Today was their tenth wedding anniversary and Bernd had actually expected them to go through the usual routine. Ordering a table at Rossario's and then the obligatory, passionless sex. Bernd didn't care. He had resigned himself to the fact that the erotic sizzle had disappeared from his marriage.

Since the baby was born, things hadn't been going so well in the marital bedroom anyway. The department manager had found other ways to satisfy his sexual hunger. The company was big enough to provide him with ample hunting grounds. Time and time again, he found willing ladies who got involved in a voluntary and questionable adventure with him. Bernd didn't believe in protracted and complicated affairs. For him, the ex-and-hop act was the ultimate. So far, Sabine hadn't found out about his little amorous escapades. Or maybe she had?

Thoughtful and slightly alarmed, Bernd noticed where his navigation device was taking him. He approached a run-down industrial area and steered the Benz onto the site of an abandoned factory. Suspiciously and cautiously, he followed the markings his wife had put up for him. She was obviously guiding him to an old production hall.

All of a sudden, Bernd no longer felt comfortable in his own skin. His initial curiosity had given way to fear. He now expected that his wife had found out about his numerous one-night stands and now wanted to confront him. The fact that this was to take place on a vacant and abandoned factory site, of all places, nipped his hopes of a peaceful discussion in the bud.

For a brief, shocking moment, the thought occurred to him that Sabine had lured him here to shoot him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He no longer felt comfortable in his own skin. Fear seemed to grip him with an ice-cold claw and squeeze his heart. He found it difficult to breathe. The stress he was under was clearly showing its effects.

Bernd flinched, as if in an electric shock, when the beep of his cell phone sounded. Although the car was only traveling at walking pace, emergency braking brought the vehicle to an abrupt halt. Bernd fumbled nervously for his phone. The inner tension caused him to struggle with the small technical device. It seemed impossible for him to open it and read the message he had received. He quickly wiped his eyes to regain a clear view.

"Get out and come to the top floor. Hurry up."

Bernd was close to a heart attack when he read the text message. There was no longer any doubt in his mind that Sabine knew everything. He thought he knew that the day of reckoning had come and that he would be called to account. But did this necessarily have to happen on their wedding day? Bernd shrugged his shoulders. Basically, this day was made for it. After all, he had sworn eternal fidelity to her ten years ago. What other moment could be more fitting than this?
Bernd had to make a decision. Should he prove himself as a man and dare to confront the monster, or should he rather put his foot down and simply storm off? Although his inner voice was screaming at him to choose the second option, Bernd opened the car door and got out.

He took a deep breath and tried to encourage himself. It couldn't be as bad as he had imagined in his worst dreams. What could Sabine do to him? She was physically inferior to him. All he had to fear was a silly scene and hysterical demands for a divorce. Under no circumstances would there be any violence. That would be downright ridiculous.
Bernd had regained his form and was now amused by the thought that his wife might spank him. The smug grin on his face clearly showed that he was not uncomfortable with the idea. Finally something different. With a light step, he made his way up the old, dirty stairs.

He was greeted by an almost empty room. Presumably the offices had once been here. But there was no sign of it anymore. The walls had been torn out and what remained was an open floor.
It wasn't quite true that the room was completely empty. There was a single old desk in the middle of the room, on which a lamp was burning and emitting its dim light. Behind it was an office chair and, some distance away, a visitor's chair. To his astonishment, Bernd could see no sign of his Sabine. He flinched again when he heard his cell phone beep. The sound echoed disproportionately loudly in this sparse building. Bernd quickly opened the device.

"Sit down on the visitor's chair and wait."

Bernd felt fear rise up inside him again. He resisted the request.
"Sabine, this is ridiculous. What do you want from me? Come and show yourself."
He had tried hard to make his voice sound firm, but the poor acoustics in the building ruined the effect he had hoped for. Bernd searched around in the hope of spotting his wife.
His cell phone rang again.
"SIT DOWN!"
Bernd gave in. He reluctantly sat down on the visitor's chair and had the vague feeling that he was at her mercy.
The sound of high heels echoed loudly. Bernd's unease grew, but he refused to let on and remained seated rigidly. Although it was difficult for him, he did not turn in the direction from which the footsteps were coming. Sabine approached him from behind. Bernd exhaled deeply as she leaned down towards him and breathed into his ear in a seductive voice.
Even before Bernd realized what Sabine could have meant, he felt the handcuffs snap around his wrists. Bernd wanted to complain. But before even a word could pass his lips, Sabine had stood in front of him and placed a finger over his mouth. Bernd looked at her in astonishment and remained silent. He waited. He wanted to see what she was up to.
Sabine slowly moved backwards away from Bernd. There was something in her gaze that he had been missing for a long time: passion!
Sabine reached the desk and sat on the edge of it. Waiting, she looked Bernd in the eye, as if looking for the final confirmation to put her plan into action. Slowly, she slipped her hand into the pocket of her trench coat. It was only now that Bernd noticed that she was wearing this coat and automatically made the connection to the classic crime films from the 1950s. However, he no longer expected her to have a gun concealed in her pocket and point it at him. No, Sabine obviously had completely different intentions.
The woman was amused when she noticed her husband's startled reaction. Bernd flinched immediately. The first sounds came from the stereo. The music boomed relatively loudly from the speakers.
However, this became a minor matter. Bernd's undivided attention was on Sabine. She had elegantly pushed herself off the edge of the desk and began to dance provocatively. In a rehearsed dance scene, she slowly opened her coat to reveal her naked body.
Sabine refrained from taking off her coat. Instead, she used it as a toy. Her entire naked body was never exposed. Bernd could only ever catch glimpses of details and Sabine was the director of his growing desire. She skillfully waved her coat around. Her provocations increased. With seemingly playful ease, she lay down on the desk top and threw her legs up. For a brief but unforgettable moment, Bernd's gaze rested on his wife's shame. The shiny film revealed her own arousal to him.
If he was honest, he hadn't looked at his wife's midsection for an unforgivably long time. But this brief moment was enough to remind him of all the wild and crazy sex games of the past. Bernd painfully realized that his desire would not be satisfied for the time being. The erection that was trying to rise up in his suit trousers was prevented from doing so by the tight-fitting briefs. Sabine didn't seem to notice his desperation or she ignored it. She teasingly stalked towards Bernd and stood provocatively in front of him. The open coat allowed him a tiny glimpse of her full breasts and an excitingly brief view of Sabine's triangle.
He would have loved to grab her around the hips and pull her towards him. Bernd's desire was at its peak. He wanted his wife. Here and now ...
Sabine turned around and presented him with her backside. She bent forward, revealing her bare bottom and her Venus mouth.
Her husband exhaled sharply. The sight gave him the rest.
Seeing Sabine's vagina in front of him, ready to make love, drove him wild.
Unrestrained, he tugged at his restraints, not realizing at first that he was only making them tighter. Bernd's attention was focused solely on the red seduction in front of him. He simply had to have his wife!
Sabine seemed to have guessed his thoughts. She slowly slipped off her coat and stood completely naked in front of him. Bernd's gaze glowed. His eyes glided over every inch of her naked body like caressing hands. What he wouldn't give for her to finally free his penis from his suit trousers and slowly sit on him! He felt as if he could already feel the warm cave of her womanhood.
Bernd let out a sigh as Sabine slowly pushed herself towards him and actually took a seat on his clothed lap. She was so close to him that he could smell her scent. It was the scent of a woman quivering with desire.
Bernd desperately tried to put his lips around the hard nipples that were so close in front of him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't succeed.
Bernd's sexual excitement demanded satisfaction. He found it difficult to contain his excitement and urged Sabine to release him. He wanted her to unlock his handcuffs so that they could finally unite. He promised her an experience as unforgettable as the one she had already given him.
Bernd boasted that he would provide a climax that would make her scream. He didn't mince his words and kept trying to touch her breasts with his lips.
The naked Sabine pressed herself against him tenderly and breathed sensually into his ear.
"I don't think you can fulfill that promise. I know from your other lovers that you're a big disappointment in bed."
She quickly swung her upper body back and returned his disbelieving gaze. He still didn't quite understand what had just happened. He still believed he could get his wife around with cheap jokes.
Suddenly and unprepared for Bernd, she pressed his face between her breasts. She quickly pulled back again and looked at her husband seriously.
"That, my dear, is the only thing you'll get from me tonight."
He stared at her in irritation.
"Do you seriously think I wouldn't have noticed how you've been cheating on me all these years? I just wanted to show you today, on our tenth wedding anniversary, what you've spurned all this time. Be honest, you thought I was boring and yet you pined for me earlier."
Bernd just nodded. He was unable to speak.
"Let today's experience be a lesson to you."
She glared at him darkly.
"I can do otherwise."
Slowly, she climbed off his lap, bent down provocatively in front of him and picked up the trench coat. Then she casually hung the coat over one finger and let the garment fall down her back.
She turned to face him again and gave him an unobstructed view of her shapely body.
"By the way, you're not the only one who's had a fling."
Bernd tried to turn his head in the direction from which he heard new footsteps approaching. But it was impossible for him. He had to wait and see.
But he wasn't kept in suspense for long. The mysterious figure not only stood next to Sabine, but lovingly took her in his arms and snuggled up to her.
Bernd's eyes grew wide.
"Claudia?"
He breathed his secretary's name in disbelief. Bernd still didn't quite understand what she was doing here. But when the two women kissed in front of him, the penny dropped.
His wife and his former ex-love were not only conspiring against him, they were obviously having an affair.

But the worst part of the revenge was yet to come for Bernd. The two women turned their backs on him and left the bound and desperate man alone.

"Happy Anniversary!" by Kristel Kane from "The Desire for Revenge" published by: ORION / Carl Stephenson Publishers