Fucking for revenge

“Can it. I don’t want to hear it. Don’t bother getting your ass home either. Just don’t bother. Find another place to stay now.”

At this point Corey, the manager of the office, comes on over. “Sandy, I can understand you being angry. Why don’t you come into my office for a little bit? It must be hard for you, please?”

“At least there’s somebody here who can think. Lead the way.” and Corey led her by her elbow and walked her away from Dave.

Closing the door, Dave sat her down and got her a glass of water. “Would you like to tell me about it? I’m pretty good at listening.” He said it with a practiced smoothness, a smoothness that got him more pussy than he could remember.

“That fucking idiot stays out late on Friday and on Sunday morning I get pictures of him fucking a couple of whores. Well, at least I think they were whores. The money was on the table and our checking account was down a thousand from Friday. He went through a bottle of whiskey. Doing shots right and left. I could just scream. I want to punish that bastard, I want to humiliate that prick, I want to make him feel little, like he is making me feel.” She pauses then says “I want a revenge fuck.”