Morning All
This is a burn the bitch and bastards story. Maybe more a toast the bitch and burn the bastards. I know she isn't yet his wife so technically not a "loving wives" story but I think it's the category it fits in best.
There is very little sex in this tale of revenge.
A big thank you goes to sexnovella for he editing.
Hope you enjoy!
CharlieB4
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I sat in my mate's spare bedroom looking at my smartphone which was linked to my apartment's internal security cameras. I could hear the moans of the occupants of my bedroom and the squeaks and groans of protest from my bed. It appeared my fiancée was sandwiched between my best man and groomsmen who had twelve hours earlier been partying with me on my buck's weekend.
They had taken me away to the Gold Coast in Queensland on Friday; Saturday had been a day at the races then a big night at the casino. Sunday morning had been a lazy affair recovering at the resort pool. Tom, my best man and Karl, a groomsmen had said their goodbyes; they hadn't been able to get Monday off work so had to leave early to get back to Sydney.
Later in the afternoon we were getting ready to go out again when we had a visit from hotel security. One of the cleaners had found a bag of pills, she had called security and they had come up and confiscated them. That on top of a couple of noise complaints from the previous night meant they were asking us to leave. No amount of argument even from one of my mates who is a lawyer could sway them.
We tried to get rooms at other places but accommodating 10 guys on cup weekend at short notice was impossible. So we headed with our tails between our legs to the airport and got on the red eye back to Sydney. Arriving just before 11pm we split up, however my two remaining groomsmen wouldn't let me go back to my apartment.
"Come on Adam, its still your bucks weekend. You don't go back to work until Wednesday so come over to my place and we will have a few more drinks."
I was a bit sick of all the drinking, drugs weren't my thing. The other guy's popped pills and snorted lines but I generally preferred to be in control. Still I realized the guys had put in a big effort for this weekend so I agreed and we jumped into a cab to head to Tony's house.
My fiancée, Georgia was having her hen's weekend in Sydney; I tried to ring her but wasn't surprised when it went to voice mail. I didn't leave a message as I was sure she wouldn't be able to comprehend it till the morning anyway. Georgia had moved in with me two months ago, her lease was up. I had recently bought a two bedroom penthouse in the city so it was silly for her to sign her lease for another six months. Her parents hadn't been ecstatic about it but we were supposed to be getting married in three months. They were strict Catholics but they liked me and I think being the youngest executive in my bank to get a million dollar bonus helped.
Back at Tony's house the guys must have got their uppers and downers mixed up because within half an hour they were both snoring in lounge chairs. I went to one of the bedrooms and prepared to get some much needed sleep. My phone buzzed signifying a text message had arrived. I was expecting something from Georgia but was surprised to see the number of the man who lived underneath my apartment.
"Give it a fucking rest will you! Some of us have to work tomorrow!"
I read the message then read it again, it didn't make any sense. There would be nobody home so he must have sent it to the wrong number. I replied letting him know the message had not found its intended target. My phone buzzed again, another text.
"Yeah right, just get the bitch off and go to sleep or gag her! You must be very talented to text back while you fiancée is squealing that loud."
Now I was perplexed, he obviously felt he had the right number. What was going on?
Luckily I had a way to find out without moving an inch. My penthouse had been refurbished by the previous occupant only three years ago. She had been the daughter of a Singaporean billionaire who was doing post graduate medical studies at Sydney University. He had been an overprotective dad and had insisted on installing cameras that could be accessed remotely in the living areas and bedrooms. When I had signed up for the property the agent had taken me through the system and set it up on my smartphone. I had only used it a couple of times. There's not much to hold your interest in empty rooms.
I logged on to the system with my passwords and the menu loaded asking which camera I wanted to view.
I chose the living room, the first thing I noticed was empty beer bottles, wine glasses, a bong and a bag of various pills on the coffee table. I panned the camera and couldn't find any persons but there were articles of clothing scattered about the lounge. Noise was coming from elsewhere in the apartment so with a heavy heart I changed cameras to the bedroom to investigate.
Moonlight streamed in through the open drapes illuminating a tangle of bodies on my bed. There was a man on his knees thrusting into a woman on her hands and knees and judging from the extra legs poking out there was someone underneath the other two.
"God I've missed fucking this arse!"
I think I know that voice.
"It's missed you too Tom." Georgia gasped.
Fuck! This just kept getting worse, my best man was fucking my fiancée's arse and from the sound of it this wasn't the first time.
"Doesn't Adam give it a work out?" Tom replied.
"He's too big, Ohm shit! Keep going Karl I'm almost there!"
What the fuck! My groomsmen were doing her as well. I slumped down on the bed, I couldn't believe it but it was right there in front of me. My soon to be ex fiancée was a slut and my supposed friends were cunts. I wanted to bash, burn, and then bury the bastards but I had learnt from my business dealings I needed leverage and a plan. If I was going to cause them as much pain as they were causing me I had to take my time and get it right.
I went back to the menu of the security system and checked it was recording; the hard drive stored twenty four hours of footage deleting it if not uploaded. The light wasn't great; clouds kept obscuring the full moon, so the video wasn't going to be clear. Just as well Tom and Karl were such big notes. They kept up lots of banter about having fucked her before, places, positions and Georgia responded so I was getting plenty of ammunition.
When they had climaxed they got up Georgia went to the bathroom. The guys went to the kitchen, loaded up with drinks then headed back to the bedroom. Back in the room they sprawled on the bed fondling and talking, that's when I got more good stuff.
"I want to fuck you in your wedding dress," Tom said.
"I'm not getting it till the day before so you will have to wait till after the honeymoon." Georgia replied she was always one for thinking ahead.
"No way! We are talking about on the day!" Karl chimed in, the turd.
"And how do you think you are going to do that you naughty boys." Georgia said laughing.
"I went with Adam when he paid for the reception at the hotel. The ballroom your reception will be in has a band room off to one side. The guys will take turns to keep Adam busy while the others entertain you." Tom, the smug prick explained
"All four of you?"
"Would you want it any other way?" Karl asked with a chuckle.
"I guess not. You know I won't be on birth control then, Adam wants to have kids straight away. You guys will be playing Russian roulette with my fertile eggs! Wow, just thinking about it gets me hot." Georgia gasped. How had I been so blind?
