Consumed
By JustJake051
Part Two
Chapter Five
Four days had passed since Claire Hughes first started down her path of revenge. Her husband, Brad, had cheated on her, lied, and crushed both her love and her trust with his three-year spree of infidelity. Four days had gone by, and now all Claire could think about was revenge. Revenge and what had just happened to her at the Gran Royal night club. She remembered the three enormous cocks that had ravaged her body. She thought about how her body had been ignited, set on fire with orgasm after orgasm by Victor and two of the young men at the club. And she remembered how her body had been filled, stuffed with massive cocks and flooded with cum, sated beyond her wildest imagination. She had been swallowed up, consumed by her lust.
Now, she couldn't stop touching herself. She wanted to call her husband, tell him what she was cheating on him, cuckolding him, and make him rush home. She wanted to make him hurt. She wanted to throw her evening fucking three men in his face and then she would throw him out. But she wanted more, wanted to hurt him, deeply and painfully, to do more than just tell him. She knew she had to go back to the club again. Her revenge felt good. No, it felt great. She wanted more. Make Brad hurt more, she vowed.
That night, she sat naked in front of the home computer, flipping through the numerous files and photos of Brad's conquests. She gently rubbed her still tender cunt, slipping an occasional finger deep inside, as she looked at the photos of her husband's many affairs. What arrogance he had to take pictures of these women while fucking them and then to save them as trophies. Claire thought about Brad's newest affair, this woman, Denise Lamont, or Didi. She would go after her too, Claire decided. And she would do it tonight.
She went online and found out more about her husband's bimbo, Didi. It turned out that Denise Lamont was a housewife, and her husband, an ex-semi-professional wrestler, who now owned a chain of local used car lots around the city. Claire discovered that Didi's husband was originally from Louisiana, and now a local celebrity of some note. Eugene Lamont, his ring name "The Zombie Reaper," was now the owner of a chain of a dozen or so very successful used car lots and famous for his humorous and outrageous local television commercials, complete with funny costumes and lots of yelling. She remembered that she had seen these commercials before and laughed at the enormous, muscular madman as he stomped and shouted, inviting customers in to buy.
Almost instantly Claire decided. She would go to the house of Brad's slut, Didi, and call her out. She would let this bimbo know that she was not a woman to be trifled with. She would tell the husband, Eugene, that his wife was cheating on him. She would tell Didi right there to her face that she was planning to fuck Didi's husband. Yes, that was it, Claire thought. She would humiliate the bimbo, steal her husband, and destroy their marriage.
That evening, driving up the circular drive of the large, upscale home of Denise and Eugene Lamont, Claire didn't know exactly what she was going to do there. All she could think about was hurting Brad.
"I had no idea selling used car sales was that lucrative," Claire mused, as she walked up to the massive wooden double doors and knocked. The thick doors swung open and there she was, Claire's nemesis, Didi. Claire looked at the gorgeous blonde, who was several inches shorter, and instantly forgot what she had planned to say. Didi Lamont was stunning... hair perfect, and fabulous makeup, Claire thought. She was wearing 5-inch-high heels, and a red silk dress that was unbuttoned and open in the front, her large breasts fully exposed.
"Who comes to the door dressed like that?" Claire thought to herself, as she stared at the blonde beauty. She hadn't paused to consider that she herself had dressed like a slut to entrap the husband. She had done her best slut makeup and was wearing a long, black skirt that was slit all the way up to her hip. Her silver blouse overlapped, but didn't button in front, and she wore a tiny lace bra with no cups that left her own breasts fully exposed. She chose to dress like that, thinking that she could intimidate Didi. And to out-bimbo Didi Lamont and steal her husband, she would have to visit the sexy side of her closet, so that Mrs. Lamont would know exactly what she was up against. But for a moment, Didi Lamont's erotic appearance at the door put Claire totally at a loss for words. "She looks like she's on the set of a porn film," Claire thought to herself.
"You know who I am," Claire said, struggling to regain control. "I also know you've been fucking my husband. At least I have the decency to let you know I'm going to fuck your husband."
"Well, honey, with all the coke and the steroids he does, he won't last long, I can tell you that," Didi said, her milky-blue eyes flashing wide as she pulled the tall redhead into the house. "But I promise you, it will be lively. Oh, and I get to watch. How about right now?"
Claire was nonplussed. "What?" This was not at all what she had expected, as she was jerked into the large living room.
"Gene! Honey, come here, quick!" the blonde yelled into the house. A huge mountain of a man, bald head, a massive chest, emerged in a tank top and gym shorts, profusely sweating from an apparent workout. Stunned, Claire could clearly see the head of his enormous penis hanging out from under the edge of his gym shorts. He had an ugly scowl on his face, as he came into the spacious living room responding to his wife's screeching cry.
"WHAT?" he hollered back, even though his wife was only several feet from him.
"I've got some good news and some bad news for you, baby. And you're not going to believe what I have for you," Didi said, a big smile on her face.
The huge giant moved incredibly quickly and shifted directly in front of Claire, a fierce look upon his face. He was enormous, standing at least six foot nine inches, as he glared down at her. Claire thought that he looked like he was about to explode from rage.
"Honey I've been a very bad girl. I've been fucking this woman's husband. You'll probably have to spank me for it. But the good news is that she wants to fuck you to get even. And I get to watch," Didi said, backing quickly out of the way.
"WHHHAAAATTTT!!" Eugene screamed and turned, charging directly at his wife. Claire thought that Didi would run to escape the maniac, but rather she ran directly toward him and at the last moment, leapt high into the air, slamming into her husband's chest. Gene Lamont instinctively grabbed his wife and pulled her close to him. Claire thought for sure that he was going to crush her, but instead Didi kissed her husband hard on the mouth, her full, pink lips locked tightly on his, her long, slim high heels digging deeply into his bare thighs. He didn't even notice. Taken aback, Claire realized that what seemed like a kiss was, in reality, Didi savagely biting her husband's lower lip.
"Oh, my God," Claire thought. "She's going to tear his lip off." With that, Gene tossed his wife effortlessly in the air and onto the large sectional sofa, as easy as flicking a buzzing insect to one side.
"AAAAHHHHH!!" he yelled. "You fucking slut! And you, Red, you wanna fuck? Let's fuck!"
Instantly Gene was all over Claire, grabbing her around the waist and holding her with one massive arm, while his other hand ripped away at her skirt. Claire's black, strappy lace panties and bra offered little resistance as the wildman instantly shredded them into pieces.
