You know how the saying goes, "revenge is a dish best served cold." To seek revenge, you must be patient, calculating, and wait for the just the right time to strike. How did you serve up YOUR cold dish of revenge? The Vengeance Demons of AdultConfessions.com want to know!

Fantasy Revenge

My oldest friend was always fucking guys I did. She enjoyed taking them from me. She is married to Joe who 9 years ago was fucking me, until she took him away. He is rich, and she doesn't have to work, has a gym rats body, and I want revenge. My husband and I have been struggling every month. I still pretend that it doesn't bother me, that she drives a maserati and I a used 10 year old chevy. She lives in a 24 room mansion and I in a 3 bedroom bungalow. In our talks I know her cycle, and I want to get her to my house, get her drunk to passing out and have my husband jack off then at the end push into her pussy and cum in her. I want him to do it when she is fertile. I want her to be pregnant. Her husband Joe, had a vasectomy and doesn't want children. I want her pregnant with no explanation. I know she is too religious to abort. I could have had the life, and she does. I'd love to ruin it all for her.

I won't, and I wouldn't want my husband to have a kid with that bitch, but I really want to. She's always passing out at my house and spending the night. I'd like her to wake up all three of us naked and have to ask what went on. I'd smear my pussy juice all over her mouth and face so she'd know she went down on me too.

It's my fantasy revenge, but it would serve her right.

  • Teasing Roommate Slut

    So a few years back i had a friend named sanch, we fooled around a couple times nothing big. she was moving out on her own and needed a roommate and she asked me and to help her out i said sure. we were both single and knew what to expect from each other... so i thought. she had turned from the girl i knew kinda growing up into this slut teasing and was proud of it i guess? there were often times that she would rub me with her hands while im doing the dishes or she would rub her ass on my cock while going into the fridge to "get something" whatever the reason she always did it until i was i hard as a rock and would then walk away. The one night i was standing on a chair changing a light bulb in the bathroom when she came in and pulled my pants down then resting her face on my cock and yes i obviously got a boner, she rubbed her cheek along my dick and said 'nice cock" and went back into her room. I thought to my self enough is enough so after that every time she did something like that to tease me i jerked off and jizzed into her bottle of face cleanser. As you could imagine it happend often 3 times a week so from that you could imagine the amount of cum in that bottle. the last time this happened i was working out in the living doing chest press and she had the nerv to walk out in a thing and sit on my chest and i finally exploded saying to her"what the fuck is the issue here"? all this teasing all the time what do you want? she honestly said " the guys i date aren't like you" i replied "yeah so what what? you cant just do this to me and expect me to be ok with it. she said your right then do something about it and i said i have. ive been cumming in your face cleanser bottle every time you tease me, she says seriously? yeah you have been rubbing my cum on your face for weeks now and all she said was thats fucking hot. Im like what? she tells me she didnt know how to approach the situation that she really liked me and wanted to get nasty so i said just tell me and she did. while on the bench press she moved her thong aside and asked if i wanted to eat her pussy which i gladly did which then turned into eat her ass fucking her silly and yes finishing it off with her on her knees taking a big load of cum on her face. we have moved apart since then but every so often while in between relationships we get together and fuck like pros... its pretty great

    Sharing Cum

    Birthdays, fathers day, mother's day, Christmas, New year and other special days too. But mostly our wedding anniversary, I share my mouth, pussy or asshole when its been full of cum, with my husband.
    I make sure he either shares a passionate kiss, or I demand he goes down on me to tongue my pussy and asshole.
    And the reason I have this obsession with him sharing my lovers spunk, is two days before we married (I've since found out) he fucked my older sister.
    If my father wasn't so ill I'd have broken their little secret already. Unfortunately my father dotes on both of his daughters, so I get my revenge on my husband with various men, who are more than ready to fuck me. One being my husband's best friend.
    My latest lover however is someone who my husband despises. It's our fifty two year old neighbor Rob.
    He's easily the best lover I've ever had sex with, and he's not the biggest in the cock department. It's how we react to each other sexually. Every time we fuck he makes me feel so sexually alive and never ever fails to make me orgasm time after time.
    My husband is not a patch on how Rob fucks me. So when my father does pass, I think my older sister and my husband can have each other for good. Because I'll be making Rob my permanent lover.

  • Got Back At The Apartment

    Almost 30 years ago I lived in a poorly-managed apartment, which was really lackadaisical about maintenance. I particularly remember that one light fixture required a very special kind of bulb, so I couldn't just put an ordinary bulb in from the store. When it burned out I asked for months for them to replace it but they never did. Many similar problems occurred throughout the year. When I moved out, they withheld my entire security deposit, listing things that weren't clean, like the two windowsills for which alone they itemized as $10, though it could only have taken 2 minutes to wipe them clean. And several things they just made up, claiming I didn't clean them when I did. I didn't leave it perfect, but this was outrageous; I sued them and got half the money back, which wasn't enough.

    I plotted. There was no lock on the building main door, and sometimes they left hallway storage or utility closets unlocked. So one day I went back (my new place was a few blocks away) and I used an electric screwdriver to take apart the lock on one of those closet doors, and took it to a locksmith in another city to get a key made for it. $10 and a few days later, I returned and put the lock back on. Then over the course of the next few months I came back on weekends or other safe times and tried the key on other doors. They occasionally stored odd bits of furniture or tools in various closets I could now access, and before long I made several trips to second-hand stores to sell these, soon recouping my lost utility deposit, and a bit extra for my time and trouble (and the locksmith's fee). They never found out, and I don't even know how much they noticed things missing. But I got back what they stole from me.

    I still have the key, and looking at it just now reminded me I should post this story. I doubt it fits any locks anymore, and I live far away now, so it's just a reminder of some revenge I got on some jerks who thought they could get away with screwing over a renter.

    I Wanted To Forget Her, But I Had A Chance For Revenge And Took It

    I was trusting and naive, having been homeschooled until high school. "M" was a classmate there who was the type to befriend you just to humiliate you. I didn't understand that. I was gullible enough to think she actually liked me. She'd introduce me to guys then all of a sudden they wanted nothing to do with me. She sabotaged my school projects, telling me I should do things one way when she knew our teachers wanted something different. A teacher told me I'd have won a major award if I'd only done the things she advised me not to. On an overnight field trip she replaced my shampoo with hair remover. Yeah, real funny and original. For her coup de grace, she made sure I spent prom night alone because she convinced a guy to invite me then stand me up at the very last minute. Yes, I know it was all as much my fault as hers. I st*pidly kept trying to get her to like me.

    I learned a lot in college about other people, but mostly about myself and my own potential. I enjoyed my freedom. Along the way I had relationships with men and a few women. Nobody special though. I hadn't seen M for nine years and hoped never to see her again when one day she yells and waves at me as I was walking down the street. She was all sweetness and light, so amazed at how we ended up in the same city. She was a housewife now, married to a somewhat older man, a pastor and they had two kids. She went on about how wonderful her church was, how it was perfect for a single, lonely woman like me. Condescending and superior as ever. Just then her husband, "B" the pastor comes up and she introduces us. B was a narcissistic grifter and a hypocrite. I knew as soon as I met him. I'd had enough experience with them by then. He was attracted to me too, even though he did his best to hide it from M.

    B called me less than a week after we met. We started seeing each other whenever we could. The sex was great. I knew it would be. Guys like that make bad husbands but good lovers. We used condoms except for a couple times. I wasn't on the pill. It gave me side effects, and I didn't date that often anyway. B's cock was all I needed for the time being, and the the chances of getting pregnant when you use condoms most of the time is low, so what's the worry, right?

    Yeah, wrong. I missed my period, and sure enough, my doctor confirmed I was pregnant.
    When my pregnancy started showing, B noticed before anybody because he could feel the tiny bump forming on my otherwise toned stomach when we made love. He was paranoid, thinking I was going to break up his family and ruin his ministry. I told him I wasn't interested in taking him away from M (I certainly didn't want a guy like him for a husband) but I intended to have the baby. Nobody need know he was the bio father. He could keep his wife and his precious church. I'd tell M I had an encounter with somebody one afternoon, and oopsie, I'm pregnant. I didn't need B's financial help either, so he didn't have to freak out about that.

    M knew I spent time at the beach on weekends, so I told her this whole story I concocted about succumbing to a beach bum who was passing through town. She was like, Tsk, Tsk, that's what you get honey when you live a sinful life. She begged me not to have an abortion. She said that God doesn't make mistakes, and turns sinful behavior into blessings. She was going to set me up with an adoption agency. I told M not to worry, I had no intention of getting an abortion but I was going to keep the baby.

    I had no family nearby, and M offered to be with me when the baby was born. I said yes and thanked her. That felt evil, I don't deny it, but it felt great too. I was in labor for hours. I wanted to give birth naturally, no cesarian. M acted as my coach, telling me when to push and announcing with excitement when the baby's head was crowning. I had a beautiful, healthy 8 pound girl. M loved holding her and I relished my secret.

    B came to the hospital to see me when M wasn't there. He was enthralled by my daughter, but seemed a little troubled. I guess even narcissistic preachers have some kind of conscience. He said this was the last time we'd see each other. I said fine, but I knew him well enough to know better.

    A month later he called and gave me hell for something I did. I sent a framed 8x10 photo of me and the baby to M as a thank you g*ft for coaching me through my delivery . He said she put it on a table in the living room and he had to look at it everyday. I calmed him down, and before long we were having trysts again. He's the weakest man. Virile, but weak.

    M still tries to get me to stop being a sinful slut and join her church. We go shopping together once in a while. She admires a ring I wear when I know I'm going to spend time with her. It has three tiny stones, a diamond, a topaz, and a sapphire. Those are the birthstones of my daughter, of B, and of myself. She'll never figure it out, but it makes me feel good. Let her be the clueless one now.

  • His Will

    A few months back I found out that my wife has been cheating on me. And the person who was fucking her, was my older brother.
    How I know, is he confessed to me after having a huge car accident.
    It left him knowing he wasn't going to make it, but he did something before he died.
    He made a very specific Will.
    Some parts of his Will have been settled since his funeral, however one part is relatively soon to be enacted.
    He's included film footage of them fucking (Which I've seen) and the instruction that I'm to receive all of his property and wealth. But not until any settled divorce with my wife.
    My wife will find out next week I'm filing for divorce and the reason why.
    She'll also find out I'm leaving her with everything I CURRENTLY own or have in the bank, including our shitty dog which I hate.
    The house we live in is rented (I was about to surprise her with a very large business deal early next year, which would have enabled US to buy a house). The car I 'own' is financed and my bank account is used by her, so she knows exactly how much she'll be receiving.
    After the divorce, which my solicitor has told me with the visual and written evidence I now have from my brother, will only take a couple of months.
    Then my wife can probably move back to the council estate I met her in. The same estate she was thinking of taking heroine when I met her.

    It's time to get my life back.

    Double Standards

    Two days after her father beat me up, his daughter and I had sex.
    She came round to apologise regarding her fathers behaviour and we ended up fucking.
    The reason my neighbour had beaten me up, is jealousy and a notion I'd been fucking his wife, which I hadn't, then.
    Basically he saw me having sex with an older woman who I know, when my parents were away on holiday. We were having sex on the patio and he caught us. When I pulled out he saw how well endowed I am and put two and two together, to get 'I'm fucking his wife too'.
    A few days later he accused me of shagging his mrs, who is very fit, and began hitting me.
    A couple of guys pulled him off of me, then his wife ran out to shout at him.
    I was a little battered and bruised, but mostly ok.
    Two days later his daughter was curious about my cock, as well as apologising, so I fucked her in our lounge.
    And I went on to fuck her for the next few weeks until she went back to uni.
    Then one very wet afternoon with both my parents at work, there was a knock at the door.
    It was our neighbours wife and she was soaked. Asking her in, she explained she'd not been round to apologise for two reasons. One her husband might think we Were having sex, and secondly she didn't want to get in the way of her daughter and me.
    When I went to say something, shocked that she knew, she told me her daughter and her discussed Everything together. As she said it, she took my hand and put it on her wet t shirt which was easily showing her tits.
    I could have gotten shy about it, but she's not the first married woman I've fucked. So I put my other hand under her skirt, still stood in our hallway and felt her pussy through her knickers.
    And believe me, she was up for it.
    We began kissing as she put her hands into my shorts and started to stroke my cock.
    The moment her cold hands wrapped around my dick, it began getting hard and my mind quickly flashed through to her husband beating me up.
    I could have stopped us, but instead over the next hour I fucked my neighbours wifes mouth pussy and especially her arsehole, over and over again.
    When she left to go back next door, she had three loads of my cum up her pussy and arse, plus a promise I'd have sex with her whenever we got chance.
    It's now been five months since I began having sex with my neighbour. She and I really enjoy the spontaneous dirty sex we have, aa there's no hangups about us having a relationship. And that goes as far as us calming our liaisons when her daughters home, as we still fuck when she's not in uni.
    They both know I'm fucking the other one, so again there's no pressure. As for the husband, father who beat me up, he's taken a promotion at his workplace which means he now works away from home a lot.
    Recently after having sex with his wife, I spoke to her about the possibility of having mother and daughter together. She didn't say yes, but then again she didn't say no either. What she did say is "M likes to have you to herself when she's home, but".
    She didn't finish her comment, but that's probably because I'd just thrust up her arsehole from behind as I spooned her.
    Her husband is away again next week and M is home at the beginning of the week. I think I might just see if they're up for Mother, daughter and next door neighbour sex.
    We'll see.

    Sex With Sister-in-Law

    My wife left me after she had an affair with another man. Before she left I told her that it was a mistake and that we would work through it but she was convinced that her life would be wonderful with the new man. We are now divorced.

    I was always faithful during our marriage despite some offers from her friends and her flirty sister. I though that I would see how far I could get with them starting with her best friend. Well, it was easier than I expected. One Friday night I met with her best friend, Jane, and we ended up screwing like rabbits. She was much more adventurous than my wife. A month later I arranged to meet her sister, Chrissie, and the same thing. I now had sex, and continue to do so, with two people that she knows. I'm tempted to try my ex mother-in-law whom I also get along well with.

    My ex is now no longer with her new man, it all went wrong. Sorry but no returns!

    Big Girls Rule

    I was a chubby butterball as a preteen. Puberty came with a rush, sending me into an emotional rollercoaster. I shot up to 5'7", solid is the word my Dad used, good chassis, a Timex girl, can take a beating and keep on ticking. Let's no go into my Dad's observations about child bearing and nursing, no 15 year old wants to be referred to as a made to order baby making machine.

    I got drafted onto the softball team and before I knew it I had a reputation for carpet munching. I never touched another girl. I started giving head to prove I wasn't a girl's girl. But a girl, from the 11th grade thought I would be worth a try. At an overnight birthday party she was there because she was a first cousin. She pushed me over the edge, and I went down without a fight. There's a reason why chubby girls go for other girls, because it feels so good.

    As a committed LGBT advocate, flaunting my very own chubby girl it caught me by surprise. He went for the gold ring, got on me in a Deliverance fuck squealing like a pig. Not because he asked or told me too, it's because I felt like it, it hurt but because it felt good. By the time I was out of college I was a practicing bisexual, preferring boys but not turning down girls. My Dad kept thinking I was wanting to get married.

    Why at 26 I got the urge I don't know. All I wanted for Christmas was a baby bump, I had to find a man for it. Al worked upstairs, not the best looking boy. He wasn't a push over, but I did push him over. My Dad got his wish, I became a baby making machine. As of now I'm living the All American Housewife. Chubby girls aren't afraid of cooking, changing diapers, ironing her husband's shirts. That's why up the street, down the street, my fellow housewives look like me. The more to love, that's the T Shirt we should have made.

  • Ex's Site

    So I found a fake profile of my ex on Instagram. It was an account linking to a pocketstars account for her. I asked her about it but she said it was justa fake but it had about 50 posts on it. What should I do?