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With only two weeks to go before our wedding I was
jilted, and I was furious. The wedding plans had all
been made, the church was ready, the invitations were
sent, gifts had begun to arrive, and reservations for
our honeymoon had been made.

The worst part about it was that it was my best friend.
Nick left me for Jean, my friend of many years. I was
humiliated. I couldn’t believe that I had practically
been left at the altar. He tried to soften the blow,
told me how sorry he was, that he hadn’t meant it to
happen, that he just go carried away, and told me that
he loved Jean. Admittedly she was very beautiful, much
more attractive then I was, but to have taken my fiance
from me, that I couldn’t forgive.

All the time she was helping me with wedding plans,
being my friend and confidante, she was seeing Nick
behind my back. Probably even sleeping with him! Day
and night I was obsessed with thoughts of revenge. My
friends told me to let it go, but I couldn’t. When some
one had injured me is some way, I never forgot. When I
had a grudge against someone it never went away.
Sometimes I did get even, but at other times I did not.
In this case it was my mission to make them pay for
what they had done to me.

They even had the nerve to invite me to their wedding.
My first instinct was to tell them to go to hell, but I
finally decided to go, to put on a brave front, to
pretend I didn’t care, even though I was seething
inside.

It was a huge wedding, and the bride looked radiant in
white. (I felt like I should have been wearing black)
Looking at her, seeing how smug she looked, I could
hardly contain my anger. Though I had to admit she was
gorgeous, tall and shapely with great breasts, a slim
waist, gorgeous rounded hips, and perfect long legs, so
it was no wonder that she had snared Nick; and behind
my back.

Nick was very wealthy, so that was an added incentive
for her to use all her wiles, to gradually insinuate
herself into his life, to plot against me, and to
finally arrive at the altar in my place. They were
going to pay!

How to get my revenge? I had to be patient, to bide my
time, to plot, to scheme, till in some way achieve my
goal. This was going to take time, but I was determined
to succeed, no matter how long it took. I planned to
wait till they were settled in their marriage, and to
gradually establish a relationship. It was a whole year
before I began to put a plan into action. In that time
I studied their habits, where they ate, where they
shopped, how they lived, where they vacationed.

I arranged what appeared to be a chance encounter with
Jean, running into her in a store.

I greeted her warmly, chatted with her and asked her to
join me for a cocktail. She was taken aback by my
friendliness, but agreed to go for a drink. We found a
lounge, and over drinks I made it clear that I had
forgiven them both, and had gotten on with my life. I
told her I was angry at first, but I had gotten over
it, and wanted to be friends again.

She was clearly stunned by this, for she knew I never
forgave anyone who wronged me.

She said, "I didn’t think you would ever forgive me."

I said, "I’ve mellowed, and it’s too hard on me
emotionally to carry a grudge, so I want to make up
with both of you."

At first she looked at me with disbelief, but I
continued to talk with her in the friendliest terms,
and she gradually relaxed and began to smile. We
enjoyed another drink together, and as we parted I
hugged her and said I hoped we could put this behind us
and become friends again. She was reassured that I
appeared to hold no ill will towards her.

I had to gain her confidence and the first step had
been taken.

The next move was to accidentally run into Nick, and
this I did, bumping into him as he left the office. I
said I had no hard feelings towards him, and also asked
him to have a drink, which we did. He said "Jean told
me about your meeting, and said how happy she was that
we parted friends again."

"I just want you both to be happy, and I have only good
wishes for the both of you." (This was a long way from
the truth.)

"We are very happy together, and I am so pleased that
you want to be friends."

We chatted for awhile about their life together, and I
talked about my life, and we parted with smiles, and a
promise to have me over in the near future.

Step one had been completed; and that was to establish
a friendly relation with both of them, and this had
gone off splendidly.

I had inherited substantial funds from my family in the
past year, and had purchased and furnished a lovely
house. I arranged a party in their honor and invited
some of my friends.

It was a huge success, and the happy couple was
effusive in their gratitude, promising to return the
favor soon.

A month later I was invited to a dinner party at their
home, so our relationship continued to improve. Soon I
had them to a small dinner party at my home, and our
friendship blossomed. I was so cordial to them that I
was almost nauseated, but I was carefully building a
trusting relationship.

Nick traveled a great deal on business, and I used
these opportunities to further bond with Jean, inviting
her to lunch, to plays and concerts, having her to
small dinner parties with my friends.

As I said, she was one gorgeous woman, and attracted a
lot of male attention, and she basks in their
admiration, and enjoyed some mild flirting. I
encouraged a couple of my male friends to pay a lot of
attention to her in the hopes that she might be
indiscreet, but she would not let things go to far.

Sometimes I had them as a couple, and more often
lately, when he was away, I invited Jean. A plan was
slowly forming- I noticed that she enjoyed her drinks,
and occasionally would get a little high, and at these
times I encouraged a couple of my friends to flirt with
her, which they did, but she always stopped them before
she got carried away.

Soon Jean accepted me as a trusted friend, and she
confided in me more and more. She discussed her
marriage, even revealing some intimate details of their
relationship. She said that they did not want children
the first year of their marriage, giving themselves
time to get used to each other. But now they wanted a
child, and had discontinued birth control practices.

She had even told me that she always ovulated on the
tenth of each month, and I thought that might be
something I could use. Also knowing she had a tendency
to flirt, even though she was careful not to let it get
out of hand, was going to be a plus.

I had gained her trust, and it was time to carry out my
plan; and that was to see that she was seduced and it
was recorded. It required careful planning, and I had
to enlist the aid of a couple of friends. I knew of at
least two or three that would love to get between her
legs, but how to make this happen?

I met with two friends and I told them what I had in
mind, that I wanted this woman laid and I wanted a
record of it on tape. They were enthusiastic, and I
knew I could trust them.

We had somehow to have her lose her inhibitions, and we
decided to try and get enough booze into her to
accomplish that, even if we had to spike her drinks, or
maybe add some drug to her drink. I wanted to do that
only as a last resort. One of the men, Tom, said he had
a connection that would provide rohypnol- the so called
date rape drug.

I suggested he get some, but we would use it only if
the drinks didn’t accomplish our purpose. Steve
suggested we add a third person in the plan, and the
person he had in mind was a handsome black man whom I
knew, and had been at our parties.

I thought, God! That would be great, having that stud
doing it to her, but I said, "the guys married."

"From what I know, that wouldn’t matter, because I
think his wife would go along with this; she is a
little kinky, and might enjoy seeing her husband
fucking this women- I‘ll talk to him." This was getting
better by the minute.

I knew their schedule, so I knew when Nick would be out
of town, so I carefully planned a party for that time,
which happened to occur over the tenth of next month. I
thought wow; this could be a real bonus! I was
delighted by the thoughts that she might both be
seduced and impregnated. I could hardly contain myself
as I planned the details of the upcoming party.

I called Jean and invited her to the party, and I was
thrilled that she would be able to come. The next step
was to notify my friends, and arrange for enough people
to have it be a party. Tom and Steve were great help,
and as expected they had brought our black friend Greg
into the picture, and both he and his wife were
enthusiastic.

Two of my very close women friends who had no love for
Jean were in on the planning; and they would be there
with their husbands. Tom had found a very good and very
discreet photographer, who agreed to participate. So
the guest list was small and had been chosen with care.
Everything was falling into place!

Finally the day arrived, and everything was ready.
Guests arrived, and soon the guest of honor made her
entrance. She looked gorgeous, a clinging white dress
outlining her beautiful figure. Introductions were made
to those she didn’t know, and soon drinks were flowing.
I had made up two punch bowls, one larger with a normal
amount of booze, and one smaller one with a lot more
alcohol carefully disguised with mix and juice. She was
served from this bowl.

I had a small dance floor, and soon some couples were
dancing. As arranged, Jean was asked to dance, and I
saw that her glass was never empty. Soon she was
laughing easily, and enjoying the dancing, her face
slightly flushed. The party was getting into high gear,
and her partners were holding her a little closer, even
caressing her slightly. She tried unsuccessfully to
keep some distance from her dancing partner; and it was
obvious that she was getting a little high, her face
even more flushed, giggling at times. The odds of
success were increasing.

During a break in the dancing, I talked with her, and
she said what a great party it was, her speech slurring
and she had trouble focusing. She said, "I think I had
enough to drink."

I said, "I’ll get you a drink of non alcoholic punch."
But instead I gave her more of the same.

It wasn’t long before she quite obviously was a little
drunk. She said "I think I have to lie down," and with
another woman we helped her to a bedroom that I had
especially prepared for this occasion, my other women
friend looking on. I fixed another special drink for
her; this one with plenty of booze carefully disguised
with a little sedative and urged her to drink it
saying, "This will help you feel better." She thanked
me and drank it down. If she only knew! Soon she was
obviously drunk. At this point there was no way that we
weren’t going to be successful. It was show time.

The very few people that weren’t aware of our plan were
gradually ushered out, leaving those who were in on the
plan, and were going to play a part.

The lights were dimmed, the photographer was in place,
and Carol and I rolled her on her side, unzipped her
dress to the waist, and started tugging her dress off.
She protested, but wasn’t able to resist as pulling
from both sides we finally removed her dress. She
protested again. I reassured her saying "we want to
make you comfortable." She looked very sexy lying there
in a satiny bra that did little to hide the swell of
her breasts with her nipples clearly seen. Below that
was a sheer lacy half slip through which you could see
the outline of her sheer panties.

We rolled her on her side and I unsnapped her bra,
releasing her breasts. They were medium sized and very
firm-a gasp of appreciation from our audience. With
Carol’s help we tugged her half slip up under her,
bunching it at her waist.

Looking at her exposed like that, gorgeously sexy, her
long beautiful legs encased in sheer nylons which were
attached to a satiny garter belt, sheer lacy panties
above her naked thighs, I smiled with delight. I had
waited a long time for this, and I was going to be
revenged. The men and women observing this were
enthralled.

The next step I wanted to do by myself, and that was to
remove her lacy panties, the last barrier to her sex. I
smiled as took hold of the waist-band of her panties,
and slowly pulled them from under her, sliding them
down over her naked thighs, over her nylon clad legs,
pulling them off along with her shoes. Then I spread
her legs some.

She looked incredibly sexy the way I had her displayed,
her slip bunched at her waist, her nylon clad legs
attached to her garter belt, spread enough to see her
cunt, outlined with bushy dark hair, beautifully
erotic. What a rush! She was stirring restlessly, I
think partially aware of what was going on but limp and
helpless.

Steve was to be first, and I had him strip. He had an
impressive erection as he gazed upon the prize that he
was preparing to mount. Carol and I bent her knees up
and spread her thighs, her cunt fully exposed, the lips
pink and gaping slightly. Then we stepped back as he
moved between her thighs, covering her, and directing
his thick cock to her vagina, and began to push firmly
against the moist lips, spreading them, pushing harder,
the lips opening more.

She was groaning now, and he pushed even more firmly,
and she cried out as the head of his cock penetrated
her, entering her, her cunt tightly gripping his cock.
He was really stretching her out, and as he continued
to press into her she was whimpering, and this soon
changed to groans as his cock gradually disappeared
into her. She was writhing, so he held her hips firmly
as with a final push he fully impaled her, Jean giving
a hoarse cry. All this was captured on film by our
intrepid photographer.

Her eyes were fully opened, but she seemed only
partially aware of what was happening as Steve began
thrusting into her, long slow stroking at first, then
fucking her more powerfully, Jean groaning
continuously, seeming to know that she was being
fucked, and very thoroughly by this stud.

He was nearing his climax, thrusting faster and more
powerfully into her stretched cunt, gripping her ass as
he groaned, spurting into her, emptying his cock I
never thought I could bring this off, and looking at my
enemy as he removed his softened cock, her legs spread,
her cunt gaping and wet, I was filled with joy.

Tom was next, and he eagerly moved between her spread
thighs, and began pushing into her open cunt. She
groaned again as he filled her, steadily stroking into
her, taking plenty of time. Her body was jerking to his
thrusts, and she was moaning continuously, her legs and
thighs lifting up. Finally he moved fully into her,
holding her, groaning as he filled her with his semen.
This was getting better and better, the audience
clearly turned on by this show.

Now it was Greg’s turn, and he approached this beauty
with a cock that was very thick and hard. He knelt
between her still spread legs and positioned his cock
at the entrance to her very moist and open cunt.

Holding her hips he began shoving into her, a loud cry
from her as he stretched her even further, the head of
his cock penetrating her, beginning to fill her,
pushing further into her till finally he impaled her
fully. It couldn’t get better than this, seeing this
black stud between her thighs, watching as he was
thrusting into her, hearing her cries, hearing her
moaning and whimpering as he punished her with his
cock.

She was responding to him, her thighs and legs lifted,
and her legs folding over him. He began thrusting
faster and more powerfully till finally he erupted into
her, filling her with his sperm.

She lay there flushed, semen draining from her cunt,
spread-eagled for the camera. Although she wasn’t fully
aware of her surroundings and the people involved, she
was aware that she had been thoroughly fucked. I
thought that would be the end of it, but the men had
other ideas, and they rolled her onto her stomach, and
lifted her, positioning her ass in the air, and each
had a second round with her, fucking her on her hands
and knees.

When the last one had finished with her, and the last
pictures taken, we covered her with blankets, shut off
the lights and closed the door. Everyone left and I
went to bed in the next room, so excited that I could
scarcely get to sleep. After all the waiting and all
the planning I was revenged.

I had seen my foe ravished by these studs, seen her
thoroughly fucked, and recorded on film. I was
overjoyed! And even better, there was a good chance
that she got pregnant by this little episode. With this
being her fertile time and with all the sperm that was
deposited in her there was an excellent chance, and
that would be a great bonus. When we left I made sure
that her thighs were pressed together, improving the
chances.

It was mid morning before she awakened. I heard her
call out and I went to her. She stood there covering
her nakedness with a sheet and said, "What happened to
me?"

I said, "I don’t know -- it was quite a party and I
must have passed out."

She had a hand between her legs, her eyes widening with
disbelief, and said, "Oh my god!" She was feeling her
wet cunt, the hair matted with semen. "Who did this to
me?"

I said, "I don’t know, but someone did it to me, but I
must have passed out. I know we got pretty drunk, and I
don’t remember much after that."

She began weeping, her hand still on her vagina saying,
"It must have been more than one, I’m so sore." She was
beginning to remember that she had been fucked. Her
eyes widened and she said, "Oh damn, I could get
pregnant -- this is my fertile time." And she began
crying again, sobbing, thinking or the predicament she
was in.

I sincerely hoped she was pregnant.

She said, "I’ve got to get a morning after pill."

I smiled, "I have one here that I can give you." I
returned with a harmless tablet which I popped into her
mouth, handing her a glass of water. She gratefully
swallowed it.

Looking very hung over, she started to dress, pulling
on her panties, noticing that semen had run down her
thighs to the tops of her stockings, dried now, a
memory of what transpired. As she finished dressing she
began crying again, and said, "Nick must never know
about this!"

"I’ll never say anything!" But I was going to make sure
that Nick would know about this, that he knows that his
beautiful bride was thoroughly fucked by a bunch of
studs. She left, still tearful.

Later that week I saw all the photographs, and they
were exquisite. They chronicled all the action in
detail, including close-ups. Seeing her legs spread
wide, and those cocks stretching her pussy wide open,
her facial grimaces as she was fucked were a delight to
me. I especially enjoyed the photos showing Greg’s huge
black cock filling her cunt, both when she was on her
back, and when she was on her hands and knees.

I was thrilled again remembering the scenes; her body
jerking to the thrusting of their cocks, her loud
cries, the grunting of those studs as they filled her
with their semen. It was incredibly erotic, seeing her
displayed with her slip bunched at her waist, her
stocking clad thighs spread as they worked on her,
listening to her groans. And then finally when they
finished with her, seeing her laying there spread-
eagled with semen running from her cunt, this I would
always remember.

Before I arranged for the photos to be sent to Nick, I
thought I would wait to hear from her about her period.
I was gleeful when she reported to me that she had
missed it. She said she had intercourse twice with her
husband, and that since she had taken the morning after
pill at my place, if she was pregnant, then it would be
Nick’s baby.

After another month and testing it was clear that she
was pregnant. I knew it was very unlikely that it was
Nick’s baby, since she was fertile and likely
inseminated at our little party, so I decided to wait
till she delivered.

The month’s passed slowly as she got bigger and bigger,
the happy couple eagerly looking forward to the blessed
event. I was at the hospital with Nick when she
delivered, and to the consternation of her husband and
the delivery room staff, a black baby was born. I was
delighted.

Their marriage unraveled, and Nick filed for divorce.
After the divorce, Jean moved away, having put the baby
up for adoption. I became close to Nick again, so who
knows what the future will bring.

Anyway, whatever happened, revenge was sweet!