PAYBACK'S A BITCH

Janet's voice trembled as she revealed a deeply personal struggle to the family therapist. Seated beside her husband, Jonathan, in the cozy therapist's office, Janet's words hung in the air like a challenge.

"I've never experienced an orgasm," she confessed, her eyes cast downward in a mix of sadness and frustration.

The therapist's office had become a refuge for the troubled couple, a sanctuary where they could confront the issues threatening to dismantle their marriage.

Janet, driven by a desire to salvage their relationship, had suggested seeking professional help. And so, they found themselves navigating the complex landscape of their sexual dysfunction.

Jonathan, the CEO of Fame Exchange Corporation, cut an imposing figure. His chiseled features and muscular build seemed chiseled from the very fabric of success.

However, beneath the surface, the stresses of his high-powered job had taken a devastating toll. His exhaustion had reduced their intimate moments to a perfunctory routine, with Jonathan defaulting to the missionary position as his sole repertoire.

Janet's attempts to reignite the spark in their sex life had been met with resistance, her suggestions and initiatives rebuffed by Jonathan's emotional and physical fatigue. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Janet's frustration had grown, her sense of isolation deepening. The therapist's office, once a beacon of hope, now seemed like a last-ditch effort to resuscitate a marriage on life support.

"This was a separate session and Janet was alone in Dr. Caine's office. He was listening to her very attentively. Asking questions occasionally.

"Jonathan doesn't seem to care about me having an orgasm and I must say I've never had an orgasm in my life." Janet said in a sad, trembling voice and it seemed she was on the verge of crying.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's not him, maybe it's just all my fault, I just don't know what to do."

"Well, we could try a therapy that could help." Dr. Caine said and looked straight into Janet's eyes.

"What therapy, what do you mean?" Janet asked with hope in her voice.

"Well, you see, this therapy implies that you should entirely trust your doctor and do whatever he says." Mr. Caine said making sure his words had an effect on her.

"I am willing to do anything to experience this damned orgasm, I am tired of reading women's books about all the women in the world having an orgasm except me!" Janet said in an angry voice.

"So, let's start our therapy then, get up from the chair and lay on the table, let me lock the door so that no one bothers us." Mr. Caine stood up from the chair and marched to the door as if he was sure Janet would exactly what he told her.

Janet paused for a moment but then decide to do what the doctor told her. She rose from the chair and lay on the table. Mr. Caine locked the door and approached her. Janet was in her mid twenties, she had been married for over three years now, all those three years she didn't know what quality sex meant and orgasm was just out of the question. Dr. Caine knew that, when her husband Jonathan Crowel attended his session, Dr. Caine easily found out that Jonathan was having problems with the amount of effort he put in sex.

Dr. Caine approached Janet and started taking her skirt off, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" Janet asked but didn't show any resistance.

"Yes, we are, I have to find out whether you can have an orgasm."

With these words Dr. Caine took off Janet's skirt and than her panties, in her mid-twenties, Janet had a nice body, she had long legs, moderate sized boobs, beautiful face, and an extremely sexy body physique.

Dr. Caine finally got Janet nude and looked at her pussy. Janet's pussy was half shaved, she had a pretty bunch of hair on her pubis area, but the area near her clit and her pussy lips was absolutely neat and clear.

Dr. Caine knew perfectly what a woman needed to reach an orgasm so he started rhythmically and methodically. He brought his tongue to her pussy and started licking it slowly making sure his saliva was making her pussy as wet as possible, in a minute he positioned his tongue to her clit and started licking that area over. Janet started trembling, her husband Jonathan didn't even know where clit was located and he didn't even want to know. Dr. Caine on the opposite knew a woman's body like the palm of his hand and it was easy for him to make Janet feel good. His tongue was skillfully working on her clit and Janet was moaning louder and louder, in a few minutes he pushed his finger into her pussy and felt how wet it was, Janet was leaking and she was leaking real hard. Mr. Caine's finger easily penetrated her pussy and started rubbing the upper wall trying to locate a g-spot, Janet was on the verge, she started trembling and she was begging Mr.Caine to go on, he never stopped working on her clit while his finger was furiously rubbing the upper wall of her vagina, when Mr. Caine felt slight contractions of her pussy muscles he understood that the orgasm was nearing.

He took his pants off and out jumped his dick, which was fat and impressive, he brought it closer to her pussy and pushed it in one mighty thrust, Janet arched her back and moaned, his dick was much bigger and fatter than his finger and she felt that difference, but her pussy was wet and easily welcomed his dick inside. Mr. Caine was now standing before Janet with his dick inside her, she was just a few moments away from her first orgasm and he knew that. He spat on his thumb and put it on her clit, then he started simultaneously moving his dick inside her while his thumb was rhythmically massaging her clit. In a few minutes he was drilling her pussy and his balls were slapping against her ass, it seemed that his mighty dick was entirely filling every millimeter of her vagina, his big thumb started massaging her clit even more aggressively and in just a minute Janet arched her back and screamed really loudly in ecstasy, if they were people waiting their turns in the lobby they sure heard the sound.

Janet started cumming, it was the first orgasm in her life, her pussy muscles started contracting as if trapping Mr. Caine's dick inside. He knew she was cumming, so he started drilling her even harder feeling his dick being hugged and embraced by her pussy muscles. Janet was thrashing like a fish in the net and it seemed her orgasm was never going to end, Mr. Caine was drilling her pussy harder and harder and started cumming too, his sperm flooded her pussy and Janet started screaming even louder when she felt the liquid, the life juice of Mr. Caine filling and flooding her pussy. When Mr. Caine finally came he took his dick out and saw his sperm flowing out of Janet's pussy. He took a napkin from the table and wiped his dick on it, then he let Janet lay on the table motionless for some time and when she finally came to senses he pointed to the shower that was located in his office.

When Janet got out of the shower she understood what she just did, she cheated on her husband with a doctor, a man who was supposed to save and revive their marriage passion. Although the orgasm that Doctor gave her was strong and intense, she could never feel it with her husband.

"So, can I go now?" Janet asked and felt herself blushing.

"Yes, you may, and don't forget about our session on Friday." Dr. Caine said and smiled.

Janet stepped out of his office and headed home. She was in a pretty good mood as a woman always is when she's just had an orgasm.

She was already looking forward to Friday's session and the mere thought of another orgasm was driving her crazy.

In the opulent penthouse apartment, a masterpiece of architectural design, Janet Crowel felt like a bird in a gilded cage, her wings clipped by the weight of her own desires. As she stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering Manhattan skyline stretched out before her like a canvas of endless possibility, a cruel irony given the suffocating nature of her marriage.

Her reflection stared back, a vision of loveliness with piercing green eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets, and raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. Yet, despite her stunning beauty, Janet felt like a prisoner of her own making, trapped in a life of luxury and loneliness.

As she turned away from the window, her gaze wandered over the lavish room, a testament to her husband's unparalleled success. Jonathan Crowel, the billionaire mogul, had given her everything money could buy: designer clothes, sparkling jewels, and a penthouse apartment with a view of the city. But in the end, it was all just a hollow facade, a poor substitute for the one thing she craved most: passion.

Their marriage, a union of convenience, had become a loveless existence, a mere shell of what it once promised to be. The silence between them was deafening, a heavy blanket that suffocated her, making it hard to breathe. The only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, a constant reminder of their passionless existence, a countdown to a life half-lived.

Janet's thoughts swirled with the memories of their early days together, the laughter, the adventure, the passion. But like a fleeting dream, it had all slipped away, leaving her with a marriage that felt more like a business arrangement than a union of two souls. She sighed, the sound barely audible, a whispered cry of desperation in the silence of her gilded cage.

Janet's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Jonathan entered, his chiseled features set in a stern expression, his eyes fixed on his phone. "Janet, I have a meeting tonight. I'll be late."

She forced a smile, her heart heavy with resignation. "Of course, Jonathan. I'll be here, waiting."

Their eyes met, but the connection was fleeting, a brief acknowledgment of their existence in each other's lives. Janet felt like a trophy, a possession, not a wife.

As Jonathan disappeared into his study, Janet's gaze fell on the photo of their wedding day, a distant memory of a love that never was. She felt like a bird in a gilded cage, longing to fly away, to feel the rush of wind in her hair, to be free.

Their marriage had been arranged, and Jonathan's only use for her was to look beautiful in front of business associates, it was like she was a mascot for his company.

Janet's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jonathan's voice, distant and detached. "Janet, have you finalized the guest list for the charity gala?"

She sighed, her heart heavy with resignation. "Yes, Jonathan, I've taken care of it. As I always do."

"Good. I want to make a strong impression. Our reputation depends on it."

Janet's eyes rolled, her frustration simmering. "Our reputation? You mean your reputation, don't you, Jonathan?"

Jonathan's expression remained unyielding. "What's the difference, Janet? We're a team, a unit. Our success is tied together."

Janet's laughter was bitter. "A team? You mean I'm a trophy, a accessory to your success? That's all I've ever been to you, Jonathan."

Jonathan's eyes narrowed, his voice cold. "That's not fair, Janet. I've given you everything you could possibly want."

Janet's eyes blazed with anger. "Everything except the one thing I crave most - your attention, your passion, your love."

The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between them palpable. Jonathan's eyes dropped, his gaze fixed on his phone, his escape from the uncomfortable truth.

Janet's voice was barely above a whisper. "You're never here, Jonathan. Even when you are, you're distant, detached. I'm living in a beautiful prison, a gilded cage, with no key to escape."

Jonathan's response was dismissive. "You're being dramatic, Janet. I have work to do, responsibilities to shoulder. You know that."

Janet's eyes filled with tears, her heart heavy with sorrow. "I know that, Jonathan. But what about my needs, my desires? Don't they matter?"

Jonathan's expression softened, his voice a gentle rebuke. "Janet, we'll get through this. I promise. But for now, I have to go."

And with that, he was back in his study, leaving Janet alone in their lavish penthouse, a prisoner of her own desires.

Janet's tears fell, her body shaking with sobs. She felt like a fragile vase, delicate and easily shattered. She couldn't remember the last time Jonathan had held her, kissed her, or even looked at her with desire.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence. Janet's heart skipped a beat as she wiped her tears away. She didn't want to face anyone, especially not Jonathan's business associate, Jared Garrett, her ex-boyfriend. But fate had other plans.

"Janet, it's Jared," Jonathan's voice called out from the hallway. "He needs to discuss some business with me."

Janet's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. Jared Garrett, the ruthless billionaire, was the last person she wanted to see. But she had no choice. She had left him for Jared when her family had announced her marriage to Jonathan. Although Jared was equally rich, he didn't hold a candle to Jonathan's wealth.

"Send him in," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jared entered, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her skin crawl. "Janet, you look stunning, as always."

Janet's smile was forced, her eyes flashing with warning. "Jared, please. We're not friends. You're here for business, not small talk."

Jared's chuckle was low and menacing. "Ah, but Janet, we could be friends, if you'd let me in."

Janet's heart raced as Jared's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on her curves. She felt like a prey, trapped and vulnerable.

"Jonathan, please," she called out, her voice laced with desperation.

Jonathan's voice was distant, detached. "I'll be right there, Janet. Just a minute."

But Janet knew she was on her own, at the mercy of Jared's whims. And she knew that her husband would never save her, not from the clutches of his own ambition.

Jared's eyes never left Janet's face, his gaze piercing and intense. "You know, Janet, I've always admired your beauty, your grace. But most of all, your strength."

Janet's laughter was bitter. "Strength? You call this strength, Jared? Being trapped in a loveless marriage, a prisoner of luxury and privilege?"

Jared's smile was sly. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Janet. You have the power to change your fate, to break free from the gilded cage that holds you captive."

Janet's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "And how do you propose I do that, Jared? With your help, I suppose?"

Jared's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Exactly, Janet. Together, we could achieve great things. We could take down Jonathan's empire, and build our own."

Janet's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew that Jared's words were laced with deceit, but a part of her was tempted, tempted to break free from the shackles of her marriage and forge her own path.

Jonathan's voice interrupted the tension, his tone cold and detached. "Jared, we have business to discuss. Leave Janet out of it."

Jared's smile never wavered. "Ah, but Janet is already in it, Jonathan. She's a pawn in our game, a game of power and seduction."

Janet's eyes flashed with anger, her voice laced with venom. "I'm no pawn, Jared. I'm a queen, and I'll not be used by either of you."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Janet knew that she had drawn a line, a line that neither Jonathan nor Jared would cross. But she also knew that she had sparked a fire, a fire that would consume them all.

*

As Jared and Jonathan departed the penthouse, the tension between them was palpable. Janet watched them leave, her heart still racing from the encounter.

In the car, Jared's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled out his phone. "Jonathan, I'll handle the negotiations with the investors. You focus on the financials."

Jonathan nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Fine. But don't think you're going to manipulate me, Jared. I know your game."

Jared's smile was innocent. "Game? I'm just trying to help, Jonathan. You know I have your best interests at heart."

As Jonathan's gaze remained fixed on the road, Jared's fingers flew across his phone's keyboard. He sent a text, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Think about what I said, Janet. You deserve passion, desire, and intimacy. I can give you that. And so much more."

Janet's phone buzzed in her hand, her heart skipping a beat as she read the text. Her eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications.

"Jared, you're playing with fire," she whispered to herself.

But a part of her was tempted, tempted by the promise of sexual intimacy, of desire and passion. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt.

As the car pulled up to the office building, Jonathan turned to Jared. "Let's get one thing clear, Jared. Janet is off-limits. You touch her, and you're dead."

Jared's laughter was low and menacing. "Oh, Jonathan. You have no idea what Janet wants. And it's not you." The car door slammed shut.

Janet's fingers trembled as she clutched her phone, the screen glowing with the tantalizing message from Jared. His words dripped with seduction, promising a world of passion, desire, and intimacy that she had been denied for so long. "Think about what I said, Janet. You deserve passion, desire, and intimacy. I can give you that. And so much more." The message was like a siren's call, beckoning her to surrender to its forbidden allure.

As she read the words again, Janet's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the possibilities. She felt a flutter in her chest, a thrill of excitement that she couldn't ignore. But she knew she was walking a thin line, torn between the temptation of Jared's promise and the obligations of her marriage. The weight of her commitment to Jonathan anchored her, a constant reminder of the vows she had made.

Meanwhile, Jonathan remained oblivious to the secrets and lies that swirled around him. His focus was laser-sharp, fixed on the pursuit of success at any cost. His business was his mistress, demanding his every waking moment. As he spoke to Janet, his voice was distracted, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. "Janet, I'll be working late tonight," he said, his tone dismissive. "Don't wait up for me."

Janet nodded, feeling a pang of loneliness wash over her. She knew the drill all too well, the familiar routine of Jonathan's absence. But she also knew she had to keep her priorities straight, to maintain the facade of a happy marriage, even as the cracks beneath the surface grew wider. As she set the phone aside, Janet couldn't shake the feeling that she was living a lie, trapped in a world of her own making. The temptation of Jared's message lingered, a constant reminder of the passion and desire that lay just beyond her grasp.

As the day went on, Janet found herself thinking about Jared's words. She couldn't deny the spark that had ignited between them. And then, her phone buzzed again. Another text from Jared.

"Meet me at the art gallery tonight. Come alone."

Janet's heart skipped a beat. She knew she shouldn't go, but a part of her was curious.

"What do you want from me, Jared?" she texted back, her fingers trembling.

"I want to show you what you've been missing, Janet. Passion, desire, intimacy. Come and see."

Janet hesitated, her mind racing with the possibilities. But she knew she couldn't resist.

"Okay," she texted back, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'll be there."

*

Janet's heart raced as she arrived at the art gallery. She had never been here before, but Jared's instructions were clear.

"Meet me at the Rothko exhibit. Come alone."

Janet walked through the doors, her eyes scanning the room. And then, she saw him. Jared, standing in front of a vibrant Rothko painting, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Janet," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look stunning."

Janet felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing with the possibilities. "Jared, what are we doing here?"

"I wanted to show you something," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Something that will change the way you see things."

He took her hand, leading her through the exhibit. They walked in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the art gallery.

"And what is it that you want me to see?" Janet asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jared stopped in front of a painting, his eyes burning with intensity. "This, Janet. This is what I want you to see. Passion, desire, intimacy. It's all here, in this painting."

Janet's eyes widened as she took in the vibrant colors, the bold brushstrokes. It was like nothing she had ever seen before.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

Jared's eyes never left hers. "Yes, it is. Just like you."

Janet felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew she shouldn't be here, but she couldn't resist the pull of Jared's eyes, the promise of passion and desire.

*

Meanwhile, Jonathan sat at the conference table, his eyes fixed on the board of directors. They were discussing the company's latest move, a bold play to acquire a significant stake in the stock market.

"Gentlemen, we need to think about the long game here," Jonathan said, his voice confident and assertive. "We're not just looking for a quick profit, we're looking to shape the market."

The board members nodded, their faces serious and focused. They knew Jonathan's reputation, his ability to predict and manipulate the market.

"I agree," said one of the board members. "But we need to be careful. The risk is high, and we can't afford to lose."

Jonathan smiled, his eyes glinting with determination. "That's why we have me. I know the market, I know the players. We'll make a killing, gentlemen. Mark my words."

The board members nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew Jonathan's track record, his ability to deliver. And they were willing to take the risk, to follow him into the unknown.

As the meeting adjourned, Jonathan felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of control. He was the master of his universe, the king of the game. And nothing, not even Janet's doubts and fears, could bring him down.

But little did Jonathan know, his world was about to be turned upside down. Janet's encounter with Jared was just the beginning, the spark that would ignite a firestorm of passion, desire, and betrayal.

As Jonathan left the meeting room, he was met with a familiar face - his business partner and friend, Stanley.

"Jonathan, great job in there," Stanley said, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You always know how to work the room."

Jonathan smiled, his confidence soaring. "Thanks, Stanley. I know what I'm doing. I've got a plan, and it's going to make us rich beyond our wildest dreams."

Stanley nodded, his expression serious. "I know you do, Jonathan. But we need to be careful. There are rumors circulating that Jared is making a move, trying to take us down."

Jonathan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Jared? That arrogant prick? He thinks he can take us down? Ha! I'll crush him before he even gets close."

Stanley placed a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, his voice cautionary. "Jonathan, don't underestimate Jared. He's ruthless, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants."

Jonathan shook off Stanley's hand, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'm not afraid of Jared. I'm afraid of no one. I'm the one in control here, Stanley. And don't you forget it."

Stanley nodded, his eyes never leaving Jonathan's face. "I won't, Jonathan. But just remember, pride comes before a fall."

Jonathan's laughter was cold, calculated. "I'll never fall, Stanley. I'll always come out on top. That's what winners do."

As they walked down the hallway, Jonathan's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes scanning the screen.

"What is it?" Stanley asked, his voice curious.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "It's Janet. She's texting me, wondering where I am."

Stanley raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing. "Ah, the lovely Janet. How's that going, Jonathan? Still got her under your thumb?"

Jonathan's eyes flashed with anger, his voice low and menacing.

"Watch it, Stanley. Janet is mine, and no one takes what's mine. No one."