Izzy's Revenge

On the way to the restaurant, Izzy explained that all he had to do was touch part of their skin, and he would be able to get the information he needed. It would be faster if he could touch their foreheads, but I explained that it wasn't socially acceptable. We also agreed that once Izzy had gathered all the information needed, he'd let me know which of the three options was acceptable.

Izzy told me that, if nothing else, he would be willing to eliminate my love for Cindy completely. As to whether he would allow me to have revenge on the two, it would depend on whether he felt they deserved it or not. Surprisingly, revenge was a concept that Izzy said his people were quite familiar with. Honor and respect were of paramount importance. If either were impugned, elaborate schemes of revenge were engaged to punish the offending party or parties. And since there were so many different actions, thoughts, or gestures that could be taken as an offense, Izzy said that his people spent enormous amounts of time devising ways to seek revenge.

After explaining that aspect of his people, I couldn't help but feel that this supposedly advanced civilization certainly wasted a lot of time on nonsense. Of course, I kept that idea to myself.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Cindy and Alex were already sitting in a booth. They were hugging and kissing without regard to who saw them. It sent my insides to churning, and my anger began to bubble to the surface.

Izzy must have realized this because he pulled me to a stop. "Keep your fucking temper under control. If you mess up their minds with your shitty hostility, I may not be able to get an accurate reading. And I might not be able to make the alterations that I want at this time. So, don't be an asshole."

As crappy as Izzy's pep talk was, it served its purpose. I hid my discomfort and put on a fake smile.

"Cindy, Alex," I said calmly, "this is my attorney, Mr. John Smith. I'm glad that we can sit down and work this out reasonably."

Izzy shook hands with both of them, and we slid into the booth on the opposite side. I then explained that I was willing to split everything we'd earned during our marriage 50/50. We'd sell the house and split the proceeds. Since there were no children, there would be no alimony.

Alex just smirked at me. "I don't think so. Alimony is definitely going to have to be paid. And Cindy wants half of your company and half of your 401-K. She also wants the fine china and the china cabinet. I've prepared a list of our demands."

Alex handed the list to Izzy, who glanced at it. Then he smiled at me and looked back at Cindy and Alex. "Apparently, this asshole hasn't given me the whole story. Let me confer with him for a few minutes, and I'm sure we can satisfy your demands."

Cindy giggled, and Alex just smirked at me. I wanted to punch his teeth out right then and there, but Izzy grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

For several moments, I wasn't sure Izzy was going to do anything for me. But once we settled at another table, he put my fears to rest. "I disliked that fucking dickhead, Alex, as soon as I saw him. And your mate is a fucking slut. She's been fucking just about anything with pants the entire time you've been married."

That bit of news caused me to get up off my chair. I was going to go over and beat the shit out of Cindy and dickhead. But Izzy grabbed my arm.

"Are you a fucking retard or what?" he demanded. "What part of not being an asshole did you not understand. Do you want revenge, or don't you?"

I sat down sheepishly. "I want revenge more than anything."

"Good, so do I," Izzy's eyes seemed to sparkle in anticipation. "Now, what would you like me to do?"

"As I already explained," I said, trying to keep my breathing regular, "I don't want to have any more feelings for that bitch. I don't want to love her, I don't want to hate her, I don't want to be annoyed by what she does and with whom. I just want to be indifferent to her."

"Consider it fucking done," Izzy said as he reached up and touched my forehead. "What else do you want me to do to those motherfuckers?"

I wondered if Izzy could really do what he said he could. I didn't feel any different after he touched my forehead. But I had seen Izzy do too many amazing things to doubt him now. So, I sat back in the chair and tried to figure out what it was that I really wanted. Then it came to me.

"First, I want Cindy to fall desperately in love with me," I said with a grin. "I want her to come crawling home, begging me to take her back. Then when I'm finished fucking her, I'm going to let her feel what it's like to be dumped."

"Ohhh, I like how you think," Izzy said with glee. "What about dickhead?"

"Oh yeah, I've got something special in mind for Alex," I said as I rubbed my hands together. "He considers himself such a lady's man. He thinks he's so macho. First, I want him to find Cindy repugnant. So much so that he'll either transfer her somewhere else or fire her. Also, they have a young attorney who happens to be gay. I want Alex to fall madly in love with him."

Since the concept of sex as it is practiced here on Earth was foreign to Izzy, I had to explain to him what being gay was. Then I had to explain to him what Alex's peers would think of him when they learned he was sticking his dick up some other guy's ass.

Izzy's eyes got wide as he finally grasped the implications of what I wanted to be done to Alex. He couldn't help but chuckle. "You would make my one parent very proud if I knew who the fuck that was."

With our plan agreed upon, we returned to the table with Cindy and Alex. Izzy explained that we would be agreeable to the terms as outline by Alex. After a few insults from Alex concerning my manhood, we all shook hands and left.

After leaving the restaurant, I explained to Izzy, I had to check-in at my office to ensure that several projects were moving along as they should. Earning a living was another concept that Izzy had no idea about. To him, it seemed like a "terrible fucking waste of time." So, I explained that if he wanted me to continue buying coffee and Cap'n Crunch, I needed to have money. And to get money, I had to make sure that all my construction jobs were completed on schedule and within budget.

On the way to my office, I had to ask, "How long does it take for these new feelings to take hold?"

"You'll start noticing changes in a few hours, and by tomorrow morning, the process will be complete."

A quick review of the reports and a few phone calls told me that all six of my projects were progressing well. I decided, after that, to take Izzy for a celebration. I was also curious as to his reaction to naked women. So, I took him to a strip club that offered a full range of services for a reasonable consideration.

I discovered two things about Izzy in the strip club. The first was that alcohol had absolutely no effect on him. However, he did love the taste of Rum. So, instead of getting him a glass at a time, I bought him the whole bottle. The girls and the bartenders watched him in awe as he guzzled it with no effect.

As I sat nursing a scotch and soda, Izzy grabbed my arm and pointed between his legs. I could readily see that he had a raging boner.

"No, your body is not defective," I said with a smirk. "In fact, I'd say it's working a peak efficiency."

"But how do I get it to go down?" he asked as he began to play with himself.

"Well, there are three ways to accomplish that," I said as I saw one of the strippers pull her top off. She had spectacular tits. "You can wait, and eventually it will go down on its own. You can pull your cock out and rub it until the sperm starts flying out. Or you can pump it in and out of some woman's cunt until you spew the sperm deep into her. Of the three, I definitely recommend the third option. Are you interested?"

"Fucking A right," he said immediately as he began to undo his pants.

"Let's not be so eager," I said as I pulled his hands away from his pants. "I've got to pay first."

"This whole concept of paying is just a pain in the ass," Izzy groused.

I had no idea how Izzy would react to the entire idea of sexual intercourse, so I only paid for one girl. However, I let the guy taking the money know that if he wanted more than one girl, just come get the money. After five girls, I decided that Izzy had had enough for today. He was disappointed, but he came along easily enough.

I spent the rest of the day showing Izzy the town and explaining how things worked. Of course, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up more coffee, Cap'n Crunch, Trix, and anything else that seemed interesting to Izzy. By the time I got him home that night, he was still flushed with excitement. As we sat having some coffee, I suddenly realized that I had very little concern for Cindy. It felt like when I first met her. I thought of her as attractive and someone I wanted to get to know. But aside from that, nothing. The intense hurt that had burned through my insides was gone.

The next morning, after a box of Trix, a pot of coffee, and a large chocolate bar, I was able to convince Izzy to take a shower. He thought the whole thing was hilarious up to a point. I didn't bother telling him not to eat the soap. So, sue me, it's a small town, not much else to do for entertainment. He was still trying to get the taste out of his mouth when I hustled him into the car and headed over to Cindy's office. I had typed up an agreement that listed all of the demands that Alex had made on Cindy's behalf.

When we walked into the law office, I didn't spot Cindy at her usual desk, and Alex's door was closed. I glanced over at Izzy with a questioning look. He, in return, shrugged his shoulders. I couldn't help wonder if this part of the revenge didn't work.

"Marge, is Cindy around?" I asked the receptionist.

Marge looked around to make sure no one could hear her. "Don, she's in the lunchroom. I'm sorry to hear that you guys are breaking up. I think she may be having second thoughts about that decision. Anyway, Alex announced that he's reassigning her to a different office. I don't know what that's all about."

"Do you mind if I dart in and give Cindy these documents?" I pressed.

"Sure," Marge said as she looked around again. "All the Partners are out of the office except for Alex. And he's been in his office with Roger, one of the newer attorneys. And that's also odd."

"Why is that?" I asked and couldn't help but smile.

"Roger's gay, and Alex fought tooth and nail to keep him from being hired."

Izzy was now chuckling and rubbing his hands together. "Fucking excellent."

I left Izzy in the reception area and made my way to the lunchroom. Cindy was sobbing miserably as three other women huddled around her.

"Excuse me, Cindy," I tapped on the doorframe. "I've got some papers for you."

Cindy's face came up, and she threw herself into my arms. Then in a rush, she said, "Oh Don, I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? I realize now that you're the only one I've ever loved. Do you think there's any chance we can get back together?"

I was half tempted to tell her right there and then that we were through. But I decided that it would be more fun to take her home. I decided that screwing her for a few weeks before I threw her out would be very entertaining. Yes, I was an asshole, but as Izzy would say, "FUCK Off!" I would enjoy the sex and let Cindy feel the same pain she had inflicted on me.

As I led her away from the other women, I couldn't help but notice their expressions. Their faces had that dreamy quality as if they had just witnessed some romantic moment. These days, so many women like to believe that they're better than men, but they're not. They're just different. I think the starkest example of that is how men and women process sex. Most women want some kind of emotional connection to a guy plus a million other preconditions before they'll have sex. For guys, on the other hand, all they require is for the girl to show up naked with a six-pack of beer. And the six-pack of beer is optional.

When Cindy and I reached the main office, all hell had broken loose. I saw Izzy over by Alex's office, and apparently, he had pushed open the office door. There in all his glory was Roger fucking Alex in the ass. I have to say that surprised me. With his large dick, I definitely thought that Alex would have been the one with his pole up someone's ass. I guess he was embracing his feminine side.

With the office in total chaos, Cindy, Izzy, and I left. I headed back to the house with Cindy playing with my dick the whole way. And, of course, Izzy was leaning over from the back seat to watch.

Once home, Cindy dragged me to our bedroom. She stepped out of her dress, and I could see that her panties were soaking wet. I undid her bra and massaged her tits, and Cindy had a massive orgasm. I pushed her down onto the bed and pulled the panties off. Then I knelt down and buried my head in her mound. I had only taken two licks when another orgasm rocked her. The more I stroked her with my tongue, the louder she moaned.

I stood up and shed my clothes. It was then that I noticed Izzy sitting in a chair in a the corner of the room. I was a little self-conscious at first, but then said to myself, "fuck it, if he wants to watch, he's earned the right to do so."

With my cock out and throbbing, I decided to just take the plunge. I lined it up and buried it deep. Cindy was screaming now. "OH DON! OH DON! OH DON! OH DON! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME HARD! COME INSIDE ME! COME INSIDE ME!"

Who am I to deny a lady such a request? So, I just pounded Cindy as hard as I could. Finally, I could feel my balls tighten, and it seemed like I spewed gallons of juice into her. At that point, Cindy passed out.

When I rolled off Cindy, I found Izzy standing a foot or two from the bed. He was rubbing his hands together rapidly with his eyes wide. "That was FUCKING AMAZING!"

Cindy started to stir a few minutes later, and I had her suck me hard again. Then I did an encore. I have read a ton of stories about guys having seven or eight orgasms. They must be superhuman because, at my best, I have only been able to go three times. And the third time, it felt like I was firing water.

Izzy had not moved from his spot, but his breathing had gotten more rapid. I realized what he wanted. At first, I was going to tell him no, she was mine. But then I realized that I really didn't have any feelings for Cindy. She was now just a good fuck.

"Do you want a go?" I asked Izzy. He immediately began nodding his head.

"Cindy," I said to my soon be my ex-wife, "Izzy would like to fuck you. You'll do it for me, won't you?"

I could tell that she really didn't want to have sex with Izzy. "Do you really want me to fuck your friend?"

"It would make me so happy," I sort of lied.

Now it was my turn to stand and watch. I have to admit that considering Izzy had never had sex until the previous day, he did quite a good job. He fucked her four times, and we left her on the bed passed out.

Over the next three weeks, I fucked Cindy every morning and every night. We did everything that can possibly be done between a man and a woman. Strangely, Izzy didn't want to have anything to do with Cindy after the first time he fucked her. When I asked him about it, he explained that she was such a self-centered bitch with such negative energy that he was uncomfortable being around her.

At the end of the third week, Izzy and I decided to go on a road trip. By this time, I had sold my construction business and banked the cash. I didn't get near what it was worth, but Izzy told me not to worry because he would make me a lot of money.

Monday morning, after three weeks, I told Cindy I was leaving her.

"Cindy, do you remember when you called me up to tell me that you were leaving me for Alex?" I asked her as she was making breakfast.

She put her head down and mumbled how sorry she was.

"Well, you said you didn't have the courage to face me. But you see, I do have the courage to face you. Cindy, I'm leaving you, and here are the divorce papers. I've sold the business, and I've split everything 50/50. Here is a cashier's check for your share of the money. Izzy and I are going on a road trip. Have a great life."

We had already loaded up my car, but it was really hard getting out of the house. Cindy became unglued and went down on her knees, pleading. She grabbed hold of one of my legs and wouldn't let go. She kept crying, "Don't leave me! I love you so much!"

I finally had to lie to her. I told her that I'd put the divorce on hold, but I needed some time to myself. She finally let go, and I wasted no time getting out of there.

Once on the road, I asked Izzy where we were going.

"Vegas baby, we're going to fucking Las Vegas."

"I've got no problem with that," I told him and then asked, "but why?"

"Two reasons. First, they have gambling, which won't be gambling for us. Second, they have wall to wall prostitutes."

We spent two weeks in Las Vegas, and I'm sure that the gaming houses were glad to see the back of our heads. We took the casinos for almost eight million dollars. And we did it in such a way that they couldn't complain. If you play blackjack and start winning, the house will accuse you of counting cards. So, we started off playing roulette. But we didn't pick numbers; we just bet red or black. Then we bet odd or even.

I have to admit I was very nervous, the first time when I put a hundred thousand dollars on red. Izzy just looked at me like I was fucking moron and told me to grow a pair. So, I made the bet and won. Then I told them to let it ride. It hit red again. I now had four hundred thousand dollars. I then bet it all on an odd number coming up. The pit boss stepped in at that, point and halted the game until he cleared the bet upstairs. A minute later, approval was given and an odd number came up. Our bankroll was now up to eight hundred thousand dollars. At that point, Izzy suggested that we cash out for the day.

After we cashed out and banked our winnings, the casino comped us a suite. They desperately wanted us to stay around, so they could win back their money. The suite was fabulous, and as I prepared myself a drink, Izzy decided to explore. At one point, he came running out excited because they had a water fountain in the bathroom. I started to laugh and told him that it was a bidet. Obviously, he didn't know what that was, so I explained it was to clean your ass. After my explanation, Izzy rushed back into the bathroom, and I heard him turn the bidet on. Then he roared with laughter. "This is FUCKING AWESOME! And I can still use it like a drinking fountain." Some people are so easily amused.

The next day, Izzy wanted to go to a whorehouse. I have to admit that I was curious also. I'd never been to one of the infamous Nevada brothels.

On the way to the "Chicken Ranch," Izzy explained what he planned to do. When the girls were paraded before us, Izzy would touch each girl's forehead and plant a desire that they would have an overpowering desire to be with one or the other of us when either Izzy or I called. As Izzy explained, we'd have to pay for the first go around, but we'd have our pick for free after that.

As I said, we left Vegas with about eight million dollars. I asked him why we didn't just stay there and continue to rack up the money. He said that what he was doing to allow us to win was draining his energy too much. So, we continued to travel around, stopping wherever something struck Izzy's curiosity. Why he wanted to stop and see the world's largest ball of yarn is beyond me. But our tour of Area 51 was fascinating. I don't know how Izzy arranged that, but he did. Oh, in case you're wondering, they do have alien space craft there and even preserved aliens. Izzy says the aliens preserved there are all from lower species. I guess to Izzy everyone is a lower species than his people.