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Author's Note:
Cheating wife ahead. You have been warned.
Wednesdays Revenge
It was time. Time to confront my wife of 15 years about her six-month affair with a lying sack of shit. And this was going to be a doozy. You're probably wondering why I took six months. Well, all this happened back in the eighties. That's right, 1987 to be exact. March of 1987. In fact March 25th, our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Back to why I took six months... technology back then wasn't so great. Pictures were taken with cameras that use film, the video was done on either Betamax or VHS tape. I had a VHS video camera. Only two hours of record time.
It all started about six months ago when my wife, stopped having sex with me. Not all at once just slowly over about six weeks. I was wondering why and when I asked she gave a song and dance about not feeling like having sex anymore. I almost asked if it was just with me or had she cut off the guy she was cheating with but that would have messed up what came later. It wasn't until later that her fuck buddy told her to cut me off altogether. He would be getting his on Wednesdays. That was the day they usually met. In our house. On our bed.
I was kind of glad she had cut me off. Who knows what nasty little things were racing through her blood? I sure didn't. After finding out she was fucking this guy, Ed was his name, I immediately had myself check for all known forms of STDs. AIDs and HIV had just come on the scene and tests for them were in the very early stages and expensive.
We had two kids... well, she had two kids from a previous marriage. They were now teenagers and were in high school. How we met and fell in love isn't really important. Well, it isn't important to me anymore.
I knew who this Ed guy was. He worked at the same place as Silvia, my wife, soon to be ex-wife. She said he was dying from cancer. She told me that just over six months ago. The guy still looked as healthy as a horse. She wasn't usually a gullible woman. In fact, she was as skeptical as I was and I was pretty skeptical. Having been in the service as a law enforcement specialist, I had become very skeptical and had passed the skepticism along to her. So, I was surprised that she still believed he was a cancer patient.
Anyway, I had set the video camera up on its tripod in the corner of the bedroom. When Silvia asked me about it, I told her I needed to get it out of way in the closet for a while. She asked if I was going to try and video us. I just shook my head, and as we weren't even having sex by that time I wondered why she would ask a question like that. She then asked how we would know if it was recording. I told her the little red light on the viewfinder would be blinking. Of course, I had disabled that. And I was surprised that plugging it into the wall behind the chest of drawers didn't clue her into what I was doing.
So, every Wednesday morning I turned it on before I left for work. What I do isn't relevant to the story, so I'll skip that too. I had set the camera up so that it wasn't just continuously recording, it would take a two-frame snapshot every 10 seconds. Sort of a time-lapse of what was going on in the bedroom. This way I got almost six hours on a two-hour tape. Once I had narrowed down the times so I could set the timer to come on and then shut down when they were most likely in the bedroom, that's what I did.
After about a dozen tapes, I went looking into Ed's background. It wasn't hard to do. I just waited outside my house for him to finish with my wife and follow the clueless asshole. He took me right to his day job and then right to his house. The next Wednesday I was waiting down the street for him to leave. When he did, I went to his door and knocked. The cutest little woman answered the door.
"Are you Ed Kilawayas wife?" I asked. Yes, they were Hawaiian.
"I am may I ask who you are?" Her voice was musical.
"I'm the husband of the woman he is fucking right now," I said softly and calmly.
"No, he just left to go to work," she countered.
"No, he will be over at my house, fucking my wife Silvia, Silvia Colson. I believe you might even know her. I'm John Colson."
Her pretty brown eyes got big and her mouth opened wide with surprise.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I'm Connie, by the way."
"Yeah, he won't be there for another few minutes and I bet he calls you to let you know he got to work, right?"
"Oh god," she said the blood draining from her face.
Just then, I could hear the phone ringing. She looked at me. I looked at her. She looked like she was about to faint.
"Don't answer it," I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Let him stew. Let him wonder why you aren't answering."
"Oh my. You are devious. I would have never thought of that. I was going to answer and accuse him of cheating on me."
"Not yet. Next Wednesday," I said.
"Why next Wednesday?"
"We'll both be there to confront my wife, then we'll come back here and confront your husband..."
"Soon to be ex-husband."
"Okay. But, I think we should get a little revenge on them both," I said.
If she went for it fine. If she didn't that would be fine too. She stood there looking at me and thinking. Hard. Then she waved me inside. I nodded to her as she took my hand and closed the door. She led me to the couch.
"Explain what you have in mind," she ordered.
I had just found out who the boss was in the house. I then explained what I had in mind for my wife. And if she wanted, we could do the same thing to her husband. I explained how Silvia had cut me off at the orders of Ed. I explained how he had convinced my wife he was a cancer patient and need some good loving because you had stopped giving him any.
"That son of a bitch!" she almost screamed. "Well, he doesn't get any from here on out, that's for sure."
"That's up to you, but it could tip your hand," I said.
"Oh, yeah, but I really don't want to fuck him anymore. In fact, I don't even think I love the asshole anymore."
"I feel the same way. When was your last menstrual cycle?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. It should be along any day now."
"Have it come a little early and stay a bit longer."
"When is your wife's?"
"It should start next Tuesday."
"Does she have any qualms about having sex during..."
"Not with me, before she cut me off. But I guess, just in case, if she calls here to cancel, maybe you should answer the phone."
"Excellent idea. Done."
"When does Ed usually go to work?"
"Every day during the week, except on Wednesdays, I guess. He leaves about eight, every morning."
"Good. I'll call you on Tuesday to arrange everything."
"Good. Now," she said standing and reach out her hand, "come with me. I think I want to try you out before next Wednesday. Maybe for the rest of the week."
"Do you really want to do this here?" I asked.
"Damn straight."
"What if..."
"Then he gets kicked out of my house a week early and we go straight to your house."
"Sure thing."
Connie led me to her bedroom. She was a very pretty, petite young woman. Her breasts were almost nothing to speak of, but I'm not a big boob man there are plenty of other attributes to a woman to love. At the bed she turned, looking up at me.
"You are rather tall," she said.
She stepped up on the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She just stared into my eyes then pressed her lips to mine. I sighed at her touch. She sighed as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She was the aggressor. I was fine with that, for now. Soon we were both naked and lying on the bed touching and feeling each other's bodies. Hers was smooth and muscular. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and very, very wet. I hesitated just a moment on going down on her.
"I showered this morning and Ed didn't touch me last night. Come to think of it, he hasn't had sex with me on a Tuesday night for a long time," she said looking up into my eyes.
I shrugged my shoulders in my mind's eyes pressing my lips to her engorged labia. She was extremely excited. I was too, not having had sex in such a long time. She tasted very good. She smelled even better. I licked and sucked on her pussy. When I sucked her clit, she screamed, loudly.
"Oh fuck!"
I just groaned as she started to slip her pussy all over my face.
"Enough, enough, get up and fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please?" she was begging.
Slowly, I kissed my way up her body. Her nipples were extremely hard and stood up proud. I sucked on them for a few seconds. Connie cried out with pleasure and excitement. I slowly kissed my way up her chest to her neck and then her lips. She pulled my lips to hers hard. Her tongue shot into my mouth. When my hard cock bumped her pussy, she reached down between us quickly. She lined my cock up with her opening.
"Oh, god, I hope I fits," she said as I slowly pushed into her body.
Groaning at the tight feel of this petite woman, I pulled back a bit, then continue to press into her. It took a while for me to hit the bottom of her cunt. She screamed as I did.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated.
"God you are so tight," I whispered. "You feel so good too."
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast," she ordered.
Smiling I pulled slowly out of her tight cunt. Looking down at her, she smiled up at me nodding. I slammed into her body, hard and fast. She screamed. Loudly. I fucked her as hard as I could and fast as I could. She was bouncing up and down on the bed as I did. She was crying, screaming, and yelling her joy. I could feel her fluids squirting out of her to cover the sheets and blankets. She would be hard-pressed getting the smell out of the room. But that wasn't my problem. I pounded into her until I was ready to shoot.
"Do you want me to cum inside you?" I asked.
"Oh, god, yes. Fill me up," she shouted.
"Here it comes," said with one last slam into her.
She gasped as my cock pulsed insider her. She was so tight that it squirted out of her past my cock, splashing against my balls and then leaking down her pussy and ass.
"Oh my... fuck," she yelled. "Holy shit! Oh, fuck!"
Hips bucking she coming hard. As my cock pulsed one last time, Connie pulled me down on top of her. I was crushing this petite woman. She squeezed me hard. Both with her arms and legs and her pussy. I groaned.
"You feel so good wrapped around my cock," I said kissing her next softly.
"OH GOD! I'm coming again," she yelled.
She let go of me and rolled to her side. Staring at me, she smiled.
"I'm going to enjoy having you fuck me," she said.
"I will enjoy fucking you and time you wish," I replied.
She shivered with another orgasm. She started to move. I thought she was getting up to go clean up, but she moved down and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. It was very sensitive have just ejaculated inside her. I grunted as she sucked and bobbed on me. I was soon hard as a rock again. She didn't quit. She continued until I was bucking my hips forcing more and more of my cock down her throat.
"I'm coming!" I shouted.
Connie sucked all the harder on me. My cock pulsed, shooting my semen into her mouth. I could hear her sigh as it shot into her mouth. She was enjoying my cum. When I stopped pulsing, she swallowed. Opened her mouth showing she had, then was kissing me hard. I kissed her back. Finally, she calmed down a bit and lay beside me looking into my eyes.
"You taste very good. You also stretched my pussy out and my jaw. I loved it."
"You not only taste good, but you are also an excellent cocksucker."
Connie smiled at me. I smiled back at her.
"Shower?" she asked.
Nodding I followed her into the bathroom. After helping her clean up, I left and went to the office. Over the next five days, I fucked Connie every day. She was a slut in bed. She would let me do anything to her. I got her anal cherry. Now I don't know if that was really true but she screamed when I pressed into her.
