In the dimly lit room, she lay there, spread eagle on the bed, a sight so tempting it sent shivers down my spine. I had been planning this moment for months, meticulously plotting each move to get my revenge. My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached her, the anticipation of what was about to happen almost too much to bear.
I began by slowly undressing her, my fingers tracing every curve and crevice of her body until I reached the wet, swollen lips that lay between her thighs. Her pussy was glistening with desire, an irresistible invitation for me to plunge deep inside. With a devilish grin, I positioned myself over her, my cock throbbing against her soft skin.
I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight walls gripping my shaft as it slid in and out. Her moans echoed through the room, filling me with an insatiable hunger for more. As our bodies moved in tandem, I began to thrust harder, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke.
She arched her back, gripping the sheets tightly as she rode the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her clit was swollen and pulsating, beckoning me to take it into my mouth and show her what real pleasure felt like. I obeyed, sucking and licking until she reached a crescendo, screaming out in ecstasy as her juices flowed freely from between her legs.
Satisfied that she was thoroughly pleased, I moved on to the next phase of my plan. Her tits were ripe for the picking, so I pinned them down with my hands while I continued to pound away at her cunt. Each thrust was met with a gasp or a moan, making me even more eager to claim my victory.
As we reached our climax, I felt a surge of power flow through me, the knowledge that I had taken back control over this situation. She was mine, and she knew it. As I withdrew from her dripping pussy, I left behind a trail of cum that spilled onto the sheets, marking my territory for all to see.
In that moment, I realized that my revenge had been more than just physical; it was an artistic masterpiece. It was about taking back control and showing her that she could not deceive me or manipulate me ever again. The satisfaction of having caught a cheating wife was sweeter than any other orgasm I'd experienced before, and as I lay there beside her, spent but triumphant, I knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives - one where she would learn to never cross me again.