Bree didn't have any tears left for her marriage. Her grief had turned into anger, and her desire for revenge far outweighed any sensible approach to getting back at her husband for betraying her. She hated herself for being kind and caring to the wrong man for years, and she wanted to show him the brutally devastating side of her.

"Fuck your apology," she texted her husband, repeating the words out loud for her willing partner to hear.

She turned on the camera and recorded the mysterious man taking her from behind, without showing either of their faces, but moaning loudly to add emphasis for the video. The wickedness of the moment had her skin burning with lust and her pussy swollen with the perfect blend of heat and natural lubrication to delight her lover. He spanked her and thrusted harder until she stopped recording.

"He's someone you know. Can you guess who it is?" she captioned the video and sent it to her husband.

She licked her lips as if trying to savor her revenge, but all she could taste was her lover's pre-cum from the blowjob earlier.

"You fucking whore," her husband managed to type amid his shock and anger. "Why are you doing this?"

She left him on read, opting to ignore him and enjoy the sex while her husband sent a barrage of messages. She laughed and looked over her shoulder. He would hate knowing it's you, she thought, watching her lover focus on her rippling flesh.

"I told you I fucked up. I apologized," her husband frantically tried piecing the events together. "This is bullshit."

"Playing the victim? Aww, that's cute," she interrupted his texts, knowing how much he hated being told that.

She put her phone down and let him type to himself in the chat. She knew him better than anyone, and much like her lover's thrusts, she was hitting every spot. When the thought of revenge first crossed her mind, she made a list of potential candidates who would be down to humiliate her husband. The vigorous display of stamina from her lover confirmed she had made the perfect choice.

Her mysterious partner was someone who had wanted her for a long time, someone who wouldn't think twice about getting in her panties. They had flirted in the past but her loyalty had stopped anything from happening between them at the time. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and she trusted him to know the recipe as well as she did.

She resumed the torturous game with her husband. "He's much better than you. Why didn't I do this sooner?" she asked, skipping over everything he had typed, then adding the thinking and eggplant emojis at the end.

"You went too far," he said, conceding that her actions hurt him. "Who is it? Just tell me."

She got a kick out of manipulating his feelings and taking him on a rollercoaster of emotions. For all the times he had made her feel less, been inconsiderate, and not validated her emotions. This was justified in her mind, every bit of it was deserved.

"You're such a bad bitch," her lover said, pulling on her hair to perfect the arching of her back.

He didn't have anywhere near the problem with her husband like she did, but he disliked him just enough to get a kick out of fucking his wife. Accepting her offer to be part of a revenge ploy had been a no-brainer when she'd starred in several of his masturbatory fantasies in the past.

"Take a guess. Could be your boss, co-worker, friend, or even a family member," she added, delivering the master stroke of her plan. She knew better than anyone how to crush him, and this would eat him from the inside out, starting with his insecurities and ending with trust issues that were the cherry on top.

He would never stop thinking about it. He was unlikely to figure it out, and even if he did, it would only make things worse. Someone he knew had not only claimed his wife but been a willful participant in her twisted game. His betrayal had come back to haunt him in the worst way imaginable. He had to consider moving away and leaving everything behind. He could escape the threat of ridicule at every corner by fleeing, but the humiliation would live in his mind forever.

He had failed the woman he professed his love to, the one he married and spent years of his life with. He could've never envisioned that his sweet wife would turn into a monster, but it was all his doing and he accepted the painful truth. His apologies were ignored, any thought of continuing their marriage was scorched, and not knowing his wife's revenge partner made his limbs tremble in anger. She had attacked him from every angle, ambushed him, and forced his surrender.

For her, it was entirely the opposite. The euphoria running through her body empowered her and accompanied her over the edge into a righteous orgasm. Her pussy was a sopping mess, drooling juices down her thighs and covering her lover's relentless cock, while adding the lubricated sounds of repeated penetration to their sensory joys along with her moans.

She handed her lover the phone for the finale, one that required him to record her creampied pussy. Looking down at her ass, the one he had lusted over for years, was more than enough to make him groan and release his warmth into hers. He began recording just before his first rope spurted into her, and continued until his pulsing cock finished coating her walls.

"Wrecked your wife's pussy," he captioned it, getting a close-up of the creampie oozing between her reddened and gaped entrance, but knowing he couldn't talk at the risk of her husband recognizing his voice. He spanked her ass, hard enough to make a drop of his cum fall from her pussy, and ended the video with that exclamation.

Her husband couldn't bear any more of her punishment. He slammed his phone on the ground. He could not tolerate the consequences of his actions. He buried his face in his hands and started crying. There was nobody to console him, he was left alone to face his daunting future, and worst of all, he only had himself to blame.

The woman she was before would've never done something like this to anyone. She recognized that not having this type of edge had perhaps been part of the problem in getting put aside in so many facets of her life. Her new persona wasn't going to stand in the sidelines, she wasn't going to allow anyone to take advantage of her anymore. She had punched the air out of her husband's life, much worse than he had done to her, and that was a satisfying end to their marriage. Her revenge had been undoubtedly heartless, but after giving her heart to her husband, she felt it was poetically fitting.

She would be moving back home, hundreds of miles away, and this was her parting gift to her unfaithful husband. The story of her marriage hadn't gone as envisioned, but she had learned that most things in life didn't. She found solace in closing the final chapter and giving herself another chance to write a story with someone else.