I had her. I knew it. She knew it.
I sat quietly and let her stew in the realization that her life was unraveling. I could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to find a way to lie, cheat, and manipulate her way out of it – like she always did. But she was stuck, and she knew it.
I knew she was trouble the first time my friend Dave brought her around. He was already head over heels for her, but I saw right through her. I touched her a few times that first night. Little things, like putting my hand on the small of her back as I walked past. That “excuse me as I scoot behind you” kind of touch, but I put my hand lower, and kept it there longer than any reasonable person would consider appropriate. And she leaned into my hand. Every time. Instead of moving out of the way, or acting uncomfortable, she leaned into the inappropriate touch of a man she’d just met while her boyfriend was just in the other room.
She liked it. She liked the attention, liked being touched.
I tried to warn Dave that she was no goo but he was already wrapped around her little finger. Dave’s a good guy but he has more money than sense – something I’m sure she was extremely aware of.
Dave ignored my warnings and a few months later I stood beside him at their wedding. As she spoke her vows I knew, without a doubt, that she had no intention of keeping them. I made a vow too, one that I was determined to keep, I was going to keep an eye on her.
She changed completely after the wedding. Not in how she interacted with the world, just in how she treated Dave. She became dismissive of him, contemptuous. She manipulated him constantly to get what she wanted, making snide remarks and withholding sex until he gave her what she wanted.
When our group of friends would hang out she’d almost completely ignore him, focusing all her attention on the other guys. She was beyond a tease, it’s like she was addicted to the attention. She’d wear these loose shirts with the sides cut down low so every time she bent over we could see clearly if she was wearing a bra or not – and more often than not she wasn’t.
Any time I’d come over to see Dave she’d wear these short, loose shorts so the slightest breeze would show off a hint of her ass cheeks.
She had the body for it too. Let me tell you. It was impossible not to look, not to imagine. But she was my friend’s wife and it infuriated me how she disrespected Dave.
We didn’t get along. I was sure she was running around behind Dave’s back, and I refused to put up with her shit. She was used to guys falling all over themselves to get on her hood side and I wouldn’t play her game. There was a very quiet war going on between the two of us that no one else knew about.
And then one day I found it. The proof Id been looking for. I was casually flipping through a dating app and found her. The pictures were all body shots, with her face cropped out, but I recognized her. I even recognized their living room in the background.
I knew it wasn’t enough proof though. She could always claim someone was using her pictures to catfish guys. So I came up with a plan.
I quickly put together a fake dating profile. I used some guy’s pictures that I found in the internet so she wouldn’t know it was me and engineered the page to specifically appeal to her tastes.
It took two days for us to match and we started chatting. Immediately the conversation became all heavy flirting. She wasn’t looking for a relationship, she wanted to fuck. She didn’t come out and say it of course but the message was clear.
It was almost two easy. Within 15 minutes she sent me a picture of her face – it was her. By the next day, and a handful of compliments later, she was sending me more and more pictures. Sunbathing in a bikini. Barely covered in a bubble bath. In a night gown, the strap hanging off her shoulder and her nipples barely covered.
I played it up. Pretending to be a drooling mess over the pictures she sent. Pretending to be dying to see more of her. It wasn’t hard, like I said, she had the body for it. But all the while I was fuming, imagining her texting me while her husband – my friend – sat beside her on the couch.
Within a few days the pictures were were coming more and more regularly with less and less clothing. I fed her slutty desires and downloaded dozens of photos of her nude body.
And the day came to spring the trap.
I waited until a few days before Dave left for a week long business trip and told her we should meet up. She agreed immediately and set the date for the day Dave left town. She invited me to her house. She was going to fuck a complete stranger in her husbands bed.
The look on her face was priceless when it was me, rather than some internet stranger, that showed up at her door. Confusion, irritation, and fear cycled across her face as she kept looking over my shoulder at the street.
“No one else is coming,” I said calmly. “It’s just me. Why don’t we go inside and have a chat.”
At first she denied everything. Tried to lie and confuse the subject. But I had all the evidence. I showed her all the pictures on my phone. Pictures of her as well as the screen shots of our conversations. She lied some more. She yelled. She cried. She tried to flirt and manipulate me.
I wasn’t having it though. I finally had my chance to tell her exactly what I thought of her. I had the proof of who she really was. It was the confrontation I had waited almost 2 years for.
“You can delete the pictures, if you want,” I said. “I’ve got plenty of back ups.”
She stood across from me, glaring like she could bore holes right through my head. It didn’t bother me a bit.
“It’s over now,” I continued. “There is no way to lie your way out of this. Dave is going to know exactly what you are. Fortunately he at least had enough sense to make you sign a prenup. He’s going to kick you out and you’ll have nothing.
“We both know you have no skills, no way to make a living – at least nothing other than what’s barely hidden with your clothes. Maybe you can earn a living being exactly what you are … a whore. But I doubt even you can earn enough money to live the way you do now. You’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “What do you want?” She asked.
I’d seen her puppy dog eyes before, they didn’t work on me. “I want you to tell Dave the truth. I want you to tell him that you’re a lying, cheating slut and that you don’t deserve him. Don’t tell him how many guys you’ve tucked behind his back, it will only break his heart. But you’re going to let him live his life. You’re going to leave and let him move on to a life of real happiness.”
She stared at me defiantly. Even in the midst of her world crashing around her she was defiant. “He loves me. He will never be happy without me.”
If I was a different kind of man I would have hit her right then. I was that angry. She didn’t care that she’d break his heart – hell she’d do it just out of spite. She had power over him and she was perfectly happy exploiting it.
I stepped in close to her, staring down into her malevolent eyes. “If you hurt him I will ruin you. I’ll not only show Dave who you are, I will post these pictures every where. The whole world will know you’re a cheating whore. You will be homeless, penniless and never able to trap another sucker again. I will eviscerate your entire life.”
That’s when I really had her. She still glared at me with all the violent hatred of a wet cat but beneath it I saw the fear. The thought of being poor and alone broke her. She was still angry, but she was scared too.
But she was right. If any of this ever got out it would break Dave’s heart. Despite it all, the gullible idiot loved her and was happy with her – when she actually showed him attention.
“You’re not going to hurt my friend,” I said. “If you don’t want me showing any of this to him, and the rest of the world, you’re going to change. You’re going to become the perfect, loving, accommodating wife.”
I don’t know why I did it. I had never once planned on it but all the anger and disdain I felt boiled up in me and suddenly I wanted to humiliate her. I reached up and grabbed her breasts – it was a no bra day. “You’re going to use you body like the whore you are. You’ll use it to keep your husband happy … and earn the house you live in.”
Oh she hated me. If I’d caught on fire in that moment she wouldn’t have spit to put me out. But she didn’t move either. She didn’t slap my hands away or take a step back. She didn’t even say a word. She stood there, glaring at me, as I massaged her breasts through her thin shirt. She barely even flinched when I tweaked her nipples.
“Aren’t you?” I asked.
Her lips curled into a snarl as she continued to glare at me, but she said simply, “Yes.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I thought.” I slid my hands up her chest to her shoulders and started pushing her down. She resisted at first but she didn’t have much strength and absolutely no leverage. She got down in her knees.
“When he gets home from work, tired and stressed,” I said. “You’re going to meet him at the door on your knees.”
I pulled my hard cock from my pants and pushed it against her lips. She knew what I wanted. She knew what was about to happen. And she knew she didn’t have a choice.
She opened her mouth.
As I slid my dick over her tongue I said, “You’re going to suck his dick when he gets home from work like a good wife. You’ll welcome him home with mouth wide open.”
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down on my dick. She didn’t even gag when my dick pushed down her throat.
“I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve traded your body for something.” I pulled her head back and shoved it back down. “It’s obviously not the first time you’ve had a cock down your throat.”
I pulled her head up and down, forcing her mouth to slide over my dick again and again. After a minute I let go of her head but she kept moving. She didn’t have a choice. She knew it wasn’t going to end until she made me cum and I guess she was eager to get it over with.
She was good.
I mean really good. That girl really knew how to suck a dick.
“You know what you’re doing,” I growled. “I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice.” I put a hand on the back of her head, helping her along as I started thrusting into her mouth harder and harder. “You’re going to get a lot more practice too. You’re going to take care of my friend like the little slut you are.”
I lasted maybe ten minutes. Like I said, she knew what she was doing, and the hatred radiating off her body was exhilarating. I jerked her head down till her face has smashed against my body. I unloaded my cum down her throat with a groan.
She coughed and gagged and a little of my cum spilled down her chin, but she swallows most of it. I held her still until I was sure she had.
When I stepped back she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She never took her eyes off me. Her face was red with furry and streaked with sweat – or tears – or maybe both.
I can’t explain the look on her face, or exactly why it had such an affect on me. But I felt myself getting hard again. Suddenly my mind was filled with a thousand ideas of things to do with her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered. “Pull your shorts down, your ass in the air and your face on the floor.”
She sneered at me but did exactly as I instructed. I got on my knees behind her, gripping her ass with both hands. “By the time Dave gets home you’re going to be a whole new person.”
I slid my cock against her pussy, teasing myself just a little. I gave her ass a little slap and said, “I’ve got an entire week to teach you how to be the perfect wife.”
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