When he approached me at the bar he was all innocence, but I could read the intention in his eyes. Behind that mask he wore I knew he had a hunger for me. I knew he wanted me in a way that was decidedly indecent.
My husband likes to use me to make himself look good. He brings me to these company parties and parades me around like I’m some prize he won, valuing me for my looks rather than my achievements.
He was the one who picked out this humiliating outfit, dressing me up like a dominatrix in tight black leather. All of his bosses and coworkers are looking at me like I’m something less than what I am. None of them know my name but all of them want me.
I asked him to dance, that darkly handsome stranger in the three-piece suit. Out there with our bodies spinning around each other in front of everyone all I could feel was the connection to him, real and palpable and deep.
My stranger said he needed to get some air and I let him go, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to know more about him. I followed him outside and away from my husband, pulling closer to my stranger and pulling off his mask.
And when he told me his name I knew who he was in an instant. Not just a colleague of my husband but his nemesis and bully. His is the name my husband invokes when things go wrong, believing that this dark and handsome man is manipulating everything behind the scenes to humiliate him.
But I know the truth. I know my husbands failings are his own. I know he has a weakness to his body and his spirit and I know that it has been only too exhausting to keep him propped up for all these years.
This man, this bully, offers me a second chance at things. And as I let him lead me into that dark room I know the future I’m choosing. I know the betrayal I am committing.
But nothing is going to stop me.
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had to be my imagination. There was no way this could all be so perfect. No way that Roger could be a man who was as handsome as he was. No way that he could be a man as strong as he was. No way that he could be a man as obviously driven and intelligent. And certainly no way he could be as fucking big as this.
My fingers were shaking as I struggled with his belt and zipper. Tugging at them as I fell to my knees before him and unveiled him to me, his cock slapping out and bouncing and throbbing in front of me as I witnessed it with my own two eyes.
And knew that my greatest dreams had surely come true.
He was big but it was more than that. It was the most attractive cock that I’d ever seen in my life. Gloriously thick and capped with this throbbing head that just looked delicious. Veins pulsing on the sides of it giving it an angry and urgent sort of need that I felt I wanted to deliver on deep in the heart of me.
I moved forward. I opened my mouth. I tasted him.
I’d given blowjobs before, but never to this level. I’d been with men before, but I’d never given myself over to their pleasure quite like this.
What I did for him was a step beyond a blowjob. I was dedicating myself to his cock. I was worshipping him on a real level and in a real way, rolling my tongue around the head of him, ducking down to take him deep, stretching my jaw to its very limits just to feel him filling me up with his hot and hard thickness.
And I could feel it. In the ache in my jaw and in the racing of my heart, I could feel it. The knowledge that he was so perfect and so hard for me and the thrill that I was doing this against all sense and reason, it was making me dizzy.
But I pressed on, bouncing my mouth up and down the length of him while my fingers lovingly played around his shaft. I stroked him and teased his balls while I swallowed him whole, taking his cock that was bigger than any I’d ever had before deeper than I’d ever before dared.
Taking him all the way until my nose was pressed up against the base of him, feeling my lungs burn as they called out for air and relief. I bobbed on him, my noises lewd and loud enough that surely they would bring people asking questions but I just didn’t give a damn anymore.
Everyone here could witness this for all that I cared, it wouldn’t stop me. I was committed now to the act of infidelity and to making this man in my mouth moan for me. Nothing on this earth was going to keep me from him anymore, keep me from giving him every bit of pleasure that I possibly could.
Just the simple act of being there for him was making my body quiver with delight. I loved that he was in my mouth and I was worshipping him, and I loved that he was anyone but my husband.
To have him be Roger of all people was an edge above it. Not just because he was perfect for me but because it would hurt all the more when Greg found out.
It would wound him to his core, and that satisfied a cruel itch in me. Greg had taken me for granted for too long. He’d used me to assuage his ego and push his career and I was done with him.
Our marriage was not long for this world, but I didn’t have any reason to end it anytime soon. I would keep stringing him along as long as I could keep him ignorant, because the pain he would feel when he found out that I had been with his enemy for months or years would hurt so much more than if he caught us now.
No, I would play this game. I would be this cheating whore. I would give myself to Roger in every single way and I would deny Greg any sort of satisfaction.
This was about revenge as much as it was about a growing affection. I was sure that a life with Roger would be a worthwhile one, that he would be a good partner to me, suitably matched.
But I wanted Greg to pay for the pain that he had laid at my feet. I wanted him to feel as hard as he could an ounce of the torment that he had put me through.