Final Act of Revenge Ch. 01

She sniggered again, "Don't believe me. It doesn't really matter now, you know," she hesitated for several moments, before continuing, "But he did... he wasn't all that good I must admit... Too busy telling me a story of someone who once screwed his own wife many years ago for him to put any real effort in... But it didn't really matter... I'd pretty much had way more than I could take by then anyhow."

Suddenly it dawned on me what it was all about and I knew she was telling me the truth -- then I looked over to her, just as we pulled into the motel parking lot -- and felt suddenly engulfed in my own deep guilt again.

"You know you got her pregnant, don't you?" Claire informed me coolly, "Mick knew it wasn't him 'cause he'd had a vasectomy a couple of years earlier, just after their second child. He'd found out quite by accident... found a pregnancy test kit in their bathroom one day when he'd come home early."

I sat there totally shell-shocked a second time in less than two hours as I listened to her.

"He apparently went off his brain. Kim had no choice in the end but to tell him," she continued, "Your old mate really hates you, you know? He said Kim was never the same after it... after the abortion... And her guilt put her down so low she was on anti-depressants for a couple of years... And she put on weight too, she's still quite fat, you know?"

Claire picked up the room keys from the console and got out of the car and walked to the motel door and unlocked it -- she hesitated for a moment to look back at me, and then turned and went inside.

It all made sense now -- Mick had set it up as an act of revenge! My last drink -- he'd given it to me with the top already off -- and I guessed he'd dropped a micky in it for sure. Fuck me, talk about holding a grudge!

I looked into the motel room -- Claire had left the door open and I could see her getting undressed again -- and I wondered what they must have given her to get her to fuck a few of them. I wasn't up with the drugs they used these days, but I figured it had to be something -- my wife just wasn't the type to play around -- a bit of harmless flirting yes, but to allow her self to be tossed up -- no way, not likely.

I went into the room and listened to Claire showering, and then picked up the kettle and went into the bathroom to fill it up -- a strong cup of coffee before we hit the road for the long drive home was in order, and I knew Claire would want a tea.

After filling the kettle in the hand basin, I turned to look briefly at my pretty wife in the shower still washing herself -- and she looked at me silently, while rubbing herself between the legs with a face washer.

"Are you going to be alright?" I asked with honest concern.

She nodded, "I'll be right... But don't think you'll be having sex with me for awhile," then she smiled lewdly at me, "You probably don't want to know... but a couple of them had really big cocks."

I shook my head in disbelief -- never had I dreamt I'd ever be hearing my wife saying something like that to me -- not ever!

"Really?"

"Really!" she nodded smugly, "You bastard!"

Just as I was walking back out of the bathroom, Claire piped up again, "Do you want to hear all the juicy detail... hmmm? Would you like to hear what happened to me on the pool table as you slept not more than ten feet from me... hmmm? Wouldn't you love to hear all about what they all did to your poor, innocent little wife?"

Turning back to her, I watched as she rubbed her breasts in slow circular motions, soaping them up quite erotically and making her long nipples standout through the bubbles.

"Not really, Claire, I think I could imagine it if I tried," I answered her honestly, although quite ironically, as less than half an hour before I had wanted to know everything.

"Well my dear unfaithful, home-wrecking husband... oh yes, and one, not so blessed with what I now know to be pretty much as just an average-sized penis... guess what?" Claire said with an odd melodious tone, "We'll be in the car for the next two days before we get home... and I'm going to tell you the lot!" she smiled derisively, "Whether you like it or not!"

Standing there with my stomach in knots, I watched her for a moment longer and thought it odd that she actually seemed to be sexually charged -- her mannerisms as she washed herself in front of me was nothing short of seductive to say the lease and it was like nothing I had seen in her for years. Under normal circumstances she would have been quite annoyed if I'd checked her out in the shower longer than she thought was polite!

I was about to leave the bathroom, when she turned around so her back faced me, and I couldn't help but notice that her lovely firm round bum, with its distinct tan lines from the small bikinis she wore, had several red welts crisscrossing her flesh -- and a couple of quite obvious bite marks just above her thighs near her cleft. The bastards!

"Your butt looks sore."

Claire looked over her shoulder at me -- the shower water trickling down the centre of her back in small rivulets and converging to run down the cleft of her buttocks. She ran a soapy hand down to her bottom and sniggered, "Hmmm, my dear... it's sore alright, and not just on the outside either."

It was pretty obvious what she was implying -- although I found it quite hard to believe -- Claire had never, ever been tempted with anal sex before, well not beyond a finger stuck up there occasionally. No -- I think she was playing with me now, and stretching the bounds of truth just a bit too far.

"You look like you don't believe me... Have a better look, if you like?" Claire offered smugly, bending over and leaning on the edge of the bath, her bottom jutting outwards toward me no more than an arms length away, "Do you think it'll be alright... hmmm?"

I know I should not have humoured her -- I know I should not have looked -- but of course I did, didn't I!

Her legs were slightly apart, and her back was concaved with a degree of exaggeration that made her display look quite prominent -- I looked with a morbid curiosity. Although her pudendum was still quite swollen and red looking, her inner folds had started to contract a bit giving it an appearance that was far more like her normal-looking slit -- it was actually quite inviting to look at, considering, and I could feel my cock stirring.

Claire looked back over her shoulder at me, and reached backwards with both hands as she supported herself against the shower wall with her shoulder, and she gripped a cheek of her butt in each hand, and then she pulled them apart.

"Well? Do you think it'll be alright... huh?" she asked croakily.

I blinked a couple of times and focused my bleary eyes down between her cheeks, "Christ! It doesn't look too good from here! What... what in the hell were you thinking? I... I can't believe you let them... like some cheap slut!" I exclaimed, suddenly angry again.

My wife's little rosebud was also a reddened mess like her vagina -- only her sphincter looked quite relaxed and I could see partway inside her stretched rectum, leaving me in no doubt as to the probable cause!

"So I'm a slut? Yeah right!" she snapped back at me, "That's a laugh, you bastard! If I am a slut, I've only been one for a night... You on the other hand have been one for most of your rotten life it seems!" she said in earnest, as she straightened herself back up, "And I really think I've got a lot of catching up to do!"

I stood fuming with anger -- she was partly right of course -- I had played the field a bit over the years -- but her threat to 'catch up' had me really fucked-off!

"How... how could you, Claire, I still don't understand?"

She went back to washing herself, "It wasn't easy, I can tell you, my dear hubby... Not at first anyway... but once he'd gotten it in all the way it wasn't too bad really. The difficult bit was that I was already sitting on someone's cock!" she said frankly, looking up at me for a moment and then lifting a leg to run a razor over it. "Are you listening to me?" she asked, "Funny... I didn't think you wanted to know..."

I shook my head at her candid response and let out a loud sigh -- it was, of course, nothing close to what I had meant. It must have been some sort of drugs, I figured, just had to have been -- and I had a strong feeling they were still affecting her too!

Claire started to hum as she continued to shave her legs -- and as distasteful as it all should have been for her -- as it was me -- I had to admit that she sounded, well, kinda happy, just a bit too fucking happy!

My cock had softened again -- it was all too much to comprehend -- but one thing that I was certain of -- and that was the sad fact that our life together had now irrevocably changed!

Shaking my head in mounting anguish, I sighed solemnly, and walked out to put the kettle on. For over ten years I had gotten away with my adultery -- if only I hadn't blown part of my load in Kim all those years ago, none of this would have ever happened. Ironically, I felt an immense feeling of relief wash over me -- the heavy burden of guilt and secrecy I'd been harbouring for years lifting like early morning mist warmed by the first rays of the sun.

Still -- it was going to be a long, tormenting drive back home if my wife was going to share with me memories of her sordid night -- maybe I'd take the shorter inland route instead...

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