Revenge

At forty-five years of age, I had finally come to the realization that spending only 4 months out of the year inside the comfort of my home was not the lifestyle I envisioned. I had built a successful international risk mitigation consulting firm. The problem with the international part of it was that most of my clients were in Europe. Flying from Seattle to London, Frankfurt, Berlin or Paris was not the shortest trip.

Four years prior, I had gotten to the point where I could fly first class, which made the 10-hour flights less frustrating, but the bigger my small company got, the more often those flights had to take place.

On my forty-fifth birthday, I was in Paris and my beautiful wife Anna surprised me at my hotel, wearing a trench coat and lingerie underneath. She granted my long-time bucket list wish of cumming on her face that night. I was so sexually backed up, that I covered her face and brown hair, before collapsing next to her with a smile on my face. Despite her thirty-seven years of age, she was more beautiful than most women I came across on a daily basis.

Our sex life was awesome when we were around each other. She was always the one to initiate and made me feel like a million bucks when she came each time. She never asked me if I remained faithful over the 16 years of marriage, but I could proudly say I did.

That surprise in Paris made me realize that I didn't want to be away from her that often anymore. I decided that night that I would hire an executive that could go on some of the trips for me and I would focus on the big accounts. Since eighty percent of my income came from three clients, that would mean that I would only have to take about four trips to Europe per year.

It took me six months and about two dozen interviews to hire Jim, an eager thirty-five-year-old that had been working in the same industry for a major firm. I was able to offer him $250,000 a year and some retention bonuses on top of it.

We spent the next four weeks visiting all clients and going over the details of each contract. I knew I hired the right guy when he not only made great first impressions with all clients, but also provided great insight from day one.

I wanted to surprise Anna, by returning home from a trip three days early and tell her that my next trip probably would not need to happen for another few months. I booked a trip to Cabo San Lucas and was planning on giving Anna a day to pack.

Since she was a homemaker, enjoying the fruits of my labor, I knew there would be very little changes in her plans.

The driver pulled up to our Medina home and quickly noticed another car in the driveway. I didn't think much of it at first, but the car was rather run down and had a bunch of crap inside. Instead of opening the garage, I opened the front door quietly and the moment I stepped in, my I nearly pissed my pants. I could clearly hear my wife moaning in pleasure. I walked down the hallway towards the large room we used as a home gym, and there she was, being fucked by a young-looking guy that I figured was her personal trainer.

I was about to grab the guy and choke him to death, but I decided to pull out my phone, take a few pictures and a video of them before sneaking back out again. My heart was racing, I was visibly shaking and, for the first time in my life, I was facing a stressful situation that I had no idea how to handle.

I called my best friend Dave and asked him to come pick me up. We headed to a bar in downtown Bellevue, and Dave did his best to calm me down.

"Let me ask you a question, and don't get pissed off. Have you ever cheated on her?" he asked.

"No, I was naïve enough to turn away any of the advances over the years. Why?" I asked.

"Just making sure that you are not a hypocrite. I know you love her and, as a lawyer, I can tell you that despite the video you have, you are gonna lose a bunch if this ends up in divorce," he explained.

Two beers later, it became clear that I wanted to make it work out, assuming that Anna wanted to as well.

"I sure as hell don't want her not to pay for this somehow," I said.

"Hear me out. What if you show her how it feels?" Dave said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

His mind started racing: "You hire an escort. You and Anna decide to do some BDMS type shit and she gets handcuffed. Then walks in the escort and you show her the video that you took and fuck the babe in front of her. Hell, have her sit on a vibrator that will make her cum while she watches her husband sleep with another woman."

I literally began visualizing the scenario. I pondered for a moment and told him that I thought I liked the idea. Dave bought me another beer and began to look online for some escort sites.

I needed a day to cool off so I did not tell Anna that I was stateside and spent the night at Dave's instead. We went to the gym together and my anger allowed me to lift more weights than ever despite still feeling the effects from the beers and jetlag.

I was struggling with my last rep of bench press, when Dave, who was spotting me, greeted a woman and nearly caused me to drop the weight on myself. When I sat up, I could see the reason why he got so distracted.

He introduced me to Jen, a slender, tall, young blonde that had every genetic reason to only wear a sports bra and tight Gymshark leggings.

"Jen is the admin we just hired at the office," Dave explained and we shook hands.

For the first time in a long time, I had no issue checking out another woman without a sense of guilt. I think she noticed my visual approval and she smiled in return.

"Are you going to Happy Hour after this?" Jen asked.

"Oh crap, I completely forgot about it. I can't tonight, sorry," Dave said, indirectly referring to my situation.

"Don't cancel because of me," I said.

"You can come too," Jen said excitedly.

We agreed that we would head back to Dave's place to get ready.

"She is gorgeous," I said once we got to the car.

"I am not sure if she is trying to earn a bonus from the VPs, but she has sex appeal written all over her. She wears the shortest skirts and highest heels to the office. But, she is super professional so I don't think any of the guys have tried to make a move," he explained.

We got to the bar and true to Dave's statement, there was Jen, wearing heels and a short skirt and blouse. Sitting on a bar stool disabled her choice to hide her sexy long legs. She reserved a seat to her right that I took and Dave sat across from her. We were joined by five more co-workers, most of which I knew already.

Two hours into the evening, the crowd size began to dwindle and Dave made sure to keep me liquored up. Jen turned out to be a light-weight and was visibly intoxicated.

After another thirty minutes, only Jen, Dave and I were left and out conversation switched to me.

"I see you are wearing a wedding ring, where is the wife?" she asked.

"At home," I quickly said.

"Oh, I see, Everything ok at home?" she asked and leaned forward, revealing more of her cleavage.

"Jen, what the hell kind of question is that?" Dave chimed in.

"It's ok Dave," I answered. Without hesitation, I added: "I just got home from a business trip today and found my wife fuck her personal trainer."

Dave was about to stop me, knowing it was the liquor that caused me to care less about divulging those details.

"I am so sorry. Did you beat up the guy?" she asked.

I told her the whole story and after she asked what I was going to do, Dave realized I was about to tell her about the plan with the escort.

"Dan!" he said, trying to stop me.

I didn't care and told Jen about our plan. She paused for a moment after I was done.

"That sounds hot," she said, and stroke my forearm. Dave rolled his eyes in response and suggested that we give her a ride home since she was in no condition to drive all the way to Tukwila.

"How much do you pay an escort to do something like this?" Jen asked when we were driving on the 405.

"Depends on how hot she is and what she is willing to do," I answered.

Dave changed the topic and minutes later, we got to her apartment. I got out of the car and opened the door for Jen. I helped her out of the car and got a clear view of her white thong when she stepped out. She knew I saw it and made sure to get close to me when she stood up.

Smelling her perfume, feeling her breath on my ear and being that close to this babe gave me a sexual rush. I walked her to the front door, which gave us enough time for her to grab my phone number.

Dave apologized for her immature behavior, but I told him not to worry about.

I was climbing into the guest bed when my cell phone lit up. It was a message from Jen.

"Call me pls!"

I called her and she picked up right away.

"Hey there," I said nervously.

"Hi there. I will do it, I will help out," she said.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"Let you fuck me in front of your wife," she said bluntly. The vulgar, confident tone, gave me an immediate erection. I didn't see a reason to turn down her offer, but had no idea how to respond.

"I saw the way you look at me, so I know that I meet the criteria. I can guarantee you that I could put on a show however you'd like," she said, sounding like a salesperson.

"Why?" I managed to ask.

"You are hot, I always wanted to try something with someone twice my age and, well, I could use the money," she said.

"I am not going to lie, that sounds very intriguing. How much did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Like you said, depends on what she is willing to do. I am not sure what that means, but I guess whatever pays the most," she explained.

She explained to me that she was without a job for a few months coming out of college with a bunch of debt. The new job was ok, but it barely paid enough to pay her bills as it was. I tentatively agreed and we decided to meet for lunch. I canceled the trip to Cabo and had the hardest time falling asleep. My mind was bouncing from the memory of seeing Anna earlier that day to envisioning seeing her watch me with Jen.

I decided not to tell Dave about the meet and told him I might be gone by the time he came back from work. Jen lived up to her reputation when she walked into the restaurant in her professional, but very revealing outfit. Her heels, pantyhose and pencil skirt were black, and her top was a navy blue cotton looking sweater that made her tits look larger than usual . Her curly blonde hair reached far past her shoulders and her face exuded confidence that could not be mistaken.

During the meal, we finally got into more specifics. She seemed nervous about saying anything about the price, but she could have mentioned any number, and I would have agreed to it.

"How do you picture it? Picture me?" she asked.

"Hmm. Expensive lingerie, heels, stockings, maybe a collar around your neck. You are on your knees, sucking my cock, only feet away from my wife. You beg to have my fuck you and stuff like that," I said, feeling myself get hard.

"That sounds hot. So, I did some research online. It seems like anal pays a lot. Would you want that too?" she asked.

"Uhm, never tried it. I guess. Have you done it?" I asked.

"No, but I have always wanted to. Here, look at this list," she said, showing me a profile of a Russian escort that had all of the categories checked off. "I looked up what all of those things mean and I would be willing to do all of them."

"She is listing her services for $1,800 for two hours. What were you thinking?" I asked.

"About that, but I guess we can negotiate if needed," she said shily.

"I have a better offer. I did some research too and it seems impossible to find an escort to have sex with you without protection. How about we both get tested and I pay, you, let's say, $4,000 to have sex with me without a condom?" I offered.

She nearly spit up her water. She tried to not sound too excited when she agreed.

We made arrangements to head to the clinic together after she was done with work and come up with more details then.

I was supposed to return Saturday afternoon and it was Wednesday. I figured I would have a hard time pretending everything was ok, so I decided to order some lingerie and BDMS supplies and have them shipped to our house. I would give Anna instructions to go to the spa that day, put on the lingerie I bought. I decided to get the identical lingerie for Jen and asked her if she wanted to go to the sex store near her apartment together.

After taking the tests, we took her car to Tukwila and spent a good hour at the sex store. We bought supplies to clean her ass, a plug and small dildo to loosen it. We also purchased some handcuffs, tassel whip, ball gags, large dildo, a magic wand vibrator and just as we were about to check out, I saw a BDMS set that was called a position master. It came with cuffs and an arched back forced posture kit, where a rope connected a neck collar and anal hook.

"Shit, that's hot," Jen said. The cashier suggested some over the counter dick enhancement pills that were supposed to keep me harder longer and last longer as well. I agreed and she wished us to have fun before we left.

Back in the car, Jen offered to stop by her apartment before she took me to Dave's. I quickly accepted the invitation. I strategically walked behind her as we climbed the stairs to her second floor apartment, watching the epic view of the twenty-two-year-old's nylon covered legs.

Her apartment was furnished very basic and when she opened the fridge to grab me a water bottle, I noticed that she barely had any groceries in stock.

"Now what?" I asked and put down the shopping bags.

Jen walked up to me, opened the water bottle and took a drink from it before handing it to me. As I began to take a drink, she got on her knees, and quickly unbuckled my pants.

"I figured I show you what I am capable of before you pay me," she said and tugged on my boxers. "Yes!" she said, once my semi-erect cock came free. She wasted no time and put as much of me inside her mouth. By the time she bopped her head a third time, I was hard as a rock. I started to comb her hair with my hand and tugged on her head a little bit to pull her in more.

"He's fucking big," she said after struggling to take me all the way inside her throat.

Oddly enough, I compared her to Anna in that moment. I am not sure if it was my wife's practice, on my cock or others, that made her a pro at deepthroating me fully.

Jen seemed determined though and ignored the drool that began to drip on her outfit. I did not take long for me to realize that I had not cummed in over ten days. I moaned and groaned, trying to find the right balance between pushing hard enough without taking it too far.

Each time I looked down and spurred her on with my comments of approval, she'd look up at me and essentially told me with her eyes that she'd do anything to please me.

She gave her jaw a break and stroked me feverishly while sucking on my balls. I replaced her hands with mine and pumped myself towards an impeding orgasm. I used my off-hand to push her farther down so her face was below the base of my cock.

"Cum on my face!" the young blonde begged, her left hand inside her pantyhose, stimulating her clit apparently.

I cried out, my frustrated body pushing out every drop of cum that had collected inside my aching balls. It was only my second facial in my lifetime, and it exceeded the first both in volume and degradability. When I finally looked at the mess I made, I saw the babe in shock, her eyes glued closed by my sperm, her lips completely covered in it, and if her shirt needed dry-cleaning, it would make for an awkward drop-off.

"Wow. I don't even, what am I supposed to do with all of this," she said through her cum-covered lips.

"First facial?" I asked.

"Hell no. But nothing like this," she responded.

"Well, on Saturday, I will pay you to eat every drop of it," I said. She got my hint and began to lick her lips. I was not sure if she cared about the texture or taste, but she obediently scooped whatever liquid was salvageable. Since she needed a shower, we decided for me to take an Uber.

We would come up with detailed plans as Saturday got closer. I had to pretend that I just woke up when I spoke to Anna and made it sound like I had to get going quickly. She seemed suspicious since we had not spoken in a couple of days. I told her I had something special planned Saturday and wait for instructions.

I ended up only texting her the rest of the week, including telling her to not open the Amazon package until the day I arrive. I declined her offer to pick me up and told her to make sure to be ready and have some fun. She seemed excited and with each passing hour, I was trying to imagine how I would feel when I first saw her.

When both Jen's and my STD tests came back clear, I knew the plan was on.

Jen was to wait in her car and pull up when I texted her. At that point, Anna would already be cuffed and blindfolded. I was extremely nervous when Dave dropped me off at my house. I grabbed my luggage and he wished me good luck. I did not tell him what I was planning that night.

I instructed my wife to put on the heels, stockings and corset and wait for me inside our bedroom before I got there. I swallowed a couple of the pills that I purchased at the sex store before I walked in.

The moment I walked in, I noticed the red rose pedals that were leading from the front door up the stairs. For one brief moment, I felt guilty for hiring Jen. I even grew hard as I walked up the stairs, genuinely looking forward to seeing my hot wife dressed up for me.

She did not disappoint. About two dozen candles were lit and she was literally playing with her hairless pussy, legs spread wide, when I walked in. She greeted me mid-breath as her moans filled the air.

I placed the bag of toys at the foot of the bed and my first contact I made with my wife was sticking my middle and ring finger inside her pussy.

"Fuck, you are not messing around. I missed you too," she said, trying to sit up to greet me with a kiss. I pushed her back on her back, however, and picked her up her 5'8" body, 130 pound body to throw her closer to the head of the bed.

"Dan!" she exclaimed, surprised by the rough toss. I grabbed the handcuffs and blindfold and told her to close her eyes. I climbed next to her and when her right hand tried to reach for my hard cock, I swatted it away. She smiled, seemingly liking the scene as it unfolded so far. I placed one cuff around her slender wrist, noticing that she just got her nails down in a fiery red, wrapped the chain around the metal post that was part of the headboard, and cuffed her other wrist.

I placed the blindfold on her closed eyes before grabbing my phone to text Jen. I also decided that I wanted to record this so I put the phone on the window sill behind her. I grabbed the magic wand vibrator and pressed it against her sex. She jumped up and immediately began to moan.

"Is that for me?" she asked with a grateful tone. I decided not to answer. I transferred the video I took of Anna onto my iPad so she could see the evidence on a larger screen. The humming of the vibrator was loud enough for Jen to walk in undetected by my wife.

I scanned her body, dressed identical to my wife, from head to toe. Even the red fingernails matched. Her pussy was freshly shaven and the 6-inch heels made her 5'9" body look astonishing. She placed a bag that she brought with her on the floor and quietly walked up to the right side of the bed.

Anna seemed to be getting close to an orgasm, so I quickly pulled the vibrator away and she complained, jokingly calling me a brat.

My hands were shaking when I climbed next to her. I pushed play on the twenty second video and the sound of my wife's moaning and the guy's body slamming against hers filled the room. Her smile quickly disappeared and by the time I removed the blindfold, her facial expression turned into a look of utter shock. She looked at the video, then at me, her eyes already watering up. She did not even realize that there was a woman standing on the other side.