The making of a revenge video


The making of a revenge video”Is this thing set up properly?” I demanded. “Are you sure it will catch everything?””Yes, Helen,” Paul tried to reassure me, a combination sympathetic smile and eager grin on his face. Well, who could blame him? We were setting up the video camera so it could catch every moment of what was about to transpire between him and me. I was about to get some unexpected but well-deserved payback for the activities that Paul had brought to my attention.I had met my husband George at the company where we both worked. I was a computer technician and he was a salesman. We first met when he brought his lap-top in to be repaired. He had such a woe-be-gone look on his face as he described what was wrong that I nearly burst out laughing. By the time he finished telling me what the problem was I had fixed it. He rushed out of the office hugging the laptop like it was his c***d. I laughed, shook my head and proceeded to immediately forget about him.Two days later he called me.”Ahh, Helen, this is George.””Who?” My mind was a blank.”George Thomas.” When I remained silent he added “I brought my laptop in the other day. You solved the problem while I was still trying to tell you what the problem was.””Oh, right, now I remember. You didn’t give me your name.””I know and I went storming out of there without doing the most important thing. I didn’t say ‘Thank You’. All I can offer in my defense is that I had two weeks worth of orders on that laptop and I needed to get them submitted. I know that hardly excuses bad manners though.”I was just about shocked. Most of the people who brought their equipment in to me spent the whole time bitching as though it was my fault. “Is this going to take long?” or “What do you mean you’ll have to order a part?” and “Is there anyone here who knows what the F*** they’re doing?” were what I was used to. Not “Thank you.””Wow, well, you’re welcome.”He hesitated and cleared his throat twice before stammering, “Helen, I’d, ah, that is, I was wondering if you would, errr, let me make it up to you by, what I mean is…””I’d love to go out with you, George.” Okay, I know that makes me sound like some pushy broad, but really I’m not. I just was afraid that if I waited for him to finish I would be too old to get dressed without the assistance of a nurse. Besides, immersed as I tended to be in whatever was in front of me, me last date had been 6 months previous and to qualify it as a “disaster” was to actually report it as better than it had been.There was another hesitation on the phone, just enough to let me think “Brilliant, Helen. That was NOT was he was trying to say. Practice making a fool of yourself much?” Fortunately for my shreds of self-esteem, the silence was broken by a warm laugh.”Great! How about Friday night? Dinner some place nice but not too fancy and then we’ll see where we go from there?”I gave him my address. “I’ll be ready by seven.”Friday night I was examining myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time when the doorbell rang. I had on the good old basic black dress, cut a bit above the knees, combined with low heels and pantyhose. I really wasn’t much of a dress wearer and definitely did not take to heels. The boots I had worn in my early twenties before I went to technical college and running shoes were more my style. Not that I’m butch, you understand. I just prefer comfort.George looked very handsome when he picked me up. We went to a nice restaurant in the center of the city and had a good meal. After that, we went for a stroll through the little shops and boutiques of the restored downtown area, just window shopping.We seemed to fumble for conversation. We talked mostly about work, not getting into personal issues much. I really don’t know why. I could feel that there was a tenuous connection between us but somehow neither of us could seem to catch the thread and reel the other in.We finally decided to call it a night. On the way home, George’s car slowed for a moment as we passed the local athletic park complex. I glance at him and followed his gaze. He was looking at the marquee announcing that the first game of the local Class A minor league baseball team was tomorrow afternoon.Being a gentleman, George walked me to my front door. There was an awkward moment of silence. Then George wished me goodnight and started down the walkway.”George, wait!” I called after him. He stopped and turned around. I swallowed and walked up to him.”This didn’t go very well tonight George and I don’t know why. Let’s try it again. Instead of dressing up and a restaurant, how about jeans and hotdogs and that ballgame tomorrow afternoon?”He grinned and his face lit up. “First pitch at 3:15. Pick you up at 2 so we can watch batting practice?””Its a deal.” I kissed him and scampered for the door, a grin on my face that was as big as the one on his.The morning passed slowly. The afternoon, well, from the first crack of a bat, I started falling in love. We had the promised hotdogs, smothered in mustard and ketchup and relish. We had beer in overflowing soggy paper cups and cheese fries and popcorn. Every bit of it went straight to my hips and butt and I loved it all.George had to dress up in order to look as a salesman was expected to on the road, but he turned out to be a jeans and sport shirt guy when it was his choice. We türbanlı içel escort swapped our life stories and were astounded at the similarities of our high schools, the three years we each spent between then and college, and what we considered important in life.We did a lot of screaming and bouncing up and down. Our seats were right by first base and the ball game was slam-bam right down to the ninth inning when the home team broke the tie score to win. Arms wrapped around one another, we jumped into the others’ arms. Some time during that hug our first kiss started. We didn’t break it up until the cries of “Get a room!” became exceptionally loud.The drive back to my place flew by. We kissed all the way up the walk, through the door that George managed to kick shut behind us and all the way down the hall to my bedroom. Shoes, jeans and shirts littered our trail. George threw my bra to the winds as we fell onto the bed. My hand was inside his boxers, my fingers trailing over his erection.I managed to hook a leg between his and roll him over. I pulled his shorts down and admired his cock standing straight up from his body. That admiration lasted for just a moment before I engulfed it with my mouth. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them in the same rhythm that my lips slid up and down his hard shaft. I paused at the top of the first upstroke and released him long enough to lick the head clean of its first secretions. Then I showed no mercy.Down my head plunged until I had him fully in my mouth, my nose buried against his groin. I began to suck him as my head bobbed up and down, the head battering at the entrance to my throat. Faster and faster I went, never releasing the suction of my mouth. His groans and cries of pleasure were delightful music to my ears. Then he gave one deep moan and filled my mouth with hot, salty cum, which I greedily swallowed.I had no sooner raised my head in triumph when he grunted, “Your turn now BAM.” He caught me under my arms and pulled me up his body until my pussy rested over his face. Then his tongue burrowed inside my slit and was stroking inside me as fast and as furious as my mouth had been on him. His hands slipped up my body to capture my breasts.I felt his head tip back far enough for his searching tongue to find my clit. He danced around it, then brushed over it, then settled firmly on it to rock it back and forth. I rewarded him as he had me, with yells of pleasure and my own flood of juices on his face.I was kneeling over him, my hands on the top of the headboard, leaning slightly against it. Therefore I was in a perfect position when he blew on my still throbbing clit, slid out for under me, grabbed my hips to pull me into position and then impaled me from behind in one powerful thrust of his hips.”Oh God, honey! Oh damn, so good.” He suddenly froze. Before I could demand he start again, he managed to croak, “Are you protected?”Thank God I was. Why I had kept using my birth control pills through the long drought of celibacy I don’t know, but it paid off. “Yes,” I managed to gasp. Then my voice regained itself. “Now George, fuck me!” And he did.When it was over I laid in the crock of his arm, my eyes idly watching the spinning ceiling fan. “Nice shot,” I commented. He just grinned at the sight of my bra d****d over one of the blades.”Expert shot, you know.”Two months later we moved in together. Six months after that we were married. On our honeymoon we visited South and North Carolina, spending time enjoying the places we had unknowingly shared in our younger days. When we returned we found a place to be “ours” and settled into a happy domestic routine of work and home.The only fly in the ointment was all the travel George needed to do. But he was making excellent money and enjoyed it as much I did my own job. Both of us were naturally thrifty, so we were able to save a good bit of money each month. Soon we would be able to afford a down payment on a house and we were discussing the exciting possibility that I would be able to stop work eventually and have our c***d.Under George’s more outgoing personality I had started participating more in the company’s social activities. I played softball on the mixed team the company sponsored. Unfortunately, George missed a lot of games due to his responsibilities. But he always came when he was home to cheer for me as “the sexiest first baseman I ever saw”.Paul Weincamp was the director of Corporate Relations and also the pitcher on the softball team. A tall, well-built single guy, he was the object of a lot of leering by the single females, and more than one of the married ones I was sure. Who all he was dating was none of my business or interest.One day he collapsed on the bench after a well played game. He pulled two bottles of water from the ice chest and offered me one. I gratefully accepted.”Where’s George?””I think he’s in Saint Louis today.”Paul shook his head. “George is a real go-getter but I bet you wish he didn’t spend so much time on the road. If you were my wife, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight. Well, I know what its like out there.” A look of sadness crossed his face, “My ex-wife was in sales and gone all the time. Then I found out she wasn’t spending those nights on the road alone.” He heaved a sigh. “You never türbanlı içel escort bayan expect it to happen to you.” With that he rose and wandered off towards the parking lot.Well, that was unexpected. I dismissed the thought that George was capable of being anything less than 100 percent faithful. I was surprised however about Paul’s ex-wife. After all, he was quite good-looking and made an excellent salary I was sure. Why would someone cheat on a catch like that?The weeks went by and I seemed to run into Paul more and more often. He stopped by my office occasionally and several times I was requested specifically to install upgrades in the computers at Corporate Relations. Of course we saw each other every ball game. He never failed to ask about George, and yet his words always seemed to be tinged with a bit of suspicion. While given his own history I could understand his thoughts, surely George was behaving himself on the road.More than once I started to expound on that, but Paul always seemed to sense what I was feeling and change the subject, usually to me. He often complimented me on my ball playing skills, as well as my over all attractiveness. With assurances he meant nothing untoward by it, he made a point of making some slight but flattering reference to my looks. More than once I returned home to inspect myself in the mirror. Apparently he was seeing something that I wasn’t.I rather enjoyed Paul’s attention. We grew to be, if not friends, at least close colleagues. He told me it felt good to have someone to confide in about the failure of his marriage.One day he asked me, “Helen, may I ask you a question?””Well, you can ASK Paul,” I replied.He chuckled with appreciation at my wit. “Why does George call you ‘Bam’?””Its a nickname. It has to do with something we discovered about each other when we first started to date.” I laughed. “Its sort of one of those things that makes perfect sense when you share the same experiences but otherwise is meaningless.”Paul didn’t push the issue.About a month later the company held its big Fourth of July party. I had been looking forward eagerly to it was going to be a 3 day weekend for all of us. Unfortunately, George had to call from Dallas the night before and tell me he wasn’t going to be able to get home on time. I assured him it was alright, that I would miss him and I loved him.The party coincided with the league championship game. Paul asked where George was, of course, and I explained. He didn’t say anything much, just grunted. He had a very peculiar look on his face, half in sadness and yet with a touch of anticipation of some sort.Two weeks later when George was back on the road again Paul called me to his office. For once he shut the door. He waved me to the couch and sat beside me.”Helen,” a pained expression crossed his face and he hesitated. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but I think as a friend and as a co-worker you have a right to know this.” The night of the company party that George missed, the one he unexpectedly didn’t come home to attend, I’m afraid that,” he stopped and I could have sworn he muffled a sob, “I’m afraid that I have proof that George is having an affair.””That’s impossible!” I all but shouted.”I know, I can’t believe it either, but,” he clicked on the TV in the corner of his office, then started the VCR, “But there is this. Please don’t ask me how I obtained it.”It was a sex movie. A man, who looked like George, from the back anyway, was engaged in passionate sex with a blonde woman with a set of boobs, either one of which would have been a match for both of mine and to spare. I inched forward on the couch, listening and watching unbelievably.The sound flowed from the TV. The blonde was screaming, “Yes George, YES, fuck me, fuck me like you always do.” The man rolled sideways and his face appeared on the screen. The picture flickered and blurred for a moment but it was unmistakably George’s face.Paul turned off the TV and put his arm around me. “I’m sorry, Helen. I know that was a terrible shock.””I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe that anyone could stoop so low as that.””I know, Helen. I didn’t believe it when my wife betrayed me. But it was true then, as true as this is.”I was very calm. “What do you suggest Paul? I don’t believe in revenge, but some one who acts like this needs to get what’s coming to them.”I could have sworn a look of anticipation came into his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. And I know just how to do it.”I listened to his suggestion and agreed. So three days later I met him at a suite in a well known hotel. He had already set up the video equipment to tape the two of us having sex together.”I hate to do this to George,” Paul said sadly. “But you need to teach him a lesson.””I agree.” I smiled at Paul. “I’m glad you’re here. Without you here, the whole thing would be impossible.”I took a deep breath as Paul turned on the video camera. He panned it across the room, over the queen-sized bed and the champagne bucket beside it. He focused on the foot of the bed. At a nod from him I walked into the picture at the same time he did.I put my arm around Paul and smiled into the camera. “George, Paul here has been telling me some VERY nasty things about you. He’s been telling me all about your little honey türbanlı escort içel you have on the side. He’s been kind enough to give me his explanation about your trips out of town and tell me all about the boasting you do at the office. I tried to extend the benefit of the doubt about the whole situation, but the final straw, my love, was the tape he showed me. Cavorting with a blonde, and a bleached one at that! I couldn’t take it””Trust. Its all about trust. George, you and I have talked about it enough that you know its what we built our relationship on. Its such a watchword with us that it extends to our friends and our co-workers. How someone could act like all this without the slightest concern for the effect it could have on another person, persons in fact is beyond me.”I turned to face Paul and wound my arms around his neck. “Paul, would you care to say anything to George before we start?”A shit-eating grin crept over Paul’s face as he looked in the camera. “Gee, George, old buddy, I’m really sorry to do this to you but its for your own good. After this, maybe just maybe, Helen can get past what you did to her.”He continued to smile wickedly as I began to run my fingers through his hair. He moved closer to me and I felt the bulge of his cock pressed against my thigh. I stood on tip-toe and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the camera’s mike to pick it up.”I want to share a secret with you, Paul. Its George’s nickname for me. Bam, is actually an acronym. Its ‘B’, ‘A’, ‘M’. It means ‘Broad Assed Marine.” I stepped back slightly and let fly.Paul suddenly turned white and slowly began to double over as I continued. “Its not politically correct, of course, but its a term used by male Marines to refer to female Marines. Its half in jest and half mocking.” I watched Paul collapse to his knees, his hands cradling his equipment. “My DI was right,” I remarked thoughtfully, “There’s nothing like a good kick in the balls to get someone’s attention.””I don’t recall this being covered in Hand-to-Hand Combat but I have a feeling its going to make me feel very good.” With that I drew back one foot and kicked Paul in the ass. “You stupid bastard! Did you really think I was dumb enough to fall for this? To turn on my husband over nothing more than rumors and innuendoes that I’m sure you thought were very clever? I LOVE him, you idiot.”I was in full rant mood now and I followed him as he crawled towards the door, pausing only to make sure the camera was still on us. “I’ve known you were pulling something ever since you first started this scheme. Maybe its been successful before, but not with a couple that communicates. I knew about that hotel room that same night. He was too tired to drive home after an eighteen hour day. You don’t think he called me from the room and told me? And that so-called video. My god, I’M the computer nerd. That attempt to graft George’s face onto whoever you had fucking that bimbo was laughable. I spotted it in two seconds.”Paul managed to reach up and open the door. I reached down and caught his belt. “I’m not done yet, you little weasel. I can’t believe your gall at trying to make me think George was having an affair, or even why you wanted to sleep with me. It was for the thrill of the conquest, I guess. Well, you picked the wrong girl and the wrong guy. ‘Always Faithful’ isn’t a motto I take lightly.”I released his belt and put my foot on his ass and shoved. He sprawled in the corridor and I proceeded to throw his keys after him. “Speaking of trust, George trusted me to let me handle this myself.” Paul’s eyes widened in shock. “However, as soon as I call him he’ll probably be looking for you. He’s a former Marine too, if you haven’t realized it yet, and I don’t think you want to be in the same city with both of us pissed at you. Why don’t you move to Bumfuck, Egypt before we catch you. Take all the time you want, but I’d suggest being gone in 24 hours.” I took one more swipe at Paul’s ass but missed as he managed to scurry down the hallway. Two hours later George and I were snuggled in the hotel room bed. The remnants of the mini-bar contents lay s**ttered over the floor. I rested my head on my husband’s chest.”God, these prices.” I looked up as George tipped his head back and poured the contents of a little bag of nuts into his mouth.”Yes, well, it was VERY nice of Paul to put the room on his credit card. We’ll have to thank him properly if we ever see him again.””Speaking of seeing him again.” I knelt on the bed, fiddling with the equipment we had pulled to the edge of the mattress. “Want to watch him one more time?”The bed shifted as George knelt behind me. His hands began to roam over my butt. “If you want to honey. But as long as I have my BAM’s broad ass right here in front of me I think I’ll concentrate on you. What do you think?”I settled down onto my hands and looked over my shoulder as I felt his cock slip up inside my already well used pussy. “Again, sweetheart? Well, Semper Fi, Marine.”We never saw Paul again. By the time we got to the office two days later he had resigned and taken off for parts unknown. No one seemed sad to see him go, especially when it came out that I wasn’t not the only married woman he had hit on. Apparently he had a thing for seducing happily married women, I imagine to “get back” at all of us because of what his ex-wife had done.I was certainly grateful about one thing though. 9 months and 3 days after our self-granted 48 hour pass I gave birth to our daughter. It was purely whimsical on our part to name her Helen Paula Thomas. She was our first, but not the last. We still embarrass all of them at any ball game we all attend.(The End)

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