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  A SEXUAL REVENGE

  by

  Madison Langston

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  A Sexual Revenge

  Copyright © 2012 by Madison Langston

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters and situations are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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  An explicit excerpt from A SEXUAL REVENGE:

  I put on my new sexy outfit–a matching bra, panties and hip-length nightie. Then I made Steven’s favorite drink and met him at the door, drink in hand. Steven looked especially sexy that day, his short blond hair was tousled from running his fingers through it, a habit I never wanted to break him of; I love his tousled hair. Even before he’d set his briefcase down, I kissed him and licked across his lips. Without saying a word I took him by the hand, led him to the bedroom and began undressing him. As he downed the drink in one draft, I saw the sultry burn in his eyes and knew he wanted to fuck me hard.

  Steven is quite a bit taller than I, so I had to reach up to take off his tie. As I pulled the knot and dropped the tie to the floor, he slipped out of his suit coat, tossed it toward the loveseat, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

  “No! Wait, I want to undress you.”

  His expression grew darker and I could tell the idea appealed to him. In a moment I had him down to his briefs, his cock straining at the cotton. I stroked him through the fabric before taking hold of the waist band and pulling his shorts down to the floor. His cock sprang free, and so did the sexy masculine scent of his genitals.

  I’m no expert, but from what I’ve read, Steven is about average in the penis department, probably six or seven inches, but it is a beautiful piece. When erect, the purple head is entirely exposed. The slight valley created between the head and the foreskin is the perfect size for my lips. It’s a big turn-on for me to take just the head in my mouth and suck while flicking my tongue underneath.

  Placing my hands on his hips, I licked the crease next to his thigh and received a thank you twitch from his cock when it stroked my cheek. He hadn’t showered since this morning, and his strong and sexy scent made my vagina swell. I took his erection in my mouth, thrilling to the silky, smooth feel of the head on my tongue. Taking it deeper, my lips rippled over the ribbed veins along his length. The viscous texture and salty taste of his leaking fluid, whetted my appetite, and I ran my finger along the underside of his erection, producing a mouthful of the stuff.

  Steven reached down and pulled me to my feet, saying, “God, Joanne, you’re sexy. That outfit is amazing. I almost lost it when I opened the door and saw you.” He kissed me, and his tongue explored my mouth. The thought that I was feeding him his pre-cum made me tremble. My knees went weak with my arousal, and I felt my own fluids begin to seep.

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  A SEXUAL REVENGE

  by Madison Langston

  My name is Joanne Travern, and I’ve been married to Steven for nearly three years, now. For the first two years, we lived and worked in Portland, Oregon. Steven is an attorney, and I worked as an associate producer in television. About a year ago, we realized our marriage was in trouble. We discussed it and decided we were growing apart because of our separate careers.

  One major problem was our sex life. To me it seemed our sex was “slam- bam, thank you, ma’am and go to sleep”. Steven agreed our sex wasn’t what it should be and promised to work with me to make it better. We blamed our lifestyle of rushing around trying to keep up with our respective jobs, never spending any quality time together. After talking it over we decided to make some changes.

  As it turned out, the only solution we could come up with was that I should quit my job and become a full-time housewife. I liked my job, so it was a difficult decision for me, but Steven convinced me there was no other solution.

  The firm Steven works for has offices in several cities in the Pacific Northwest. He learned there was an opening in the Eugene office and decided to apply. The hours would be more flexible, allowing Steven to spend more time at home, so it sounded like a good move. When he was offered the position, we decided to take it. His new salary would be more than double mine, so logic dictated that I sacrifice my career for our marriage. I was not happy but went along with the decision. We sold our house in Portland and, in March of this year, moved to Eugene.

  In the beginning, our marriage did seem to improve; at least we spent more time together. Sex happened more often, but the quality remained about the same, so I made it my mission to improve our sex life. I spent my time making myself beautiful and buying sexy underwear and sleepwear. I picked clothes and hair styles and colors that emphasized my special features–long black hair, blue eyes, slim figure with C-cup breasts.

  Several days after we moved, I decided to surprise Steven with an evening of sex. I love the idea of sex. I’ve been that way since junior high school. Don’t misunderstand; my sexual experience has been extremely limited. Before marrying Steven I only had sex with one person–me. I fantasize about sex a great deal, though, and sometimes I get what some people would call kinky thoughts.

  That night I really wanted things to be special–a new job, a new city, a new beginning. In the afternoon, I indulged myself in a long bath with scented oils, then stood nude before a full length mirror and brushed hair, making sure it was sleek and shiny. I’d never taken this much time and care to prepare myself for sex, and I found the experience arousing. While watching myself in the mirror, I felt my nipples stiffen and realized looking at body was turning me on. My figure is soft and feminine. My butt is a little broader than I’d like, but Steven seems to think that’s one of my best features. Looking at my soft curves made me want to touch myself, and the more I looked, the more aroused I became. Soon I was caressing myself in all the right places, and if I’d continued, I would’ve been all flushed and sweaty when Steven came home. So I gave my clit a few more swipes just for good measure and stopped. I could smell how turned on I was, and when I’m turned on, my imagination gets a little weird. My pussy had become very wet, and I collected a handful of fluids from down there and rubbed them on my breasts, a surprise treat for Steven. Am I a dirty girl or what? I thought.

  I put on my new sexy outfit–a matching bra, panties and hip-length nightie. Then I made Steven’s favorite drink and met him at the door, drink in hand. Steven looked especially sexy that day, his short blond hair was tousled from running his fingers through it, a habit I never wanted to break him of; I love his tousled hair. Even before he’d set his briefcase down, I kissed him and licked across his lips. Without saying a word I took him by the hand, led him to the bedroom and began undressing him. As he downed the drink in one draft, I saw the sultry burn in his eyes and knew he wanted to fuck me hard.

  Steven is quite a bit taller than I, so I had to reach up to take off his tie. As I pulled the knot and dropped the tie to the floor, he slipped out of his suit coat, tossed it toward the loveseat, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

  “No! Wait, I want to undress you.”

  His expression grew darker and I could tell the idea appealed to him. In a moment I had him down to his briefs, his cock straining at the cotton. I stroked him through the fabric before taking hold of the waist band and pulling his shorts down to the floor. His cock sprang free, and so did the sexy masculine scent of his genitals.

  I’m no expert, but from what I’ve read, Steven is about average in the penis department, probably six or seven inches, but it is a beautiful piece. When ere
ct, the purple head is entirely exposed. The slight valley created between the head and the foreskin is the perfect size for my lips. It’s a big turn-on for me to take just the head in my mouth and suck while flicking my tongue underneath.

  Placing my hands on his hips, I licked the crease next to his thigh and received a thank you twitch from his cock when it stroked my cheek. He hadn’t showered since this morning, and his strong and sexy scent made my vagina swell. I took his erection in my mouth, thrilling to the silky, smooth feel of the head on my tongue. Taking it deeper, my lips rippled over the ribbed veins along his length. The viscous texture and salty taste of his leaking fluid, whetted my appetite, and I ran my finger along the underside of his erection, producing a mouthful of the stuff.

  Steven reached down and pulled me to my feet, saying, “God, Joanne, you’re sexy. That outfit is amazing. I almost lost it when I opened the door and saw you.” He kissed me, and his tongue explored my mouth. The thought that I was feeding him his pre-cum made me tremble. My knees went weak with my arousal, and I felt my own fluids begin to seep.

  Steven picked me up and lay me across the bed, then moving over me on hands and knees. He pulled the little bow under my chin, and, when I wiggled free, he tossed my nightie to the floor. My lace bra hooked in front and with one snap the cups fell aside revealing my hardened nipples to his gaze. He leaned forward and sucked each one a few of times.

  I knew he was tasting the pussy juice I’d smeared over my breasts, and I couldn’t resist making him aware of it. “Steven, do you taste anything on my breasts?”

  He licked his lips, looked down at me and said, “A little salty, a little tart. What is it?”

  I smiled, “A few minutes before you came in, I was masturbating, and I rubbed my pussy juice on my breasts.” His cock twitched and leaked a dribble of fluids on my thigh.

  Steven went back to my breasts with new vigor, and, as he worked the nipples, my leaking fluids soaked the new panties. He kissed his way down there and pulled the crotch aside, placing his mouth over my pussy, using his tongue to titillate my clit. I could feel my rise toward orgasm begin and knew it would be easy for me to come. A moment later he moved over me and entered me, bringing is mouth down to cover mine. His pile driving pounding of my pussy raised me higher toward a peak; then he exploded inside me.

  Steven stayed on top of me for a moment. When his cock wilted, he rolled off, saying, “My God, Joanne, you’re so hot. That was great, thanks.”

  I didn’t say anything. I just lay there, wishing he would at least take me in his arm and hold me, maybe kiss me. I was disappointed; after my afternoon of preparations, our lovemaking had its standard ending. Sometimes I could hold him off long enough to have an orgasm myself, but the truth be told I usually ended up doing myself after he went to sleep.

  In many ways Steven was a wonderful husband, but in the sex department he was disappointing. I resented giving up my job in Portland, leaving my friends and moving to a new city. I’d done this to save my marriage, but my sacrifice didn’t appear to have made a difference.

  I’d expected the transition from job to housewife to be difficult; I’d always needed to be around people. Staying at home and doing nothing all day is kind of fun for about a week. After that it’s deadly for me.

  I think I would’ve chucked the whole plan and gone back to Portland within a month, had it not been for our next door neighbor, Virginia Clayborne. On the day we arrived, Ginny welcomed us to the neighborhood. We became best friends almost immediately, going shopping, doing lunch, and just kicking back and talking about whatever. Friends are important to me, and in that regard, I was lucky in Eugene.

  Ginny’s a few years older than I–I’m twenty eight. She’s divorced, lives alone and is very outgoing. She isn’t wealthy by any means, but has some investments that seem to support her very well. She loves to shop, so we’re a good match; I’m a shoe freak and hardly ever walk past a shoe store without buying something. Ginny is not only physically beautiful, with her shoulder length blond hair and green eyes; she’s also kind, generous and fun loving. A day with Ginny is always filled with laughter.

  Over the weeks we’d settled into a kind of routine. Monday was our shopping and lunch day. Near the end of August Steven had worked all weekend, again, and Monday morning found me in a bad mood. Ginny and I had planned to shop at Valley River Center and then do lunch. I knew I’d be no fun and was considering canceling. But

  Ginny had been looking forward to it all week; there were big sales at some of the stores, and Ginny loves sales. I didn’t want to disappoint her; besides, I thought shopping might cheer me up.

  Usually I have no problem getting excited about the new shoe styles, but by the time we were seated in our favorite restaurant, I’d bought nothing. Ginny chattered on as she usually does. She loves to talk, and I love listening to her.

  While we were waiting for the waiter, Ginny mentioned that she’d just finished participating in a psychological study. This was a bit of a surprise, because I didn’t see Ginny as being interested in psychology. “What kind of study was it,” I asked.

  “Sexual orientation.”

  Okay, that made sense. I could see Ginny being interested in sex. “Sex, huh? Sounds fun.”

  “Oh, it was.”

  The waiter arrived and took our order. After he left, I said, “Tell me more about this study.”

  “It was conducted by a friend of mine who teaches at the University. She plans to include the data from the study in a book she’s writing. The title of the study was The Influence of Culture on Sexual Orientation. The premise of the study is that many people leading a heterosexual lifestyle are going against their nature because of the influence of their culture.” Ginny was very much into this study and continued to discuss it during lunch.

  We finished lunch and a glass of wine and headed home. On the way back, I didn’t say much. I was still stewing about Steven and the botched weekend, I guess. When Ginny pulled into her driveway and stopped the car, she reached across and placed her hand on mine and asked, “Joni, is something wrong? You seem so down.

  You didn’t even buy one pair of shoes this morning.” “It’s nothing. Sometimes I get this way lately.”

  “Is there anything I can do?” She studied me for a moment. “You look like you need to talk it out.” Ginny held my hand between both of hers. She did a kind of squeeze and a caress at the same time. “Why don’t you come in and tell me what’s bothering you. You’ll feel better.”

  My hand felt so good in hers, so comfortable. Normally I wouldn’t discuss my marriage problems with anyone, not even Ginny; it had been a kind of unstated agreement between Steven and I. Our problems only affected us, so it seemed we should solve them ourselves. Ha, a lot of good our efforts have done, I thought.

  Besides, I really wanted Ginny’s company right now. The thought of going back to my empty house, was depressing. “Thanks, Ginny. Maybe I do need to talk.”

  Ginny smiled and said, “That’s my Girl.” Inside she made iced tea, and we sat together on her couch. Again, Ginny took my hand in both of hers. She has a way of looking at me that gives me a warm feeling inside; I was so glad she was my friend.

  “Okay, now, you tell me what’s gotten you so sad and thoughtful.”

  “I guess it was just a bad weekend. When Steven works long hours, I get kind of depressed. I’ve never told you this, but the reason we moved here was to save our marriage. In Portland we were both working and didn’t spend much time together. We talked it over and realized we needed to do something, and Steven got the chance to transfer here to Eugene. This job was supposed to give him more time at home, but that didn’t happen. He’s busier than ever.”

  “Oh, Honey. I’m sorry. I thought everything was great between you two. I didn’t know you were having problems.”

  “We’ve never had serious fights; we just felt ourselves drifting apart and decided to make a change.”

  “What did you do in Portland?”


  “I was an associate producer for a television station. Steven and I were living two separate lives. We talked it over, and the outcome was that I quit my job and became a housewife.” The self-pity got to me here, and I choked up. “I loved my job. I’d made a lot of friends at work, and I miss it all so much.”

  Ginny handed me a box of Kleenex. I took one and dabbed my eyes. She sat back and studied me for a moment. “Sounds like you made all the sacrifices. What did

  Steven give up?”

  “You’re right, of course. I knew that from the beginning. I gave up my job and friends, and he got a promotion. There didn’t seem to be another answer; it was either my marriage or my job.”

  “I hope you don’t think I’m being noisy, but how’s you sex life?”

  “That’s one of the things we keep working on. Sex was a definite problem in Portland, and we blamed my job. But so far it’s not much better here. Lately he’s working even longer hours than he did in Portland, and we don’t spend much time together. The few times we’ve been together in the last couple months, I’ve had the feeling that he finds our sex life boring. Actually, I agree. It’s the same thing, each time.”

  “Can’t you spice it up? Get some new undies, maybe; something really outrageous. Surprise him.”

  “I’ve done everything I can think of to make it different, bathing together, music, candles in the bathroom. We’ve even rented adult videos.”

  “What turns him on? Is there anything that gets him really aroused?”

  “Well, yes there is. We watched an adult video a while back. It had some scenes of two women making love. Those scenes really got him going. Lately, when he rents videos, they always have some lesbian scenes.”

  “Whoa! Has he asked you to have a threesome?”