"I'm sorry, but I'm going to hurt you tonight," Joanne unexpectedly told her husband in a soft, apologetic voice. "Hurt you very badly."
"What do you mean?" Bob laughed, pretty sure that she was joking.
He was lying on their bed watching the seventh game of the NBA Finals, and was a little mad he was being disturbed during the crucial last moments of the game.
"We had our rocky moments at the beginning of our marriage four years ago." he continued, "but we've been getting along great."
"You're right, we have." Joanne said thoughtfully. "And I love you so much. That's why this is going to be so hard for me to do, and so hard for you to endure."
"What the hell are you talking about? What are you going to do?"
Joanne had to compose herself before she spoke.
"I'm going out on a date with another man tonight," Joanne finally said, fighting back tears. "And I'm pretty sure he's going to fuck me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bob shouted, confused and angry. But he instantly realized his wife was very serious and that he shouldn't have raised his voice.
"You remember our wedding."
"Oh Jesus, not that again," moaned Bob, dropping his head in resignation.
"Yes, that again. A woman never forgets or forgives something like that, Bob. Especially when you do it on the most special night of her life."
"I'm telling you nothing happened between Ellen and I."
"Your lying is going to make it easier for me to do this hurtful thing tonight, but it's not going to ease your pain," Joanne said, a spark of anger in her voice. "I saw the two of you kissing in a dark corner at the reception while you thought I was dancing with my father."
"Come on, dammit! It was a friendly kiss with a girl I'd dated for many years. It's true that we were deeply in love at one time and nearly got married. But it was long over. It was a friendly kiss that meant nothing. And she initiated it."
"I'd told you all along that it would be insane for you to invite your old flame to our wedding. And I could I tell that you two had your tongues in each other's mouth, and you were grabbing her ass. You bastard!"
Bob knew better than to dispute the facts, particularly with Joanne's temper flaring. Plus she'd probably seen Ellen pushing her leg up against his groin.
"Come on, honey, we were all a little bit drunk. It was a wild reception. And if the truth be known, my kissing her and, yes, my grabbing her ass were something we'd done so many times that it was instinctual. I'm so sorry. So very, very sorry."
"Not as sorry as you're going to be later tonight. Even though we made up that night, I'm sure you remember that I told you I would never forget. And what else did I tell you?"
"That some day you would get your revenge."
"That's right. And that day has arrived, Bob. I will be settling our old score tonight. I have to, as the memory of your infidelity has been eating away at me ever since."
"But honey, I didn't fuck her or anything."
"You were fucking her in your mind. And you would have fucked her if you could. A woman knows things like that."
"But listen..."
"Stop! I've made my decision. The only thing you'll do by trying to change my mind is make me even more angry. There's only one decision you have to make. You can either continue to watch that stupid game, or you can watch me prepare for my date."
"You're asking if I want to watch you get dressed up to go out and fuck another man?" Bob asked incredulously.
"I only ask because apparently a lot of you men enjoy the fantasy -- and even the reality -- of your loving wife getting all dolled up for another man and then fucking him. So if you watching me get ready would somehow make this easier on you..."
"Fuck that! I'm certainly not going to watch you get ready!" said Bob, getting really angry now.
Cuckolding her husband wasn't something that was going to be easy for Joanne. She loved him dearly. But in her heart of hearts, she knew that exacting her revenge was the only way they could hopefully clear the slate of that blot on their relationship. But even that might not be enough.
Getting dressed up for a big evening was something that always relaxed Joanne, so she took a couple of deep breaths, then sat down at her make-up table.
Looking in the mirror, she saw a still very attractive 38-year-old blonde woman with blue eyes. She still got plenty of second looks from men half her age and up.
Then she cupped her breasts in each hand, and let them drop to evaluate them. They still bounced nicely.
No, they weren't as firm as they were when she was 20, so they sagged a little. But they were fuller, and made her body look more beautifully proportioned in her favorite outfits.
Joanne swam, so she didn't have to look at her legs and ass to know they were perhaps even more shapely and toned than when she was younger.
Joanne suddenly sensed something moving out of the corner of her eye. She looked. It was Bob. He had quietly slipped into the room and sat crossed-legged on the floor a few feet away.
Neither of them said anything, but Joanne allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. He couldn't resist watching her prepare herself to cheat on him.
Feeling a little cruel from the bitter memory that had eaten away at her for so long, Joanne lifted and dropped her breasts a couple of more times. Just to goad him.
Hurt, Bob couldn't keep himself from saying something foolish.
"You still have very lovely boobs, but they sag a little compared to when we first met."
"Is that right?" Joanne replied fiercely. Looking Bob directly in the eye, she fingered her nipples until they got hard. Then she seductively lifted and dropped both breasts again.
"I suppose they do sag just a tiny bit," she continued with daggers in her eyes, "but I'm sure you've seen how guys still love to look at them. And wait until you see how my boobs look in the sexy shelf bra I'll be wearing tonight."
Bob fell quiet.
Joanne had showered a short time before, and had carefully shaved her legs and all around her pussy and bum.
She rotated her body and spread her legs so Bob could see her bald pussy.
"I can't believe you shaved yourself clean like that," said Bob, who was clearly stung. "You haven't done that for me in years."
"You haven't done much for me in years either. I shaved very carefully because I want to look perfect for my date tonight. If you want, I'll let you look closely at my pussy and bum to see if I missed anything."
Bob didn't hesitate. He came toward her, so she half stood and spread her legs.
As soon as he got close enough, he quickly moved in and started to lick her pussy.
"No!" Joanne shouted, and slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you dare touch me."
Chastened by her ferocity, he backed away.
When things settled down a bit, Joanne started to brush her beautiful long hair back. Furious that he'd dared to touch her, she couldn't help getting another dig in.
"I thought about putting my hair in a pony tail," she said innocently.
"That's kind of a casual kid look, why would you do that?"
"Don't you remember that when we first started dating you always asked me to put my hair that way?"
"Not really. Why would I have done that?"
"Thanks for not remembering, you pig. Because when you fucked me doggie style, you could grab my pony tail with both hands and get the leverage you needed to really pound me from behind. You used to be quite the stud, you know."
"Now I remember," Bob said sullenly.
"I've read that some husbands get hot for their wives again after they've been cuckolded. So maybe this will be good for you. Bring out the man in your again."
Bob just glared at her.
With her hair done, Joanne turned to her make-up. A natural beauty, she'd rarely used much. But tonight she was using a lot more, and Bob immediately noticed.
"Aren't you going a little heavy on the make-up?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
