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The prick cheated on me… My Husband Mike, of five years. I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but never any proof. That is, until, last Saturday night. He call’s it guys night. Would be an appropriate title if he were out fucking a guy instead of his secretary, Stacy. My name is Sarah, and my marriage with my husband has been pretty good until this point. I didn’t know what to do. Should I leave him? No. I didn’t know what to think. Now I do. Payback. I want him to suffer. I want him to go through what I went through and worse. I checked the clock. 9:45pm. He won’t be home until 10:30 at least. Now, to plan my revenge. I know his best friend James has always wanted to fuck me. I can tell by the way he checks me out when Mike isn’t looking, and I have to admit that I have, on occasion, dropped a thing or two in front of him just so I have to bend over to pick it up. James will do perfectly. I give him a call and tell him to come over for a few drinks before Mike gets home. He seems reluctant at first but agrees when I promise to make it worth his while.

A half an hour later James and I are sitting on the couch. I am wearing the shortest skirt I own and a tight blouse unbuttoned almost all the way. I didn’t bother with panties or a bra; I am on a strict schedule. As I sit talking with James, I reveal to him what I witnessed earlier that night. He told me how sorry he was and wished there was something he could do to help.

“Oh there is something…”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What?! I can’t do that!”

“Why not? I know you want to. I want to fuck you too, James.”

“But, Mike is my friend…”

“James, he cheated on me first.