I thought I had a pretty good life. I graduated from a great University. Found a great job that paid well. Plus I had a beautiful wife.
Work took a lot of my time but I had career goals. I was in the process of exceeding those goals when my life was rip to threads. I worked hard to provide a good life for my wife, however that meant most nights I was home late. If I put in a few hard years I would get the promotions I wanted. I would be able to cut back and live in comfort in the new big house, luxury cars and a country club life. My life was all planned out.
One day I took off early from work. I was told I was getting the big promotion I had worked so hard for. I wanted to surprise my wife, Leslie with the news. I was going to have more free time and make a lot more money. I had planned a special day for Leslie when the good news came. I had also been secretly saving money for a down payment for a house. I had some big deals come through at work and receive huge bonuses. I put the money away in a secret bank account. I was going surprise her by house hunting and then with the extra funds a trip.
I pulled onto my street to see my best friends truck just down from my house. We were the only people he knew in the neighborhood so I thought it was really weird. He had to be at my house but why? He would have called.
My mind raced for reasons until I came upon the reason that made my blood boil. Could I be that big of a fool that my best friend, Mike could be sleeping with my wife. There was no other logical reason he would be at my house without telling me.
I parked down from my house and thought for a few minutes. I could still be wrong. I started to look back at my relationships with both of them recently. Both seemed more distant but that could be my work schedule.
I had to find out for myself. I crept up to my house. Silently I went inside. Downstairs was quiet. No signs of anyone. I climbed the stairs and at the top I heard the sound, the sound that changed my life. A sound I had heard many times from my wife. The distinct moaning sounds she made while getting fucked.
I froze not knowing what to do next. Do I rush in and stop them or just leave? I chose neither. I tiptoed to the door that was cracked open to see my wife's beautiful body bouncing on my best friend. Anger surged and I as thoughts of finding a baseball bat flooded my mind. I controlled myself.
I stood and watched everything. If it weren't the two people I was closest to, the scene would have been hot, however there was no pleasure in any of it. Anger boiled. I wasn't going to stop them at that point. I was going to get revenge.
First off I didn't know what she saw in him. I was better looking and a better body. When she came off his cock I could tell I had him beat in that department by a couple inches.
Then to my surprise Leslie sucked his dick after fucking and let him cum in her mouth. She maybe did that twice in our five years of marriage. She was a different person and that made me more pissed. Why had I not gotten that treatment?
That was my queue to leave. I took some pictures and left. My rage was maxed out. The two of them were going to pay. Revenge was going to feel so good.
I drove back to my office and started planning. I formulated a plan on how to get everything I wanted and leave my wife with as little as possible. The problem was I could not do it all in one night. It was going to take weeks, or maybe months. I had to pretend to know nothing. It was going to be hard but in the long run the revenge would be worth it.
My friend was married but telling his wife was not an option. I couldn't take the chance of her ruining my plans. Telling her would have to come at the end.
Days went by and everything appeared to be normal, at least for my wife. She was none the wiser to my new knowledge. All my free time was spent on my plans.
The first thing I did was contact a lawyer. He directed me on ways to protect myself from her, mostly financially. Luckily we didn't have children so that made the whole process easier.
I worked in finance. My first item was getting the money. I needed to create accounts that were safe from Leslie. Luckily she had no idea about the money I had been saving or the retirement accounts I had set up. Equally as important they were only registered in my name. She had no access.
To be safe though I opened up a few offshore accounts and transferred all the funds into those accounts. There was no way she would ever know about the money.
Once my money was secure I took other steps, like taking my information off all of our joint credit cards. I started using the cash in our joint checking account for all of my purchases. That was going to be the only money she would have access to.
We were renting a house. I gave my landlord a thirty-day notice. I timed it with the day I wanted everything to go down. The lease would be up the day my wife got back from a work trip. Hell, I had to question if it really was a work trip.
Another huge change was my name. Anonymity after the revenge was essential. I couldn't have anyone trying to return the revenge on me. I wanted to be untraceable to everybody. Unfortunately my job was going to be a casualty. I couldn't stay at the same job if I wanted to be anonymous.
I had to move to a new city and find a few job. Luckily I had the means to take my time with all the savings I had stored offshore. I figured a good city to go to would be where my little sister, Ann lived. We were not close growing up but once adults are relationship became very strong. I told her everything and she would be the perfect person to have around when my plan came to a close. Plus she would never spill any secrets to the two pricks I used to call best friend and wife. I held off on telling my sister or any family till after as well.
I had a few weeks before my plan went into action but I had to talk to my boss. I went into his office to give him my three-week notice. He was shocked when I told him I had to leave especially after my promotion. I had a great relationship with him and ended up telling him everything. After telling my boss my situation he understood all to well. His first wife cheated on him so he knew where I was coming from.
Fortunately for me, my boss wanted to help. The company was looking to expand and open a new office. The city I was moving to was the perfect opportunity. He then offered me the job of opening the office and being the manager. I would be reporting directly to him.
I couldn't believe my luck. After all the pain and heartache I had from Leslie and thinking I had to leave a job I loved, something worked out for the better. It was an even bigger promotion. I of course said yes. I would have a few weeks off and then a month to find an office, get staff.
After learning I had a permanent job in my new city I went apartment shopping. I found a nice big apartment in the same high-rise building my sister lived. My apartment was one of the penthouses on the top floors. My sister had a small one bedroom towards the bottom.
Time at home was hard. It was difficult to act normal. The words spoken between my wife and I became fewer. I didn't care what she was thinking; I just had to make it through the remaining days.
I lasted. It was the night before Leslie left for her trip. She knew something was different in me. We had not had sex once since I saw her fucking my best friend. Before that, even with my busy schedule we would do it a few times a week.
Maybe she wasn't getting enough from Mike. As I was sitting on the couch watching TV, Leslie came downstairs from packing in just her bra and panties.
"I'm leaving in the morning and we have both been so busy I thought we could spend some time together." Leslie said.
Leslie unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground. If only she was faithful I would have been lucky. Leslie was very beautiful. She was about 5'7" and fit. Her body was toned and skinny. Her chest was not big but fit her fit frame, maybe C's. She had dark brown hair and olive skin.
Leslie looked super sexy but I didn't know how I would actually make love to her. I hated her. She was a slut and I couldn't make love to her.
Then the thought popped into my head. She wanted me but if she was going to get me. I was going to treat her like the slut that she is. She was going to be flesh used for my pleasure and nothing more. I was never aggressive or dominate in our relationship but at this point I couldn't careless.
"Come over here and blow me." I said. I had never been that direct, "Now!"
Leslie was shocked by my boldness.
I stood in the center of the room. Then said, "On your knee's and undo my pants."
