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Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 7 The Finale

A few days pass, I don't contact my husband and he doesn't contact me. I throw myself into my job and start doing double shifts. I'm having Enzo stay over some nights too.

Out of no where I get a message from my husband, "hi how are you?". I see the message but I don't reply, I'm about to take a patient out for a smoke. 15 minutes later my phone goes off again, "fine, fuck you then". I ignore the messages all together, finish up my shift and go home.

The next day I decided I'm going to confront my husband and tell him that I know everything. I drove over, yes I drove a few metres to the mistresses house. I parked outside of their unit and walked up to the door and knocked. No answer, I knocked again. Still no answer but I could hear running from upstairs. A few minutes pass and finally the door opens. It's her, the mistress. She smiles at me and says hello. This isn't a genuine smile either, it's a "oh fuck" smile. I cock my head to the left, smile, and ask her sarcastically if my husband was awake. She says she's going to go and check and starts to close the door. I kicked the door open and sent her flying to the point of her back slamming against the wall. I walked up the stairs to the rooms and walk straight into where he was staying.

I open the door, he looks like shit. He asked me what I was doing there. I tell him that I know everything. I explain every detail. He looks at me in horror. He then starts denying it and crying. And that his mistress has nothing to do with it. I raise my voice and tell him firmly that a woman has no place fucking around, or even offering a place to stay to a married man. I wasn't angry with her, I was angry with him. He was married to me. I sacrificed so much for him. He then bites back with "I want a divorce". I then smugly reply with, "oh sweet heart, you'll be served papers soon, I've already seen a divorce lawyer". The look on his face was priceless. I start to walk and say, "once I leave you do not contact me, at all, I am not yours to fuck with you bastard".

The divorce. I got nothing out of it.
Unfortunately Australian laws make it impossible in some circumstances. I was happy to just be rid of him.

Their little fling didn't last.
Enzo and I became an item after a few months passed. And are still together 4 years on. And yes the sex is still as wild.

Thank you for reading.

Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 6

A few days go by and I'm starting to get fed up. I can't live this double life anymore. At first it was fun but now it's becoming near impossible to be near my husband.
I'm not going to bore you with details, however I will share one thing that tipped me over the edge.

This one particular night I came home from a 12 hour shift. It was late. Now I knew he was with his mistress and a few work friends at the park accross from where we lived. They were smoking dope, and who knows what else. (Nothing against anyone that does this, however he had a history of substance and alcohol abuse. And he also bragged to me how his mistress did speed and worked ridiculously fast on one shift) I'm not impressed.

To think that I had helped him get off certain substances and alcohol, he's back to doing this again. I'm not going to sit here and paint myself as a perfect person, but I lost it that night. I sped past and parked my car up at home. I sat in my car full of rage. I took deep breaths to calm myself down. And picked up my phone and called him. I asked to see him for 5 minutes as I had just gotten home.

He reluctantly came. He was walking towards me with a cigarette in his mouth, and a very pissed off facial expression. I asked what was happening, and explained that I'll be going to bed soon as I'm wrecked from work. He starts screaming at me, "you always do this". I reply calmly with, "I beg your pardon, I don't always 'do this', what are you on about". Now I knew someone was listening for him to make such a strange statement so loudly. I said to him, "you know what, go back, I'm going to bed". He starts swearing at me, so I get back into my car and speed off.

I end up stopping a few miles away, turn off the car engine, and start crying. I'm full of rage, rage crying? Looking back now, I'm laughing. Yes I was hurt, but the situation was just so damn ridiculous by this point.

A motorbike rider knocks on my car window and asks if I'm okay, and if I need help. I reply with that I'll be okay, and that I don't need help, and thank him for asking. He looks at me and waits a few minutes. He was genuinely concerned. I pull myself together and drive off. I ended up driving to the pub in the middle of no where, Enzo and I's spot. Turn off my car and sit there watching the stars.

When I got home, my husband was passed out on the floor. I walked straight upstairs and started to pack his belongings.

The next day I kick him out. I tell him that I need space.
He leaves, and what do you know? He moves in with his mistress, accross the park, shocker!

Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 5

So he got a car of his own. This meant that I didn't have to pick him up, or him take my car to and from work. I had more time to do whatever I wanted.

This particular night Enzo came up with the idea of fucking on my husbands car while he was at work. Now this was a very public car park, but where my cheating husband would park was somewhat not lit up. So I said fuck it, let's do it. We drive and park down the road from the supermarket, and start walking.

I'm wearing a dress with no underwear on underneath, and Enzo is wearing sweatpants. So it makes everything easier.

We get to the car, and Enzo starts kissing me, and sliding his finger in and out of my pussy, while squeezing my breast with another.
He then lifts me onto the hood of the car and slides himself into me. I'm trying so hard not to moan as to not draw any attention to us. Enzo covers my mouth with his hand, while thrusting in and out of me. I'm so wet, with every thrust I can feel my body getting weaker and weaker before I start cumming. Enzo moans that he can feel me cumming, and that he's about to cum.
He pulls down my dress, exposing my tits and starts cumming, not only on me, but the hood of the car. We wrap it up. I run my index finger on my boobs and swoop up Enzos cum, and suck it off of my finger. He smiles, and we start walking back to Enzos car laughing.

And yes, I did hear all about how someone came all over my husbands car. I tried very hard to stay composed

Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 4

My husbands sister is down from interstate. She's just separated from her husband. Now this particular day she decided to go into the city to meet with a guy.. who am I to judge. If anything, I encouraged it. I don't want her here while I'm fucking another man haha!!!

So she leaves, thank fuck. My husband gets his mistress to pick him up for work. And Enzo comes straight over. This time we decided to fuck in every bed in the house. Including the guest bed. I hated my husbands sister, she was awful. So I got off even more knowing she was going to be sleeping in a bed that I had just came in.

In the middle of ass slaps and finger sucks, my phone starts chimming. It's a text from my husbands sister. "Hey I'm going to be back in 5 mins, the guy bailed". I laughed, and then realised I had to get Enzo out of here and make all of the beds and spray the house. So Enzo and I finish off. We got up and he helped me around the house before speeding out of my garage. I jump straight into the shower to get all of the lust juice off of my body. And I drown myself in Chanel perfume. I walk downstairs and greet my sister in law at the front door, and offer to make her a tea.

I then tell her that I've got to head back to the gym, as I'd forgotten my purse there in a rush to get home so that I could open up the house for her. She brought it.
I sped to meet Enzo at our meet up spot. In the middle of no where, near an old pub.
He jumps into my car, we talk for a few minutes. He asks me what my grand plan was. I told him that I plan to make my husband out himself, one way or another. And that I'll be filing for divorce in a few weeks. I'd already called to book an appointment with a lawyer.

Both Enzo and I had started to fall for each other by this point, but didn't say anything to one another until months later.

An hour passes and I say goodbye to Enzo and heads home. The drive home was different. I ended up walking into my house and heading upstairs before my sister in law says, "all good? Everything still in there?". I reply with, "yeh, I'm going to call a friend for a bit I'll come back down in 10".
I just didn't want her near me while I plot.

I started to think, I should make my husband buy a car of his own, he has no money. So either he finances it or borrows from his dad. I was sick of him taking my car when his mistress couldn't pick him up.
So in short, he ended up borrowing money from his dad and he got a second hand car. Now I'm not gonna lie, I was a little pissed off. This whole time he could have asked his dad for financial help but didn't. But for a car. Yeh no problem take x amount of thousands of dollars son, just pay me back when you can.

Uh whatever, this will make more sense in part 5.

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.

Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 2

My brother and his friend came over one afternoon, and had asked to use the garage to build a sound system box for my brothers car. Now I had met my brothers friend previously, let's call him Enzo.

Now I caught Enzo looking at me multiple times. He was very easy on the eyes. His body got my attention (yes he had a toned physique) as he and my brother were building. Fast forward a few hours and they leave.

So I add Enzo on Facebook. At first it was friendly banter. And then I invited him over to hang out. I told my husband that Enzo was going to be coming over while he was at work to keep me company. My husband didnt seem phased at all. And even said "cool have fun".
Cool have fun? I thought to myself, did he just say that.

I drop him off at work. A few minutes pass and Enzo comes over. I put on Riveradale (don't judge me). And then we started talking on the subject of my husband. Enzo explained that he had noticed that there seemed to be something off with my husband and I. I then proceeded to explain of my husbands unloyal antics as of late. I even told him that I wanted to get even. Enzo then explained that he had always found me attractive, that he didn't want to say anything as I was married. Hearing this made me feel emotions I hadn't felt in a very long time. I felt wanted. My husband had stopped calling me pretty, stopped fucking me, and had pretty much checked out of our marriage.

So I asked Enzo, "if you had the chance to fuck me, would you?"
Enzo replied, "in a heartbeat".
So I started undressing. He looked at me like he had won the lottery. I'd never seen a man look at me this way. He took his clothes off so fast, I started laughing.

Before you know it, Im laying on the couch. He has his finger in my pussy, using his thumb to stimulate my clit.
He's kissing my neck and explaining how tight and wet I am, that he has waited for a moment like this to happen. That he's going to fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked. He's sucking on my breasts and then starts to work his way down. I start moaning in ecstacy. I hadn't been touched in months, nor been eaten out in this way. Enzo knew how to cater to a woman, thats for certain. While in-between licks he's telling me how good I taste and that he's going to destroy my pussy soon.

I then got up, shoved him to a sitting position and started deep throating him, and licking his balls. Hearing his moans got me wetter and off even more. I climb onto his lap and we started kissing. I grab his cock and sit on it.

We fucked very hard on that couch. He holds me and then carries me to the wall. Grabs my hands and shoves them above my head, and began to fuck me harder against it. Enzo then puts me down and bends me over the couch, grabs my neck with one hand and sticks his cock in with the other. He slaps my ass and begins fucking me deeper and harder. Both of us are moaning. He's telling me how tight I am while biting my neck and thrusting into me. I grab his finger and start sucking it. He moans more, and I start moaning that I'm cumming. He then quickly throws me onto my back and starts fucking me with more force. He starts kissing me and then saying how he wants to watch me cum. I can't explain it, other than this was explosive pleasure. Once I finish, he then starts to cum, quickly pulls his cock out of my pussy, and shoves it in my mouth. To which I shove down my throat. He moans even more, as his cum makes its way down my throat.

We then collapse onto the floor. Enzo's reaction to what had just transpired was just this,"wow you were incredible".

A few minutes later we get dressed.
Before Enzo leaves he tells me that my husband is an idiot, that I'm one of the most beautiful women he had come across. And that I was a rare breed to support a man with no job for so long.
It's midnight by this point.
He gives me a kiss and leaves.
And I go to pick up my husband.

Call Me Miss Revenge: Part 1

After 5 and a half years of my at the time jobless husband. He finally landed a job at a local supermarket.

A few weeks in and our sex life had come to a halt. Non existent. He said that he was always so tired after his 4 hour shifts of unboxing and stacking groceries.
Now, I worked in a hospital at the time and would do 8 to 15 hour shifts and still have the energy to get freaky.

Keep in mind, I would drop him off and pick him up as he didn't have a car.
Call it intuition, but something told me to go earlier to pick him up one night. So I did. I noticed him with another female worker at the loading dock. They were kissing. As you can imagine I was in rage. I waited for him to come to the car 15 minutes later.
I had no idea what I was going to do. Do I confront him? Do I not say anything?

So I watched and saw all of the work colleagues walking out from the loading dock and to their cars. He and her walked behind the small group. And then parted ways. He came up to the car like normal. Asked how my day was, I played along. I decided to stay quiet for now. See how far he would go and watch to see if he would slip up more and more. As he would be thinking he'd be getting away with this.

Little by little he would speak of this one woman more and more everyday. Now I didn't bother pulling him up on this, because I wanted to see how oblivious he truly thought I was. As this would have him thinking that he has this under control.

I'd smell cheap perfume in the house after coming home from my long shifts.
A larger quantity of food that I had cooked would be gone. Like 2 people had eaten it, as my husband didnt have a large appetite.
He would also go for "walks" more often now.

One evening we stopped by to pick up a few things from the store that he worked at. Upon leaving, this woman says "bye neighbour". It was the woman he had been kissing. I smiled at her, and then asked him who and what that was all about when we left. He explained that he had been walking and she stopped him and said hi. He explained that he was shocked that she lived so close to us. Literally accross the park from us.


So one afternoon he went for his "walk". I would watch him from the top story bedroom. He walked the opposite direction from where she lived. And then a few minutes later, I would see him walk to her house.

I thought okay. Gotcha now you bastard.
I contemplated going over there. I contemplated what I would do. And then I thought, I'll go over and just walk passed. If I hear something (you know what I'm talking about) that will be confirmation enough. So I walked past her house. And surely enough I heard something alright.

Something in me just switched. I didn't want to confront him. I wanted to get even. The amount of years that I had put into this man, chasing a dream that he was too lazy to put effort into. Struggling some weeks to pay the rent and feed the both of us. At this moment I was very financially secure. At this moment I thought, I'm going to get me some. No one fucks me around and gets away with it. No one.