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  The Complete Hotwife's Revenge! Part 1: Betrayed By Her Fiance!

  Also by Raven Merlot: Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother

  Also by Raven Merlot: My Husband My Cuckold

  About Raven Merlot

  A Hotwife's Revenge!

  Part 1: Betrayed By Her Fiance!

  By Raven Merlot

  Chapter 1

  Julie

  "You look absolutely stunning!" my sister shrieked when I stepped out of the dressing room. Kim jumped to her feet and ran my way, her ginger locks flying in the air like fire as she dashed towards me. In a split second, she had her arms wrapped around me, then held me at arm’s length to examine my dress. She gave an approving nod.

  "I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it." I announced, worming myself out of Kim's arms and stepped in front of the mirror. The lace gown had a mermaid skirt, with pearls and crystals decorating the princess bodice. In all aspects of a wedding dress, this one was perfect. I had felt guilty not showing Kim the dress before I bought it. In all honesty, it was in the spur of the moment. It was the day after Wade had proposed and I just quickly stepped into the boutique to get an idea. I fell in love with the dress instantly and knew if I gave myself the chance I would reconsider the price tag. Seeing the tears in my sister's eyes as she peered over my shoulder to get a look in the full-length mirror, I knew I made the right choice waiting until my final dress fitting before I showed her.

  "Dad is going to cry so bad. Oh my God, I am going to cry so bad." She wiped her tears away. "You ass, why do you have to be so gorgeous?"

  "You're being dramatic." I rolled my eyes.

  "You're marrying the son of a millionaire. I'm obviously not the only one who thinks you're stunning."

  "Maybe he likes me for my personality."

  "Trust me, no one likes you for your personality." I whacked her arm and she erupted in a fit of laughter. "I'm kidding. You're as beautiful inside as you are outside. Happy?"

  "Ecstatic." I grinned just when the seamstress emerged from a little office hidden behind a rail of gowns.

  The boutique was small. I would even go as far as saying it was stuffy, but it had the sort of feel to it I imagined my mother would've liked. It was a diamond in the rough, with its wooden panels and metal rails that cluttered every wall. Yes. I decided that my mother would have loved this place very much.

  The next half an hour passed in silence. The tailor had prodded and stuffed multiple needles into the dress, mumbling inaudibly with a tape measure in her mouth. Kim and I had settled into a comforting silence. I knew we were thinking about the same thing, missing the same person. It had been years since lung cancer had claimed my mother, but it was tragic not having her sit next to my sister, watching me with teary eyes. Kim, I knew, was mentally cursing every god in existence. She always said she never understood how Mom could die in such a terrible way. Our mother never picked up a cigarette in her life. It was a cruel irony.

  "All righty," Jane the seamstress said with a forced chirpiness in her voice. "I'm pretty sure the dress won't fit any more perfectly even if it was molded around you. You can go ahead and change. Just leave the dress in the dressing room. I'll steam it and have it delivered to you well in time for the wedding." Jane was already shooing me into the crammed cubicle she called a dressing room and pulling the curtain closed behind me. Well, I did only pay for the dress and not a friendly face.

  We met my father after the fitting at a cafe between the high school where I worked and the art gallery Kim's childhood rival ran. My father sat in the aisle seat, his hulking form taking up most of the aisle. We had asked him to switch seats with us, but he refused, claiming he had to "keep his girls safe." I didn't know how much he would've been able to do if a robber smashed the floor-to-ceiling window Kim and I sat by.

  My father was a bodybuilder in his youth and had kept up appearances through the years. He may have had the body of a thirty-year-old, but his salt and pepper hair gave away his age. Neither Kim nor I had inherited his shadowy, stick straight hair, instead we took after our mother. Fiery red curls which were impossible to tame. Where I opted to cut it into a stylish bob, Kim wore her locks with the pride of a lioness. Her hair was long and hung to her waist. I sometimes wished I had the confidence she had. She basically emitted pride from her chocolate eyes. I usually hid Mom's crystal blue eyes behind my hair or shades. It was painful looking at them sometimes. I avoided it whenever possible.

  Kim sipped her chocolate milkshake. She was at home for spring break. I had planned the wedding so she would be with me. Helping me and making the stressful task of planning an entire wedding single-handedly just a tiny bit easier. She did special effects make-up tutorials on YouTube and had managed to pay for the entire year of drama school with her earnings. The world was going to be her oyster one day.

  "You should see the dress, Dad," Kim said. I took another sip of my cappuccino. "Julie looks like a supermodel. Everyone's going to freak out."

  "Is that so?" My father nudged me with his elbow. "Is it going to be the cause of some grandkids?"

  "Dad!" I said, horrified. Kim was choking on her milkshake, trying not to laugh.

  "I'm just saying I'm not getting any younger and this one doesn't even look at boys." He pointed to Kim.

  "That's because I'm not interested in boys. I want a man. Like that hunk of yours, Jules.” She sighed dreamily. "They don't make them like that anymore."

  "You'll get lucky too, someday." I shrugged. "Maybe if you stopped drooling over my fiancé."

  "Every woman in the city drools over him."

  I grinned. "Yes, but you know he's all mine."

  Chapter 2

  Wade

  My heart beat in rhythm with every thrust, my breath hitching at every moan that escaped her lips. I had her splayed out beneath me. A raven haired beauty with the curves of an hourglass. I thrust into her harder and her back arched up to me, putting her luscious breasts on full display. Her over-sized sleigh bed made little-to-no noise as I pounded into her again and again. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and flicking her clitoris the way I knew drove her mad.

  Winona squealed when I lowered my mouth to her nipple, sucking on it and servicing the other with my free hand. I tasted sweat on her. She wasn't used to this anymore. Wasn't used to the stamina I had, the skill I possessed with her body. Her husband didn't please her anymore. Sure, once upon a time he may have had something good, but he was no match for me anymore.

  I nipped at her puckered nub and she convulsed underneath me, moaning my name until it was the only sound that filled her entire house. Wade, Wade, Wade, Wade, Wade. Pushing her over the edge was easy. A gentle flick of my tongue and she was cumming. Writhing as she rode her wave of ecstasy. I fucked her through it, her vaginal walls clenching around my rock hard cock.

  Slowly, I pulled out of her, admiring her wet pleasure hole. "I did that," I praised myself with a smirk.

  "What?" she breathed, her arms still splayed over her head and her legs parted wide.

  "Shh," I cooed, turning her over onto her stomach. I grabbed a stack of pillows and stuffed them under her pelvis, her ass now elevated and on display. My cock throbbed at the
sight.

  When I pushed into her pussy again, she immediately clenched around me. With a groan, I pushed through her tightness, my hands on her hips as I watched my cock being devoured. I wasted no time then. My nails dug into her tanned skin as I rammed into her again and again. She moaned like a porn star. I wasn't sure if it was for the show or an actual moan, but it did what it was meant to do. My core spiked in a pleasurable spark and I thrust into her one last time, shooting my load inside her. My grip on her hips stayed firm as I came down.

  I watched my cum leak out of her as I pulled out. She knew I liked to watch so she stayed put. I wiped my cock on her underwear and threw the ripped fabric at her.

  "I'm going home," I announced and pulled on my briefs and tailored pants.

  "Won't you stay? My husband won't be home until after four and the kids have after-school activities. I'm sure we can think of something to do between now and then." Winona did her best to look alluring as she stretched out on the silk covers. I groaned. It was tempting.

  "I can't. Julie’s taken the week off work to finalize the wedding plans. She'll be expecting me home soon." I sighed. Such an effort for one silly day. It was ridiculous to think of the time and effort that went into weddings every hour of every day in the world. Such plans for a mere contract.

  "Besides, don't you remember the last time you thought Amy had soccer practice? She's in Julie's class, you know." I shuddered to think what Julie would have done if Winona's kid had told her she found her fiancé in bed with her mother. It was a small mercy that she had no idea who I was.

  "Why are you getting married if you don't love the girl?"

  "Oh, I love her," I said in all honesty, buttoning up my shirt and grabbing the rest of my clothing. I would get dressed in the car. If I spent one moment longer in the same room as that intoxicating cougar, I might have reconsidered her offer. "And quite frankly it's none of your business."

  "Fair enough." She nodded, feigning nonchalance. "Same time tomorrow?"

  "Same time tomorrow," I confirmed.

  Chapter 3

  Julie

  Wade had lost all traces of boyhood when he graduated college. He still had the boyish charm and the cheeky grin, but he had shed the teen body and now possessed the one of a man. From my seat by the bay window, I watched him pull into the driveway and slip out of his shiny Jeep. I had taken a liking in the little bench by the window ages ago, but in that moment it has never been better. I took in the clean shaven square of his jaw. He was on his phone, and I tried to tune into the conversation. It was no use, but I could still hear his deep muffled voice. Wade smiled with ease at something and made a fluid movement with his arm to exaggerate his buoyant speech. He had that ethereal look about him. Like at any moment he would grow wings and fly into the heavens. I knew better than to let the golden blonde hair and emerald eyes fool me. He was no angel, but he fooled every woman who looked his way. He had fooled me and I have stayed his fool for three years. I was still his fool. Still hopelessly in love with him.

  When the door clicked open, I didn't bother moving from my seat. I was still admiring the view after all.

  "I'm home!" he announced into the distance, loosening his tie ever so slightly. He hadn't seen me then.

  "Welcome," I said coolly, grinning like the Cheshire cat when he jumped away from my voice.

  "Fucking hell, Jules!" He covered his heart with his one hand, pointing a finger at me with the other. "What are you doing lurking around like that?"

  "My mom used to say only guilty people get frights," I purred, untangling my limbs and stretching like a cat after a long nap.

  "Your mom also told you never to trust a man who can cook. He's bound to be evil," he countered and sauntered towards me.

  "Yes, and here you are, the devil incarnate with a knack for cuisine." His hearty chuckle made my insides turn to Jell-O.

  He kissed my forehead and sank onto the leather couch opposite me. I wasted no time getting off my sun-baked throne and climbing onto his lap instead.

  "What do you want for dinner?" I asked, pushing a hand through his thick hair.

  "Well, after seeing you in nothing but my sweatshirt and your hair all messy in that silly bun, I'd settle for you." Wade smirked at me. Oh, that smirk.

  "Me?" I asked coyly. "Are we playing Silence of the Lambs tonight, Mister Lector?"

  "Not quite, Clarice. But I am going to fuck you until the lambs stop screaming."

  "That shouldn't have sounded as good as it did." I giggled and Wade grabbed me around the waist, turning me around so I lay on the couch, him between my legs.

  "I want to see you get off."

  "What?"

  "Touch yourself," he urged. When he saw I made no move, he sat back, keeping my legs spread and displaying my lace thong to him. "Touch yourself," he repeated, a hint of authority lacing his words.

  I didn't take my eyes off him as I ran my fingers over my bare stomach that the hitched up sweatshirt now exposed. It left my nerve endings tingling and having his eyes locked on me made my heart race and set my core on fire. I started to rub myself over the lace. The activity was on full display to him and he licked his lips. His hands were warm on my knees as he spread my legs wider and he grinned at the sight of my shaved pussy shining through the lace.

  His reaction made me bolder and I slipped my fingers underneath my thong to stroke my soaking clit. I slid my fingers over the dripping wetness between my thighs and fought back a gasp. Finally, I slipped a finger into my slit. "Another," he rasped and I slipped a second finger inside. When I slid a finger up to trace delicate circles on my distended clit, I whimpered and shallow shudders raked my body. My pussy was swollen and wanting now, and my breathing became more ragged. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

  "Look at me," he ordered, his voice jolting me out if my own little world. I did as I was told and reattached my gaze on his. Wade had taken off his jacket and tie, making me watch as he stripped himself of his white shirt. I took in the lines of his muscled abdomen, the curve of his biceps, and the V that led to his erection that strained against his pants.

  In a moment of spontaneity, I brought my soaking finger to my lips and sucked the juices from my hand, never breaking eye contact with him.

  That was all it took to unleash the beast Wade had been feeding with the sight of me pleasuring myself. In an instant, his belt was unbuckled and his cock was in his hand. Wade lunged forward, ripping my thong clean off me and tossed it to the floor. He held my hands to either side of my head and thrust into me. The beast was out of its cage and was starved. He pulled out and thrust easily into my tight, dripping snatch again. I clenched my muscles around his cock and he groaned. His mouth found mine in a forceful haste, his tongue prodded for mine, drinking me. He thrusted into me again, deeper and harder. I gasped into his mouth as he set a steady rhythm of long hard strokes.

  "Rub your clit," he commanded, letting go of one of my hands, keeping the other in his. Our fingers intertwined. My hand made its way down to my clit without me having to command it to do so. It moved to the sound of Wade's voice, to his commands. My fingers found my soaked clit and rubbed it in rhythm with his thrusts into my pussy. Wade brought his lips to my ear and growled. "Yeah, that's it, Jules. Get yourself off while I fuck this hot little cunt of yours." His words sent me over the edge and I screamed and shuddered as I climaxed, hearing his groan as my vaginal muscles contracted around his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck, yes. I love it when you milk my dick with that delicious pussy you have."

  His breathing became erratic and his thrusts grew more demanding. He was up on his knees so he could pound into me harder. He was almost withdrawing completely, then forcing his thick cock back into me, making me feel every inch of him. Somehow he captured both my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above my head while his other found my throat. He didn't apply pressure, just caressed my tender skin with his thumb, as if planning a love bite to mark me as his own.

  He thrust into me with suc
h force, I cried out. Wade let out a shuddering breath as he came inside me, filling me to the brim with his cum. The air was filled with his animalistic groan of ecstasy.

  Wade remained inside of me for a while. We both kept silent, nothing but our haggard breathing filling the void our voices had left. Wade finally lifted his head and kissed me with more passion than I had felt in years. We rolled off the couch and onto the floor, kissing all the way down. And then the oddest aroma filled my nostrils. A lingering scent my libido had hidden from me. His usual musky scent, sweat and sex and something else. I knew the smell all too well. It was the perfume I hated more than anything.

  Chanel No. 5.

  Chapter 4

  Julie

  I sat in Kim's car outside the Darwin Building. I've watched enough movies not use my own car. Kim's Polo fit right into the city, and parked across the street from my fiancé’s office building, it looked like just another car in just another street. For a minute or two, I felt silly sitting here. What was I expecting? Wade to walk out with his secretary in a lip lock? No, I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I needed something, anything to explain the perfume. If I was honest with myself I would have said I suspected for a while but never brought myself as far as believing it. But I wasn't being honest with myself and I needed something to hold on to. We were getting married in three days. Surely, if Wade wasn't happy he'd have called off the wedding by now. But he didn't. Wade, to my disbelief, seemed genuinely excited. I should have known better than to trust a lawyer.

  It took a lot more convincing than I had anticipated to get Kim's car for the day. I had to settle for "my car is getting a valet" before parking my Audi in the garage and covering it with a canvas sail. Kim replied with, "Rich bitch," and dropped her Polo off with Dad following close behind to pick her up. They didn't comment on my raggedy appearance, but I could see they were worried. I didn't miss the sceptical look they shot at each other. I wasn't bothered much. I had gone through enough mood swings for it to be considered almost normal.