In this script, a married woman takes revenge on the woman with whom her husband is having an affair. (Thus, the title.) The script is a collaboration between myself and the amazing Mercedene_Morghon. She added all the naughty bits. 😍

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[FX: door shutting]

[FX: Steps approaching]

[panicky, scared] Hello? Is someone there? Hello?

Who—who, please who are you? Please… where am I?   This as gotta be a mistake; why am I here? Please? Oh my god… why aren’t you answering me, hmm? Hey at least tell me what you did with my clothes? You could—could you, please take the blindfold off… please? Hello? Are you still here?

[FX: Slap]

Owwww!!!   What the fuck?  What the fuck?? Please… what’s going on … please just tell me…

[FX: Slap]

OWWW!!   Shit… I’m sorry... OK?  Please... whatever I did to you…I don’t know who you are, what I did to deserve this, but I’m sorry… please, talk to me… say something. What’s happening… What are you doing with me--?

[FX: Slap]

OWWW!!!  Fuck… [almost crying] Stop it! please just stop… tell me what’s happening… please… take the blindfold off, I don’t…I hate this, please?

[The blindfold is removed]

Ohh fuck, okay…. Thank you for taking it off… it’s really bright in here, it’s –I can’t see with that fucking light behind you, I can’t see—who are you? Uhm….

[Shocked] OH! You? Mrs. Jones?  What… what are you doing? Is this some kinda like joke or something? Why are you—what’re you doing here? Does—does your husband know I’m here? Where’s Mr. Jones? What’s going on?

[FX: Slap]

Shit.  Stop it… [angry] stop slapping me, you bitch.  If my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I’d…

[FX: Slap - SLAP]

OHhh… [frightened] I’m sorry… I’m sorry… please... why are you doing this to me?

{React to: “You’re having an affair with my husband.”}

What?  Oh my god, no… I’m not. Hey, I’m not. I’m not having an affair with your husband.  Of course, not…. I wouldn’t. Yes, we work together at the firm, but I never…

[FX: Slap]

[crying] Stop it… I swear to fucking God… I’m not having an affair with your husband, ok?  Please…

{React to: “I found the texts.”}

Oh.  [uncertain] Uhm… you say you—if you found the texts, then uh… OK, I uh… I guess you know… I…

[quiet] I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… Look hey, I mean it, I’m really sorry—I didn’t mean it.

[FX: Slap]

Owww…  [angry] Fuck… you fuckin bitch! I said I was sorry.  Listen, I’ll stop it, ok? I’ll put an end to it—I’ll stop the affair… I won’t uh… see your husband any more. And I’ll stay away him at work from now on! And we can just forget about this and you can let me go, huh?  I… [desperate] It wasn’t that I wanted to do it--sleep with him, OK? I just needed—I—*flinch* No, nono, please you don’t have to hit me again!

I’m telling the truth—I just wanted a promotion and I really needed his support with management. He said he could help. But look—look I’ll stop, ok? I don’t even like him… I really don’t. Look, please, this isn’t—I’m not in love, I didn’t love having sex with him, I didn’t I’m being completely honest here, I just let me go. I promise you… he’s all yours…  ok?

{“I don’t want him. I’ve filed for divorce.”}

What? [surprised] Divorcing him anyway? [angry] OK, fine… so you won’t want him either. So, what the fuck is this all about?  You’re crazy, if you think you can just…

[FX: Slap]

Oh god… stop, please… I said I was sorry… I’ll say whatever you want, just stop slapping me, stop slapping me you fucking asshole!

Please…

[Reacts to her captor sliding out of her skirt, exposing a large strapon]

Uhh…. what is… that?  What? I… no, oh my god, I know what a strapon is, OK?  I just… it’s so... big… please… you’re not going to…   

[realizing what is going to happen] Don’t ou come any closer, no-no get away from me with that thing! NO… get away from me with that thing… please…

[scared] I said I was sorry… please… don’t…

[FX: slap]

Noo... oh my god, please… it’s too big… it’s…. please don’t fuck me with that thing, I don’t want it, I don’t…

(“You get it wet then”}

What?   Fuck that, and fuck you! You fucking sadist psycho—n-no way I’m going to, to get it wet and get the fuck away from my mouth!

[Much of the next section is muffled, as the speaker is forced to suck on the strap on]

[Improv welcome, along these lines] Mph… please… Mrs…. it hurts… yes it’s too big… ugh… [whimpering] … sorry… sorry... uhm… *cough, sputtering* you shove it down my throat like that you fucking bitch, I can’t breathe--OK… OK… I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry… please… please…. Ughhh… please…

[Deepthroat gagging]

[The strap on is removed]

[coughing, frightened] Please… Mrs. Jones, please… you gotta believe me, I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Uhhh... Oh my god…  please, just please take it off—you’re really going to… fuck me… with that thing…  [almost crying] I’m sorry… I’m sorry I fucked your husband… please don’t make me fuck you too—I don’t want it! I’m sorry… please…

[FX: slap]

{React to: “On your back. Spread your legs”}

Ohhh... ok ok... I’m doing it—I’m fucking doing it! I’m trying—it’s hard to move with my legs and my arms tied behind my back—Okay, okay, Mrs. I’m on my back… my legs spread… but please... oh my god... if you do this, please don’t hurt me? Please go slow…please... it’s so big… I can’t please, Mrs. …

{React to: “I’ll go slow if you beg me to fuck you.”}

[scared crying] No, please I don’t wanna beg you to fuck me, please. Please please just please be nice to me. Oh my god, I… I’ll beg if you want me to… if it will make you go slow… please… just uh… go slow… yes… Okay! Okay, I’ll get into it, I will…

[obvious fake] Please, Mrs. Jones... uh... please fuck me with that strap on… uh… fuck me hard…  uh… more?  [increasingly frantic] Okay, okay--Uh... I…want it? I want it, I do! Please, please fuck me with your huge fucking strap on, okay? Use me? I’m trying I’m trying, just what do you wanna hear, huh?

Uh, I’m just a stupid slut who had an affair with your husband… please uh… I’m just a whore… a stupid whore, inconsiderate… please fuck me… fuck my pussy… teach me not to fuck with married men… please, I need you to teach me….Please, please that’s gotta be good enough, please? Good enough for you to fuck me slow? Ouch—you’re just really heavy on me---Oh my God.

[Mrs. Jones starts fucking her.  In this section, the narrator’s pain turns to arousal and then to orgasm. Improv welcome, along these lines]

[surprised, in pain at first] FUCK! Uhhhh… ohmygod… ohgod… ohhh… it hurts… uh… its hurts… Mrs. Jones... please... uh... go slow… please…you said, you said you were going to

{“Keep begging or it will hurt more!”}

Uhm… OK OK… I’ll keep begging you, but… please. Uhm... oh god... please fuck me… Mrs. Jones… fuck my… fuck my pussy… ohhh…  

Mmmm…. uhh… fuck me… fuck my pussy… Uhhh. Fuck my cunt up with that huge fucking thing… Ouch, it still hurts, please, I'm begging you please to stop it hurting just fuck me slow?

[slowly, staring to become aroused]… Please... uh... yes… uh….. you can… you can fuck me harder, please? It’s starting to—to feel good, okay? Please—oh fuck me, yes, Mrs.

Yeah—what? What? Yes—oh fuck yes, it’s so so much better than with your husband… Uhhh… You fuck me so much better than him.

I love it.. ohhh.. god.. love how you are fucking me now. Oh God, Oh fuck. Fuck my filthy fucking cunt... yes… I’m a just slut… just a bitch… a fucking homewrecker… please, teach me a lesson… fuck my cunt… fuck me like the fucking whore I am… fuck me… Mrs. Jones.. uh… please…  fuck me like a whore… like a stupid cunt… uhhh. Oh God… make it—you can hurt me, whatever you want, please… fuck me…

[building to orgasm] *gasp* Ohh, and your fingers… fingers on my clit—thank you. You can do it hard, hard as you want…

Oh, and you’re gonna make me—make me come if you keep playing with my clit like that while you fuck me… Ohh please please can I come? Please?

[orgasm]

[heavy breathing]

[drained] Oh, fuck… I’ve never, never…

[regaining her composure] Hey, I… I really am sorry, Mrs. Jones… please… Please. Yeah, thank you, thank you for making me come. … And you’re gonna um let me go… I won’t tell anybody… I promise… that was…

{“No. Look at this.”}

What? I… look at what? I can’t see you. Where?

[FX. Optional, phone beeps]

Why do you have my phone? What are with my phone?  Why are you showing me… I… oh my god… you wrote a letter of resignation for me? But… I don’t…please I can’t lose this job, please?

{“Read it”}

I…It says, that uh--… I’m fucking trying to read it! It’s—I’m saying that your husband sexually harassed me in the office… a lot… and that I need to get away from it all, so I’m resigning effective immediately… but… oh my god… MY fucking career would be ruined, and... it would be.. over… and…. Uh... your husband’s career too… and maybe it would affect your income too? I mean, look—please, tell me you didn’t send that… please…?

No no please don’t click the button, please don’t send it! I’ll beg you? I’ll beg you--please don’t ruin my fucking life

[FX. Optional, phone beeps]

[upset] NO! No nononono, oh my god… oh my god… you fucking bitch, I can’t believe you just sent that…

Wait, wait, and what are you doing now? … What the fuck. What the what are you doing with that… please don’t touch my neck with that fucking collar… please… [increasing fear] You can’t just… *chokes on collar* lock me down here... please… don’t… I… you can’t just keep me here… please… 

{React to: “Get used to it.  This is your life now, slut.”}

What? No… This isn’t my life now… No, please… A what?

A pet? Nnoo... I’m not a pet, I’m a person, please, please… this is torture you can’t keep me here. I—I—I’ll find a way—I’ll find a way outta here, you know that? And you're gonna get caught and you're gonna fucking go to prison.

[FX: receding steps]

Please… I’m not a pet. I’m a person. This is inhumane, you can’t do this to someone.

Mrs. Jones… please... let me go… I won’t tell anyone… please…. I’m sorry I said that I would, but I won’t okay, and [desperate] You can… fuck me again… if you want…

[FX: receding steps]

No don’t go? Hello?

[FX: door shuts]

Fuck. What the fuck am I gonna do? Hello? Mrs. Jones? Please? Oh fuck.