Lauren's Revenge

Lauren's Revenge by WriteOn (writeon606@hotmail.com) "Are you ready to play?" Lauren called out as soon as I entered the house. I followed her sensuous coaxing into the bedroom. By the time I found her draped over the bed, her syllables were slutting together in soft moans. "Oh, baby...I can't wait to be all filled up." And I couldn't wait to comply! Just as I was set to leap upon her, my wife pulled herself off our bed. She held me at arm's length, reducing me to an eyes-only ravishing. Her gown was new and delicious; a combination of lace and silk that elegantly revealed her equally new and delicious black lace bra, thong, garter belt and stockings beneath. Lauren has the lines of a Victoria Secret model--slender but with a generous swelling under her bra and breathtaking curves down her torso, hips and thighs. Hers is a body to get lost in. "You like what you see?" she purred, stepping in close to me even as she gently pushed back my arms as they tried to encircle her. "Yesss," I hissed, my voice signaling the explosion building within me. "Perfect," she whispered. Her tongue brushed over my ear, her hot breath fanning the flames she had so quickly lit in me. "I want you on fire tonight." Her hands flashed before me, brushing my sport coat off my shoulders, then quickly moving to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt. Even as I slipped it off, her fingers released my belt and the buttons that held up my pants. She peeled my briefs to the floor, finishing as I kicked off my shoes and socks. I stood naked before her. I'd never been stripped so quickly and efficiently. "What's the rush?" I teased, running my against her as she stood. "You were late getting home...and I have such plans for tonight." "How promising..." Lauren chuckled and stopped just long enough to meet my eyes. She held them with a fiery stare. "You have no idea." Something in that look disturbed me, and my momentary puzzlement gave Lauren the opportunity she was looking for. With a quick shove, she pushed my frame into a rollaway chair that I hadn't noticed behind me. Before I could react, she spun me around and pulled back both my arms. The feel of soft rope coiling around my wrists didn't necessarily alarm me, as Lauren and I have often bound each other to some degree as part of our sex play. In fact, I didn't feel any sense of alarm until she'd immobilized my feet as well and began rolling the chair into the large walk-in closet. Once inside, Lauren stood before me, inspecting her work. Slowly she lifted her gown above her waist, then straddled my lap. She squirmed against me, working herself against me until I felt the soft hairs that spilled from her g-string tickling my naked erection. She leaned forward to rub the satiny gown against my bare nipples. I moaned in appreciation. "You like?" she whispered. "Oh yeah..." "I'll bet Jessie never did this for you." Jessie. Oh, god. Jessie was one of the field reps I managed. Two months previous, at a sales convention, she'd wound up in my bed for a couple nights. "Oh, god....Listen to me, Lauren. I didn't mean for that to happen. You don't understand..." Lauren's voice cut off my protest. "Did you sleep with her?" Tied in a chair, naked, with my wife on my lap, it was impossible to look away. But I tried. "Did you sleep with her? Yes or no?" "Yes." "And did you fuck her?" Lauren rarely speaks of sex in any words but euphemisms, so the explicit phrasing of the question startled me. "Yes," I whispered. "For two nights?" By now I could only nod. "I think I understand--at least as much as I need or want to. One night I could blame on booze, or temporary insanity. Two nights means *you* wanted her. You wanted to fuck that blonde pair of tits. You took her to bed and then you asked her back. And everyone there knew it." Lauren's hand yanked my chin up until her eyes locked into mine. "How can I ever see the people you work with again? You were a prick, and an indiscreet one at that. You've humiliated me." "Lauren, I'm sorry...I...I'm...sorry..." Lauren chuckled again, the sound rising from the back of her throat and washing over me like a thick blanket. "No," she whispered, her hand tightening under my chin and her face bearing down on mine. "Not nearly as sorry as you will be." Lauren pushed herself off my lap and stepped out of the closet. "Don't look so confused, dear. I'm about to fulfill one of your great fantasies. Watch me--and enjoy...if you can. Just remember, humiliation is a two-way street." And then the door swung shut. From my seat, I could peer between the closet door's louvers and see out into the room. It was just as I'd said it would be in the innumerable fantasies about seeing my wife make love to another man--that was of course the fantasy Lauren referred to; I'd often whispered it to her as we watched porn flicks or traded midnight confessions. I'd even held out the slim hope that one day I'd see it come true. Now I prayed that Lauren had meant something else. And then the doorbell rang. "See me soon," Lauren said as she walked from the room. From downstairs I heard the front door open and then mumbled voices. For the next...I don't know, half hour?...I strained to make sense of the odd noises that filtered up the stairs and into my closet prison. The discomfort of my trussed up limbs paled in comparison to not knowing who was downstairs reaping the benefit of my stupidity. I cursed the drunkenness that led me to follow Jessie to her room, and the ego that goaded me into begging for a chance to improve my sodden performance. I'd hoped my overwhelming guilt afterward would be the only price I'd have to pay, that I could simply spend the rest of my life trying to forget the stupid thing I'd done. But I had been indiscreet--drunk fools have that tendency. People had seen. And obviously someone had told. As I ran through my list of possible squealers, the indistinct voices from downstairs grew closer and clearer as my wife and her soon-to-be lover moved up the stairs. Then, I heard *his* voice. "As beautiful as you look, my dear, I'd follow you anywhere." I had my rat. But it was Richard who was about to have my wife. Even as they stepped into my line of sight, I saw Richard's hand slowing tracing the curve of Lauren's ass. Lauren positioned herself directly in front of the closet door, even managing to look directly at my hiding place as she pulled the ribbon that held closed the filmy gown. I fought back the agonizing cry that climbed in my throat as I watched my biggest rival in the company brush the silk and lace down my wife's arms. My gut burned and tears formed in my eyes as Richard's eyes drank in the vision of my nearly naked wife. "You ain't seen nothing yet," my wife cooed. She was talking to Richard, but I was sure her words were intended for my ears. "Neither have you," Richard chuckled. He started to undo his belt. Lauren placed her hands on his, stopping the action. "No, let me." Slowly, my wife began to undo Richard's shirt, carefully working free the buttons and pausing every two or three to run her hands over the skin beneath the cloth. She stepped closer to him as she worked, pushing her legs and crotch against his. When Richard's shirt fell to the floor, she clasped herself to him in a long, wet kiss. "Oh, god," Richard panted as they pulled apart. "And to think all this time I thought you didn't like me." "Foolish boy...I'm not my husband." "Speaking of foolish boys..." Richard laughed again. "How could he fuck around with a sexy woman like you is at home? Imagine what he'd say if he could see us now?" "Just imagine," Lauren said as she again brought her mouth to his. When their lips separated, Lauren knelt before her new lover, massaging Richard's legs as she zeroed in on his belt. "Just why are the two of you such..." "Enemies?" supplied Richard. "Because we compete. Over everything. The boss's attention. Parking spaces. The corner offices. Customers even. What I have he wants. And what he has, I want." Richard's words grew thicker as Lauren moved her massaging hands to the front of his pants. "Ummm," she sighed, "and what you have, I want." Her fingers undid Richard's belt and pants button, and I heard his zipper slide down as Lauren tugged off trousers. I could barely make up Lauren's whispered "oh my" as she ran her small hand over the bulge that strained beneath the silk briefs. But I could plainly see that Richard's cock was larger than mine. "I know something that you have that my husband most definitely doesn't," Lauren said at last, her fingers working into the waistband and pulling down his briefs. "And now I want it." Lauren gasped as Richard's cock sprang into full view, which was lucky for me, as her exclamation covered up my own involuntary gasp. I had no inkling that Richard boasted such an impressive rod between his legs. He was easily eight inches long and thick--maybe half again as thick as me. Lauren stroked it reverently for a minute, then straightened herself to move her mouth above his large cock. Now it was Richard's turn to gasp. Even though Lauren could take barely more than the head into her mouth on her first attempt, my wife produces marvelous effects with her lips and tongue. I pulled against my bounds to get a better view of my wife as she struggled to tame this beast, her mouth driving down over its length, steadily forcing herself to take in more and more of the shaft. Her breasts, still encased in lace, danced with her effort and deep breathing, and beads of sweat erupted along her hairline. Lauren's hands rose over Richard's legs until they clutched at my co-worker's ass, pulling him further into her mouth while attempting to control his involuntary thrusts. "That's it, baby," Richard growled. "I knew your pretty boy hadn't given you anything like this. You love my big cock, don't ya?" Lauren raised her eyes to meet Richard's and made noises of assent. But she wasn't about to remove her mouth from this cock she was so clearly enjoying. Her eagerness in responding to Richard's words cut into me; I'd been so mesmerized by their act that I'd momentarily forgotten that this passionate woman was my wife and the object of her lust was the person I loathe more than any other. But now I realized that Lauren act of revenge was quickly turning into an act of passion. As if to confirm this realization, Lauren pulled back until the wet, fleshy rod stood outside her mouth. She kissed its head once, then twice more rapidly. "I can't wait," she gasped, looking up at Richard's flushed and swearing face. "I've got to feel that cock in me." Richard helped my wife rise, then held her against him, kissing her roughly. His hands raking through her hair and over the sensuous curves of her flesh. Lauren broke the kiss and again urged him to the bed, but her lover's athletic muscles easily held firm. His right hand slid across her breasts, then grasped the lacy material between her breasts. With a quick tug, he ripped it from her chest. Lauren squealed, then pushed away the little panties. Even from my distance I could see what little fabric there was was dark with her excitement. She grabbed Richard's cock in her hand, and ground her now exposed bush against it. "Fuck me with this" she spat at him. "Don't you understand? I've got to have your cock in my pussy." Richard laughed and gave my wife a quick shove, enough to send her sprawling onto the bed. Lauren's legs instantly fell apart, exposing her wet and eager cunt to both our eyes. "Fuck me...." she begged again. Richard's body moved between her legs, limiting my view. But from his movements I could tell he taken hold of his cock and was dragging it up and down along my wife's slit. "My god, Lauren, your pussy is dripping," he said, half teasing, but also honestly amazed. "You act like you've never been fucked before." "I haven't...I mean, I have....but not by a dick like yours..." Lauren was panting, and I could see her hips pushing into the air in an effort to impale herself on Richard's wandering cock. "Please...." But Richard had no intention of cutting off her torture. He did this in office all the time, starting an announcement, then veering off onto a tangent until his audience was begging for him to drop the other shoe. It was the sort of egotistical act that made me despise him; now I hated him even more for forcing my wife to admit how hungry she was for his cock. "I think I need a drink." Richard chuckled and dropped to one knee. As he lowered his face to my wife's pussy, Lauren let out a wail of desperation that soon slipped into an extended groan of pleasure. "No.....Oh, please..." she continued to beg, but between each phrase was a yelp of impending eruption. "Please give me that cock. I've got to have it." With that, Lauren's words disappeared in the long cry that I knew meant she'd crossed the peak and was now falling through an intense orgasm. I waited for her to push Richard away, as she is always hyper-sensitive at the peak of coming, unable to be licked or even touched. But at that moment, Richard rose from the floor, pushed open my wife's legs and thrust himself deep into Lauren's pulsating cunt. My wife's scream shattered me, and I longed to burst from my cell to rescue her. But even the adrenaline rushing through me couldn't overcome the knots she secured me with. And then, as the next shock wave of sound rushed over me, I realized my wife's cries were not of anguish but of passion. As the sound shaped into words, it was Lauren begging for "More!" and "Harder!" and "Faster!" The completeness of my wife's surrender to my co-worker pounded me, and I fell back into my prison, devastated at the sight I could not turn away from. My wife and her lover fucked with an energy I'd not seen in even the rawest porn movie, and had certainly never experienced myself. Through it all, Lauren filled our ears, exhorting Richard to bury his fat cock in her pussy. It was this total abandonment of her usual reserve that destroyed whatever ego I'd maintained to that moment. I was certain that my life with Lauren would never be the same--or even if I would any longer have a life with Lauren. After a time--I have no idea how long--Richard rolled from between my wife's legs. I assumed he'd finally shot his load, but instead he allowed Lauren to climb above him. She positioned herself to face away from him, and to look directly at my closet cell. Her eyes stared straight at me, and I felt as if she could see the wet trails that lined my cheeks. Her eyes, in contrast, were clouded with lust as one hand reached below her to grasp her lover's cock while the other spread the bright red lips of her pussy to receive his magic stick again. As he slipped inside her again, Lauren threw her head back and moaned. "I never felt anything so fucking good." When her eyes returned to the closet door, she was laughing long and low between her squeals. Lauren quickly ran up the mountain to another orgasm, announcing each individual pleasure along the way. I imagined myself a prisoner subjected to an ancient water torture, with each moan and grunt and exhortation from her mouth playing the part of another drop falling on my head. Twice more Lauren's voice climbed the scale, until she again split the air with another climactic bellow. The second time Richard came with her, and their chorus pierced my ears and burrowed into my brain. The drops had found the crack, and my weakened mind exploded. As Richard and Lauren's voices died out, I realized that it was my own wailing that now filled my cell. As I opened my eyes, Lauren stood in the open doorway. For just a moment I thought I saw a flash of...what, concern?...play over her face, but it was instantly replaced by a contemptuous sneer. "Seen enough? Actually, you lasted longer than I thought you would. But I'd say you must have enjoyed some of it." I looked down at naked body, still tied in the chair. A river of cum ran down my chest. I hadn't even noticed my explosion. Lauren untied my ropes. As she worked behind me, I caught sight of Richard sitting on my bed. "Hey there, comrade," he said, with all the arrogance he could muster. "Enjoy the show?" Behind me Lauren laughed. "I can't thank you enough for being stupid enough to fuck around on your wife," Richard continued. "Wish I'd known you were watching, though--I'd have really put on a show." Lauren helped me out of the chair, supporting me while I waited for my legs to gain strength. I could feel the hot flush of sex still on her naked skin and smell Richard's distinctive cologne mingling with her own perfume. I reached out for her, but she avoided my hand, almost causing me to fall into the chair again. "Show time is over," she announced, ushering me out of the closet. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, as I waited for her to tell Richard to pick up his clothes. Instead, Lauren crawled onto the bed and wrapped her arms around her lover. One hand immediately dropped into his lap to fondle his still formidable cock. "You'll find some clothes and sheets in the guest room," she said to me. "And don't forget to close the door on your way out. I don't intend to perform for you all night." "All night?!?" "Of course." Lauren kissed Richard's cheek as her hand continued to caress his awakening cock. "You *did* spend the whole night with Jessie, didn't you? Or was I misinformed?" "Lucky for Lauren I haven't had a drop tonight," Richard said, turning the knife. "This would be a terrible time for a droopy cock, wouldn't you say?" "Oh, no?!? Really?" Lauren cried in amusement. She swung her body around and settled onto Richard's lap, her hand moving his cock into position. Her blatant display was reawakening me, as well. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to leave them. Even as Lauren began to work her body against Richard's, she was still talking to me. "How pathetic of you, dear husband. I almost feel sorry for Jessie now. I'll have to think of some way to apologize for you." I closed the door to the sound of their laughter. But the laughter quickly changed to renewed moans and cries. Even in the guest room I could hear Lauren begging for more of my co-worker's cock. It would be a long night. 3886 1.35/512345