This is a story of adultery and vengeance. Morals be damned.
Using a married woman's body for nothing more than to be able to look a man in his eyes and know I've fucked his wife. And I enjoyed it.
If that isn't your cup of tea, then you better stop reading now.
Don't put yourself in undue stress by continuing to read something that upsets you.
Now that the Warning Labels have been posted:
This is loosely based on a real event. What isn't real was the timeline and how quickly we went from saying hello, to me being balls deep inside another man's wife. It took a bit of flirting, secret meetups, and drinks but the sex is real, and our hook up happened as it reads. Characters and names changed, but the basis is factual. I worked for a guy who pissed me off to the point I seduced his wife for revenge.
At the time, I had been retired from the military, but still had bills to pay. I was working in the shipping and receiving department of a production plant and had a manager who was a total asshat. Picture that kid 4th grade kid that always got picked last for dodge ball, but you also thought he deserved it because his mouth never shut up. That only child whose rich parents allowed him to get away with anything.
Fast forward to adulthood, he's now a balding and scrawny little man coupled with a face that you just want to punch. I'm not one to judge a person on their looks because I'm no Adonis, but it's because he's constantly talking shit that makes him the prick he is. To make matters worse, the only reason he was ever chosen for a manager's position, was because the guy before him had a stroke, and the company had no one else. Give him a little bit of power and he was a classic know nothing that used "or I'll tell the Plant Manager on you" as his crutch.
The timeline for this tale of fornication starts off about five months prior, when I was attending the company Christmas party. This dipshit was there with his wife and he introduced me. Talk about the odd couple. As briefly described before, Gary was only about 5'8" with thinning dark hair. And when I say thinning, he had the classic comb over to cover a growing bald spot on top of his head which seemed a bit odd considering he was only 37 years old. If he was carrying a bag of potatoes, he might weigh about 140-150 pounds.
And then there was Alice, his wife. Probably an inch or two taller than Gary with long legs and a body that looked like she's frequented the gym at least couple times a week. She reminded me of one of those stereotyped Texas moms who used to be a beauty pageant contestant about 20 years prior. Big Aqua Net blonde hair, blue eyes, fake tan. Then I couldn't help but take notice of the deep canyon of cleavage she displayed in a dress that was more for advertisement than functionality. She was showing an ample amount of a natural pair of firm C's that were smooth and inviting.
When Gary introduced me, I was awestruck wondering how in the hell was he able to land a woman of this caliber. It was the next week at work when I found out the answer. Gary came from a family with money and he and Alice attended the same private high school, when one night their senior year, there was some alcohol involved and the result was Alice ended up pregnant. The scandal would have rocked both families, so they shuffled together a quick wedding. Alice ended up having difficulties with the pregnancy and lost the baby. What she didn't lose was the schmuck that got her pregnant. Maybe the 250 acres along with his mom and dad's money kept her with him?
Back to the Christmas party.
As her husband left us to stick his nose up the plant manager's ass, I politely grabbed myself and Mrs. Big Titties another Jack and Coke. We found ourselves in the corner of the room continuing to chit chat about nothing. I couldn't decide if Alice was a touchy, feely kind of person when she talked to someone, or, if she was flirting with me, but she was consistently touching my arm or putting her hand on my lower back and standing close. She was never more than an arm's reach away. Maybe it was because she had made numerous trips to the open bar or quite possibly her motivations were altogether different.
I was trying to read this woman and thought that she might have some secrets and given the right circumstances might be game to step outside her marriage from time to time. Alice gave me her business card and told me she was a hairdresser but assured me that she had male clients. She added that if I needed a haircut, or anything else, then I should call her, all the while her hand resting and rubbing my lower back.
By the end of the evening, people were starting to drift out, along with me being one of them. I was shaking hands and telling people I'd see them at work Monday, when I happened across Mr. Asshat and Alice. As we were saying our goodbyes, Alice leaned in for a hug that lasted longer than I felt necessary considering we had only met a couple hours prior. Nonetheless, I enjoyed feeling her boobs pressed into my chest for the moment she, or they were there.
Over the next five months I hadn't really thought much more about Alice. However, when Gary would run his mouth, I must admit I was thinking about the potential of what might have happened if...
Then, the circumstances changed drastically. I had applied for a job that was going to damn near triple my salary, and when I got the phone call at work with the offer, I put my two-weeks' notice in immediately. A couple of the managers were shocked, and when I went back into the office, Gary only had some smart-ass comment in the realm of him not giving a shit about me leaving, but if I was there, I had to listen to what he said. The rest of the afternoon, his words sat and stewed in my head.
I knew I'd want a fresh haircut before starting my new job and that's when the wheels started turning. I found the card Alice gave me and made an appointment. I asked for her last appointment of the day saying I would be working and couldn't get in any earlier. The earliest they had would be the following week on Monday. I told the soft-spoken lady on the phone that would be fine, and the appointment was set.
When the day came, I sat in the parking lot and wondered to myself what I was doing there. I really hadn't thought much about a plan. Was I there to flirt? Maybe to test theories I had developed at the Christmas party? And then would I go through with fucking Gary's wife just because?
I walked in and as soon as Alice saw me, she left the blue haired, mature lady in the chair to come over and give me a hug. She said she'd just be a few more minutes and she'd be right with me.
I sat in the waiting area and picked up a magazine that was about three years old and paged through it, during which time I'd occasionally steal glances toward Alice. She was wearing a pale green skirt and the hem was just above the knees. The light-yellow blouse was buttoned up modestly, and it was like I was looking at a completely different woman from the one at the party. Gone were the fuck me pumps and the display of cleavage. But what else was I expecting? Was I thinking that Alice would be in a short little black dress while she gave perms and dyed old women's hair?
Finally, the elderly lady was moving toward the register and once out the door, Alice came over and offered me her hand.
"You're next." she said, and I placed my hand in hers when I stood, and she walked me to her chair.
"It sure took you long enough to call me." Alice said in a tone that was almost scolding in nature.
"And what is it I can do for you today?" she continued.
