Revenga: It Takes One Night

"The brightest star can be eclipsed by the darkest night."

Sometimes life surprises us in ways we never expected, showing us sides of people we thought we knew but never imagined. What should have been a joyful moment of love and unity instead becomes filled with betrayal. The hurt lingers in the air, and what we believed to be true falls apart. In those moments, trust feels fragile, and the person we thought we were closest to becomes someone we no longer recognize.

I came home early that day, eager to surprise her. It was our first anniversary. I had planned everything just right. In one hand, I was holding a bouquet of exquisite tuberose, her favourite flowers, their sweet scent filling the hallway. On the other hand, I clutched a small velvet box containing a diamond necklace, a special gift to show how much she meant to me. I imagined her smiling and the way her eyes would sparkle when she saw it. But as I got closer to our bedroom, I heard soft moans that shattered my happy thoughts.

It shocked me to the core. I walked to the door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like my ribs might crack. A tightness gripped my throat as I struggled to process what was happening. I couldn’t believe that my wife—the woman I had shared so many intimate and beautiful moments with—was in our bed, moaning and moving with someone else.

I slowly opened the door, my stomach in knots. Her back was to me as she sat on top of him, completely naked. What! Her art assistant? She was moving on him like she had done this countless times before, every movement smooth and intimate. The sight hit me like a punch, burning me with rage.

He was someone I had never thought twice about, someone like a younger brother to her, not this. My chest tightened, my mind racing. Watching her, it felt like everything I knew had been ripped away in an instant.

“He is just pathetic. Working late while I've been screwing his wife in their bed since the first month” he scoffed. “There, there, hold your ego,” she said in a husky tone. “You’re definitely better than him, but— Ahhh!” Her words were cut off as he grabbed her hips and started pounding her harder, making her gasp and moan in pleasure.

I could feel my whole body tighten with anger, my skin heating up like I was about to burst. But then….. I realised it wasn't just anger. It was something darker—pure wrath, mixed with lust. I stepped into the room quietly and hid by the cupboard, watching her ride him.

She was moaning loudly and rocking her hips back and forth. "Oh fuck! Fuck me harder! You fuck me so well, unlike some who look at me so shyly!" And I was trying to cool my head, devising how to take revenge, she was still there relishing the pleasure which, by the way, I made her last normal one.

"Fuck me harder! Let's not focus on him!" She yelled again. "You want me to fuck you harder? On your wedding anniversary! You’re so evil!" He snickered. "Yes! That's it!" She said breathlessly. He grabbed her hips and started to pound her hard. Her ass moved up and down as he fucked her. "Your pussy is so tight, you're going to make me cum." He said. "Don't stop! I'm almost there!" She cried. I watched his balls bouncing against her ass as he pounded her. He reached for her tits again and squeezed them.

"Oh yes! That's it, harder, squeeze those titties." He groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" He shouted. "Cum inside me!" She screamed. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He grunted as he filled her with his hot cum. "Mmmm... "

They rested for a while."Are you sure he will not come by sooner?" he asked after a moment of silence. "No. We still have 3 hours. You can't get away." She smiled at him. "Okay. I am going to take a bath. Wait for me for 10 minutes or prepare your cream for my dinner." He was left in a daze and then  they stole some naughty grins from each other. I found myself grappling with destructive thoughts, a relentless race within my mind. What should I do... what should I do... Then, I noticed a mirror placed at a safe distance. It triggered memories of the countless compliments I’d received about my charming looks and enduring sex appeal, dating back to my college boxing days. Back then, I was the star of the ring, strutting in bare-chested, drawing the attention of both girls and boys who would fan-girl over me. Even those who claimed to be uninterested couldn’t help but admire my charisma.

Sigh! The cruel wheel of time! Now that body has gone. I had gained a bit more fat than I used to, so my lean muscles weren’t as defined. But I still had faint scars from old jab bruises in my time of the ring.