coffee table, he said, "You know what?" Looking right in to her yes. "Wha..." And he quickly moved in for a kiss. Neither pushed away, but kissed tenderly, enjoying the moment, the feel of their lips against the other, and how synchronized they were in the action. Their breath slowly became ragged as the intensity of their kiss increased, and he wrapped an arm around his waist to press her to him. As if on cue, she straddled him, without breaking the kiss, her putting her arms around his neck, and pressing her panty-clad pussy against his rock-hard cock, and he wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, loving the sensation of her breasts against his chest, and her pussy pressed against his pulsating member. Neither moved, but only kissed, kissed, as if they searched for something in each other's mouth, their tongues wrestling, tasting, discovering, their bodies remaining pressed against each other, their breaths more and more ragged. After eternity their kiss broke. He began, still panting, "Are you s..." "I don't care." Charles nodded, and their lips met once more with abandon. His hands moved over her back, pressing her stronger still, as if he was going to press her inside his body, uncontrollably grunting in to her mouth with unbridled desire. Suzanne pressed stronger again his member, rubbing her pussy up and down against it, deriving as much pleasure as she could, and she too moaned in to his mouth with exuding lust. Suddenly, Charles felt a difference in the sensations that came from her rubbing against his dick. It felt more real, more skin-to-skin, and realized that his cock had escaped it's confines through the poorly-made fly and was rubbing against her. He moved his hands to her bare ass, and grabbing it pulled her against him, taking more control of her movement, moving her all along his rigid shaft. It did not go unnoticed to Suzanne, and she was bursting with excitement, she could feel his skin, and disliked that her panties were in the way, so that she could feel him more fully. As if sensing this, on the next stroke Charles pulled her all the way up until she was millimeters above his cock, and quickly moving her thong to the side, settled her back down, his cock piercing her waiting pussy. Their kiss broke as both moaned together, relishing the sensation of their joined sex. He did not stop until she was completely impaled on his cock, her clit against his pubic hair. Suzanne exploded in to her orgasm, her cunt juice dripping over his balls as she yelled, "ooohhh Charles." He knew he was not near coming, as the alcohol was delaying it, but he could die in the way his cock was squeezed by her pussy convulsing around it. He held her there, for a few more seconds, then continued moving her up and down, and up and down, pulling her all the way up to the tip, and slowly letting her down, thoroughly enjoying every inch of her pussy. "Feed me your tits," he huskily told her. Suzanne harshly got rid of the Batgirl top, which left her large breast jigging, and lifting one fed it to his hungry mouth. He licked and sucked it like a starving man, sucking in her nipple and chewing on it, encouraged by Suzanne's increased moaning. He licked and sucked his way to the other breast, paying close attention to that tantalizing valley of hers, running his tongue in it, as if it was a small dick. Then arrived at the other large tit, giving it the same treatment, sucking as much as he could in to his mouth, teasing and chewing the nipple, and increasing the pace in which he moved Suzanne's tight cunt all the way up and down his cock. Suzanne could not control it, and quickly was pushed over another climax due to the combined feelings of Charles hungry mouth all over her tits, and the sensation of being completely filled by his large cock. After coming down her orgasm Suzanne felt she needed to increase the tempo, and did just that, taking over the strokes and fucking herself on Charles cock at a blinding speed. Charles lifted off the couch to meet her thrusts, grabbing as much as he could of her ass with his hand, his other hand switching from breast to breast, while his mouth was now occupied with hers. He could not believe how tight she was. It felt as if she was trying to squeeze and coax cum out of him. "Oh Suzanne, you feel fucking amazing!" As he neared the point of no return. "Oh you too Charles. Oh baby, I'm going to cum again." "Oh Suzanne, I'm going to cum all over your pussy!" They came in to each other, and for each other, and for themselves, as they experienced a high that they had yet not achieved, holding tightly to each other as so not to fall, and instead remain in this piece of heaven, together. After time decided to move again, they kissed tenderly, lovingly, still in the afterglow of their love. "That was amazing," she said. "Yes. It was." "Come, let's go to the bedroom." "I don't want to stay there." "Don't worry. There is a spare one, we'll go there." "Ok." They walked off together to the bedroom, leaving a costume trail behind them.