It took me some time before I could make it happen, but I had promised myself that one day I would get back at the bitch and that night the stars aligned themselves just right. Laurie looked good, but then she always did. Five foot four, blond hair and 145 pounds distributed to make her 36C/25/37 body truly mouth watering. At thirty-seven she looked more like she was in her late twenties and I could see all of the male eyes in the place linger on her.

I hadn't known that this would be the night, but I was ready. I kept myself ready as I haunted the places I knew she would be likely to go to. Was I stalking her? Yes, I guess I was. I was watching her and looking for an opening I could take advantage of. I was looking for some payback. Payback for a miserable marriage. Laurie was my ex-wife and as far as I was concerned she had fucked over me and she had to pay. I wouldn't be able to get on with my life until I somehow got back at her for what she had done.

She was sitting at a table with some other girls from the bank where she worked as a loan officer. She rarely went out drinking with the girls, but she did have a drink or two with them when they went out for dinner together and this was one of those dinner nights. It was a Tuesday and that was the night they usually stopped at Mario's so I was already there sitting at the bar when they came in.

The place had a dance floor and although they usually had a band it was about two hours before the band usually set up so the music was being furnished by a juke box. That didn't slow down the stream of guys who made the trip to the table to see if one of the girls would dance with them. Some of the women got up to dance, but I wasn't surprised that Laurie wasn't one of them. Then their meal arrived and the dancing stopped.

I had just about decided that the night was a lost cause when the Gods smiled down on me and in a way that I couldn't have scripted any better if I had tried. Laurie got up from the table and came up to the bar to get another drink and while the bartender was building it she looked around the bar and saw me sitting at the end of the bar. As soon as she saw me I looked away knowing full well that she wouldn't let me get away with pretending I didn't see her. She got her new drink and walked it down to my end of the bar.

"You following me Tom?"

"Not hardly Laurie. I was sitting here working on my third beer when you and your friends walked in. You can check with the bar-keep on that. As soon as I finish this beer I'll be leaving."

"No need to rush off on my account Tom."

"Why not? You want me sitting here so you can point me out to your friends? I can see it now. "Don't look now girls, but see that pervert at the end of the bar? That's my ex."

"You are never going to forget that are you?"

"Why should I? It is what you were thinking when you said it."

"Oh come on Tom; you know I didn't mean it that way. I have to go potty. Watch my drink till I get back and then I'll take you over to the table and introduce you. Two of the girls are single and who knows, you might hit it off."

She left her drink sitting on the bar and went to the ladies room. I wanted to jump up from my seat, pump my fist in the air and yell out, "YES!" As soon as she was out of sight I made sure that no one was looking my way and I took an envelope out of my pocket and dumped the contents into her drink and watched it dissolve. I again made sure no one was looking and I stirred it real good and then waited for Laurie's return.

When she came back she picked up her drink and took a sip and then said, "Come on over to the table with me Tom."

"I don't want to intrude Laurie."

"Don't worry about it. Dinner is over and the married ones will be leaving. That will leave you, me, Gail and Donna."

"I don't think so Laurie. Given what we've gone through it would be way too awkward."

"So I won't tell them you are my ex. I'll say that we went to school together."

I didn't want to argue too hard against it because sitting at her table is where I wanted to be so I let her talk me into it. I was introduced to the women at the table as someone that Laurie had known at college and after some small talk the married women started leaving. The band arrived and set up and as soon as the music started Gail and Donna were asked to dance and that left me and Laurie alone at the table.

"What's the matter Tom? Why didn't you ask one of them to dance?"

"No thanks Laurie. They work with you and if were to get interested in one of them I would always have to worry about what you would be telling them at work. Hearing from my ex that I was a disgusting pervert would not help any relationship that I developed."

"I wouldn't do that to you Tom."

"Why not? You already did it once."

"Yes Tom, I did, and you know in what context that I said it."

While we talked I was watching her and waiting for what I knew was coming. In about twenty minutes her words began to slur. She went to take a sip of her drink and spilled it. I saw her shake her head as if to clear it and I asked her if she was okay.

"I just felt a little dizzy there for a second."

"Come on: let's get you outside where you can get some fresh air."

I helped her up and grabbed her purse and walked her outside. On the way I took out my cell phone and hit a pre-set. When the call was answered I asked:

"Are you available?"

I got a yes and I said, "Okay, I'm on the way."

By then Laurie was disoriented and stumbling and I led her to my car and helped her in. She leaned against the door, head rolling from side to side, until I pulled up at an old house on the outskirts of town. Phil had been watching for me and when he saw my lights pull into his drive he and two other men came out and pulled Laurie out of the car. I handed him an envelope.

"There are two tabs of Ecstasy in there case you don't have any of your own and the address where I want her dropped when you are done. Have fun."

As I backed out of the drive I saw them carrying Laurie into the house and I smiled.

I met Laurie when I went to the bank to set up a line of credit. I was attracted to her right away. She worked with me setting up the line and by the time we were done I had worked up the courage to ask her to have dinner with me. I was both pleased and surprised when she said yes. We had an enjoyable evening and so I asked her out again and pretty soon I guess you could say that we were going steady.

Laurie let me know on our fourth date, when I tried to play with her tits, that she didn't "do that" and that she was saving herself for marriage. After dating for six months I proposed and Laurie accepted and we were married. The honeymoon is where it all started to go to hell for me. Until that first night on Maui I had no idea what a prize I had in Laurie. I mean I knew she was a beautiful woman, but I had never seen her in anything but conservative clothes; long skirts and dresses that always fell way below the knees and dresses, blouses and jackets buttoned to the top. The first time I saw her naked I was stunned. She had an awesome body - simply dynamite!

And then came the rude awakening. She put on a long flannel night gown, turned out the light and crawled into bed and waited for me to follow. I climbed into bed and attempted to get at her tits, but she pushed my hands away. I slid down and lifted the night gown and attempted to lick her pussy and she told me to, "Stop that disgusting nonsense and make love to me." I tried to explain that need for foreplay to get her wet so the act itself wouldn't start out uncomfortable and she finally agreed to let me finger her. When I felt moisture I moved into position and started sliding my cock into her.

She was the virgin she claimed to be and she was slow getting into it, but pretty soon she had her legs clamped tight on me and she was pushing up at me as I drove down into her. She had an explosive orgasm about a minute before I climaxed and then we rested a while before doing it again. We made love three times that night and it was obvious that Laurie liked sex. But she wouldn't let me go down on her, wouldn't let me play with her tits, would not get in bed naked and she would not have the lights on. That pretty much set the pattern for the next eight years. Night gowns, no lights and nothing but plain sex. I could not even get her to try a position other than the missionary.

At first, Laurie took to sex like a duck to water. Two or three times a night and three or four nights a week. I never "just" accepted her attitude and I constantly worked on her to loosen up. I urged her to try different positions and do different things. I worked and worked on her to let me go down on her at least once so she could see what she was missing, but she never relented. I was able, after two years of trying, to finally get my hands and mouth on her tits. She seemed to like it, but she also seemed embarrassed by the fact that she liked it.

Along with trying to get her to loosen up sexually I also tried to get her to dress differently. I wanted her to show off that magnificent body. I wanted everyone to see what a lucky guy I was, but she was having no part of that either.

I didn't notice it right away, but our sex life started to slack off. Looking back on it, it seemed like the more I pushed for Laurie to loosen up the less interested in sex she became. By the eighth year of our marriage our love life was down to nothing. It didn't matter what I did or tried to do Laurie just wasn't interested any more. I kept pushing and trying and one night she screamed at me.

"Get away from me and leave me alone you pervert!"

"Me? I'm a pervert? Just because I want what every other married man in the world has I'm a pervert?"

"Yes damn it, a pervert! All the time it is sex, sex, sex. Laurie let me eat you. Laurie let's try this position. Come on Laurie wear this low cut blouse, wear this short skirt, put on these sexy high heels. On and on and on. That's all you think about, all you talk about and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of listening to your voice and I'm sick to death of your one track mind."

That pissed me off and I fired back at her that she was a frigid prude and I said a few other things that in retrospect I shouldn't have. She grabbed her night gown and headed for the spare bedroom. She wouldn't even talk to me for the next five days and on the sixth day a man walked up to me and asked me if I was Tom Walsh and when I said I was he handed me some papers and told me that I had been served. Laurie was suing me for divorce.

Our state was a no fault state so Laurie didn't have to specify a reason. It didn't make sense to me. We didn't have any major problems. The only thing we ever argued about was sex. The divorce was bitter and expensive. I loved Laurie and I didn't want a divorce and I fought it every way I could. My lawyer warned me that I was wasting time and money and that the divorce was going to eventually happen, but I was convinced that if I fought it long enough Laurie would come around and we would get back together.

My lawyer filed motion after motion and it went on like that for almost nine months and then one day I got an envelope in the mail and when I opened it I found a picture of Laurie. She was naked and staring into the camera and there was a man between her legs eating her pussy. It was the clearest "Fuck you!" that I had ever received and I stepped back and let the divorce happen.

I spent the next year feeling sorry for myself and crying in my beer. It got to be where no one wanted to be around me. One day I woke up and realized that I needed to get my head out of my ass and I also realized I would never be able to get on with my life until I paid Laurie back for what she had done. And I wasn't just talking about what I had come to see as a poor marriage - I was thinking of that picture she had sent me. She had to pay for that and she had to pay big time.

Over the next six months I thought of dozens of things that I could do or would like to do, but they were all flights of fancy; either too unrealistic or too expensive. One day at work I was on my computer reading a memo from our Detroit office. It was from the regional manager and he was talking about the problems he was having and in the memo he said:

"I forgot the KISS principal - Keep it simple stupid."

It immediately registered on me that none of my plans for getting back at Laurie were workable because they were all too complicated. I needed to keep it simple. I was drinking one night with a close friend. Phil knew what Laurie had done to me, including the photo, and he made the statement that since sex was what caused the problem in the first place that sex should be the answer. I asked him what he meant and he said:

"Get her drunk and then get her gangbanged and take pictures of it and then make sure that everyone gets to see them."