The flight back was uneventful. As per my plan the plane landed a few minutes after the Amsterdam flight and now I was back on terra firma no one seeing me would any the wiser.
On the flight my new found slut mode would have emerged had I not been so sore as I had been sat next to a fabulous specimen of manhood, tall, lean muscled and sporting a sizeable bulge in his pants. We had chatted most of the two hour flight away and I had given him my number just in case.
I exited the terminal and grabbed a taxi back to my office where I picked up car and set off for home. The sun was shining, I had my sun glasses on and the world felt peachy. Still though running underneath it all was the thought that something had happened, that I had done something to displease Des. I had no idea what had gone on and put it down to pure jealousy because Gill and I had hit it off so well together.
Gill, what a fabulously sexy woman. I had already decided as soon as possible I would ask her if she would like to join me at a hotel inbetween our homes for a night of girl on girl passion. I had no doubt she would accept and it would be one more way to rub my cheating husbands nose in it.
As I drove up toward my house I could see Peter's car on the drive. That puzzled me. It was Friday afternoon and only about 4:00pm I wouldn't have expected him to be home until around 5:45.
I let myself in the house and parking my suitcase in the hall went through to the kitchen, the usual hub of our house.
There was no sign of him except for the washed single cup and breakfast bowl on the sink drainer. I thought maybe he was in the home office so I called out his name as I mounted the stairs, but received no answer. I looked into the office, but it was empty, the computer monitor black and lifeless.
Now I was getting a little spooked. I glanced into his bedroom, the bed neatly made, the curtains open, nothing out of the ordinary as Peter was a very neat man.
I entered my own bedroom and took off my coat and hung it in the wardrobe. Everything looked exactly as I left it.
I made my way down the stairs and opened the lounge door. Peter sat on the centre seat of the three seat sofa his feet propped up on the coffee table a glass of what looked like brandy in his hand.
"Darling didn't you hear me come in, I did shout." I said in a rather guarded voice.
He turned his head slowly and looked me up and down. "Ah yes and how was lovely Amsterdam?" He asked in a sarcastic tone emphasising the three syllables of the name.
I suddenly got a horrible cold feeling in my stomach and reality seemed to take a side step before resuming.
"Did you enjoy the Westerkirk? And how was your gala dinner last evening?"
Now serious alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. I suddenly felt a rush of bile and swallowed it back.
"Errmmm yes it was good, I mean they were both good. What? Is something wrong?"
His face broke into a rictus smile, contempt written all over his face. I moved back to the feature chair we had in one corner and perched on the very edge. I realised I must have looked guilty, but unsure of the exact charge.
"Did you take any nice pictures, you know in the Westerkirk or at your gala dinner?"
I gulped and the cold feeling in my stomach spread to my entire body, my head pounded in time with my racing heartbeat.
I reached for my phone a futile gesture as I knew there were no pictures to show.
Peter reached for the TV remote and looking straight at me said, "I've got some pictures to show you."
He elaborately spun the remote around and then pointed it at the TV. The screen suddenly sprang to life and filled with a scene from a porn film. In it a woman with her back to the camera was riding a huge thick cock. The sound was turned low, but as Peter pressed another button I watched as the volume bar suddenly moved from mute to high volume.
Our lounge was suddenly filled with the sounds of sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, the squelch of sopping wet cunt and then the moans and gasps of the woman followed by her saying "Oh my god, fuck me Des, fuck the shit out of me, Oh you are so much better than Peter. Jesus stretch me, fill me, ohhh fuuucccck I'm cumminnnggggg."
I buried my face in my hands and groaned. How the hell had he got that video?
"No Sharon, you don't like that one? I've got another see maybe you prefer lesbian porn."
The video changes and there were Gill and I with two double enders in our arses and cunts, both howling as we thrust our buttocks together fucking each other as we did so.
"Peter, look I.... " I trailed off as he changed the video again, this time my face was clearly visible, with a cock stuck in my mouth. I was making glugging noises as the owner of the cock power fucked my mouth and it finished just as he roared and ejaculated into my throat.
I sat there stunned, my whole body felt numb. I felt vomit rise in my throat, but once again managed to swallow it down, but it left a raw acid taste at the back of my mouth.
"Now I know your next question and I will tell you in good time," said Peter his voice dripping with contempt. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when we first plan to deceive."
I started to speak, but he cut me off. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU LYING BITCH." he screamed at me.
Returning to the cold sarcastic tone he had used so far he continued, "Now I know you have a million questions so I will try to answer them as we go. Ok? Good. Now I suppose you wonder how the hell I found out? Well shortly before you phoned me on Wednesday afternoon, I had a call from Geoff your boss who apologised profusely for interupting your holiday, but was desperate to speak to you over a glitch in the IT, or some such shit. I asked him what he meant by holiday, to which he became a little flustered. I asked him weren't you in Amsterdam for the wrap up meeting and come to that wasn't he supposed to be there too? Well imagine my surprise when he instantly back tracked and said he had forgotten about that and due to a domestic issue hadn't gone, then td me he would catch you at the Amsterdam office and quickly ended the call."
I groaned as I knew the game was up. I tried to speak again, but once more Peter shut me down. I meekly accepted my fate as a single tear ran down my cheek.
"Now I wondered what the hell was going on," Peter continued, "then I remembered all your text exchanges with Steph all the little sly smiles as you tapped out your messages so I phoned her as I still had the piece of paper she wrote her number on. Well she was very surprised to hear from me and was very guarded. I told her about the call from your boss and I also told her I believed from your behaviour when you were messaging that I believed she knew about it, so where the fuck were you?"
I was sat there now in stunned silence as my plans unravelled before my eyes. Tears freely ran down my face and I knew my marriage was probably over.
"Steph was very helpful in the end. She told me what she told you, that she wouldn't lie for you. Sje told me you were in Prague and she told me who you were with. For FUCK SAKE Sharon of all the people, that fucking arrogant prick. You went with Des as his bit on the side as his WHORE." He spat the word out so hard that a small particle of spital hit my hand causing me to flinch as though I had been struck.
Peter was stood now a couple of feet in front of me. His hands were balled into fists, the knuckles white so tight were they gripped. I honestly though he was going to hit me and I shied away and cried out with fear.
"So I guess the last question is how I got those vids? Well I got Des' number from his company. I told them I had to reach you urgently as your mother was seriously ill and I had tried your number repeatedly and got no answer. God I was good I laid it on so thick that they gave me his personal number and wished you good luck for your mum. Des wasn't happy to hear from me especially when I called him an arrogant cocksucker. He lost his temper and said you were the first class cock sucker and he had video to prove it. I dared him, called his bluff, told him he was a liar as well as a shit, selfish fuck. He couldn't wait to send me those vids. Before I had even finished the call my phone was pinging as he sent them. His parting words were watch those and see what a shit fuck I am, I've taken her from you, you pathetic cunt who can't even keep his own wife."
I was angry now. Two people I trusted had betrayed me, but then it hit Peter had trusted me and I had betrayed him in spades. His betrayal of me all those years ago was a genuine cry for help and mine, mine was pure calculated revenge an act of complete self interest and vindictiveness.
I looked at him with tear stained face and started to say something, but he reached out and grabbed my jaw squeezing it hard. My lower cheeks were crushed against my bottom teeth and I tasted blood on my tongue.
"You know the thing that really hurts? I did wrong all those years ago and you have spent twelve years punishing me. You made me a sexless eunuch, you belittled me. I spent all that time trying desperately to rebuild your trust, to show you how sorry I was, and you took it all, I apologised, fuck I even told you if it made you feel better to go have an affair and you laughed and told me you were better than that and all the while it turns out you were just a dirty, bitter, whore waiting until I thought there was love back in our marriage and that there was a way forward only for you to do this, you absolute bitch."
With that he let go of my jaw, and pushed me back on the chair. I thought he might try to make me have sex with him and use me like the dirty slut I was, then memories of last night flooded my mind and I finally lost the battle with my stomach and vomitted onto the floor.
Peter looked at me and clearing his throat spat at me. "You disgusting slag."
He turned on his heels and left the room. I started to cry, sobbing in huge gulping sobs, the last thing I heard was the front door slam and at that point I must have fainted. |
