Vengeance
By Alden Bradley
Copyright 2001


She and Mike had been married eight years. He had claimed it was the seven
year itch, just a year late. Her heart had sunk into the pit of her stomach
as he confessed the affair with the girl in the secretarial pool. All those
years she had devoted to their union, shunning the numerous advances and
passes in favor of the man she had chosen. And now, he was telling her that
he had strayed.

"It wasn't about love," he pleaded lamely. "It was just the sex."

Theirs had become routine. Twice or three times a week, it was the same old
thing. He needed more, he told her. Something different. Something special.
Something unique.

Over the course of three long weeks they had skirted the issue, then hit it
head on. They played bob and weave, ducked and collided. The issue at hand
was seldom far from the front.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Forgive you?"

"Yes. But I see that isn't going to come easy," he replied.

"Years," she said. "It will take years to rebuild what you have destroyed."

"Then what?" he pleaded. "What will put us back together?"

"I don't know," she said in her superiority. "I just don't know yet."


He bided his time with her, waiting for her to formulate an answer. "You're
angry," he offered.

"You're damned right," she flared. "I deserve to be angry."

"So you want some sort of vengeance," he tried.

"I want to make you pay for what you did to me...to us!" she raged.


She pondered for several weeks. She even talked to Stacy about it. After
all, they had been friends forever.

"I think you should," Stacy assured her. "Hell, it's not like your going to
fall in love. Just find yourself a stud. Think about it. Imagine him
pounding away at you. Wouldn't that feel great?"

She still wasn't convinced. "I guess so," she responded weakly.

"Hell, yes it would!" Stacy cried enthusiastically. "And you know it."


So she had set about finding her stud. That's how she thought of him. He'd
be just meat to be used and discarded after this one time.

She found him quite by accident.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. She was out running errands. At a
stop-light in a residential neighborhood he rolled up beside her window. He
was riding a ten-speed bike. Most guys looked like dorks in those biker
helmets, she though. He didn't.

He was tanned, with a strong jaw and dark eyes. He looked up at the light
as he eased his bike to the left. She rolled down her window.

"Keeps you in great shape," she said, softly.

He looked at her and smiled. "It's a lot of work, but, yes, it keeps me in
shape."

"Isn't it dangerous?" she asked.

"Can be. Depends on where you're riding."

She reached into the console and pulled out one of her business cards. She
handed it out the window.

"When you finish your ride, call me. The name's LeighAnn. I'd like to talk
to you some more."

He took the card from her fingers and looked into her eyes. She smiled and
pushed the button to close the window. His broad smile showed straight,
white teeth. The light changed. She turned right. He went left.


"I did it, Stacy," she blurted into the telephone.

"What, already?" Stacy sounded alarmed.

"No, no. I mean, I found him," she replied.

"Oh."

"He's a bike rider. He looks like a movie star. I gave him my card and told
him to call me."

"Really?" Stacy said cautiously. "Isn't that a little....dangerous?"

"It could be. That's why I want you to go with me."

"Go where?"

"To meet him. I'm going to ask him to meet me somewhere so we can talk. I
want you to go with me."

"Probably wise," Stacy said. "When?"

"Sometime tonight."


They met in a juice bar. When Stacy followed her to the table he looked
perplexed.

"More than I had hoped for," he quipped.

"This is Stacy," LeighAnn said. "She's an observer."

"Indeed?" he said. "Never a participant?"

"Depends on the game," Stacy said.

"What is the game?" he asked.

"My husband has been unfaithful. I'm getting my vengeance," LeighAnn said.

"And I am to be the weapon of your vengeance," he said with finality.

"If you want."

"You're a beautiful woman, LeighAnn. I'd be a fool to say no."

"I have no intention of this becoming a long-term relationship," LeighAnn
said.

"I understand."

"However," Stacy interjected, "I happen to be available."

"Are you really?" He smiled broadly.

"What you two do afterwards is none of my business," LeighAnn said. In
fact, she thought she'd like the idea of having him nearby afterwards.
Every time she looked at him, she'd have the satisfaction of knowing he'd
taken her in vengeance for what Mike had done.


They agreed on a Tuesday evening in two weeks. Mike would be out of town on
a business trip. Steve would come to the house at around seven. They would
have sex. Then he would leave.

"How many times?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'll tell you when we're finished," LeighAnn said.

"All right. I'll be prepared to spend the night."

"Fine. But when I say it's over, you leave."

"Agreed," he said. "What about Stacy?"

"What about her?"

"Will she be there?"

"I don't know? Why should she be?"

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable knowing she was there?"

"I'll have to think about it."

In the end, she did ask Stacy to be there. "You don't have to do anything.
Just be there for me if things get out of hand."

"Fine," Stacy said. "Whatever you need."

"You're a good friend, Stacy," she said.


He arrived on his bike. All he brought with him was a small backpack with
the essentials; toothbrush, razor, deodorant. She showed him the way to the
shower and handed him two large, fluffy towels. He smiled and said, "Thank
you."

She met Stacy in the kitchen and poured them each a drink.

"You making one for him?" Stacy asked.

"I don't think he drinks," LeighAnn replied softly.

"How do you feel?" her friend wanted to know.

"I don't know, exactly. I've got butterflies. And, I'm a little pissed off,
mostly at Mike for putting me in this position. I guess I could back out if
I wanted to. But, that wouldn't give me my vengeance."

She paused, sipping her drink.

"I'm usually pretty loud," she murmured apologetically. "I'm sorry if it
disturbs you."

"I'll do my best not to listen," Stacy said. They smiled at each other.
Both of them knew she'd be hanging on every moan, whimper, squeal and
shout.

"But, if I call for you, you'll come running, won't you?" LeighAnn asked.

"Scouts honor," Stacy answered.

They stood at the bottom of the stairs. LeighAnn looked at Stacy and smiled
wanly.

"Look," Stacy said, "go up there and have the time of your life. You
getting laid, that's all. And, the best thing about it is you've got Mike's
permission. Guilt free sex, hon. Enjoy it. Have a ball!"

"I've been wet ever since he walked in. My body says to go for it,"
LeighAnn said.

"Then let go and have fun," Stacy urged. "It's probably your one and only
chance."

LeighAnn impulsively kissed her on the cheek. "You're right. I'm off to get
laid by a terrific looking stud. I am going to have fun," she concluded
definitively, then stepped purposefully up the stairs.

Stacy admired her as she climbed. Her tight, white middy tube set off her
tanned midriff. Her white short-shorts clung to her, showing off her long,
shapely legs. Stacy curled in a corner of the long, softly-cushioned sofa,
she picked up a magazine and idly flicked through it, imagining the scene
in her friend's bedroom.

He was toweling his hair when she walked into the bedroom and kicked off
her slip-ons. Soon, she thought, she'd be as naked as he was, under the
weight of his body. And that body was fine, she thought, looking him over
appreciatively. She hadn't done that since high school.

She shocked herself with her own frankness. "All those hours of bike-riding
have paid off," she told him. "Your body looks great."

"Thanks," he said. "You have any preferences on how we do this?" he asked.

"Yes," she responded. She slipped her top over her head exposing her
breasts. "Start here," she told him holding up her left breast.

She sucked in a sharp breath when his lips locked around her nipple. She
could feel his teeth and tongue teasing it, sending spasms like little
electric shocks through her. Her hands cupped the back of his neck. His
arms wrapped around her waist pulling her to him. She moaned softly as the
warmth of those shocks arrived down there. She could feel the flow of her
secretions beginning again.

While he sucked, nibbled and teased her nipples, shifting from the left to
the right, then back again, her hands found the button to her shorts. She
deftly released them and let them slide down her thighs.

She pulled away from him gently.

"Let's turn back the bed," she said, somewhat breathlessly, noting his
state of arousal. "I don't want to get come stains on the comforter."

"How far?" he asked, going to the opposite side of the bed from her.

"All the way. We're not going to need them," she answered.

They stripped the comforter and sheet from the bed, leaving them in a
rolled up pile near the foot. She walked back to him and cupped her hand
under his erection.

"You want me to use a condom?" he asked.

"Not unless you think we need to," she said. "Do we?"

"Clean bill of health here," he answered. "You?"

"The same.

"Missionary style for the first time," she instructed. "I want to be able
to tell the son-of-a-bitch I'm married to I spread my legs for you
voluntarily."

"Whatever you say," he replied.

She lay on the bed and motioned for him to join her. He crawled up from the
bottom to where her knees were cocked upright and together. He gently
kissed each of her knees and she spread them for him. When he began to kiss
her thighs she took his chin in her hand and lifted it.

"Not this time," she said. "I just want you to fuck me."

He smiled and eased his way up her body, positioning himself. She took hold
of his manhood and guided him toward her, sliding it up and down her wet
slit. She placed it at her opening and murmured, "There." He slid slowly
inside her, his eyes focused intently on her face.

Downstairs, Stacy could hear nothing but the gentle ticking of the mantel
clock. She had put aside her magazine and was admiring the decor of her
friend's home. The narrow recessed shelves on either side of the fireplace
was a nice touch. A few books on several shelves. Another held a small
china planter with a small dangling plant of some kind. Stacy's knowledge
of household plants was sadly truncated, she admitted. One of the shelves
held a small photograph taken at Mike and LeighAnn's wedding. Mike was
beaming. LeighAnn was fully gorgeous in her wedding dress. Stacy thought it
was the sexiest wedding dress she'd ever seen. There was an oval cut-out in
the bodice which allowed LeighAnn's cleavage to show through.

They had plenty to drink at the reception and danced until they were
virtually exhausted. Stacy smiled as she remembered taking the young
groomsman into her bed that night. She was convinced now that he had been a
virgin. Their first joining had been awkward and rushed. He spent himself
after too few strokes within her. But, then, as the night went on, she had
showed him the joys of oral sex, given and received. As dawn broke the
following day, she remembered, they had joined in a glorious moment of
shared ecstasy. Then he had left to go back to Indiana or Iowa, or wherever
the fuck he was from and she'd never heard from him again. But, oh, that
wonderful moment! That was hers to keep forever.

She became aware of a sound, something almost feral coming down the stairs.
She looked to see if one of the family pets had gone rabid when she
realized the sound was of her friend in the throes of her passion. She
cocked her head a bit to listen.

The sound was guttural, really. It was slightly wrapped around an "oh," but
quavered as it tumbled down the stairs.

Stacy lifted herself off the sofa and went to the first landing, three
steps off the floor. She could hear better there. LeighAnn's moan increased
in volume and length. Stacy imagined the picture in the bedroom; LeighAnn
under Steve's weight, feeling him thrust into her. In her mind she watched
as his member thrust in and out of her, glistening with her lubricant.
Stacy felt herself moistening. She licked her lips, unconsciously; her
breathing had made them dry. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the
sound, a vague slapping almost overwhelmed by her friend's cries of
passion. Then came the first words she could make out.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard. Make me come again! Oh, fuck, yes!" LeighAnn
yelled.

Stacy's privates were no longer moist. They were wet, now. She unbuttoned
her jean shorts and pulled the zipper down. She slid her hand along her
flat belly, digging her fingers into her folds, seeking the hard nub of her
clitoris. Her mouth was open and her breathing ragged as she fondled the
sensitive button. She heard LeighAnn cry out again.

"Yes! That's it! I'm coming! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhh! Fill my cunt with
come! Do it now!" LeighAnn wailed.

Stacy heard him growl with his exertion and then an elongated groan and he
shot his load inside her friend. She humped her hips upward and slid two of
her slender fingers in her hole. Damn, she thought, I'd like to get some of
that hot, hard cock inside me right now. With her thumb she tweaked her
clit while her fingers drove in and out of her hold. She could feel the
climax building inside her like and ocean wave. She pressed harder and
faster urging herself to her passion ridge.

It took all her self-control not to cry out with the release. Instead, she
merely exhaled, loud enough to give her concern, but certainly softer than
her normal vocal explosion at release. She slowed her rhythm to a
comfortable titillation and tried to catch her breath. When she opened her
eyes her gut flipped over inside her.

Standing on the upper landing, LeighAnn and Steve were naked and looking
down at her.

"Oh, shit!" Stacy said, withdrew her hand and hastily zipped and buttoned
her shorts.

LeighAnn smiled. Steve was grinning from ear to ear, his strong white teeth
almost gleaming.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Stacy stammered. "It was the noise," she tried to
explain.

"I told you I might get loud," LeighAnn said.

"Yes," Stacy murmured. "I'm sorry."

"I think it's a turn on," Steve said.

"Go get cleaned up," LeighAnn ordered.

"Oh," Steve said, his smile fading. "Are we finished?"

"Not by a long shot," LeighAnn answered. "You go get cleaned up. I need to
talk to Stacy."

Steve's smile returned and he waved lightly to Stacy as he left for the
bathroom.

"I've got his come running down my legs," LeighAnn observed as she stepped
down the stairs. "Let's go into the kitchen. I'll use paper towels."

Stacy led the way into the kitchen and sat somewhat dejectedly at the
breakfast bar. "I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"Don't be," LeighAnn directed as she swabbed the inside of her thighs with
damp paper towels. "It doesn't make a shit to me."

"I had no idea it would be such a turn on," Stacy explained.

"Really? Huh. Me, either," LeighAnn said.

"You want me to go?" Stacy asked.

"Nah. You might as well hang around. Maybe we'll see if hearing somebody
get fucked is a turn on for me, too."

"You mean...."

"Yeah, sure. Why not? No reason you shouldn't get laid, too, as long as
he's here," LeighAnn said. "If you want to..."

"But this is supposed to be your..."

"I know, I know," LeighAnn waved her objection away. "And I am going to
fuck him again, in just a few more minutes. You might as well come along."

"Well, it is something to think about," Stacy mused. "Is he good?"

"Damned good," LeighAnn assured her. "The best I've had in years. You'll
like him."

There was a long silence. Finally Stacy said, "I'm glad you're not pissed
off."

LeighAnn slid off her stool. "Come on then. I'm off to play his whore.
Quite frankly, I'm enjoying the shit out of this." LeighAnn turned and
walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Stacy followed.

They found Steve lounging on the stripped-down bed. LeighAnn walked into
the room and beckoned him to come to her. Steve rolled off the bed and
ambled toward her. When he was about an arms-length away from her she put
her hand on his chest and stopped him. She dropped to her knees and took
his flaccid member in her hands. She began by licking the tip, then
swirling her tongue around the head. She pulled back, seemed to change her
mind, kissed the tip gently, then pulled back again. She looked up at him.

Stacy hitched a shoulder against the doorframe and watched. LeighAnn looked
over to her. "Are you going to join this party or just be a spectator?" she
asked.

"I'm just going to watch for a while," Stacy answered, admiring Steve's
physique.

"Then run and get the videocam," LeighAnn ordered. "Let's get some evidence
to show Mike I'm not over the hill."

"Now wait a minute," Steve protested. "I don't want some maniac husband
chasing me down and killing me for...."

"Relax," LeighAnn directed. "We're not going to show your face or anything.
Just the vital parts."

"Oh," Steve relented. "I guess that's okay."

Stacy returned with the videocam.

"You've used it before," LeighAnn reminded her. "Just remember to keep his
face out of the frame, okay?"

"Okay," Stacy said, twisting the camera around in her hand, checking for
the various buttons. "I put a new tape in, okay?"

"Good," LeighAnn answered. "Let's start rolling."

She kissed the tip of Steve's cock and licked around the head again. She
hummed lightly as she inserted the head between her lips. She slid it out
of her mouth and looked up. She sucked his length into her mouth so that it
bounced against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but continued
to push him down her throat, consciously relaxing her muscles. Steve
groaned with pleasure at the sensation.

"If you don't stop," he told LeighAnn in a softly strained voice, "I'm
going to come in your mouth." LeighAnn stopped.

She eyed him crookedly from her kneeling position. She licked at him gently
a couple of times.

"Get a close-up," she told Stacy. "Then it will be my turn," she said,
stuffing his manhood back into her mouth.

Steve put his hand on top of her head. His hips thrust forward as he
started to fuck her mouth.

"Just remember," he groaned, "I warned you."

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, increasing the speed of her thrusts against him.

She cupped her hand under his scrotum and massaged his massive testes. Her
finger probed behind them for the stretch of skin between his sack and anus
and lightly scratched him. Steve's thrusts increased to meet her own. She
urged him on to his climax with her lips and fingers until he thrust
hugely. She tightened her grip on him with her tongue, pressing his
hardness against the roof of her mouth. Then she sucked mightily as his
semen exploded from him.

LeighAnn backed away from him so Stacy could get a close up of the spurt of
his come shooting into her mouth. This accomplished, she shoved him between
her lips and started sucking.

LeighAnn sucked and swallowed, then sucked and swallowed again. His member
swelled and spurted several times. As his contractions subsided she stopped
swallowing, holding a fair content of his essence in her mouth.

She released him, then opened her lips, a small dribble of his come
dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She swiped a finger at the errant
stream and tucked it between her lips. She tongued it for the taste, then
swallowed.

"Good," she said, then standing in front of him asked, "Good?"

"Excellent," he replied. "But it will take a few minutes for me to
recover."

"That's fine," she told him. "You can return the favor while we wait."

She climbed onto the bed and beckoned for him to join her.


When Mike watched the video on Friday night he saw LeighAnn kneeling on the
bed facing the wall. Her hands grasped the top brass rail of the headboard,
as far apart as the would reach. Beneath her, Steve lay on his back, his
tongue buried in her sopping wet pussy. LeighAnn was humping his face,
making his nose stimulate her clit while his tongue slid in and out of her
hole like a tiny, very active prick.

LeighAnn raised herself up. "One more, just like that, okay?" she said,
somewhat breathlessly. He nodded enthusiastically and rumbled an assent.
She had already had three little orgasms and two strong ones.

"Just one more," she sighed, "then I'll fuck you again." She lowered her
body down until she felt the contact.

His tongue slid the length of her slit, circling the nub of her clit.
LeighAnn hummed approval. She flicked her hips forward and back, then side
to side, savoring the feel of his slick tongue exploring her. As the rush
began to rise in her, she lowered herself further until she had his tongue
lodged inside her. Then she began to ruthlessly hump on him, grunting with
the exertion. She felt the crest of the next wave building and matched its
volume with a low moan. As the wave grew, her volume and pitch increased.
When it crested, she broke into a cry, and actual sob which filled the
room.

LeighAnn lifted herself off Steve's face and slid down his chest. He kissed
her flat belly as it slid by, briefly tonguing her navel.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes, fine," she said shortly. "It was just so intense."

"I'm glad you liked it," he said, as she continued to slide down his body.

She released her grip on the brass railing and pressed on his shoulders.
She continued to slide down his body until she contacted his turgid member.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked, reaching behind her to put his tool at
the entrance to her vagina."

"I believe so," he smiled.

Stacy moved the camera behind LeighAnn. She shot the view of his cock
sliding toward, then into LeighAnn's pink inner labia.

LeighAnn wordlessly impaled herself on him, sliding her body down on him
until she had him fully inside her.

"Now that," she said, "scratches the itch you can't reach."

"I'm curious," Steve said gently, as she slowly slid him halfway out of her
and then licked his face, tasting herself on him.

"About what?" she asked, sucking his lips into her mouth and pressing her
tongue between them, then sliding him fully back inside her.

"Why this? Why me?" he said when she released his mouth.

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and close her eyes, giving him
another slow pump with her body.

"He cheated on me. This is my vengeance. I'm to enjoy you completely
without any guilt. Do you like it so far?" she queried, looking into his
eyes.

"Extraordinary," he grinned. "Why me?"

"Because you," she said, pausing to caress his tool, tightening her muscles
around him, "are gorgeous. And nice."

"But mostly gorgeous, huh?"

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, sliding him partially out of her, then sinking back
down on his member. "And you feel great inside me."

"So this is a one night stand?" he asked.

She stopped, looked into his face and smiled. "Maybe." Once again she slid
herself almost off him, then back down on his length. "Maybe not. Would you
be disappointed if it was only a one night stand?"

"Very much so," he replied, lifting his hips to press into her.

"Does that mean I'm a good fuck?" she asked.

"It means you're a marvelous fuck," he answered.


Mike looked at his wife sitting demurely on the sofa across the room from
him.

"I'm....I'm speechless," he stammered.

LeighAnn looked at him indifferently, then back at the now blank television
screen. The mantel clock ticked loudly in the silence.

"So, you want to watch it again?" she asked him very quietly.

He stood up and covered the eight feet separating them quickly. He held his
hands out to her, palms upward. She lay her hands in his and allowed him to
pull her to her feet.

"Yes," he said. "But this time I want to hold you as we watch it.
Together."

She melted into his arms and tilted her head up to be kissed. He took the
cue, and their kiss was deep, passionate, intimate. When they released each
other she looked into his eyes.

"Good," she said. "There's just enough time."

"Time?" he asked. "Time for what?"

"Time enough to watch it once more before he and Stacy arrive. This time, I
want you to be a part of it. And, so does Stacy."

"Stacy? What's Stacy got to do with it?" he asked, bewildered.

"When I was through with him, she took him home. They disappeared for
nearly two days. They were fucking like bunnies. They're an item, now.

"She said I could borrow her man if she could borrow mine. You think you
can deal with that?" she said, her eyes twinkling brightly. "It seems only
fair."

"It will be interesting to see if I can bear the strain," he said, smiling.
"Now, let's rewind that tape and watch my sexy wife in action."


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