Beth receives an email from a woman who has been sleeping
with her husband. She comes up with a plan to put the cheater in his place, but
can she follow through with it?
Warning: 5100 words containing forced cuckolding,
bondage explicit sex, and proof positive “hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned!”
Excerpt:
The next morning to her surprise
there was a response waiting for her answering the questions in greater detail
than she could have hoped for. This woman must have had to clear her conscience
and spilled every juicy detail right here in the email. Beth thanked her, and
asked if she needed help in getting even with Jerry could she call upon her,
clicked send and then surfed the net formulating her plan and selecting the
items she would need. Satisfied with the list of items, only one thing remained
and that she could not buy online. The final item was a man. That she would get
the old fashioned way.
Late in the afternoon Jerry phoned
to say he was working late and would not be home for dinner. As much as Beth
wanted to confront him, call him a liar and express her doubts about him
working she managed to keep it all to herself so as not to blow her surprise
revenge. “Patients is a virtue Beth, and all good things come to those who
wait.” She kept telling herself over and over as she primped for an evening out.
She felt very nervous and excited
as she left the house. It had been years since she had gone out dressed like
this without Jerry, and even longer since she went in search of a man to fill
her needs. She was dressed to kill, tight skirt that showed off her shapely
bottom very well, combined with a white blouse made of thin material and low
cut to show off her cleavage and the fact that she was not wearing a bra. If
she didn’t get a mans attention dressed this way, then little hope could be
held about the survival of the human race.
Walking into one of the more
popular bars in town, she nervously made her way to the bar to order a
margarita. Trying her best to ooze confidence she definitely didn’t have, and
watching a few men look her up and down as she passed by. At least she still
had the ability to catch the eye of men. That helped ease the knot in her
stomach, which was twisted around her fear of failing tonight.
Smiling at the bartender, she
ordered and looked across the bar. At the other end of the bar, sat a young man
alone who starred at her as she paid for the drink and sipped it, hoping some
liquid courage would ease the knot even more. Once their eyes met a broad smile
flashed on his face. Doing her best to return it, she raised her glass as
though to toast him, then took a large gulp to speed up the effects of the
alcohol, then winked at him.
He would do fine, broad shouldered
and handsome, the tight t-shirt he was wearing showing his muscles off. At her
wink he rose from his seat and sauntered down the bar toward her. One massive
hand gripping his drink, his casual stride and warm smile sending waves of heat
through her. The knot in her stomach ceased wrenching her insides around, as it
cocooned into a hundred butterflies fluttering around.
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