Lauren's Revenge
by WriteOn	(writeon606@hotmail.com)

"Are you ready to play?" Lauren called out as soon as I entered the
house. I followed her sensuous coaxing into the bedroom. By the time
I found her draped over the bed, her syllables were slutting
together in soft moans. "Oh,  baby...I can't wait to be all filled
up." And I couldn't wait to comply! Just as I was set to leap upon
her, my wife pulled herself off our bed. She held me at arm's
length, reducing me to an eyes-only ravishing.	Her gown was new and
delicious; a combination of lace and silk that elegantly revealed
her equally new and delicious black lace bra, thong, garter belt and
stockings beneath. Lauren has the lines of a Victoria Secret
model--slender but with a generous swelling under her bra and
breathtaking curves down her torso, hips and thighs. Hers is a body
to get lost in.

	"You like what you see?" she purred, stepping in close to me
even as she gently pushed back my arms as they tried to encircle
her. "Yesss," I hissed, my voice signaling the explosion building
within me. "Perfect," she whispered. Her tongue brushed over my ear,
her hot breath fanning the flames she had so quickly lit in me. "I
want you on fire tonight." Her hands flashed before me, brushing my
sport coat off my shoulders, then quickly moving to loosen my tie
and unbutton my shirt. Even as I slipped it off, her fingers
released my belt and the buttons that held up my pants. She peeled
my briefs to the floor, finishing as I kicked off my shoes and
socks. I stood naked before her. I'd never been stripped so quickly
and efficiently.

	"What's the rush?" I teased, running my against her as she
stood. "You were late getting home...and I have such plans for
tonight." "How promising..." Lauren chuckled and stopped just long
enough to meet my eyes. She held them with a fiery stare. "You have
no idea." Something in that look disturbed me, and my momentary
puzzlement gave Lauren the opportunity she was looking for. With a
quick shove, she pushed my frame into a rollaway chair that I hadn't
noticed behind me. Before I could react, she spun me around and
pulled back both my arms. The feel of soft rope coiling around my
wrists didn't necessarily alarm me, as Lauren and I have often bound
each other to some degree as part of our sex play. In fact, I didn't
feel any sense of alarm until she'd immobilized my feet as well and
began rolling the chair into the large walk-in closet.

	Once inside, Lauren stood before me, inspecting her work.
Slowly she lifted her gown above her waist, then straddled my lap.
She squirmed against me, working herself against me until I felt the
soft hairs that spilled from her g-string tickling my naked
erection. She leaned forward to rub the satiny gown against my bare
nipples. I moaned in appreciation. "You like?" she whispered. "Oh
yeah..." "I'll bet Jessie never did this for you." Jessie. Oh, god.
Jessie was one of the field reps I managed. Two months previous, at
a sales convention, she'd wound up in my bed for a couple nights.
"Oh, god....Listen to me, Lauren. I didn't mean for that to happen.
You don't understand..." Lauren's voice cut off my protest. "Did you
sleep with her?"

	Tied in a chair, naked, with my wife on my lap, it was
impossible to look away. But I tried. "Did you sleep with her? Yes
or no?" "Yes." "And did you fuck her?" Lauren rarely speaks of sex
in any words but euphemisms, so the explicit phrasing of the
question startled me. "Yes," I whispered. "For two nights?" By now I
could only nod. "I think I understand--at least as much as I need or
want to. One night I could blame on booze, or temporary insanity.
Two nights means *you* wanted her. You wanted to fuck that blonde
pair of tits. You took her to bed and then you asked her back. And
everyone there knew it."

	Lauren's hand yanked my chin up until her eyes locked into
mine. "How can I ever see the people you work with again? You were a
prick, and an indiscreet one at that. You've humiliated me."
"Lauren, I'm sorry...I...I'm...sorry..." Lauren chuckled again, the
sound rising from the back of her throat and washing over me like a
thick blanket. "No," she whispered, her hand tightening under my
chin and her face bearing down on mine. "Not nearly as sorry as you
will be." Lauren pushed herself off my lap and stepped out of the
closet. "Don't look so confused, dear. I'm about to fulfill one of
your great fantasies.  Watch me--and enjoy...if you can. Just
remember, humiliation is a two-way street." And then the door swung
shut.

	From my seat, I could peer between the closet door's louvers
and see out into the room. It was just as I'd said it would be in
the innumerable fantasies about seeing my wife make love to another
man--that was of course the fantasy Lauren referred to; I'd often
whispered it to her as we watched porn flicks or traded midnight
confessions. I'd even held out the slim hope that one day I'd see it
come true. Now I prayed that Lauren had meant something else. And
then the doorbell rang. "See me soon," Lauren said as she walked
from the room. From downstairs I heard the front door open and then
mumbled voices.

For the next...I don't know, half hour?...I strained to make sense
of the odd noises that filtered up the stairs and into my closet
prison. The discomfort of my trussed up limbs paled in comparison to
not knowing who was downstairs reaping the benefit of my stupidity.
I cursed the drunkenness that led me to follow Jessie to her room,
and the ego that goaded me into begging for a chance to improve my
sodden performance. I'd hoped my overwhelming guilt afterward would
be the only price I'd have to pay, that I could simply spend the
rest of my life trying to forget the stupid thing I'd done. But I
had been indiscreet--drunk fools have that tendency. People had
seen. And obviously someone had told. As I ran through my list of
possible squealers, the indistinct voices from downstairs grew
closer and clearer as my wife and her soon-to-be lover moved up the
stairs. Then, I heard *his* voice. "As beautiful as you look, my
dear, I'd follow you anywhere." I had my rat.

	But it was Richard who was about to have my wife. Even as they
stepped into my line of sight, I saw Richard's hand slowing tracing
the curve of Lauren's ass. Lauren positioned herself directly in
front of the closet door, even managing to look directly at my
hiding place as she pulled the ribbon that held closed the filmy
gown. I fought back the agonizing cry that climbed in my throat as I
watched my biggest rival in the company brush the silk and lace down
my wife's arms. My gut burned and tears formed in my eyes as
Richard's eyes drank in the vision of my nearly naked wife. "You
ain't seen nothing yet," my wife cooed. She was talking to Richard,
but I was sure her words were intended for my ears. "Neither have
you," Richard chuckled. He started to undo his belt. Lauren placed
her hands on his, stopping the action. "No, let me." Slowly, my wife
began to undo Richard's shirt, carefully working free the buttons
and pausing every two or three to run her hands over the skin
beneath the cloth. She stepped closer to him as she worked, pushing
her legs and crotch against his. When Richard's shirt fell to the
floor, she clasped herself to him in a long, wet kiss.

	"Oh, god," Richard panted as they pulled apart. "And to think
all this time I thought you didn't like me." "Foolish boy...I'm not
my husband." "Speaking of foolish boys..." Richard laughed again.
"How could he fuck around with a sexy woman like you is at home?
Imagine what he'd say if he could see us now?" "Just imagine,"
Lauren said as she again brought her mouth to his. When their lips
separated, Lauren knelt before her new lover, massaging Richard's
legs as she zeroed in on his belt. "Just why are the two of you
such..." "Enemies?" supplied Richard. "Because we compete. Over
everything. The boss's attention. Parking spaces. The corner
offices. Customers even. What I have he wants. And what he has, I
want." Richard's words grew thicker as Lauren moved her massaging
hands to the front of his pants. "Ummm," she sighed, "and what you
have, I want." Her fingers undid Richard's belt and pants button,
and I heard his zipper slide down as Lauren tugged off trousers. I
could barely make up Lauren's whispered "oh my" as she ran her small
hand over the bulge that strained beneath the silk briefs. But I
could plainly see that Richard's cock was larger than mine.

	"I know something that you have that my husband most
definitely doesn't," Lauren said at last, her fingers working into
the waistband and pulling down his briefs. "And now I want it."
Lauren gasped as Richard's cock sprang into full view, which was
lucky for me, as her exclamation covered up my own involuntary gasp.
I had no inkling that Richard boasted such an impressive rod between
his legs. He was easily eight inches long and thick--maybe half
again as thick as me. Lauren stroked it reverently for a minute,
then straightened herself to move her mouth above his large cock.

	Now it was Richard's turn to gasp.  Even though Lauren could
take barely more than the head into her mouth on her first attempt,
my wife produces marvelous effects with her lips and tongue. I
pulled against my bounds to get a better view of my wife as she
struggled to tame this beast, her mouth driving down over its
length, steadily forcing herself to take in more and more of the
shaft. Her breasts, still encased in lace, danced with her effort
and deep breathing, and beads of sweat erupted along her hairline.
Lauren's hands rose over Richard's legs until they clutched at my
co-worker's ass, pulling him further into her mouth while attempting
to control his involuntary thrusts. "That's it, baby," Richard
growled. "I knew your pretty boy hadn't given you anything like
this. You love my big cock, don't ya?" Lauren raised her eyes to
meet Richard's and made noises of assent. But she wasn't about to
remove her mouth from this cock she was so clearly enjoying.  Her
eagerness in responding to Richard's words cut into me; I'd been so
mesmerized by their act that I'd momentarily forgotten that this
passionate woman was my wife and the object of her lust was the
person I loathe more than any other. But now I realized that Lauren
act of revenge was quickly turning into an act of passion.

	As if to confirm this realization, Lauren pulled back until
the wet, fleshy rod stood outside her mouth. She kissed its head
once, then twice more rapidly. "I can't wait," she gasped, looking
up at Richard's flushed and swearing face. "I've got to feel that
cock in me." Richard helped my wife rise, then held her against him,
kissing her roughly. His hands raking through her hair and over the
sensuous curves of her flesh. Lauren broke the kiss and again urged
him to the bed, but her lover's athletic muscles easily held firm.
His right hand slid across her breasts, then grasped the lacy
material between her breasts. With a quick tug, he ripped it from
her chest. Lauren squealed, then pushed away the little panties.
Even from my distance I could see what little fabric there was was
dark with her excitement.

	She grabbed Richard's cock in her hand, and ground her now
exposed bush against it. "Fuck me with this" she spat at him. "Don't
you understand? I've got to have your cock in my pussy." Richard
laughed and gave my wife a quick shove, enough to send her sprawling
onto the bed. Lauren's legs instantly fell apart, exposing her wet
and eager cunt to both our eyes. "Fuck me...." she begged again.
Richard's body moved between her legs, limiting my view. But from
his movements I could tell he taken hold of his cock and was
dragging it up and down along my wife's slit. "My god, Lauren, your
pussy is dripping," he said, half teasing, but also honestly amazed.
"You act like you've never been fucked before." "I haven't...I mean,
I have....but not by a dick like yours..." Lauren was panting, and I
could see her hips pushing into the air in an effort to impale
herself on Richard's wandering cock. "Please...."

	But Richard had no intention of cutting off her torture. He
did this in office all the time, starting an announcement, then
veering off onto a tangent until his audience was begging for him to
drop the other shoe. It was the sort of egotistical act that made me
despise him; now I hated him even more for forcing my wife to admit
how hungry she was for his cock. "I think I need a drink." Richard
chuckled and dropped to one knee. As he lowered his face to my
wife's pussy, Lauren let out a wail of desperation that soon slipped
into an extended groan of pleasure. "No.....Oh, please..." she
continued to beg, but between each phrase was a yelp of impending
eruption. "Please give me that cock. I've got to have it." With
that, Lauren's words disappeared in the long cry that I knew meant
she'd crossed the peak and was now falling through an intense
orgasm. I waited for her to push Richard away, as she is always
hyper-sensitive at the peak of coming, unable to be licked or even
touched. But at that moment, Richard rose from the floor, pushed
open my wife's legs and thrust himself deep into Lauren's pulsating
cunt.

	My wife's scream shattered me, and I longed to burst from my
cell to rescue her. But even the adrenaline rushing through me
couldn't overcome the knots she secured me with. And then, as the
next shock wave of sound rushed over me, I realized my wife's cries
were not of anguish but of passion. As the sound shaped into words,
it was Lauren begging for "More!" and "Harder!" and "Faster!"  The
completeness of my wife's surrender to my co-worker pounded me, and
I fell back into my prison, devastated at the sight I could not turn
away from. My wife and her lover fucked with an energy I'd not seen
in even the rawest porn movie, and had certainly never experienced
myself. Through it all, Lauren filled our ears, exhorting Richard to
bury his fat cock in her pussy. It was this total abandonment of her
usual reserve that destroyed whatever ego I'd maintained to that
moment. I was certain that my life with Lauren would never be the
same--or even if I would any longer have a life with Lauren.

	After a time--I have no idea how long--Richard rolled from
between my wife's legs. I assumed he'd finally shot his load, but
instead he allowed Lauren to climb above him. She positioned herself
to face away from him, and to look directly at my closet cell. Her
eyes stared straight at me, and I felt as if she could see the wet
trails that lined my cheeks. Her eyes, in contrast, were clouded
with lust as one hand reached below her to grasp her lover's cock
while the other spread the bright red lips of her pussy to receive
his magic stick again. As he slipped inside her again, Lauren threw
her head back and moaned. "I never felt anything so fucking good."
When her eyes returned to the closet door, she was laughing long and
low between her squeals.

	Lauren quickly ran up the mountain to another orgasm,
announcing each individual pleasure along the way. I imagined myself
a prisoner subjected to an ancient water torture, with each moan and
grunt and exhortation from her mouth playing the part of another
drop falling on my head.  Twice more Lauren's voice climbed the
scale, until she again split the air with another climactic bellow.
The second time Richard came with her, and their chorus pierced my
ears and burrowed into my brain. The drops had found the crack, and
my weakened mind exploded. As Richard and Lauren's voices died out,
I realized that it was my own wailing that now filled my cell. As I
opened my eyes, Lauren stood in the open doorway. For just a moment
I thought I saw a flash of...what, concern?...play over her face,
but it was instantly replaced by a contemptuous sneer. "Seen enough?
Actually, you lasted longer than I thought you would. But I'd say
you must have enjoyed some of it." I looked down at naked body,
still tied in the chair. A river of cum ran down my chest. I hadn't
even noticed my explosion.

	Lauren untied my ropes. As she worked behind me, I caught
sight of Richard sitting on my bed. "Hey there, comrade," he said,
with all the arrogance he could muster. "Enjoy the show?" Behind me
Lauren laughed. "I can't thank you enough for being stupid enough to
fuck around on your wife," Richard continued. "Wish I'd known you
were watching, though--I'd have really put on a show." Lauren helped
me out of the chair, supporting me while I waited for my legs to
gain strength. I could feel the hot flush of sex still on her naked
skin and smell Richard's distinctive cologne mingling with her own
perfume. I reached out for her, but she avoided my hand, almost
causing me to fall into the chair again.

	"Show time is over," she announced, ushering me out of the
closet. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, as I waited for her to
tell Richard to pick up his clothes. Instead, Lauren crawled onto
the bed and wrapped her arms around her lover. One hand immediately
dropped into his lap to fondle his still formidable cock. "You'll
find some clothes and sheets in the guest room," she said to me.
"And don't forget to close the door on your way out. I don't intend
to perform for you all night." "All night?!?" "Of course." Lauren
kissed Richard's cheek as her hand continued to caress his awakening
cock. "You *did* spend the whole night with Jessie, didn't you? Or
was I misinformed?" "Lucky for Lauren I haven't had a drop tonight,"
Richard said, turning the knife. "This would be a terrible time for
a droopy cock, wouldn't you say?" "Oh, no?!? Really?" Lauren cried
in amusement. She swung her body around and settled onto Richard's
lap, her hand moving his cock into position. Her blatant display was
reawakening me, as well. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to leave them.
Even as Lauren began to work her body against Richard's, she was
still talking to me. "How pathetic of you, dear husband. I almost
feel sorry for Jessie now. I'll have to think of some way to
apologize for you."

	I closed the door to the sound of their laughter. But the
laughter quickly changed to renewed moans and cries. Even in the
guest room I could hear Lauren begging for more of my co-worker's
cock. It would be a long night.


