The Sweet Taste Of Revenge

I'm quite slim and petite with long golden blonde hair and deep brown eyes. I would like to be five foot ten and not five foot two and not to be so slight - a mere seven stone. I took a degree in biochemistry and at university met my husband, Thomas, who was a year ahead of me reading computer sciences. At the time he seemed sophisticated and a go getter and soon after my graduation we married. In hindsight it seems more likely that it was I who was very unsophisticated - it was this that made him seem more a man of the world. He had insisted that we not have sex before marriage, though some petting was allowed by him. Amazing though it seems to me I was a virgin on my wedding night. I didn’t know what to expect and the evening was a fiasco. He got drunk and fell asleep. I couldn’t believe it -that day everyone had been telling him how beautiful I was and how lucky he was and he just fell asleep.

Several days later we consummated our marriage, in what was to be the start of a loveless and sterile marriage, just another duty in our relationship. Thomas was very ordered and somewhat sarcastic and turned out to be a bully. Any thoughts of a career went out the window as my only purpose was to help him set up his software company, unpaid and unappreciated of course. Thomas had specialized in developing software to track financial investment and to automate buying and selling of shares, being at the beginning of a new concept of business and the company grew very quickly.

Dare I say, it is not entirely dissimilar to the evening you planned with your husband. You said that he was eager for you to play the role of call girl and for him to pay you for sex.

This meant Thomas spent more and more time traveling and working and I spent more time as his unpaid personal skivey, while any chance of me using my degree and getting a job in science was met with short curt putdow, followed by accusations of lacking loyalty, how could I think of abandoning him when he was building up the business - how could I be so selfish? When I told him I wanted a baby, this was called a selfish distraction. "What do you mean, how dare you even suggest it - we will never get rich if I have to deal with a screaming brat," his very words.

With our marriage fast going down the drain I tried to resurrect our relationship, (so much for lacking loyalty) and almost nonexistent sex life. I suggested that when he finished work we meet in the bar of a five star hotel in London. I said that it would be exciting to pretend that we had never met and that he "picked me up", even that he pretended that I was a call girl. We agreed to meet at seven pm and that he would wine me and dine me and then we would book into the hotel and he would make love to me. He seemed really interested in the idea. For the first time in several years he seemed almost turned on by the idea, he even insisted that I play the role of a prostitute and that he pay me for the evening.

Late that afternoon, I bathed and then got dressed for the evening. I had shopped earlier as my usual clothes were not very adventurous. I usually stuck to the classics and all my dresses were of a "decent" length. That day I bought sheer black stockings and black satin panties with a matching half cup bra and garter belt. My skirt was short, tight and silky black. I wore this with a gray silk blouse that showed off my small shapely breasts. I kept my make up simple, accentuating my brown eyes and short hair, sprayed on a perfume that I had recently fallen in love with -Black Orchid. Lastly I decided that I needed a touch of class, I put on the thick rope of lustrous gray pearls that my mother had left me when she died the previous year.

I spent a quite some time looking at the effect in my mirror. Definitely sexy. I didn’t look nearly so good on my wedding day. Sexy, provocative clothes seemed to suit me and my mood. I even felt that it was OK being so small and slim. In a way it suited the look I was after - in need of protection while being a temptation at the same time I reckoned that Thomas would not be able to resist me.

I decided that I would arrive late for once, so Thomas could wait for me. As I got to the front door of our apartment I decided that I would play the part and took off my wedding ring - the first time I had ever done so. I arrived about a quarter of an hour late only to find that Thomas was not there yet. I decided to sit at the bar and ordered a large Dry Martini. I felt nervous, conspicuous sitting there alone with my drink and within ten minutes found that I was ordering a second. As the barman was mixing it my mobile rang. It was Thomas crying off. A panic at a firm he was developing new software for. He couldn’t manage to get away - he would see me tomorrow night, why didn‘t I have a meal at the hotel and stay the night since the room was already paid for! I could have killed him. How did he think that I felt, stood up and then suggesting that I eat by myself and then sleep in the hotel by myself! I drank the second martini quickly and then ordered a third.

As I did so a tall man in his late thirties sat down beside me. "Do you mind - I saw how upset you were when you took the call. Is there anything that I can do to help?" He spoke gently and had kind eyes.

"No, no really, it was just my husband standing me up for his work. We were supposed to be having a special dinner and were then staying the night."

He laughed a soft low laugh. "Why not have dinner with me - a business colleague stood me up for dinner. We can do a swap, your husband can do business and I will have to pleasure of dinner with you instead of working. What do you say?"

I was somewhat taken aback, I paused and took a good look at him. Six foot two, slim, thick black hair and a very expensive bespoke suit. Beautiful cream shirt with a wonderful silk tie in swirling pattern of reds. However, a warm all encompassing smile was the feature I still remember most about our meeting. I hardly noticed his lovely coffee colored skin.

I was so pissed off at Thomas that on the spur of the moment I found myself saying, "Yes, why not." I had the sense to refuse another drink and we went into the dining room. The food was light but superb - as it should be in a restaurant with two Michelin stars. We ate sparingly and my companion, who I learnt was called Daniel, selected wonderful wines. We talked, or rather I found for once I talked and Daniel listened. He was a very good listener. He knew how to make me appreciate that he was listening and he always chipped in with an apposite comment or little story that kept the conversation going.