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Lisa's Revenge

By: sethp



Lisa’s Revenge
A tale of revenge, love, and pregnancy

Copy Right 2014 Sethp

This is a strange little tale of revenge that turns into love.  Most of the characters in this story are wholly unlikable although Bruce comes around at the end and grows a spine. It’s a bit of a farce and I enjoyed writing it. Special thanks go to cessyful for her help in editing, although all mistakes are mine and mine alone.  Enjoy and send me your feedback! 

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“Fuck that bitch!” Lisa spat out through her tears, as she smashed another trophy against her bedroom wall.  “I don’t need any of this!”  The eighteen year old girl had torn up everything that had to do with softball or UCLA.  Her room was a disaster zone of torn papers, broken trophies, ripped up posters, and other broken memorabilia.  When she was finished, she collapsed onto her bed and cried some more.  Hours later she laid there quietly in the still night staring up at the ceiling and thinking about her ruined life.  It wasn’t ruined by the standards of war or natural disaster or terminal illness, but for a teenager like Lisa it was close enough. She had no future. Her one chance to get out of her house and small town was dashed. She thought back at the events that had led to her ruin.

Mrs. Anderson from across the street had never liked her. Sometimes it was as if Mrs. Anderson and Lisa’s mother conspired against her. She scowled at Lisa for no good reason.  Mr. Anderson was another story altogether.  He was so kind and friendly and kind of cute for an older guy, Lisa had thought. She had admired him more than once as he worked on his front lawn across the street from her house. He was cute, just a little too nerdy for her taste.

Lisa’s troubles began when Mrs. Anderson had started the neighborhood watch program. It was a watch program that extended from their cozy little street, all the way past the Johnston farm. The copse of trees on the hill past the farm was the local lover’s lane. Lisa and dozens of others from the neighborhood had been busted there drinking and parking by Mrs. Anderson just last year. Lisa had been grounded for a month and her mother still didn’t trust her.  The initial enthusiasm of the neighborhood watch had died down after the first year, though, and the kids had begun to flock back to Johnston’s hill, as it was called.

On that crucial night, Lisa and her boyfriend, Ray, were consummating their relationship, at last.  Lisa had given her boyfriend blowjobs before, but this was the first time that they were having sex, and it had been well worth the wait.  They were in the backseat of Ray’s vintage mustang and he was on top of her thrusting into her furiously.  Lisa had already cum once and was building up to another climax.  Her legs were wrapped tightly around his body and she was grunting his name with each thrust. Suddenly, there was an urgent pounding on the window.

“Police! Please step out of the car.”

“Oh shit! Ray! Get off!” Lisa had squealed, frantically trying to get Ray’s fat cock out of her pussy, and cover up. “Uh…” Lisa grunted as Ray pulled out of her. “If my father finds out… hurry!”

“Get your clothes on and get out of the car,” commanded a deep voice.

Lisa and Ray pulled their pants on as fast as they could, Ray had already pulled the condom off and tossed it on the floor.  Before climbing over the seat to open the door, Ray stuffed a little bag into Lisa’s pocket. “What?” she hissed at him.  She reached down to her pocket.

“Shhh… leave it. They won’t search you,” Ray hissed back at her, as he opened the car door.

Lisa hurried after him trying to straighten her blouse.  Her bra was still laying on the backseat of the car, and her extremely large, firm breasts wobbled obscenely as she stood up.  They threatened to pop the button’s right off her blouse. The cops commanded them to put their hands on the car.  They were doing the same thing to the occupants of the other cars parked on the lane.

“No,” Lisa protested.  “We didn’t… we’re just…”

“Are you resisting?” One of the cops said menacingly stepping towards her.  

Lisa quickly turned and put her hands on Ray’s Mustang.  Ray had been wrong. They did search her and within seconds they pulled the little bag out of her front pocket.  It was filled with white powder.

“What’s this?” demanded one of the cops.

“It’s not mine!” Lisa shrieked. “Tell him Ray!  Tell them!”

Ray shook his head and looked away as the cops put the handcuffs on Lisa.

Lisa was shaking with fright and looked around frantically. This couldn’t be happening. “No!” she yelled twisting away from the cops, and then she saw her neighbor standing by the police car. What was she doing here? Michelle Anderson, the nosy, nasty neighbor and head of the neighborhood watch. Mrs. Anderson was glaring right at her with a condescending look on her face.  

“I told you she was trouble. You can’t reach some kids,” Mrs. Anderson said, loud enough for the whole lane to hear.

Lisa’s life unraveled soon after. That bag that Ray had stuffed in her pocket contained an ounce of Meth.  Her parents had bailed her out of jail, had taken every electronic device Lisa owned from her and thoroughly searched her room, for signs of more drugs.  The next day they told her that she could either move out or enter an outpatient rehab program. Despite Lisa’s protestations that she had never taken a drug in her life, her parent’s had stood firm. Not knowing what else to do and having no where to go, she agreed to the program.  UCLA had found out about her arrest and canceled her scholarships.  Her parents hired a really good attorney, got her a plea bargain with only house arrest, community service and probation. Ray had left town soon after the ordeal, and nobody had heard from him since. Lisa was alone and angry and at the mercy of her overbearing parents.  

Really, it was Ray that was the root of all of her problems, but Lisa couldn’t get the image of that condescending bitch, Michelle Anderson out of her head.  She had stolen her dreams and given her a record, taken Ray from her, and caused her to be a pariah in their small community.  She reached over and picked up her copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. It made her smile and it empowered her with a terrible purpose. Lisa laid there, staring up at the ceiling and wiping the tears from her face, vowing to enact her revenge.  She vowed to take everything from that bitch, including her husband. Michelle Anderson had ruined her life and she was going to pay.  Lisa had nothing else to live for.

Nothing quite so tumultuous had happened at the Anderson house since Lisa had been arrested.  The Anderson’s were oblivious to Lisa’s troubles. Michelle Anderson was an office manager at a credit card processing plant and in her spare time she devoted herself to their HOA and neighborhood watch program.  Bruce Anderson was an accountant, and couldn’t care less about the attempt to quell the non existent crime in their neighborhood. They had no children. Bruce had brought up the possibility that he might like a child some day, but that idea had been vehemently crushed by Michelle.  No way, were they ever having kids; end of story.  Bruce knew better than to argue with his wife. 

A few months later, it was a quiet evening at the Anderson’s house.  Michelle was bitching on the phone about several teenagers that had been hanging out in the park all evening and was getting frustrated that nobody else cared.  Bruce was sitting at the dining room table reading the newspaper, checking some stocks on his tablet, and drinking a Martini.

The door bell rang.  “Bruce, will you get that. I’m on the phone,” Michelle cried out from the kitchen.

Bruce got up and went to the door, opened it and paused for a second when he saw Lisa, from across the street standing there.  It took him a second to recognize her. She was wearing skin tight, stretchy jeans and a white t-shirt that was so tight and thin that he could see every detail of the industrial strength, lacy, black bra she was wearing underneath.  His eyes lingered on her large, jutting breasts a little too long.  Embarrassed, he caught himself and jerked his head up to look her in the eyes.

“Can I come in Mr. Anderson?” She said.  Seeming not to notice where his eyes had wandered.  

“Sure, Lisa,” Bruce said, standing aside so that his nubile young neighbor could come in.  “What can I do for you?”  He thought he smelled alcohol on her breath, but wasn’t sure.  He didn’t want to accuse her of something she hadn’t done.  The poor girl had been through a lot, if he remembered correctly.

“I came to talk to your wife,” she said, slightly slurring the words.  

“Michelle’s on the phone,” Bruce said, “Why don’t you have a seat in the dinning room with me and she’ll be in when she’s done.”  He noticed that her eyes were a little glassy. He was sure, now, that he could smell alcohol on her breath.  

“Okay,” Lisa said, following him into the dinning room and sitting down at the end of the table.  They sat there quietly, Lisa not saying a word and not even looking at him.  It became increasingly uncomfortable, sitting there listening to Michelle Anderson drone on from the Kitchen about this youth and that youth.

Bruce couldn’t take it and broke the silence first.  “Hey, Lisa,” he said, recalling a recent conversation outside with her parents. “You know that uh…we heard about UCLA and we’re sorry about that, right?  Michelle wasn’t after you, personally, or anything. She just doesn’t want the youth of this town going down the wrong road.”

“Sure Mr. Anderson,” Lisa said, sitting up straighter, making her big boobies jiggle as she did.  “Look, I know it wasn’t you.  It was your wife and she does have it in for me.”

Bruce shook his head. “When you’re older, you’ll understand these things. I’m glad you finally came over.  I told your parents, that you should come over. You really need to have a conversation with my wife and straighten things out.”

“It’s not going to be a nice conversation, Mr. Anderson.  I didn’t come over to make nice or to ask for forgiveness or anything like that, and I’m old enough to understand how life works. I’m not a little kid.”  Her face blushed and her eyes widened as she glared at him.

“I know, I know,” Bruce said, trying to calm the outraged young beauty at his table. “Let’s not get all bent out of shape here.”  He hated confrontations.  He’d never been good at them.  He stole another glance at Lisa’s enormous breasts straining against the thin fabric of her t-shirt, before shaking his head and taking another drink of his Martini. “It will be okay,” he said, more to himself than Lisa. “Call me Bruce, okay, and we’ll see… we’ll see what Michelle says, when she comes in.”  He was starting to get flustered.  It was a good thing they had never had any kids, he thought.  They all turn into teenagers.

“Okay, Bruce…” Lisa said, leaning against the table, mashing her breasts against it and smiling at him.  “That’s a really nice name.  It’s like Batman.”  

Bruce looked across at her.  His eyes riveted to her breasts.  He could see a little cleavage now.  He coughed.

“You like them?” she asked, innocently.

He jerked his head towards the wall, like she was burning his eyes. “I… I’m sorry… no… superheroes?” He rubbed the side of his neck.  He tweaked it from whipping it away from Lisa so fast. 

“No…”  She shook her head to clear it. “You know… you don’t like them?” Her eyes fixed on his.  She licked her pouty lips.

“I… yes, no… look…”

Lisa giggled for a second.  She was teasing him relentlessly, like she had used to do with Ray. She sat back and took a deep breathe.  This wasn’t what she wanted to do.  She didn’t know what she wanted to do.  She ran her hands over the smooth, dark red table cloth that covered the dining room table and hung down over the edges. Maybe she should just leave.  Drinking before coming over was definitely a bad idea.  She couldn’t think straight and now she was embarrassed to have flirted with Mr. Anderson like that.  She stood up and so did Mr. Anderson.

“Are you leaving? He asked, relief washing over him.

“Yes I think I should,” she replied.  But before either of them could move, Michelle Anderson’s voice boomed from the kitchen.

“Probably friends with that little bitch from across the street… Yes… Lisa Miller, I think her name was.  Did you know that she tried to deny those were her drugs?  She came over to get a babysitting job? Yes… yes… My god, if I found that girl in my house, I would pull out the pepper spray and give her the full dose! She was probably trying to steal something for more drug money.”  

Lisa and Bruce Anderson both looked toward the kitchen as the sound of Michelle Anderson’s high heels grew louder.  Lisa was suddenly scared… a little out of proportion due to the alcohol in her system. She didn't want to be pepper sprayed! With a quick movement, she disappeared under the dining room table just as Mrs. Anderson emerged from the kitchen.

“Who was it?” she asked looking around. “I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Uh… oh… it was Carl from next door asking about his mutual funds again,” Bruce lied.  Not knowing what else to do, he sat back down at the end of the dining room table.  This was all sorts of fucked up.  

Michelle walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead.  “You’re so sweet, helping Carl like that. Don’t let him take advantage of you, though.”

“Um…” Bruce began.  He drained his Martini. “Don’t you think you’re going a little too hard on these kids again?  Most of them are good and Lisa really isn’t that bad…”

“Lisa! You know she was caught with Crystal Meth, honey. That is bad stuff.  Do I need to explain it to you again?”

Just then, Bruce felt a hand on his leg.  He jerked up straight in surprise.  He knew Lisa was under the table but it was still a shock. Why was she touching his leg?

Mistaking his surprise from Lisa’s touch, as shock at what she was saying about Lisa and her drugs, Michelle continued with renewed vigor.  “You always get surprised when I tell you these things about our community. It’s going to turn into what they have in Chicago or Detroit with all the shootings and crime they have there…”

“Sure…” was all Bruce could get say.  He couldn’t get the thought that Lisa and her huge boobs were sitting right in front of him under his dining room table.  He tried to zero in on his wife’s diatribe about youth crime and shootings, but it was no use.  He got hard.  He could feel his erection straining against his boxers and khakis.  He hoped beyond hope that Lisa couldn’t see the bulge in his pants and that his wife would tire of bitching about the youth again and head up to take that bath she had been threatening to take ever since she got home.

Lisa was sitting there fuming, listening to Mrs. Anderson insult her and every other minor in the city.  It was infuriating to hear that no matter what she did, she would always be scum in the eyes of Mrs. Anderson.  She was about to jump out from under the table and punch that bitch right in the face.  Pepper spray or no pepper spray, Lisa was going to stand up for herself for once.

She pressed her hand on Mr. Anderson’s leg to help her get on her knees.  Glancing absently at his crotch, she paused, seeing that his pants were tented out obscenely.  She gasped softly, putting her hand over her mouth.  He had an erection!  Was it because of her?

“You are so clueless, Bruce!  Goddamn it!  If it was up to you these kids would be running riot all over the place, necking and doing drugs right on our front porch…”  Michelle Anderson droned on, really laying into her husband.

“What a bitch,” Lisa whispered to herself, moving her hand up and touching the large bulge in Mr. Anderson’s pants. She would never have done this without the vodka in her system. His legs tensed at her touch, but he was trapped and unable to stand up or move away from her.  Lisa looked to her left and could see Michelle Anderson’s legs; almost close enough, that she could have reached over and pinched her, but she had more important things to do.  She was going to take Mrs. Anderson’s husband down her throat and drink his seed.  “How’s that for revenge, you nasty bitch,” Lisa thought.  “I’ll take your fucking husband from you.”  

Lisa slowly unzipped Mr. Anderson’s pants so as not to make a sound. Then she snaked her hand into his fly, and into his boxers pulling out his very impressively large cock.  He was so hard!  His cock was thick and heavily veined and throbbing menacingly at her, like it was alive.  It was really, really big; much bigger than Ray’s penis had been. She held it in her small hand, admiring it. A drop of precum formed on the end of it and Lisa licked it off.

“Oh God,” Mr. Anderson murmured as he felt Lisa’s velvet tongue on his cock.  His wife had never done that to him in all the years of their marriage.

“That’s right!” his wife exclaimed, mistaking his murmur for approval of her ranting, so she continued.  “Take those little whores, like Lisa from across the street, and Katie Mitchell from Donegal Lane.  Do you know what they really want?  Do you know what Lisa Miller is probably doing right now?”

“If you only knew what I was doing right now, bitch,” Lisa whispered, and then sucked Mr. Anderson’s magnificent cock into her warm, wet mouth.  She stretched her mouth over it and worked her full, soft lips up and down his thick shaft, drooling all over him. Mr. Anderson bucked his hips slightly into her mouth and Lisa took him deeper and then deeper.  She had no gag reflex and despite his size, took him easily into her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Then she flicked her tongue out, licking his balls.

Bruce Anderson clutched the table hard and his neck muscles bulged as he tried to maintain composure. “Oh… fuck… Those fucking kids!” he yelled, feigning anger to hide what was going on under the table.  He never experienced a sensation like this.

“That’s right, Bruce!” Michelle exclaimed. “Get Angry! You should be angry! Those fucking kids are ruining our town! Now you see why I’m so involved and why we’re never having kids. Not in this world! Oh no! They are destroying our community!”  Her rant became louder and more animated. She was pacing the dining room floor now.

Lisa continued to fellate Mr. Anderson relentlessly, taking him deep in her throat and then pulling all the way off so that she could stroke his wet shaft and then lick his engorged tube like a lollipop.  His legs were tensing and she knew he was close to cumming.  She engulfed him again, pumping her mouth on his cock, this time with more suction.

“So good…” Mr. Anderson spat out.  He couldn’t help himself.

“That’s right, honey. It will be so good when we get that curfew enacted.  We have the curfew meeting tomorrow night.”

“I’m going to cum,” he croaked. 

“Oh, finally!” Michelle cackled. “I was hoping you would be there with me. I’m so glad you’re finally getting it.”

“No, bitch. I’m going to get it.” Lisa thought, just before Mr. Anderson shot his load into her mouth.  

“Yes…” he hissed as his wife leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.  It was too much stimulation.  His wife kissed him, totally unaware of the busty nymph sucking his cock under the table.  He kissed his wife back harder than he had intended and she responded by sucking his tongue into her mouth.  It was the most passionate kiss they had experienced in years. He moaned into her mouth as his cock throbbed and he emptied his balls into Lisa’s heavenly mouth.  

Lisa had a hard time swallowing all of his cum. None of her boyfriends had ever came this much.  She did her best, but some of it escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin. After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Anderson finally stopped pumping his semen into her mouth and his magnificent cock deflated.  She absently wondered how long it had been since he came. She sat back, licking her lips, enjoying the salty taste, listening.


Lisa's Revenge



“What’s gotten into you, tiger,” Mrs. Anderson, nearly purred in her irritating smokers voice. “You’re going to have to take care of this woman tonight, but after my bath.”  

Lisa watched Mrs. Anderson’s feet walk past the dining room table and then she heard her walking up the stairs.  Lisa crawled out from under the table and looked over at Mr. Anderson.  

“God…” he croaked.  “I…”

They silently stared at each other.  “I wanted to,” she said, stating the obvious, not knowing how she felt and not wanting Mr. Anderson to say anything.

He stared at her wide eyed, still in shock, from his first ever blow job. “You…you… there’s some…” he stammered and pointed at her face.

Lisa wiped a finger across her chin, capturing the errant strand of cum that had leaked out.  She slowly opened her mouth, inserted her finger into it and sucked it clean. She was embarrassed by what she had just done, but she was incredibly turned on as well.  Mr. Anderson had been the object of many of her school girl fantasies. She had sucked Mr. Anderson off for lust as well as revenge. “Delicious,” she said, meaning it. 

Lisa walked over and kissed Mr. Anderson on the lips. “You better pull up that zipper before your wife sees it… or….”

Bruce fumbled under the table zipping up his pants and standing up.  “Or… or what?” he stammered.

Lisa pressed against him, pushing her big boobs against him. “Maybe I should tell your wife what I just did… what we just did.”

“Uh… no… please…”

Lisa giggled. “I won’t.  So Until next time… Mr. Anderson…” she whispered and kissed him quickly on the lips again.  Then she sauntered away and out the front door.

“Oh shit,” Bruce sighed.  Why had she done that?

It took him several minutes to calm down and feel recovered enough to walk without falling over. When he was able to move, Bruce shut everything down, turned off all the lights and locked up for the night. When he went upstairs, his wife was already in bed with her sleep mask on.  She pulled it off and asked for a rain check on sex, but promised she would be up for it tomorrow. Bruce sighed with relief.  He wasn’t sure he could have gotten it up for her if he wanted to.  He emptied his pockets and paused for a beat.  He thought his spare house key was in there? Hadn’t he grabbed it when he went over to Carl’s house, earlier? Maybe he hadn’t. He really couldn’t think clearly about anything right now, except Lisa’s amazing blow job.  

The next day was a hard one for Bruce Anderson.  He had slept terribly and couldn’t focus on anything.  He made mistakes on several of his accounts and sent his boss the wrong spreadsheet twice.  He was extremely glad when the day was over. He picked up Chinese food for dinner and arrived home nearly the same time his wife did.  He saw Lisa working in the yard across the street.  She was hurrying to trim up the hedges before the rain started. Much to his relief, she never even glanced his way.


Bruce Anderson’s wife was uncharacteristically nice all that evening.  When it was time for bed, she told him to lock up, and give her five minutes to get ready first before he came up.  Bruce turned off all the lights, checking the front door was locked as he passed to the steps. He saw that it wasn’t.  Had he forgotten to lock it when he came in?  He relocked it, turned off the entry way light and headed up stairs to join his wife. He didn’t notice the small, wet footprints on the floor.  

Bruce went into the bedroom and saw candles lit beside the bed, and the covers pulled down. The bathroom light was on and his wife’s called out from it.

“Take your clothes off,” she called out.

Bruce did, leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed.

“Get on the bed,”

He did as he was instructed.

His wife came out in a sexy, blue negligee that he had bought her last year. It did nothing to hide her non existent tits, but it did accentuate her wide hips. This was her first time wearing it. She looked down at his cock as she sauntered out of the bathroom. “Get that thing hard, baby. I’m in need.”

Bruce knew that she wasn’t going to help him get ready in anyway.  She sure as hell wasn’t going to give him a blow job.  He grabbed his soft cock and pulled and stroked it as he looked at his wife.  She spun around for him, showing off her large, round ass.  That and her thick curly hair were her best assets. As she turned to face him again, he lamented the fact that her chest was so flat.  Why couldn’t she be more like Lisa?  Thinking about Lisa and her colossal tits, brought his cock to life.  It started hardening almost instantly.

“Looks like momma’s body did the trick,” Michelle said and then climbed on the bed.

Bruce didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t her body doing the trick.  Michelle laid back and hiked up her lingerie, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to him. “Give it to me baby,” she said pulling him closer.

He entered her easily; she was already wet and ready for him. He started fucking her.  Her eyes were closed tight and she whimpered with every thrust.  Bruce’s eyes were mostly closed too.  He imagined that it was Lisa he was fucking. He wondered what it would be like to squeeze those giant breasts as he pounded into her.  He wondered how Lisa’s pussy would feel around his cock. He looked down at his wife, but suddenly caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.  The closet door slid open and Lisa was standing there watching. She was in his fucking closet!

“Oh… don’t stop,” his wife moaned, wiggling under him, her eyes still closed tightly. Bruce had frozen having seen Lisa.  

His eyes were locked on hers.  She mouthed the words, “Keep fucking her.”

Bruce slid his cock back into his wife and started fucking her again.  Her eyes were still closed and she grunted as he entered her again.  “Yes… uh…”  She hadn’t noticed the intruder in her bedroom.  

Bruce never lost eye contact with Lisa, who had pulled her shirt up exposing her massive, naked breasts to him. They were magnificently large and firm, jutting proudly out from her chest like massive zeppelins and topped with thick, dark nipples.  She made a show of pinching one of her large nipples and then she pushed one of her hands down the front of her shorts.  She was fingering herself as Bruce fucked his wife.  

“That’s it… that’s it… almost there… uh… don’t come before I do…” Mrs. Anderson gasped.  

Bruce was so aroused by being watched by Lisa that he was in pain.  He looked down and focused on what he was doing, fucking his wife harder willing himself to cum.  She came first.  “Oh Bruce… uh… that’s it… ahhh!”  She let out a long wail and her whole body shook in orgasm.  Her hands flailed out to the sides.  “Oh… Oh…” she moaned, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow.  

Bruce could feel his own orgasm approaching.  He pulled out of his wife and shot strands of cum across her pudgy stomach.  Michelle didn’t like him to cum inside her.  She never had.  

“Thanks baby,” she said, relaxing back on the bed.  “Hurry and clean me off before it drips on the sheet.  Thank God, you missed the nightie!” she croaked.  

Bruce obediently went and got some toilet paper and cleaned his sperm off of his wife’s tummy, all the while looking around for Lisa.  The closet door was now shut and the little intruder was nowhere to be seen.  He thought about his options, but how do you tell your wife that you let your teenaged neighbor watch you have sex? 

After his wife put her nightie away and fell asleep, Bruce got up and searched the house thoroughly.  It was empty.  The downstairs door was locked.  No sign of Lisa.  He went back upstairs and quietly opened the closet door, looking inside. There, sitting on the floor all by itself, was Lisa’s colossal bra.  

“Oh shit,” he whispered, snatching it up and hurrying it downstairs.  He quickly stashed it in his briefcase.  Michelle never looked in there.  He made one more sweep of the house, finally comfortable that Lisa had left no more mementos for him, and went back to bed.  He lay there thinking about what to do.  He could call the police.  He could talk to her parents.  He could talk to his wife.  None of them seemed like good options.  What would he say? He had to catch Lisa doing something wrong or breaking into their house.  That would do the trick.  With her record, everyone would believe him.  He drifted off to sleep hours later trying to formulate a plan to catch Lisa in the act of breaking into their house.  It was the only way.  

“Wake up!” Michelle yelled from the bathroom.  

Bruce jerked awake, instantly realizing that it was too bright to be six o’clock.  “What?”

“There was a power outage last night and the alarm didn’t go off,” she yelled back. “It’s seven.”  

“Shit,” he hissed as he rolled out of bed.  He had just enough time to get showered and dressed and head out the door… without coffee!  “Shit, shit, shit!

He rolled into the office with just one minute to spare, but that meant that he had no time to prepare for his weekly, Monday morning meeting.  He bypassed his office and went straight to the conference room. Everyone was taking their seats.

“Morning Bruce,” his boss glanced at him, and then at his watch.  “Bruce, do you have those hand outs?  Give one to everyone. I’ll be right back.” Then his boss left to fetch the sales reports from his office.

Bruce did, thankfully, have all the reports ready.  He had prepared everything last Friday afternoon.  He fumbled open his briefcase too quickly, reached in for the reports and pulled out Lisa’s colossal, lacy J cup bra!  The conference room fell silent.  All eyes were on Bruce and the glorious undergarment he was holding in his hand.  He sputtered and coughed. “My wife’s… uh sorry…gift for her birthday…”

Turning fifty shades of red, he stuffed it back in his briefcase, pulled out the files he needed and slammed it shut.  He was sweating profusely at this point as he shuffled the reports around the table.  He looked up and saw old Trent, from his department nod and gave him a knowing wink.  Linda from accounts payable, who actually knew his wife, looked like she was going to have a heart attack, scowling at him incessantly the entire meeting.

Somehow he made it through the meeting and then managed to avoid old Trent, Linda, and his boss the rest of the day; well almost. He had clocked out and was opening the door to his car, when Linda came up behind him.  

“Bruce.”

He turned around swiftly. “Oh, Linda.”

“Bruce,” she began, “You and I both know that Michelle’s tits wouldn’t fill out a couple of band aids, let alone that monstrosity! God knows that she’s a difficult woman but this isn’t the way. Remember that the wages of sin are death and the whore of Babylon having in her hand a gold cup full of abominations and of the unclean things…”  

Bruce got in his car, shutting the door and shutting out Linda’s religious diatribe.  He was worried about her talking to his wife, but they weren’t friends and had only met at work a couple of times. He thought he was safe for now. He couldn’t let those two see each other in person though.  

“Fuck,” he said, turning out of the parking lot. He hated confrontations.  He could just imagine what his boss was going to say to him tomorrow about starting the meeting that way. He had to stop Lisa’s games now. He was going to call the police when he got home.  He knew that like he knew what color the sky was.  He was angry for once in his life.

When Bruce arrived home, he noticed that his wife’s car wasn't there.  Maybe she had an HOA meeting?  When was that meeting she was talking about the other day to him while Lisa was…? 

“No, no, no,” he muttered, shutting down that thought quickly, unlocking the front door and going inside.  The first thing he did was dispose of Lisa’s bra in the kitchen trash.  Then he took that bag out to the big trashcan in the garage and buried it under a pile of rubbish. “Whew, safe,” he muttered.

Bruce then went over to the answering machine in the kitchen, seeing that he had one message. He pressed play.

“Hi, honey. That community meeting I was talking to you about got moved up to five. I knew you wouldn’t have time to make it.  I’ll let you know how it goes.  I should be home by eight.”

“Perfect,” he said to himself. What he needed, was a hot shower and a Martini! Then he would stage a break in and call the police.  He already knew just how he was going to do it. He put his briefcase in the entry way closet and headed upstairs and into his bedroom.

“Hi baby,”

Bruce froze in his tracks.  Lisa was sprawled out on the bed, wearing the very same lingerie that his wife had been wearing the night before.  It looked a hell of a lot better on his young neighbor.  Her tits were so immense that they threatened to burst right through the material.  There was already a visible rip on the left side of it. Her hard nipples were visible underneath the fabric, poking out at him.  It was obscenely small on her.  Her chest had caused it to ride up, as well, exposing her shaved pussy.  He could actually see her pussy. It glistened invitingly at him.

“You have to leave,” he managed to say with an impressive display of authority. “Now!” he added with a less than impressive, little croak.  

“But I’ve been waiting all afternoon for you, baby,” she purred, running a hand over one of her mountainous tits and squeezing it. “Don’t you want me?”

“No… my wife…”

“…won’t be home until eight. Its five thirty, now.  I listened to her message when I got in.  I almost picked up the phone and told her not to bother coming home at all.  You’re mine now, and I don’t want to share you with her.”

“Share me?  I… you’re ruining my life…. I don’t want you…”

“No? Your pants are telling me a different story,” Lisa said, sitting up and pulling down one of the straps. “Oops… I think I stretched it a little,” she giggled.

“Please…” Bruce muttered weakly watching Lisa pull the thin strap down past her shoulder, exposing one of her amazingly plump, heavy breasts.  “God…” He knew that his cock had betrayed him.  It was straining against the confines of his boxer briefs and dress pants.  “No.”

“Come here.”

Bruce shook his head. His cock, so hard and trapped in his briefs, wanted to go to her, but he prevailed and stood his ground.

She pouted at him as she pulled down the other strap. Now she was topless, he was spellbound. She was getting ready to get off the bed and come to him, when the phone rang. It broke the spell and they both looked at the hand set on the bedside table.

Bruce was going to let it ring but Lisa reached out for it and picked it up. He ran over to her and snatched it roughly from her hand, but not before she pressed the talk button.

“Hello,” he said, trying to turn away.

“Bruce, glad you picked up.  I just wanted to make sure you got my message,” Michelle said.

Just as Bruce was turning away, Lisa grabbed his belt and pulled him back towards the bed, hard. Bruce’s shins slammed against the bed and he nearly toppled over.

Bruce grunted and tried to get away but Lisa had his pants and belt in a death grip. Any further struggle would have been too noisy, with his wife on the phone.

“I’ll yell if you do that again,” Lisa whispered up at him.

“You okay? Are you even paying attention to me?” his wife asked him, on the phone.

“Sorry, honey… uh… just stubbed my toe.”

“I swear, you’re so clumsy sometimes.  Anyways, here’s what we’re going to discuss tonight…” his wife started droning on about all the non issues that he was supposed to be interested in.

Lisa pulled down Bruce’s zipper and snaked her hand inside his fly grabbing his erection through his underwear.  He grimaced in pleasure trying not to make a sound.  Shaking his head urgently and mouthing the word “no” to Lisa.  It was too late.  She unfastened his belt and pants like a pro, and within seconds he was naked from the waist down in front of her.  Again he tried to pull away but she had a painfully tight grip on his cock.  He was trapped.  

He had to end the call. “I’ve got to go…” he started.

“Can’t you ever just give me five minutes of your time?  Just hold on until I finish.  Jesus, Bruce!”

“Okay… dear…” He said obediently.  He almost yelled the word fuck a second later when Lisa sucked his exposed cock into her mouth.  Somehow he kept silent as his wife continued her verbal onslaught.  

Lisa worked her mouth up and down Bruce’s cock, taking him into her throat again. It took all of his self-control not to moan out loud as this beautiful, young lady gave him another amazing blowjob.  He started thrusting his cock into her mouth and Lisa responded by grabbing his ass cheeks from behind, forcing him deeper.  Before long, he was fucking her mouth and she was noisily slurping around his cock with his every thrust.

“What’s that noise?  What are you doing?”  Michelle asked.

“Oh, uh nothing, I was just getting ready for the… uh… um…. shower.”

“I know when you’re tuning me out. I’ll see you in a few hours.”  The phone went dead.

Lisa quickly adjusted her position and pulled Bruce onto the bed on top of her.  With his pants down around his ankles, he didn’t have any leverage and fell against her. His cock head was against her wet sex.  

“I’m ready for you.”

“We can’t…”

Lisa reached down and grabbed his cock.  “You’re always so hard for me.”  She aimed it at the entrance to her pussy. “Please…”

God help him, but Bruce entered her. The way she was looking up at him, like an angel; like he was the only man in the world, and all she wanted to do was please him. Michelle had never looked at him like that.  

“Oh, God!” she cried out as he put his full length inside her.  She pulled his head down and kissed him.

She was so wet and tight and warm. Michelle had never felt like that. This was better than anything he had ever imagined. Bruce fucked Lisa furiously, driving his cock deep inside her again and again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Her hands were all over him.  

“You’re… I’m coming… Oh!”  She squealed. “Uh, you’re so big!”

Bruce actually felt her pussy contracting around his cock as she came.  He had never felt anything like that in his life.  It was too much.  He grunted and then flooded her pussy with his semen. “Uh… fuck…. uh….” He kept thrusting into her filling her with his seed.

He collapsed on top of her after his orgasm, loving the feeling of her legs around his body and her hands stroking the back of his head and back.

“Wow… baby,” she purred into his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that.”

Bruce rolled off of her and then reality set it.  He sat bolt upright.

“Are you on the pill? I didn’t… you didn’t give me any time…”

“No silly,” she said draping an arm and leg over him, molding her breasts against his side.  “How are we going to have a baby if I’m on the pill?”

Bruce nearly choked on his own saliva and started to sputter.  Then they both heard the front door open and Mrs. Anderson’s voice call up. “They canceled the meeting.  Are you still in the shower?”

“Get out!” hissed Bruce.  He hopped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom turning on the shower.

Lisa rolled off the bed, pulled the sheet smooth and grabbing her clothes off the floor.  She could hear Mrs. Anderson coming up the stairs.  She ran into the bathroom with Bruce.  

“Not in here,” Bruce said hopping into the shower.  Lisa spun around twice, here huge boobies bouncing all over the place. Then she crawled into the oversized tub and hoped Mrs. Anderson wouldn’t actually come in the bathroom. She curled herself up as small as she could.

“How long of a damn shower do you take when I’m not here?” Mrs. Anderson said from the doorway. “No wonder the water bill is so high, but you don’t care about that, do you?” From her position, at the doorway, she couldn’t see into the tub and thankfully, she didn’t venture any further in.  “Come downstairs when you’re done, will you? I’m gonna change into some sweat pants and have some wine.”




Lisa's Revenge



“Sounds good, dear,” he answered, lathering his body up.

“Hey, isn’t your company having their picnic soon. You know, the only person I know there is Linda, from when you two worked at Pearson and Pearson. I’d really like to catch up with her again. That will be fun.”

“Yes, that would be fun,” Bruce answered, hoping she would leave.  If she even stepped one more foot inside the bathroom, she would see Lisa for sure!

“I guess,” she answered indifferently.  Then she was gone.

Lisa could hear her open the dresser drawer, presumably to get her sweatpants and then she heard her go back down the stairs.  Lisa wasn’t sure what she wanted, but a confrontation with Mrs. Anderson whilst naked, tonight, wasn’t on her agenda.  She wanted to be in control of the situation.  She did want Bruce’s baby, though. That, she knew for sure. She could feel is sperm leaking out of her.  Getting pregnant would be the ultimate revenge, Lisa thought. 

Bruce got out of the shower and toweled off quickly, as Lisa crawled out of the tub and got dressed. She pulled on some nearly invisible string bikini bottoms and the shortest shorts Bruce had ever seen. They hugged her perfect round ass tightly and had the word HOT printed across.  She hadn’t worn a bra over to his house and her tight t-shirt did nothing to support or hide her enormous tits.  

“Jesus, Lisa, how did your parents let you leave the house like that?” he hissed, pulling on his own sweat pants and a white t-shirt that had been sitting in the corner of the bathroom.

“I’m over eighteen,” Lisa said, coming close to him. “Besides, they weren’t home.”

“I… we shouldn’t have done that… and you said… a baby?”

Lisa pressed her massive chest against him, kissing him hard.  “Yes.  I want your baby… then I want your wife’s car and her last name, and to sleep on her side of the bed in this house every night.”

“We’ve gone too far.  Please don’t say anything to Michelle. We have to get you out of the house.”

“I know… baby… tonight is not the night for that.”

Lisa then padded out of the bathroom, before Bruce could respond. He followed her, trying to catch her and go down first to distract his wife, but Lisa was already down the stairs.  He saw her at the bottom, peeking around the corner and listening.  Then she was at the front door and out, nearly without making a sound.  Just as Bruce got to the bottom of the steps, a mere two seconds after Lisa, his wife walked out of the kitchen.  

“I thought I heard something out here,”

“Just, me!” Bruce said, too brightly.

Michelle gave him a frown and took a big sip from her wine glass. “Okay, come in and let me tell you what Mary said and why we had to cancel.  God, you won’t believe the nerve of that lady.  She thinks someone died and left her in charge.  Can you imagine?”

“No, dear,” he said, following her into the kitchen for what he knew would be an hour of gossip that he cared nothing about, and thanking God that Lisa had snuck out the door before his wife saw her.

The rest of the week passed with incident and without Bruce seeing Lisa anywhere.  He had been trying to think of some way to get out of his predicament with her all week.  He had no fucking idea what he was going to do. The only thought he had was to stage a break in and blame it on Lisa and she kept ruining that plan.

Sitting in his office, Friday afternoon, he was finished with his reports and was formulating a plan to deal with Lisa.  His thoughts kept drifting away from getting Lisa into trouble, to getting her into his bed again.  He couldn’t get the thought of the feeling of her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her, out of his head.  He couldn’t get the thought of her sweet, sweet mouth on his cock out of his head.  He was getting hard just thinking about Lisa and her amazing body.  “Jesus, what am I going to do?”  He said out loud.  

Just then, his phone rang.  “Hello?”

“Bruce, its Michelle.”

“Oh, I didn’t recognize the number?  Where are you?”

“I left work early and my car wouldn’t start.  I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but I already had them tow it to the shop and I’m out having drinks with the girls.  I might stay the night at Cindy Macintosh’s house.  She lives right around the corner from the shop and can drop me off tomorrow morning.  You’ll have to fend for yourself for dinner tonight.”

“Oh… okay. I can do that.  Say hi to Cindy for me then,” But the phone was already dead before he finished his sentence.  Increasingly, the conversations between him and his wife were ending like that; like his input wasn’t really necessary.  

His desk phone rang again. This time it was his secretary.  “You’re wife’s here,” she said. “She’s really cute and super nice.”

“Uh… I’ll be right out,” he sputtered. That definitely was no description of Michelle.  He got up and walked out to reception. There was Lisa, dressed to kill in a tight black dress and high heels.  Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and her nails were freshly done; long and red.  Bruce just stood there dumbly for a moment, taking her in.  He glanced down at her shoes.  They were the shoes he had bought for his wife for her last birthday.  He recognized the design on the front.  It was very distinctive.  The dress was unquestionably not his wife’s.  She would have had to put two volley balls down the front to fill it out like Lisa was filling it out.  His cock twitched involuntarily.

“Hi, baby!” she said hurrying over to him and giving him a big hug and hard kiss on the lips.  

“Hey,” he just said lamely.  “Let’s go to my office,”

“Bye Lisa,” his secretary chimed after them. “I’ll see you at the picnic in a few weeks! It was nice to finally meet you.”

“Same, here!” Lisa answered back warmly.

Once in the office, Bruce shut the door forcefully and turned on his young neighbor. “What the hell?  What…those are Michelle’s shoes,” he hissed, gesturing at her feet. Then he looked at her hand. “A ring?”  

Lisa was wearing a wedding ring with a big, fat diamond.  It was beautiful.

“Calm down, baby,” Lisa said.  “This was my grandmother’s wedding ring and it fits me perfectly.  It’s actually mine now; my mother gave it to me last year. You’ll get me a better one.”

“Better…my wife… uh… my job… look, Lisa.”

“Shhh,” Lisa put her finger to her full, red lips and with the other hand, pushed Bruce back against his desk.  He sat on the edge.

“What do you want,” he pleaded.

“I want what Michelle has.  I want her life.  She doesn’t deserve it and I'm sure she doesn’t deserve you. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“We can’t…” he started, but Lisa shushed him again.

“We can… listen…” a tear streaked down her cheek. “I… this… I… this all started off as a way to get back at your wife for ruining my life.”

“We’ve been over that…”

“No, just listen.  It started out like that, I was so angry at her.  I wanted to take everything from her, including you… and then… and then being with you and seeing how you really are.  It’s so much more than that now.  Now all I want is you.”

“I…” Bruce was embarrassed.  He didn’t know what to say.

“I want you and I want your baby, and I want what your wife has.  She doesn’t deserve you, but I do.  I’ll prove it to you.  I don’t want to pretend that I’m your wife any longer.”

“You’re too young, for one thing,” Bruce started to find his spine again and he was going to set young Lisa right. 

“No,” she leaned in and kissed him.  He started to open his mouth to protest and pull away, but her tongue snaked into his mouth and god help him; Bruce responded passionately.  Within seconds they were sucking on each other’s tongues like lovelorn teenagers, making out at the drive in.  “Pull your pants down,” Lisa commanded breathlessly. “I need you inside me, now.”

Bruce complied.  Despite the fact that anyone could have barged in on them, he pulled his pants down.  

Lisa switched positions and leaned over the desk, hiking the dress up over her hips.  She wasn’t wearing any underwear.  “I’m so wet and ready for you,” she hissed over her shoulder. “Stick it in. Please.”

Bruce moved up behind her and sank his cock into Lisa’s tight, wet pussy, inch by inch.  She muffled a scream into her arm as he rammed into her to the hilt.  “God!”  

He fucked her hard against his desk, loving the feel of her.  His wife had never let him fuck her like this.  After a few minutes, he could feel his balls begin to tighten.  He was about to cum.  He warned her.

“It’s okay,” she grunted as he kept pumping into her. “You’ll take care of me later, yeah?”

“Oh, yes.”  Bruce would have agreed to anything in the world right then.  

“Cum in me, Bruce! Give me your baby juice… uh… please!”

“Here it… uh… yes…” he grunted, as he filled Lisa’s pussy with semen again.  He thought he would never stop cumming.  Finally he was spent and collapsed on top of her.  The phone rang.

Bruce pulled out of Lisa with a wet plop and grasped his desk phone. “Yes…” he croaked.  It was his secretary again.  

“I just wanted to tell you to have a great weekend and please tell your wife how much I enjoyed meeting her. She’s so sweet.  Bye.”

Bruce hung up the phone and looked over at Lisa.  She had straightened herself up and was sitting there looking at him with a big smile on her lips.  “I want you.” She said simply. “Shall we leave?”

“How did you know my wife wouldn’t be here or…?”

“I heard you guys talking.  She never comes in here.  Where is she now?  At work?”

“No… she… yes…”

“You’re so silly,” Lisa giggled at him. “I’m hungry.  What do you say, take your new wife out to dinner?”

“You’re not… I…” Bruce shook his head in frustration. He finished getting himself straightened out and grabbed his briefcase. “Come on. Let’s go.”

He quickly walked out of his office, with Lisa scurrying along behind him.  He rushed past reception, glad that his secretary wasn’t there to tell him how cute his “wife” was again.  Lisa hurried to catch up to him, determined to walk together with him.  As he neared the elevators she finally caught up and grasped his hand and squeezed it.  “Don’t leave me behind like that ever again,” she whispered. “Please.”

Bruce pushed the button with his free hand and turned to say something to Lisa just as Linda came around the corner.  She looked from Bruce to Lisa, then down to their hands and up to Lisa’s massive chest, her eyes going wide.

Lisa looked over at her and smiled, breaking the awkward silence first. “Hi, I’m Lisa.”

“I’m Linda.”  Linda looked at them both quizzically, expecting a much more detailed introduction and explanation.

Lisa squeezed Bruce’s hand tightly and giggled, like she was expecting him to expand on the introductions.  He didn’t.  In fact, he discreetly tried to pull away but Lisa had a death grip on his hand. She was holding on to him so tightly that he was losing feeling in the tips of his fingers.  Lisa kissed him on the cheek and then turned to Linda.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Linda.  I’m Bruce’s wife, Lisa.  Are you going to the company picnic this year?”

Linda just stood there, stone faced and open mouthed.  The elevator opened and Bruce and Lisa got on and waited for Linda.  “Are you going down?” Lisa asked, innocently.

Linda shook her head and glared at them both until the elevator door hid her from view.

“Fuck!” Bruce cursed.  He didn’t usually curse.  It seemed that Lisa brought that side of him out, the longer this game of hers kept going.  “She knows Michelle! She knows my wife!  The cat’s out of the bag.  I’m ruined.”

“Silly,” Lisa giggled and then leaned into him, crushing her luxurious body against his. “I’m your new wife and we’re going to have a wonderful life together. I’ll make sure of it. Don’t worry about that old bag.”

They exited the building without seeing another person, and got to Bruce’s car.  “Get in. I’m taking you home.”

“Oh, goodie!”

“No… your home.”

“I like it when you’re firm and in control, and I live right across the street from you, you know?”

“I know that,” Bruce said angrily.

They both got in and Bruce started driving them home.  He kept stealing glances at Lisa, in spite of himself.  The way her seatbelt cut through her cleavage, making her big, round tits, look even larger and like they were on display for him and him alone.

“What are you looking at,” she said, catching his glance.

“Nothing!” he said, too quickly, missing the turn to his street. “Shit!”

“You sure have a nasty mouth,” Lisa said, giggling.

“I don’t,” he protested. “You…”

“Oh, I know I do,” she said snaking her hand over and grabbing his cock firmly, over his pants.  “It likes to suck on this big, fat cock of yours. It likes to be filled up with your nasty man juice. I have a really nasty mouth and it’s all yours.”

“Shit! Get down!” Bruce pushed Lisa’s head down onto his crotch. It wasn’t where he wanted her at the moment, but it was the only place she was positioned to go.  

“Mmmm,” she purred.  “I guess you like my nasty mouth!” 

“No… uh… not for that. It’s your father.  He just turned in right behind us.”

“Well, I’m not going to waste this chance, lover and you look like you need some relief, again.  There’s only one thing for a good wife to do.”  Lisa then unzipped his pants, forcefully yanked his hardening cock through his fly, and vacuumed it into her warm, willing mouth.

“Oh, Fuck!” Bruce yelled, swerving across the street and nearly running over Mrs. Nelson and her little yappy dog. “Sorry!” he yelled out the window. “Oh... sweet Jesus!” He grunted adjusting himself in the seat. Lisa was slurping on his cock, sucking on him with all her might.  Bruce looked in the rear view mirror seeing that Lisa’s father was driving along right behind them now.  Little did he know that his sweet little girl was sucking his neighbor’s cock in the car right in front of him!

“Mmmm,” Lisa moaned around his cock. It was covered in her drool.  She increased her rhythm.  

Finally, Bruce turned onto his street and then into his driveway.  He fumbled the remote to his garage door and drove in, closing it behind him. Once he was parked and they were alone in the dark, he grabbed Lisa’s pony tail and pulled her off of his cock.

“Ouch!” she protested, a long strand of saliva running from her wet, lips.

“Out!” he demanded, a crazy look in his eyes, getting out of the car himself.

When Lisa got out of her side of the car, Bruce was waiting there for her.  He grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her behind him and into the house.  Once in the kitchen he turned suddenly around to her and ripped the front of her dress down, easily tearing the already straining fabric.  Her giant melons flopped free.

“Uh… Mr. Anderson…”

“Oh, it’s not Bruce anymore?” He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and underwear down.  His cock was so hard, it was pulsating, menacingly. “Get down!”

Lisa went down on the floor onto her back, spreading his legs wide for him.  Her pussy was already soaked. She was as turned on as he was.  “You won’t hurt me?”  

His outburst had scared her, but what did she expect. She was inserting herself into his life. Everything was out of control.  But he could man up and control this, now.

Bruce mounted Lisa, plunging deep inside her with one powerful thrust.  She screamed his name as he fucked her.  Her long red nails raked his back as she orgasmed under his relentless onslaught.  “Fuck, Bruce… I love you. Make me cum… give us a baby!  Uhhh!”

She clamped her legs and arms around him as she came, screaming his name and her love for him again.  Bruce pulled up to maul her magnificent tits as he flooded her pussy with his sperm for the second time that day.  He shot his load deep inside her.  He knew that he was going to impregnate her and he just didn’t care.  They lay together on the kitchen floor totally spent and covered in sweat.

“Bruce…” she said, reaching over and clasping his hand.  “I meant what I said.  I love you.”

“Lisa…”

“Just be quiet for a minute… please.  This whole thing started as… it was about Michelle but… now it’s about you. I know I keep saying that but I don’t think you believe me. I want you.  I love you.  I want to be with you.  I want to cook you dinner every night and have it ready for you when you come home.  I love that you were so forceful just now, telling me what to do.  I fucking loved that.”

“Your parents… my wife… I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I like older men, silly,” she giggled.  Her breasts jiggled when she laughed.  It was mesmerizing.  “I’m going away for a couple of weeks with my mom… to visit my grandmother, but I want you to know that I’ll be thinking about you everyday and that I’m going to want you just as much when I get back. Promise me that you’ll still be here for me.  Don’t let Michelle turn you against me.”

“Lisa… I just don’t know,” he said.  He really didn’t know what to do.  He was certainly in lust with this young woman.  Her words were juvenile almost like a teen movie dialogue. When she talked to him like this, he always imagined that he was in one of the Twilight movies. Then he tried to imagine what it would be like to come home to a smiling face for a change.  He imagined what it would be like to have those huge breasts waiting for him in his bed at night. He imagined what it would be like to be with a woman that really wanted children.  His mind was totally fucked, he thought. “Let’s talk when you get back,” he said simply.

“Okay, then she draped her arm and leg over him and kissed him on the cheek. “Just remember that someone really loves you.”

Bruce just laid there on the hard linoleum floor when Lisa got up and inspected her dress. “You owe me another one,” she giggled and then went upstairs.  He heard the shower turn on.  

“It’s like she owns the place,” he thought. All kinds of crazy thoughts swirled around his head.  He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear her come back down.  

“I won’t see you tomorrow. We’re leaving early. I’ll send you an email if I get a chance.”

He sat up and looked at her. “You don’t know my email address and we share…”

“I know. I have your work email. I got it when I was in your office.”  She was wearing one of his wife’s white skirts and a black shirt.  The skirt fit her perfectly.  Where Michelle had all her weight in her hips, Lisa had it in her wonderfully round ass.  The net result was that it fit her perfectly. The shirt was another story.  It was long on Mrs. Anderson, but because of Lisa’s huge rack, it exposed her flat midriff. It looked amazing on her, almost obscene.

“Those are my wife’s,” he protested.

“Yes. I know they are mine, honey,” she mocked him, smiling mischievously at him.

“Okay… we’ll talk when you get back, but your parents… I mean… you can’t go home like that!  Your… your…”

“They’re called tits, Bruce,” she said. “Don’t worry, I found a big hoodie to cover up with.”  She had one of Bruce’s pullovers with his college logo on the front.  He had forgotten he had it.  “It will remind me of you, while I’m gone.”

Then she left.  Bruce sat, naked, on his kitchen floor for sometime, and then he got hungry, went in search of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza.  

His wife came home the next morning, just like she had promised, never suspecting a thing.  Unlike Lisa, who always had something nice to say to him, Michelle seemed to bitch the whole day.  As evening approached, Bruce was working in the garage, organizing some junk, when Michelle popped her head in.  

“What did you spill on the kitchen floor?  It’s all sticky.”

“It’s me and Lisa’s cum, honey,” he said softly, after she had already gone back into the house.  He started laughing uncontrollably at how funny that was.  Michelle popped her head back in the garage and he had to stifle a few giggles, pretending that he was coughing and clearing his throat.




Lisa's Revenge



“Did you say something, dear?” she asked.

“Ugh… no… just coughing,”

“Oh… well that was the Miller’s from across the street.  You know, Lisa’s parents.”

“What was,” Bruce asked, totally confused.

“On the phone… never mind. They invited us over for dinner in a few weeks.  Lisa and her mother are visiting relatives.”

“I… I thought you hated them,” Bruce said, starting to panic a little.

“I suppose I did,” she said. “Well not them, you know.  Lisa has always been a trouble maker and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but they explained to me that she’s really changed her life around and she’s really working hard and you know what?”

“What dear?” Bruce said, wondering what his wife would say if she knew what Lisa had been working hard on.

“It was Lisa’s idea to invite us over, sort of like an olive branch,”

Bruce choked. That little minx.  This was not going to be good. “Uh…” was all he could muster.

“Yeah, I know! Shocking right? Anyway, it’s a free meal and we’ll give her a chance.  Keep it quiet in here, okay, I’m going to bed.”

“Yes, dear,” he said, but Michelle was already back in the house.

The rest of the weekend passed without incident.  Michelle had an HOA meeting on Saturday afternoon.  Bruce read his financial papers and magazines and drank his Martini’s.  Sunday, he mowed the lawn and that night he watched a baseball game while his wife read a crime novel and drank her wine. They hadn’t said a word to each other since Friday. The Anderson’s lives had returned to boring, like Lisa hadn’t invaded it at all.  

Bruce couldn’t take it.  He wanted to scream at his wife to say something to him; anything! But then it would just be her bitching about something.  He longed for her to say something nice to him or thank him for mowing the yard, but she wouldn’t.  It wasn’t her way.  He wanted her to come over and cuddle with him while they watched a movie.  He bet Lisa would if she were there.  He knew Lisa would have thanked him for mowing the grass and would have bought him out some ice tea, while he sweated in the afternoon sun.  She’d only been gone a few days and he missed her already.

He decided to have a few more Martini’s and then take a cold shower and then fall asleep.  Michelle didn’t even stir when he went into the kitchen. She didn’t even come in when he stood there for half an hour making and drinking three Martini’s in a row.  He was a bit tipsy at this point, especially for a Sunday evening.  He went up and took his cold shower.  When he came out, Michelle was in the bedroom getting her clothes ready for the next day.

“Hey, I’m missing a few things,” She said to him.

“What?”

“Jesus, would you just listen for once,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I can’t find my new skirt or one of my shirts.  I had them laid out.  I was going walking with a couple of the girls after work tomorrow.”

“I may… may…”

“You and your fucking Martinis, Bruce,” she retorted, clearly irritated with him.

“Wear something else,” he slurred, pulling on shorts and falling onto the bed.

“I know… go to sleep. Next time you do laundry over the weekend, ask me first, okay?” she left the room.

“They look better on Lisa, anyway,” he mumbled and fell asleep. Michelle hadn’t heard him.  

The next day, his wife was gone before Bruce woke up.  He made himself some breakfast and then headed to work.  He got into the elevator the same time that Linda did.  

“Alone, this morning I see,” she said, not making eye contact with him and clearly disapproving of his “new wife”.

“Yeah,” he said lamely and not wanting to have this conversation.  Why did everyone have to be such a bitch to him? Thankfully Linda kept quiet the rest of the ride up and went her separate way after they arrived at their floor.  Bruce headed past reception, but his secretary waved him over.

“Sorry, Mr. Anderson, I know you’re super busy this morning, but your wife just called and was sorry she missed you.  She said to have a super day and that she misses you.  She is just so sweet!”  

“Uh… thank you,” Bruce said and moving on to his office.  He did have a busy day planned with meetings and conference calls.  He fired up his computer and opened his emails and after sending off some replies and taking notes, a new one came in.  It was from Lisa.  

“Hi baby!  I called your office but you weren’t there yet.  It’s only been a couple of days but I’m dying here without you. I miss you terribly. I wish I could have woken you up with a kiss and a blowjob and then made you breakfast.  I wish I could be there tonight to make you a nice dinner and give you a massage and then take you upstairs to make love to you. I can’t wait to see you again and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Love you,

Lisa”

He smiled and felt warm and alive for the first time in days.  Was it love?  Was it lust?  He didn’t know and he didn’t care.  He couldn’t wait to see her again either.  Then he frowned.  What the hell was he thinking?  She was fresh out of high school and didn’t know anything about life or how life really worked.  It wasn’t that simple.  You couldn’t just go around being with whoever you wanted and you couldn’t fall in love with someone after a few weeks.  

He wrote back to her.

“Good morning, Lisa.  This past week with you has been crazy, to say the least.  I woke up thinking about you as well, but I can’t help thinking that we’re doing the wrong thing. I think we should take this break as a good thing and a chance to clear our heads.  I’m too old for you and I don’t think you really love me.  We can’t see each other again.  I’m sorry.  Don’t contact me again.

Mr. Anderson”

He hit send.  He thought that signing it with just his last name, gave the email some authority.  He left his desk to go to his first meeting.  He wasn’t really happy, but he felt determined for a change.  He felt like he was making decisions for once and he was in control.  Later that afternoon, he checked his emails again. There was nothing from Lisa.  There was no further contact from Lisa for two weeks.

Bruce was getting ready to leave when an email alert popped up on his screen on a Friday afternoon.  It was from Lisa.  He grimaced and opened it.  

“Dearest Bruce,

Your email hurt me deeply. I cried myself to sleep, that night when I opened it.  As the week went on, though, I became even more determined to prove to you, how much I truly do love you.  We’ll talk when I come back.  Please just give me five minutes of your time before dinner next Friday.  I saved and printed out your last email so that one day we can read it together and laugh at how silly you were.

With deepest, heartfelt Love,

Lisa”

“Fuck!” he exclaimed loudly.  “I just incriminated myself! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

There was a knock on his office door and then his secretary popped her head inside. “Is everything okay, Mr. Anderson?”

“I…I just bumped my knee on the edge of my desk.  I’m okay.  Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was out there.” he lied.

“Oh, I know how painful that can be, sir,” she said smiling. “Have a great weekend.  See you Monday.  Say hi to your wife for me.”

“I will,” he said, thinking absently what she would say when he showed up at the company picnic with his real wife, Michelle, instead of Lisa.  This shit was getting serious.  “Fuck,” he said again and gathered up his stuff.

That weekend was even more boring than the previous one. Bruce tried to distract his mind by reading and drinking Martini’s but all he could think about was how mad Michelle would be when Lisa showed her his email.  He could deny the whole thing of course.  It was easy to fake documents like that, but he really, really hated confrontations.  He decided, simply, that he was going to get sick next weekend and skip the dinner and talk to Lisa on the side, help her get some counseling and sell the house and move away. He’d been looking on Trulia and it was a good time to sell.  

On Monday morning, there was a new email from Lisa.  It read simply:

“Good morning, sweetheart,

I’ve got some amazing news for us and can’t wait to share it with you this weekend.  I can’t wait to see you.  Can you believe that it’s been over a month since we were first together?

Love,

Your darling Lisa”

Well, he thought, this one wasn’t quite so melodramatic. Maybe she had gotten another scholarship.  That would be really good. He spent the rest of the week thinking of strategies to deal with Lisa.  He thought he had it well planned out.  It started out with him getting suddenly very ill Friday morning and missing the dinner party with Lisa and her parents.  That was for sure.

On that Friday afternoon near four O’clock, his boss came in to talk to him about a project they were starting next week.  He gladly took the opportunity to distract himself with work.  They talked for a good hour before his boss took his leave, satisfied that they were going to be off to a running start with the project on Monday morning.

“Oh, and I’ll see you Sunday at the picnic, yes?” his boss turned and asked before walking out the door.  “You missed last year and I think it would be good for you to come.”  

“Yes, I’ll be there.” Bruce replied, getting the feeling that it was more of an order than a request.  

“Great! Oh, don’t forget to bring you’re wife.  I’d love to meet her.”

“Uh… yes, she’ll be here.”

“Awesome!  See you Sunday, then.  You’ll be glad you came.”

Bruce hadn’t even brought the subject up with Michelle the past week.  She might have forgotten all about it.  Lisa knew, of course.  “Fuck,” he said getting into his car and driving home.  He had a bad feeling about this weekend. He left without checking his email one last time.  He really should have.  There was one from Lisa that simply said “See you tonight! Everyone will be so surprised.”

When he arrived home, he saw that his wife was already there, parked in the driveway.  She opened the door right before his hand grabbed the door knob.

“It’s about fucking time, Bruce,” she glowered at him. “Where were you?”

“Work. Where else would I be?”

“Did you forget diner with the Millers?”

“Uh, I don’t... “

“Come on,”

He tried to protest and tell her that he wasn’t feeling well.  He was going to send her a text but his boss had distracted him.

Michelle grabbed his briefcase, placing it inside the doorway and locking and shutting it behind her. “Come on,” she said pulling him down the driveway.  “We’re not late, but I just don’t like being rushed.”

Defeated, he let Michelle drag him across the street, to the Millers.  He noticed both cars in the driveway, meaning that Lisa and her mother were back from their trip. He had held out a little hope that they wouldn’t be back in time.

Michelle knocked and Mrs. Miller opened the door. He had never really taken the time to get to know his neighbors across the street, and he had never really noticed Mrs. Miller before now. Looking at her, close up, standing in the doorway, Bruce could really see where Lisa got her beauty from and where she had inherited her bust from, although Mrs. Miller dressed way more conservatively than Lisa.  She was definitely stacked, though. 

“Hi, come in Bruce… Michelle.  Welcome to our home,” she offered, warmly.  Bruce and Michelle followed her inside. “John’s upstairs getting ready; he got home just before you got here. Lisa will be down in a minute.  She was supposed to be helping me but she always takes too long to get ready.  “Bruce, have a seat, please.”  She dragged Michelle into the kitchen with her.

Bruce settled on the couch, feeling like a nervous schoolboy. This was all terribly wrong. His stomach hurt and he was sweating.  He could hear the women in the kitchen chatting away about something unimportant and cutting vegetables.  He just sat there listening to their white noise, for what seemed like forever. 

Then, Lisa appeared at the bottom of the steps; visible to him alone.  She was stunning, as he knew she would be, wearing a beige dress with black polka dots.  It was spectacular on her without being overtly sexual.  

“Hi,” she said softly, standing there looking at him.  

“Hi,” he stood.  “You look… that’s a nice dress.”

“Thank you. I’ve got something to tell you that will change everything.”

“Are you okay?”

“Do you care?”

“I do… I mean…”

“You don’t,”

“What makes you think I don’t care about you?”

“Well, you haven’t kissed me yet, have you?”

He started to shake and cough.  Just then his wife and Lisa’s mother walked into the room. “Really… it’s dinner, Lisa.  You always take things too far,” her mother said, frowning at Lisa. “That dress doesn’t even look good on you, but whatever.  Dinner’s ready.”

Bruce couldn’t believe the little toxic rant he had witnessed from Lisa’s mother.  His wife gave him a funny look, that seemed to say, let’s get this over with so we can go home, and they all went into the dining room. Lisa’s father joined them a few moment’s later.  Bruce noticed that the kitchen and the dinning room were immaculate, almost sterile.

“Shall we?” Lisa’s mother started. Soon they were all passing around the food.  Lisa’s mother got up to retrieve a ladle from the counter looked at the floor in disgust and retook her seat, after sending a nasty look towards her daughter.  “You’re an accountant, right, Bruce?”

“I am!” he said brightly.  He knew he could talk for hours and bore anyone to sleep on this topic, and that just happened to be his new plan.  After they were all asleep, he would sneak home and deal with this uncomfortable mess tomorrow after a boatload of Martinis.  He began.  “Um… I actually audit and reconcile…”

“Yes… yes…” Lisa’s mother interrupted him and then turned on Lisa.  “You see, he needs to have an eye for detail, which you don’t have.  Look at this floor. Do you call that clean? Do you?”  Everyone had stopped eating.

“Dad said it was clean,” she said meekly.  

“Your father said it was clean? Do YOU think it's clean? Do YOU think it's clean? Look at that, DO you?” she said pointing at an invisible smudge on the floor.

Lisa shrank back into her chair, her eyes were watering and she was staring hard at her plate, as if that would save her.  Bruce suddenly realized the dynamics of this family and why Lisa was so upset about not being able to get away to college and why she was so obsessed with revenge against his wife.  She was trapped here in a hellish, dysfunctional family and it made Bruce angry.  

“Stop it!” he said forcefully to Lisa’s mother. “Stop it. The floor looks great. She did a great job at it. The dress looks lovely on her and… and there’s no need to belittle her.”  He instantly realized that he had over reacted.  

The dinning room went even more silent.  Nobody moved and all eyes were on Bruce. At this point, he lost his nerve again and wished he had never said a thing. Lisa looked up at him like he was her savior. Bruce nodded back at her.

Michelle broke the silence. “We should go. Come on Bruce. We don’t want to get involved.” She stood up, pushing her chair back, and then leaned over to Lisa’s mother. “I can see the smudge, if it matters. Bruce doesn’t understand how hard it can be with girls like Lisa.”

Lisa had been staring at Bruce the whole time.  Bruce nodded and smiled at her again.  Really, he only meant to convey that he understood what she was going through and to offer her some encouragement, but she took it as a sign that she should speak up, and she did.

Lisa stood up quickly nearly knocking her chair over. “Wait. I have something to say.”

Lisa’s mother started to interrupt her but didn’t… she just sat there staring at her daughter like everyone else in the room.  Michelle settled back into her chair.

“I… whew… this is hard.  I have something to say.”

Michelle sat on the edge of her chair, as if this was only going to be a momentary delay.  

“I… uh” Lisa’s eyes started to water and her voice cracked.  Bruce had never seen her look so small, so frail, so afraid and unsure of herself.  Was this the real Lisa and not the one that had seduced him at every turn over the last month?  

“Lisa, sit down,” her mother commanded, but Lisa stood her ground and shook her head.

“No!  I’ve got something to say…an announcement.”  She took a big breath, “I’m pregnant!”

Lisa’s mother gasped and dropped the fork she had been holding in a death grip. It fell on the floor, causing a real smudge this time.  Lisa’s father hammered the table with big hands, rattling everything and spilling his glass of water.  Michelle punched Bruce in the arm and whispered to him. “I knew that little whore would get knocked up.”

“Who,” Lisa’s mother asked.  

“I should have said that we’re expecting together… that we’re having a baby,” Lisa said looking at Bruce.  Nobody else seemed to catch the look.

“How do you know?” Lisa’s mother asked, and then added, “Who?”

“I missed my period and I’ve taken several pregnancy tests,”

“Who!?” Lisa’s mother cackled. She looked crazy and so did Mr. Miller at the end of the table. His face was crimson and the muscles on his neck were strained. He looked like he was going to explode.

“It’s Bruce’s,” she said smiling at Bruce. “Tell them baby, we love each other.  I’m going to be his new wife.”

Bruce only had time to say, “Shit.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind and Bruce hardly remembered them. The one thing he did remember was the screaming, although he wasn’t sure who was doing the screaming. Then he remembered being slapped by his wife several times.  His next memory was of a big, beefy fist flying towards his face.  When he regained consciousness, he was being administered to by a paramedic and a police officer was asking him if he wanted to press charges.  He declined, of course.

When the paramedics had finished with him, Lisa helped him across the street to his car, she helped him get in the passenger side, took his keys out of his pocket, got in and started the car.  The police were just leaving and Lisa’s mother and father were standing on their front stoop scowling. Michelle had walked across the road, close enough to be heard.  

“I hope that hurt like hell, you fucking asshole! Take your little whore and get the hell away from me!  My lawyer will be in touch. You and your little cow can pick up your shit on Monday!  She’s a fucking cow, have fun milking her! Your shit will be on the driveway! I hope it fucking rains all over it and if I’m here or you step foot in my house, I will cut your fucking balls off!”

“She’s so sweet,” Lisa said, pulling out and driving away from their houses.  “That went well, don’t you think.”

“Where are we going,” he asked finally coming to his senses.  

“We need to get a hotel room for now, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” he shifted in the seat, pulling out his wallet. “I’ve got money and we should pull out some extra incase Michelle gets vindictive with our joint account. You shouldn’t have…”

“It’s okay…” Lisa said softly, taking Bruce’s hand in hers. “I’ve got some money too and a couple of bags of my important stuff,” Lisa said.  “We’re okay.”

A few minutes later, Lisa pulled into the Marriot Hotel, near downtown.  She grabbed their things and helped Bruce into the lobby.  He was still pretty groggy.  They paid for a week in advance, Bruce pulled a few hundred dollars in cash out of the ATM in the lobby and they went up to their room.  Lisa drew him a nice hot bath and then went out to park the car and get them some toiletries and food.  She came back with supplies and Pizza and set to tending to Bruce’s injuries.  

She filled him in on the events that he had missed.  Lisa’s father had punched him several times, giving Bruce a bloody nose, two black eyes, a fat lip and several abrasions. He had gotten a nasty little gash on the back of his head from the table on the way to the floor. That’s what had knocked him unconscious. Once on the floor, his wife had proceeded to kick him in the ribs several times for good measure.  Lisa ran around the table knocking Michelle to the floor, standing over Bruce, protecting him.  She had fished Bruce’s cell phone out of his pocket and called 911.  Lisa had already prepared some overnight bags, which was part of the reason it had taken her so long to get ready.  




Lisa's Revenge



“You get some rest now, baby,” Lisa said stroking Bruce’s head and then kissing him lightly.  “Your new wife is going to take care of you, now,”

“Lisa…”

“Shhh,” she said, hushing him.  “We’ll talk in the morning.  Get some sleep.”

The next morning, Bruce felt like he’d been hit by a Mack truck, but Lisa was already awake and ready with Advil, an ice pack and fresh coffee.  He felt better within minutes. “Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,” she took a sip of her own coffee.

“I’m old and not very fun, you know,” he said, sitting up and looking at her.  She didn’t have any make up on, her hair was a mess and she had on old torn jeans and a tight white t-shirt. “You look amazing,”  

She blushed at the compliment. “You’re not old…well I like you anyway and you know I like your big cock,” she giggled. “You make me feel pretty.  You think I’m pretty without any make-up on,”

“You are,” he said, setting his coffee down. “I don’t have anything anymore.  Michelle will take everything.”

“All I wanted was you, anyway. Well, that’s not quite true, I want your last name and your baby, but just tell me one thing,” she looked down at the floor.

Bruce got up and went to her. “You’re crazy, you know that,” he said taking her hands in his. “I don’t know what to do, and I’m so confused, but…”

“But what,” she said looking up at him. “I meant everything I ever said to you.”

“Promise?” he asked, taking her hands in his.

Lisa’s eyes were watering again and all she could do was nod her head up and down.

“Then I love you,”

Lisa collapsed against him sobbing uncontrollably.  “Oh… God…” she said, taking a big breath. “I thought…”

Bruce kissed her then and his hands moved up to her massive chest, squeezing her large, ripe breasts.  She moaned into his mouth, moving her hand down between them to his crotch and grabbing his cock.  He paused a beat, and pulled back.  “You’re overdressed, dear.”

Lisa smiled and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her magnificent rack.  

“God… I didn’t realize how much I missed you,” Bruce said, watching Lisa peel off her skin tight jeans.  “I could watch you get undressed forever.”

“You will.  Every night for the rest of your life,” she said, finally naked.  She pushed him gently back on to the bed and then leaned over and sucked his cock into her mouth.  

“Oh… God, I needed that… oh…”

Lisa moaned in agreement with him, around his thick shaft.  She ran her full lips up and down his length, taking him into her throat, and drooling.  She pulled up for air.  “I love your big cock, baby.  It’s delicious, but I need you inside me now.”

She crawled up over him, letting her big tits drag over his cock and up his torso.  When she was in the right position, she reached back, grabbing his cock firmly and aiming it at her pussy.  “I’ve needed you for weeks,”

“So have I,” Bruce said, squeezing her tits. “I missed these.”

“And they’re going to get huge when they’re filled with milk for the baby,” she purred at him while rubbing his cock head against her wet slit.

“I can’t wait.”

“For what?” she said, kissing him tenderly on his fat lip.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,”

Lisa smiled and plunged down onto Bruce; impaling herself on his erection.  “God, you’re so big… uh.”  The hotel room was filled with the sounds of grunting and of sex.

Lisa rode him until she came, screaming his name through her entire orgasm.  Her pussy contracted around his cock again, urging him to fill her again with his seed. “I’m coming too!” He pumped up, and into her until he flooded her with his cum.  He could feel it leaking of her pussy and down his shaft. Lisa collapsed onto him.  “Can we do that every morning?” he asked.

“No, silly,” she said, kissing him again. “Some mornings I’m going to wake you up with a blowjob and swallow all of that lovely sperm.  How does that sound?”

“Amazing,” Bruce said, wondering if life really could be this good. “Let’s take a shower.”  

They showered and then made love the rest of the day, only going out for dinner and to go shopping for some clothes for Bruce.  When Sunday morning came around, true to her word, Lisa woke him up with an amazing blow job.  Bruce woke up to find that his teenage dream had his entire cock buried in her throat and was somehow licking his balls at the same time.

“Oh shit,” he croaked and then shot his cum down her throat and into her stomach.  She maintained that position until his balls were empty and his cock stopped twitching.  Then she pulled her mouth off of his deflating member.  

“Yummy,” she said, taking care to lick him clean.  “Good morning, darling.”

Bruce was still paralyzed from the experience and could only lay there looking at the ceiling.  “How did you learn to do that?” he asked.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to,” she said, giggling. “Hurry up, sleepy head.  The picnic starts in an hour and you still need to shower and shave.

Bruce thought about telling her that he didn’t want to go.  His face still hurt.  But then, he looked over at Lisa, who was happily moving about the room, tidying up and getting ready and seemed so excited to go that he couldn’t tell her that.  Resigned, he got up and headed into the shower.  

Thirty minutes later they were on the road with Lisa driving again.  She had packed an amazing maroon blouse that revealed a mile of cleavage, skin tight jeans that looked like they were painted on and some cute little high heal tennis shoes.  She was stunning.  Bruce had bought some kakis and a white polo shirt the night before.  

“How did I get so lucky?”

Lisa just smiled over at him.  “How did I get so lucky?” she asked back.  “I think we should tell everyone that we’re expecting, don’t you?”

Bruce hadn’t thought that far ahead.  “Uh… yes,” he said, firmly.  “I do.”  He almost said no, but then he thought that if he was going to do this with Lisa, he needed to jump in with both feet.  Everyone already thought Lisa was his wife anyway.  Everyone except Linda.

The picnic was fun.  Bruce felt really good to have such an amazingly sexy and beautiful young woman on his arm the whole time. She got many admiring glances from his male co-workers.  Old man Trent was nearly drooling at her and kept winking and nudging Bruce with his elbow, every time they got near him.

The swelling on Bruce’s face had gone down, but there was no hiding his two black eyes, although none of his coworkers asked about it.  As the picnic wound down, Bruce’s boss stepped on the podium to make a few announcements. He did this every year.  He announced changes in personnel, new goals and projects, bonuses and all kinds of things.  He was nearly done when he looked down at Bruce.

“There you are,” he said into the microphone, pointing at Bruce.  “Come up here and bring your lovely wife.”

There was a muffled protest from the back of the crowd but nobody seemed to notice.  Bruce strained to see Linda back there scowling at him when he stood up next to his boss.

“It is my great honor to announce, that Bruce Anderson here is being promoted to Manager of Commercial Accounts.”

Everyone applauded and Lisa nudged Bruce in the side with her elbow, whispering, “You didn’t tell me you were up for a promotion.”

Bruce was dumbstruck. He had no idea either.  Bruce’s boss offered him the microphone and Bruce just said a simple, “Thank you!  I won’t let you down sir.”  

Lisa instantly took the microphone from his hands. “Hi,” she said nervously. “We have an announcement of our own.”

Bruce moved up next to her, more nervous than he had been in his entire life.  Well, maybe Friday night at Lisa’s house had been worse, but this was a close second. He clasped her hand in his.

“I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby,” she said.  

The crowd broke into thundering applause and the rest of the picnic was full of congratulations and good cheer.  Linda was nowhere to be seen.  Bruce hoped she had left. Before leaving, Bruce’s boss pulled them both aside.  “You guys doing okay?” he asked.  

“We’re good,” Bruce lied.  

“I need to ask.  What happened to your face?”

“He stood up for my honor,” Lisa said. “That’s why I love him.”

That was good enough for Bruce’s boss.  He nodded and said his goodbyes.  

Bruce went and got himself a beer after Lisa had been abducted by his secretary and the other girls from reception.  Undetected, Linda walked up to him from behind. “I hope you’re happy.”

“I am,” Bruce said, spinning around to face her and nearly spitting out beer on her.  He recovered.

“Michelle called me this morning,” she hissed at him.

“Okay?”

“Not okay.  You and that little… have fun with your little sexpot.  It won’t last.  You’ll be begging Michelle to take you back,” she huffed off.

Lisa joined him a few minutes later. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, relieved.  “What did Rachel, my receptionist want?”

“She asked if anyone was throwing me a baby shower yet and I said no so she said her and the other girls will.  Isn’t that nice?”

That was nice, Bruce thought. They got back to the hotel a little over an hour later and Bruce decided to take another shower.  Lisa stripped naked and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come out.  Just then his phone on the nightstand vibrated.  He had a call.  Lisa checked the display.  She was going to be his new wife and the mother of his child.  It was her right.  She saw that it was Michelle.  The shower was still running so Lisa answered it. 

Michelle didn’t wait for a hello and just started laying into who she thought was Bruce.  “Well I hope you’re fucking happy!  I just got off the phone with Linda, again and she said you and that little whore just paraded around your little picnic like you owned the place, telling everyone that you’re having a baby together.  I hope it’s not a girl, because she’ll end up a cow with udders hanging down to her knees like that stupid little whore. You’ve got just one chance to get back home.  One chance! I hope to hell you didn’t fuck her…”

“Mrs. Anderson,” Lisa interrupted her.

“Who…”

“You know who this is.”

“What are you doing with my…”

“No… he’s not yours any more.  Give it up… he doesn’t want another chance to get back together with a nasty, hateful bitch like you. He decided that he wanted a real woman. You couldn’t even fill out your own lingerie could you?”

“I’ll take everything…” Michelle started.

“I’ve already got everything… I’ve got your man, your life, and the baby you wouldn’t give him. You know he got a promotion and he’ll be making a lot more money now.  He’s going to spend it all on me.”  She pressed the speaker button so that they could both hear Bruce in the shower.  He was singing.

“No…” Michelle started to protest.  She sounded devastated.  “He doesn’t…”

“Sing?  He does now. Listen to him… so happy.”

“You whore…” Michelle spat out.

“You hear that Mrs. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability... It is the sound of your life slipping away and mine beginning.  Goodbye, Mrs. Anderson.”  Lisa pressed end call and turned the phone off.  Her revenge was complete.  She smiled and took a deep breath, her chest expanding as she did.  She wondered just how big her breasts would get when they start producing milk. She could hear Bruce toweling off in the bathroom.  Her vengeance complete, she contemplated what she really wanted and if she really did love Bruce Anderson.  

He walked out of the bathroom and looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth and then she knew.  She loved him.  “Drop the towel, lover.”

He let it fall to the floor, revealing a throbbing erection that had been hidden beneath. 

“Ha… Is that for me?’

“Is there anyone one else?”

“Not anymore… come here,” she said holding out her hand to him.

Bruce walked over to her and Lisa gripped his hard cock when he was close enough, pulling him into her open mouth.  

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed.  “You’re so good.”

Lisa pulled her mouth off of him, a strand of saliva hanging from her lips. “Get used to it baby.  This nasty little mouth is all yours, for the rest of your life!” She giggled and then wrapped her lips around him again gripping the base of his shaft and stroking him as she sucked him.

He mauled her oversized breasts as she sucked him hard, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, slurping on his cock.  Her tits were so big and firm and heavy in his hands. Bruce thrust into her mouth, urgently and Lisa dropped her hands to her sides, letting him fuck her face.  She grunted each time his cock plunged between her soft lips and into her mouth touching the back of her throat.  

“I’m sorry… I just can’t… I can’t last today…” he grunted.

Lisa pulled her mouth back a little letting his cock rest on her tongue and she gently grasped his balls.

“Oh… fuck… yeah…” Bruce grunted and then erupted in Lisa’s mouth, filling it with his sperm.  

Lisa swallowed every drop and then licked him clean afterwards.  She pulled him up onto the bed and they cuddled together.

“God… I don’t deserve you,” he said.

“Shut up… yes you do.  Besides, you’re stuck with me now,”

“Lisa?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They made love the rest of the afternoon. The next day, Bruce went into work and settled into his new supervisory role. Lisa spent the day finding them an apartment to rent. She had taken Bruce to work and then dropped by his house to pick up the several boxes and bags that Michelle had left on the driveway for him.  She wasn’t there.  By the end of the week, they were moved in.  It was an easy move, since they had very little stuff between them.  Several months later the divorce papers were finalized.  Bruce had given Michelle everything except his car.

Lisa’s tits did grow to epic proportions and filled with Milk.  How she took care of Bruce, introducing a friend to help them both out and Michelle’s further attempts to get back at her and Bruce, will be told in another tale.  

The end
Copyright 2014 Sethp