Hi,
Have re-edited a story i wrote a few years back. Character was a fictional one, physically based on my real-life Mrs.
Black Alley – A Slut wife's Revenge Tale
By Kyng Kooba – monsterp1@yahoo.co.uk Yahoo messenger:monsterp1
'That Bastard!....How...How dare he..'. Standing in front of the bedroom mirror Kathy tried not to let the tears start again. She had been crying all afternoon and was determined that those would be the last she shed for her cheating hubby Paul. For a moment she felt herself begin to well-up, before forcing her emotions back down, drying her eyes and re-applying mascara with careful precision. If anything, Kathy's vulnerability made her even more attractive, although tonight was no time for a show of weakness. Squeezing her ample cleavage into a very short and extremely revealing cocktail dress the 32 year old, married brunette was certainly fitting of the title 'cock magnet'. She had spent the biggest part of the afternoon getting ready for her big night out. A night that she would never forget. She hadn't done anything like THIS before. Indeed Kathy's hands where trembling as she lit a cigarette and let the events of the last 24 hours run through her mind. Folding her arms the wedding photo on the dresser caught her eye. Paul. The no-good husband she was going to get back at.
The cigarette made her feel better. Calmer, though her steely resolve remained. Without a word she took the photo and lay it face down. They had never had kids. Maybe it would have been better if they had. Provided some support maybe? After correcting her makeup one more time Kathy took a last stand in the mirror. Somehow the face of Paul's younger, teenage mistress came back at her. Blue eyes and long blonde hair. An 18 year old body that was tight and slim. Kathy too looked after her figure. Her legs were long and her thighs rounded and beautifully shaped. Extremely smooth to the touch with breasts that remained as eye-catching and firm as ever. Her round, flat nipples slightly showing slightly through the thin dress. Certain to attract all the wrong attention. She couldn't go out like this could she? What if anyone she knew saw her? No, Paul was going to pay.
The horn of the taxi broke her momentary daze and with a deep breath Kathy collected her coat and went downstairs. She was ready. Leaving the lights in the hall on she cast a last, lonely look into the house and shut the door behind her. Outside it was freezing. The biting cold blowing right through her coat and meeting her skin full on. Kathy stumbled back, shivering, gritting her teeth and making for the taxi.
'Where too lady?' the driver asked as she got in. He was an Indian man of mid forties. Moving the rear view mirror until it gave him a satisfactory view of his fare. Kathy pushed back her hair and looked up. The drivers driver's eyes where smug and liked what they saw.
'Just into town'.
As they drove she thought of her husband and his new *****. It just didn't seem right and feeling the guilt Kathy took her mobile from her handbag and checked for messages. There were none. Why would there be? Clearly her husband didn't care what she did. If he could fuck around then so could she! She only hoped she was as good at cheating. Clearing her head Kathy held back the tears once more, choosing instead to follow the young people through the dirty cab window. Dressed up in their finest as they made their way into town. She knew it wouldn't be hard for her. A good looking woman always got what she wanted in this town. Particularly one with her tits on full show and a wedding ring on her finger. The drivers, smug eyes remained fixed on her cleavage. Clearly he felt he could look where he wanted. Putting her phone away Kathy checked once again the £500 she had taken from the safe. The crisp excessive notes stashed in her purse. It was time to get started.
The sound of town at night was something Kathy was unused too. Paul didn't take her out as often as he used too. Then he had a new plaything. After paying the driver she huddled her coat around her body. It was still early for the clubs and pubs to be in full swing. Thankfully few had queues and crossing the road she headed towards the nearest and most safe looking. Pounding throbs of music coming from within. She remembered her teenage days when she and friends used to go out together. Happy, carefree, dancing around their handbags. Rain was falling lightly in a faint drizzle and Kathy was glad to get under cover. The doormen both grinned as she approached, her high heels tap-tapping on the pavement. Flashing a curt smile they opened the door and in she went.
A short time later Kathy was sitting by a polished wooden table at the rear of a lively bar. Her fourth Bacardi and Coke stood in front of her and she was feeling comfortable with herself. In fact, she was enjoying being there. The dance music became oddly soothing over time as the alcohol mixed in her body. Reminding her again of how long it had been since Paul had taken her out anywhere. How could she have become so out of touch? Looking around she was one of the only single people there. A group of women, probably an office party where having a celebration of some kind. Girls dressed in skimpy clothes and enjoying the attention being lavished on them by a horny eyed group of young, late teenage men. Kathy lit a cigarette, wondering if her husband had any hint what she was planning. Probably not and deep down she wondered if even now, she would be able to go through with it. If she was going to do this she needed to act and began wishing she had sat at the bar. A shriek from the office party made her jump. Her heart pounding. She had to act. She had to.
With a deep breath Kathy checked her watch and slid off her coat. Feeling ******* but pleasurably so as she folded it beside her. It was quite exciting to be dressed in public like a *****. Almost immediately one of the young men noticed and pointed her out to his friends. Kathy looked away, feeling like a piece of meat but enjoying the sudden attention as the fingers jabbed and the eyes leered. As she reached for her drink her hand was trembling again. Nervously she re-crossed her legs, closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was not wearing any underwear and that alone reminded her of what her mother used to warn about certain types of women. The attention from the young men grew. Mainly because it was clear this single, lone female was seemingly eager to show off her body. The first to make eye contact was in his early 20's. Standing out from the rest of his group. Well built. Muscular and wearing a tight shirt that showed it off. Kathy liked that. Confidence. He was full of it, even letting his eyes drop willingly to her cleavage. Letting her know just how interested he was. If only Paul could see her now. She smiled as his eyes fell again. A sudden wave of satisfaction in that she still easily pull a young stud.
Eventually the young man came walking over. Egged on by his friends.
'Can I buy you a drink' he asked Kathy.
'Sure, if you think you have a chance'.
'I'm sure I do' the man said. Letting his eyes drop down to her cleavage. Young men of his age were always so direct and forward. It reminded Kathy of her teenage years and his reply sent a ripple though her body. Nerves seeming to evaporate as her cold determination took over. She would make Paul pay all right. There was no doubt about it and if the confident young man kept this up she would be sucking his dick in no time.
Kathy flirted as best she could. A little drunkenly as the man sat beside her. She wasn't used to the drink and he took every opportunity to look down her dress and beneath the table to her legs at regular intervals. Soon the young lad, whose name was Mark asked her to join his friends at the bigger table. Laughing and eager to go along Kathy agreed. She wanted to be one of the crowd. Her legs wobbled as she stood, laughing and spilling her drink as Mark led her over. Horny, intoxicated looks from the group. All eyeing the very short dress as the sexy woman in front of them crossed her long legs and downed another B&C. In no time Kathy was asked for a kiss. She agreed. Pleased as the man assuredly put a hand on her neat waist and delivered it with style. Another followed. More urgent. Almost without knowing Kathy was kissing him hard. Her arms around his neck.
'You have a place near here?' he whispered under the noise of the bar.
'Wouldn't you rather take me home with you tonight' she replied. Suddenly worried about Paul coming home and disturbing them. She couldn't be sure he would stay away all night. 'I promise it'll be worth your while'. As if to pressure him Kathy began discreetly rubbing her hand against the bulge in the young mans trousers.
It was raining harder by then. The bar had closed and people where drifting home. Once outside he was all over her. Though by now our heroine was well in the mood. Kathy turned discreetly away from the crowd of people leaving. She stood with her hands on her hips. Smiling as she let him fondle her tits through her dress. He'd deserved it. His car was across the road. She felt a surge of satisfaction and surprise as he led her to the Porsche.
'It's almost new' he said. Seeing how impressed she was with the sportscar. With a smile, Kathy slid into the leather seat. Crossing her smooth legs as the man got in beside her.
'I cant wait to see your place' she said seductively and reaching out to touch his shoulder. The man glanced at her. Awkwardly for the first time. Then shaking his head.
Have re-edited a story i wrote a few years back. Character was a fictional one, physically based on my real-life Mrs.
Black Alley – A Slut wife's Revenge Tale
By Kyng Kooba – monsterp1@yahoo.co.uk Yahoo messenger:monsterp1
'That Bastard!....How...How dare he..'. Standing in front of the bedroom mirror Kathy tried not to let the tears start again. She had been crying all afternoon and was determined that those would be the last she shed for her cheating hubby Paul. For a moment she felt herself begin to well-up, before forcing her emotions back down, drying her eyes and re-applying mascara with careful precision. If anything, Kathy's vulnerability made her even more attractive, although tonight was no time for a show of weakness. Squeezing her ample cleavage into a very short and extremely revealing cocktail dress the 32 year old, married brunette was certainly fitting of the title 'cock magnet'. She had spent the biggest part of the afternoon getting ready for her big night out. A night that she would never forget. She hadn't done anything like THIS before. Indeed Kathy's hands where trembling as she lit a cigarette and let the events of the last 24 hours run through her mind. Folding her arms the wedding photo on the dresser caught her eye. Paul. The no-good husband she was going to get back at.
The cigarette made her feel better. Calmer, though her steely resolve remained. Without a word she took the photo and lay it face down. They had never had kids. Maybe it would have been better if they had. Provided some support maybe? After correcting her makeup one more time Kathy took a last stand in the mirror. Somehow the face of Paul's younger, teenage mistress came back at her. Blue eyes and long blonde hair. An 18 year old body that was tight and slim. Kathy too looked after her figure. Her legs were long and her thighs rounded and beautifully shaped. Extremely smooth to the touch with breasts that remained as eye-catching and firm as ever. Her round, flat nipples slightly showing slightly through the thin dress. Certain to attract all the wrong attention. She couldn't go out like this could she? What if anyone she knew saw her? No, Paul was going to pay.
The horn of the taxi broke her momentary daze and with a deep breath Kathy collected her coat and went downstairs. She was ready. Leaving the lights in the hall on she cast a last, lonely look into the house and shut the door behind her. Outside it was freezing. The biting cold blowing right through her coat and meeting her skin full on. Kathy stumbled back, shivering, gritting her teeth and making for the taxi.
'Where too lady?' the driver asked as she got in. He was an Indian man of mid forties. Moving the rear view mirror until it gave him a satisfactory view of his fare. Kathy pushed back her hair and looked up. The drivers driver's eyes where smug and liked what they saw.
'Just into town'.
As they drove she thought of her husband and his new *****. It just didn't seem right and feeling the guilt Kathy took her mobile from her handbag and checked for messages. There were none. Why would there be? Clearly her husband didn't care what she did. If he could fuck around then so could she! She only hoped she was as good at cheating. Clearing her head Kathy held back the tears once more, choosing instead to follow the young people through the dirty cab window. Dressed up in their finest as they made their way into town. She knew it wouldn't be hard for her. A good looking woman always got what she wanted in this town. Particularly one with her tits on full show and a wedding ring on her finger. The drivers, smug eyes remained fixed on her cleavage. Clearly he felt he could look where he wanted. Putting her phone away Kathy checked once again the £500 she had taken from the safe. The crisp excessive notes stashed in her purse. It was time to get started.
The sound of town at night was something Kathy was unused too. Paul didn't take her out as often as he used too. Then he had a new plaything. After paying the driver she huddled her coat around her body. It was still early for the clubs and pubs to be in full swing. Thankfully few had queues and crossing the road she headed towards the nearest and most safe looking. Pounding throbs of music coming from within. She remembered her teenage days when she and friends used to go out together. Happy, carefree, dancing around their handbags. Rain was falling lightly in a faint drizzle and Kathy was glad to get under cover. The doormen both grinned as she approached, her high heels tap-tapping on the pavement. Flashing a curt smile they opened the door and in she went.
A short time later Kathy was sitting by a polished wooden table at the rear of a lively bar. Her fourth Bacardi and Coke stood in front of her and she was feeling comfortable with herself. In fact, she was enjoying being there. The dance music became oddly soothing over time as the alcohol mixed in her body. Reminding her again of how long it had been since Paul had taken her out anywhere. How could she have become so out of touch? Looking around she was one of the only single people there. A group of women, probably an office party where having a celebration of some kind. Girls dressed in skimpy clothes and enjoying the attention being lavished on them by a horny eyed group of young, late teenage men. Kathy lit a cigarette, wondering if her husband had any hint what she was planning. Probably not and deep down she wondered if even now, she would be able to go through with it. If she was going to do this she needed to act and began wishing she had sat at the bar. A shriek from the office party made her jump. Her heart pounding. She had to act. She had to.
With a deep breath Kathy checked her watch and slid off her coat. Feeling ******* but pleasurably so as she folded it beside her. It was quite exciting to be dressed in public like a *****. Almost immediately one of the young men noticed and pointed her out to his friends. Kathy looked away, feeling like a piece of meat but enjoying the sudden attention as the fingers jabbed and the eyes leered. As she reached for her drink her hand was trembling again. Nervously she re-crossed her legs, closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was not wearing any underwear and that alone reminded her of what her mother used to warn about certain types of women. The attention from the young men grew. Mainly because it was clear this single, lone female was seemingly eager to show off her body. The first to make eye contact was in his early 20's. Standing out from the rest of his group. Well built. Muscular and wearing a tight shirt that showed it off. Kathy liked that. Confidence. He was full of it, even letting his eyes drop willingly to her cleavage. Letting her know just how interested he was. If only Paul could see her now. She smiled as his eyes fell again. A sudden wave of satisfaction in that she still easily pull a young stud.
Eventually the young man came walking over. Egged on by his friends.
'Can I buy you a drink' he asked Kathy.
'Sure, if you think you have a chance'.
'I'm sure I do' the man said. Letting his eyes drop down to her cleavage. Young men of his age were always so direct and forward. It reminded Kathy of her teenage years and his reply sent a ripple though her body. Nerves seeming to evaporate as her cold determination took over. She would make Paul pay all right. There was no doubt about it and if the confident young man kept this up she would be sucking his dick in no time.
Kathy flirted as best she could. A little drunkenly as the man sat beside her. She wasn't used to the drink and he took every opportunity to look down her dress and beneath the table to her legs at regular intervals. Soon the young lad, whose name was Mark asked her to join his friends at the bigger table. Laughing and eager to go along Kathy agreed. She wanted to be one of the crowd. Her legs wobbled as she stood, laughing and spilling her drink as Mark led her over. Horny, intoxicated looks from the group. All eyeing the very short dress as the sexy woman in front of them crossed her long legs and downed another B&C. In no time Kathy was asked for a kiss. She agreed. Pleased as the man assuredly put a hand on her neat waist and delivered it with style. Another followed. More urgent. Almost without knowing Kathy was kissing him hard. Her arms around his neck.
'You have a place near here?' he whispered under the noise of the bar.
'Wouldn't you rather take me home with you tonight' she replied. Suddenly worried about Paul coming home and disturbing them. She couldn't be sure he would stay away all night. 'I promise it'll be worth your while'. As if to pressure him Kathy began discreetly rubbing her hand against the bulge in the young mans trousers.
It was raining harder by then. The bar had closed and people where drifting home. Once outside he was all over her. Though by now our heroine was well in the mood. Kathy turned discreetly away from the crowd of people leaving. She stood with her hands on her hips. Smiling as she let him fondle her tits through her dress. He'd deserved it. His car was across the road. She felt a surge of satisfaction and surprise as he led her to the Porsche.
'It's almost new' he said. Seeing how impressed she was with the sportscar. With a smile, Kathy slid into the leather seat. Crossing her smooth legs as the man got in beside her.
'I cant wait to see your place' she said seductively and reaching out to touch his shoulder. The man glanced at her. Awkwardly for the first time. Then shaking his head.