Here is something completely different from us. This story is for all those out there that like to see a man get sweet revenge on an unfaithful wife and her accomplices. Not a lot of sex in it but hopefully a good read. Like most of us here I am not a professional writer so please enjoy and send constructive comments. Cheers.
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I was sitting at my computer entering in yet another boring goods receivable when Meg pushed her chair up against mine.
"Come and check this out," she said, "This is bloody amazing."
I pushed over and after she checked over her shoulder to make sure our supervisor wasn't looking she brought up Google earth.
"Check this out, you can go down to street level."
I bent over and looked at the image of the outside of the factory where we worked. Some of the guys were having morning tea in the sunshine and others were walking back to the maintenance section. It was pretty amazing.
"It certainly wasn't taken recently," I said to her, "They are all in short sleeves, there's sunshine and leaves on the trees. It's at least six months ago."
"I might have a look at my house," Meg said as she zoomed out. The familiar shape of the town where we lived appeared on the screen and she easily zoomed down to her house.
She laughed as she scrolled down and hit 'Street View', "I'll check to see if my hubby is being a bludger at home."
A photo of her house popped up and she peered closely at the screen.
She pointed at the screen and had a quite giggle, "Wow that's amazing, " she said again, "My brother's car is in the drive and he was only here for three days back in February, so it was around then. Tim's ute is not there so I guess he's at work. It was either a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday in the first week of Feb."
"What does he do again?" I asked. She had told me but I couldn't remember.
"He's a plumber. Tim Blacklock Plumbing." she looked at me with a kind of pity in her eyes, "You met him at the Christmas party remember. He was dressed as Zorro."
I closed my eyes pretending to visualize. I knew exactly who he was. 'Lucky bastardo' is what I had called him. To be married to someone as hot as Meg had to be a lucky bastard. She was a petite brunette with a great character. Not only was she hot but also she was a fantastic person to boot. We got on really well and she was a great support for me after I had walked out on my wife.
I was tempted to type in our old address but decided not to. Eight months ago I was still living there with Zoe. Meg didn't need me cracking up again. I knew that if I looked at it here there would be a chance I'd lose it again.
"The last thing I want to do is have a look at my old house," I muttered into the screen, "I'm trying to forget the bitch."
"You need to either get some decent counselling, not just your mates down the pub, or take some action and stop letting her run the divorce," she leant forward and looked me in the eyes, "You have no kids, she is living in your house and she treats you like shit. Come on man, take some action." She slapped her hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was the first touch from a woman since I'd left my wife.
"When the time is right I'll get my revenge, don't you worry about that."
"And what do you plan on doing?"
"I don't know just yet." I went back to my desk, "the right moment hasn't arisen yet."
To be honest, I had no plan at all.
My computer blipped to life as I sat down with my takeaway noodles and nudged the mouse. I had been thinking about 'Street View' all day and had decided that tonight I would take a look at the old house. At least if I was by myself and decided to throw something around the house, no one would get hurt, or at the least, sprayed with noodles.
I opened Google Maps and typed in my old address. The globe spun around and zoomed down into our town highlighting the street, which was in a rural subdivision just out of town, with a bright blue edge. My stomach was churning as I lingered with the mouse over the location of the house. I had the same feelings that I'd had all those months ago when I had discovered, completely by accident, that my wife of three tears was a total slut.
When we had first married she was actually very much the prude. I had been only her second sexual companion and she wasn't really the adventurous type. In order to spice things up a bit I introduced her to the rich world of pornography. After reluctantly watching one with me she almost immediately became a bit more adventurous, imitating the language and actions of the pornstars became a regular bedtime activity.
Towards the end of our second year of marriage she had started to download and watch all sorts of movies, especially gangbang and group sex movies. She even bought a dildo to use after I had finished and she would go at it for quite a long time before eventually getting me back hard again.
She really did change though when she met Dave and Annie. Dave is my boss at the factory and a total prick. I had applied for the top job against him and he had won. His wife is a nasty, skinny redhead with a tattoo of a rose on her ankle and a nose stud. Both are in their late 30's. They met at the Christmas party in early December and Zoe became a mate all too quickly. On occasion Zoe would come to work to see me but end up in Dave's office, sometimes for a bit too long. I didn't worry too much because Annie was always with her.
Three weeks after they met, on Christmas Eve, Zoe decided to give me her present. We had just watched another movie when she grabbed my dick and said "Do you want to fuck me in the arse?"
It was not something that I had even thought about. I never thought that she was even in the slightest interested in a bit of anal play.
That night she had the wildest orgasm she'd ever had. I had never seen her as insatiable as she was that night and in retrospect, it was definitely the turning point because over the next two months she became a sexual monster.
She used to kneel on the floor fucking her pussy or arse with a dildo and wanting me to blow in her open mouth, she was a total hornbag and I loved it. For God's sake what man wouldn't. I had the perfect wife. Sexually active, adventurous and extremely good looking. She was 5' 8", long blonde hair and she has a model's physique. Her boobs were only small but that's how I like 'em.
Towards the beginning of February though her behaviour began to change. She had become distant and aggressive towards me. She was spending a lot of time at home instead of going to work, claiming that she didn't feel well.
One day, completely by chance, I discovered the truth behind all those days off. I had chucked a sickie because I just needed to get away from Dave who was giving me a particularly hard time. I was lying in bed reading a book when I heard the cat miaowing at the door. I opened it only to watch it come in with a mouse in its mouth.
The cat was bringing it in for a play and as soon as it set foot inside he let go of it and it scurried behind the chest of drawers. I quickly jammed a shoe and some clothes down the side of the chest hopefully blocking the exits. I'd figured that the mouse would be under the bottom drawer so I slowly pulled it out. What I saw changed my life forever.
Lying on the carpet was a pile of photographs of a woman being fucked by several men. That woman was my wife. I wrenched the draw out and pulled the rest of the items out. My heart and head nearly exploded as I pulled out vibrators, oils, leather underwear, DVD's, and even more images of my wife with cum all over herself. My stomach couldn't handle it and I leapt up, almost as quickly as the mouse leapt back into the cat's claws, and stuck my head out the door and vomited.
I collapsed shaking back onto the floor and once again looked at the images. I was sweating like a bastard as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. There were about 30 different pictures of my wife, dressed in the leather underwear, being pleasured by about five men. All I could see of the men was that one had a tattoo of a chain around his biceps and another had a ying/yang tattoo on his shoulder. All their faces were pixelated, except for my wife's smiling one.
I threw the cat back outside and sat on the corner of the bed looking at the horrid display of my wife's rampant and slutty behaviour. I had the rest of the day to formulate my response to what had happened, and a weird calm came over my body. After months of her unstable behaviour I now had a valid excuse to leave. I gathered up all the photos and tore them into small pieces. I laid them out on the bed like the beginning of a large pornographic jigsaw. The three DVD's cracked easily as I slammed my heel down splintering them into silvery shards. The leather underwear took an extra effort but the scissors in the kitchen made easy work of them. I grabbed the three vibrators and took them into the garage. All my power tools were in the lockup so I got out my drop saw and plugged it in. Within minutes her toys were nothing more than dozens of discs laid out on the bedroom floor.
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