The Hostess' Revenge

Jenny Ferguson had a reputation in her neighborhood as an excellent hostess. Everyone loved getting one of her invitations. This year's holiday party was going to be something special, but not the way everyone was thinking. In the privacy of her room, she let herself scowl, fuming. What had begun as a suspicion had led her down a long, ugly road, that finished off with the envelope she'd looked at for probably the hundredth time since she had gotten it.

The old saying about "Be careful what you wish for" had really come back to bite her. Inside the envelope were the pictures from the private investigator she'd ended up hiring, showing her husband and Melissa "Missy" Francis. Missy was one of the neighbors she'd never liked, and now she hated her. Jenny made herself put the envelope down before she crumpled them in her clenched hands. Missy's husband Doug, on the other hand... Jenny had never understood how someone as nice and quiet and helpful as he was ended up with someone so self-centered and annoying. Doug figured heavily in her plan for the night.

She took a moment to do one last check in the mirror. Jenny's long black hair cascaded down to her mid back, topped with a Santa hat bobby-pinned in place. She had a great figure, her large breasts even more noticeable on her 5'4 frame, augmented with five-inch brilliant red heels. Her dress was Santa themed and so "off the shoulder" that it showed the beginnings of the slopes of her breasts. The top, ends of the sleeves, and edge of the skirt were bordered by fake white fluffy fur. The skirt was short enough that it looked more like something she would wear to a club than a neighborhood party, but then, that was what she was going for. The dress was gathered in at the waist with a thick black belt that had a few candy canes along its length. With a final check of her brilliant red lipstick, she went out to the living room, making sure the various appetizers and finger foods were laid out.

George, her husband, was behind the bar in their living room, reading something on his phone. His eyes flicked up to her, back to the phone, and then she saw the moment when what she was wearing really registered with him. "You're wearing... that?" his voice was a mixture of surprise, disapproval, and yes, a faint hint of that old desire he used to have for her almost all the time.

Too little, too late, she thought to herself, before saying, "Yes, it fits the theme we sent on the invitations, 'Heating up the Holidays,' doesn't it?"

"I..." he clearly wanted to say several things at once, and equally obviously had no idea which one to try. His phone buzzed again.

Probably Missy, Jenny thought. "Should you get that?" she asked, sounding as innocent as she could manage.

"Yeah, I guess..." his voice trailed away again as he looked back at the phone. Jenny watched his face, and the slight smirking expression told him what she needed to know. It was a look he used to give just her.

Smothering the bitter feeling that tried to fill her up, Jenny consoled herself with her plan for revenge, and busied herself with a last check of the setup for the party. Everything was good, and she moved into the kitchen, perching on a stool as she pulled her phone out of the case at the back of her belt. This outfit didn't have a lot of places to keep things, but she wasn't too worried about that. Jenny scrolled through her various social media accounts until she heard the first ring of the doorbell. "I got it," she called, heading for the front door.

If she'd bothered to think about it, Jenny would have bet that Tony and Frieda would have been first to arrive They had a tendency to show up on time or early to just about everything, which Tony joked was due to his German parents. "Hi," Tony said as she opened the door, then his voice trailed off and his eyes practically popped out of his head as he saw Jenny's dress.

"Come on in," Jenny said and hugged each of them. Tony was average height with short brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He wore jeans and a sweater featuring Santa on a beach. Frieda wore a deep red and green dress, which Jenny could see as Frieda shrugged out of her coat.

"You look good enough to eat," Frieda murmured in Jenny's ear, and Jenny felt a warm rush at the words. Neighborhood gossip had it that Frieda was bi and not too tied to the "forsaking all others" part of the wedding vows, with Tony's winking approval.

"Thanks," Jenny answered. Maybe she'd have more fun after tonight than she thought. "You can bring that to George," she told Tony, noting the bottle of wine in his hand.

Frieda gave Jenny a long, measuring look and asked, "What are you up to?"

Jenny flashed her a wicked smile. "Paying a debt."

Frieda let her eye roam along Jenny again and then said, "I'm not sure which side of that debt I want to be on, but let me know how it goes." Frieda went into the living room. On any other night, Frieda's dress would be eye-catching with its low neckline, but Jenny's outfit tonight wasn't coming in second to anyone.

Jenny went back to the kitchen, pulled out a tray of finger foods, and carried them to the living room. George was failing to have his eyes anywhere but on Frieda's cleavage, and Tony was looking on, obviously amused, sipping a drink. When the doorbell rang, Frida straightened up, downed her drink, and put a hand on Jenny's shoulder. "You stay here, hon. I got the door."

Gradually, people arrived and the room filled up. Missy and Doug were among the last to get there. Missy's fake smile slipped when she saw Jenny's outfit, while Doug smiled and then looked away. The food and more importantly the drinks were flowing, and Jenny nodded to herself. Everything was lining up perfectly. After she fended off Bobby, who wanted her help with his computer (the perils of working in IT) and a very drunk John from next door who was focused so hard on her neckline she thought he was going to fall into it, Jenny saw what she'd been waiting for. Missy and George were talking, leaning in close, and they wouldn't have noticed if Jenny had hopped up on the coffee table and started stripping to Santa Baby.

"Hey, Doug?" she asked, getting his attention away from the mess at the bar. When he looked her way, she said, "Could you give me a hand with something in the study?"

"Of course," he said, although he looked a bit confused. Jenny saw Frieda giving her a knowing smile as she led Doug out of the living room and down the hall. When she brought him into the room, he looked around. "What did you need?" he asked after a moment passed.

"A few things," she said, letting the edge in her voice come out. "First, look at these." She passed him the envelope from the PI.

He looked at her, curious, then picked up the envelope and opened it. "Jesus Christ..." he said after a moment or two passed. "How long have they...?" His voice trailed off as he shook his head.

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I know it's been a while. I just got these back three days ago."

"What.." he rubbed his eyes, looking suddenly tired, "what do you want to do next? Announce it at the party? Pass these out like welcome gifts?" He sounded both exhausted and hurt, with maybe a little bitter mixed in.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do," she said, and hoped she didn't sound unnatural or too well rehearsed. She'd practiced this dozens of time, planned every word down to the last detail. Now that it was finally time to put on the show, her heart was pounding and there were butterflies in her belly. "I'm going to file for divorce and fucking destroy him. You can do what you want. For right now, what I want is revenge."

"How?" he asked, looking up from the floor.

By way of answer, she grabbed at the fabric of her Santa dress and pulled down. The material had barely been able to keep her breasts contained as it was, and now they popped free, making his eyes get even bigger. Jenny took one of his hands in hers and guided it to her breast, wrapped the other around his neck, and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "I want him to see you make me cum. I want him to see you pound the fuck out of me. And then I want you to finish off by taking my ass." She'd been working herself up to say that since she hatched her plan. Jenny had no interest in anal, and it was the one thing she'd been turning George down on for years. But now... fuck it. She'd make herself deal with it just to twist the knife.

"You want him to come in here and catch us?" Doug answered in an equally low tone. Almost as if of their own will, his fingers tightened on her breast where she'd put his hand, and Jenny moaned, which to her surprise she wasn't at all faking to play things up. Doug had great hands. She had wondered how much convincing she was going to have to do, and now it seemed like not much at all.

"I have a camera set up in here. I'm going to record us, and then send him the file. I have it set up to be uncopiable and then to erase itself after he watches it five times." She saw the doubt in his eyes and said, "I'm great at my job."

Doug looked back at the pictures on the desk, and then at her. "It'll erase so it can't be used against us?" Jenny nodded. "Two conditions then. Missy gets a copy too, same limitations." Jenny was surprised but nodded her agreement. "And afterward, after the suits are concluded..." he smirked down at her, a smile that was malice and want and grief and several other things, "I get a copy that won't erase."

His answer, and the look he gave her, made her heart beast faster. "Doug, if you want after this is over, you can get the copy and me again," she said.

Doug straightened up, and Jenny wondered if she'd misread his interest, but he only reached out for the black belt at her waist and undid it. He dropped the belt to the floor. Jenny gave herself a shake, a move she'd practiced when she put this scheme together, and the dress slid to the floor. Now she was wearing the hat, the heels, and a green thong with holly berries on the front of them. "How do you want to do this?" he asked her.

"From behind," she answered, then let out a gasp of surprise as his hands were on her hips, turning her so she was facing away from him. Eager fingers grabbed her thong and yanked it down. Jenny stepped out of it and kicked it aside, then felt his hand on her back, pushing her forward, bending her over the desk. Jenny looked over to where she'd hidden the camera, and made sure she was where she needed to be for it to capture this, and then let out a long, low "OOOhhhhhhh," as Doug undid his pants and slid into her.

She had been so busy planning the revenge part of this, and so wrapped up in how hurt and mad she was, that Jenny hadn't even thought about what actually doing it would be like. Doug was bigger than she'd thought, and she thrust her hips back into him as her surprise started turning into heat and pleasure. Jenny guessed Doug was even madder than she'd thought, because the usually kind and gentle man was thrusting into her hard and fast, and she was holding on to the desk to keep from being knocked off her feet.

Jenny had thought she'd be acting during this part, playing it up for the camera. Instead, she was getting the fucking of her life and was just going with it. A thought occurred to her and Jenny managed to get some words out. "You going... to last... for the finale?"

In response, he bent forward, pressing his body down on hers while he kept thrusting. "Depends. When are you going to cum for me?"

The words, and the near-growl they were spoken in, took her by surprise. In the back of her head, there was a startled, very quiet "oh" and then she lost all control of herself, bucking hard, moaning, as the orgasm shot through her. If Doug was like this, she was even more surprised that Missy was cheating on him, and with George of all people.

She half-collapsed on the desk, panting, and then felt him slide out of her. For one lust-hazed moment, she didn't know why he'd do that, then remembered her own plan. Doug had surprised her on just about every level, and she wondered if she should throw out her vengeance idea and start seeing him on the side. Then she remembered the hurt from the pictures, and thought "Fuck it, I'm going to finish this." Swallowing, she said, "Lube is in the top drawer."

She felt him moving behind her, heard the drawer open, and then the squirt as he applied the lube. Jenny had never had anal, and was doing this just to get back at George. Although after the first round with Doug, she was curious now. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she'd always thought? Doug was thicker than George. Was that going to make it harder? She hadn't expected to have second thoughts in the middle of the act itself, and she might have backed out if a warm hand wasn't pressing down on her lower back.

Doug shifted behind her, and she felt the head of him pressing against her ass. Jenny braced herself on the desk and almost changed her mind again, but bit down on her lip. This was going to happen and George was going to see what he'd missed. Doug pressed himself forward, slowly pushing into her ass, and Jenny groaned, but not in pleasure this time. Was she really going to go through with this? It felt strange, and almost burned, but also ached. Her first thought was that she appreciated that was moving so much slower than he had a few moments ago. Then he stopped again, and she suddenly wished he'd get it over with.

"You ok?" he asked, his voice rough, but she was touched by the concern in it.

"Yeah. Keep going," she made herself answer.

He pushed further, and she felt him slipping deeper inside her ass. It wasn't like that pleasantly stretched feeling she'd has when he'd taken her before, but a building pressure that just seemed to get worse as he went. Then, he was in all the way. Jenny had to take a few deep breaths to clear her head, and then she pushed herself up from her sprawled position on the desk, making sure her swaying chest was going to be caught on the camera. "Oh god... so deep in my ass," she groaned out, mostly for the camera, but something was changing. The ache was fading, sort of. And the pressure was making her want to move. Tentatively, she pushed back against him. She winced, but it sent a sudden and intense pulse through her clit that made her gasp. It was very different, but not the constant pain she had expected.

Doug slid most of the way out of her and so slowly pushed back in, and she groaned again, this time being shocked by a flood of new sensations. It wasn't exactly comfortable yet, and every time Doug moved she ached, but it was getting good. Really, really good. Was this what it was like? On this one thing, she might owe George an apology, not that she'd ever admit it. Not now. "Uhhh," she groaned, then surprised herself again by pushing back harder. Doug was taking his time, letting her adjust, but she could feel a warmth building in her belly that was as surprising as it was welcome.

"Hhm?" he made a questioning noise, almost stopping.

"More," she groaned out. She'd sort out her increasingly complicated feelings about this later. For right now, Jenny had come this far and was going to get it all on video to torture George. His hips began rocking and, as she got used to it, Jenny started moving her body to answer. Things started happening quickly, and she got one more flash of inspiration. "Pull... Me... Up," she forced out the words. Fortunately, Doug understood, because she probably couldn't have explained what she wanted at that moment if her life had depended on it. Strong hands gripped her at the ribs, and he began straightening her body, bringing her back up. His hands slid up on her body, cupping her breasts as Jenny's breath was coming faster and faster.

Everything aligned all at once, in a perfect moment that was far beyond anything she'd managed in her revenge fantasy. Doug's cock was buried deep inside her ass, her body was shuddering as a fire built in her belly, and his fingers, spread to cup her breasts, touched on her nipples. That was the last push she needed. Startling herself, she looked directly into the camera and came explosively, loudly, losing track of absolutely everything. It was a completely different kind of orgasm, twisting her belly in knots while the rest of her body went hot and shivery. Dimly, she felt and heard Doug coming behind her, and felt a sense of victory, making the moment that much sweeter.

She had no idea how much time passed before she started thinking and moving again. "That... was... fucking... incredible," Jenny panted, still surprised by the turn of events.

"Yeah," Doug agreed hoarsely, then he seemed to remember where he was "Shit, we should get back to the party if we don't want to get caught."

"There's a bathroom right over there," Jenny pointed to a door in the wall, then winced as he slid out of her. Doug had turned to the bathroom when Jenny managed to make herself start to get up.

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Frieda in the doorway. What was she going to do? Was she going to get caught before she was ready? Frieda wore an amused smile, mimed clapping, winked and blew Jenny a kiss, then turned away and quietly closed the door behind her.

She and Doug hurriedly got cleaned up and dressed. No one seemed to have noticed they had been gone, except for a grinning Frieda, and maybe Tony too, from the grin and wink he gave her. Jenny would figure that out another day. And she would start the next part of her revenge later as well. For now, she went back to pretending to be the perfect little hostess and casting the occasional malicious smile at George. He had no idea what was coming. And she had something new she desperately wanted to explore.