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Fergusen's Wife
So now I had pictures of Fergusen fucking the sweet little HR girl, and so naturally I felt that I finally had the chance to get even with him a bit. Maybe not to extent that he fucked up my life, but I might be able to get his wife to divorce him, perhaps even get him fired. I decided to start with the wife.
I already had his address and her name, so I decided that the best way to start would be to send her a letter, which read simply:
I have pictures of your husband that would interest you. Please email me at sordida@yahoo.com for further information.
It took her a few days to reply with an email, and then it was just a few words asking for more details. I wrote back that I was a private detective and had pictures and other information about her husband's activities, but to get it, we would have to meet in person. I didn't want to mail her the pictures because there was a chance that they could end up Fergusen's hands. If he had them then he might be able to find the lenses in Amanda's apartment. The ends of the lenses were flush with the walls and literally microscopic, but if he had the pictures to use as a guide to where they were, then I was afraid that he might somehow find them. Then, perhaps he could connect the dots and track everything back to me.
But besides all my usual paranoia about being found, I remembered from the picture on Fergusen's desk that his wife was really beautiful. The picture was of a perfect looking wife in pearls and a sundress. So I wanted to meet her. I had this fantasy about fucking her to get back at Fergusen, and I knew it was a long shot, but I wanted to try. And in the likely event that the sex didn't work out, at least I would show her the pictures, and that would piss her off enough to give Fergusen a rough ride or even a divorce. So I suggested to her that we meet in the lobby of the Westin hotel off Union Square. I figured it was close enough to shopping that she could make an excuse to go there.
A week or so later, I was waiting for her in the lobby of the grand hotel, when she walked in, all nervous and incredibly beautiful. I went up to her and introduced myself with an assumed name, and even a bogus business card that I made up to look official. Then I took her back to a quiet bar in the hotel where we could talk. We chatted for a couple of mintues, and then she nodded at the plain manilla envelope that I had with me.
"Those are the pictures"
"Yeah"
I could say pain in her eyes, "I don't really want to look at them. But who is he with?"
"Amanda Pearson, a woman he works with."
"I remember her. She's pretty... I could see why he would go for her... Are they together a lot?"
"Yeah. At her place. I get the feeling it's been going on for a while."
She bit her lip. Her eyes began to tear up a little. She looked like a sweet and vulnerable, shattered princess. I just wanted to hug her and tell her everything was alright. Suddenly this wasn't turning out to be much fun. She said, "Why are you doing this?"
"I don't normally do this kind of work, and I don't enjoy it. A client hired me to find dirt on Fergusen, sorry your husband, and when I found this, they asked me to share it with you."
"Why"
"They didn't say. I get the feeling it's a rival, or someone getting back at him. I'm sorry to say this, but I get the impression your husband isn't a very nice man."
She smiled and nodded through tears. "Yeah, he can be a real asshole"
"I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you this."
She just kind of shrugged. I offered her to buy her a drink, and then we just started talking. About affairs. About how most men fuck around sooner or later. About her kids. About how they need a father. The whole truth of her life was just sort of laid right out there. Behind her perfect housewife and princess veneer, this was a really good person with worries and fears like anyone else. I told her some bullshit about how in my business I see the worst of people, but that one thing I like about it is that it scrapes away all the layers and that I can really see their true nature. And that I could see that she was just lovely all the way to the very center of her being. Well it wasn't all bullshit, I really meant the last part.
So we talked more and had another drink, and she moved into the anger stage. She talked about how she worked so hard to keep a good home, and the hours and hours she spent trying to stay in shape. How she even participated in a lot of his perverted fantasies just to keep him interested. And how she had only had three different guys her entire life and hadn't cheated on him once. Of course, I egged her on, suggesting that maybe she should have an affair too, get some joy and romance in her life. She said that it had been a long time since she had gotten any tender intimacy, how that dick was always into dominating her, making her do dirty little things for him.
And that's when I made my move. I sort of leaned in and gave that kind of gentle nod. With a smiling, flirty look that asked if she wanted a kiss. In my limited experience, if a woman wants to be kissed, she'll understand this look right away and kind of tilt her head a little in acceptance. I could tell she was surprised when I did this, but she seemed to be OK with it, so I leaned in and kissed her. Soft and gentle, lingering, but not penetrating.
When I leaned back she smiled, and her mood had lightened a little. The chat turned to a kind of a wounded flirting. She started to rub my arm. We kissed more, this time our tongues gently exploring. I was amazed that she found me attractive. But this was not long after my year in the desert, and I was all lean, tan and manly. And there was the detective angle and she definitely felt the urge to get back at her husband. I was the right guy, in the right place, at the right time, which happens so rarely for me that it seemed shocking. Anyway, it was quiet in the bar, and we were off in a corner, but I knew we couldn't just keep making out there for hours. So I asked her if I could go get us a room upstairs. She took a while to answer, but came back with "No. Not today. Maybe in a couple weeks".
Which I took to mean that she was tempted but that the answer was no. But I started writing her email. I tried to make it as romantic and sweet as possible, and that was really easy with her. I figured that this was what she liked, and what she yearned for, and she did respond well. Really I think that she wanted it too, but needed to be seduced.
And I think it helped that I told her truthfully that I hadn't been with a woman in a long time. In fact it had been an embarrassingly long time. I also told her that I ached for her, and fantasized constantly about her an inensity that I never felt for another woman in my entire life. She told me that I made her feel beautiful and special. And of course to me she was. And we talked on the phone a bit. Flirty, happy conversations about how sexy she was and bad I wanted her. So in a couple of weeks, she did finally agree to meet me at the hotel again, and this time I had a room.
She was all nervous and vulnerable, which turned me on from the very first second she walked into the hotel. She was dressed in a hot little sundress with a sweater over it. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the lobby, any lobby actually. I just couldn't believe that she was there to have sex with me. Over the last couple of weeks via email, I had come to understand that this was a woman that was just way out of my league. Not only was she beautiful, but also bright, sweet, intelligent, and confident about herself. This was a girl that was a poplular chearleader in high school, while I was just some lonely geek. And this was a woman that actually had a social circle of well educated, successful people, while I had a life that consisted solely of building a flying crow and spying on people.
So it was more than the fact that she was Fergusen's wife. Sure fucking her would bring me a special pleasure of revenge, and I had rigged a tiny camera up in the room just in case I ever wanted to send him pictures. But mainly I was just excited about the idea of holding her, kissing her, touching her naked body, and being intimate with a woman that was so much more together than I ever would be.
Once up in the room, I popped open a bottle of champagne and we chatted and flirted. We went nice and slow, romantic and gentle. Our kisses were sweet, flavored with champagne, and we lingered over each one. We made out for at least an hour, just letting things slowly build. Then I helped her out of her sweater, loving the cleavage she had to offer, and finally slowly worked her out of her dress and panties. She was comfortable being naked in front of me, and for good reason. This was a woman that was incredibly well put together. Firm breasts, I would guess a C cup, a tight firm stomach and a truly sweet lovely ass. I know she worked hard on her body, but she must have had some work done too, because I don't think any woman can have two kids and look that amazing without some kind of help.
Then she stripped me. And it felt so good to have her soft little hands roaming over my chest, helping me out of my clothes, even stroking my cock through my pants. She was obviously more than a little horny, and seemed to have that warm happy drunk that champagne provides. And so when she did finally get my pants off, my cock was good and hard, and amazingly she knelt right down to blow me.
I positioned her a little so the camera could get a good view, but I don't think she noticed anything odd about it. Then she proceeded to give me the softest, sweetest blow job of my entire life. She worshiped my dick. She kissed it and gently stroked it, and then finally slowly opened her mouth and took in the head. She gave the head of my cock a gentle french kiss, and went so slow that I could really experience every single movement she made. And then she started very gently sucking and stroking. The slow pace, her wonderful mouth and soft hair tickling my thighs had my head reeling. It had been so long since I had felt a woman's intimate touch that it was almost overwhelming. She was doing a lot more than giving me a blow job, she was clearly loving my dick with every soft touch and suckle she gave it. I just couldn't believe that it was my dick in her mouth. What an incredibly beautiful, giving woman. And she even had a bit of porn star in her. She made plenty of eye contact with me. Clearly she wanted to put on a little show. But I got the impression that she did not want me to come in her mouth, so I reluctantly pulled out, and pushed her up on to the bed.
And then I kissed and licked her. From head to toe, I loved every inch of her lovely body. Particularly of course her breasts. I kissed and licked and hefted them in my hands, finally tweaking her nipples. She had lovely dark nippes, and they were already hard. I sucked one into my mouth, and it quickly grew even harder, until it was the size and thickness of the last digit of her pinky. And that's when she started to moan softly. I took my sweet time with her tits, getting her as hot as possibly could by sucking and tweaking those perfect nipples before I trailed down down her firm brown stomach.
She was obviously already very hot, and I could even smell her sweet pussy before I spread her legs. I nuzzled between her thighs. and licked around her pussy, kissing her inner thighs, but never quite letting my tongue into her sex. She got a little more urgent now, her breathing heavy her moaning a little louder, but I just blew hot air on her pussy lips. I still didn't dive in and start to lick her wetness. I moved back to her thighs, and she groaned, took my head in hands and gently pushed me down on to her.
Finally, my tongue split her pussy lips. God was she wet. I did some exploring of her sweet pussy with my tongue and then stopped as soon as her hands left the back of my head. I went back to nuzzling her thighs. This time it didn't take long for her to take my head in her hands again and guide it to her pussy. And this time, she kept them there, urgently guiding me to her clit. I slipped a couple of fingers inside her and continued to lick her clit at the pace her hands suggested. Her hips started grinding up into me and it wasn't very long at all before she had a lovely little orgasm. I watched her finish coming, her breasts bouncing as little waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Watching the passion on her gorgeous face was one of the most lovely sights I have ever seen. God was she beautiful.
I let her rest a few minutes before putting on a condom and getting her to spread her legs. And just the sight of spreading those lovely thighs for me, looking into my eyes, ready for my dick, was a thrill. So naturally when I slowly entered her, the feeling just went beyond description. There is nothing that feels as good as sliding my dick into a beautiful, hot wet pussy. Her eyes glazed over as I slid my dick all the way in. I slowly started to thrust. Here I was, fucking this flawless creature. I slowly started picking up the pace until she was getting it good and hard. She started to moan with every thrust, clearly enjoying being fucked.
It had been so long. Ages since I felt what it was like to be inside a beautiful woman. To fuck. The most natural thing in the world. And the feeling of being inside her and watching her enjoy me fucking her was all the more incredible because she was another man's wife. Fergusen has to take care of her, listen to all her crap, but here I am getting to fuck her sweet pussy. And of course I started to fuck all that sexual tension, all that pent up desire right out. We became more and more like animals, straining, grinding our desire into each other. Our passion building to become even hotter.
I rolled us over, and put her on top. She obviously loved this. She started bobbing up and down on my cock and putting on quite a show. Her face was full of passion again, her body starting to get tense, her bounces down on to me getting urgent. I loved watching her ride me. Her lovely eyes were glazed with desire, her full breasts were bobbing, her firm stomach undulated, and she had this almost angelic, sweet smile on her face. She was obviously having a great time. She looked so incredibly gorgeous. I found myself having this fantasy about being married, getting her a few times a week, even coming home to dinner. It was an odd fantasy since I always dream about sex, and here I am fucking one of the most beautiful women on the planet fantasizing about her cooking. Or perhaps I should say that she was fucking me, because she was now doing all the work. I just laid there all dreamy while her perfect pussy stroked me. Then she finally came hard, almost without warning. A quaking orgasm that ripped through her body, and reverbertated back again and again, leaving her collapsed onto my chest, my throbbing dick still inside her.
I rolled her over on to her back, and started to fuck her again missionary style. She was tired as we had now been fucking for quite a while. She had come twice. She had given me all she had. And now she just lay there, patiently being ridden. I couldn't believe I had lasted this long, but sometimes, when everything aligns right it happens. In many ways, these moments are my favorite part of sex. I had her down now, tired, and worn out, all she could do was let me fuck her as long and as hard as I wanted. Screwing another man's hot wife. Watching her breasts bounce with every thrust. And not just any man's wife of course, but Fergusen's wife. So I let her have it, all of it. And when I came, it was the most ball emptying experience of my life. I swear the condom was a quarter full of cum.
And we lay there and had some really sweet, intimate pillow talk. It amazed me that she was loving. I think that a woman like this doesn't know how to give herself as just sex, her heart will always be in it. She was a beautiful, wonderful woman, and a weird way I will always love her.
Of course it would have never worked as a relationship, but it was still one of the best days of my life. Unfortunately, I never saw her again. She had her affair, it was sweet, and hot, and I think that's all she wanted. She didn't divorce Fergusen, and I wasn't as angry now that I fucked his lovely wife. Just that one afternoon with her had given me at least some confidence and had finally gotten me to start getting over the whole thing of being fired and having the rights to my invention stolen. Perhaps even this had been a good thing in a way, now the bird was mine to play with as I wished.
But mainly it got me back in the game. This proved that it was possible for a beautiful woman to find me attractive. But I needed more, a lot more, and now I just couldn't live my life with sex. Sure I would have to lie to women and build up some story to get them interested, but I felt that it was easily worth it.
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