Never underestimate a woman's love
The wrath of a woman
It wasn’t until the moon had finally risen, that Jeff made his way back into the dark living room, having sat outside, on the porch, waiting for this very moment to arrive. The constant clinking of the chimes outside the back door, notified him of the slight breeze that was picking up and coming in from the west.
He made his way to the other side of the house and, without switching on any lights, carefully lifted one slat of the venetian blind, and peered into the empty street. Nothing, except the tops of the trees lining the street, moved. In the distance he heard a dog bark momentarily ...and then nothing, except the chimes at his back door.
He waited, looking up and down the street ...a full ten minutes passing ...still nothing.
Jeff dropped the slat of the blind slowly into place and made his way tentatively, in the dark, to his bedroom. That too was in darkness. He felt around on the bed until his hand bumped into the small flashlight that he had put there earlier when he was busy packing the other items into a long canvas bag.
Turning the flashlight on, he stuck it in his mouth and unzipped the bag on his bed. Mentally checking off each item, he eventually closed the bag, took the flashlight out of his mouth and, screening the main beam with his hand, made his way into the bathroom.
The faint light of the half moon, reflecting off the swimming pools water, cast dancing patterns of light on the bathroom ceiling, enabling him to switch the torch off as he could clearly make out the items that he had placed, ready for him to use, on the vanity slab and the chair in the corner.
First he stripped off all of his clothing, taking time to fold it neatly to be placed on the washing basket. Once he was naked he tried to look at himself in the long mirror that ran the length of the one wall above the vanity slab.
“Not bad for fifty,” he said quietly to himself, admiring his body in the dim light, ...the body that had taken him eight months of painstaking hard work, hours of sweating and pushing weights in the gym, hours of honing the skills that he had learnt years prior in the military, ...but now he was ready. One last look at his flat, ripped stomach, his bulging biceps and his sculpted pectoral muscles, ...and it was time to get ready.
Jeff picked up the black combat trousers and stepped into them. Without doing up the buttons, he picked up the black shirt, cut from the same type of fabric, and pulled it over his head. Only once he had tucked the shirt into his combat trousers, did he do up all the buttons. After having sat down to put the black, canvas combat boots on, Jeff once again stood in front of the mirror to evaluate his appearance. He was almost content with the image that was reflected before him ...although there was one last item that needed attending to. Picking up the jar of black cammo-cream, he smeared a generous blob onto his one palm, and then with the other, took small helpings and dabed it all over his face, ears and neck. Once that was done, he smeared it into his skin, making sure to cover every piece of skin that was bared above his clothing; his face, his neck, ears, backs of his hands, ...until he could see no more of his pale skin, just a pink rim around the lids of his eyes. He even smeared it on his lips, until he tasted the bitter cream permeating his mouth.
“That should do it,” he again mumbled to himself, picking up the black balaclava, rolling the sides up and placing it on his head, taking one last look at his handiwork and then walking back into the bedroom, the beam of the flashlight again screened.
Picking up the canvas bag, he ineffectually looked around the dark room, not being able to see anything, but again just mentally going over the items list, for the umpteenth time, trying to rber if he had not forgotten anything, although the months of planning should have appeased those uncertainties.
Just before leaving the house, Jeff once again lifted the slat of the blind to check the street. Still nothing moved, except for the trees, several leaves skittering across the street from the breeze that seemed to have picked up a little since he last looked, the street light blinking at him as the branches waved sorrowfully in front of them.
“Time to get going,” he said to himself, lifting the cuff of his shirt to check the luminescent dial of his Tag watch.
With the long canvas bag slung over his shoulder, Jeff made his way to the already opened gate of his property. He peered down both ends of the street to make sure that it was empty, and still finding it deserted, made a dash for the big Saringa tree on the corner. He hoped that nobody was looking out of their window, but was doubtful that, even if they were, that anybody would recognise him as being the quiet, frumpish little accountant that always minded his own business.
Stealing glances up and down the street, he stepped out from behind the tree and walked briskly towards the house two blocks away, keeping close to the high perimeter hedges and walls along the pavement to lessen the likelihood of anyone seeing him.
By the time he got to the house he was heading towards, his adrenalin levels had risen considerably, his breathing shallow but quick. He leant up against the high wall and looked up and down the street once more, the tall tree on the pavement shielding him from the light of the street lamp. Jeff could feel the slight sheen of perspiration coating his brow, even though the air was cool and the night breeze wafted across his face.
Kneeling down, Jeff unzipped his bag and took out a half-meter-long crowbar. Wedging it between the toothed bar of the electrically driven sliding gate and the actual gate itself, he forced it down and bent the plate upwards. It was now off the gear of the gate motor and he could manually push the gate open, but he waited, ...watching and listening for any movement.
Another dog barked, but it was several houses down the street, and still he watched and listened, looking up and down the street, up the long driveway, listening for any sound of movement.
When he was eventually satisfied that he was alone, he slowly started opening the gate, fearful of any squeaks that it could make, and once there was enough room for him to squeeze through, he picked up his bag and gingerly made his way up the concreted driveway, trying to see through the darkness for any signs of habitat, feeling, rather than hearing, the deep base of the music emanating from within the dwelling.
Although he could see three motor vehicles parked alongside one another, he could barely make out their make and model, ...and then it happened! As he was approaching the vehicle furthest from the house, the floodlight on the garage entrance lit up, bathing almost the entire driveway in its white light. Jeff dived for the back of one of the vehicles, his elbow taking the brand of his dive, a sharp pain shooting up his arm as it connected with the concrete. He winced, pulling his bag closer to him into the shadow cast by the vehicle, and waited. It was a full three minutes that Jeff sat huddled up against the bumper of the vehicle, waiting for a shouted challenge, but nothing came. While the light was on, he looked around him at the vehicles.
“Yes.” He thought to himself, “she’s here!”
The light then went off.
“It’s obviously one of those lights on a motion detector,” he thought to himself, lying down on his stomach to look underneath the one vehicle, through to the garage entrance. He was trying to see if he could spot in which direction the detector was facing so that he could manoeuvre without triggering the light again.
Although he had brought it with him as a safety precaution, his intention was not to use the paintball gun unless absolutely necessary. Lying on his back, he took the gun from the bag, opened the hopper and poured the pepper-spray pellets out onto the driveway. Once he was satisfied that they were all out, he dug into his tunic pocket and pulled out a solid ruber slug. Dropping it into the hopper, he flicked the safety catch off.
Jeff then turned onto his stomach and painstakingly made his way to the side of the vehicle, furthest away from the detector. In one fluid movement he stood up, took careful aim, and as the light lit him and the surrounding area up, he pulled off the shot with a muffled whoosh of escaping gas.
The floodlight instantly went out as the slug hit it, showering glass in all directions and sounding to Jeff louder than it actually was, the glass seeming to tinkle down for ages as Jeff dived behind the vehicle once more, crawling over to where he had emptied the hopper of its pepper ammo, trying to retrieve and fill the hopper as quickly as he could, anticipating a challenge, ...but nothing came. The base from music never faltered and nobody came out to investigate, although the dog, several houses away had started barking again.
Jeff lay for several minutes, listening, watching, ...but the night was quiet. Just the methodical thumping of the base from the music inside was all that permeated the night air. Even the wind had died down to a few impromptu wafts now and again.
Slowly he came to his feet, the light now permanently extinguished, and slung the bag over his shoulder, his elbow hurting slightly from the previous impact with the concrete.
Although the front of the house was in darkness, Jeff could see the reflection of light against the boundary wall on the side of the house.
Bending down, he ran past the front of the house, passing the front entrance, the three windows on its right and then threw himself up against the wall at the corner of the house. He peered around the corner and saw that the garden in front of the lit window bathed in light. On his one hand and knees, he crept towards the window, his bag being held on his back with the other hand, the music becoming progressively louder as he got closer.
“Just stay calm,” he told himself as he got to within a few feet of the window, his breathing still shallow but far quicker, the adrenalin racing through his body, his muscles wound up like an elastic band, just waiting to spring into action.
Slipping the bag off his shoulder and gently placing it on the ground, Jeff crept up to the window and peered inside, knowing that anybody inside would not be able to see him in the darkness from within the well-lit room.
With just his head above the window ledge, Jeff could plainly see two men sitting at a counter, and although their backs were toward him, he knew the one. In fact he knew him all too well. The other he did not know, although he hoped that he would turn so that he could perhaps place him.
And then she appeared ...Jeff’s wife.
His stomach lurched for a second, but quickly subsided as he had known what to expect.
Anne was a beautiful woman, a woman sometimes referred to as one of leisure, which was as far from the truth as one could imagine as Anne was a hardworking woman, belonging to all sorts of clubs and charities, devoting a large portion of her time assisting in the rehabilitation of animals back into the wild that some had thought would become great pets, and, sometimes painfully, learnt that wild animals belong exactly there, ...in the wild!!
The grace in which she carried herself, the manner in which she spoke, coupled to her natural beauty, never failed to make Jeff’s heart fill with pride. Men idolised her, women envied her, but her quiet demeanour never faltered, even when provoked. She truly was a very charming lady.
Jeff watched as Anne seemed to drift behind the bar counter, smiling at the two men as they spoke, lightly touching the one’s hand as they laughed about something, her white teeth sparkling perfectly as her full lips separated in a broad smile, the little dimples at the corners of her mouth only accentuating her loveliness.
Jeff felt a twinge of jealousy as the unknown man covered Anne’s one hand with his own and she, in turn, placed her other hand on top of his. He watched as the two of them spoke, noticing the low-cut, halter-neck dress and how it displayed her ample cleavage, in fact half of her breasts were on display as the neckline ended just above her flat stomach. He felt another pang of jealousy flow through him as he watched her breasts moving under the fabric, knowing that any red-blooded male, given half a chance, would be lusting after her.
That emotion turned to anger as he saw Andrew, the one that he knew well, come into view behind the bar, and drape his arm over Anne’s shoulder, his hand inches from her breast.
Jeff started trbling, not from anger, but from the adrenalin that coursed through his body. He bent down and dragged his bag towards him, his knees shaking as he did so. In the light he held his hand up and saw that it was trbling.
“Get a hold on yourself,” he scolded himself, bending down to open the zipper of his bag, but as he did so, he saw Andrew’s hand touch Anne’s breast through her dress. He froze for a moment, watching as Andrew’s hand caressed her through the fabric, Anne turning to smile up at him as her nipples noticeably became hard under his touch. As Jeff watched, Andrew became more brazen and slipped his hand under the fabric, Anne allowing him and resting her head on his shoulder as he massaged her voluptuous breast, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.
Andrew then said something to Anne to which she nodded, moving away from him to allow him to undo the strap of her dress. Her magnificent breasts were revealed as the top of her dress cascaded onto her stomach, her nipples as hard as Jeff had ever seen them, her tan lines just above them.
Jeff felt a twinge of arousal as he saw her half naked, which was quickly replaced by a feeling of repulse as Andrew cupped her one heavy breast as he stood behind her, massaging it while his fingers tweaked the hardened nipple. The other man leaned over the bar counter and took hold of her other breast, also kneading it and flicking the nipple with his thumb. He then leaned right over and sucked her one nipple into his mouth, and although Jeff couldn’t quite see it, he could well imagine what was happening, judging by the look on Anne’s, as she loved her nipples sucked.
Anne’s head thrown back, the two men sucked and massaged her breasts as she squirmed in her passion, her one hand going below the counter to what looked like Andrew’s crotch.
Jeff shook himself back into the real world, his hand still on the zipper of his bag, having been totally mesmerised by the antics in the house. He unzipped it and rummaging around inside, felt what he was looking for and pulled it out.
Flipping open the screen, Jeff turned the camcorder on and focussed it on the subjects inside, zooming in until he felt he had them filling the screen.
Now instead of watching them through the window itself, Jeff watched the threesome on the camera as they cavorted with one another.
He watched as Anne made her way to the front of the counter, her breasts swinging as she walked, her dress still half on. Andrew followed her around as she approached the unidentified male and draped her arms over his shoulders, her breasts only inches from his face. The offer was obviously too inviting as his head leaned forward and he sucked her one distended nipple into his hungry mouth. Anne threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading onto Andrew as he grabed a handful of her sculpted ass cheek, working his hand down until it reached just below the hemline onto her naked leg.
Jeff felt himself becoming aroused watching Anne on the screen, it was almost surreal.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” He thought to himself as he watched the three of them, Anne holding the one man around his neck while he sucked on her nipples in turn, while Andrew had worked his hand up her leg and was fondling her below her dress.
Jeff’s penis twitched as Andrew undid the zipper on the side of Anne’s dress and let it fall to the floor, her body now only covered by a lacy pair of French knickers, her well defined legs spread slightly as Andrew’s hand disappeared between them from behind.
Jeff could tell that Anne was clearly enjoying the attention as her one hand slid from the man’s neck and slid to his lap, gripping his erection through his trousers, a massive bulge sticking out from her clenched fist.
Her legs parted further as Andrew’s hand found her moist mound, covered only by the sheer fabric of her underwear. Her hand started pumping the shaft in her fist as the man-with-no-name feverishly tried to unfasten his belt and then his pants. He stood up once he had undone the required fasteners and tried to get his pants off, but Anne was holding onto his bulge too tightly and seemed oblivious of his efforts as Andrew’s hand played between her thighs. It was only after taking her by the wrist that the man was able to loosen her grip and drop his pants, and no sooner had he done that than Anne grabed his penis again and started pumping the shaft with renewed gusto, her hand literally blurring up and down the shaft.
The man too was obviously enjoying the attention because he stepped back and fell back into his seat, Anne still not releasing her grip on the man’s very erect and big, I might add, cock.
As he sat down Anne, keeping her legs straight, leaned over and sucked his cock deep into her ravenous mouth, spreading her legs even wider giving Andrew better access of her pussy. Without even taking her knickers off, Andrew undid his zipper, pulled his cock out through the opening and, pulling her knickers aside, plunged his thick penis deep into her enflamed lust.
Above the sound of the music, and through the closed window, Jeff heard Anne cry out in a howl of ecstasy as his cock drove into her from behind.
Anne sucked and pumped the cock in her mouth faster as Andrew’s lunges became quicker; his hands holding her by the hips as she pushed herself back against him.
“Oh my God.” Jeff heard Anne cry out as her orgasm racked her quivering body, her free hand holding onto Andrew’s ass, forcing him inside her as her breasts swung above the seated man’s legs, her nipples brushing his thighs.
Andrew gave one last lunge and then, pulling his cock out, shot a stream of his cum onto Anne’s back, the second stream hitting her on the ass as she grabed hold of his shaft and pumped the last remaining semen out of his twitching cock.
“What the fuck?” Jeff said to himself as he watched Anne turn around, bend over, and suck Andrew’s wet cock into her mouth, moving backwards to position the other man’s cock at her wet entrance. His mouth hung open as he watched his wife lower herself onto the other man’s huge, stiff cock, guiding it expertly into her hot pussy, while she sucked at Andrew’s, slowly softening, penis.
She bounced in his lap as his huge cock savaged her soaked vagina, sometimes raising herself high enough so that it almost came out, only to sit heavily back into his lap, her cries of passion drowning out the music as his cock plunged into her depths.
Andrew held onto her bouncing breasts as she fucked the unnamed man, her fist still clenched around Andrew’s almost flaccid penis.
Jeff’s mouth was dry as he watched his wife cavorting with these two men, but as much as he thought of his distaste at having to watch his wife with these two men, his cock told him differently. It was as hard as it had ever been, ...in fact he was dying to release it from its tight constraint and take himself in hand. He actually couldn’t rber when last he had been so aroused.
“Fuck this.” He told himself as he turned to lean against the wall, his one hand undoing the buttons of his combat trousers, the other still holding the camcorder.
Taking his throbing cock out of his trousers, Jeff turned the camcorder on himself and started pumping his fist along the length of his aching shaft.
He only needed to stroke himself several times before he felt the unmistakable gush of his own orgasm surging from within. Jeff exploded in a stream of sticky fluid, his cock jerking as his hand pumped his shaft until the last of his seed had dribled out of him.
He quickly shot another glance through the window, just to make sure that they were still there and then turned the camera off. Folding away the screen he tucked it back into his bag and without zipping it up, slung it over his shoulder and started making his way back to the front of the house.
Not dropping his guard for a moment, he made his way back to the entrance and slunk out through the gate. Pulling the gate closed behind him he again took out the crowbar and, wedging it into place, bent the toothed bar back onto the cog of the motor.
He looked around, making sure that he hadn’t been seen and briskly walked back to his own home.
Once inside he felt a little better, safer to be exact, although the evening had left him drained, not only through the adrenalin surges, but also having watched his wife with other men. It was a first for him.
He walked into the bedroom and turned the light on. His appearance in the dressing table mirror was ridiculous, to say the least. Jeff burst out laughing. The black cammo-cream had disappeared in big blotches, obviously from perspiration, and had run down his face, leaving big, white streaks. He looked like a Zebra.
It wasn’t for a couple of hours before he heard Anne’s car coming up the driveway. By this time he had showered and washed off the ridiculous black cream, donned a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a golf shirt and poured himself a stiff whiskey.
“Did you get it?” asked Anne as he met her at the door.
“You bet I did.” He answered her, throwing his arms around her and hugging her close to him, feeling her wonderful breasts pressed up against him and again, for the second time tonight, feeling the pangs of lust and love coursing through his veins.
“I love you so much,” he whispered lovingly in her ear, “and after your shower I will show you what I filmed. I will pour you a whiskey while you shower.”
Anne smiled up at Jeff, the definitive look of love imprinted on her face.
By the time that Anne had cleaned herself up and thrown a dressing gown over her, Jeff had poured her a drink and set up the camcorder connected to the television screen.
“Here goes,” said Jeff as he switched on the camera and settled onto the couch next to his gorgeous wife.
They watched fixedly as the scenes became more and more arousing, Anne eventually taking hold of Jeff’s monster erection which had by now created a huge tent in his loose-fitting trousers, Jeff’s hand firmly implanted in her lap, his fingers delving between the folds of her, once again soaked, pussy lips.
“I’m going to cum.” Anne moaned as Jeff’s fingers rubed at her swollen clit, her legs splayed lewdly as she in turn pumped at his erect cock.
As Anne started to climax, Jeff couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated a stream of his own juice.
They stroked and fondled one another, feeling the other’s arousal ebing away as they watched the final scenes of the recorded evening.
“Oh my God but you are so hard.” Anne exclaimed as the vision of Jeff’s cock came into focus on the screen, Jeff not having adjusted the zoom after filming them inside, so the entire screen was filled by his cock.
“That looks so good,” Anne remarked, her hand still fondling his limp and very wet penis as she watched her husband masturbating after having filmed her being fucked by two other men.
And then they both burst out laughing as Jeff came, his sperm hitting the camera lens full force, blocking out any further coverage of his orgasm.
“Oh shit!! I didn’t know that happened.” Remarked Jeff as he unclipped the cover off the lens, huge globules of his semen still stuck to it.
“Well, ...if you think that’s sticky, wait until I tell that bastard about the footage we have, and what his wife, and his associates wife, may think of them fucking me, if he doesn’t come up with a better severance package for you.” Anne looked lovingly at her husband, took his hand and kissed it.
“I love you so much my darling.”
“I love you too,” answered Jeff as he too took her hand and gentle kissed it.
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