For my mom

At the age of 14 my dad left my mom for a woman only nine years older than me. She was known locally as a slut, but all the same my dad became infatuated with her and abandoned our family. Eighteen months later my mom and dad divorced and and only a couple of months after that, Rebecca (Becky) The slut my dad left our home for, dumped my dad. She left him for a guy a couple of years older than her, and it was soon known in our smallish town, she was head over heels in love with him. They got married and eventually had a child together. Not long after the child was born, he strayed and it was with a younger 18 year old friend of mine. She met him at a party next to the place he worked, but she didn't know who he was. They had a very brief affair and it was only when he dumped her "to save his marriage" as he put it, that she confided in me she'd had an affair with what turned out to be the sluts husband. It put an idea into my head, as I knew if I visited a certain bar, he'd most certainly be there, as he worked as a doorman. Putting on my favourite short black dress and nothing else I went one evening to try and seduce him. I was distraught when I found out he'd been sacked for screwing the bar owners wife, but found out he'd took a job at a nearby place. It took me five minutes to get his cell number and a promise of a date. I met him at a bar in a neighboring town wearing the same black dress and once again nothing else. Within ten minutes we were in a taxi and on our way to a motel. Placing my cell phone on a stand, I pressed record as he washed up and then made myself be his slut for next hour. We did everything you can imagine and more. The more I thought about my mom and dad spliting up, the more I chose to be as slutty as I could be with him. I even at one point shouted out how much I'd enjoyed his cock every week for the past year. He looked puzzled but was too busy fucking my asshole to stop. After getting a cab to drop me off, he text me and asked if he could see me again. I text back "Oh you'll be seeing me again". Back home I put the recording onto my lap top, burned a disc and smiled. Two days later when I knew he was at his new place of work, I knocked on his and Becky's door, placed the disc on the mat and clamly walked away. I also left the number of the bar he used to work at and a note telling her I wasn't the first. And to just ask the bar owner. I would have loved to have been there to see her face as she watched the disc. Never the less, it was all the revenge I needed to see her and their son being driven away in a cab, crying her heart out. They're now getting a divorce and apparently she's stopped him seeing his kid. Their marriage has ended, but not her misery or my revenge. Because soon I'll be letting her know just who I am.

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anonymous Revenge October 07, 2014 at 12:00 am 0 0