Getting Ready

All told you are expecting 7 guests for this little party, as you set up the camera on the tripod you think about the past two months of planning. You had never felt as alive as you had as you had begun to put things into action.

The idea had been oh so simple really, as you had sat and thought about your husbands cheating ways the phone had rang. One of the men who worked under him by the name of Clark had been calling to ask where your husband was. You had told him you thought he should be at work, the sigh you heard told you that he had expected to hear that. As he started to hang up something had compelled you to keep him talking, hearing the anger in his voice had awoken something in you.

Your husband was not liked by his employees, the men saw him as an egotistical idiot who coasted on the work of others. The woman, at least those too proud to slide either set of lips over his cock, saw him as a sexist pig who only saw them as something to be fucked. The fact that he had broken up more than one marriage in the office only fed into the hatred. So it had been a surprisingly easy thing to find men who jumped at the chance to get even with him.

Indeed, as you had began to make phone calls and house visits, you found plenty among his so called friends who had scores to settle. From broken homes to unpaid debts and outright fraud and theft. Your husband had made so many enemies that you had had to turn more than a few men down when the numbers started to get out of hand.

With the camera finally set up and pointing at the bed you step into the bathroom. Letting your dressing gown fall to the floor you take your body in in the full length mirror.

At 32 you have to admit you are looking good, your shoulder length chestnut hair hangs in ringlets on your pale shoulders. Your breasts, still perky 34Bs, with light pink areola that boyfriends of the past had seemed to love to fondle and suck. Your hips flared ever so slightly, perfect for the child you had hoped to have. The only slight problem was the thick hair between your legs. Years of neglect in the bedroom had left you with no reason to even bother anymore.

However as you turn on the shower and pick up a razor you think about how that is about to change.