The next night, he came over for dinner and we spent the night in bed. It wasn't quite as good as the night before. It seemed Paul was distracted. "What's the matter, Paul? Are you feeling guilty? I'm the one who should be, but I don't. Loving you just feels so right." George again tried to get touch. "Come on Dan, be reasonable! Matilda's your wife, and this was all just a mistake. It was just sex, come on calm down!" And you want me to have sex with your wife? While you watch," I say as I slide my fingers up and down the wet bottle. The only problem we've had with him at work has been that every woman in our office spends their time drooling whenever Paul is around. They get nothing done when he comes out of his office. Paul has told me that he would not hit on any women he worked with. Too bad the women that work with us haven't promised me the reverse." Craig looked at me as if requesting my permission and I nodded my willing consent with a smile and a laugh.

It was working. Now to put my plan into action. Pulling my wife closer to me I put my arm around her and stroked her hair. When Friday night arrives I drive downtown immediately after work. I rent a room at a motel and get ready for Jay and Julia to arrive. I was able to get the room I wanted, on the ground floor and on the end. The room is small with a double bed, barely working television, and dirty bathroom. I expected that since this motel is in a rough part of town. I was looking forward to Cal's office Christmas party. For once, I could be with Cal and eat and drink to my heart's content without criticism from him about wasting money. He even let me buy a new dress - on sale - at Goodwill. The crowning moment of the night was meeting Paul, the new man. My goodness, he was handsome, fit and his smile made me wet. He was escorting a woman I was sure was a Playboy bunny. Although she was short in stature, she was big in breasts and buns. Her dress showed plenty of both. Overall, she oozed sexuality. Cal introduced me to Paul. Paul introduced us to Brandy. We sat together at a table. I was having trouble not staring at Paul. Matilda was now pleading and begging me to stop, "Oh Dan, stop. I'm your wife, I love you. I belong to you, not George. Why are you acting this way, you know you wanted this as much as I did!"George knew he was defeated and could not risk that video or the photos getting out. He lowered his head and said, "Yes I understand." George and Matilda were embraced in a passionate kiss and his hands were rubbing her tits as I sat down across from them. They didn't wait long to start up again. I made sure the video was running on my phone, as I positioned it on the coffee table, to capture the next several minutes. They were oblivious to me sitting there and what I was doing. They continued to make out and explore each other's bodies as I sat there watching the show. This afternoon. I need to do something, you are the third person today who commented on my mental health."

She had always been shy about her body and sex. She had long, dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was 5'7" tall with really long legs. She wore clothes that hid her sexy body and I tried to get her to dress sexier. One day she did when I had friends over to watch a game. I did too. I ignored it at first in hopes that it was just a temporary glitch. It wasn't and it's beginning to be a large sum of money involved." So, this is a short story -- an alternate ending - to All You Have To Do Is Ask, which can be found here on Literotica. One night, months later, Cal came home anxious to talk about his work which was rare. He said that had just hired a new man on his team. He was excited about the new man's experience and ideas. Cal told me he would have to work late a few nights to get the new man up to speed on the current projects. I knew that phrase 'needing to work late' was used by my colleagues at work as a euphemism for having an affair after hours. I thought about his possibilities for a mistress. His secretary was a bit older than us, but she was abundant in breasts and butt. All the other female employees were married, but in my office that didn't seem to make much a difference. There were plenty of options for him to choose from.

Wife Revenge

This is a Mixed Martial Arts dojo." She handed him some forms as well as a brochure. "We work with veterans with PTSD, broken marriages. People come here to pound the shit out of things and others, willingly. I promise you that my husband and I will make a difference." What..what's going..on?" her voice sounded faint and slurred and she made no attempt to stop anything that was happening. Do I Naomi, do I really know?" he took his bag and left. He got a text from her. 'Can we go for dinner tonight?' Michael knew it was some or other ploy, and he was suddenly curious, not scared. Craig and Joel appeared a few minutes later. I showed them into the lounge and poured them both a good measure of scotch. Adding one for myself, we settled down and I hit the remote to power up the wide screen TV and switched channels until I'd found the football game that I knew was showing. I laughed, my breathing still ragged and short. "Just sugar tablets, honey! And don't you dare even think about a real affair, It's as much as I can do to keep thinking up revenge plans for your pretend adultery! God know's what devious schemes I would have to invent if it were for REAL!"

And then, suddenly with a deep lunge, Craig was inside her. Lydia screamed out as she was so forcefully penetrated her mouth forming a wide "O" and allowing Joel to pump yet another few inches of meat into her throat. She was now crying and pleading, "Dan, please. This was all a mistake. Please don't be like this. I love you and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted this as much as me." Her tears were flowing, and she was sobbing uncontrollably as George decided he was going to be macho and protect her. Matilda told me she had a wonderful time on this business trip and that you came in her pussy for the first time. Is that right?"Not so tiny in there, bitch." He left her and had a shower, fighting the nausea of his rage. She walked tenderly the next morning. Michael was invited to the MMA league, as his fighting became legendary. It had been almost eight months since he met Gabby and Ken. They coached him, and he made a name. He got a call one morning

We arranged that the two lads would be at my house early that evening. Lydia was due home at about 7pm and I needed an hour or two to add the final touches to my plan. I had trouble thinking of an appropriate response when my heart was leaping with joy. "I will miss you sweetheart, but I don't think I need a babysitter. Are you sure Paul's okay with it?" Michael Barron, wow. Look at you. A true warrior in all senses of the word, except for one. His wife." She looked at his face. Quiet?" I yell at him. I slam my empty beer bottle onto the table. "The last thing you have to worry about is me being quiet!" If you want to," he says. "But I don't have to watch. She'll at least want me in the house somewhere."

Revenge

Craig looked very excited and I could see a large, tell-tale bulge in his jeans as he hooked his thumbs into the waist-band of my wife's underwear and began tugging them over her rounded bottom. For example, one of my favorite stories is All You Have To Do Is Ask, by Tomlitilia which I encourage you to read, you won't be disappointed. It has a great ending that most will enjoy. After reading this story, I immediately came up with an alternate ending, one where the husband gets revenge for the wife misreading and taking advantage of the loving husband.