Payback Isn't the Only Bitch

It was getting late, and Bill still wasn't home. I'm sorry, Billy still wasn't home. I keep forgetting that he wants to be called Billy now. Why after 37 years he wants to have a new moniker is beyond me, but it makes him happy.

I feel like it's been days since we last saw each other for more than 10 minutes. But with Billy's overtime at the store and my full-time job at the bank there just isn't enough hours in the day. You add in our 5-year-old son, and it sometimes feels like we are strangers passing in the night.

We've been married forever, or at least it feels that way sometimes. Billy was 25 and I was 23 when we wed after a respectable 2-year courtship. Despite some early infertility issues, we were able to conceive via IVF when we were both in our early 30's and Wyatt completed our family. Our marriage has been a happy one by and large for the past 12 years and I am hopeful for the future.

I just wish he didn't work so much. He has worked at that damn store for practically our whole marriage, and he finally got a promotion about 6 months ago. For the first couple of months that he was produce manager things seemed to go on as usual. But then, for the last 3 or 4 months, he has been working ALL the time. My mom has even stepped in and helped out with babysitting since we can't really afford daycare. And now it is almost midnight, and the store has been closed for a couple of hours. He would have normally been home by 10:30 at the latest, but things have changed now that he is management, I guess. With one last look out the window, I head upstairs with a heavy heart.

Wyatt is snuggled up with his stuffed turtle, and his soft snores soothe my worried mom heart. I know that Bill is ok. I just wish he would call or at least text me when he was going to be late. But I know better than to push the issue. Billy's temper has always been kind of short, but these days he seems to go off without the slightest provocation. And I have found it easier to keep my problems to myself. He has enough to worry about.

To spite the summer heat, I crawl naked into our queen bed and cover myself loosely with the sheet. I pull Bill's pillow into my arms, hugging it close to my chest. Quickly falling asleep, savoring the scent of the man I love.

My amber eyes pop open when the pillow is pulled out of my arms. Blinking against the bright light, the lamp on Bill's nightstand is on, and I see him standing next to our bed, his pillow in his hand.

"Hi Hun." My voice deep with sleep. Glancing at the clock, I am shocked to see it is almost 3am! "Are you just getting in?"

"What?" Bill answers quickly. "No, don't be dumb." Setting his pillow on the bed as he takes his wallet out of his pocket and places it on the nightstand. "I've been home for hours. I just... didn't want to disturb you." He pulls off his t-shirt, a black tight V-neck and tosses it into the laundry basket.

"But..." After 14 years together, I know my husband by sight, sound, smell, touch and taste. And even in my half-asleep state, I can tell something is wrong. Something doesn't smell right.

Bill's hand stops on his belt buckle. "But what?" A heavy sigh.

The anger is his voice wakes me up fully. Realizing my mistake, I quickly sit up, holding the sheet to my chest to cover my nakedness. "Nothing Bill. Billy, sorry." My eyes dart to the bed, not wanting to make eye contact. I really don't want to fight.

With the rattle of his belt buckle opening, I let out the breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Looking up slowly, I see Bill remove his belt and roughly pull down his jeans, clearly upset. His movements are jerky, almost awkward. "This is what I fucking need now." He mutters, mostly to himself. He steps out of his pants. "I tried to let you fucking sleep and this is what I get." He slams his hands down on the bed, his eyes bore into mine, fierce with anger.

"No, Bil.. Billy. I'm sorry." I hug the sheet tightly to my ample bosom protectively. "Please, don't be mad. It's late and I was confused. I'm sorry." I plead with him, practically beg him.

Without warning, his hands suddenly yank on the sheet, pulling it out of my hand and off the bed. He throws it towards the door in an almost dramatic fashion, exposing my soft, buxom body to the warm night arm. "You're sorry?" His eyes rove over my curves. Instinctively I cross my arms over my chest. "So, where's your boyfriend Maria? In the closet?" He opens the closet door, to find nothing of course. "Or did he just fuck you and leave you like all the others!"

"No. Don't do this." Trying to hold back the tears that are threatening, knowing they will only exacerbate the situation, I reach for Bill's pillow to cover myself. I have become a little insecure about my new shape since having Wyatt and Bill knows this.

Bill pulls the pillow away before I can grab it. "I don't think so." He says as he throws it to the floor. He looks intimidating standing at his full 5'10" height. His wide chest, full of thick brown chest hair, heaves in his anger. His pale, untoned stomach tapering down to narrow hips that are hugged by a pair of green boxer briefs I have never seen before. His new underwear is doing little to hide the erection that is pushed against the stretchy fabric.

My mind races with a way to end this. It takes so little to set him off these days. "Please Billy." Wiggling under his intense grey eyes. Feeling the sweat begin to form on my brow. "I'm sorry. It was just hot and..."

"It was hot?" He growls. "That's a new one Maria." He crawls onto the bed, slowly moving towards me. "You know if you lost some of this weight." He pokes at my stomach. "Maybe you wouldn't get so warm." He laughs, a harsh sound that holds no real humor. Sitting up on his knees, his boxer clad erection close enough to my face that I can smell the sweat on his skin and a hint of something else, something flowery.

"I mean look at this." Bill grabs my full, round breast and squeezes it hard with his free hand. He sees me wince in pain, and his cock throbs in response. "Remember when this was up here?" He lifts my breast up and pinches my nipple painfully. His teasing is harsh, and the tears fall down my cheeks despite my best efforts.

"Billy, please." My big blue eyes searching for the man I love inside this angry shell looming over me. His hand squeezes again, the soft creamy flesh bulging through his spread fingers. His fingernails dig deep, leaving deep red crescents and I can see my pale skin already beginning to show the signs of bruising around them.

"Please, huh?" He smiles darkly as he pulls his underwear down and quickly grabs the back of my head. With one hard thrust his cock in my mouth. He rocks his hips against my face, his balls bouncing off my chin as his thin, small penis invades my mouth. "Is that what you wanted?" He says through clenched teeth.

This isn't like Bill at all. He is never this rough with me. We've had our share of fun in the bedroom, but never like this. It seems useless to struggle so I do my best to relax and not gag as my husband's manhood tickles my uvula.

Bill cums quickly, his hot seed oozing down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth, and I swallow his sprunk easily, surprised by how little of it there is. He pulls his boxers up and goes to get his pillow and our sheet.

I quickly wipe the tears off my face when his back is to me. He hikes his pillow to me from between his legs like a football and then picks up the sheet spreading it over the bed, the soft, cool cotton falling on my legs like a billowy cloud. Bill climbs in beside me and turns off his light. His rough stubbled cheek scrapes against mine in the darkness. "I love you." He whispers as he places a light kiss on my cheek.

I feel him slide down into the sheets and turn away from me. I struggle to keep the emotion out of my voice but manage an "I love you too Billy." I lie back down and cry softly in my pillow. I know I will not sleep anymore tonight; my mind trying to put the pieces together, desperate to make it all make sense. Because I know there is something wrong with my husband.

Like I said, something smells funny.

I silence my alarm before it wakes up Bill. Quietly getting what I need from the bedroom before sneaking out into the hallway, the door closing silently behind me. I shower and dress before going to wake up Wyatt. Quickly packing up his things while he eats breakfast. We are out the door and headed to my mom's house before Bill wakes up.

Step one done.

Mom agrees to let Wyatt sleep over for a couple of days. It doesn't take much convincing considering how much Bill has been working and how hard up for money she knows we are. She also loves Wyatt, and they have a blast together. Though I think she knows something's up. It could just be wishful thinking, but I noticed that the bed is made up in the guest room and Mom said Wyatt was having a campout in the backyard. Gotta love that mom intuition.

Step two, done.

Pulling into the bank parking lot, almost 20 minutes early. I rest my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. Feeling better knowing that Wyatt is going to be safely away from the house, I can focus on the next step. The first 2 were easy the next one could be life changing.

Last night changed something in me. Bill's behavior and the lies, it was all too much. So, during my restless night I made a plan. A step-by-step guide to finding out what was going on with my husband. Getting Wyatt away was paramount. The last thing I want is for him to be caught up in any of this.

Tap, tap, tap.

I jump awake at the sound, not realizing I had fallen asleep. Kendra, one of my favorite coworkers, gently taps at my window. Laughing, mostly at myself, I ask her to wait a minute by using the classic gesture and grab my purse. We walk into the bank together, Kendra gently teasing me about napping in my car. Heading to my teller window, absentmindedly counting my till, my thoughts on the next step in my plan.

Working with Kendra and Henry normally makes for a pretty good day. They are young, both in their early 20's. They make a cute couple. Kendra is short, 5'3" if she's lucky and very bubbly. Her pink highlighted blonde hair cut in a pixie bob that only certain people can pull off. She has small, perky breasts and a thin waist that curve out to slightly wider hips that form her small heart shaped ass, all of which I am secretly envious of. Her round, pale face and bright green eyes give her an eternally youthful look that matches her personality.

Henry is tall, at least 6', and lean. His light brown hair, parted in the middle and reaching just to the top of his ears, matches the whisp of freckles on the bridge of his nose and underneath each pale blue eye. He has high cheekbones and a strong jaw, features that make him almost look unapproachable. But his large, friendly eyes and big childlike grin soften the sharper aspects of his handsome face making him a favorite amongst the ladies at the bank.

It is a quiet Tuesday morning, and we spend the first half of the day taking care of the few early birds that come in, mostly older people who don't like online banking, and counting the deposits from the night before. I try my best to act natural, but I know that Kendra and Henry can feel the tension. Bless their hearts for not prying, though the sympathetic looks Kendra keeps sending my way tells me it isn't easy for her.

Finally, it's lunch time. Quickly setting an alarm because I only have an hour to execute step 3. Quickly making my way to his store, a 10-minute drive that I make in 7. Donning my black baseball cap and a pair of glasses I found in the bank's lost and found, I head into the store.

It's the early afternoon on a hot Tuesday in the middle of summer. The store is virtually deserted. I walk around the store, seeing only a couple teenagers with skateboards hanging out in the frozen food aisle enjoying the store's air conditioning. It's odd, not only do I not see my husband, but other than the young cashier playing on her phone, I haven't seen another employee.

Slipping into the employee only door that leads to the breakroom. I hear movement to my left, and I move quickly, ducking into the dark corner next to the vending machine to my right, not wanting to be seen. Using the vending machine as a shield, I peek around and my heart sinks.

Not more than 6 feet from me, a young 20-something year old girl sits on the wooden break table, giving me a full profile view of her body. Her long blonde hair tickles the tabletop, her face pointed up to the ceiling, her mouth open. She has a small, pointed nose and the large gawdy hoop in her ear screams of her youth. Her company issued, blue button up shirt is open to her navel, the rough woven fabric tented over her small, bare, teardrop shaped breast. She has nothing covering her thin waist, her bare ass on hard tabletop. Her right leg is on the floor allowing me to see the tanned left leg wrapped around my husband's shoulders as he eagerly laps at her mound.

Snapping a quick picture before I duck back behind the machine.

The girl giggles, making me feel nauseous. I had hoped to catch him flirting or maybe kissing her, but not this. My Bill was a private lover, and I had never thought I would catch him in such a public display as this. I realize I can hear the sounds of him licking her. Hear his moans muffled against her soft wet flesh. Leaning my head against the hard metal machine, I have seen and heard enough to know my marriage is over.

I have to get out of here. Just as I am about to make for the door, I hear the sound a chair being knocked to the floor, followed by shuffling noises. They are moving around. I hear their moans and their slobbery, wet kisses. I peek around the machine again just as Bill bends her over the table. Both of them now facing in my direction.

Retreating back to the shadowy corner, I realize I'm trapped.

Bill's deep groan tells me that he is now inside the young woman. The table makes a small squeak with each of his thrusts, occasionally emphasized by an enthusiastic "Oh Billy," in a high-pitched voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard to my broken heart. He is starting to thrust harder bases on the squeaks, and I know he must be getting close. Bill was always good for about 5 minutes but not usually much more.

Suddenly, I get an idea. Quickly texting Kendra, I ask her for a favor. Not more than 30 seconds later there is a squawking sound as the old radio speaker suddenly comes to life. "Billy, management call on line 1, Billy line 1."

"Shit!" Billy's voice and he is not happy. His panting echoes in the small room and I imagine him, red faced and still pushed inside the pretty little homewrecker, debating if he has time to finish before he goes to answer the call. But wait, it's a management phone call, he would think, that could be important. I hear a groan that is quickly followed by the sound of his belt buckling. "Don't move Baby, I'll be right back."

I push myself as close to the vending machine as I can, sure I am hidden in the shadows, but you can never be too careful. Bill pushes the swinging employee only door angrily, it swings back and forth on its hinges for a few seconds before closing again.

When I see him pass, I know I have to move fast. I don't care really if she sees me, so I step out towards the door, glancing at her, she is still bent over the table, but her phone is in her hand. I slip out of the breakroom, and make my way to the front door, carefully avoiding Bill.

Step 3 done.

Back in my car now, and I send a thank you text to Kendra. Looking at my phone, I check the alarm, I still have almost 40 minutes to make it back to work. 13 minutes, that's all it took, 13 minutes to answer all the questions I've had over the past few months. The ones I was too afraid to ask. I know I should be furious, and I am. I should be crying hysterically and all the dramatic things they show us in movies. But I'm not. I'm strangely calm.

Maybe I was secretly hoping that I would find out nothing was going on and life would continue as it was. That all the weird things I was seeing were just Billy's way of handling all the new pressure from work. That things would get better, and his attitude would improve as he adjusted to his new position. I knew I was being naïve, even then in the darkness of our bedroom. But I couldn't bring myself to plan the end of my marriage.

Stopping to grab a small lunch, since I have the time now, before I head back to the bank. I am numb, not with shock really, well maybe a little. To see the man I have loved for the past 14 years betray me so openly, so publicly. The easiness of the whole plan was almost sickening. I had wasted a whole night making these stupid steps all for something I already knew. I fucking knew it! I have been lying to myself for months. Putting up with his bullshit for years all for him to go and fuck some little whore with gawdy large gold hoop earrings and a small flat ass.

Ok maybe not as numb as I thought. Finishing my lunch in my car, I take a deep breath and head back into work. My mind races with thought of revenge. The day passes and I am hardly aware, working on autopilot, the daydreams of the delightfully wicked ways I could destroy Bill nursing my broken heart. The rational part of me knows that I would never do these things, if for no other reason, I don't want to hurt our son. But it is soothing in a twisted way to imagine making him suffer.

The loud click of the time clock signals the official end of my workday, and the start of step 4. "Hey, are you ok?" Henry's deep baritone voice holds a hint of concern. "You've been really quiet today."

"I'm fine." Answering quickly, knowing that the tears I feel welling up inside me will soon spill down my cheeks and I would rather not be here when it happens. Practically running out of the bank, I barely make it to my car before I am sobbing against my steering wheel.

After a moment, the sobs subside, and I reach in the glove box for a napkin to clean my face. Less than 15 minutes later I pull into the driveway of our modest home, blinking back the tears again as I unlock the door. Knowing that there is a good chance this may be one of the last times I am in this house. The house that I made a home. My house. How could he do this?

No! There will be plenty of time for anger and tears. Right now, I need to prepare to confront Bill. Going upstairs to start collecting all my evidence. The picture would suffice I'm sure, but there was so much more, like the flowery smelling shirt I just pulled out of the hamper. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. I throw the shirt on the bed, and head down to get rid of whoever is here. I am in no mood to deal with people right now.

Opening the door with a jerk, the damn thing always sticks, and I am greeted with a large bouquet of lilies blocking the window of the screen door. My view is obscured by the beautiful flowers, I can't see who is holding them. "We thought you might need these." Kendra's voice calls out.

A small laugh escapes me, sounding almost like a scoff. Pushing the screen door open, I let them in, Henry hands me the flowers as he steps inside. "I hope this is ok." He whispers. "She insisted." He motions towards his girlfriend.

The lilies look gorgeous on my little kitchen table, and it makes my heart hurt, making a mental note to take them with me when I leave tonight. I don't want Bill to give them to his new whore. She has enough of what was once mine. "Oh, Honey! They were supposed to cheer you up." Kendra says softly, coming around and hugging me tightly. My tears streaming again, it seems to be getting harder to keep those in.

"They did." Reassuring the sweet young girl. "It's very sweet, I'm just..." I realize I don't know how to finish that sentence.

A chair scraps on the floor, Henry standing up suddenly. He walks over to us and drapes his long arms around me and Kendra. "You don't have to tell us." He whispers in my ear.

But I want to tell them. Unwrapping myself from their well-meaning embrace, I usher them back to their chairs, taking one myself. Launching into the whole story, glossing over the semi forced blow job, telling it to them but also to myself. It is almost sickening to hear it out loud. Especially how much I overlooked, how naive I had truly been, for the sake of my marriage.

"That's why you wanted me to call the store?" Kendra's green eyes swim with tears.

Nodding, as I wipe the tears away yet again. Guess I should get used to doing that.

"So now I am planning to confront him tonight after I get all the evidence together including the picture and then I'll go to my mom's house."

"Ken?" Henry interjects. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Urging her with his eyes towards the hallway.

A wave of my hand gives them silent permission to leave me alone with my ever-changing feelings. I hope someday Bill can feel what I am feeling. To know the intense betrayal that has already begun to change me. To harden me.

"Hey Hun? Where did you say little man was?" Kendra calls from the hallway.

"My mom's." The mom part of my brain twitches at the mention of my baby, tears threatening again. Poor kid was going to have to live through this whole mess. Hopefully Bill won't fight me on the divorce. If nothing else for Wyatt's sake. No, he won't, he's a good dad.

Walking into the bathroom to dab some cold water on my face, trying to clear my head. Bill will be home soon. I'm running out of time, and as well-meaning as Kendra and Henry may be, I need to get ready. Wiping the water off my face trying to think of a polite way to ask them to leave as I walk back into the kitchen.

They both wear odd expressions, standing against my counter, as I enter the room. "Guys, listen, I appreciate everything you are trying to do. Bu..."

"Before you say but." Kendra interrupts. "Sit and listen to our idea." She looks at me with a hopeful expression. "Please?"

Too emotionally drained to argue, I retake my seat, motioning for them to continue. Maybe if I let them get this out of their system, I can get them out of my house.

Her smile widens and I see her squeeze Henry's hand. "You shared something incredibly personal with us, and we want to return the favor so to speak and maybe if you want, we think we may be able to help you a little in your current situation." She glances at Henry, as if for reassurance, and he gives her a slight nod. "OK, so everyone has their vices, right? For some people it's drugs, or alcohol. For others its gambling. For us, it's sex."

My patience really is wearing thin and considering that my husband is fucking a girl right about her age, I am not exactly keen to hear about Kendra's fantastic sex life. "That's very nice for you." I sigh.

Her face drops, her naturally youthful look amplified by the small pout of her bottom lip. "That came out wrong." She takes a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is, we talked it over and we are offering to let you fuck Henry. With some stipulations of course."

I really cannot process what is happening right now. Did she just offer to let me fuck her boyfriend? Is that really a thing? "What?" I'm not entirely sure if I actually spoke the word or just thought it.

Either drawn by my query or by the confusion on my face, Henry lets go of Kendra's hand, steps closer to where I sit and kneels in front of me. His pale blue eyes look deep into mine, his normally friendly gaze replaced with an unexpected seriousness. "You are one of the nicest people I know. Please Maria, let me." He waves Kendra over to us. "Let Us, make you feel better, at least for a little bit." He speaks in a hushed, almost comforting tone.

He can't be serious. "In what world would you think I would believe that?" Scoffing at the idea. "Is this some sort of tik tok trend or something? Try to convince the old, fat woman that you want to have sex with her. Bonus points if her life is in complete shambles."

Henry's eyes stay locked on mine, his expression unchanging. "We wouldn't do that, and you know we wouldn't." His baritone voice stern, but not harsh. "I know it sounds weird, but I promise you, we, I, I want this more than you could know." A slight softening of the eyes, a look of almost longing as he talks.

"He's not kidding Maria." Kendra chimes in softly, finally breaking me free from the hypnotic blue orbs that were slowly entrancing me. She stands by Henry's shoulder, rubbing his back as she talks. "He has had a thing for you for a while."

There is something about the way they talk, the sincerity in their voices that intrigues me. Bill was already having sex with a 20-year-old, maybe I should have sex with 2 of them. This thought makes me laugh, and the tension in the room lifts.

"What if I have stipulations of my own?"

"Are you fucking serious?" The look on Henry's face is almost comical, a mix of happiness and shock that softens his sharp features even more. He takes a deep breath and moves from the floor to the chair next to me. "Yes, you're right. We have to make the rules."

Kendra takes the seat on my other side, looking lovingly at Henry. None of this makes sense to me, but the stipulation I have will either drive them away or let me get the revenge I desperately crave. "My only stipulation is that I get to be in the room. If and how much I participate is up to you." Kendra shrugs her shoulders casually. "That's it."

"No anal." Henry says suddenly. "From either of us." A small smile on his face as his leg shakes next to me. "What about you? What are your rules?"

Smiling widely, I lay it all out on the table. "Bill will be home in a little over an hour. I want him to watch. I want to humiliate him, torment him. I want him to know how I feel right now. We do this tonight. That is my stipulation."

Kendra and Henry exchange a look, and they both smile. "Deal." They say in unison.

This night has taken a turn I never saw coming. Just a couple of hours ago I was planning to confront Bill with my evidence of his affair, and now, I am lying in my bed, a thin, silk black nighty clinging to my womanly shape. My coworkers and now coconspirators are hiding in my closet, waiting to surprise Bill when he comes in the room.

The screen door bangs shut followed by the slam of the front door. "Hey! I'm home." Bill calls out. My heart races at the sound of his voice. Feeling unsure of myself suddenly. I can't pull this off. What am I thinking?

"It's ok Maria." Kendra whispers from the closet, sensing my apprehension.

Taking a deep breath before calling out. "We're up here Billy." That sounded natural, right? Holding my breath until I hear him start up the stairs. "He's coming." I whisper while I exhale.

He strolls through the open bedroom door, taking no notice of me. Stopping as he always does when he comes home and takes his wallet out of his pocket placing it on the nightstand. "Who sent the flowers?" Bill asks, turning as he talks, finally looking at me. "What the fuck Maria?" Waving his hands at the bed.

The closet door opens suddenly and Henry grabs Bill from behind. Half dragging and half carrying him towards the nearby chair. Kendra quickly ties a rope around Bill's chest as Henry sits on him to hold him down. I get off the bed and begin tying his wrists to the wooden arms. Once he is secure, Henry pushes him into the corner, so he faces the bed, but can't tip over.

The 3 of us stand back, catching our breath. "What the fuck? What is going on?" Bill looks at me, then at Henry, who is still dressed in a grey dress shirt, untucked from his gray dress pants, the clothes he had worn to work, his tie left in the car. "Who are you?" His upper lip curls up in a sneer as he looks at the younger man. "And... is that my new shirt?" Bill has moved on to Kendra, who has changed into the black v neck shirt Bill had worn last night. The soft cotton hanging to her mid-thigh and his white tube socks pulled up to her knees.

"And your socks." Kendra teases as she bends her leg behind her, displaying the innocent, yet sexy look.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Struggling against his bonds, his face turning red in frustration as it becomes apparent, he is not going anywhere. "Maria, baby. Come on."

Putting my head down, I take a few steps holding up the pair of green boxer briefs he wore the night before. The ones he had pulled down to his knees as he invaded my mouth in a twisted display of dominance.

"LET ME GO!" Bill roars. His eyes blazing with anger as he stares at me. Balling the dirty underwear up in my hand before I shove them roughly into his mouth muffling his protests.

Leaning down, letting my lips gently brush against his ear. "I know about your whore." I nibble on his earlobe. "Now you can watch me be one." Biting hard, before I stand up, enjoying the look on Bill's face. The realization of what I said crashing down on him.

"Maria." Henry low baritone from behind, beckoning me. I go willingly, suddenly eager for his touch. He pulls me close to him, his arm wrapping around my waist. My eyes flick to Kendra, who gives me her silent approval. Henry's hand on my face, tilting it towards his. My amber eyes close slowly as his soft mouth meets mine in a deep wet kiss.

Kendra stands behind Bill, her elbows on his shoulders. "You have no idea how long he has been wanting to do that." She sighs in Bill's ear watching the passionate kiss. "That woman is not easy to role play." Standing up, smiling as she watches them kiss. "Though I guess I will get some good pointers tonight, huh Billy boy?" She teases as she nudges his head with her arm.

Struggling with Henry's shirt, desperate to feel his young taut skin. He smiles against my lips as I rip the last button off in my haste. Letting my hands push the long sleeves off his surprisingly muscular arms before moving to his chest. His pecs are subtly defined, and I pull gently on his sparse chest hair, eliciting a small gasp from him. Trailing my fingers down to his abdomen, the ridges of his muscles appear hard but are actually flexible and supple to my touch. The line of his abs leads down to his navel, which is a small, shallow indent in his perfectly tanned skin, and beyond to the trail of hair that grows thicker and darker as it leads down to the waist of his dress pants.

Henry stops my hand on the button of his pants. Bending down to kiss me again before turning me to face Bill. His long fingers reach down and grasp the hem of my thin nighty. "I want to see all of you Maria." His breath hot in my ear, as he pulls the silk up, slowly.

I close my eyes as the nighty slides up my thick, but muscular thighs following as they taper out gently into my soft, rounded hips. Exposing the small, trimmed strip of my black pubic hair that is glistening with my obvious arousal. I have never been treated this way before. Henry's moans of approval as he slowly pulls the silky fabric up making me feel sexy for the first time in a long time.

Forcing myself to open my eyes. To look at Bill while this young man undresses me sensually in front of him. The anger in his eyes makes me smile, knowing that there is nothing he can do but sit and watch.

As the lingerie continues its slow crawl upward, it draws Bill's eyes to my waist. It is not overly defined, but more of a gentle curve that leads to the soft swell of my abdomen. Henry swirls his fingertip around the indentation of my belly button, tickling me enough to make me giggle and squirm against his muscular body. His deep laugh echoes in my ear, causing me to shiver despite the warm evening.

Henry pulls the fabric over my large, full breasts which sag slightly under their own weight. My nipples are dark pink, and they stand at attention, begging to be touched. The rosy areolas surrounding them are slightly puckered, a silent declaration of my femininity and sexuality. The top of my ample bosom is a canvas of freckles, which almost hides the small crescent shaped blemishes on the soft skin.

The nighty slides over my head and falls forgotten to the floor as my long black hair settles loosely down my back. Kendra comes over and cups my right breast. "Did you do this?" She says through clenched teeth, her eyes staring accusingly at Bill, her finger tracing the 3 small bruises on my right breast.

Bill looks to the side, avoiding eye contact. It is nice to know he is at least somewhat ashamed of what he did.

My eyes close again as both Kendra's soft small hand and Henry's large, rougher hand squeeze my breasts. Leaning back into Henry's body, tilting my face upwards to kiss him. My right arm wraps around Kendra's shoulders, pushing her towards my hard, erect nipple. The dual sensation of his warm mouth on mine and her hot, wet lips suckling on my tit sends my nerve endings on fire and I moan into Henry's kiss.

Henry's hand slides down my smooth, rounded abdomen, traveling towards my dampening mound. While his girlfriend now sucks and squeezes both of my full breasts, making sure to give each one equal attention. Henry's middle finger finds the soft pearl nestled within my dark trimmed pubic hair, making a small circle and pressing on it gently.

A muffled yelling breaks through the soft sounds of pleasure, causing Kendra to stop her delightful assault on my nipples. "What?" She snaps at Bill as she walks over to him, pulling the soiled boxers from his mouth.

Bill is breathing hard, his face is a deep shade of crimson, and the veins in his neck are bulging. "Get your hands off my wife!" His eyes blazing with fury, darting from Kendra, to Henry, who is kissing my neck, his pale blue eyes looking towards Bill with an exasperated look while his finger continues to draw its masterpiece on my clit. "You've made your point Maria." His teeth clenched.

As soon as Bill stops talking, Henry slides his finger down my slickness, before pushing it gently inside me. Feeling his own desire against my back, his cock straining against his pants as I grip around his digit. He adds another, stretching me as he thrusts them deeper inside me.

"Stop! I mea.." Bill's voice is muffled again.

"Shut up!" Kendra hisses in Bill's ear as she shoves the makeshift gag back in his mouth. Licking her lips while she watches her boyfriend pleasure me. "I bet you have never seen Maria look like that." She taunts him. The color is rising in my cheeks, my whole body trembling.

Henry's long, slender fingers pump inside me, my hips rocking to meet them. He has curled them up, finding that special spot that makes me whimper and my orgasm reaches its peak. "Yes, Baby." His low baritone in my ear as my pussy pulses against his fingers, his other arm tight around my abdomen, holding me up, as I ride the wave of my orgasm.

"Holy fuck. That's hot." Kendra whispers her voice sounding far away. She shakes her head and smiles. Nudging Bill's shoulder with her elbow. "You ever make her do that?" Mocking him.

My knees are weak; Henry moves to have me sit on the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of me, looking up at me. His eyes are usually filled with good humor and a friendly warmth. But now they are filled with an eager hunger that he cannot hide. Urging my knees apart with his hands, he leans in and takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of my arousal. With a lick of his lips, he looks back up at me hopefully.

Leaning back on my elbows, allowing the handsome young man easier access to my sensitive, still quivering flesh. A small nod from me is all he needs, before Henry's tongue is licking up the length of my slit, exploring the delicate folds hidden behind my labial lips.

Kendra saunters over, leaning close to me on the bed. Her big green eyes searching mine. Reaching up and pulling her into a rough, wet kiss. Letting her tongue explore my mouth while her boyfriend's explores my pussy. Moaning into Kendra's mouth when Henry inserts 2 fingers inside me again, his tongue swirling over my hardened clit with a practiced ease.

She breaks the kiss, her lips still coated in my saliva. "He's really good at that, isn't he?" Her mouth gently brushes against mine.

Smiling against her lips I agree. I am lost in a sea of pleasure. Never having felt anything like this before. If it wasn't for the occasional muffled noise, I could almost forget Bill was here. Forget about him completely.

Kendra pulls off Bills shirt, standing next to the bed in nothing but his white tube socks pulled up past her knees. She moves quickly, straddling my hips and positioning her clit above mine. Henry slides his tongue up, connecting with her tender flesh as his fingers continue to pump slowly inside me.

I have never been into girls, but right now, all I can see is her breasts hovering above me. They are small and perky, with rosy-pink areolas. Her nipples point like tiny arrows towards me. She rocks her hips against his face, which also pushes her small shaven mound against my hardened, sensitive clit. Without warning my juices spill around Henry's fingers again, as my walls clench down hard. "You look so fucking hot." Kendra whispers, encouraging my orgasm. My body trembling beneath her. Henry still licking her pussy, his fingers buried deep inside mine while I spasm against them.

The last wave of my orgasm recedes, and she kisses me gently. Henry withdraws his fingers from my now sopping wet cunnie and stands up. Without a word, Kendra rolls off of me and kneels down to remove Henry's pants. I sit up just in time to see his very erect cock spring out of his boxers as Kendra helps him step out of them.

"It's so big." I whisper, my eyes wide. Henry laughs, causing his large member to bob up and down in Kendra's face. She purses her lips against his bulbous head, allowing him to slowly push inside her mouth. Her small body convulses slightly as she gags on his length.

She works his shaft with her small hand, stroking and sucking in perfect rhythm. Henry's hand cups my full, freckled breast, bending down to gently kiss the bruises Bill had left. Standing back up, he glares at Bill in the corner, who somehow seems to shrink even more in his bonds. "You're a piece of shit. I hope you know that." He growls, before turning back to me, his eyes immediately softening, as he bends down to kiss me. His moan vibrates against my lips, and his tongue goes rigid in my mouth for a second. Kendra must have done something he really likes, the thought making me even more aroused.

When he breaks the kiss, I can see my own burning desire mirrored in his eyes. He pulls out of Kendra's mouth with an audible pop, turning to help her off her knees. The loving smile they give each other speaks of their trust and devotion. Henry bending low to meet her tilted face, kissing her deeply.

Taking this moment to slide backwards on the bed, watching Bill as I position myself, knowing when I found the perfect angle by his furrowing brow. "Billy." My voice syrupy sweet as I call out his new name. I let my hands run over my body, enjoying the feel of my full breasts and rounded belly for the first time. Watching my husband's eyes as he follows the trail of my finger around my navel. "That beautiful young man is going to fuck me." My voice is low and seductive. My clitoris is already hard as I swirl my fingertip around the small nub.

The pleading, desperate look in his eye should be breaking my heart. I can't deny that there is a small part of me that feels bad for what I am doing to him. He is the father of my child, my husband and partner. But a new Maria has risen from the ashes of my previous life. The one that was set ablaze at the sight of his head between that woman's legs, doused in the fuel of his anger and borderline abuse.

"I hope you enjoy the show." I wink at Bill as I wrap my arms around Henry's neck, letting his hand turn my face to his, and losing myself in his pale blue eyes.

His muscular form hovers over mine, the sweat glistening along his toned arms and shoulders. "Maria?" My name coming from that low seductive voice makes me tremble beneath him. The look in my eyes gives him any permission he may need. I feel him press against my swollen entrance, hesitating for only a second, before slowly pushing his manhood inside.

My fingernails, thankfully cut low, dig into his tanned neck as I feel myself stretching around his girth. He continues his slow pursuit down my tight tunnel, allowing me time to adjust to him. His cock is easily double the size of Bill's and fills me up completely. My breath hitches as he begins to slide back out of me.

When he thrusts again, harder this time I arch my body upward. The tips of my pink nipples brushing against the coarse hairs that dot his chest. "Yes, take it all." Henry's voice deepens in his ecstasy as he pushes his whole length inside me, his balls bouncing gently against my ass.

"Wow!" Kendra's voice a breathless whisper as she sits on the bed beside us. My back resting back on the mattress. Her hand reaches out and moves the hair out of my face. "I can't take the whole thing." She says, as she leans forward and kisses Henry. Looking up at their passionate embrace, while his cock presses up against my most sensitive area makes my hips start to grind against him.

Stopping my gyrations, Henry grabs my hips, holding them firm, the soft flesh bulging between his fingers. He breaks away from Kendra, his eyes boring into mine. "Please." He says slowly, clearly trying to keep his control. He pulls himself almost all the way out, leaving only the sensitive head inside me. "Let me please you." He starts to push back in, his measured pace is almost maddening as my walls clench around him, pulling him deeper.

Moaning as Henry's increases his speed, the pressure beginning to build inside me. A deep throb around his hardened sex floods my pussy with fresh juices, warning of my impending orgasm.

"Look at her face Bill." Kendra whispers in his ear, holding his head towards the bed. "She looks so beautiful, so youthful." The color is rising in my cheeks. My eyes half lidded as Henry's steady pace edges me ever closer. My legs wrap around his waist urging him deeper. He eagerly obliges, thrusting hard inside me, my legs holding him tight as my walls pulse against his full length.

A deep guttural groan comes from above me. He leans down, grabbing my head. His fingers tangle in my long black hair as he somehow pushes himself deeper inside me. Without warning Henry's tongue is in my mouth wrapping around mine in a desperate kiss, his hand gently pulling my hair. My hips rock gently matching his rhythm, feeling his throbbing head press against my cervix.

My body tenses, my legs squeezing tightly around his narrow waist as my orgasm grips me. Henry holds my waist tightly, controlling my hips that are trying to buck against him. "Oh YES!!!" My walls tighten once more, as I feel myself squirt around his girth. Holding him inside me, my heels digging into the sides of his tight buttocks as I ride out my orgasm.

"Maria, I can't...." Henry suddenly pushes hard against my legs, breaking free of my hold, pulling himself out of me. Sitting on his knees, his hand makes one long stroke along his shaft before he throws his head back and roars. Ropes of his hot, sticky cum land on my stomach, splattering up to my breasts. Kneeling there for a moment, letting the last of his orgasm trickle out and dribble onto my mound before leaning down and sliding his softening cock around on my stomach, coating it in his spent seed. He kisses me gently, before rolling onto his back lying next to me.

Still catching my breath, I roll onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow. Kendra slides between Henry's legs, her green eyes full of lust as she takes his cock in her hand. A smile forming on her mouth before she wraps her lips around his semi erect member, eagerly sucking and licking him clean.

Feeling his cum begin to slide down the curve of my stomach, I catch some on my finger, popping it in my mouth. The salty slightly bitter taste of him tantalizes my taste buds, my finger scoops up another mouthful before it falls onto the bed.

Finishing her deep clean of her boyfriend's manhood, Kendra moves to snuggle with Henry. Her head resting naturally on his taut sweaty chest. He wraps his arm around her, extending the other one towards me. Accepting the warm embrace, I press my ear to his heart, listening as it resumes its normal rhythm. My hand rests on the supple muscles of his abdomen. Kendra's small hand covers mine adding the finishing touches to the tender moment.

A loud grunt from the corner rouses me from my post-orgasmic bliss. Standing up on shaky legs, resting my hand on my nightstand to steady myself before heading to my dresser. Henry and Kendra sit up and watch me for a second before they start moving themselves.

Step 4 done

I slip a low-cut tank top on over my unbridled bosom and button a pair of denim shorts around my waist. Kendra hands me Bill's socks as Henry finishes buttoning his shirt. "So, what are you going to do now?" Her voice is low and her eyes dart to Bill, still tied in the chair.

"I go to my mom's house." I sigh. My eyes settle on the young couple standing close together in the middle of the room. Two angels sent to me in my time of need helping me transform into a strong, single woman. The move to my mom's will be temporary, it might even make the situation easier for Wyatt in the long run. My smile grows more confident as I begin to think about the future. "I'll walk out with you." My attention turning to Bill. "Just let me say goodbye to my husband."

Henry grabs the bag I packed, full of clothes and things I will need for a few days. "We'll wait for you in the hall." He takes Kendra's hand and leads her out the door.

When I remove the boxers from Bill's mouth they are soaked with his saliva. He spits to the side, before looking up at me. "Why, Maria?" His voice is low, but his steely gray eyes meet mine easily. With a shake of my head, a little surprised by his continued boldness, I take out my phone and swipe a few times. A few seconds later his phone vibrates in his pocket. Reaching in and carefully removing it from his pants, I hold it to his face to unlock it. His eyes dart away towards the floor as the phone lights up.

A small laugh escapes me as I see that his wallpaper is a selfie of him and his new girlfriend, his lips pressed against her cheek as she makes duck lips at the camera. "Oh Billy!" I mimic her high-pitched voice as I wave the picture in his face. With a roll of my eyes, I open his messages. "Don't worry Bill." My voice resuming in its natural timbre. "I've got a better pic for you."

I turn his phone towards him, showing him the pic I took of him face first in the duck faced girls pussy. His eyes dart from the picture to me then back to the picture. "How did you...?" He trails off, his eyes searching the screen. "This is from today!" His tone is accusatory.

Placing his phone in his hand, still bound to the chair by his wrists. I kiss his cheek, letting his coarse stubble tickle my lips one last time before I head to the door. My hand on the knob, I turn and look him straight in the eye. "I want a divorce." I close the door behind me, muffling his protests.