Thank you for the patience, and the many suggestions. As I have said this is my first work, so I expected to make mistakes. I did want to write something different than the cheating wife or husband getting torched. I think that is what everyone wants to do,but reality is often a different set of circumstances. I wanted to take the reader on this type of journey. I know the story type isn't for everyone. Hopefully everyone enjoys at least some of the story.
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Chapter Three
A Wife's Revenge, In Too Deep?
Monday morning started great, well compared to how my last three weeks had gone.
Yesterday Sue and I talked. She told me of how she had a simple plan to get even. To exact her revenge. She also confessed that her upbringing was to be so reserved especially sexually. She wanted to explore some freedom. Once she opened that door she couldn't close it.
Her affair began with Darren as a verbal teasing affair. No touching, no nudity, no sex. But with all they talked about, it aroused her desires. She craved to explore. She craved new adventures. After almost 4 months they had their first experience. It changed her inside.
She told me that originally she wanted to plan the sex to do some things that peaked her curiosity and that would shock me. Just one weekend of the wildest stuff to try. Then, when they actually started fucking, it was different, it was new, and exciting. Darren pushed boundaries. At home she had love, with Darren she had sex.
The original plan was to cuckold me for the weekend.. and then work through the challenges. Her plan was to make it where I had to stay, and then we could work out everything after. She thought the relief at not being cucked would be a reason to forgive. Also her new found desires to experiment would spice up our love life.
She also made it quite clear, when I fucked Emily, she developed a rage which burned inside. At times everything else, including the kids was eclipsed by her rage and desire to make me hurt like she had hurt. Sex would be her weapon. She needed a partner to assist. Her old boss had propositioned her many times. He was good looking. He was rich. He owned numerous companies. He was good with the ladies. He had a dark allure. He wanted her.
That's when she told me she was going back to work. He was very interested in having her return. Once he found her reasons for wanting to return, he became quite devoted to her plan. They spent hours talking about what they could do, how they could set it up.
Then one afternoon, after a very hot and sexy discussion, he pulled his cock out to show her how turned on he was. She sucked him. He came in her mouth. He made her swallow. He fucked her three times that afternoon. She came home late, claiming she had a headache, had a bath and went to bed. She felt guilty, free and sexual. And she felt like she was starting on getting even.
After that, they had sex at least once a week. They had a plan to fuck all weekend. The kids could be with her parents. She would tell me what was going on so my insides could turn, knowing she would be fucking someone else. Then they would send short videos or pictures. They could fuck, party, dance, drink, whatever. There would be no limits.
Darren wanted to keep tabs on me, so he hired a private eye. He wanted to make sure I didn't grab a gun or buy something off the street and come gunning for him. She said she was also worried I might snap and kill myself. The PI would keep me safe, hopefully.
The plan was supposed to go off and it was supposed to end after the weekend. The first night was just sex. Anything goes. It was wild. The next night they were at a club. It got wild. I had never been with more than one person before. That was farther than she had wanted things to go, but it was fucking hot, she had said. But still that was supposed to be as far as it went.
Then I showed up with a hooker. Even knowing the PI was watching, we went up to a room. We didn't come down until morning, together. Even after we had stayed together. Sue said she was going to show me how much I could hurt and be tortured. The two men fucked her savagely. She came so hard and it felt so good, and it sated the anger. But after she just hurt. Emotionally and physically. The hot wife anklet was Darren's idea. The idea was to extend things for another week., and then end it. But she was so sore that she needed a few days to recover. Thursday night was just Darren. But when she tried to come home to be with me, I was mean. I made her feel cheap, and dirty. And guilty.
Then when Friday came he came over to pick her up while I was at work. They fucked in our bed, then in the shower, and they left after cleaning up. That night was crazy. It got way beyond what she wanted. It was going too far. And the reality was that it didn't look like I had actually fucked the hooker. Her text haunted Sue. It was going way too far.
The problem was she couldn't make it stop. She couldn't undo her actions. It just kept going. When they talked about piercings, it was just talk, until they got put in. Again she had said it wasn't planned, but once done the gravity struck. Piecing was permanent. Sort of. It was a constant reminder of someone else taking control. It couldn't be undone. Later when I showed the pictures of her pierced tits covered in cum it was a permanent stake through our marriage.
The only thing that felt good was the wild and kinky sex. But some of what was happening was going places she didn't want, but she couldn't stop it either. But the love that she wanted was becoming farther and farther away. It might be gone permanently.
She couldn't deal with the thought of losing the new sexual freedom, and most importantly the love of her husband.
I had told her I hated her for torturing me, but at the same time I knew I deserved it. When Sue was down I kicked her in her most vulnerable places. But the knowledge that someone else controlled her sexuality, who she fucked, how she fucked, and how intense the orgasms were, hurt.
I told her I hated hatefucking her. I hated her mouth on me knowing it was others who had awakened the eroticism and desire to be highly skilled at oral. Or to fuck with intensity.
We talked until late. Then I went to bed. Too exhausted and emotionally raw to do anything but sleep.
Work in the morning started off great. Jan was in a great mood. She was happy we were talking and her class was going excellent. We had 14 more contracts to do. That meant we were booked until early June already.
Around noon I got a call on my phone. It was Sue. "Um, uh, uh, Chase, uh, oh, uh, God, uh Chase, uh, uh, honey, I uh, uh, oh, God uh, Chase I uh called uh, to..."
"He is fucking you isn't he?" I spat into the phone.
I heard him laugh "yes, sorry, oh shit, oooohhhhhh! Fuckkkkkk!" She said,
I threw the phone.
I got up. I put together some papers. I was in a complete rage. I called my supervisors. I called Jillian. I set a conference for 5 that night. Everyone had questions. I said just make sure you are there or online. Jan tried to stop me, but I just pushed past her.
I called the bank. I straightened some things out. I cleared up some of the accounts. I called a realtor. Then I called a lawyer.
At the meeting I had drafted a bill of sale. The company and all assets except the 3 acres of storage yard would be sold equally to them as shareholders. The loans for materials basically were balanced by the assets of bricks, Rock, landscape goods and equipment. Each of them would own shares in the company for the price of 1 dollar per share. They would also sign a contract to lease the storage yard from me for the cost of the mortgage plus all taxes.
Sue would get the house. The value of the cabin would pay more of the mortgage down. The values we had in the house would equal the eventual value of the storage yard. That would eliminate my obligations to pay alimony. I didn't want to pay that cunt to be fucking the douchebag. I would still have child support. I could deal with that.
The company could keep me as a consultant if I felt like it. The extra cash from the company accounts would be used to pay me and Sue out over 6 months at $6 k per month each. The company could use the equity to secure loans and products to keep the business fluid.
I signed my copy and told them that the legal version would be done next week. They would need to come up with the cash for the purchase price before that time. I walked out. I heard people calling for me but I shook them off and left. I drove away.
I drove to the country and kept going until I was in the mountains. I had no idea where I was. I slept in the back of the van. While I was driving I made a plan. When I woke up I decided that it would work. I turned back and headed for a campsite out of town. I paid for a week. I had stopped at several stores along the way back. I Picked an item up from each store. I followed Darren in a taxi. I gave a generous tip to ensure the driver forgot my face.
I knew where he lived. I knew when I would be ready.
I made the call. Man to man. Bring the bodyguard. I didn't care. I wanted him. I told him where and when.
I went to the lawyers and completed the paperwork for the sale of my business. I arranged a courier to deliver the package to work. I bought a cheap burner phone. I sent a text to Sue. I spelled out the terms of the divorce. If she fought it would be a long battle, and everything would come out. The lawyer would call her to sign the papers. She had sole custody of the girls. I said that I hoped in time I would be able to be able to visit occasionally. I re-read it and hit send. She called right after. I threw the phone against a wall. It shattered.
