I Caught My Husband With Another Woman and Got My Revenge

That night I was wandering around the house in a thin little house dress, one of those that seem modest but hide nothing. Underneath I was only wearing a thong and nothing else. I was finishing washing the dinner dishes when the doorman called me on the intercom to let me know a man was asking for me.

“Did he say his name?” I asked.

When he gave me the name, I recognized it right away. It was Diego, my husband’s cousin.

“Ah, yes, let him up. Thank you.”

I knocked on the door myself when I heard him arrive, and when I opened it I found his face drained. He looked like someone bringing bad news and not knowing where to begin.

“Mariana, come quickly,” he said without greeting me.

“What’s wrong? And Andrés? I thought you were with him.”

“We were having a drink, yes. But he insisted on going somewhere else, to a table dance club. And he stayed.”

I froze for a second, weighing every word.

“Stayed how? Did something happen to him?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said, lowering his eyes. “It’s just that it pissed me off. You’ve got a husband next to a woman like you and he goes and disrespects you like that. It made me furious to see it.”

I stood there thinking it over, chewing on the anger. I’m not jealous, never have been, but what was boiling my blood was the lie. Andrés had told me he had a work dinner, something dull and formal, and it turned out he was holed up in some dive with God knows who.

“Take me,” I said. “I want to see it with my own eyes.”

Diego hesitated, but he nodded. I grabbed a long coat to cover my dress and we went downstairs.

***

The place was on the other side of the city, on a dimly lit avenue. I asked Diego to walk ahead of me, as if I weren’t with him, and that’s how we reached the entrance. Security stopped me immediately.

“Women don’t go in,” he said flatly.

“I just want to see my husband for a moment, that’s all.”

He looked me up and down and shook his head.

“Even less. We don’t want trouble with the clients.”

“I’m not going to make a scene. I swear I’ll go in, look, and leave.”

The man spoke into his radio and after a while a pair came out, an older man and a woman in uniform. I explained the same thing, that I only needed a minute. The man insisted it was forbidden, but Diego stepped closer and discreetly slid some bills into his hand.

“One minute,” the man relented, then turned to the woman. “Search her and escort her.”

“Come on, honey, I need to pat you down,” she said.

“Of course, no problem.”

Once inside, she warned me to look from a distance, not to get close to anyone or she would have to throw me out by force. I agreed to everything. The place was dim, with the music pounding from the show onstage. It took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

And then I saw him.

Andrés was on a couch at the back with a woman straddling his lap. He had her by the waist, groping her ass, kissing her neck, doing everything to her with no attempt to hide it. I stared at the scene as if it were a movie, one of those you know is going to hurt and you still can’t look away from.

The woman in uniform gently took my arm and led me back toward the exit. I left without saying a word. Angry, hurt, humiliated, but above all with one thought turning over in my head: the liar hadn’t been only me. I’d been carrying a guilt for months that suddenly felt light.

***

Diego caught up with me on the street, walking fast.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I smiled. It wasn’t a sad smile.

“Yes, yes. I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Are you angry?”

“Not anymore,” I said, and it was true. “You have no idea how much weight you just took off my shoulders.”

Diego looked at me without understanding, somewhere between surprise and disbelief.

“Really?”

“Really. Will you take me home?”

“Of course, the car’s right there.”

We walked to the car and, without thinking too much about it, I hooked my arm through his and hugged him like I needed it. He returned the gesture, and when I felt his hands on me and his big body pressed against mine, something lit up inside me. It was a mix of spite, rage, and an enormous urge to give Andrés exactly what he was doing to me at that very moment. Diego took my waist and I pressed closer to him, feeling under the fabric of his pants that he was already starting to understand where this was going.

When we got to the car, he opened the door for me.

“Get in, beautiful.”

As soon as he got behind the wheel and started the car, my decision was already made. I threw myself onto his lap. He grabbed my hands, nervous.

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer him. With a couple of tugs I loosened his belt and pulled down his zipper. Beneath the boxer shorts, the bulge stood out, already hard, throbbing against the cotton. I slid my hand in and yanked his cock out: thick, veined, with the swollen head and a thick drop beading at the tip.

“Wow,” I murmured, running my tongue over that drop, licking it without hurry. “Why so hard?”

“It’s inevitable,” he laughed, tense, his voice breaking. “With the way you look tonight...”

I took him all the way into my mouth without preamble, swallowing until I felt the head hit the back of my throat. I started sucking him slowly, savoring every inch, letting a thread of saliva run down over his balls. I pulled him out, licked him from root to tip, ran my tongue underneath, kissed the head and then buried him in my throat again. With my right hand I jerked him off in the same rhythm, squeezing hard, while with my left I cupped his balls and stroked them. His cock shone with my spit, hard as a rock, and he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.

“Drive,” I ordered without taking him out of my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

He drove as best he could, breathing in ragged bursts, jerking the wheel every time I took him all the way in and squeezed the base with my lips. I sucked his balls one by one, worked them eagerly, went back to his cock and swallowed it hungrily, taking the head in and out as if I didn’t care about choking. When we were a couple of blocks from my building, I sat up, mouth burning and lips swollen, shoved my thong aside and climbed onto him. I grabbed his cock, slick with saliva, and lined it up with my pussy. I was so wet I could feel my own juices sliding down his skin.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling myself open, feeling that thick shaft widening me centimeter by centimeter until I had him all the way inside. Diego let out a long, agonized gasp.

“I can’t drive like this,” he said.

“Then pull over.”

He stopped beside the curb with a jerk. I started moving on him, up and down, bracing my hands on the car roof for leverage, letting my full weight drop onto that cock that filled me completely. My pussy made a wet sound every time I drove myself down to the hilt. I asked for more, harder, deeper, while his hands squeezed my hips and dragged my dress straps down to bare my tits. He bent down to suck them, licking my hard nipples, nibbling them, while I rode him like a madwoman. Behind us, a car honked for us to clear the way. Diego moved the car toward the darkest corner of the street without me stopping, without his cock leaving me for a single second.

“Come inside me,” I panted in his ear. “Fill me up.”

I felt him swell even more inside me, felt him spasm and start emptying himself in hot bursts at the bottom of my pussy. I ground my hips against him, and that wave swept through me too: everything clamped down, I shook on top of him, soaked, with cum running down my thighs and my heart pounding in my throat. I felt like the night was only just beginning.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

***

“Pull the car into my building’s parking lot,” I told him.

When we got there, the doorman recognized the car and opened the gate. I rolled down the window, my voice hoarse and my tits still loose under my askew dress.

“Hi, can you help me bring some things up in a little while?”

“I’ll be with you in five minutes, Mrs. Mariana,” he replied, and his tone showed he’d caught the message immediately.

I told Diego to park in the back corner and turn off the lights. A few minutes later the doorman appeared by my door, which I had left open. I was sitting sideways, my dress hiked up to my waist, my legs spread and my pussy still dripping Diego’s load, shining in the bad parking-lot light.

“What needs carrying?” he asked, staring fixedly between my legs.

“Me,” I said. “Take it out already.”

He laughed, understanding, and reached for his pants. He pulled down his trousers and underwear in one motion and his cock sprang out: longer than thick, brown, with visible veins and still only half hard.

“I missed you. I’d already been wanting you to come back,” he murmured, grabbing it and waving it in front of my face.

“What?” Diego blurted from the driver’s seat. “Mariana, what are you doing?”

“Shut up and watch,” I said without turning around. “Learn.”

I leaned out of the car and took him in my mouth at once, feeling him stiffen between my lips. I sucked him hungrily, swallowing him until he was fully lodged in my throat and tears sprang to my eyes. The doorman grabbed my hair with both hands and started fucking my mouth at his own pace, setting the rhythm, thrusting in and out with short strokes and then long ones, all the way in. I slobbered, gasped through my nose, squeezed his balls with my hand and didn’t let him go. Every time I pulled him out, his cock came back shining, and I ran my tongue over the tip and swallowed him again.

When I felt he was close, I stopped, got out of the car and leaned over the passenger seat, bracing my hands on the leather, sticking my ass out, arched and with my legs wide open. I grabbed Diego again, who had recovered and was hard once more, and took him into my mouth. And then I felt the doorman pry my ass cheeks apart with both hands, bend down, and run his tongue over my cunt and my ass, one long, brutal lick that made me tremble. Then he straightened up and shoved his cock into me in one thrust, all the way in.

The first thrust tore a muffled cry from me against Diego’s cock.

“Harder,” I panted, spitting out the cock for a second. “Break me.”

“Easy. That’s what I came for,” he answered, gripping my hips hard.

And that’s when he started fucking me mercilessly. Every thrust sent me forward and drove Diego’s cock deeper into my throat. The doorman grabbed my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, and he pushed into me to the balls, in and out with a wet, fleshy sound that filled the entire parking lot. Diego tried to stop me with his hand, overwhelmed, telling me I wouldn’t last like this, that he was going to come too soon. I ignored him. I shoved his cock deeper into my mouth, licked his balls underneath, sucked him whole while the other man was wrecking me from behind.

The doorman slapped my ass, leaving a mark, then another, all while keeping up that brutal rhythm, his hands buried in my hips, until I felt him tense. He yanked his cock out suddenly, turned me just a little, and emptied all his semen over my butt and back in thick, hot bursts, while he growled like an animal. He gave my reddened skin one last slap and stepped away, huffing, pulling up his pants.

By then I wasn’t wearing anything at all. The dress had ended up balled in some corner of the seat and the thong had been lost on the floor. I got back into the car, my ass dripping with cum, and climbed onto Diego, this time with my back to him. I grabbed his cock and impaled myself on it in one go, all the way to the hilt. I started bouncing on him, letting that shaft open me up completely, feeling my pussy fill again. As I moved, he wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my tits, pinched my nipples between his fingers and pressed his mouth to the nape of my neck.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered in my ear, biting my shoulder. “I don’t know how Andrés doesn’t realize what he has.”

At hearing my husband’s name I sped up, almost in fury, bouncing on him mercilessly, spearing myself to the root, feeling his cock slam into my depths again and again. I brought one hand to my clit and rubbed it fast, never stopping riding him, while with the other I reached under for his balls and squeezed them. Diego was panting, biting my neck, digging his fingers into my hips. When the wave hit me, it swept through me like a lash: my pussy clenched in spasms around his cock, I trembled from head to toe and let out a long, guttural moan. In that same instant Diego came inside me again with a muffled roar, emptying himself into me for the second time, holding me tight, kissing my neck, not wanting to let me go.

I sighed and rose slowly. Cum was running down my thighs, dripping down my calves. I gathered my shoes, my wrinkled dress, my thong forgotten in some corner, and half-dressed in the parking lot’s gloom. I didn’t look back. I went up the stairs two at a time, my heart still pounding, my thighs sticky, and a strange calm settling into my chest.

That night, for the first time in a long while, I slept without guilt. When Andrés came home at dawn smelling of someone else’s perfume and with the excuse ready on his lips, I didn’t even open my eyes. He owed me nothing anymore. We were even, even if it took him weeks to suspect it.