Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 3
Call me Miss Revenge: Part 3
The next day my husband comes up to me and asks about the weird finger print marks on the couch. In my head I'm thinking, I cleaned everything up the night before.
I said to him, "what weird finger marks? Show me". I made sure to act totally weirded out. He shows me and I quickly respond. "Uh, brothers, trust them to put their dirty hands on the furniture". I told my husband it must have been them after they were over in the pool.
Now I could tell he wasn't buying it, but what did he have to go on. So he responds with, okay that makes sense.
Inside, I was livid, but kept a calm smiling exterior.
Little by little, I start to plot more and more. I even suggest that he carpools with the (mistress) woman that he works with. So I can do "longer shifts" at work and not have to worry about transport. They both must have thought that I was so naive. Little did they know they were playing right into my hand.
When she would come by and pick up my cheating husband, I'd go upstairs and watch from the bedroom window. They'd hold hands as she would drive away. I laughed.
Little did my husband know that I would have Enzo on his way already. I would take days off work and use my annual leave so as not to raise any suspicion.
Enzo would fuck me on my husbands computer gaming desk, on his gaming chair, on the kitchen bench, on the table, on the hood of my car, on the bathroom bench, in the shower, in his car, in my car, in the middle of random public places. We were wild.
One particular evening while my husband was at work. Enzo comes over and parks his car in my garages as usual. And we decided to go for a quick walk to the letter box that was a good few metres away (I lived in a townhouse). When we get back, the electricity had lost power. Now back then I would always keep the key in the front door, as it was a dodgy door. Silly I know. So! We jump the back fence, and get inside. Pull the rope to manually open the garage and get Enzos car out.
We decided to drive to the middle of no where to be amongst nature. Our adrenaline was pumping with what had transpired (the whole idea of being caught), and sure enough our clothes are off. I'm riding him hard in his car, and he ends up opening his car door, picking me up, slaming me down on my back, and thrusting into me on the hood of his car. I remember looking up and seeing the trees swaying, hearing the birds chirping, and then the rain hitting our bodies. We didn't care, he pulled me off the hood of the car, and bent me over, and began power fucking me. I came instantly, and he begins to cum. As he's finishing he's kissing my back and my neck.
We drive back to my place, it's midnight by this time. The time I have to leave to pick up my husband. Enzo kisses me goodbye. He holds my face and says, "you should just leave him". I reply with "not yet, I have a plan".
There will be a part 4.
