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A Wife's Revenge - Part Two

"Liz continues recovering in her own way after discovering her husband cheating."

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The exhilaration I felt at seeing Bill's jaw drop to the floor was everything to me. Sure, this was different, I wasn't cheating on him like he had with me, but after five years of belonging to him alone, this had to have hurt and humiliated him, especially since he had watched it happen. Washing Jake's cum off of my face in the shower, I realised that I wanted more. I wanted Bill to see me enjoying myself, to see what he had lost by cheating on me.

Over the next week, I ensured I had no free time to mope around the house for Bill to see. I set up a gym membership to attend workout and yoga classes and signed up to learn how to pole dance. Bill would never approve of the pole dancing, questioning why I would want to do it since he would be the only one seeing it which didn't help inspire me with any self-confidence. Looking back, it was probably another way he took control of my life, trying to take away my hobbies so that I relied more upon him for company.

On Friday, I looked for entertainment for the evening. It was tempting to call Jake again since I knew the sex would be good, but I didn't know if I could put up with his narcissism. After searching online, I found a mixed fetish and swinging event online and although I was nervous about attending, I pushed myself to go for it. As I registered my attendance for this evening, Bill approached me nervously, wearing the same black pair of panties he wore yesterday. If he planned to stay here much longer he was going to need to get more panties.

Without giving too much away, he asked to borrow money to pay towards the money he owed from gambling. I knew Bill well enough to see when he was hiding his true feelings, and he was scared. I didn't know how much money he owed, or who he owed, but he feared what would happen if he couldn't make that payment.

"Bill. You don't deserve any money from me, and you're not able to pay it back either, I know how little you earn."

Bill's face dropped and he pleaded, no, begged.

"Tell you what, do as I say to prepare me for the party this evening, and I will consider lending you the money. You will need to pay it back, there's no freebies anymore."

Bill agreed instantly. Clearly, the people he owed money to were not the types to be trifled with; that was worth remembering.

"What do you want me to do, Elizabeth?"

"Go run a bath and wait there for me."

Bill scurried off, eager to impress me enough to borrow the money he so desperately needed. I stepped out of my outfit and headed to the bathroom. It never occurred to me just how freeing and enjoyable it was to walk around my house naked. Bill wasn't the type that gave out compliments much and I never felt confident enough with my body to flaunt it like that, but things had changed. It started as a way to show Bill what he was missing out on, now the more I walked around naked, the more confidence I gained in my image.

The bath was ready when I stepped inside the bathroom and Bill was shocked to see me walk in without any clothes. I ignored his glances and stepped inside the bath, enjoying the warmth of the water as I submerged. For a moment, I relaxed, choosing to ignore his presence while he wondered why he had been told to wait there.

"If I'm going to allow you to stay here and lend you money when I should be kicking you out, I need to know it is worthwhile. If that means making you earn your stay with chores and humiliating you, I will do just that. Should you agree, you can stay here for the time being while you find your feet again, if not, you know where the door is. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand."

Bill sounded downtrodden, and it was hard not to see why. He was used to being the one in control in the relationship. Now he had been caught cheating and served with a divorce, the power had shifted and he realised just how much he had been relying on me to feed his gambling habit and finance his luxurious lifestyle. I knew that he never imagined he would be caught, he thought himself too smart for that. It wouldn't surprise me if he bided his time for a while before attempting to charm me again to take him back. I wouldn't do it, though. I held the power, and he would suffer.

"Right, get my razor and shaving cream from the cupboard."

With my razor in Bill's hand, I told him to rub the cream under my arms, into my legs and my pubic area and gently shave them. It was always so awkward doing it myself, at least this way I could relax in the bath while he ensured I was completely smooth.

"You can't be serious?"

Bill looked at me, astounded.

"I'm deadly serious. If you want me to lend you the money, I need to make it worthwhile for me. Be careful, I need you to focus entirely on the task at hand. You can't miss any hairs, and you need to be delicate so as not to cut me."

Bill nervously squeezed the shaving cream onto his hands and started under my arms. Worried that he might cut me with the razor, he focused hard as he shaved me, going slowly and delicately across my skin. It was nice having someone do this for me; it was a job I never enjoyed doing, but seeing Bill worriedly move onto my legs? It was enjoyable watching him squirm as he concentrated hard.

"Are you sure you want me to touch you there?"

I nodded, as Bill questioned about rubbing cream around my vagina after finishing my legs. It was interesting to see how he reacted, and as I suspected, he began shifting uncomfortably as his cock responded by growing hard in the confines of the panties. The temptation he felt was written all over his face as he looked at me hungrily, and I was thankful for the bath water hiding how much this excited me. He didn't dare to ask me for any more, and he did a perfect job ensuring that I was smooth down there without cutting my skin. It was far better and quicker than doing it myself, I may have to make this a regular thing for as long as he stays here.

Now smooth, I had Bill massage soap into my skin, noting his cock straining against the panties. He must have been so desperate to ask me to do something about his rock-hard cock, but he was rightfully too scared about losing the money I would lend him. I had him shampoo and condition my hair before rinsing, and then stood so that he could pat me dry.

"Good so far, Bill. Turns out you're not completely useless after all. Go to my room, find the latex underwear set that I wore for your birthday last year and lay it on the bed ready for me."

A flicker of recognition showed in Bill's eyes and he left me wrapped in a towel as he went to do as he was told. Taking my time, I strolled to my room to find Bill finishing up laying the outfit on the bed. It was a set consisting of a revealing black latex bra, panties with zipped access, a matching fishnet crop top and tights. Judging by his excitement, Bill must have thought I was wearing this for him as I asked him to rub talc powder onto my skin and help me into the outfit, but as soon as I was in the outfit I put over a faded band t-shirt and some leggings.

Bill's face dropped with the realisation that he wasn't getting any action, did he seriously think I was going to overlook what he had done so soon? I could barely contain my amusement as I stifled a giggle and instructed him to paint my nails in a black colour to match the outfit and had him assist me with the make-up, though that was more grabbing the right item, I didn't trust him to do my makeup at all, I'd end up looking like a clown.

With the make-up done, I put my shoes on and told Bill a list of chores I expected done and to not expect me back until late; I'd make my decision whether I was going to lend him the money then or not depending on how well he completed the chores, and what kind of mood I was in; although I wasn't going to tell him the latter. With his erection pushing like a tentpole against my black panties, he looked pathetic pouting like he was as I ordered a taxi to take me to the party for this evening.

The taxi dropped me off outside the venue for the adult-themed party. The building wasn't much to look at from the outside, if anything it looked like a seedy hotel that advertised itself as a private member's club. Nervously, I walked inside, not entirely sure what to expect as I joined a queue to sign in to the venue. A young couple greeted me warmly and pointed to a corridor where the lockers were based to drop off my belongings. They explained that members of their team acted as security if needed, though there were rarely any incidents and they were there should I have any worries or queries. Naturally, any electronic equipment was restricted within the private member area, and if I was expecting an important call, I should leave my phone at the reception desk for them to call me should it ring.

Signing my name, I paid the small entry fee and went straight to the door at the end of the corridor that opened to show a small corridor room. A naked woman smiled warmly at me as I passed her while she was changing her outfit and I found a private area around the corner to change.

Standing in front of the mirror, I admired the reflection that stared back at me. It was only a week since I'd started to make positive changes to my lifestyle, and although there was plenty of work to be done, I was proud of my body regardless. Taking a deep breath, I went to exit the locker room, aware that this was the first time I'd worn anything this revealing in front of anyone other than my partner.

It transpired that I had nothing to be nervous about. Within five minutes of walking out of the locker room, I had been complimented at least four times on my look, and everyone I encountered had been very welcoming. I sat near the bar, talking to people while ordering a cocktail for some liquid confidence. It looked much like a nightclub with the lighting except everyone was either naked or wearing very little, and there was a lot of sinister-looking equipment around the room.

With the courage of a few drinks behind me, I got up from the bar to socialise. I'd always been ignorant regarding this kind of lifestyle and I'd be the first to admit that I had probably made a judgement about the type of people who attended these parties. How wrong I had been! I watched people playing on the equipment, spanking, fucking, the act of domination, and I couldn't look away. There were more than a few things that piqued my curiosity, and I found myself reading the expressions of pleasure on the faces of those playing, wondering just what it would feel like physically and mentally to be in that position.

I returned to the bar to get another drink and take a minute to steady my excitement and racing mind. With everything going on around me, I wanted to get involved in the action, but I wasn't sure I felt confident enough to approach anyone. Like, How exactly did one do that anyway? Just find a person I liked the look of who was alone and ask them if they fancied fucking me? It seemed a bit cringe-worthy.

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A couple of men sat beside me on the bar, distracting me from my thoughts. One of the men I'd guess was in his mid-to-late twenties. He was tall and sturdy, looking incredibly suave dressed in his waistcoat with an immaculately trimmed goatee. Kneeling by his side was a man who I'd guessed was a little older. His whole body had been shaved hairless, and other than a collar and leash around his neck, the only things he wore were clamps attached to his nipples and a small, pink plastic case that seemed to encase his penis.

"Hey, first time?"

Was 'sexy waistcoat man' speaking to me? I had a quick look around and sure enough, no one else was nearby.

"Is it that obvious?"

I laughed nervously and his smile had me feeling weak. The man introduced himself as Kyle, and he was easy to speak to while the man kneeling by his side kept quiet with his gaze fixed on the floor.

"What's with your friend?"

I nodded towards the man kneeling by his side. Kyle had been speaking with me for close to ten minutes and the man had barely moved.

"Oh, that is my partner, Brad. He is very submissive and enjoys serving me."

From then on, my curiosity got the better of me and I bombarded Kyle with question after question regarding the couple's lifestyle. I'd been so naive to this before today, and the more Kyle told me about how their dynamic worked, the more interested I became. He revealed that Brad was a high-level employee of a well-known company. Brad had to be ruthless and assertive at work, but the second he finished and arrived home that changed.

"So, he hasn't been out of that cage for a month?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, he has, but only when supervised to wash himself. The moment he's done, he's locked back up and teased relentlessly for my amusement. Go have a closer look."

I accepted Kyle's invitation as Brad stood up to present himself. His poor cock was squeezed tightly into the steel cage, and I could see imprints from the bars of the cage from when his cock had strained against its confinement. His balls were heavy and blue showing signs of the desperation he felt. Even as I weighed them in my hand, his cock responded instantly and pressed against the cage.

"Oh my, he's very responsive."

"Being teased for a month without release would do that to you."

Even though I was completely out of my depth, conversation with Kyle came easily. Sure, it was mostly me asking him about his relationship with Brad, but it soon turned rather flirtatious and the three of us got up to dance to the music. Buoyed on by the alcohol and the lust I felt, I rubbed my body against Kyle's to the beat, letting him hold and grope me while Brad watched, dancing awkwardly beside us as his cock cage bounced with his movements. I backed up against Brad, bending over in front of him and rubbing my ass against his cage cock as I kissed Kyle's chest, making my way up to his lips. The power I felt over Brad was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist teasing him some more while exploring Kyle's mouth with my tongue.

I turned to face, Brad, teasing Kyle this time, oblivious to anyone around me. Unlike Brad, Kyle didn't take well to being pleased and he asserted his dominance, pushing me gently against the wall and pinning my hands above my head. Oh my. I tried to catch my breath as Kyle took his time to tease me, gently hovering over my neck, allowing his lips to brush against my skin as I felt his warm breath against me. At this point, I was his, and he instructed Brad to unclip my bra, allowing me to say no in the process. I was too far gone at this point, overcome with lust and desire that I nodded my consent before my bra fell to the floor.

My legs trembled weakly as Kyle went for my neck again, this time kissing and gently nibbling while Brad pulled down my panties. Inside, a voice screamed that I was naked in front of everyone, but I no longer cared, especially when Brad knelt before me and started caressing my clit with his tongue. The combination of Brad's tongue and Kyle kissing me while pinning me to the wall was causing me to lose all self-control and any inhibitions that remained.

Dripping wet, I watched lustfully as Brad turned to his partner and unzipped his trousers. He took Kyle's throbbing tumescence in his mouth and looked adoringly up at his partner as he gently prepared his partner's cock for use.

Kyle lifted me against the wall and slowly penetrated me. My mouth hung agape as I felt every inch push its way inside me. As he picked up his rhythm, I felt his teeth against my neck, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy from the sensation. A crowd had formed to watch the show, and instead of feeling embarrassed, the audience heightened my arousal. On Kyle's orders, Brad took one of my feet in his hands and sucked my toes while his partner had his way with me. It was by far the most bizarre sexual encounter I had experienced, but I loved every moment of it; even when a few other dominants brought over their submissives to request to be a part of the action.

"Do you mind?"

Kyle grinned cheesily with his cock deep inside me, and there was no way I could say no to him, even if I wanted to. A woman, dressed entirely in a latex gimp suit with her blonde hair sticking out in a ponytail took my other foot in her hands and copied Brad while another two men in chastity caressed and sucked on my nipples. The pure pleasure I felt all over was overwhelming and I felt the pressure build inside me, threatening to spill over with every thrust. My whole body yearned for release, but I held on, wanting to experience this for as long as I could. I whimpered, mumbling incoherently as the pleasure became too much to contain and erupted through me.

I saw stars as pleasure like electricity ripped through every nerve ending. Wave after wave, my body convulsed and I couldn't refrain from crying out in pure satisfaction, but I wasn't done there. Kyle was still thrusting away, causing me to speak in tongues as I begged for more, watching the people watching me in a lustful haze. Kyle bit down once again and I felt his cock twitch inside me as he spewed his load and pleasure boiled inside me once again, as I breathlessly moaned.

Kyle held me steadily against the wall as I caught my breath. I felt his cum inside me and I felt completely sated as he gently helped me to my feet and ensured I was steady on them. The audience watching applauded and cheered and I smiled embarrassed, even more so when I noticed the puddle I had left on the floor.

I stepped into my pants, if for no reason but to stop Kyle's cum from leaking out of me onto the floor. Brad eagerly went on his knees and cleaned mine and Kyle's juices off of his cock before we made our way to a free sofa in the chill-out area. We ordered another drink and continued to talk as we watched live footage on the screens from the public play areas of the club. There was so much going on that I hadn't experienced, and I wanted to experience so much more. For now, I was completely sated. My whole body ached, but I felt good all over.

As the night unfortunately came to a close, I swapped contact details with Kyle and ordered a taxi home. I walked inside my house to find Bill watching television in the panties. I was about to admonish him, but the place looked immaculate, and it appeared he had done what I had asked of him. He took in my appearance as I dropped my coat to the floor and walked up to him. My whole body probably stank of sex, and he raised an eyebrow. I thought of Kyle and Brad and their type of relationship, and I wanted that so bad. Maybe not with Bill in the long term due to what he did, but that didn't mean I couldn't have fun with him now.

I stripped down in front of him, showing the sticky mess on the inside of my latex panties that he liked so much.

"If you want your money, lick them clean."

"What?"

"You heard me. I owe you nothing, Bill. You want something from me, I want you to humiliate yourself for my amusement."

I saw the worry and disgust on his face as he tried to process what he was being asked to do. The fact was, I was still reeling from what he had done to our relationship, and I wanted to see him suffer. Bill didn't have to do what I said, he was more than welcome to refuse and stay here as long as he kept abiding by the rules I set to humiliate him. If he didn't like it, he was able to leave.

A smile lit my face when I saw the resignation written on Bill's face. Sighing, he reached down to pick up the cum-soaked panties, and he winced when he brought them to his face. He closed his eyes and gingerly stuck out a tongue as he slowly licked the cum with a lock of disgust on his face. Watching him humiliate himself just so he could borrow some money was turning me on immensely, and I saw opposite him, spreading my legs and rubbing my clit at the show. I could see him staring at my freshly-fucked hole, seeing the drying cum glistening in the light of my wetness.

Despite his disgust and his humiliation, Bill's cock engorged inside my panties. Whether it was from watching me play with myself, or the degradation of the act, I couldn't tell. I reached my leg towards him, stroking his cock with my feet as it bulged inside the panties. He opened his legs, willing me to continue stroking his cock with my feet while he licked the panties with a little more enthusiasm than before. He squirmed as he got close, and I watched a wet patch form on the panties as his cock spewed its load and I came for the third time this evening.

"Wow, what a little slut you are!" I exclaimed, feeling somewhat drunk with the power I held over him. "Make sure my latex outfit and the panties you're wearing are clean in the morning and I'll transfer you the money for you to pay back later. Goodnight."

I walked past Bill, smirking. He looked dumbfounded holding my panties that he had just licked clean in one hand while he inspected how much he had ejaculated inside the panties he wore. Maybe I could experience more of what I wanted with Bill while he needed me to help him. He wasn't getting any more handouts from me, and I could certainly get used to that look of shame and humiliation written all over his face.

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