I met the girl of my dreams when I was 24, she was 19 and shy and appeared a little naïve, Jenny and I became best friends, sole mates and everyone thought we were the perfect couple. They were right and after once Jenny had completed her University degree we got married much to everyone`s delight, especially mine. Jenny was petite in stature which enhanced her lovely breasts and made them appear larger than their actual size she still had more than a decent handful. Her arse was by far her best feature perfectly shaped and not a hint of sagging. She always gave the impression butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, the typical girl next door. However what folks didn't realise was that Jenny was a right randy bitch, over the two years we had known each other she had turned from shy and demurring girl into an absolute vixen when we were alone. We`d had sex everywhere, train, airplane, boat, car, if her parents had any inkling of her sexual athleticism on the backseat of a car, they`d be amazed. The beach turned her on incredibly and if she suggested swimming and sunbathing, I knew I was in for a lot of sex later. She had also developed the greatest blow job I`d ever experienced, and she was always up for sucking my cock. I never asked what she got up to at University but I`m pretty sure cock was involved I couldn`t see how a randy bitch like Jenny could go for a few months without any. The improvement in her oral skills after the first term enhanced my suspicions, she`d had a mouthful or two of some randy devils cock.
From my aspect I`d had a lot of relationships and soon learned one thing I had what most girls considered the perfect sized cock, eight inches long and most girls could almost wrap their fingers around it, and the bonus from everyone`s point was I could use it. I loved making a girl orgasm, I could and very often did lick and tease a girl for an hour, bringing her off several times, usually until they begged to have sex. However, Jenny really did it for me and I worked her body hard to give her complete sexual satisfaction everytime, she always came first, and I just loved her moaning, screaming, groaning as she orgasmed. Not that she ever let me go without. She would sometimes tease me by dressing up as a nurse or a French-maid, she also had a couple of sexy Christmas outfits. Six years of happily married bliss, we both had good jobs , affording us a lovely 5 bedroom detached house, and nice car each, and almost anything we wanted, although no children, a decision we had made early on in our relationship to wait until we were in our 30`s.
I went to work one Thursday as per usual, but just after lunchtime I felt unwell and decided to go home. Arriving home I was surprised to see Jenny`s car in the drive, perhaps she was home for lunch? I went indoors and the sounds I heard were unmistakeable. The sound of Jenny having sex was coming loud and strong from our bedroom. I crept upstairs and found the bedroom door ajar, I saw Jenny`s boss Mike Dawson shagging her for all he was worth. I wanted to kill him, but restrained myself, instead I took photographs and a video on my mobile phone. for a couple of minutes until Mike announced he was cumming. I slipped out and drove away trying to gather my thoughts. I curbed my natural instincts of violent revenge I decided I would get my revenge but more subtly. I returned home as normal Jenny was cooking dinner I walked up behind her and slipped my hands onto her boobs, naturally her arse pushed back into my crotch, a few minutes later she was bent over the kitchen table, for once I didn't bother with foreplay other than a little fingering before unceremoniously entering her surprisingly tight pussy up to the hilt in one thrust. Jenny grunted and squealed a little in protest, but not too much. I didn't spare the horses and gave her a right seeing too. Not that she was complaining in the slightest. I even slipped my finger up her bum just for good measure. She had several orgasms before we finally came together as I leant back and gave her that extra inch of cock.
"Jesus you were horny," She smiled as she re-arranged her panties. We fucked all weekend and even a quickie Monday morning before we left for work, while we hadn't been shagging unbeknown to Jenny I set the surveillance system up, something I`d been meaning to do for a couple of years. The house had an internal and external system of the highest quality, the guy we purchased the house from was a bit of a nerd and loved such gadgets. I set the bedroom cameras to record the sexual activities and with a little adjustment had a perfect picture of whatever took place. I`d never been in a porn movie before but reckoned both Jenny and myself could make a decent living out of it, having watched our activities in the bedroom that weekend
I had to wait until Wednesday before any extra marital action occurred, it was just after lunchtime when Jenny and Mike arrived home, they were all overreach other in the hallway and Jenny wasted no time in getting his cock into her mouth. My cock hardened as I watched my loving wife gobble his cock, I noted he wasn't in my class so far as size, I had been expecting him to be hung like a horse, but no! They proceeded to our bedroom where Jenny pushed him flat on his back, removed her panties and promptly climbed on board, after a few minutes Mike announced he was cumming, Jenny rode him harder his hips lifted and he obviously shot his load. I knew Jenny was nowhere near satisfied by my experience of our sex life and the expression of frustration on her face. Poor old Mike was spent, finished, he pushed Jenny off and was soon dressed and ready to leave. Bastard, I thought what man does that, never in my repertoire, always satisfy the lady is my motto. Strangely the episode didn't appear to deter Jenny who fucked him again on Thursday and Friday, I must admit his performance was slightly improved on Friday but nothing to make Jenny see stars.
I knew I loved Jenny and probably always would, I also knew our relationship was over, now for a little revenge and fun. I didn't give a shit about Mike I would fuck his life up totally, but Jenny what to do with Jenny. I knew she had a week off work the following week, she no doubt had a plan to shag Mike at every opportunity. Right let's put the mockers on that. We had planned to have a new kitchen fitted so I arranged with John a mate of mine to install it commencing Monday morning. Jenny wasn't at all pleased when I told her what was happening.
I met John in the pub after work on Friday to discuss the installation, now I knew a couple of things about John. One he couldn't hold is beer two pints and he was on the way. Two John had a way with the ladies, apparently no female was safe when he was around. Three it was rumoured her was hung like a donkey. Anyway, after discussing the kitchen requirements I brought John is third beer I got him chatting about the ladies, he was most forthcoming and said his reputation sometimes hindered is advances but most times he didn't have to try to get laid. Know I knew Jenny was turned on by big black muscular guys, and John fitted the bill to a tee. It had come as a surprise when she suggested watching a porn movie one evening. I went to shower and told her to choose whatever she fancied. Getting in bed a few minutes later I was even more surprised by her choice of movie it was all about a black policeman who arrested woman and allowed them to escape any charges by having sex with him, of course he had a massive cock. Jenny was very turned on and couldn't take her eyes from the screen, her hand wrapped around my cock. I got her onto her hands and knees facing the TV screen and fucked her hard, she orgasmed quickly and several more times as we fucked, and she watched the girl in the movie receive a right shafting. We never discussed what had happened although we watched a few porn movies of a similar ilk over the years.
Jenny was a right miserable cow all week-end, snapping at my every comment and no sexual action, no chance of sex, no chance of a smile, she did make a few excuses why the kitchen shouldn't be fitted this week, the best one was it would spoil her week off work. I ignored her and said it would be better if she were home as John could ask her to resolve any queries he may have, reluctantly she accepted the situation.
I left for work Monday morning just as John pulled up in his van, I dashed to my office shut the door and turned on my computer I wasn't surprised to see John and Jenny chatting, she had made him a coffee and they were speaking about the kitchen. I noticed John was dressed in his work shorts and tee shirt, whilst Jenny had her scruffy jeans on. They chatted for about ten minutes when John went to his van and brought in his tools, Jenny went into the lounge. John worked for an hour or so ripping out the old kitchen, Jenny was on her mobile talking to lover boy Mike.
"No its just impossible, the kitchen fitter is here all week," She sounded apologetic, "I am not doing it in your car!" She said firmly, I assumed Mike had suggested a back-seat shag, "I`m not a teenager!" She was almost shouting, "I`ll find out how long he`s going to be." She went on, "No Mike you`ll just have to wait or book an hotel." She ended the call leaving him in no doubt about her comfort requirements. She went into the kitchen or what was left of it and asked John how long it would take.
"Probably seven to ten days," he replied in his wonderful deep Caribbean accent, "I`ll know a bit better when I`ve removed the sink and white goods." She appeared to accept his answer. The rest of the day passed without incident Jenny made John lunch and an afternoon cup of tea, they chatted and appeared comfortable in each other company. The following day commenced pretty much the same I did however notice Jenny was dressed in a short summer skirt with a tight tee shirt nothing unusual there, but once I`d left she went upstairs and did her hair and applied a little make up. I zoomed in on her face as she applied a touch of lipstick. She looked pretty nice, she admired herself in the mirror, her last action to push her boobs upwards showing them off to their best. She went downstairs and into the kitchen. John was lying on his back doing something to the plumbing under the new sink.
"Fancy a coffee?" Jenny asked.
