Bad ideas with sister-in-law - Jenny's revenge
Part 1 Jenny is betrayed.
A message via WhatsApp
"Can I call you Peter?"
From Jenny
"Sure! Whats up?"
Pete replied.
Seconds later his phone buzzed, and he picked up to hear Jenny crying. Shocked he asked.
"Hey Jenny, what's going on?"
"He has been cheating on me, that fucking asshole."
Peter didn't need long to realise she was talking about her husband Mike, as they had often talked about his lack of interest in her. That was why Peter and Jenny became lovers some 6 months earlier.
Peter's wife had passed away in the meantime. Sadly, the cumulative effects of her accident had been too much for her and a month earlier she had a traumatic brain haemorrhage which she did not survive. Sadly? Pete was relieved as he could not contemplate what would have been left of her, after first the brain damage from her accident, and now this bleed. But he was also heartbroken at the loss of his soul mate.
"What?, How?, Who?" was all he could ask.
"Some fucking bimbo from his office," Jenny said between sobs. "My friend Amy spotted them this week, cuddling and kissing in a restaurant. Mike doesn't know Amy as I only recently became friends with her, but she recognised him from photos she had seen in our house."
"Amy took photos of them and even a short video clip. All plain to see that they were more than just colleagues or friends." She continued. "That asshole, I will get him back for this. After all the effort I went to, to try and save what was left of our marriage and the fucker does this. I will pay him back, and he won't know what hit him."
"Easy there, Jenny," Pete replied. "Revenge is a dish best served cold. You better be sure that this is really a thing with this office bimbo, as you call her."
"I know it for sure," Jenny replied. "I managed to get into his Gmail account and saw the mails between them. Believe me they left little to the imagination. I forwarded them to my own private e-mail, to make sure he doesn't delete them and deny everything."
"How long?" asked Pete.
"Months, maybe even a year. That asshole. He has been shacking up with that slut all the time and ignoring me. I am so angry Pete. What is interesting though is that she is married too. Guess we should be sending a copy of the video to her husband, who just happens to be a close friend of Mike's boss."
"Jeez, Jenny, remind me never to get on your wrong side." Pete whispered.
"Can I come over Pete?" Jenny asked. "Amy and I have made a plan, and I want to discuss it with you." She added.
"Oh-kay." Said Pete hesitantly.
"Can Amy come too? You'll like her." Jenny asked.
"Sure, why not?" Peter replied. "Tonight? After work?" he asked.
"See you then." Jenny replied and hung up.
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Part two - Jenny plans her revenge.
7pm, the doorbell jingled.
Pete opened it to see Jenny standing there with another woman who he assumed was Amy.
Before they could introduce themselves, Jenny fell into his arms and hugged him so tight he almost couldn't breathe. She had obviously been crying as her eyes looked puffy.
"Oh Pete, I am so glad to see you. I have been so angry all week after Amy spotted them. And so sad to realise that everything we had built is now worth fuck-all." She cried "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Pete this is Amy, my friend, Amy this is Pete."
Amy smiled. "Nice to meet you Pete, Jenny has told me all about you." She said with a smirk on her face.
"Not all, I hope," said Pete looking at Jenny.
"Every lurid detail, and some more." Replied Amy. It was Pete's turn to blush.
"Yes, well, come inside and I'll get us something to drink. Think we might need it." He said.
The two ladies shed their coats, Jenny hanging them on the coat rack, and walked into the dining room from the front hallway.
Pete took the opportunity to get a better look at Amy.
She was petite, certainly no taller than 5'4 and thin in proportion to her height. Her rounded butt gave her some nice curves. She had blond hair, cut in a loose bob, and blue eyes. Her high cheek bones and full lips, with bright red lipstick, and a strong jawline painted a very pretty picture indeed. Amy wore a simple, short sleeved, cotton, summer dress with a flower pattern, no stockings just sneaker socks inside a pair of Gucci Loafers at the end of her delicate legs.
Amy was quite a contrast to Jenny, who stood five inches taller with her flaming red hair and amber eyes, which were now inflamed by her anger.
Pete poured three glasses of RosΓ© Pinot, Jenny's favourite.
They sat at the dining table.