Luke and I had been together ever since I was 16. He was the first, and only man I'd ever fucked. When I was 20, we got married. By the time I was 25, we lived in a little house with a picket fence, had 2.5 kids, and where the "perfect" couple. That's why I didn't understand the whole Koryn thing. I found her number by accident, really, while washing his work shirts. So, I did what any nosy wife would do. I called it. A woman with a really perky voice answered, and I hung up.
So now, 2 weeks later, Luke's saying he wants a divorce. I was heartbroken, but also hell bent on revenge. I began stalking Koryn, plotting what I could do that would really mess with Luke's head. But when I saw her kissing some girl at her front door one night, it hit me.
I began it casually enough, bumping into her in common places, but the night I saw her getting trashed at the bar, I made my move. I shimmied up to the bar, plopped down on the stool beside her, and looked her square in the eye. But I'll do away with the idle chitchat, it only takes up time. We ended up in her car, a tangle of hair, hands, and tongues. We were so wet, we couldn't wait to go anywhere, so I lifted her skirt, yanked down her thong, and began to tease her cunt. I licked her thighs, her belly, even let my tongue flit across her clit, but never put my mouth directly on her throbbing pussy.
