Alan, I am writing this so you know exactly what happened in your own bed last Tuesday.

Maureen and I had arranged our secret meeting days before. She told me to pick up a couple of items from Sainsbury's after work on Monday evening.

While I was there I ran into you. We chatted like nothing was wrong. I asked what your wife's favourite wine was and you suggested a South African white. You spotted the lube in my basket and made that little dig at me, saying "Porn and tissues then, you need a women." Even though it was banter I didn't see it that way!

You had no idea that lube was going straight into Maureen's holes while you were at work the following day.

I left the store with a smile on my face because I already knew I would be balls-deep in your wife the next day. I told Maureen what you said and she laughed. She promised we would get our revenge the moment you walked out the door.

Tuesday morning I waited until you left for work. The second your car pulled away I walked straight to your house. Maureen opened the door wearing nothing but my favourite black dressing gown and black strap sandals. She looked ready to be used. The moment the door closed she grabbed me and we kissed like animals, tongues fighting, hands everywhere. So Alan as I was there with your wife, she popped one of your prescribed ED tablets into my mouth and said this will sort you right out and had a cheeky smile on her face.

She led me upstairs to your marital bedroom. We tore each other's clothes off.

Maureen had set up numerous fans in the bedroom to keep us cool as it was hot but will be getting even hotter in the bedroom.

I pushed her onto the bed and buried my face between her legs for ten full minutes. I licked, spat, and marked every inch of her skin as mine. I sucked and licked her freshly pedicured toes and feet, the same feet you paid to have done. Your money paid for the nails and the exfoliation that I was now tasting while I claimed your wife. Alan your ED pill was kicking in already lol.

Maureen placed your pillow under my ass so she could kneel comfortably and suck my cock. She took me deep, drooling all over it, then climbed on top and rode me hard. Her pussy slid up and down my shaft while she screamed and your pillow took the full weight of my ass.

I remembered the comment you made in Sainsbury's. I flipped Maureen onto her stomach, spread her cheeks, and drove my cock straight into her ass. I pounded her without mercy. Every thrust was payback. She screamed and moaned that this was revenge, that you deserved to be cuckolded in your own bed. I destroyed her ass until it gaped, then pulled out and shoved her face-down into your pillow again.

I flipped her onto her back, lifted her legs, and fucked her missionary. My cock slammed into her soaked pussy while her ass sank deeper into your pillow with every thrust. The bed rocked violently. Maureen kept mocking you, calling you useless, telling me I was the real man. I kept kissing her, licking her tongue, owning every part of her while your bed creaked under us.

When I was ready I buried myself to the hilt and pumped a thick load straight into her womb. I stayed inside her until every drop was pumped deep, then pulled out and watched my cum leak out of her used cunt onto your pillow.

That is what happened in your house, Alan. Your wife belongs to me now.

Alan, we lay there catching our breath on your bed, my body still pressed against Maureen's. Our mouths met again and again, tongues sliding deep while our hands roamed over sweat-slick skin. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking it slowly at first, then faster, twisting her wrist and thumbing the head until I hardened completely in her grip.

Once I was rigid again I rolled on top of her, pushed her thighs wide and drove straight back into her pussy in one long thrust. Her ass sank deeper into your pillow with every slam of my hips. She moaned loud, begging me to fill her again, telling me to use her cunt as payback for what you said in the supermarket. Her voice grew sharper as she mocked you, calling you weak, useless, a man who could never satisfy her the way I do.

I fucked her harder, the headboard knocking the wall while her legs locked around my waist. Every time my cock bottomed out she cried out that this was revenge, that you deserved to be humiliated in your own house. Her nails dug into my back as she came, pussy pulsing and squeezing around me, but I kept pounding through her orgasm.

When I felt my balls tighten I buried myself to the root and unloaded another thick flood straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse pumped deep until it started leaking out around my shaft, soaking into your pillow beneath her ass. I stayed inside her, grinding slowly while more of my cum dripped down between her cheeks onto the fabric you sleep on every night.

Your wife is a sex maniac, Alan. She craves cock and you simply cannot keep up. If these bedroom walls could speak they would tell you how many times she has screamed my name while you were at work, how she spreads her legs the second you leave and takes every inch I give her. You made it personal with that comment yesterday. It might have been banter to you, but we both know the truth: you cannot fuck your wife the way I do. I was not finished with Maureen yet.

So Alan I wasnt finished with your wife yet as stated. The ED pill had fully kicked in now and I grabbed the lube you saw yesterday. Alan I lubed up your wifes feet and smothered my face into her sexy feet and toes tasting the sweet strawberry flavour. I spent nearly ten minutes worshiping her feet. Alan I then lubed up your wifes pussy good and proper and then began fisting her with the hand that you shook yesterday as promised. Look at the joy and listen to the sounds of joy as my hand is deep in her wet pussy. I can still feel my warm cum in her pussy and I continued fisting her.

This was my favourite part Alan. Your wife gets your West Ham shirt places it over your pillow. Lubes my cock up with her spit and some more strawberry lube and begins giving me a footjob. Look at how your wife works her feet over my cock whilst its over your pillow. Your wife angrily screams at you as if your there.

THIS IS REVENGE HERE ALAN! DONT MESS WITH MY LOVER!

Alan your wifes feet are rubbing up and down my cock as I moan in delight. Your wife begs me to cum on your shirt over your pillow. Alan, Maureen your wife has turned I havent seen this side to her. Look at what youve done Alan. Your wife continues foot wanking me and I let out a massive scream as I cum over your West Ham shirt. Your wife screamed and laughs he deserves this she said. Alan look at your shirt covered in my thick cum. Your wife then grabs your shirt and rubs my cock with it covering it in the remaining cum.

Alan your wife then throws your shirt on the floor like its nothing and said, he always chooses football over me. How can you choose football over your wife Alan?

So Alan after that intense session we rested for a bit. Damn Alan what pills did the Dr prescribe you because my cock stayed rock hard the whole time. Maureen climbed on top of me again and slid my thick shaft straight into her tight ass. She rode me hard while screaming your name in anger. Alan she bounced up and down taking every inch deep in her ass and moaned louder than before. Maureen yelled at the top of her lungs that you are a useless husband who ignores her for football. She slammed her ass down again and again while my cock stretched her open. Alan your wife screamed fuck me harder and I pounded up into her ass with everything I had. The room filled with wet sloppy sounds as my cock plunged in and out of her ass over and over.

Maureen kept belittling you saying you choose West Ham over her pussy and now she gets real cock instead. She screamed louder with every thrust and begged me to fill her ass with cum. Alan I grabbed her hips and drove my cock deep into her ass one final time before shooting a massive load straight inside her. Your wife moaned in pure pleasure as my hot cum pumped deep into her ass and she collapsed on top of me still twitching from the orgasm. She laughed and said you deserve every bit of this Alan while my cum leaked out of her stretched ass.

After Maureen and I finished ruining your kit with my thick cum, we headed downstairs completely naked as per your wifes rules to cool down as well.

Anytime I'm in your house we have to be completely naked and have to kiss after every other word.

Your wife kept her bare foot pressed firmly against my cock the entire time we sat at your dinner table eating. We drank the wine you recommended and even toasted to your so-called revenge while she stroked me under the table with her toes.

We kissed between bites, laughing about how pathetic you looked earlier when you left for work, unbeknownst to you what was going to happen later in the day...

An hour later Maureen said she had a surprise. We went back upstairs and I laid on your bed with my ass under your pillow, right on top of the cum stain we left. She left the room and came back wearing her wedding dress from over ten years ago.

It still fit her perfectly, the champagne satin hugging her body like it was made yesterday, strapless corset pushing her tits up, embroidered details catching the light.

Maureen walked straight over and started sucking my cock while still wearing that dress.

After getting me hard she lifted the skirt, climbed on top and sank down onto me, riding hard with the satin bunched around her waist.

After nearly 5 minutes I flipped her onto all fours and started pounding her doggy style, yanking the dress back to grip her hips while my cock slammed into her wet pussy. She screamed your name and laughed, telling you this is what happens when you mock someone bigger than you.

I kept fucking her in that dress, the fabric getting soaked under us. Then I rolled her onto her side, lifted one leg and kept driving into her from behind with her ass still resting on your pillow.

Finally I got on top and fucked her with everything I had, her body jerking under me while her ass ground into the cum stain. She started squirting hard, soaking your pillow even more, eyes rolling back as she kept mocking you between gasps.

This is the best revenge, Alan. I'm balls-deep in your wife on your bed, in the exact dress she wore on your wedding day, the happiest day of your life, and I'm filling her with load after load.

She came so hard she looked possessed, calling you a useless cuck while my cock stretched her. I kept pounding until I unloaded the biggest cumshot yet straight into her married pussy, pumping it deep while she clenched around me. Those pills really work wonders. Shame you never learned how to use them right.

Your wife belongs to me now, Alan. Every inch of her, especially in that dress.

It was getting close to 4pm and we were both exhausted, sprawled out on your bed catching our breath. Maureen suddenly decided she wanted one final round. She peeled off the wedding dress like it meant nothing, tossing the dress aside without a second glance. The pill was still keeping me rock hard. Your wife wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked until I was throbbing again, then laid on her back.

I climbed on and started fucking her missionary slow and deep, each thrust pushing her ass down into your pillow. I took my time, savoring every second of stretching her married pussy while you were nowhere to be seen. We kissed hard, tongues sliding together as her nails dug into my back and ass. I could feel her wedding ring pressing against my skin with every grip.

I kept driving into her steadily until I finally unloaded one last thick load straight into her cunt. My cum leaked out around my cock and dripped down onto your already ruined pillow. We had completely destroyed your bed, soaked your pillow, trashed your West Ham shirt, and I had fucked your wife senseless in the dress she wore on your wedding day.

Thanks for everything, Alan. We even made plans for when you head off on that stag do later this month. Your house will be empty and Maureen already told me she wants me here the whole time you're gone.