Your high school bully and his wife

Your biggest bully in high school, Evan Johnson, could have come straight out of a movie. He was your typical muscle bound jock with a rich father. He had bullied you physcially and mentally. He had even made it one his goals to make sure that you never had a girlfriend in high school, and he had succeeded.

After you guys left school, you had continued his life of leisure. He got a job at his father's company and married his high school sweetheart, Alexis, the object of desire for the entire school.

You got his address off of social media and drove to his house with a feeling of excitement. Normally, a woman is safe from getting fucked when she is at home, unless her husband allows it. With your breeder's license in your pocket, those rules no longer apply to you. You take a deep breath and knock on the door.

After an agonizing couple of seconds the door opens up, and before you stands Evan. His curious expression quickly turns into one of cruel happiness. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the biggest loser from high school. What are you doing, selling vaccums door to door or something else pathetic?"

A wave of emotions wash over you. The unhappiness and shame of your high school years coming back in a flash, almost making you give up on your plan. Your practiced words choked away in your throat. Then you saw a female figure come into view. With her shoulder length blonde hair, model face, and shapely body, it had to be Alexis. "Who is that honey?"

"Nobody," Evan says, dismissively. "He was just leaving. He went to close the door.

You manage to get your foot in the door before he closes it completely. "Actually, I planned on staying for a while." Evan looks at you oddly. You had never fought back before. Acting fast, you whip out your brand new breeder's license and shove it in Evan's face. His eyes turn from anger into shock. He stands there, mouth open, while you push past him into his home.

Alexis hasn't noticed her Evan's stunned state. "Sorry for my husband's rudeness. My name is Alexis." You shake her outstretched hand.

"I know. We actually went to school together. I'm John. John Doe." Her head tilts quizzically.

"Are you sure? I don't remember a John Doe." Of course she wouldn't. Only the bullies at school ever took notice of you, not the pretty girls.

"Well I remember you and your asshole of a husband, and I'm here for a little payback." With that, you slap your license on the coffee table in their kitchen.

Alexis gasps. Evan finally shuts the door and sits down on the couch next to his wife. "This can't be real," he mutters.

"Oh it's real alright." For added proof, you pull out your huge, erect, and dripping cock. "So is this. And you're going to sit there and watch her take it."