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Herb, Tricia and Me


There are some that say that revenge is a waste of valuable
time; time
that could be put to more productive use doing other things.
To me and
to my way of thinking good mental health requires payback
when you are
fucked over. You have a choice: In ten or fifteen years you
can look
back and say, "Damn it! I should have......"
or you can look back and
smile at what you did.

Tricia and I had dated and gone steady for a year and a half
in high
school and near the end of our junior year she dumped me for
our teams
starting quarterback. He - Danny - wasn't too bright
or he never would
have gotten together with her. I think he started to get
the message
the Friday night we played the Ypsilanti Braves and the
right guard
stepped aside and let his man through. The right guard (moi)
did it
three more times before I was pulled from the game and benched.
then Danny's bell had been rung once too often and he
was pulled
because he couldn't seem to get it together after that.
Marty, the
second stringer, went on in Danny's place, had one
hell of a game and
we beat Ypsi 24-21, but my football career was over.

The coach ripped me a new asshole for what I had done and threw
me off
the team, but not before asking me why. I told him straight
up why I
had done it and that I'd do it again if I had the chance.
He called
Danny in and asked him if it were true that he'd stolen
my girlfriend
and Danny puffed up his chest and cracked wise:

"It ain't my fault if he can't hang on to his

The coach just looked at Danny and then he shook his head
and then said:

"Son, that's a team out there. You have to play
together to win and to
do that you need to be tight with your teammates. You just
don't fuck
over your teammates."

And he threw Danny off the team also. It ended up costing
us both a
chance at a football scholarship. It didn't hurt me
because my parents
could afford to send me to college, but Danny's couldn't.
Danny was so
pissed at being thrown off the team that he told Tricia to
go to hell.
She came crawling back to me and I told her to fuck off and
die. Danny
was popular and getting him thrown off the team pissed a
lot of people
off and Tricia (who got the blame instead of me) did not have
a happy
rest of her Junior year and she did not have all that good
a time as a
Senior either. She was the only girl in the senior class
that didn't
get asked to the prom.

There was one more unpleasant outcome from the mess. I tried
out for
football at Eastern Michigan as a walk on, but the coach
didn't even
give me a look. He told me he knew all about what I'd done
and that no
one with an attitude like that was ever going to play for

In a way it was probably a good thing since without football
to get in
the way I was able to knuckle down and graduate with a 3.91
GPA and
that made me attractive to the XYZ Corporation and I went
to work for
them one week after being handed my sheepskin.

I didn't see Tricia after I left high school. Where
I'd gone to Eastern
Michigan she had gone to the University of Michigan. My
second day at
XYZ I was sitting in the cafeteria looking over the choices
I had to
make on the insurance package when someone sat down across
from me and
set their tray on the table. I looked up from my paperwork
and saw
Tricia. She looked me right in the eye and said:

"Are you going to say hi?"

I looked at her for several seconds, said "Hi"
and then went back to
looking over my insurance benefits paperwork.

"Still holding a grudge?"

"I said hi. That's what you asked for and I gave
it to you. Now, if
you don't mind, I need to make my choices and turn the
paperwork in."

"Okay, let's try it this way. I asked for a hi and
you gave me what I
asked for. While you are in a giving mood I'm going to
ask you to
forgive a stupid teenager for being a stupid teenager.
Rob, we all did
things that we regret doing when we were in junior high and
school. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Can't we at least
be friends?"

I looked at her sitting across from me, still the best looking
girl that
ever went out with me and I figured, "What the hell,
it can't hurt to
be just friends" so I said:

"Okay. We can be friends."

She smiled and stuck out her hand and said, "Shake?"
I took it and
shook it and eleven months later I took her hand again and
slid a ring
on her finger as I said, "I do."

The next five years went by fast. Tricia and I decided that
we wanted
to wait for a while before having kids. We had places we wanted
to go
and things we wanted to do and we wanted to be a little more
financially before starting a family. We sank all of our
energy into
each other and our jobs. We bought a three-bedroom house
because we
knew that one-day we were going to have children. We got
passports and
spent our vacations traveling and seeing the world.

By the end of that five-year period I began talking with
Tricia about
starting a family, but she told me she wasn't ready
just yet. She had
just been promoted to manager in her department and she
had some things
she wanted to do, some changes she wanted to make to make
department more efficient and to "leave her stamp"
on it. I knew how
she felt because I'd been made a section manager six
months before and
I'd had the same feelings.

I didn't really like her new job because she had to travel
and would be
gone for two or three days on the average of twice a month.
But she
loved her job and was happy so I decided not to push for kids
until she
hit 'the wall.' You do know about 'the wall'
right? Every company
that has been in business for a long time has a 'wall.'
It is called
the "Because that is the way we have always done it"
wall. I knew that
the entrenched bureaucracy would resist all the changes
she wanted to
make and eventually she would give up fighting them and
at that point
she would be ready to consider children. If my own experience
trying to make changes was any yardstick I only had about
six months to

Tricia had just left for a three day trip to Atlanta and I
was sitting
at my desk wondering what to do with my evenings while she
was gone
when my boss buzzed me and asked me to come into his office.
He told
me that there was a problem at our Charlotte facility and
asked me to
fly down and take a look. Naturally I said yes and he told
me he would
have his secretary make the arrangements. She called me
at noon and
told me she had me set up with a two-ten flight and that I would
to change planes in Atlanta. I told her about Tricia being
in Atlanta
and asked that since I had to change planes in Atlanta and
wouldn't get
in to Charlotte until too late to go into the office that
reschedule me. I'd overnight in Atlanta, spend the
evening with Tricia
and catch the first flight out to Charlotte in the morning.
She called
me back twenty minutes later and gave me the new arrangements.

I arrived in Atlanta and took the hotel courtesy bus to the
hotel where
Tricia was staying. I called her room from the lobby and
got no answer
so I asked the desk clerk for a key. After checking my driver's

license information against Tricia's registration
information she gave
me a key card and I headed up to the room. It was my intention
surprise her when she came into the room, but I was the one
who was

I entered the room and the first thing I thought was that
I was in the
wrong room. There were men's clothes hanging on the
clothes bar and I
was just about to back out of the room when I saw the monogrammed

luggage I had given Tricia when she was promoted. I closed
the door
and looked around the room and found enough of Tricia's
things to
convince me that I was in her room all right. One look at the
bed with the wet spot in the middle told me the rest of the
story. I
took one last look around and then left.

I went down to the lobby and went into the gift shop and bought
a copy
of that day's Atlanta Constitution to hide behind
and went out and sat
down in the lobby where I could keep an eye on the front door
and the
elevators and settled in to wait. While I sat there waiting
for Tricia
to show I wondered at the lack of rage I was feeling. Why hadn't
waited in the room and then exploded on them when they came
in. Why
hadn't I sat there gleefully destroying everything
that whoever the man
was had left in the room? Why didn't I shred his clothes
and cut up
his suitcases? Why did I just look around and then leave?
I honestly
didn't know. I tried to think of what I might have done
to drive
Tricia to cheat on me, but I couldn't come up with a thing.
She hadn't
been any less loving or affectionate toward me. I had seen
that would have even remotely made me think she might be
running around
on me.

About an hour later I saw Tricia coming in the front door
and I
recognized the man with her. Herb Scott also worked at XYZ.
He was a
manager in the Marketing Department. The two of them walked
hand in
hand to the elevator and Herb pushed the call button. The
two of them
kissed while they waited for the elevator to come and then
the door
opened and they walked inside. When the door closed I got
up from
where I was sitting and went to the bank of payphones and
called the
airline and got myself on the last flight out of Atlanta
for Charlotte.
I might be leaving, but was I going to let her get away with
it? Not
on her life, but my revenge on the cheating whore was not
going to be a
screaming confrontation. I wanted much more satisfaction
than that. I
didn't yet know what I was going to do to them, but it
was going to be
something that the two of them would remember for the rest
of their
lives. I think it was the Italians who said:

"Revenge should be like a fine wine. It should be sipped
and savored."

I landed in Charlotte and went to a bank of phones and called
When she answered the phone she sounded out of breath.

"Where were you Rob? I called the house a couple of
times and didn't
get an answer."

"Not surprising since I'm downstairs in the
lobby. I'll be right up."


"Yeah lover. Charlie asked me to go to Charlotte and
take care of a
problem there. I had to change planes here in Atlanta and
I thought
I'd overnight here with you and go on to Charlotte in
the morning."

"Here? You are here in the lobby?" I could hear
the panic in her voice
as she said, "Hold on a second Rob; I left the water
running in the
bathtub and I need to turn it off."

I heard murmuring in the background and then a very distinct
"Oh shit."
I smiled at the image of her lover trying to get his shit picked
up and
out of the room. I could imagine him scurrying down the hall
to the
stairwell until I was in the room, or maybe dressing there
and then
going down the stairs to the front desk and trying to get
a room while
Tricia scrambled to make the bed and think of a way to explain
the wet
spot. I heard a door close and then Tricia came back on the

"Sorry to make you wait love, but I didn't want
the tub to overflow."

"What was that "Oh shit" I heard?"

"In my hurry to get to the tub I stubbed my toe and it

"Oh babe, I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Well, in a way it is. If I hadn't called to joke
with you it wouldn't
have happened."

"Joke with me?"

"Yeah sweetie, I'm not in the lobby. I'm
calling from Charlotte. I did
have to change planes in Atlanta and I was going to surprise
you, but I
couldn't get a flight out in the morning early enough
to get me here
for my meeting so I couldn't stop over."

"Oh gee honey, and you had me thinking I was going to
get laid tonight
instead of watching the dumb stuff on TV."

"Maybe I'll surprise you the next time. Hey,
got to run. Here comes
the hotel shuttle bus. I'll talk to you later sweetie.
Love you."

"I love you too Rob. Bye."

I at least had the pleasure of knowing that I'd almost
given Tricia and
her asshole lover heart failure.

During my time in Charlotte and on the trip home I thought
about how I
would take my revenge. I rolled a dozen plots and scenarios
over in my
mind and one by one I discarded them as either impractical
or too hard
to make happen. I got back to the main office and gave Charlie
report and as I was leaving his office I saw my revenge walking
me. Marsha, Charlie's secretary, was just returning
from the ladies
room and she looked very uncomfortable waddling down the
hallway. I
wondered if Tricia would waddle like that and be as uncomfortable
she were eight months pregnant.

That night, Tricia's last night on her trip, I sat down
and made a list
of the things I needed to do to make it happen. None of it would
too difficult, but it would be time consuming which meant
that I was
going to have to pretend to be the loving husband. Frankly,
I wasn't
sure that I was a good enough actor to pull that one off, but
I had to

First step in the plan would be to get Tricia pregnant even
though she
didn't want to be a mommy yet. Well no, that couldn't
be the first
step. The first step had to be getting Herb out of the picture.
damn it, I couldn't do that either. I needed him for
the confrontation
if the plan was going to work. Okay, the first step had to
be getting
me ready and I knew just how to do that. Every summer the manager
our Dayton branch took three weeks vacation and every year
asked for a volunteer to cover Dayton for the three weeks
Ralph was
gone. That year I was Charlie's volunteer.

The three weeks in Dayton was just what I needed. It gave
me time to
settle my anger and rage, which made it easier for me to play
the part
of loving husband when I got home. I talked with Tricia every
and we did all the bullshit "I love you" and "I
miss you" and "I wish
you were here with me" garbage while all the time I
was wondering if
Herb was with her in our house and fucking her on our bed.

I came home ready to implement my plan. I observed, I calculated,
charted and I planned and waited for the stars to align themselves.
took almost four more months, four months of pretending
to be a loving
husband, before everything fell into place. Tricia had
another trip to
Atlanta and I kissed her goodbye the morning she left and
as soon as
she was gone I picked up the phone, called Marketing and
asked for Herb
Scott. I was told he was in Atlanta on business and wasn't
back for three days.

The timing was perfect for me. I went to Charlie's office
and told him
I had a family emergency and was going to need a few days off
and then
I caught a flight to Atlanta. I lucked out and got the same
desk clerk
and she remembered me. After comparing my driver's
license against
Tricia's registration information she gave me a key
card and I went on
up to Tricia's room. I knocked several times and no
one came to the
door so I let myself in and found the same set-up I had found
the last
time - Herb's clothes hanging on the clothes bar next
to Tricia's
clothes. That was all I really wanted to make sure of so I
went on
down to the lobby and waited.

I hid behind a paper and sat there until the two of them came
in and got
on the elevator and then I got up and went to the restaurant
across the
street and had my dinner. The time it took me to eat was about
amount of time I figured that it would take the two of them
to get
naked and be in the middle of things. I went back to the hotel,
the elevator to the fifth floor and took out my cell phone.
I called
the hotels number and asked for Tricia's room. Just
like that last
time she sounded out of breath when she picked up.

"Oh hi honey. I was just about to call you."

"You wouldn't have gotten me."

"No? Why not?"

"Remember the time I called you and jokingly told
you I was in the

"Yes, I remember."

"Well sweetie, this time it is no joke. I'll be
right up" and I

It wasn't very sporting of me, in fact it was like shooting
fish in a
barrel. I was standing in front of room 507 when the door
opened and
Herb came hurrying out. He had a suitcase in each hand and
all he had
on was a pair of boxers. He never saw it coming as I sent my
fist into his face with all of my hundred eighty-five pounds
behind it.
I felt his nose break and I saw blood shoot all over the place.
hit the floor at the feet of Tricia who had been hurrying
along behind
him carrying his clothes. She had pulled on a robe, but hadn't
tied it
and it was hanging open and I saw her naked body and I saw traces
wet cum on her inner thighs. She was looking at me with an
of horror on her face.

"Some things never change, do they Tricia. First
Danny and now Herb."

I gave Herb two hard shots in his nuts with the toe of my shoe
and then
I turned and walked away. I headed for the airport and caught
the last
flight home. I knew Tricia well enough to know that she wasn't
to rush home from Atlanta. She would stay there and do her
job so I
had two more days before I would see her again and I used those
days to get ready for the next step in getting back at Herb.
As far as
getting even with Tricia, I wasn't yet sure how that
would go down. It
would depend on what she did. If she came home begging for
and really wanted it things would go the way I wanted. If
not, what I
had planned would still work, but wouldn't be near
as satisfying.

Taking care of Herb was expensive, but if you want quality
revenge you
can't get it on the cheap. I knew a guy, who knew a guy,
who had a
friend, who knew a guy, etc., etc., and I managed to buy two
pounds of
marijuana and three ounces of cocaine. A Snap On tool salesman
sold me
a 'slim jim' and I was ready.

Like most XYZ traveling employees, Herb left his car in
the company
parking lot and took the company shuttle bus to the airport.
I waited
until after the building had cleared out and it was dark
outside and
then I slipped into Herb's office and planted half
a pound of grass and
an ounce of coke in the back of his lower left desk drawer.
Next, I
used the slim jim to pop his car's door lock and I put
the rest of the
grass and coke under the passenger side front seat. I locked
the car
back up and then I went home and waited. Over the next two
days I kept
an eye on Herb's car and the day I saw it gone I went down
the street
to a pay phone and called the police. I gave them Herb's
name, address
and car information and told them I had seen him selling
dope to the
employees at XYZ and then I hung up.

Two days later the employee cafeteria at XYZ was all-abuzz

"Did you hear what happened to Herb over in Marketing?
He was arrested
for dealing drugs."

"Darla over in Marketing said the police came to Herb's
office with a
search warrant and found drugs in his desk."

"Joe told me Herb got stopped for some traffic violation
and they found
drugs in his car."

"Fran said she heard that he pulled a gun on the cops
and made a run for

"I was always suspicious of that weasel. I could tell
he was no good
just by looking at him."

Somehow Herb made bail and came into work only to be suspended
an investigation into allegations that he was selling
substances on company property.

Meanwhile, Tricia had been calling me a half dozen times
a day and I
didn't take any of her calls. The day she returned she
came into my
office and closed the door behind her.

"May I sit down?"

I shrugged so she sat down on the chair on the other side of
my desk.
"You haven't been taking my calls."

"Given the circumstances under which I last saw you
that comes as a

"I would have thought that you would have wanted to

"What's to talk about? You replaced me."

"That's why we need to talk Rob. I haven't
replaced you. I could never
replace you. I love you Rob. I know you are upset over what
you saw,
but Herb means nothing to me. I need you to give me a chance
explain. Can we please sit down at home tonight and talk."

"Why? You going to try and make me believe that it never
That it was just some big hallucination and I really didn't
see what I
thought I saw?"

"No Rob, I am going to try and convince you that I love
you and that
even though it did happen we can get by it."

"Not very likely Tricia, but I'll give you a chance
to talk. Now if you
don't mind I'm very busy right now so please leave."

As she got up to leave I was smiling inside. It was going to
work out
the way I wanted it to.

Tricia had dinner ready and a bottle of wine sitting on the
uncorked and 'breathing'. This was Tricia's
party and I kept quiet and
made her work for it.

"First Rob, you have to know that I love you. I have
always loved you
and no one is ever going to take your place in my heart. I want
Rob; I don't want anyone else and you have to believe
that. Herb was a
mistake, a bad mistake and I should have known better after
that first

"Why do you say that? Why didn't you know better
before the first

"Because I wasn't in any shape to know anything
the first time."

"Can you explain that so a poor simple minded soul
like me can

"The first time happened when I was drunk out of my
mind. It happened
on one of my office visits to Dallas. After the meetings
the office
staff and I went out for dinner and drinks. After dinner
we went into
the hotel lounge and had more drinks. You know how booze
affects me
Rob and you know I usually watch my drinking except when
we are here at
home. But I was in a hotel with a room right upstairs and I
have to drive home so I let myself go and enjoyed myself.
By the time
the people from the office left I was well on my way to being

"I intended going up to my room when the last of our
group left, but
that is when Herb came in and saw me. He was in town on business
staying at the same hotel. He sat down with me, bought me
a drink and
we sat and talked and he bought me another drink and then
another and
the next thing I knew I was on my back naked and he was doing
me. I
had no recollection of leaving the lounge, undressing
or being
undressed, just all of a sudden I'm looking up at Herb.
Given what he
was just arrested for, for all I know he slipped something
in one of my
drinks and drugged me.

"You know me Rob and you know how I am when it comes to
sex. Drunk or
sober I get into it and even though I didn't know how
Herb got there my
body responded to what he was doing. He did me two more times
and when
he finished I fell asleep. In the morning when I woke up he
was doing
me again and when he finished he wanted my to call in and tell
them I'd
be late so we could do it some more and I told him to leave.

"That night I skipped dinner and went to my room. Around
nine I got
hungry and called room service. When there was a knock on
my door I
opened it expecting it to be room service, but it was Herb.
He pushed
by me into the room and started undressing and as I watched
I thought,
"Why not?" The damage had already been done
and I was curious to see
what he would be like when I was sober. That was the start
of it."

"When did it start?"

"When I got promoted and started traveling. It was
on my third trip."

"You have been fucking Herb for a year?"

"Yes and no. It has been a year, but it has only been
five or six
times. Just when we find ourselves visiting an office at
the same

"So the other night wasn't planned in advance?"

"No Rob, never. And I didn't go looking for him
when I was on a trip,
but if he came to me I never said no. That last trip he was at
airport when I got there and he talked the gate agent into
seating us
together. I don't have any good reason for it Rob, it
was just
something to do when I was away from home. Something a little
than just sitting in my room watching TV."

"How many times did you fuck him in our house and on
our bed while I was
in Dayton?"

"I never saw him except for on trips. I swear to God
Rob, he was never
in this house and I never did it with him except when we met
on trips.
If it hadn't have been for that first time it never would
have happened
Rob. I guess I looked at it like, "We already have,
the damage is
done, and Rob will never know." I don't care a
bit for Herb honey, he
never meant a thing to me."

"So that makes it okay? He didn't mean anything
to you?"

"No Rob, that doesn't make it okay. I fucked up
and I sitting here
asking you to forgive me. I'm asking you to believe
that I love you
and don't want to be with anyone but you."

"That's a tall order Tricia and I don't know
that I'm the kind of man
who can do it. What you did hurt me Tricia, it hurt me bad and
now I want to hurt you. I want to strike out and make you pay
for what
you did to me. What makes it worse is that it is the same thing
did to me with Danny. I have something inside me screaming
for revenge
and I can't see any way on God's green Earth that
I can forgive you
while I feel that way."

"What can I do Rob? I'll do whatever you want to
prove to you that I
love you and want to be with you. You want to beat me? Go ahead
do it and I'll clench my teeth and take it. Go ahead Rob,
take a belt
to me; I'll stand still for it. I'm not kidding
Rob, I WILL do
whatever you want as long as we stay together."

"What if what I want is to destroy that beautiful face
of yours so that
no man will ever want to look at you again. What if what I want
is to
carve the letter "A" for adulteress on your
forehead or cheek?"

She looked at me for several seconds and then she said, "If
that is what
it will take to keep us together I will accept it."

The thing of it was that I really believe she meant it. That
was the
first time since the whole thing started that I gave any
to the fact that she might actually love me. Not that it mattered.

Her love for me might have been strong, but my love for her
was gone.
I stood up and she asked:

"Where are you going?"

"I can't stay in this house with you Tricia, not
the way I'm feeling
right now. I'll need some time to think about what I'm
going to do."

"Please Rob, I'll do whatever I have to do, I swear
I will."

"I'll think on it Tricia and get back to you in
a few days or maybe a
week or so."

She had a defeated look about her as I headed out of the house
and God,
but did I ever feel good about it.

I let her stew about it for five days and then I called her.

"I've decided what I'm going to do. The only
way I will ever be able to
live with you after what you did is if I do something to get
back at
you. You will have one chance and one chance only. If you
do it we
can start trying to put things back together. If you don't
do it I'll
get an attorney and start divorce proceedings."

"What is it?"

"All you need to know is that tomorrow I will be at the
house at
five-thirty and you will meet me at the door naked and you
will do
everything I tell you to do without complaint. Just one
"Oh no, I
can't do that" or an "I won't do that"
and I'm gone. I'll see you at
five-thirty" and I hung up on her.

The next day I was there at five-thirty on the dot and she
was waiting
for me as I had specified. I handed her a bag and told her to
take it
into the bedroom and empty the contents on the bed. She did
it and
found three dozen condoms, a tube of KY Jelly and a sleep

"What's all this?" she asked.

"It has to do with your punishment. When you told me
your story of how
you and Herb started you said of the second night, "I
was curious what
he would be like if I were sober." That told me everything
Tricia. It
told me that you wanted another cock. You were curious about
cock that wasn't mine and you used what had happened
the night before
between you and Herb as your excuse. So tonight we are going
satisfy your curiosity about other cocks. You are going
to wear the
sleep mask with a towel over it so that you can't see
a thing and six
men are going to fuck you. Six men that you know. Six men that
see at social gatherings. Six men, some of them the husbands
boyfriends of women you know and you will be blindfolded
so you won't
know who they are.

"They have been told what you did and that you are a
cheating whore and
they are going to use you any way they want until they don't
want you
anymore. They are going to use your mouth, your unfaithful
cunt and
your ass and some of them might even want to use all three
at once.
That is your punishment Tricia; that is how I will get even
with you.
Every wedding, every funeral, every cocktail party, birthday
Christmas party or dinner party you go to you will see men
and you will
look at them and wonder if any one of them was one of the men
fucked you and knew you for the filthy whore you are. Every
woman you
face will have you wondering, "Did I fuck your husband
and if you knew
would you still talk to me or would you spit in my face?"

"Some of the men who will fuck you have a close enough
relationship with
their wives or girlfriends that they can tell them what
happened here
tonight and why. Everyone has promised absolute secrecy
on this so
none of them will ever let you know who they are. You will
see women
and wonder, "Does this woman know that I'm a whore
who cheated on my
husband and then gangbanged six men? Does that woman know
that her
husband degraded me by fucking me in my ass or had me stand
in the
bathtub while he pissed on me?"

"I have no idea what the six will do to you Tricia and
I don't care.
They may settle for just pissing in your mouth or they may
only want to
gangbang your ass repeatedly, but whatever they do or want
to do you
will let them. One refusal on your part, however minor and
I walk
away. The condoms are for their use if they want your cunt,
but your
ass and mouth get raw cock."

I looked at my watch. "They will be here any minute
now. Your choice
Tricia, either put the sleep mask on or put a robe on and cover


She stared at me in silence and I thought I saw a tear in the
corner of
her right eye, but then she picked up the sleep mask and put
it on.

By three in the morning it was over. The six didn't want
anymore and
Tricia was a fucked out mess. She had cum all over her body
and her
cunt and asshole were gaping canyons. The six had treated
her like a
worthless whore and had called her every derogatory name
in the book as
they used her. Her nipples had been pinched and twisted
hard, her ass
had been slapped and cocks had been pushed into her mouth
so hard she
had gagged and choked. When the last of the six had gone I
told Tricia
to take off the towel and sleep mask.

"I'm going back to the motel and check out. I want
you and this room
spotless when I get back and then we will see to the second
part of
your punishment."

"Second part? What second part?"

I held her birth control pills in front of her and said, "You
won't be
using them anymore. Get ready to be a mommy."

"But my job? If I get pregnant I won't be able to
keep working after I
have the baby."

"Other women find a way. Besides, if you are not working
you won't be
traveling and I won't have to wonder about what you
are doing in your
hotel room and with whom. Anyway, it is not debatable. We
do it my
way or I'm out of here. Are we clear on that?"

There was a moment of silence and then she said, "Yes

It took me an hour to go to the motel and check out. When I got
back to
the house Tricia was showered and had changed the sheets
on the bed and
had straightened the bedroom. I made a big show of flushing
her birth
control pills down the toilet and then I crawled in bed with
her and
fucked her twice before falling asleep.

Even though her cunt was loose and I barely felt the sides
it was still
a very satisfying fuck session in that I knew I had taken
my revenge.
How you ask? Timing, it was all in the timing. I needed Tricia
to go
on a trip, be with Herb and then come back at a certain time.
And then
I had to schedule things just right. Tricia made her trip,
I did my
"catch her in the act" routine and then went
home and waited for her to
return. I let her tell her story and then I stalled talking
to her for
the five days I needed to get just the right night for my revenge.
all my calculating and planning was correct the night of
gangbang was the most fertile night of her cycle.

When the six men fucked her I made a big production out of
having her
roll the condoms on the men before they fucked her, but what
she didn't
see because of the blindfold was each man cut the end off
the rubber
before he fucked her and when the night was over she never
saw the
modified rubbers because they were flushed as soon as the
man finished.
I'm sure she figured out that one or two might have broken;
why else
would she be so sloppy, but not to worry because she was on
the pill,
right? Wrong!!! I had been doctoring her pills for the last
months and she wasn't protected at all. I wasn't
worried about me
getting her pregnant because on my three-week trip to Dayton
I'd gotten
a vasectomy. Any kid conceived before the gangbang would
be Herb's and
after the gangbang it could be anybody's.

I made a big show of putting our marriage back together.
I told Tricia
that Herb and the night of revenge would never be mentioned
again; that
we were even and could get on with our lives. It was hard to
to be a husband trying to put what his wife had done behind
forgive her and work to repair the marriage when it was the
last thing
on my mind. Tricia was history the day I found out about Herb
and the
only reason I was with her was for revenge. I'd never
forgotten what
she did to me with Danny. I had forgiven her for it, but I had
forgotten it. When Herb happened Danny came back to the
surface and to
paraphrase an old saying:

"Fuck over me once and shame on you. Fuck over me twice
and shame on

There would not be a third time.

About a month after the gangbang Tricia told me I was going
to be a
daddy. I of course knew that it wasn't mine and given
the timing it
couldn't have been Herb's so the father had to
be one of the six from
the gangbang, which was the plan all along. I played loving
and happy prospective father until it was too late for Tricia
to abort
and then I packed my bags and moved out. I told Tricia that
I was
sorry, but I just could not get past her cheating on me with

I got an apartment and then I sued for divorce on the grounds
infidelity and asked for the house, the cars, the checking
and savings
and half of her 401k and pension. Tricia got a lawyer and
in our first
conference her lawyer claimed I had no proof of Tricia committing

adultery. I had no private investigator reports, no film
or tape and no
audio. It was a case of her word against mine and she was denying
and she was counter suing and she wanted the house, the cars,
checking and savings and half of my 401k and pension plus
alimony and
substantial child support.

I laughed and said I had all the proof of her infidelity that
I needed
in the baby she was carrying. I demanded and got a DNA test
and it
showed that little Sarah Anne wasn't mine. After that
things moved
along rather quickly. I got favorable rulings from the
judge on a
couple of things - he made Tricia pay my attorney's
fees and all court
costs, and I didn't have to pay alimony or child support,
everything else was split 50/50. We were each given the
car we drove,
but the house had to be sold and the proceeds split between

I saw Tricia in the courtroom the day the divorce was granted.
She was
crying when she said to me, "How could you do this to
me Rob? I loved

"But not enough to stay away from Herb. If you had come
to me after
that first time and told me what happened we would have been
okay. I
could have gotten by one drugged or drunken indiscretion,
but not a
year's worth. Goodbye Tricia."

It was not the last time I saw her. We both still work for XYZ
and I
see her maybe three times a week and when I do I ignore her.

There was one other part of my revenge and that was what I
had done to
Herb. He was offered a plea bargain and he, knowing full
well he was
innocent, turned it down and went to trial. The jury didn't
his story that he was framed and he was found guilty and sentenced
prison. Two years into his sentence I visited him. As I sat
on the
other side of the glass partition with the phone in my hand
I could see
the curious expression on his face. I smiled at him and said:

"Wondering why I'm here Herb? Simple. I just
want the answer to a
question. Have you been having a good time in here Herb?
Was fucking
my wife worth it?"

I smiled at him as the realization dawned on him and I hung
up the phone
and got up and left.

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Excellent story. When I'm asked what good is revenge
going to do I say I don't know but that I'll feel


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what a cock-softener! this doesn't belong in Erotic
Stories for sure...


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This is the foulest and most mean minded double standard
story I have ever heard. If this had been the man having a
fling presumably it would be acceptable but the worst part
of all (if it was true)was the child conceived out of hate
and and the truama of that, to this quite innocent victim.
Sex (and Love) should be fun and happy and has nothing to
do with this power relationship of "faithfullness"
and person property. Also Revenge is probably the worst
human trait, seves no positive useful purpose and is a product
of a sick mind.