Chapter 1: The Betrayal Unveiled 🔥
The phone buzzed on the nightstand like a goddamn hornet, pulling me from the edge of sleep. Cindy’s screen lit up, casting a blue glow across her peaceful face—peaceful, my ass. I snatched it before she stirred, thumbing open the message from “Gym Buddy Clyde.” The words hit me like a gut punch: “Can’t wait to bury my cock deep in that tight pussy tonight, baby. Wear the red lace—I’ll rip it off.”
Fifteen years of marriage, and this? My blood boiled, but I didn’t smash the phone. No, I forwarded that shit to my cloud, heart pounding like a war drum. Cindy shifted in bed, her silk nightie riding up those thighs I’d worshipped for so long. Thighs that were about to spread for some meathead trainer. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the scent of her lavender lotion still clinging to the sheets, mixing with the faint musk of our last fuck. But now? It turned my stomach.
By morning, I was packing. Quietly. Suits in the closet? Gone. Bank apps open on my laptop, draining joint accounts into Bitcoin wallets she’d never touch. Her diamond earrings from our anniversary? Pawned for cash, tucked away. The house, my trust before we met, stayed mine. And that prenup? Ironclad bitch, leaving her with Walmart rags and twelve hundred bucks if she strayed. Which she had, or was about to.
She came downstairs, hair tousled, smelling of fresh coffee and that vanilla body wash. “Morning, babe,” she cooed, pecking my cheek. Her lips soft, tasting like mint toothpaste. I forced a smile, but inside, rage simmered. “You okay? You look tense.”
“Just work,” I lied, watching her pour cereal. The way her ass swayed in those yoga pants—pants she’d bought for “gym sessions” with Clyde. I wanted to grab her right there, bend her over the counter, fuck her senseless one last time. But no. Revenge tasted sweeter cold.
That night, she crawled into bed, hand sliding down my chest. “Missed you today,” she whispered, fingers brushing my cock through my boxers. It twitched, traitor that it was. Her breath hot on my neck, nails grazing skin. “Let’s fuck, honey. Hard.”
I pushed her away gently. “Not tonight.” Her eyes widened, confusion flickering like a shorted bulb.
“What? You always want me.” She pressed closer, tits against my arm, nipples hard peaks under the fabric.
“Not anymore.” The words hung heavy, her face crumpling. She started to cry, ugly sobs shaking the mattress. I turned away, the salt of her tears almost tangible in the air, but I slept deep, dreaming of her screams—not from pleasure, but regret.
The plan crystallized over coffee the next day. I’d crash their little date, divorce papers in hand. But first, I needed more. I hacked her email—changed passwords be damned—finding pics. Her in the gym mirror, ass out, Clyde’s hand on her hip. Filthy texts: “Your cock’s bigger than his. Fuck me like he can’t.”
Touching myself to it? Yeah, I did. Anger-fueled jerk, cum spilling hot and bitter as I imagined her betrayal. But this was just the start. She’d pay with her body, her pride, in ways she’d never forget.
Chapter 2: Setting the Trap
Downtown condo, twenty-fourth floor—mine, untouched. I moved in that afternoon, boxes stacking like accusations. The view stretched over the city, lights twinkling like distant sins. I called Clyde’s wife, Lisa, voice steady. “We need to talk. About our spouses.”
She met me at a dive bar, her curves poured into jeans, eyes sharp. “That bastard’s been texting her non-stop,” she spat, slamming her beer. Froth clung to her lip; I wiped it away without thinking, thumb lingering. Her skin warm, pulse jumping.
“Mine too. Restaurant tomorrow, noon. Room after.” I showed her the texts, her face hardening to stone.
“Fuckers. My brothers’ll handle Clyde.” She leaned in, breath whiskey-sweet. “You got plans for her?”
“More than divorce.” My cock stirred at the thought. Lisa’s hand brushed my thigh under the table, accidental? Bullshit. “Wanna help?”
She smirked. “Maybe. Been a while since I had fun.”
Back at the condo, alone, I stripped. Shower steam fogged the glass, water scalding my skin like her imagined touches. I soaped up, hand wrapping my shaft, stroking slow. Visions: Cindy on her knees for Clyde, mouth full. But then me, bursting in, making her watch as I fucked Lisa raw. Cum hit the tiles, echoing my grunts. Planning felt good—dirty, necessary.
Cindy called that night. “Where are you? House feels empty.” Her voice cracked, fear lacing it.
“Staying downtown. Work.” Lie tasted like ash.
“Come home. I need you.” Need. Ha. “Please, fuck me. I miss your cock inside me.”
“Find someone else.” I hung up, her gasp ringing in my ears. The bed was king-sized, sheets crisp and cool against my naked body. I jerked again, faster, to memories of our honeymoon—her pussy clenching around me, screams of ecstasy. Now twisted, fuel for fury.
Next morning, I prepped. Papers notarized, accounts frozen. Her car lease? Canceled. Jewelry sold, proceeds hidden. I even listed the house, staging it bare. By eleven, Lisa and her brothers waited in the shadows outside the restaurant. The air hummed with tension, garlic and grease wafting from the door.
They arrived, hand in hand. Cindy’s red dress hugged her like a second skin, heels clicking. Clyde’s arm around her waist, possessive. My stomach twisted, but my dick? Hard as steel. Betrayal’s sting mixed with dark arousal.
We waited fifteen minutes, then stormed in. The brothers grabbed Clyde, slamming him against the booth. “You cheating prick!” one roared, fist connecting with his jaw—crunch of bone, blood spraying metallic tang.
Cindy screamed, eyes locking on mine. “No! Baby, please—”
I slapped the papers down. “Sign ’em. Or lose everything.” Her hands shook, tears smearing mascara, black rivulets down porcelain cheeks.
“I didn’t fuck him! It was just flirting!” Lie. Her perfume choked me, floral and false.
“Flirting with his cock in your texts? Bullshit.” I leaned close, voice low. “You’re done. But first… you’re gonna watch.”
Her eyes widened. Clyde groaned, face swelling, brothers dragging him out. Lisa grabbed Cindy’s arm. “Upstairs. Now.”
The elevator ride was silent agony. Cindy’s sobs echoed off metal walls, her body trembling against mine. Touch electric, unwanted. Door opened to the suite—king bed, dim lights. I shoved her inside.
Subchapter: The First Taste of Revenge
Lisa locked the door, stripping her top. Tits full, nipples dark and erect. “Show her, honey.” She kissed me hard, tongue invading, tasting of beer and vengeance.
Cindy backed away. “What are you—stop!” But her eyes glued to us, breath hitching.
I yanked Lisa’s jeans down, ass round and firm. Pushed her onto the bed, face down. “Watch your wife get fucked,” I growled at Cindy. My cock sprang free, veined and throbbing. Lisa moaned as I thrust in, wet heat enveloping me. Slaps of skin, her cries filling the room—raw, animal.
“Oh fuck, yes! Harder!” Lisa bucked, pussy gripping like a vice. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with sex musk.
Cindy whimpered, sinking to the floor. “Please… I love you.”
“Love this,” I grunted, pounding deeper. Cum built, hot coil. I pulled out, spraying Lisa’s back—ropes of white, sticky and warm. She laughed, breathless.
Cindy crawled forward, tears streaming. “Let me… make it right.” Her hand reached for my softening cock, but I kicked it away.
“Not yet, slut. This is just beginning.”
Chapter 3: Descent into Depravity 💋
The suite reeked of cum and regret as we tied Cindy to the chair, wrists bound with her own red lace panties. Her dress hiked up, exposing shaved pussy, glistening despite the horror. “Why?” she sobbed, voice breaking like glass.
“Because you wanted his cock.” I circled her, finger tracing her jaw. Skin soft, trembling. Lisa lounged on the bed, legs spread, fingering herself lazily. Wet sounds, obscene.
“Untie me. I’ll do anything.” Cindy’s eyes pleaded, but her nipples poked through fabric, betraying her.
Lisa chuckled. “Anything? Suck him. Prove you’re sorry.”
I freed my cock again, semi-hard. Shoved it against her lips. “Open.” She did, hesitant, tongue flicking the tip—salty pre-cum. I grabbed her hair, forcing deeper. Gags, slurps echoing. Her mouth hot, velvet suction pulling me rigid.
“That’s it, whore. Taste what you almost lost.” Thrusts shallow at first, then brutal, hitting her throat. Tears mixed with drool, dripping down chin. Lisa watched, moaning, two fingers plunging her cunt.
“Fuck her face,” Lisa urged. I did, hips slamming. Cindy’s whimpers vibrated my shaft, pushing me over. I exploded, cum flooding her mouth—bitter, thick. She choked, swallowing some, rest spilling out.
“Good girl.” I pulled out, strings connecting us. She gasped, coughing. “Now, your turn to watch more.”
Lisa straddled me on the bed, reverse cowgirl facing Cindy. Her ass cheeks spread as she sank down, pussy devouring my cock. “Feel that? Bigger than Clyde’s?” Bounces rhythmic, tits jiggling. The slap-slap-slap, her juices coating my balls, scent heady—musky arousal.
Cindy squirmed in the chair. “Stop… it’s hurting me.”
“Your pussy’s dripping, liar.” I pointed; sure enough, thighs slick. Betrayal turned her on? Filthy.
Lisa came first, scream ripping out, walls clenching. I followed, filling her—hot spurts deep inside. We collapsed, panting, sweat cooling on skin.
Untying Cindy, I pushed her onto the bed. “Strip.” She did, slow, body I’d memorized now enemy territory. Tits heaving, pussy lips swollen.
“Fuck me. Please, make it ours again.” Her voice husky, hands cupping breasts.
“Ours? No. Mine to ruin.” I dove between her legs, tongue lashing clit. She bucked, moaning—taste tangy, forbidden fruit. Fingers inside, curling, G-spot hit. She squirted, gush soaking my face, screams deafening.
But I stopped. “Not enough.” Called room service—champagne, toys from my bag. Vibrator buzzed against her, relentless. She writhed, begging. “Cum for me, cheater.” Orgasm after orgasm, body convulsing, scent of her release filling the room.
Night blurred into excess. Lisa joined, scissoring with Cindy—wet grinds, moans intertwining. I fucked them both, alternating holes, asses up. Cindy’s tight ring clenched around me first time in years—burning stretch, her cries pain-pleasure mix.
“Deeper! Punish me!” she gasped, pushing back. I did, balls slapping, until I painted her insides white.
Dawn broke, bodies spent, sheets ruined. “This isn’t over,” I whispered, her head on my chest. She nodded, broken but sated.
Subchapter: Whispers of Submission
Post-fuck haze, we talked. Crude, honest. “I fantasized about him while you fucked me,” she admitted, finger tracing my cum trail on her thigh.
“And now?” Lisa asked, licking Cindy’s nipple—pink bud hardening.
“I want this. Us. Rough.”
I grinned. “Then earn it.” Made her crawl, ass high, spanking red welts blooming under my palm—stings, heat rising. She yelped, but pussy wept.
The brothers texted: Clyde in ICU, beaten pulp. Good. Our revenge sweeter, sweat-slicked.
Chapter 4: The Spiral of Ecstasy and Ruin
Weeks passed in a haze of divorce filings and forbidden trysts. Cindy moved to a shitty motel, but begged visits. “Need your cock,” texts pleaded. I went, each time harder, dirtier.
First visit: Door barely shut, she dropped to knees. “Use my mouth.” I did, face-fucking till jaw ached, cum down throat. Then bent her over sink, mirror reflecting her ecstasy-twisted face. Pounded pussy, fingers in ass—double stuffed, screams fogging glass. Taste of her sweat, salty on my lips.
“Harder, daddy! Ruin me!” she cried, walls fluttering. I came inside, pulling out to watch it drip—creamy evidence.
Lisa joined sometimes, threesomes turning foursomes with her friend, a redhead named Tara. Motel room steamy, bodies entangled. Tara’s tongue on Cindy’s clit while I railed Lisa doggy—moans symphony, air thick with pussy and cum.
“Eat her ass,” I ordered Cindy. She obeyed, rimming Tara, slurps wet. Tara shuddered, squirting on Cindy’s face—tart spray.
Nights blurred: Bondage, whips leaving red lines—stings like fire, her pleas music. “More! I deserve it!” Anal train, me then Lisa with strap-on, Cindy’s hole gaping, lubed and raw.
One evening, park bench after dark. Risky fuck—her skirt up, me thrusting under stars. Wind cool on exposed skin, distant traffic hum. She bit my shoulder, muffling cries as orgasm hit, pussy milking me dry.
Divorce loomed, but sex intensified. Counselor sessions? Skipped for quickies in bathroom stalls—her bent over sink, my cock slamming, echoes amplifying gasps.
“Fuck the past,” she moaned, legs wrapped tight. Touch electric, nails raking back.
But hatred lingered. I filmed it all—blackmail fuel. “Sign the papers, or this goes viral.” She did, trembling, but came harder knowing.
Clyde vanished, rumor mill saying he fled or worse. Lisa divorced clean, moved in with me temporarily. Her blowjobs legendary—deep throat, no gag, eyes watering.
“Taste her on me?” I’d ask, fresh from Cindy. She’d suck, humming approval.
Subchapter: Peaks of Depraved Pleasure
Club night: Underground spot, leather and chains. Cindy collared, leashed. I led her through crowd, hands groping—fingers pinching nipples, slaps on ass. She dripped, arousal scent cutting smoke.
Stage: Public fuck. Me on chair, her riding reverse—crowd cheering, flashes. Cock buried deep, her bounces frantic. “Cum for them!” I pinched clit; she shattered, juices splashing thighs.
Strangers joined—cocks in her mouth, hands everywhere. Gangbang blur: Filled every hole, cum baths sticky, tastes mingling—salty, bitter. Screams hoarse, body quaking in endless orgasms.
Back home, aftercare rough—ice on welts, soothing then teasing. “You’re mine to break,” I whispered, finger-fucking to another peak.
She nodded, eyes glazed. “Break me forever.”
Chapter 5: Ashes of Passion and Freedom
The hearing came fast. I sat stone-faced, lawyer droning. Cindy across, eyes red-rimmed, dress modest but memories filthy. Gavel fell—free. She approached after, voice small. “One last time?”
“No.” But I took her to the condo. Final fuck: Slow at first, bodies remembering. Missionary, deep eye contact—her gasps soft, pussy welcoming. Then rough, flipping to prone bone, ass rippling under thrusts.
“I love you,” she whimpered, clenching.
“Loved fucking you.” I pulled hair, arching her back. Pace brutal, bed creaking. She came screaming, nails digging—pain sharp, pleasure sharper.
I finished on her face—ropes across cheeks, lips. She licked, savoring. “Thank you.”
She left, door clicking shut. I showered, water washing away scents, tastes. Lisa waited, naked. “Ready for new?” Her kiss sweet, promising.
We fucked slow, exploratory—her on top, grinding lazy circles. Tits in my mouth, nipples hard candy. Cum inside, warm bond.
Months later, dating spree. Bar pickup: Blonde, eager. Alley quickie—her against wall, legs hooked, pussy tight and wet. Moans in my ear, breath hot. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
I did, pounding till she quivered, my release mixing with hers.
Another: Office fling, boss’s daughter. Desk spread, toys buzzing. Her screams muffled by panties, taste cotton and musk.
Life peaked—orgies, one-nights, no strings. Found Sarah eventually, wild in bed. First date: Hotel, blindfolds. Her mouth on me, teasing licks—tongue swirling head, balls sucked gentle. Then ride, hips hypnotic, pussy velvet fire.
“Marry me?” she panted post-orgasm.
“Maybe.” But I did. Kids came, but nights stayed hot—roleplay, her as “cheating wife,” me the vengeful husband. Fucks intense, echoing past.
Cindy? Vanished into obscurity. Cards stopped. I never cared. Revenge sated in cum and cries, freedom in endless pleasure. The end? Just another beginning, cock-hard and unapologetic.
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