The neighbor's husband.

You realize that Mr. Cartwright is a bystander in this whole affair and putting him into it would only cause trouble for the man. You like Mr. Cartwright and don't want to cause any unwarranted grief. Still, despite Devin's argument, a divorce isn't enough to hurt your spouse. You know that man better than anyone and it is his pride that he values the most. The only way to bring him down is to hurt his manhood, and to do that you need to show the neighborhood that you are not his simple humble trophy wife. You are just as much a sexual beast as he can be. At least, that's the idea. The question is who out there can you show off your sexual prowess to? The shock of rejection was a humiliation that you don't intend to revisit soon.

You continue to watch your husband ramming his cock inside Leslie Chapman's slut pussy. She is so eager to please, it's no wonder she became a member of your man's adulterous sex harem. Who out there would be just as willing to give it to you like this? There is one other person getting cheated on in this video; Leslie Chapman's husband, Ernest. Ernest Chapman, unlike Devin Cartwright, has an axe to grind against your husband. This video should be enough fuel to bring your neighbor onto your side.

You transfer the file over to a flash drive and grab your keys. You're going to pay Mr. Chapman a visit.

Ernest Chapman is a successful man. He is the manager of a computing firm out in the tech side of town. He's so devoted to his work, it may be another reason his wife chose to stray. On your drive over, doubts begin to form about your plan. If he's too busy for his wife, why would he make any time for me? you wonder. You thought you had the goods when you offered yourself up to Mr. Cartwright, but he turned you down. You will need to up your game when you see Chapman.

You arrive at his office, a place you'd only been to when you were invited by Leslie to Ernest's Christmas party. Another excuse to get close to your husband of course. You wonder if Ernest even knows about this affair. You shake off your doubts as you greet the receptionist. She is a young blonde with a winning smile. She can't be long out of school, maybe an intern.

"Welcome, may I help you?" she asks.

"I'm here to see Mr. Chapman," you say.

"Do you have a meeting scheduled?"

"It's sort of a family emergency..." you say.

"Oh," the girl says with concern, "I'll let him know you are here... you are...?"

"Tell him Jane Doe is here to see him."

The receptionist nods and relays the information through the phone. After a brief talk she looks up and smiles to you. "Mr. Chapman will see you. He's in the third floor, room 316, it's the corner office."

You thank the girl and take the elevator. Inside, you notice your reflection. It is again the plain dark haired homely lady that was turned down. You sigh and step out when you hit the 3rd floor. There, you find the washroom and look in the mirror. You first wet your hair and slick it back, next you take out your makeup, something you always carry for emergencies but never used in the past year. Dolling yourself up, you are surprised by the results. The red lipstick, the dark eye shadow and light blush. You dare say you are looking sultry now...

Still, you are having trepidations about the encounter. The looming risk of failure hovers over you like a dark cloud. It is hard to breathe and you have the sudden urge to get out while you can. Get outside to the fresh air and take some time to think this over. You know that if you step outside you won't be able to bring yourself back in again, so you steel yourself. "You can do this, Jane" you assure yourself.

"Big meeting?"

You gasp and turn, realizing you're not alone. Beside you is a woman about your age with neatly coifed hair and a sharp gray power suit dress on.

"Uh.. yeah," you reply.

"I got a little tip for you...." she murmurs. You raise an eyebrow and she smirks. "Go in with no underwear."

"What?" you gasp in a hushed tone as if others hearing would get you into trouble.

"Yeah, gives you a rush of power knowing you're not wearing any in front of a group. They don't know, but you do and that's power!"

You give the notion a thought and look to the business woman to see if she is serious. She gives you a knowing nod and you decide Ah screw it, I'm going all in!

In front of the stranger, you reach behind and unclasp your bra. Reminded of your days in college, you manage to fumble them off without removing your top and lay the undergarment on the sink counter. You then hike up your dress and slide your thumbs under the cotton white panties you are wearing. You pull them down your legs and step out of them, holding them up with a nervous smile at the executive. She smiles back at you approvingly, saying, "Go get em, tiger!"

You take a deep breath, puff out your chest and nod back at your coach with confidence. You shove your underwear in the trash bin and march out to meet with Mr. Chapman.