A Wife’s Revenge

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Erotic story of a wife seeking revenge on her cheating husband and finding an unexpected ending to her journey.

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Brooke Jacobs sits alone in her cavernous house, reeling from the revelation that her husband, John has strayed from their marriage. Not only has Brooke been pushed aside for John’s narrow-minded pursuit of career, but now it seems that his secretary, Cindy, has taken yet another thing away from Brooke.

Faced with a decision Brooke stands at a crossroads: she can be a victim, or she can choose to get her revenge. Exposing her long dormant persona of sensuality, Brooke takes her life back head on and along the way enjoys several lust-filled rendezvous fulfilling her craving for carnal desire, while fueling her plan to make John suffer for tossing aside her love and shattering what they had built together.

Brooke’s plan comes to a head when she grabs the opportunity to finish with a coup de grace. Las Vegas offers the ideal setting for a meeting between Brooke and the one man John holds to be most important to his success. Unknown to all, this man has had his eye on Brooke as the object of his own affection for some time. While Brooke set out on her journey only seeking revenge, it ends in a way quite different than expected.

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The words from the Godfather kept running through my head: ?The women here are more dangerous than shotguns.? While I wasn?t Sicilian, I was Italian and my blood boiled quickly. The chilled chardonnay swirled between my fingers as my mind tried desperately to quell the storm brewing in my heart. My name is Brooke. I am thirty-one years old and married to a man, if you want to call him that, named John. We got married after he graduated from Law School almost five years ago. I?m 5?7? and since the only action I get is on a stair climber, I’m in pretty good shape.

John and I had been through high times and low, but more recently they become flat. Our relationship was a machine. Kisses hello and goodbye, sex on the weekend, maybe, and countless dinner functions filled with fake, ass-kissing laughter and awkward handshakes. We were more like testy roommates with boring benefits, than the passionate couple we were years ago.

My hand reached past a pair of flimsy lace panties that weren?t mine, brought the golden liquid up to my lips and drained the glass. I had found the pair of panties in one of John?s suit pockets, another in the growing list of obvious signs he was cheating. Grabbing the half-empty bottle, I filled the glass back up. I looked at the clock: 10:32 p.m. The green numbers blinked at me from the clock on the stove.

His job at the high profile law firm afforded us a beautiful house in a great neighborhood. We had vacations, expensive cars, world class wine but most of all we had everything he wanted us to have solely so he could portray the right image to make partner at his firm.

My phone rang. It was him. My hand trembled slightly as my mouth tried to find my voice.

?Hey,? it was a simple answer. I didn?t want to show emotion, at least not now.

?Yeah?uh, I?m sorry it?s so late. I uh?I think I?m just going to crash at the Plaza tonight. The Sullivan case is killing, and I think I might be here a while.? It sounded rehearsed, almost like he was reading.

?Ok.? My hand squeezed the phone. ?So, when am I going to see you??

?I?ll be home tomorrow, right after my afternoon meeting, alright?? He almost sounded annoyed that I had asked him.

?Yeah, ok.? I was just about to hang up.

?Oh, and don?t forget about that dinner with Will Masters. We?re meeting him at Gino?s at 7:30. He?s a partner so try and wear something nice. Night.? He hung up.

I didn?t know what to say. I knew about the dinner, but to tell me to wear something nice. Fuck him. I had been basically living at the gym and the spa the past year, working out and primping trying damn near anything to get him to notice me. I didn?t want to be a pent-up, frustrated housewife, but that?s what I had become. I had become a stereotype. My shoulder-length coffee brown hair was always perfectly styled. I lived in my yoga pants, form-fitting tops to see if he noticed how hard I worked. Not only was I in shape, but I was training to run a half marathon with some of my friends.

Wear something nice? If I wore something nice, he wouldn?t know what to do with me. I stood up and walked down the stairs to our basement. Living in the Denver area, we had converted our basement to an entertainment space which had an elegant ?man cave? feel to it. The room was designed with warm woods, rich brown leather couches, and huge TV, but right now the only thing I was interested in was the fully stocked wine cellar.

Opening the glass door with a wrought iron design of twisting grape vines, I focused my attention on the area where we kept the wine to open to impress people. John opened it for top-tier clients, other partners he wanted to kiss up to and every once in a while for a dinner party to highlight his wealth. I grabbed a bottle of Grand Cru Chablis and walked back out. God knows what – or who – he was doing right now, but at least his not being here bought me some time.

Trying to put my mind on one thing at a time, I climbed the stairs and pushed open the double doors to our room. Half stumbling already, I felt like my feet would slur if they could talk. Putting my glass down, I popped the bottle and drew a bath. The steam began to rise as I poured myself a heaping glass of world class wine.

How did things get this far? Where had we gone wrong? Was it my fault? I pulled the black sweatshirt over my head, and then pulled my uniform black sweat pants down. I stood, naked in front of the mirror with a glass in my hand as I waited for the bath to fill before I got in.

My pale skin contrasted my dark hair, accenting my green eyes and my bright pink nipples that were getting hard from the cold Denver air. My breasts were a full B – or small C – depending on the shape of the bra. After years of work my stomach was taut and my legs toned. The small, sculpted patch of soft dark brown hair just above my pussy looked like a smear of chocolate, at least that?s what one guy I was dating said years ago when his head was buried between my legs, so I always kept it like that.

I took a long sip of the outrageously expensive wine. Somehow it just tasted better with the smell of Lavender Vanilla bubble bath thick in the air. I lowered myself in to the bath, and with the bottle within hands reach, I began plotting.

When my mother told me revenge is a dish served cold I had always thought that it was just a saying. Not until the alcohol began to fuel my creative planning did I understand. I would wait until the opportunity presented itself, and then, I would make sure John understood what I was feeling. I wanted to take away what was most important to him. He had destroyed my trust, tossed my love aside and chose a moment, or moments of lust over the relationship I had worked so hard to build. But what in his world of lies was most important to him?

The night passed filled with dreams of young blonde sorority girls stealing my clothes and the keys to my house and hiding them just before the big final exam. I didn?t need a psychic to tell me what they meant. I was hurt. I was scared that the last decade of my life had been for nothing. John was throwing away our marriage, friendship and along with it, my self-esteem. I couldn?t control most of that, but I could take back the reigns of my own life, but how?

My thoughts started racing faster as the morning light filled my house. As I sipped my cup of coffee I was painfully aware of the silence throughout the large house, making me feel more alone than I already was. I needed to get out. Since I really didn?t feel like talking about it with any of my friends just yet, I figured the gym, like a safe harbor, would be the best thing for me, or at least get me away from the wine.

The gym had become one of my escapes. Not only did I get the chance to work out and work off my sexual tension that seemed to be building up quicker recently, it also afforded me the opportunity to enjoy the stare of a man. My workout clothes hugged my curves and accented every nuance of the body I had worked so hard for. When John stopped staring, at me at least, it was almost like the quick stolen glances of the guys at the gym gave me that vindication that I needed to know that I still had that fire of sexuality John had given up on.

I kept telling myself to wait. Like a Mantra? ?Wait, the opportunity will be there. Be calm.? I pulled on my work out clothes and stepped into the brand new luxury SUV I had talked John into buying a month ago as an anniversary present. I wasn?t going to get anything anyway, so I figured why not get something I wanted and would enjoy, not some piece of jewelry that I picked out myself.

The doors of the gym opened and I was greeted by Bobby, the young, dirty-blonde, statuesque trainer every woman had their eye on.

?Hey Mrs. Jacobs, how are you doing?? His eyes quickly looked me up and down. He was quick enough to not linger. Every man thinks he won?t be caught, but they always are. The woman?s reaction to the prying eyes depends on how much they enjoyed the eyes undressing them. So I said nothing because his attention did lift my spirits a bit.

?I?ve been better. I think some cardio will do me good today.? I smiled, tossed my hair slightly as I walked by him towards the woman?s locker room. A woman tossing her hair was always such a clich?, but it worked, and as any woman knows it becomes almost a habit.

?Well, you?re looking good to me Mrs. Jacobs.? His face went bright red as the words left his mouth. Embarrassment took over and I watched his face grow into a grimace as he realized what he had said.

I turned slowly back towards him, letting my weight come to rest on my hip and paused for a second.

?Thank you Bobby. I needed that.? I walked into the locker room with a bounce in my step and a sway in my hips. Opening my locker, I stuffed my bag in and then looked at myself in the full length mirror that clung to the inside of the door. I was wearing my black yoga pants and my pink tank top with a white sports bra underneath. It looked good, but right now, I wanted to look better than good.

As I stood there next to my open locker, I couldn?t help but revisit the feeling of having Bobby?s eyes drift over my body. I wondered what he thought as his eyes passed my tits and quickly darted down to my yoga pants. Was he hoping to see the outline of my pussy? Was I reading too much into his glance? Then something inside me clicked. If John was going to ruin our marriage and destroy the work I?ve done, I might as well have a little fun as the sinking ship went down.

I pulled off the pink tank top, leaving me in only a white sports bra. Then I stripped off the black yoga pants and slipped on a pair of white, tight running shorts. With no panties and nothing under the sports bra, I was taking a major risk of being close to obscene, but at this point there was nothing to lose. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Drenched in white, I was sure to grab his attention and keep it was my sweat soaked into the material. Letting out a deep breath, I made my way to the gym.

?Hey Bobby!? I waved to him from across the mostly deserted gym, making sure he noticed I had changed. It was 11:30 and since most of the world was working. Except for the two of us, the gym was nearly empty. It was one of the perks of being a housewife, having the gym to oneself. But of course, I realized now it was coming at a price.

Popping my earphones in, I started doing some light stretching before doing a quick work out. I made sure to exaggerate every lunge, dip and skyward reach, hoping that Bobby would appreciate what my husband did not. I lifted my left arm over my head and pulled it down with my right, stretching my triceps. I was facing the mirror pretending to be lost in a song, while I searched for Bobby in the reflection.

A little flirting was one thing, but this was stepping out of my normal comfort zone and into uncharted waters. I wanted to make sure my efforts weren?t going unnoticed. I looked over to my right and caught him. He was standing behind the help desk staring at me. His face flushed quickly as he tried to avert his eyes. He looked down at his clipboard for a brief second and then back at me. I gave him a little smile and switched arms. It was working.

I was half an hour into my elliptical workout when I saw Bobby doing his rounds as trainer and checking on the guests, mostly the women. It almost seemed like he was circling me, going to different people, and getting closer with each step. I felt like he was stalking me, waiting for the perfect time to pounce on his prey.

?Mrs. Jacobs, how?s your work out going?? His eyes drifted over my body as he moved to check my my heart rate on the machine?s display I hadn?t had any practice actually flirting in a while, but there was something about Bobby that was beginning to drive me wild. Maybe it was that fact that he was young, in shape and devilishly handsome, or maybe it was just that he was noticing me. At this point I didn?t know and I didn?t care.

?Oh, well? it?s not the most fun I?ve had, but it?ll have to do for now.? I took a deep breath pushing my tits out. His head was eye level with my hardening nipples as my body moved and adjusted to the intensity of a new resistance. His eyes shifted from my display screen to my tits and then back again as he tried to be as discreet as possible.

?Well, Mrs. Jacobs??

?Brooke? my name is Brooke.? I looked down at him and locked eyes.

?Oh, uh? I?m? I?m sorry?? His voice stuttered.

?Don?t be. I just want to hear you call me Brooke?? I smiled. ?That?s all.? I tossed my hair away from him.

?OK, Brooke,? he paused for a moment and smiled back at me. ?If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know.?

?I will.? I let the machine slow down to a stop and put my hand on his muscular shoulder to help me off of the machine. ?I?m sure I?ll need something soon Bobby.? I let my hand slip off of his shoulder and down his pec as I turned, grabbed my towel and started walking away. I felt empowered. I felt wanted. I glanced over my shoulder and his eyes were fixed on my sway.

I was sick of feeling tossed aside for work, social climbing and now another woman. I was taking my life back and I was going to enjoy every little bit I could get. How exactly I was going to do that, and what I was going to put John through was still an enticing question.

After a quick shower I got dressed. The ride home wasn?t very long, but it seemed like a blink of an eye as my mind was racing a mile a minute. The questions kept saturating my mind: What was I going to do? How was I going to make John pay? What was my course of action? Instead of stressing about it, beating myself up for not seeing this sooner or feeling sorry for myself, I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. A newfound confidence in my own ability and worth began to swell in me. This was an opportunity to change my life and take charge. I was excited.

As I walked through the front door, my phone rang, it was him.

?Hey Babe,? I picked up the phone like everything was more than alright.

?Hey, I uh? I just wanted to make sure you are ready for tonight.? He sounded like his mind was a million miles away, like it had been for most of our marriage.

?Absolutely.? I tossed my bag down and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. ?7:30 at Gino?s. Are you still coming home, or do you want me to meet you there?? I opened up my closet and went to the section where I had dresses I hadn?t worn in a long time.

?I?ll come home and clean up a bit before we go. Will is meeting us there. He made partner about five years ago and he could really put in a good word for me, so make sure you?re on time tonight.? I had almost tuned him completely out as I found the dress I was thinking about. Holding it up against my body all I could think was that tonight was going to be the first step in my revenge and of course, my fun.

I was in the bath when John came home. He was fumbling around in the bedroom with something when he knocked on the door and jiggled the handle.

?Brooke, you in there?? He sounded rushed and annoyed.

?Yeah, what do you need?? I dragged my razor carefully up my leg, making sure it was nice and smooth.

?Well, it would be nice to take a shower in my own bathroom.?

?Oh, I?m sorry sweetie. I?m still getting ready. I wanted to be on time for you tonight.? My leg stretched high into the air as I moved the razor up my thigh.

?Fine? I?ll just use the other bathroom? We need to be out of here in 45 minutes, got it?? Wow, I thought. For someone who was probably fucking his brains out last night, he sure was uptight.

?I?ll be ready.? I finished my legs and moved onto my bikini line.

?Good? I?ll be downstairs waiting.? He left and I hear the water turn on in the bathroom down the hall.

Carefully, I groomed my pussy, making sure that my lips were clean and the small patch was neat and shaped. I kept repeating: ?If you look good, then you?ll feel good.? The words seemed so trivial, but I found comfort in them. My husband was washing off the scent, and God knows what else, of another woman a few feet from me and my heart and mind were going crazy. How could he throw this away? All of our memories, our dreams and the promises had all meant nothing. But I wasn?t going to let him destroy me.

My father had always told me, if someone starts the fight, you end it, and that is what I planned to do. I was going to play the cards that were dealt to me. I was going to let him hang himself on his own rope, I just needed to be patient and alert enough to take my opportunities when they came.

8 reviews for A Wife’s Revenge

  1. Alicia (verified owner)

    Nice story about a woman who gets more than she planned for when she decides to get revenge on her cheating husband. Good charaters.

  2. Alicia (verified owner)

    Nice story about a woman who gets more than she planned for when she decides to get revenge on her cheating husband. Good charaters.

  3. Evelyn

    Interesting story about revenge gone wrong with some good results in the end. Wish it had been longer but otherwise a nice story.

  4. Evelyn

    Interesting story about revenge gone wrong with some good results in the end. Wish it had been longer but otherwise a nice story.

  5. Laurel (verified owner)

    It was an ok story just not for me. It was a fast, ok read, good plot.

  6. Laurel (verified owner)

    It was an ok story just not for me. It was a fast, ok read, good plot.

  7. Denise (verified owner)

    This is a story for all the women out there who feel in one way or another like they are being taken advantage of or thrown over for a younger version of themselves. It was written very well, and you get that she is happy with the outcome, but I feel there is still more to tell. Does she want to continue with Tom or Will. We know the ex is a jerk and she definitely needs to lose him. But i would have liked to have seen her find someone else. Not just multiple one night stands. It also could be edited better, multiple errors not just spelling. Would like to know Jen\’s story too. Would really enjoy reading more about these two girls.

  8. Denise (verified owner)

    This is a story for all the women out there who feel in one way or another like they are being taken advantage of or thrown over for a younger version of themselves. It was written very well, and you get that she is happy with the outcome, but I feel there is still more to tell. Does she want to continue with Tom or Will. We know the ex is a jerk and she definitely needs to lose him. But i would have liked to have seen her find someone else. Not just multiple one night stands. It also could be edited better, multiple errors not just spelling. Would like to know Jen’s story too. Would really enjoy reading more about these two girls.

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