- Wed Feb 28, 2018 8:54 am
#100420
Now, those of you who have followed me so far and taken care to understand the dynamics of the situation will understand me when I say that “revenge is a dish best served cold.” What this meant to me was that if I really wanted the ultimate payback, I had to be in control of my emotions. I have told you how beautiful Chris is.
At this stage, I had a chance to fuck her again – of that I was sure. And that was a fantasy that I had dreamed of for months. Stripping her, touching her tiny waist, her stiff pencil eraser nipples, her warm, flat stomach, fit thighs, and working my finger into her blonde pussy beneath the tablecloth at a nice restaurant. Feeling her abundant lubrication. Watching her beautiful lips form a small “O” as I grazed her clit and her quiet breath against my ear as the waiter approached, saying “You’re bad.” Watching guys check her out as she walked to and from the table. I had experienced all of these things. And to desire that much leaves one subject to betrayal.
But, and believe me when I say this, revenge is not simple. Once I slid into her tight little cunt and she squeezed me with her internal muscles and whispered how good it felt and how she was going to be the best wife ever – prettier, she would say, than a billionaire’s wife – and whispered how she was going to milk the cum out of my hairy balls and how I was the best lover she had ever had. I mean, let’s get real, I’m not a monster. I had loved her and she had betrayed me, but there are always reasons to forgive, right?
So, I had studied the subject of payback. Most guys screwing their ex-wives are more likely to commit suicide than homicide if you know what I mean.
I needed to bolster my resolve and be absolutely at one with my purpose. I had been able to withstand her beauty in a restaurant when she lied to me and asked for money, but what if I were to get back into the oh, so comfortable rhythm of married life (which, believe or not, I loved). I tell you this: Know Thyself! I was not ready to handle her going full-force at me. I would be twisted up again and my family (who saw more clearly the selfish bitch she was than I ever had) who just shake their hands and roll their eyes. I would be just one more victim, sucked down the whirlpool of cunthood.
I needed to understand more than I did about her and I needed to have self-mastery.
You will remember that, according to her story, her boss had pursued her. She had yielded. Now the hidden cam showed her to be a liar in at least some respects. The old hairy bastard had certainly got his rocks off barebacking a blonde woman (my wife!) decades younger than himself, but she did not act the role of victim; she had been a more than enthusiastic participant. I still remember vividly her drawing her legs up to her chest and urging the hairy-backed bastard to “give it to me.” She denied screwing her co-worker despite the rumors. She said my friend had tried to blackmail her into spreading for her – the same friend that had urged me to get a hidden cam to catch her (which I did - but not the system he had expected which might have given him remote access). Her former fiancé Mark told a compelling story of how she had participated in his torment by becoming a fuck toy for the Resident Assistant, Ralph, just down the hallway when she was a 19 year old co-ed. I decided to get to the bottom of things and figure out what was really going on.
She had asked me for money and I led her on. I encouraged her to believe that I would help her. I, of course, needed to know the depth of her problem. In my work I am quite familiar with reviewing balance sheets and financial records, so I asked her to show me where she was at. She would be squirming beside me as I reviewed the credit card bills, hot to trot as usual, but I was cool and kept her on task. She was tens of thousands of dollars in debt with no job and cut off from her parents. In terms of financial desperation, she was exactly where I would want her. Even if I wanted to get with her, no way would I step back into the role I had had as her husband. Being an EX-husband has its advantages! I had divorced her – could I get the cheese without getting caught in the trap? I smile at the idea. “I have some ideas,” I said coolly, “I’m sure I can get this squared away.” She turned on her smile and, I knew to certainty from her body language, that she would have fucked me right on my dining room table right then if I had yielded the slightest bit. One kiss and my hands would slide up her blouse along her ribs and tight abs, another peck and I would be sucking her pink eraser nipples, another and … well.
Here’s the point. Think ahead. And then what. Where would that take me? Back down the whirlpool. She would be “confused” as to what she wanted. Blah. Blah. More misery.
So, her finances were in shambles and I had the whip hand. If only I let the big head rule.