It was working. Now to put my plan into action. Pulling my wife closer to me I put my arm around her and stroked her hair.

Tight, you need to meet the armoury officer in ten minutes." She was lying through her teeth, but she knew he did not want a meeting when he asked her that. He looked at his father, Lydia smiled sweetly at the two lads. "Hello, guy's. I'm going to get changed, pour me one of those will you darling? Maybe it'll fend off the bug you've got! Lydia and Joel were still kissing passionately and I arched an eyebrow in semi-surprise as I saw her lift her hips from the sofa to allow her panties to be removed. I looked on as their tongues entwined in a smooth ballet of lust and Lydia let her legs fall open to expose her clean shaved pussy. My looking was much more subdued from then on. There were candidates for my affection from the office and from the café I went once a week, but no one won the nomination much less the title of lover.

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Revenge: a dish best served cold, or eaten cold? I can never quite remember. Whatever. One thing was certain, though; revenge on my cheating wife was what I wanted and revenge was what I was going to get! One night, months later, Cal came home anxious to talk about his work which was rare. He said that had just hired a new man on his team. He was excited about the new man's experience and ideas. Cal told me he would have to work late a few nights to get the new man up to speed on the current projects. I knew that phrase 'needing to work late' was used by my colleagues at work as a euphemism for having an affair after hours. I thought about his possibilities for a mistress. His secretary was a bit older than us, but she was abundant in breasts and butt. All the other female employees were married, but in my office that didn't seem to make much a difference. There were plenty of options for him to choose from. I was wearing the same outfits to work for years, sometimes by repairing one that had torn or stained. I went without makeup - as far as Cal knew. In reality, I begged my friends for makeup they didn't want. I wore their leftovers at the office and made sure I cleaned it off before going home. One day I forgot to remove the makeup, and Cal was livid. On one hand, Cal said I was so pretty I didn't need makeup. On the other, according to him, I was sabotaging our future by foolish spending. When he found out it was given to me, it was even worse. He yelled even more about how embarrassed I should be to accept charity from others. He looks up at me again. "She's not really cheating on me. I mean...I know she's sleeping with other guys." He looks around the bar again. He leans across the table and says lowly, "We've been doing it almost our whole marriage. Sometimes I find her a guy. Sometimes she finds one. She has sex with them..." He stops and looks down at the table again. He takes another drink through the straw and swirls the straw in the glass. The ice clinks against the side of the glass.

And you want me to have sex with your wife? While you watch," I say as I slide my fingers up and down the wet bottle. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about Jay and Julia. Naturally, my mind drifts to Rebecca. I loved her or at least I think I loved her. But how can you have loved someone so much then yet hate so much now? I like it, the compensator makes difference." He said as he suggestively swept the weapon, held it for just a few seconds on his father, who went white. Craig and Joel appeared a few minutes later. I showed them into the lounge and poured them both a good measure of scotch. Adding one for myself, we settled down and I hit the remote to power up the wide screen TV and switched channels until I'd found the football game that I knew was showing. I hope you enjoy living with my cheating, slut wife. And Matilda, I hope you're happy with your choices. Now do both of you agree to my demands?"We managed to break away and return separately. Julie stared daggers at me. Cal looked clueless. Julie made sure she was the only one to dance with Paul the rest of the night. I was still decompressing from my first kiss from Paul. This is a Mixed Martial Arts dojo." She handed him some forms as well as a brochure. "We work with veterans with PTSD, broken marriages. People come here to pound the shit out of things and others, willingly. I promise you that my husband and I will make a difference." The only problem we've had with him at work has been that every woman in our office spends their time drooling whenever Paul is around. They get nothing done when he comes out of his office. Paul has told me that he would not hit on any women he worked with. Too bad the women that work with us haven't promised me the reverse." Damn! You know, Mike, I think you were right. I'm feeling a little dizzy now, perhaps I am coming down with this food bug."

When Friday night arrives I drive downtown immediately after work. I rent a room at a motel and get ready for Jay and Julia to arrive. I was able to get the room I wanted, on the ground floor and on the end. The room is small with a double bed, barely working television, and dirty bathroom. I expected that since this motel is in a rough part of town. Well, I'm not a girlfriend, yet, but everything I've seen and heard from him so far makes me wish I were. Any hints for me on how to proceed with him?" One night I was working late as was typical for me at the time, except I couldn't get any work done. I was just thinking about Rebecca and our marriage. I worked too much and I knew it. I decided to drop what I was doing, put in for a few vacation days, and take her on a romantic vacation. I left work and went home to make plans. Okay honey, I will talk to the others." She hung up and tried his door. It opened. He was just coming out of the shower. She walked to him and put her arms around him. Jay! Jay, look at me," I say sternly. He looks up at me with his head still hanging down. "Lift your head up and look at me," I tell him. He lifts his head up.If you want to," he says. "But I don't have to watch. She'll at least want me in the house somewhere." Paul again apologized, "I'm sorry, Loretta. I hope you don't think I'm being crude. It's difficult for me not to get turned on dancing with a woman as beautiful as you. I'm sorry." That's enough Dan. Can't you see you're upsetting her. Stop this right now!" he commanded in a loud strong voice. Let's have one then." Michael had tested them already, but Cindy had texted the manager, making sure he did not reveal that fact.

No, this will work, Jay," Julia says. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" she asks, her head turned to look at him. Look, it just a bunch of people who want to beat the shit out of each other in a safe way. It normally ends with everybody in a bar, joking and teasing as friends." Sybil's demeanor was much more restrained than Brandy, but effective none the less. He laughed appropriately at Paul's jokes, paid focused attention to anything he said, and she often put her hand on his arm to show subtle affection. I was jealous. I would have loved to get my hands on Paul - anywhere.Matilda, it seems you're mistaking sensitivity for weakness. You know damn well I easily get aroused, hell, I get aroused watching porn movies, but I don't want to be in the movie. And let me be clear, I never encouraged you. I simply listened and allowed you to act on your choices. I always ended our conversations by asking you what you wanted. You made your own choices.