Chapter 1

I'm sitting here debating my problem with myself. I'm divorced due to a cheating wife. I have been divorced going on a year. I have no kids and no immediate family in the area. I'm telling you this because I want another man's wife. I don't know if it's love, need, lust, infatuation or just plain want of her. I do know that revenge is part of it.

You see, I don't know her that well. I have been seeing her often when I go to lunch. She works in the same building as I do. I have been trying to find out as much information on her as possible. I am going to have her but my problem is, 'Then what?" It's a horrible feeling in a sense. To want someone so bad that I would be willing to take her by force if necessary.

So far I found out she is around thirty years old. A nice petite build. Nipples that stick out from behind her bra-less blouses. She wears mini skirts or tight pants that show the imprint of her pussy pushing through. Never any panty lines so she either wears thongs or goes panty-less. She's married to a loser as far as I can tell. She has no children and is somewhat of a flirt. Her husband's a loser because he doesn't know what he has and is willing to take a chance on losing her. The worst thing about him is he broke up my marriage. He fucked my wife and now I will make him pay by doing his wife. I figure if I take her and fuck her, that I will be doing her a favor.

In case you haven't figured it out, I'm a nut case. A bonafide son of a bitch. I've been this way ever since I caught my wife cheating on me. I came home from work early one day and just walked into my house. I really wasn't paying much attention to anything and just walked into my bedroom to change my clothes. There in the middle of the bed lay my wife, spread-eagled with another man riding the hell out of her. She saw me and screamed and the sorry bastard thought he was doing a good job on her. He was just starting to shoot his load when I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him off my cheating wife. As I threw him to the floor and started beating the living crap out of him he was shooting his load everywhere. My crazy wife just kept screaming.

I beat that sorry fucker up pretty good. As he was starting to get up I dragged him to the door and threw him naked right out into the street. I threw his wallet and car keys onto the grass but not his clothes. He got up staggered to his car a bloody mess and drove away. I never saw or heard from him again until one day fate just intervened.

I then walked back into the bedroom where my sorry excuse for a wife was getting dressed quickly.

She was crying, "Kevin, it's not what it looked like. Please let's talk about it. We can work this out."

"Not what it looked like," I said. "It looked like you were fucking that asshole in our bed. Were you fucking him or not?"

"Please, Kevin, let me explain."

I interrupted her, "Either you were fucking him or you weren't. Which is it? It isn't that hard of a question. Just answer it." I waited a few seconds and said, "Since you're having such a hard time with that one question, our talk is over. I'm going out to have dinner. You have one hour to get whatever you want and get the fuck out of my life. If you're still here when I get back, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you and then throw your sorry ass out. That's it, you have one hour. That's the end of this conversation." Then I walked out the door.

I waited two hours before going back. I was hoping she would be gone. You see, I'm a man of my word and I would have beat the fuck out of her, even though she's a woman and my wife. When I got back home, she was gone and most of her personal stuff was gone also. She left me a note. I wasn't even going to read it but then thought maybe I should.

Note from Rachel:

Dearest Kevin, I made a mistake, a really big mistake. Jim doesn't mean anything to me. He was an old school friend that I ran into. We were lovers back in school. You knew I wasn't a virgin when we got married. It was Jim who was my first love. Things just happened and old memories never die. I ran into Jim at the mall. It was so good to see him again. Just as an old friend. Well, he started flirting with me and I started remembering old times. He asked me where I lived and we came to the house. I should have known better but I made a mistake.

When we got into the house I showed him around. When we got to the bedroom he took me into his arms and kissed me. It just seemed like old times. Then it happened. We started necking like we used to and then he took me. God, I wish it never happened but it did. I'm so sorry for hurting you. Please reconsider taking me back. I promise to be a good wife and never to cheat again. I really do love you, Kevin.

Love always, Rachel

The note just hurt me worse. Now the prick had a name. I loved my wife but I'm one of the nut cases out there that believes love can be lost. In my case it was totally gone. It was replaced with revenge. Revenge isn't necessarily something you want. It's something you just have to do. I would get mine.

I called off work the next day seeing I had to change our checking and savings accounts. I called most of the credit card companies and canceled them. I kept two that were in my name only for any expenses I might incur.

I'm a hard-nosed fucker and not afraid to admit it. That's just the way it is. Rachel's dad called and asked what the problem was between me and Rachel. I got pissed and said, "What the fuck is the matter with you? Don't tell me you didn't have the balls to ask your own daughter. Well, George, I caught your precious slut of a daughter fucking one of her friends in our bed. I'm not the forgiving kind and threw her ass out. She had a chance to take whatever she wanted and I'm not giving her another damn dime. If she wants to go to court and bring out the dirty laundry, that's fine with me. Otherwise leave me the fuck alone." Then I just hung up the phone.

Two days later Karen, who is Rachel's younger sister, called me and asked if I would talk to her for a few minutes. I told her go ahead and talk, that I was listening. She started out saying how Rachel was so sorry... until I cut her off. "I don't care a flying fuck how sorry Rachel is. Do you have anything else to say? If you say the name Rachel again I'll hang up. Your slut of a sister doesn't exist in my life anymore."

Karen asked if there were any more personal items that belonged to her sister left at the house? I just told her that her sister had an hour to take all she wanted with her. If she forgot something, then that was too damn bad. Karen mentioned a few items. I was starting to get pissed again. So I responded in the only way I knew.

"Karen, I'll tell you what. You come over here and fuck me on my bed and I'll let you take whatever else you want for your precious sister."

She screamed back, "You sorry son of a bitch, how dare you to talk to me like that? Wait until I tell my husband and you can deal with him."

"Does that mean I'm not going to get a chance to fuck you? I always thought you'd be a pretty good fuck. Well then send that sorry excuse for a husband over here. Maybe I'll just fuck him in the ass." I wasn't afraid of the wimp. He was just a yes person to his wife. I had no doubts I'd ever see him at my door.

I could hear someone in the background on the phone. I knew it was Rachel. Karen must have handed her the phone. All I heard was, "Kevin, you son of a... " Then I just hung up the phone. I contacted my lawyer and had her fill out the necessary papers giving Rachel nothing. We were renting the house, we each had our own car. Other than that I just kept the savings accounts. Rachel never fought the divorce. I let it be known that I would talk to no one in the family except Karen, and that was only if she met my demands. Damn, I was a hard ass.

Karen was a looker. She was a little better looking gal than her sister Rachel. Both were good looking women but Karen was a few years younger and probably ridden a lot less considering her wimp of a husband.

I was getting ready to move out of the house and the divorce was already final. I called Karen on the phone and asked if she wanted to get a few personal items of her sister's. That I was moving to an apartment and didn't want to haul her shit around. If she didn't come and get it, I would just throw it all out. She quickly said yes, she would come and get the items that evening. I told her to either come alone or bring that sorry excuse for a husband with her. Under no circumstances was Rachel to be at my door.

When Karen arrived at my door that evening, she was alone. I asked about her husband but she said he was busy. I knew the truth was that he was afraid and she knew I was going to fuck her. When she came into the house we walked into the bedroom where I had her sister's stuff packed. She reach down for one of the boxes when I said, "Hold it! You haven't paid for it yet."

She looked at me and said, "You can't be serious? I'm not going to make love to you."

I laughed, "No, not love, just plain raw sex. You've been thinking about this for a long time." Then I grabbed her as she beat on my chest. I said, "Give it up, Karen, you're not fooling anyone. There's only you and me here." Then I kissed her and grabbed her by her pussy. I slid my hand down her leg and under her skirt and brought my hand back up her thighs. She didn't have any panties on. I grabbed her mound. Hot and moist was the only way to explain it. She took her hands off from around my neck and I pushed her down on the bed.

"Tell me what you want, Karen. Tell me you want me to fuck your married pussy. Come on, Karen say it," as I began by shoving two fingers in her wet moist cunt... Damn she was hot, she was really hot.

"Please fuck me, Kevin, I want you to fuck me. Fuck my married pussy. Please wear a condom, Kevin, that's all I ask."

"Fuck you, slut, you're just like your sister. You want that creme to hit the inner walls of your cunt. I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you good but no protection and you will receive the full load. Well, Karen, what will it be?"

By this time she was hot. I had my stiff cock out just rubbing it up and down against her cunt. I even dipped it in a couple of times. I could hear her squealing.

"Anyway at all, Kevin, just push it in, God I want it."

I began a slow but hard methodical motion. I said, "Talk to me, Karen. I love dirty talk. Is it good? Do you want more of it? Come on, talk to me."

"Oh, God, this feels so good, yes, I want more, please shove your cock into me. Just fuck me, Kevin, just plow your way into my wet pussy. God, I'm going to come, more, give it to me, cum in me, do it now, I want to feel your cum shooting deep inside of me. Ahhh, shit, yes, yes, yes, now."

I blew my fucking load as deep in her as possible. I took some of my revenge out on her sorry ass pussy, but damn, it felt good. When I finished squirting my load, I took my slimy rod out of her and wiped it on her skirt. I then got off of her and zipped up my pants. I looked at her, another man's wife laying there, her legs spread and my juices just dripping out of her. I walked over and picked up a couple of her sister's boxes of stuff and headed out to her car.

When I came back in, she started yelling at me. "You son of a bitch, you just used me for your pleasure. How can you be so cold, so callus? What has happened to you? Where is the fun loving Kevin that was once here?"