I took a photo of the tag on the bed and sent it to you with the message, "Your wife said she loved my bed."
You would take it as the ribbing that guys do to each other all the time, just perceiving it as me referring to the time that she had slept there when she was staying with her sister and we were all out, or when you two had slept there while babysitting for my wife and I. You have no idea that we had collapsed onto it in a pile of limbs wrapped around each other after vigorously fucking away a morning or an afternoon.
We hadn't only fucked in my bed though. We took every opportunity we could to steal away for a quick fuck. We had done it one time when we went to get everyone coffee. And everytime we had lunch together, now that our offices were within walking distance, we would get my dick wet. One of my favorites is your bed, when you are downstairs with her family and we had put our respective children down for naps.
Sometimes these were quickies, where I drove it in deep and fast, leaving her with a pussy full of cum. Other times we took our time and I enjoyed every inch of her petite body.
And I know you don't get her to blow you because she thinks it isn't right for a man and wife to do that, but I do. We are already doing so much wrong that I get her to suck my cock like she is drowning and it is full of air. She's got natural talent. I figured that from her bubbly personality that she was going to be a giver and I have not been disappointed.
And those secrets that we share, like you cheating on her at that lounge that one time or the secret trips to the strip club? Well she knows and let me tell you, boy is she extra vigorous when she is focused on revenge.
She wanted to confront you when I first told her about your indiscretions but I knew a better way for her to get back at you, and clearly that had to do with riding me. I couldn't just come out and tell her that though. I had to have her convince herself.
So over several days over lunches and text messages I lead her down a trail of crumbs. We discussed how you were the only man she had been with and how this is probably who you always were and how you weren't going to change. We discussed the impact of divorce on the kids and how upset her parents would be. We discussed her just trying to get over it and how no matter how much time passed, everytime she looked at you she would still see your infidelity. We discussed revenge but how nothing she did to you would ever equal this.
That's when I told her it was really about how she felt. If she felt okay with getting over it then it was only going to impact her just like if she didn't. So I told her she should do what makes her feel better even if she's the only one who knows.
She gave me a big, tight hug at the end of this lunch, the first time she'd ever really pressed her body against me, letting me feel her boobs smashed against me. She thanked me and we planned for lunch tomorrow.
The next day she seemed nervous and a little awkward. At first she said everything was okay but when I pressed her she finally decided that she had decided what to do but she needed my help. I told her I would do whatever I needed to because I just wanted her to be happy.