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Revenge may not be the mature path, but I was done being 'mature'. I just couldn't get the thought of him...and HER.... Going behind my back, lying to my face, basically having an affair! After all we'd been through, he soberly and knowingly risked it all... On HER!


I wanted to scream. I wanted to escape in the worst way. *quot;Fuck it! I'm doing it!*quot; I thought.


I saved the number on the crumbled piece of paper to my phone.

- You busy? We met at the bar last week - I texted.

- No you wanna come over - I received back in no time.

- Yea on my way.


Sex wasn't my priority.... I had visions of long white lines in my near future. That would be my escape. Anything else would simply be an FU to my husband. Hell... had he ever intended to tell me? Obviously not, otherwise it wouldn't of taken him so long, it wouldn't of taken me about to walk out for him to finally come clean. Is honesty truly that difficult for men?


Well honesty came quite easy for me, and you better believe I'd already planned to tell him all about it once I got back home.


I was no longer concerned with consequences. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to cause as much pain....no in fact I wanted him in more pain than I was currently in.


I arrived at my destination surprised I so easily found my way back. I'd pushed this house and the events that took place here into the far reaches of my mind, to hopefully be forgotten. But now I found myself willingly returning. Revenge can be so sweet.


I walked up the path to the front door. For a brief instant I hesitated. He opened the door before I could change my mind, sealing my fate.


*quot;Come on in. Don't be shy.*quot; he said in that sly, mysterious tone of his.

I didn't dare make eye contact. I moved past him and took a seat on the couch. Omg the couch! Then I heard it. The familiar locking sound. It was all surreal. Like deja vu.


*quot;So what brings you here?*quot; he asked me as if he didn't already know.


*quot;I told my husband*quot; I blurted out.


*quot;You what? Why would you do that?*quot;


*quot;That's just who I am.*quot; and I wasn't going to make excuses for my apparent warped moral character.... Not to him or anyone.


*quot;He cheated on me too. With my best friend!*quot; I tried to explain my appearance there.


*quot;Are y'all even now?*quot;


I lifted my head and met his stare. *quot;Not by a long shot*quot;


He grinned. *quot;Good*quot;


He walked to the desk. I knew it was coming. That was the main reason I'd come. I wanted to be numb. I wanted to feel nothing, no more pain. Even if it were brief I needed to escape my horrible reality.


As he finished forming those beautiful lines I stood and walked over to him. I put my hand directly on his crotch and rubbed. He turned his face toward mine and leaned in to kiss me. His kisses were rough and demanding, and that's exactly how I wanted for now. I had no emotional connection to this man; he could use and abuse my body as he wished.


I took the rolled up bill out of his hand. Time to melt my worries away....one line at a time. One line in one nostril. Line two in the other.


*quot;Slow down pretty lady.*quot; Was that concern in his voice?


*quot;Don?t go soft on me now.*quot; I joked.


*quot;Not a chance in hell. I've been hard since I got your text.*quot; he teased



I patted his crotch again. *quot;I see that.*quot;


He took his turn...or rather turns. Another rough kiss, then he walked out of the room. I snorted one more line while he was gone. He returned with a couple canned sodas.


*quot;Figured you'd want this*quot; he said offering me one of the cans.


*quot;Thanks*quot;


He picked up a remote off one of the side tables, pushed a few buttons, and the room filled with music. Not music I typically listened güvenilir bahis to. I wasn't much into hard rock, but it was a good fit for the situation.


*quot;Strip*quot; he told me.


*quot;This isn't exactly 'strip' music.*quot; I complained.


*quot;I wasn't asking you to dance. I want your clothes off.... Now.*quot;


Fine by me. I unzipped my hoodie and discarded it on a nearby chair. My shoes kicked off, my shirt went next. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them past my hips and let them fall to floor. I scooted them out of the way with my foot. All I had on now was my bra, thong, and skull covered knee high socks. He approached me.


*quot;Let me*quot; he said circling behind me. He unclasped my bra with one hand while groping my ass with the other. I flung the bra into the same chair as my hoodie.


*quot;Do u like it rough huh?*quot; he asked wrapping his arm around my throat and squeezing tight.


*quot;Mmmhmm*quot; I couldn't talk, I could hardly even mumble.


*quot;I bet u like it dirty too, dontcha?*quot; using the middle finger of his free hand, he rubbed on my back door pushing in slightly.


He released his hold and stepped back. *quot;now remove the thong.... But leave the socks.*quot;


I did as he told. *quot;Sexy...*quot; he murmured to himself.


*quot;Come here.*quot; He had me follow him to his dining room table. *quot;Lay down*quot; he motioned to the table indicating where he wanted me to lay. *quot;I'm gonna do a line off you.*quot;


I'd surely never done that before. I positioned myself with my back flat against the cold surface of the wood.


He retrieved his baggy, and then proceeded to form two lines. One on my belly and the other on my chest right between my breasts. The credit card he was using tickled, but I remained still. Once he'd sniffed the majority off me he began licking up the remains.


*quot;You want more?*quot; he asked me.


*quot;No I'm good for now.*quot; I figured I'd better pace myself.


He walked around the table, contemplating his next move. When he reached the end where my head was resting he leaned down and kissed me again. This kiss had a bit of passion behind it. He stopped kissing me to take turns sucking on my nipples. He made his way onto the table directly on top of me. His cock pointing straight at me. I easily took more than half of him in my mouth.


*quot;Deep throat it bitch!*quot; he said slamming his hips forward causing his dick to force its way down my throat. I gagged unprepared. He pulled back just to slam down again. I struggled to keep up with him. Plus it was hard to focus while he was nibbling and sucking on my clit.


*quot;Yea take that cock like the slut you are!*quot; he yelled out as he stuck 2 fingers in my cunt and finger fucked me hard.


Instead of cumming in my mouth, this time he pulled out and shot his load all over my face.


*quot;Come on let's get u cleaned up*quot; he said climbing off me.


Last time I hadn't ventured further than the living room. Now I was following him through his home, into bedroom, and finally arriving in his bathroom. He turned on the water in his large walk-in shower and adjusted the temp as I removed my socks then stood there waiting.


*quot;Ladies first.*quot; He said stepping aside.


I walked past him into the warm water. *quot;I'm no lady*quot;


*quot;That's right I forgot....you're a dirty little slut*quot;


*quot;Tonight I am.*quot;


He grabbed the soap and started lathering me up. *quot;What about tomorrow night?*quot;


I just looked at him quizzically.


*quot;You gonna run home and tell hubby? We planning another repeat performance? What's the deal here?*quot;


*quot;Oh god*quot; I thought. *quot;Don't complicate this now.*quot;


*quot;Why don't we finish what we've started tonight*quot; I offered.


*quot;I not gonna complain with that.*quot; He winked at me.


We fondled one another there türkçe bahis in the shower. I became the aggressor, pushing him against the tile wall. I playfully bit his nipples.


*quot;Watch out.... She bites.*quot; He joked.


I crouched down in front of him. My hand wrapped around his semi hard cock