The first day was the drunk and "Cheating Wife" game. Today would be a little different; the pissed-off, revengeful wife game was on my agenda.
After a pleasant afternoon of stopping by the hairdresser followed by a stop in a designer boutique I was excited about today's challenges. By chance I found a deliciously naughty royal-blue ruffled skirt that would turn any mans head. Contoured nicely to my ass it was multiple layered with six perfect slits allowing me to reveal as much as I would allow, but with a level of discretion at all times. I chose a very nice blouse that would reveal just enough cleavage. I certainly wouldn't look slutty, but rather offered a package with a level of pure sophistication. Of course what would you expect for after a shopping spree of a mere $1950? Of course I had brought enough clothes on my trip but what self respecting woman would pass up the chance to pamper herself with some new additions. Tomorrow would be shoe day.
By 10pm I had eaten dinner at the restaurant and was ready to get the game moving again.
I slipped into the bar, took my book and was sitting on the end stool sipping my drink when my phone alarm went off (as planned, of course). Answering the ring I started a conversation that the two gentlemen at the bar could easily overhear.
"Hello Nancy, how are you.? You don't say."
I paused.
"When are you leaving for Turks & Caicos with Steve?
Ok. Ok."
After another deliberate pause, I became angry.
"How could he do that to me? The bastard."
"He can go fuck himself, and that bitch needs to go soak here head in just a little more coke."
"Listen, Nancy, thank you for letting me know. I don't feel up to talking right now. I'll talk to you when I get back into town on Saturday. Bye." I then snapped the phone shut.
Then a few minutes later I entered into act two, I pretended to make a follow-on call. "Listen" I said.
"Don't give me that bullshit. Nancy just called me and told me everything."
"If you want to take that whore Debbie with you, feel free, but don't come back."
"Don't lie, asshole." I said after a twenty second pause.
"You can stick your dick into that whore all you want, but don't plan on coming back to me."
"See you." I coldly said as I turned my cell off and tossed it onto the bar with the bartender and the two gentlemen taking this all in.
With an angry look on my face I ordered a double scotch.
"Dewar's, double, on the rocks!" I demanded from the bartender.
"Problems?" He asked as he poured me my drink.
"Cheating bastard of a husband!" I answered angrily.
"Tha asshole is screwing the neighborhood slut. Took her on a business trip last week to Florida, One of my friends just happened to see the fucking cunt with him in a restaurant."
The gentleman sitting directly to my right, my chosen target who would get lucky if he played his cards right, smiled and said
"Let me get that?" to the bartender.
"What's your name Miss?"
"Heather" I answered coolly. I knew I had him just where I wanted him.
After some small talk and a stiff drink I told him how I was going to get some serious revenge on the bastard.
"I have never cheated, not even thought about it for a second. Fuck him" I said.