Forbidden Vengeance

Chapter 1: Unveiled Secrets and Simmering Revenge

I got off work early and decided to head home, expecting nothing more than a quiet evening. The half-hour drive was mundane, but as I pulled into the driveway, a strange sound floated down from upstairs. A low, rhythmic moan—a woman’s voice. My wife, Eda, was supposed to be at work. 'Probably just the TV,' I muttered to myself, climbing the stairs with a mix of curiosity and unease.

The closer I got, the clearer it became. Those weren’t TV moans. They were raw, primal, dripping with lust. My heart thudded as I realized the sound was coming from our bedroom. I nudged the door open, and the sight before me hit like a sucker punch. There was Eda, my fierce, untamed wife, riding some young guy—barely legal, probably one of her high school students. Her toned body glistened with sweat, her dark hair wild as she bounced on him, owning every second of it.

I stood frozen, hidden in the shadow of the doorway, watching as she commanded the scene. 'Harder, you little shit,' she growled, her voice sharp as a whip. 'You think you can keep up with me? Prove it.' The kid groaned, his hands gripping her hips, clearly out of his depth but desperate to please. 'I’m trying, Eda, fuck, you’re unreal,' he panted, his voice cracking under the pressure of her demands.

She smirked, leaning down to bite his earlobe. 'Less talking, more fucking. Make me feel it, or I’ll find someone who can.' Her words were a blade, cutting through the air, and damn if it didn’t make my blood boil—and not just from anger. There was something about her power, her unapologetic hunger, that had me rooted to the spot, torn between rage and a twisted kind of fascination.

They shifted, Eda flipping onto her back, her legs spread wide as she barked another order. 'Get down there. Taste me. Earn your keep.' The kid didn’t hesitate, diving between her thighs, and her moans grew louder, her hands fisting the sheets. 'That’s it, don’t stop until I say so,' she hissed, her body arching with every flick of his tongue. I could see her pussy, wet and glistening, and the way she owned him made my own cock twitch despite myself.

I could’ve stormed in right then, but I waited, letting the scene play out, my mind racing with what I’d do next. When Eda demanded more, her voice husky and dripping with need—'I want it everywhere, don’t hold back'—I knew things were about to get even messier. The kid looked nervous but eager, fumbling as he tried to meet her challenge, and her sharp laugh cut through the room. 'Come on, don’t tell me you’re scared now. I thought you had balls.'

That was my cue. I stepped in, the door creaking loud enough to shatter their little world. They froze, Eda’s eyes wide with shock, the kid’s face pale as a ghost. 'Don’t misunderstand? Explain this?' I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. Eda opened her mouth, but the kid stammered first. 'Please, don’t do anything! I’ll do whatever you want, just name it!'

I raised an eyebrow, a dark smirk curling my lips. 'Anything, huh? Fine. Grab your phone. Call your girlfriend, Betül. Tell her to get her ass over here. Now.' He didn’t even question it, hands shaking as he dialed. Eda’s gaze burned into me, a mix of defiance and uncertainty, but she didn’t say a word. She knew I was playing a game, and she wasn’t about to back down either.

Half an hour later, Betül arrived, her innocent face twisting with betrayal as she took in the scene—Eda and her boyfriend, still naked, tangled in guilt. I laid it out for her, cold and precise. 'They fucked around. Now it’s our turn. You’re in, or you’re out. But I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.' Her eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and vengeance, and she nodded, stepping closer. 'Let’s do this. Make him regret it.'

I didn’t waste a second, pulling her to me, my lips crashing against hers. She was fire under my touch, her body firm and ready, fueled by spite. As I stripped her down, revealing smooth, pale skin and those red-painted toes, I could feel the heat building, my cock already hard and aching. She glanced down, her breath hitching, a flicker of fear in her eyes. 'I—I don’t know if I can handle that,' she whispered, trembling.

Eda, ever the queen, stepped in, her voice smooth as silk. 'You can, sweetheart. Trust me, I’ll help you take it. Every inch.' Her words were a promise, and as I positioned myself, the room pulsed with tension, everyone’s eyes on us, waiting for the explosion about to unfold.