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  With a great exhalation, he collapsed on her. She rubbed her cheek against his, luxuriating in that wonderful feeling of his weight on her. So reassuring. She didn't want this moment to end. They were together again; she had her husband back. She thwarted that bitch. Trust was fragile, a vase that would fall to the floor at the slightest nudge, shattering into a thousand pieces, and it was so hard to put back together. But love was a fantastic glue.

  Frank rolled off her, pulling Evie to his side. She pillowed her head on his chest, savoring the warmth and the rise and fall of his chest, her black hair spread out across his pecs. His hand stroked her back, tracing down to her rear.

  “Why did she do it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

  “I don't know.” Her anger reignited. “But I'm going to get her back.”

  “Revenge?”

  “She messed with the wrong wife.”

  His grin widened as she told him her plan.

  Chapter Four: Naughty Revenge

  Grace woke up in her bed, stretching in her silken sheets, the pool boy stretched out beside her, a compact Latino with nut-brown skin and the smile of a rogue. She had pulled him into her bed the moment Thomas, her husband, had left for work, giving the young stud a vigorous workout. She savored fucking her lovers in her marital bed, mussing the sheets as she violated her vows—it was so naughty.

  She rolled out of bed, walking across the room, enjoying the feel of her lover's passion leaking down he thighs—so filthy. “How should I amuse myself tonight?” she wondered aloud. Yesterday had been such fun. The pain in Frank's eyes had been so enjoyable, and she wondered if she could twist the dagger even more.

  She found her phone, looking up Frank's phone number as she gazed at the naked form of...Ernesto? The pool boy's name hardly mattered, all that mattered was that fantastic cock and the eagerness he had pounded her pussy until she erupted like volcano. Thomas couldn't even last long enough for her to come close to an orgasm as he gasped and wheezed atop her. Luckily, her husband, pushing sixty, didn't have much of a sex drive.

  “Hello,” a weary voice answered.

  “Hi, Frank,” she said, putting all her fake sincerity she could into her voice. “Just making sure you're okay.”

  “I'm not,” he grunted. “I...well, uh, I saw Evie this morning. It wasn't pretty. That damn cop was there. Fuck, his hands were all over Evie. And she was rubbing it in my face and, well...”

  “That bitch!” She didn't have to hide her smile, she only had to hide her glee out of her voice. “You poor thing.”

  “I...I need to find a lawyer.”

  “So it's over?”

  “I guess it is.”

  “Do you want me to come over and soothe you?” Frank was a good fuck and she loved submitting to him and getting spanked. Her ass was still a little tender from yesterday. He didn't seem the type, but Frank had a strong hand in the bedroom.

  “Yeah, my slave just isn't cutting it.”

  “Slave?” she blinked. What was this?

  “Cherry. She and her husband, well, their relationship is complicated, and she enjoys being dominated by me.”

  A grin split Grace's lips; Frank was just full of surprises. “Maybe I could help you discipline her. If she's not satisfying you.”

  “Maybe.” Something entered his tone—lust. “After I discipline you.”

  “Oh, have I been naughty?”

  “What do you think?”

  She glance at whatever-his-name-was she had fucked, and laughed, “I did just have a romp with the pool boy this morning.”

  “What a bad wife.”

  “Hmm, I know. But my husband is such a bore. A woman has to scratch her needs. Just like your bitch of a wife.”

  There was an angry growl full of such sweet pain; her pussy grew moist. “I'll be right over, Frank. We'll make an evening of it.”

  “Perfect.”

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Cherry's phone buzzed. She snatched it off her husband's computer desk before. “Hey, Evie,” she moaned. Pleasure churned in her body as Steve ate her pussy like a good husband, kneeling beneath the desk, the computer chair squeaking as her writhing hips swiveled it about. She rarely fucked her husband anymore, preferring he saved all his energy for his female lovers, but she did enjoy his tongue slurping her twat, usually as she she watched his latest affair. The humiliation of being cockqueened always made her cum hard. If she needed a hard cock, that's what her Master Frank was for. She tried to visit Frank and Evie once a week to be dominated by the couple.

  “Okay, we got the stream set up on our end,” Evie answered.

  Cherry looked at the computer screen. She could see Evie and Frank sitting on their bed, the very nanny cam Evie had used in Chicago broadcasting the stream. “Looks good, sugar,” she purred. “Particularly, Master.”

  She pulled Steve harder into her pussy, his tongue flicking at her clitoris. “Eat my pussy, honey,” she purred. “Oh, yes!”

  “Is Steve going down on you?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Cherry moaned. She was Frank's slave and Evie was his wife, so what was his was hers.

  “You naughty slut!”

  “Uh-huh!” she gasped. “Can I cum, Mistress?”

  Steve had her on the edge, her climax demanding to be unleashed. She held it off, fighting her natural desires. Steve attacked her clitoris with his tongue, his face burying deep into her pussy. The computer chair squeaked as she writhed her hips, her naked ass sliding on the rough fabric.

  “Cum, slave!” growled Frank.

  “Thank you, Master!” she squealed and let her orgasm wash over herself, shuddering and gasping as her juices flooded into her husband's mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Sounded like a good one,” laughed Evie.

  “Oh, it was, Mistress.”

  “So everything's ready?” Frank asked.

  “Honey,” she looked down at her husband, his face smeared with her passion, “we good to go?”

  “Yeah, I set it up so it'll send a Skype to Mr. Davenport.” Her husband gave a nervous glance. “I hope I masked everything. I could lose my job if he finds out.”

  “I have complete faith in you, dear,” Cherry smiled, leaning down to give her husband a loving kiss, and to taste her sweet musk. “We're good to go, Master.”

  “Thanks for getting this set up so fast,” Evie gushed. “I didn't think Grace would be calling up and begging to get at my husband again this fast. So I'm glad you were able to get it all ready.”

  “No problem, Mistress! We're just glad to help you get back at the bitch.”

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Grace beamed when Frank opened the door naked, his cock erect, a grin on his lips. He didn't seem as distraught as on the phone and then she saw the reason why. A woman knelt beside him, her face completely covered by a black, leather mask, a collar around her neck with a leash attached, clutched in Frank's hand. She was gorgeous with a nice pair of tits and a shaved pussy.

  Yum, Grace thought. She always preferred her pussy to be bald. She was quickly reevaluating Frank. At the Key Club, the couple played the cuckold game and though she had caught hints that they were into some BDSM, they never seemed to show it at the club. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Frank's jumped full into the BDSM. I don't think he really liked being cuckold by Evie, the idiot just loved her so much he let her take advantage of him.

  “Slaves go naked in my house,” Frank growled.

  An amused smile played on her lips. This could be a fun way to pass a boring afternoon. “Yes, Master,” she purred, her body shuddering at saying such a submissive statement. Her hands went to the belt that held her wrap-around dress closed. Her dress fell loose, falling open to expose her large breasts. Frank's eyes appreciated her curves as her dress fell to the floor. She was naked underneath, her perfect ass on display for any that passed.

  She arched an eyebrow at Frank as she posed, one hand on her hip, her breast jiggling. He reached out, thumbing her nipple, the point harden
ing. “Very good, slave.”

  His praise flushed through her. “Thank you, Master.”

  He picked up a second collar and leash from a small table on the foyer next, handing it to her. It was quite lovely, red leather with silver studs. A degrading thrill ran through her. He wanted to treat her like a bitch—she had never tried that game before. But Grace made it a rule to never say no to proffered pleasure. Life was too short not to have whatever fun she could.

  She cinched the collar around her neck, the end of the leash clutched in his strong arms. Then she fell to her knees, looking up at him with a smile. He looked down at her, a sneering gaze in his eyes. His disdain only made her wetter. She found herself wanting to earn his approval, and she knew just how to do that.

  “How can this bitch serve you, Master?”

  Frank chuckled. “I like that. Bitch. It's what you are.”

  He handed the leash to the kneeling woman. She stood up, taking it, then turned and jerked, yanking Grace on to her hands and knees, and led her into the house. She threw a glance over her shoulder; Frank followed, his eyes locked on her ass as she crawled. She hoped he could see her excitement matting her fiery pussy hair.

  The woman—Cherry, Grace presumed—said not a word as she led Grace through the living room to the stairs. She climbed up them like a dog, her face practically in the other slave's ass, Cherry's pussy winking naked at her between her thighs, making Grace's mouth water.

  “Cherry shall administer your punishment,” Frank ordered as he followed them into their bedroom, sitting down on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. Grace climbed up onto the bed as the other slave sat down on the edge, facing a dresser that had a few dolls strewn about it.

  Cherry patted her lap and she crawled across it. There was something so wonderful in giving up control. She didn't have to think, she just had to obey.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Thomas Davenport sat at his desk going over the latest sales report for Microtech's latest tablet. The company was trying to steal more of a market share from Apple and the various Androids devices and it wasn't going smoothly. He leaned back in his plush, leather chair, rubbing his eyes.

  The whirling beeps of an incoming Skype call interrupted him. He glanced at the name and was surprised to see it was coming from his wife. He couldn't remember her ever using the Skype account he had set up for her last year. He hit accept.

  “Hi, honey, what—”

  A naked woman wearing a black leather mask appeared on the screen. A second woman with bright-red hair was crawling across her lap, also naked, like a naughty girl about to be disciplined. The woman turned her head. Thomas's heart almost stopped.

  His beautiful wife looked almost at the camera.

  “Do you know why you're being disciplined?” a man's voice asked off-camera.

  “Grace?” croaked Thomas. “Is this some sort of joke?”

  Neither women reacted to his question, instead Grace answered the anonymous man's question. “I fucked the pool boy behind my husband's back this morning,” purred his wife, wiggling her ass. “The moment Thomas walked out the door, I was pulling the stud into bed. I'm such a bad wife.”

  “Ernesto?” Thomas pulled his tie, struggling to breath as his world came crashing down.

  Smack!

  His wife moaned like a whore as the masked woman spanked her, a red handprint forming on her asscheek. Disgust began boiling in his stomach along with the hurt. His wife enjoyed the spanking. A second landed, and her moan was even more throaty.

  “You are a bad wife,” laughed the unknown man.

  “Thank you, Master,” cooed his wife.

  Smack!

  “Master,” Thomas whispered. That hurt even more than learning she fucked the pool boy. She was calling another man Master with such heat in her voice. He couldn't remember the last time she had shown such desire for him.

  “How many other men have you fucked behind your husband's back?”

  Smack!

  “Hundreds,” she purred, sounding so proud. “And so many women.”

  What kind of whore did I marry?

  “What does your husband think you do with all your free time?”

  “Run this stupid charity.” His wife laughed. “The idiot gives me money all the time for it.”

  Smack!

  “He trusts you?”

  “Oh, yeah!” Smack! “Spank me harder! I'm such a naughty wife! I need to be really punished!”

  Crack!

  “Oh, yes!” His wife's hips writhed on the masked woman's lap. “That's it!”

  “What do you do with the money?”

  His wife pursed her lips. “I hide it in bank accounts offshore. When I have enough squirreled away, I'll divorce Thomas, take half his assets, and be set for life.”

  Thomas felt pain in his right palm; he glanced down at his hand clenched into a white-knuckled fist. “The goddamn whore!” he unclenched his fist, bloody marks dotted his palms from his fingernails. He grabbed his phone, dialing his secretary. “Get legal in here right now. And accounting!”

  Then he checked to see if his software was automatically recording his Skype call. It was.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  “What a whore,” Frank laughed.

  Evie couldn't agree more. She slammed her hand down hard on the cunt's ass; Grace loved it, moaning like a bitch in heat, pussy juices staining Evie's thigh as the woman writhed and humped her leg. Evie's eyes flicked to the nanny camera, a cute doll in a frilly dress, and grinned beneath the hot, leather mask.

  “So your husband has no idea?”

  Grace gave a snort of laughter.

  What a goddamn bitch, thought Evie, smacking her hand down hard, Grace's ass burning red now. She doesn't give a shit about anyone.

  “Thomas is completely oblivious. I fucked his best man before the wedding and during the reception.”

  Smack!

  The more she talked, the more Evie loathed her and the harder she spanked the bitch.

  Smack!

  “Yes! That's it! I'm so bad!”

  “You deserve to be punished more,” Frank growled, standing up.

  Cherry would be cutting the stream now, stopping it before Frank appeared on camera. It was exciting knowing Thomas Davenport had been watching her discipline his whore wife, and both of Evie's nipples were rock-hard and her freshly shaved pussy was drenched with her excitement. She loved the feel of her naked pussy, and wished she had shaved it earlier.

  He opened their closet, pulling out their BDSM supplies, tossing her a pair of pink-fuzzed handcuffs. Evie dangled them before Grace as the woman climbed off her lap, the bitch's green eyes burning with lust. Evie pointed to the headboard—she couldn't talk, Grace would definitely recognize her voice, so why spoil the surprise.

  “I'm Frank's bitch, not yours,” Grace sneered.

  Evie grabbed her leash and jerked hard, hating this woman so much. Grace gasped, trying to fight, but Evie just yanked harder, pulling the woman down onto the bed and slapped her hard on the upper thigh. Groaning, Grace bowed her head, then crawled up the bed to the headboard. Evie shuddered, enjoying dominating the bitch. She glanced at her husband; he watched intently, his cock hard, grinning as she pushed Grace down, snapping one end of the hand cuffs about her left wrist and looping the other end through the headboard and cuffing her right wrist.

  “Ohh, yes! I'm so bad! You can do whatever you want to me, Master,” purred the bitch.

  “Oh, I will,” Frank grinned, pulling out a long, pink candle and a lighter. Metal rasped and sparked; a flame danced at the candle's tip. “You ever played with wax before?”

  “I've dripped it on a few men who were naughty.”

  “But you've never experienced it yourself.”

  She shook her head. “I can't wait!”

  Frank handed the lit candle to Evie and she smiled, a bead of wax slowly working its way down the side of the candle. Her pussy was itching for some relief, and she wanted to rub her sex into Grace
's face. The bitch's lying mouth landed them in this mess, the least she could do was put that tongue to good use.

  Grace didn't hesitate to feast on Evie's pussy, eager to run her tongue through Evie's slit. Evie let out a moan muffled by her mask as the bitch's tongue explored her folds. She tilted the candle. A drop of pink landed on Grace's left breast, barely missing her nipple. The bitch gasped into Evie's pussy, her tongue shooting deep into Evie's hole, churning pleasure throughout Evie's body.

  Lick my pussy, bitch!

  The pleasure burned through Evie. It excited her to make Grace lick her pussy having. She tipped her candle again, the drop of pink wax landing right on the bitch's nipple. Grace gasped into her pussy, stirring more pleasure inside her. She writhed her hips, fucking her mound against Grace's face as she sent another drop of pink to land on Grace's right breast, the wax running down her curves, cooling and hardening, cracks forming as the bitched breathed.

  “Right here,” Frank said as he climbed onto the bed, his hard cock bobbing, and pointed at Grace's clit.

  She caught her husband's eyes and he smiled at her as she stretched out her arm, tilting the candle. The drop gathered on the candle's lip, then dropped, splattering right on her clitoris. Grace moaned, her hips writhing as the hot wax ran down into her pussy, spreading the heat.

  “You like that, bitch?” Frank asked.

  “Yeees!” Grace purred.

  “Slut!” laughed her husband. “Again!”

  Evie was eager to obey. Another pink glob landed on Grace's pussy, running into her pussy lips while the bitch's tongue went wild inside Evie. Her pleasure built as she tilted the candle, another drop of pink wax falling. Evie delighted in the way it caked the bitch's cunt and matted her fiery-red pubic hair. Another drop, another gasp from the bitch, moaning into Evie's pussy; more pleasure burst inside her.

  Her body spasmed. Evie's pleasure exploded through her. Rapture consumed every inch of her flesh, igniting every nerve with ecstasy. More drops of pink fell from her candle as her arms flailed, raining pink across Grace's stomach and breasts, bringing more muffled moans from the bitch, vibrating into Evie's pussy and sending her orgasm to new heights.