Page 5 of His Revenge
“Yeah, I’ll just be a second,” I grunted before getting out of the car.Once outside, I stared at the small building.It was boxy and nondescript, with two big windows in the front.Joelle’s Mercedes (purchased with my money) was parked in the front, as well as a shiny Dodge Ram pickup.Interesting.I had no idea that Stuart Henley was the type to drive a pickup, but whatevs.Maybe the dentist liked off-roading in his free time.
With confident steps, I strolled to the office and let myself into the waiting room.The office was silent.Toosilent, in fact, although the fluorescent lights were on, and magazines scattered about the coffee table.But there was no one at reception, and an alarm went off in my head.What the fuck was going on?
“Hello?”I asked to the empty room.No one answered, surprise, surprise.
Moving quietly, I opened the door separating the waiting room from the office itself, and passed into a dimly lit green-carpeted hallway.Damn, this office was ugly and industrial, but through several slightly open doors, I could see dentist’s chairs in a reclining position, with the requisite adjustable lamp above them, as well as trays of glinting silver tools.
Silently, I moved down the hall further into the office suite, and that’s when I saw it: my wife and a handsome dental hygienist fucking like dogs on the floor of one of the offices.Joelle looked good, to be honest.The woman was buck naked and on all fours, her big breasts swinging as she was reamed from behind by a young buck with a muscular back and fake tan.
“Yeah,” he moaned in a muffled voice.“Fuck yeah.”
Then, something weird happened.He held his hand to his face and inhaled deeply through a clear gas mask before leaning forward with the gas mask to cup the plastic over Joelle’s face.My wife inhaled as well, her eyes fluttering shut as the mist hit her lungs.
“Oooh yeah,” she moaned.“Hit me, Brandon.I need it.”
Holy fuck!The two were getting high on laughing gas as they fucked!What the hell?I get that people have kinks but I had no idea my ex was so fucking sick.This was straight up drug usage, on the office floor too.I doubt Dr.Stuart Henley would appreciate knowing that my wife was fucking his employee while sampling his store of medicinal gas.I almost wanted to laugh because it was so absurd, but then, my wife started talking and the words were insane.
“I hate him so much,” she began, her sentences punctuated by breathless “oomphs” as she was forcefully reamed from the back.“He’s such a fucking douche, with his private plane and his money.He thinks his money protects him from everything.”
I came to a full-stop, my jaw dropping.Fuck, Joelle was talking about me!Since when do people discuss their exes during sex with other people?But the laughing gas had loosened her inhibitions, and Joelle began spilling her guts.
“I hate him so much!”she squealed, still getting fucked from the back like a bitch in heat.“I can’t stand his touch!He’s such a fucking user, and he got me pregnant!What the fuck!Me, Joelle Moreland, age forty, pregnant by a fucker like him.Ummmmmph!”she screamed with outrage.
I blinked, surprised.What the hell?Who got her pregnant?Did Joelle have another boyfriend that I didn’t know of?Perhaps my wife maintained multiple toy boys, all of whom were fucking her on the reg.It certainly wasn’t me because I wasn’t aware of a pregnancy.
But Joelle continued to speak, her words slurred together by the laughing gas.
“So I aborted that fucker!”she squealed with rage, her face going red.“No way was I having a baby by Brad Fucking Landry.No fucking way!”
Then, she came.Yeah, while my ex cursed my name, she literally orgasmed.
“Unnnh!”Joelle screamed while convulsing on the dental hygienist’s cock.“Fuck Brad Landry!”
But I didn’t give a shit about her cursing.Hell, I don’t give a shit what Joelle thinks about me at all.Instead, my ex-wife had revealed her treasonous actions in the heat of the moment, and that’s what made all the blood drain from my form.She hadmybaby?She’d been pregnant withmychild?When was this?
I had half a mind to stalk into the room before shaking the woman and screaming in her face.I wanted to confront her about the abortion, but I stood there like a statue, frozen in place with cowardice.Even crazier, Joelle’s orgasm reached new heights as I watched, and it was fucking scary.Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, showing the whites, as her thin body convulsed in an epileptic fit.I swear, there was foam frothing at her mouth and I had half a mind to call 9-1-1.
But then, Brandon the dental hygienist leaned forward to press the gas mask over her face again, and Joelle inhaled.This seemed to help a bit because the convulsions diminished, her bony shoulders going still as her chest expanded with oxygen.Even her color looked a little better, her skin plumping up a bit instead of being the color of death.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Brandon groaned, still pumping his hips wildly into her scrawny frame.“You’re good.Don’t choke on your saliva, baby, because I want to ride through this.I haven’t orgasmed yet.”
Holy shit!What a fucking prick.My ex likely was having a medical emergency, and yet this fucker was focused on his own pleasure.Sure enough, the asshole adjusted something on the dials of the canister of laughing gas, hips still working like an automaton against my ex-wife’s flat rear end.
“You’re going to be fine,” Brandon hummed with pleasure.“I’ve lowered the dosage.Yeah, maybe the hits were a little too strong this time, but I fixed it.”
This time?I stared, unable to believe my ears, but then began to back away.Holy fuck.Obviously, this wasn’t a one-time thing.Joelle had been hooking up with the dental hygienist for a while now, and they often used laughing gas to enhance their sex life.But again, I don’t give a shit about what they do in bed.If my ex wants to fuck while contorting wildly, drooling and looking ghoulish, that was her business.
Nor did I care about her cheating ways.Hell, I don’t even care about the insults directed at me.What I care about is the baby.Joelle conceivedmychild, and then terminated him or herwithout saying a single word to me.What the fuckity fuck?
I strode from the office, barely able to breathe.My fingers trembled, the divorce papers still clutched in my hand.Shock, anger, and disbelief poured through my veins as I sweated wildly, stepping into the parking lot before clambering into the waiting Bentley.
“Everything okay, Mr.Landry?”Henry asked, turning to look at me from the front seat.“If you need some water, there’s a bottle on the right hand door.”
I couldn’t answer.I merely stared straight ahead, speechless.A child.Mychild.What the fuck?
Suddenly, rage took over, as well as shock, horror, and disbelief.I’d never seen myself as a family man before, but that’smychoice to make, and that bitch took the option away from me.Goddamn her!
Seething with fury, I came to a decision: Joelle wasn’t getting a penny more than what the pre-nup stipulated.There was no way.But it’s not even about money for me because I have plenty of coin.What’s more important is the loss of autonomy because we’d conceived a child and now, he or she was gone.Poof.A vanishing in the night.My vision grew red and a desire for revenge rose in my chest.It was so thick and powerful that I had difficulty swallowing while shaking in the backseat of the vehicle.I was going to make my ex-wife bleed and suffer ...no matter the cost to myself.
