Jordan Silver - The Sweetest Revenge

I came so hard I went blind for a moment, the young sweet ass beneath me rocked as the beauty it belonged to tried to get the last little bit of my cock cream out of me.

"Fuck baby moving your ass like that can get you in a world of trouble." I ran my hands smoothly over her flesh before spreading her ass cheeks to get a good look at her little rosebud.

"Come beauty, get me hard again I want in that ass this time."

She turned around quickly, my dick falling out of her with a popping sound and took my wet cock into her mouth.

"Ummmmm" She rubbed her legs together as she tasted herself on my dick. We'd been fucking for hours ever since I'd picked her up from her last class at the University for the day, we had a long three day weekend coming up, one I should probably be spending with my wife but that bitch could die for all I cared.

I guess you're wondering what a married thirty five year old man is doing in a penthouse apartment with a nineteen- year old coed, I'll tell you.

Up until six months ago I'd thought I was a happily married man, Zola and I had been married ten years, we were two happy successful business people who had everything, the two million dollar house, the fancy cars, expensive vacations twice a year, we had it all. Everything except children; I must be the only man I knew who longed for the sound of little feet running through the halls of my home.

After the first five years with no success we'd gone the medical route, done all the tests, there was nothing wrong with either of us according to the specialist we just needed to be patient. Our sex life was phenomenal even after all those years together; I loved to be adventurous in bed and so did she. She never seemed too broken up whenever her period would show up like clock work every month, I was more often than not the one left feeling the disappointment, but there was nothing we could do.

I'd almost resolved myself to never having kids, I loved my wife and the idea of a surrogate was just not appealing to me, there was adoption but it just wasn't the same, I wanted flesh of my flesh blood of my blood.

I thought I loved her more than anything thought we were solid, now I don't think I've ever hated anyone as much or ever will again.

Six months ago on a Monday I'd answered the phone something I've done thousands of times in life, but this particular phone call was going to change the course of my life forever.

"I need to speak with Mrs. Cordon please."

"She's not in at the moment this is her husband Zane, is there something I can help you with?"

"Um, well, this is the nurse from Dr. Sylvain's office your wife had called with a question about her side effects."

My heart started beating out of time, was Zola ill and hadn't told me? Who's Dr. Sylvain? Our doctor was Dr. Carter; a million scenarios ran through my head none of them good. Knowing that the medical community isn't too big on sharing information and understanding that my wife was obviously trying to keep whatever this is from me I thought quickly and went with my gut.

"Oh yes nurse she said she was expecting a call I'm supposed to get all the information better let me get pen and paper before I forget."

"Um, I'm not sure we don't usually do things like that"

"Oh I totally understand but something came up and Zola had to be away from the phone she refuses to get a cell so I'm the messenger boy, she's very anxious to hear from the doc so if you'll be so kind."

"Oh okay if you're sureum the doctor says that it's normal for some women to have heavy bleeding for days after the abortion"

I'm not sure if it was at that point that I dropped the phone or when exactly I lost consciousness with the real world, but I do know I went somewhere else in my head. My body grew numb and I lost all feeling in my limbs.

I opened a bottle of scotch and drank from the bottle not bothering to move from the stairs where I'd ended up after fetching the bottle. I didn't go into my office didn't call but that was no problem because I owned the place.

I sat there for hours like a stump before I had the foresight to go digging, if this bitch had kept an abortion from me what else had she been hiding all these years? Who the fuck was this person?

Needless to say after five hours of systematically going through every scrap of her belongings I found a whole other person living in my house.

Not only had she had more than one abortion which after I found the evidence of the first going back seven years I threw up until I thought I would pass out. When I could stand to look at her stuff again not knowing what the hell was gonna jump out at me next, I found the affair she'd had with her boss, the away conferences she'd been to over the years that had actually been orgies, the stupid cunt even kept pictures of the shit. I downloaded those to my hard drive. I hadn't quite deduced what I was going to do yet my mind was still stuck on my murdered children; the anger was such that if she'd walked into the house then I would've ended her.

I went through every emotion there is and I learned one thing that day, true love can die. Mine died a quick fucking death and was replaced by a black rage that threatened to consume me.

Halfway through the bottle I'd hatched a plan, I wanted her out of my life but I'd be damned if she was going to take half of everything I'd worked for. I thought of every degrading hurtful thing I could do to her, what would hurt her most?

By the time she returned from work that evening I'd have set everything to rights, she'd never know that I'd rifled through her every possession or that I'd made copies of every incriminating thing I found, including pictures of her married boss and the other men and women she'd fucked over the years. I'm sure her boss wouldn't like the fact that he was into being fucked by a dog to get into the wrong hands.

I had a wealth of information at my fingertips all that was needed was time and planning to put it to the best use.

The first thing I needed to do was take care of the doctor thing I used star sixty nine to retrieve the last call and got the same nurse, after explaining to her that the phone had been faulty and I'd missed what she'd said I told her my wife would be calling her the next day for the results as I was now rushed for time. If she would ever stop to question why it had taken me this long to call back I don't know but it was the best I had.

Next I had to figure out how to live in the same house as this bitch for as long as it was going to take for me to bring her down.

It turns out that wasn't so hard to do.

When she came home I pretended to have now gotten in myself from the office.

"Oh Zola a Dr. Sylvain's office called." I let the words hang in the air and watched her sweat, she looked fucking panicked like her world was about to come tumbling down. Not yet bitch.

"I'm sorry but the phone went crazy and I didn't get any of what they were saying so maybe you want to call them back tomorrow. You okay? I didn't know we were changing doctors."

She sighed in relief and went back to stocking her special bullshit health drinks.

"Well Dr. Carter is great but I just thought we should look around you know, it's been years with no results."

Fucking bitch.

That night I'd made up some story about having a urinary tract infection, I'm not even sure if men had those things but I could've sworn I saw Tom Hanks suffering one in the Green Mile. She bought it and that was how I got out of her bed and into the guest room. At night while she was asleep I was on my laptop for hours formulating my plans.

First I set up a new offshore account, we had a joint account that neither of us paid too much attention to because there was always money we just transferred money into the household account to pay the bills. I syphoned off all of mine but didn't touch hers. Next I went after the long term CDs those took some maneuvering but in the end I got them all transferred to my name only. Basically I took everything that was mine and left hers and since I was worth way more than she was, her way of life was about to change drastically.