It was a Friday night, and I was sitting in a hotel bar that I was not too familiar with. The construction company that I worked for had sent me to this town to replace the local foreman who had been recently fired. While the hotel was quite nice, it had a tradesman’s reputation.

I had just finished my first drink when I noticed a woman standing at the entrance door. She wore a pink cashmere sweater over a short black skirt. The three-inch high heels and purse spoke volumes of kept money. She seemed to be surveying the room and its occupants. Her eyes settled on me, and she walked in and made a beeline straight to me. As she got to me, she took a seat directly next to me. Her body was well-toned and reeked of “trophy wife”.

Before any words could be exchanged, she ordered two drinks from the bartender—one for her and another for what I was drinking. As the bartender went about making the two drinks, she introduced herself as Matsen. It was obvious that she came from money. Her clothes were quite expensive, and the attention to her hair and nails was also not lost on me. It was the rock in her hand, though, that was the biggest giveaway. She stood about 5’6” and weighed about 110 pounds. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that rested on her shoulders.

Let me describe myself first. I stand 6’4” tall. I weigh 230 pounds of muscle that has been hardened by thirty years in the construction trades. At the moment, I was quite happily single.

As the bartender delivered our two drinks, Matsen took a deep draw of her drink. After steeling up her resolve, she turned towards me and said, “You are exactly what I need.”

Exasperated, I answered, “Excuse me?”

Haughtily, she says, “My husband cheated on me. You’re going to help me get revenge on him. I’ve got five hundred dollars to convince you to do just that.”

Now I’m no fool. My cock was enjoying the sight before me. It had also been a few weeks since I had had the time to enjoy some female company—her attitude, though, needed a little tweaking.

“What makes you think I’d be willing to help you do that? Just because you bought me a drink and offered me some money?” This utterly shocked her. Her jaw dropped, and she just stared at me.

So, I decided to continue, “I couldn't care less for your money. I might be interested if you agree to a couple of things. First, you’ll need plenty of proof. You can take as many pictures as you like. I guess that you’re here for revenge more as a status thing. So… I have my work boots, dirty jeans, flannel shirt, hard hat, and calloused hands. The thing that is going to kill your husband is me taking you bareback again and again. What you are going to offer me is your body for the entire weekend. That’s my terms. Agreed?”

With a shocked expression on her face, she started to say, “I had only planned one night…” when I cut her off. “Do you think he only cheated on you just once? You only caught him once! Finish your drink. We’re going up to my room now.”

Without waiting for a clear answer as to whether she had agreed to my terms, I stood and grabbed her wrist. I then spun her around towards the door and started walking.

We got to the elevator and I punched the button. “Last chance. Up for this or not?” She just nodded her head.

The elevator door opened and we stepped inside. I reminded her that she was the one responsible for exacting her revenge photographs. I hit the stop button as she got out her cell phone. I stood behind her while wrapping my arms around her, fully enveloping her breasts with my hands. At first, she looked back and gasped, then sank back into my arms and went with it. That was the last of her hesitancy.

As the elevator rose to my floor, I began to unbutton the sweater to expose more and more of her flesh. Each button would be documented. Just as we reached my floor, her lacy bra would be exposed, and my calloused hands could be seen grabbing it.

She documented her sweater on the floor at my feet in front of the elevator. The following picture was of her lacy bra on top of the sweater. I had a clear view of firm, C-shaped breasts before me. “Continue.” I watched as she slid the side zipper slowly down her skirt. It soon lay at her feet. This proper trophy wife stood naked before me outside the elevator, waiting for our next move. The wetness between her thighs was becoming evident. Her nipples were hard and pointing at me like pencil erasures. I took her phone and ensured that the moment of her public lewdness was captured.

She then filmed me walking towards her. Her husband would be able to see the man who would soon violate his bride, someone of a lesser station possessing her.

As I got to her, she handed me her camera, and she quickly scooped up her clothing. Quickly looking around, hoping to figure out which room was mine.

Once we got into the room, I pointed to the carpeting at my feet. A large smile crossed her face as she knelt and handed me the phone. I began to record her naked and on her knees.

The smile grew broader as she began to unbuckle my pants. The pants dropped to the floor, and her fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of my underwear. Genetics had been very good to me, as she was about to find out. As well as her husband.

Matsen dropped my underwear and let out quite a gasp as she saw my member. When fully erect, I’m just shy of nine inches but quite thick.

Matsen had developed a very focused look. My cock had struck her in the face, and she was rubbing it back and forth across it. “My husband is going to lose it over the size of your cock, and I can’t wait for you to fuck me with it.”

My cock looked enormous in her mouth.

Soon she stood up and slid back on the bed. Her thighs spread wide, and her fingers lewdly splayed her labia. There was a hunger in her eyes. The photos would clearly show that.

As I began to make my way toward her core slowly, I heard her say, “Nothing gentle!” More and more pictures as my cock got closer.

I began to rub it up and down to lubricate the head. It seemed enormous compared to the small hole it was about to enter.

Matsen’s hips were rocking forward while attempting to get it to enter inside.

I pushed her chest and she fell backward onto the mattress.

I aligned my cock up with her pussy and began taking pictures as it entered deeply into her hole. A scream reverberated off the walls as I bottomed out. I took photos of her face. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. Her neck muscles were very tight. Her chest was bright red and heaving. Her nipples were quite hard and pointing directly at the ceiling.

I decided that I was done with the camera and began to fuck her in earnest.

Her Kegel muscles were quite tight and seemed to be trying to milk my balls of their contents. The head was bruising the cervical cap every time I slammed deeply into her. Soon, I could feel her body begin a regular rolling orgasm. Her abdomen tightened, back arching, neck straining, throat gurgling, loud gasping for air, and clawing of the sheets.

I began to want to take her. I wanted to own her. She was mine. A part of me began to revert to my most basic animal instinct. I gripped her shoulders, and then I started to drive my hips violently into her pelvis. You could hear the impact of our union. My face got down into her space. I could feel a bolt of energy developing in the back of my brain and starting to run down my spine. My cock became so swollen. I needed a release. A release that only drove me deeper and harder into what was now mine. Then it was upon me. Rope after rope of semen jettisoned deep into her womb. My hips continued to piston as less semen would be ejaculated into her abdomen.

Exhausted but remembering why I was there. I grabbed the camera. As I lifted myself, I took several pictures of copious amounts of semen flooding out of her unprotected hole and how open and abused it looked.

This was just the first of her holes that I planned on defiling and documenting for her husband this weekend.