I guess it was no surprise as all the signs were there. Yet when my best friend Carla told me my heart sank.
"I saw him coming out of the Red Rose Motel with that floozy Andrea Martin." Carla said through the phone.
The Red Rose was a "no tell motel" on the outskirts of town and Andrea was one of our sluttish friends. Andrea was married to Brad's partner but "all's fair in love and war".
My initial reaction on learning my husband had been unfaithful was one of hurt and anger. As I thought about my circumstances it changed to one of revenge.
We had been what I thought was happily married for almost fifteen years. We have a beautiful daughter who Brad adores and his photography business has been going well.
Andrea Martin's husband Carl was a few years younger than me. He was perhaps twenty-nine and as handsome as his wife was beautiful. Carl Martin was to be the instrument of my revenge.
Although I was in my mid-thirties I am amazingly well preserved. I work out at Tae Kwon Do three times a week and take pride in my trim body.
Standing five foot six and a well-carried one hundred and sixty pounds my 38D breasts are real attention grabbers. I knew properly dressed I could get Carl Martin in my bed with ease.
My revenge was not going to be the usual sort of sordid affair where I jumped into bed with Martin and fucked his brains out. No, it was to be more tasteful.
It was only a couple of months until Christmas and I would access the company's mailing list as well as out friends' and families' This Christmas they would all be receiving a "special" Christmas card.
Carl Martin was intrigued when I called his to tell him I had something to discuss. We arranged to meet at The Purple Pear for lunch.
I primped and fused all morning getting ready for my lunch date. I settled on a frightfully short black chiffon frock hoping I did not look like mutton dressed as lamb.
Next to my breasts my legs are my best assets. Long and shapely with well defined muscles. The dress displayed an abundant amount of my black silk covered legs. The décolleté of the dress took the viewer's eyes from top to bottom.
Carl didn't have a clue about his wife's affair with my husband. His reaction was typical.
"I'll kill the bastard!" he snapped.
"No you won't." I answered.
Carl liked my idea, especially the part where he put his dick in me. We left for the Red Rose after a liquid lunch.
I was relieved that Brad's car was not in the motel's parking lot when we arrived. Carl went in and booked us a room.
Carl emerged from the office with the key to room 38 in his hand. As I followed him to the red door I wondered if Brad and Andrea had used this room for their afternoon liaisons.
It was your generic second-rate motel room. A double bed covered with brown chenille bedspread, fake wood grain Arborite drawers and dressing table. There were two wingback chairs positioned around a small table in front of the window, A large picture of a matador and a bull hung over the bed. This is where I was about to break my wedding vows I had honored all these years.
I had asked Carl to stop at a liquor store to pick up a 26 ouncer of whiskey and sent him to the motel's pop machine to get some ice and mix before we started. While he was gone I slipped into the bathroom to get ready.
I slipped my dress off and admired my figure in the mirror. A well-filled white lacey bra and a pair of French cut bikini panties that showed my flat stomach to full advantage.
I released my breasts from their prison and they tumbled out enjoying their new found freedom. My large pink nipples were already erect in anticipation of what I was about to do.
I stepped out of my panties choosing to leave my black patent heels on. I was not a "glamour girl", my bush was very sixties, just trimmed into a neat covering over the entrance to my pussy.
I emerged from the bathroom wearing a single strand of pearls. I could tell by the look on Carl's face he approved.
Carl poured our drinks and we sat discussing what we were about to do. All the time he was studying my naked body he was about to enjoy.
"I don't want us to do this out of revenge." I said, "I want it to be because we enjoy each other."
Carl agreed not wanting to risk his opportunity to sample my wares.
It was time to consummate our meeting Swallowing the remainder of my drink I took my position naked ion the bed and watched Carl strip.
Carl was a hunk, a well-built man in his late twenties in top physical condition. When he dropped his boxer shorts my heart skipped a beat. His cock was fully erect, the most beautiful nine inches I had ever seen. The smooth helmet was like a huge mushroom promising me of ecstasy to come. It was my first indication of what I had been denying myself all these years.
