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Oh Dear, John? 
by 
Charley Ace 

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(2MF, adultery, pay back)



Hi, I'm Rene and I want to tell you how I got even with, and straightened out, my cheating husband, John.
We had been married for 12 years when I caught the bastard in a very compromising position with his secretary. I was in town doing some shopping and decided to drop in on him at his office and offer to take him out to lunch.
It was immediately obvious that he wasn't expecting me to show up unannounced. I opened his office door and there they were, she was bent over his desk and he was pumping her pussy full of his cock from behind. Their backs were to me, and were in the throes of passion, grunting and moaning and all kinds of other obscene things, they didn't see nor hear me. I gawked, hand over open mouth, for a several minutes, too shocked to say anything. I watched, fascinated by the sight of his ass muscles tensing as he thrust forward and relaxing as he pulled back away, and the synchronous jiggle of her big tit (I could only see the right one) dangling just above the desk top. The lewd scene mesmerized me for a few moments.
Once I recovered from the initial shock, I closed the door and quietly departed the scene, my blood beginning to boil, tears flowing. I was extremely upset and pissed as hell, but, surprisingly, not really jealous. My first thought was to turn around, bust in on and embarrass them, and divorce the cheating son-of-a-bitch, but I quickly ruled that out as not being a viable option. I was comfortable living with John and, thanks to his income, we were fairly well off financially. In addition, he was a wonderful father to our two children, and, up until this moment, I had loved him dearly. No, divorce was not a good solution.
'I don't want a divorce, but what should I do? Should I ignore it, and hope that he stops doing her? Why is he doing her in the first place, am I not good enough in bed? Doesn't he love me anymore? Damn! I just don't believe it. As far as I knew, we had a good sex life, I thought of myself as being pretty damn good in the sack. He certainly never complained,' I thought to myself, as my emotions were running amok.
I vacillated between being pissed off at John to feeling sorry for myself to feeling the need for revenge to feeling sexually inadequate. Even though I'd ruled out divorce, I knew that I couldn't take a steady diet of his fucking around. Then it hit me, I'd feel better, bolster my ego, if you will, if I could get some measure of revenge by having an affair of my own, and teach him a lesson at the same time. I felt a primal need to find out if other men found me attractive, as well as a good fuck.
I spent the next few hours thinking of whom the lucky guy was going to be. 'Would it be someone I already know? Should I pick up a stranger?' Then it hit me, 'Harvey Ward! Of course, he's perfect! What took me so long to think of him? John will just go nuts when he finds out that I chose Harvey, he hates his guts, considers him a slime bag!'
I didn't think Harvey deserved the label, but John sure thought so, merely because Harvey received the promotion that John believed he deserved. John complained bitterly that Harvey must have pulled a fast one to get the vice president's position, something unethical at the very least. But, John could never gather any hard evidence to support his theory, even so, he remained steadfast in his belief that Harvey back-stabbed him.
I'd always liked Harvey and found it difficult to believe that he would have done anything unethical. Besides, John had since received a promotion to vice president, and should have gotten over his ill feelings toward Harvey, but he hadn't.
Back in the days when we were still friends and socialized with Harvey and his now ex-wife, Harvey had shown a great deal of interest in me. He was a big, ruggedly handsome kind of guy, and I was attracted to him, too. Nothing ever came of our mutual attraction, but I often thought about what he might be like in bed.
'OK, Harvey's the one, now how do I go about this?' I asked myself. I decided that the direct approach was best. As soon as I got home, I called him at his office, he was out, but I left a message, I knew he'd call me back.
An hour later, Harvey called. "Hi Rene, it's Harvey, got your message, it's been ages since we talked, what can I do for you?"
I stammered a bit, somewhat nervous and unsure of myself, "w-well, I was kinda hoping that you could meet me for a drink, I'd even buy."
"What!" He was genuinely surprised. "I'd love to, but what's the occasion?"
I regained my composure, somewhat, "no special occasion, just a drink and some conversation, that's all."
"OK, when would you like to do this?"
"The sooner the better."
"I'm free later this afternoon or evening?"
"Yes, that's good, how about Bernie's at, say 6:30."
"It's a date, may I ask what brought this on?"
"I'd rather not say over the phone, I'll tell you all about it later."
"OK, have it your way, see you at 6:30."
As I hung up the phone, my initial intent was that I would just meet him and see if anything developed, I was convinced that I'd chicken out of actually fucking him. My main objective was to get John to be concerned, and to experience some mental anguish wondering what I might have been up to.
The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself to give John the full treatment, and, depending on his reaction and my mood at the time, decide whether to actually seduce Harvey. After I took a long, hot bath, I shaved my pussy for the first time ever, dressed in my sexiest outfit and waited for John to come home.
He arrived at his usual time, just before 6:00. I met him at the door and casually told him that I had a date and that he was on his own for dinner, he was a bit surprised.
"What do you mean, you have a date? You mean with some of your lady friends?"
"Just what I said, I have a date and it's not with any of my lady friends, so don't wait up, I may be late. It depends on whether I get lucky or not." I really rubbed it in, trying to get to him.
It worked, the look of disbelief on his face was priceless, he was flabbergasted, but before he had a chance to say anything more, I left, and slammed the door behind me. 'I loved the look on his face,' I chuckled to myself.
He recovered from his shock in time to rush out the front door and wave frantically at me, as I backed out of the driveway and sped down the street. He was trying to get me to come back, but instead of stopping, I tooted the horn and waved goodbye.
I smirked with some degree of self-satisfaction as I imagined what might have been going through his mind. 'He'll squirm until I get home, serves him right,' I thought to myself. I had a date, and by damn, I was more determined than ever to get laid.
I arrived at Bernie's about ten minutes early and Harvey was already there. I was somewhat surprised to find the place packed with Happy Hour revelers, but Harvey managed to save a seat for me at the bar. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, it was Friday.
He rose from his seat and hugged me, "well, Rene, I haven't seen you for a couple of years, but you look even more beautiful than I can remember."
'Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought.' "Thanks, you smooth talker you, you look pretty good yourself."
He wasted no time, we had ordered a couple of drinks, we babbled about nonsensical things, trying to compete with the high noise level, and before we finished the drink, he said, "why don't we go to my place? It's a lot quieter, and we can talk without having to shout over the din in this place. You apparently have something important to talk about or you wouldn't have asked to meet me."
"OK, sounds good to me, it is damn noisy in here."
He seemed pleasantly surprised at how readily I accepted, and took action before I changed my mind. He paid the tab and said, "I know you offered to buy, but this is on me. Why don't you hop in your car and follow me." I thanked him and we proceeded out of the lounge and into our cars.
I followed him to his home, which wasn't very far from where John and I lived, pulled in behind him and waited until he emerged from the garage. We went inside and he asked me what I'd like to drink.
"Surprise me."

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