Lauren's Revenge
Chapter 2

I had hoped that two doors and a length of hallway would swallow the
din rising from my bedroom.  It wasn't enough that my wife had
decided to punish me for my two-night stand by having her own
affair. Or that she had chosen my biggest rival from the office as
the man she'd take to bed. No, Lauren compounded these acts by
forcing me to first witness her seduction from the bedroom closet
and to now listen to their all-night gymnastics from my place in the
guest bedroom.

	The real humiliation of the evening, however, came in seeing
and hearing my wife cast off the reserve that had cloaked our sex
life. In the company of Richard's longer, thicker cock, Lauren
became a howling, begging seductress. To be sure, I had never
fancied myself a great lover. But Lauren's elaborate production
became the magnifying glass through which I saw each of my
shortcomings as Richard introduced my wife to new levels of
fulfillment. With both rising excitement and dread, I watched this
man elicit in just one night sexual responses that I'd been unable
to unleash in my wife in our dozen years together.  The experience
left me a curled in a shivering ball, crying into my pillow and
praying for sleep- -or even death; anything to shut my ears to
another round of my wife's new-found orgasmic scream.

	All night the stabbing sounds rushed over me. Around 2 or 3,
it was Richard's roar that stirred me. "Yeah, baby. Drink my cum."
Needless to say, in a dozen years of wonderful cocksucking, Lauren
had never allowed me to climax in my mouth. An hour later, more or
less, it was Lauren's searing wails begging Richard to pluck her
anal cherry. Each time the sounds of their lust triggered a
compulsive round of frenzied masturbation--acts that only multiplied
my despair.

	I did eventually sleep, if only long enough to be awakened by
Lauren brushing the sweaty hair from my forehead. "Time for work,"
she whispered, in a voice so gentle that I momentarily wondered if
it had all been a nightmare. But as my eyes focused, reality set in.
I was not in my bed and my wife sat beside me unashamedly wearing
nothing more than the signs of her night's activity. Her hair
splayed out in all directions, thick with both their sweat.  Her
skin was still flushed from her lover's embraces, and bruises were
evident on her breasts. She sat with her legs spread open just
enough for me to see that sometime during the night she'd shaved off
all her pubic hair (dimly I remembered hearing a running shower).
What I knew could only be dried cum coated the thick, raw labia.

	Still, there was tenderness in her manner. She stroked my
forehead and looked deeply into my eyes. "You okay?" Her tone
wavered with genuine concern. "I honestly don't know." I pawed at my
eyes, suddenly ashamed for her to see the wet, red rims. Lauren bent
toward me, and I eagerly accepted her kiss. Instantly I was overcome
by a thick, bitter taste, a taste that could only be the remains of
Lauren's newly expanded cocksucking talent. She drove her tongue
deeply into my mouth before I squirmed from her grasp. The tender
manner was gone, replaced by a belittling smirk. "Remember, my
darling husband: You have no one to blame but yourself." She rose
and walked from the bed, stopping just inside the door. "Tell Mr.
Harrison that Richard will be late getting to work this morning. I'm
sure you and Jessie shared a quickie in the morning, and I want to
give myself the same pleasure." "Actually," I said, the last strain
of pride I could muster rising in my voice, "we didn't." "Too bad.
For what it's cost you, you should have really enjoyed yourself. Or
were you simply not up to that task either?"

	And then she left. Too soon I heard hers and Richard's
laughter, spurred no doubt by her recounting of  each humiliation.
After my shower, I dressed to Richard's thunderous praising of yet
another blow job. Stepping into the hall, I saw Lauren had left open
the door to our bedroom. There they lay: Richard on top of her, my
wife's legs hooked around his waist, their bodies slapping against
each other hard and steadily. That sound played in my mind all
morning.

I avoided Richard's office all day. I saw him once, the center of a
cluster of salesmen.  I thought nothing of it until I realized they
had stopped talking when I approached the kitchenette. I retreated
to my office, stomach churning, and very much afraid that I was near
my breaking point. Then the phone rang. "Hi, babe. How's your day
going?" Lauren's chipper voice was exactly the same as it was most
every day when she made this call. "Uh, I've had better." "Oh? You
should have gotten more sleep last night. You know how you get when
you're over- tired." I sat numbly as Lauren giggled at her joke.
"Yeah, I guess so," I finally mumbled. "I hope you're not too tired
for dinner guests tonight." "Tonight?" My mind snapped awake. "Who's
coming?" "My, my," Lauren teased. "After last night's adventure
you're still worried about who's coming..." "I meant..." "Why not
wait 'til you get home to see. It should be a great time. Make sure
to get some wine on the way home. Don't be late--it's your fantasy,
after all."

Lauren's dinner outfit was considerably milder than the lace
lingerie I'd found her in the previous evening, but she still oozed
sexuality. The mini was black and short enough to allow for an
occasional glimpse of stocking tops and garters. Her white silk
blouse, unbuttoned to reveal the edge of her lacy bra, clung to the
curve of her breasts. It wasn't new; Lauren knew the outfit never
failed to arouse me. "You can't be too angry with me," she breathed
as I hugged her to me. "Not at all," I said. "Angry at myself....
I'm so sorry, babe. I--" The push of Lauren's hand in my chest
silenced me. "Save the contrition. Now's not the time. Our guests
will be here soon." I'd just opened the wine when the bell rang.
Immediately the door swept opened and Richard walked in. "Hi, honey,
I'm home," he sang out, laughing hysterically at the cliche. He
swept my wife into his arms and kissed her passionately. "Miss me?"
"You bet," Lauren sighed, and dropped her lips onto his again. The
now familiar ripple passed through my stomach as I found myself
unable to look away. Lauren broke the kiss and turned back to the
door. "And you," she said, "must be Jessie. Please come in." So
mesmerized was I by Richard's entry that I hadn't realized the
person with him. And not just any person. He'd brought
Jessie--another saleswoman from the office. The saleswoman--the one
with whom I'd spent two night during a recent sales conference.

	"Please forgive my husband, Jessie. He's having a rough time."
The two women hugged as if they'd know each other for decades. "I'm
so glad you could come on such short notice." Nothing in Jessie's
appearance suggested her notice was short. Her hair was
perfect--swept up in a carefully arranged chaos of blonde curls. The
shimmering mound of gold appeared almost electric over her short
black dress, a look accented by a large gold necklace. She was
stunning--more so even than the night she'd teased me into her bed.
The night that had led to last night and, now, this one. Jessie,
Lauren and Richard engaged in small talk around me as I tried to
unpuzzle what the night promised. At Lauren's instruction, I served
the wine and finished preparing the dining room table. The meal
passed in a blur, but even in my confused state I could feel the
undercurrent of excitement. Lauren seemed particularly eager to have
the last plate cleared away and usher us all into the family room.

	From the cabinet I produced a bottle of liqueur, filling
glasses for each of us. "To good times," proposed Lauren, then
reached over to tap the hand in which I held my glass. "Maybe you
should pass, dear. You wouldn't want another case of the droopsies."
I could only stare at my wife as the three of them laughed and drank
to the toast. "Jessie." Lauren continued, turning to face the
saleswoman. "I feel I owe you an apology. I understand that my
husband was quite the...well, perhaps the phrase is 'let down'
during your first night together. He must have had quite a lot to
drink; he may not be the biggest stud in the barn but he usually
rises to the occasion." "Although maybe," she mocked, glancing
directly at me, "he was simply intimidated. You are quite the
ravishing woman." "Thank you," Jessie said, blushing slightly. "But
I would think your husband's quite experienced with a beautiful
women." "Hear, hear," sang out Richard, raising his glass to the two
women. "You're too kind," Lauren said, but I could hear the sparkle
Jessie's compliment produced in Lauren's voice. "I do hope, though,
that his second-night performance was up to your expectations?"

	Jessie regarded me for a long moment, long enough for me to
brace myself for the revelation. "Actually, Lauren, no....but to be
honest I had no expectations. I lured your husband into bed to score
points with him. You know, sometimes you get treated better if you
sleep with the boss. Oh, he's a nice enough guy and all, but if I'd
been out for great sex, I'd have opened my door for someone like
Richard. But Richard's not my boss--your husband is. And a girl's
gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Lauren stepped over and gave
Jessie a long hug. "My philosophy exactly, dear, which is why we're
all here. As for you," Lauren turned to face me, "I don't know
whether to be angry with you or simply pity you. But I do know you
aren't forgiven, not yet."

Lauren turned again to her guest, around whose waist her arm still
curled. "As Richard may have explained to you, Jessie, I am taking
my revenge by enjoying my own infidelity. My husband has always
fantasized about seeing me with another man, and last night he saw
as much of me with Richard as he could handle. "Tonight, I intend us
all to play out his second greatest fantasy. A threesome with
another woman. He always envisioned himself in the male lead, of
course, but then that's hardly suitable for revenge. And really,
Jessie, how much fun would he be for you and me? Luckily, Richard
has consented to be our third. I think you'll find him much more to
your liking." Jessie grinned broadly, and began to unbutton her
dress. "Oh, I already have." "You *are* quite the little tramp,"
Lauren giggled, as she swatted Jessie's hands from the buttons.
"Please, let me." To my knowledge, Lauren had never seriously
listened to my threesome fantasies--much less consider the idea of
engaging in sex with another woman. Yet in front of my eyes my wife
slowly peeled down Jessie's dress, brushing her fingers over the
exposed flesh and flicking away the wisp of fabric that purported to
be a bra. One finger traced the line of her new friend's full breast
before Lauren's head leaned in to kiss the stiff, small nipple.
Jessie groaned and held  my wife's head tightly against her.

	When Lauren straightened herself, Jessie returned the favor,
and even swept away the tiny g- string that lay under Lauren's
skirt. She too burrowed into my wife's far more amble bosom and even
let her hand caress Lauren's naked pussy. Lauren tensed beneath
Jessie's first touch, then relaxed as the saleswoman's caresses grew
more insistent. At one point Lauren cast her eyes on Richard, who
also stood silently, transfixed by the women's passions. "This is
going to be more fun than I thought it would." Her words seemed to
awaken Richard, who moved beside the pair. Almost reluctantly they
turned to him, Jessie working to open his shirt as Lauren knelt to
release his pants. He wore no briefs, and Lauren ushered his already
stiff cock into her mouth. Richard kissed Jessie deeply, then looked
across the room at me, flashing an arrogant, mocking smile. He
adjusted his stance, making sure I could see my wife's face on his
cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes closed in
concentration. His hand laid loose on the back of her head and I
realized he was steadily pushing himself deeper into Lauren's mouth.
She stiffened for just a moment, then recovered, allowing his whole
cock into her. Their moans rose in unison, as did my own, and I
climaxed in my pants without so much as a touch of my hand.

	Richard had far more control. With difficulty, he pulled
Lauren's face from his crotch and pushed her toward Jessie's wet and
naked pussy. A long sigh escaped the younger woman's mouth as Lauren
tongue went unhesitantly to work. Jessie slid her feet further apart
to brace against my wife's assault, and was soon rocking her pelvis
against Lauren's mouth. Encouraging Jessie's orgasm, Richard began
to twist her nipples between his fingers. Jessie's hands flew down
to guide my wife's head, and her body trembled as she rocked against
her lovers' attacks. "Oh, yes," she whispered over and over. In a
moment her words ran together in a single cry and her skin flushed
bright across her chest and face. If Richard hadn't caught her in
his arms, I honestly think she'd have fallen to the floor. Lauren,
still on her knees, looked almost as close to orgasm. For an
instant, I considered ripping off my soaked pants and planting my
already-renewed erection between her legs. But just as fast my wife
fell onto her back, raising and spreading her legs before Richard.
"Fuck me like I've never been fucked before," she demanded. Easing
Jessie onto the couch, Richard fell on my wife and buried his large
shaft in just one shove. It took exactly four pumps before Lauren
soared into her own climax.

	Richard held himself above my wife's body as her orgasm passed
through her, then rolled their bodies over. As Lauren collected
herself, she positioned herself to face me, one hand grasping the
shaft of Richard's still steel-hard erection, the other hand
spreading her pussy to show where the shaft disappeared. Her eyes
locked on me as she raised herself to flick the invading cockhead
back and forth against her clit. "Jessie," she said at last, "would
you help my little hubby with his wet clothes. He seems to have had
an accident." Then she lowered herself onto Richard's cock and began
her now-familiar chorus of pleasure. "C'mon," said Jessie, "we have
to get you ready." Even as she pulled off my clothes, I could tell
she was equally caught up in watching my wife slide up and down on
Richard's shaft. "You are a fool," she whispered in my ear. "Even
I'm not worth fucking when you've already got a sensual, sexy woman
like her." I started to explain that this sensual, sexy woman had
never shown any of this sensual, sexy nature before last night. But
another loud groan, this one from Richard, drowned my lame words.
"Is he ready?" Lauren panted between Richard's warning gasps. "Hard
and stripped." Jessie trumpeted. "Lay down, boy," my wife said,
waving an arm at the floor next to Richard. "I want you ready to
receive me." "Do it," Jessie spit in my ear, pushing me forward.

	As Jessie directed my body alongside my rival's, Richard's
hips leaped off the floor. Lauren clutched his chest, her body
swaying as she rode his orgasmic tidal wave. Their rocking
continuing for well over a minute. Finally, as Richard's body
twitched beside me, Lauren caught me in her eyes clouded with lust.
"You want to play too?" "Yes!" My cock stood so hard it hurt me. "It
occurred to me that you've had me, of course, and you've had
Jessie--or at least you tried to. But for you to fully experience
this threesome, you need to have everyone. So, open up
husband...here comes Richard." Swiftly, she lifted herself from
Richard's cock, stepped over my body and began to lower herself onto
my face. Jessie knelt above my head and gripped my ears just as
started to turn away. I stared into my wife's cunt, gaping and
rubbed raw as I'd never seen it, and oozing with another man's cum.
I locked my lips as the wetness spread over my face and the smell of
wet pussy and semen flooded my nose. I was going to fight this last
humiliation.

	Then I felt Lauren's hand grab my faltering cock. "Put that
tongue to use or you'll never use this again," she growled and
tightened her grip for effect. It took one more squeeze before my
lips loosened and I slid my tongue into her dripping tunnel. "That's
better," she sighed, and contracted her pussy muscles to dispel a
thick wad of semen. "Jessie told me she thought your tongue was your
best asset....I couldn't agree more. Hell, it may even be your
biggest!" Between my wife's thighs, I could hear the three of them
laugh. Above me, my wife rocked her body, squeezing my head between
her legs and keeping a firm grasp on my ears to steer my tongue's
action. She rode my face, even after I'd taken in all her lover's
cream, until a mild tremor passed through her. As Lauren rolled off
my face. I was greeted by the sight of Jessie slipping Richard's
rejuvenated cock into her pussy. Lauren spread herself alongside
them, kissing first Jessie's mouth, then Richard's, while her hands
massaged both their bodies. "I think," she said to me, without
actually looking at me, "that you've had as much fun with your
threesome as you're going to. There's fresh sheets on the bed in the
guest room. Try not to get these as wet as you did last night. I'll
see you in the morning."

Sleeping was slightly less difficult this night; perhaps I was
sufficently exhausted to block out the noises that first floated up
the stairs and later, from the master bedroom. Maybe Richard and
Lauren lacked the stamina to repeat the previous night's pace and
volume. The last sound I remember were the satisfied sighs of Lauren
and Jessie who, at least in my mind's eye, were locked in a
passionate sixty-nine. I don't know how they fared, but my own
climax left me unconscious.

I did see Lauren in the morning, sitting again at the edge of my
bed, stroking the damp hairs on my forehead. She was still naked.
But unlike the flushed, sweaty sex cat who'd teased me the previous
dawn, Lauren smelled of peach-scented soap and shampoo. She leaned
down to kiss me and stayed; our lips held each other for what seemed
like a blessed eternity. I drank in her tenderness and love. "Take
it easy," she whispered at last, pulling away the sheet and laying
her body next to mine. "I told Richard to tell Mr. Harrison you
wouldn't be in today." I looked into Lauren's face, unsure who I'd
see there. Gone was the anger; instead I found by the smile of the
woman I'd lived with for so many years. "But what..." I stumbled,
regrouped and tried again. "I thought...." I gave up and fell
against her, nearly sobbing. "Lauren, I'm sorry....I'm sorry..."
"Yes, I know. I knew when Jessie told me she'd taken you to bed in
an attempt to sleep her way to the top. I really knew when she said
you had problems the second night. I mean, she's a helluva lover.
Only a man who loved his wife would have problems getting it up for
her." "What about you....you still love me? And what about
Richard....or even Jessie?" "I was hurt and I was angry. I took my
revenge in the only way I could think of. That's over now."

"You didn't look too angry riding Richard's cock." Lauren blushed,
then pulled my body over hers. "Let's just say I had a bit more fun
than I expected too. And now I can't wait to teach you everything I
learned!"

The End

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