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  I went to take it, but at the last moment he pulled it away from my hand. “Although...”

  I leaned forward to make a grab for it. “What?”

  He shrugged, holding it out to me once more. “Nah, forget it.”

  I made another grab for the condom. “What?”

  He held onto it, staring into my eyes for a second, and then raised his eyebrows. “Well... It would be the ultimate revenge...”

  It was like he'd been reading my thoughts.

  Once, we'd been messing about and I'd been so turned on, so happy to see him I ended up letting him slip just the tip inside me. It had felt absolutely blissful, but we'd been interrupted and the timing was never right to take things that far again.

  Well, we found out about a month later that Luke has what's referred to as 'hyper-motility' in his sperm. His little swimmers are Olympic grade, so to speak, and if there was even the slightest chance that they could come in contact with a healthy egg, they were pretty much guaranteed to fertilise it.

  So after that, we were always extra careful. I think that contributed to the breakup, my fear of taking things too far, of ending up pregnant. But it was something I always thought about; that raw, ecstatic feeling of his skin against mine, how risky and dangerous it had seemed, before we'd known exactly how risky it was.

  And now I found myself staring at a thin sheath of rubber, wrapped in a silver foil, representing a simple choice.

  I looked at him. “You know what this would mean?”

  Luke nodded. “He'd never know. His whole life, raising somebody else's child. Your perfect payback, right under his nose every single day.”

  Maybe it was just my hormones, but I felt a delicious thrill pass through me. I was already cheating, on that score Carl and I were equal.

  But I didn't want to just get even. I wanted to blow his betrayal out of the water. I wanted to cuckold him, make him feel every ounce of betrayal and anger that I was feeling right now.

  I snapped the condom out of Luke’s' hand, and dropped it on the floor.

  He'd never seen me like this. I'd never felt like this. When we'd been together I'd had these urges, I'd just always been afraid of taking things too far, of losing such an absurd concept as 'purity' before marriage. Now that was gone. It had been holding me back, and Carl had taken my 'purity' on our wedding night anyway. Now there was nothing between me and the delicious cock in front of me, and I intended to make up for lost time.

  Luke put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, satisfaction radiating from his expression. I laid a line of kisses up his abdomen and over his chest. We'd wasted so much time, when we could have been doing this years ago.

  He sat up, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I felt his cock resting against my stomach, thick and hot. It electrified my skin when it touched me, leaving a wet trail of his virile pre-come. The muscles deep inside me spasmed with anticipation.

  I wanted him. God how I wanted him...

  He lay me back, pulling my leg up around his waist. His thick cock lay on my raw, damp lips. He took it in his hand,lining it up against my slick opening. I moaned in desperation, raising my hips to rub against him.

  I looked up at him, blushing furiously.

  “Do it.”

  He plunged into me. It felt incredible. My lips parted and I opened to him, my body suddenly flooded with a rush of pleasure. Carl had never done this to me, never with this intensity. Luke slid into me, and I could feel each rigid inch as it penetrated my slick entrance. I cried out with pleasure.

  His breath was hot on my neck as he began to thrust into me. This was it. This was what had been missing with Carl. The sense of losing control, of being helpless to resist, even if either of us had wanted to. There was a powerful inevitability to the feeling of him slipping into me, and the relief as the tension and arousal gave way to raw, sexual pleasure.

  I looked up at him, admiring his directness, his manliness. Nobody but him could have talked me into this. His broad shoulders rippled as he began to work into a rhythm, slowly slipping into me with each blissful stroke.

  I moaned, closing my eyes, imagining him fucking me in front of Carl. I wanted Carl to know that as he was fucking an inferior woman, this superior specimen of masculinity was taking his wife for his own.

  I thought about what it would be like, to have his hot seed filling me up. That time we'd gone too far and let him slip inside me an inch or so, it had felt so exciting, so forbidden. But now... Maybe it was just because I was still adjusting to my hormones, or because the danger was so fresh and real this time, it excited me even more. And I was still mad at Carl.

  Luke was right, it would be the perfect revenge.

  I ran my hands up his broad arms, admiring the tension is his muscles. “Luke?”

  He opened his eyes, his pace slowing slightly.

  “I want you to stay. I want you to make sure.”

  I swear I felt him harden inside me at the thought. “Make sure what?”

  I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed. “You know what.”

  His thrusting continued, keeping a steady pace. His face slowly began to crack into a smile. “I'd still like to hear you say it.”

  I peeked out from behind one hand. “Make sure you get me pregnant.”

  He gave a gasp of pleasure, his pace increasing slightly. “Say it again.”

  I moved my hands, sighing with rising pleasure as I arched my back to match his strokes. I couldn't believe this was such a turn-on for him too, but we were both so lost in the moment we didn't care.

  I stared at him, open mouthed. “Make me pregnant, Luke.”

  I think saying his name just added to the pleasure, since he closed his eyes and began pumping into me. I groaned, the danger and sensuality overtaking me.

  “Mmmh... You've got all weekend,” I mewled, “How many times do you think you can fuck me in three days, Luke?”

  His pace was increasing, his breath short and ragged. He was getting closer and closer. Watching him, I could feel my own pleasure cresting.

  I continued to tease him. “How many ways can you think of fucking me? Coming inside me?” As I crooned the words to Luke, I imagined staring into Carl's eyes, angrily spitting the words at him. Having him sit there and watch a real man take me. The mental image spurred me on and I could feel an orgasm rising.

  “Unh... I want to get fucked. Fuck me. Knock me up Luke.” I was gasping for breath, and so was he.

  “Oh fuck... Kat, I'm going to come...”

  Just the thought of him coming inside me, filling my fertile womb with his bastard drove me over the edge. My mouth opened and I cried out as I came, feeling his hot sperm thud into me, completing me, unquestioningly filling me with his love-child.

  I threw my arms round his shoulders as he collapsed onto me, his broad, heaving chest pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of his body as he rested there, recovering from the intensity of our orgasms.

  Gradually our pulses slowed, and our breathing returned to normal. He sat up a little, staring into my eyes.

  “So... you have all weekend?”

  I flushed, embarrassed by how far my mind had gone in the throes of passion. In that moment I'd wanted nothing more than Luke fucking me forever, never mind just a weekend.

  I'd almost expected to come crashing back to earth afterwards, regret what I'd done. But the first thing I saw as I looked round and took in the rest of the living room was our wedding photo, with the laptop screen next to it showing the photo of Gemma.

  And just like that, the anger came right back. The indignation at how good a wife I'd been. How much I'd saved myself for a husband and how much that husband had let me down. How much I'd let Luke down by waiting, and denying myself this. How much I'd let myself down.

  Well, I had decided I was going to make up for lost time.

  I looked up at Luke and smiled.

  “I think that would be the perfect payback.”

  Part 2


  In the first few seconds of waking up, I thought it was a normal day. The alarm went off, waking me up for work, and I lifted Carl's arm off me so I could get dressed and go.

  That's when I realised 'Carl's' arm was a lot bigger and heavier than usual. In fact it reminded me of Luke's, my old boyfriend.

  And that's when I remembered.

  Last night I had found out my husband had cheated on me. I'd been drunk, and angry, and in that anger I'd invited Luke over. My old boyfriend, long before I met my husband Carl. Cocksure and arrogant, but with a body to back up his ego. I'd been a virgin when I met him, and despite a lot of temptation and close-calls, I’d made it out the other side that way too.

  But after finding out that Carl was cheating, I'd let Luke seduce me. And now he was here, asleep in my bed, staying the week so he could... I blushed as I remembered. I'd been a little crazy with pent up aggression and hormones, and I'd wanted him to come inside me. I wanted to have his baby, get the ultimate payback by forcing Carl to raise a bastard.

  I'd asked Luke to stay the weekend so he could impregnate me as payback for my husband's cheating. And he'd more than eagerly agreed.

  At first, I felt guilty. Then I found myself looking at the bed and thinking it had been given more action in this one night than in all the time I'd been with Carl.

  The alarm had woken Luke, and he stirred, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

  “Morning.”

  He froze, then opened his eyes to look at me. Clearly he hadn't remembered either. He seemed stunned for a second as it all clicked into place for him, then he smiled.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey” I said, blushing.

  “You want to come back to bed for a second?”

  He pulled the covers back a little, exposing a little more of his abs. I desperately did, but I knew I had to get up and get to work.

  Luke slid his hand slowly up my thigh. I pushed him away, sighing. “I can't. I have to...” His hand crept a little further up my leg, fingertips tickling the sensitive flesh at the inside of my hip. I bit my lip. “... I have to get ready for work.”

  “On a Saturday?” He asked. “Call in sick.” He peeled the covers back a little, exposing his rippling stomach muscles. “You're more than welcome to join me instead.”

  Below the covers the exquisite v-shape terminated in a slowly rising bulge in the sheets. I shook my head. He was absolutely incorrigible, and he knew it.

  “I can't, I... God I can't believe any of this. I just need a little reality for a moment, OK?”

  He lay back, his arms folded behind his head. “Suit yourself.”

  I looked at him a moment longer, his perfect body laid back against the bed. My bed. I pictured those strong, broad arms wrapped around me last night and I shivered, a frisson of pleasure passing through me. Maybe they could do without me for a few days...

  I shook my head again, turning away from him. “Shower. I'm going for a shower, and I can think about what to do then.”

  The water was warm and refreshing as it cascaded down my skin. I pressed the palms of my hands into the tiled wall, and let it run over my face. For a moment I forgot everything. I forgot Carl's cheating, I forgot about Luke – it was just me and the water.

  Until I felt a pair of hands slide up my sides. I jumped as I felt Luke's body press against my back, his cock nestling between my cheeks.

  “I figured I might give you a hand.” He growled in my ear. His hands rose up my sides, gently cupping my breasts and massaging the soap into my skin.

  I stood there, hands still pressed into the tiles, letting him grope me. It felt so good to be enveloped by him and the water, I let my hands slide over the shower head and gripped. I could feel him hardening against my skin, wanting me.

  I should have remembered, Luke was an early riser.

  He kissed the back of my neck, gently at first then sucking, nibbling at the nape. I let my head fall to one side, exposing the sensitive skin.

  One hand slipped off my breast, down my body and between my thighs, where I was already growing sensitive. I groaned, his fingers slippery as I writhed against them. I arched my back, feeling his cock slide between my thighs, inching closer and closer to my hot, wet pussy.

  With one hand he gently pulled at my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as the other massaged over my clit. My hand tightened on the shower head, and I gasped with pleasure.

  “I... I have to work Luke.” I protested, half-heartedly by now. I knew he'd already won. As soon as he was done with me I'd have to call work, tell them I wasn't coming in. The second he turned me on, all I could think of was spending all week with him inside me.

  “We can stop at any time.” He teased, his hand sliding off my breast to grasp his cock and line it up to impale me.

  “I can't believe this!” I gasped, as he slid into me from behind. I let the water run through my hair and over my face as he grabbed hold of my hip, and started to pound into me.

  I couldn't fight it. I couldn't pretend that I could resist his seduction, or hold on to the semblance of normality I had left. He had me. From the moment I felt his hands on me that morning, he had me. I was no longer Carl's – I let myself be Luke's again.

  His finger sped up between my legs, and I felt my head spinning with the intensity of my approaching orgasm. His strokes were urgent, pumping me blissfully and fully, sending thrills of pleasure through me with each thrust. My knuckles were white around the shower head as I cried out, shuddering into a powerful climax at the hands of my lover.

  He withdrew, stepping out of the cubicle and leaving me hanging onto the shower head, still gasping with pleasure. My legs were shaking and I could feel the aftershocks of the orgasm pulsing through me as the door clicked closed, and I was alone again.

  I exhaled deeply, opening my eyes. I saw the razor on the soap holder, and grinned.

  Luke wasn't the only one who could come up with a surprise...

  Back in the bedroom, Luke lay back on the bed, fingers interlocked in front of him, watching me as I sat down.

  “We never did it in the shower, huh?” He asked.

  “We never did it anywhere.” I turned to him, looking at him with the towel in my hands. “I'm sorry we wasted so much time Luke. ”

  He had a thoughtful look on his face for a moment, then shrugged. “I wouldn't say we wasted our time. Remember that Christmas I came to visit you?”

  I blushed. “Yeah. I remember the train.”

  His broad grin let me know he was thinking of the same thing.

  Back when we first got together, we'd been apart for Christmas one year. All we'd done until then was kiss, maybe a little hands-above-the-clothes exploring, but I was too innocent and naïve to let his wandering hands go too far.

  I was stuck at home for the holidays, and he booked a train to come visit me. I went to meet him in the city so we could catch a local exchange back to the town where my parents lived. I was so excited to see him after being apart that long, we spend most of the journey annoying everyone around us.

  As the train got further and further along the line, the carriage gradually got emptier. Our kissing got heavier, and soon his hands started their usual wandering. But I let them, I was just so happy to see him. He laid his hand over my collarbone, but as soon as nobody was looking he'd slide it down over my breast, sending a thrill through me.

  Then, as the last person left the carriage, Luke slipped his hand down the front of my jeans. I gasped, partly from shock but partly because I hadn't realised how turned on I was. I mean I'd been squirming in the seat, frustrated at how far it was going to be until we got some privacy. And I hadn't for one second thought things might go that far. But as soon as Luke's hand slipped in there, my body went into overdrive and I couldn't resist.

  I lay back in the seat as he leaned over me, keeping watch for anyone else in the carriage. His fingers slid deep into the wet groove, and I had to bite my finger to stop myself crying out. His fingers felt i
ncredible as they started to slip into me. I'd experimented on my own, but never anything as intense or delicious as this!

  I bucked forward in the seat, trying to let him deeper inside me, the palm of his hand banging against my clit. I wasn't thinking, I was just revelling in this new and unexpected joy. I looked up at him, mouth agape in disbelief. He was grinning down at me, his pupils wide with arousal and mischief. I could feel my pleasure intensifying as we stared into each others eyes, and soon I could feel myself peaking. By the time I came, we were almost at our station, and I had to quickly button myself up before we got out onto the platform.

  It was crazy – we'd never been very physical before that point, but something about being apart for a few weeks made us go a little crazy when we finally did get together. I'd honestly never expected myself to be the kind of girl to let anyone do that - let alone in such a public place - but Luke always seemed to bring out the riskier side of me.

  The rest of the weekend had been equally crazy. As soon as we got in, we ran for my old bedroom, pulling at each others clothes. We lay on the bed next to each other, kissing, running our hands over each others bodies.

  My hand slipped over his cock and I gasped when I felt how hard it was. I was so intimidated by it back then, but I wanted so badly to make him feel like he'd made me feel. I ran my hand over it, stroking him and appreciating the heat against my fingertips.

  I know now that all I was really achieving was teasing him even more. He reached down and wrapped my hand around the shaft firmly, guiding my clenched fist up and down the greasy length. I kept the strokes going, my body close to his on the bed. I could feel the heat of him, the raw, solid reality of him lying next to me.

  “I'm close.” He whispered to me. I felt a spasm of need between my legs, my body wanting nothing more than to open myself to him. But I was too afraid, too intimidated by the hugeness and overwhelming presence of his cock.

  I rolled onto my back, and he climbed onto me. His heat and weight on my hips made me shiver with pleasure, and his balls nestled perfectly on top of the little bush between my thighs. I looked up at him, watching as he took his cock in his fist and began kneading it back and forth over me. His hips bucked back and forth as he gazed down at my body in sheer lust.