Revengeful Wives

[chanaud]

OOC: For my dear friend, Missla!

“Are you ready to do this?” Rachael asked. Her almond shaped eyes penetrated Traci’s own blue ones.

“As soon as I hit this button, the program will change. And there is no going back.”

Trace didn’t have to think twice. She nodded. Her long, wavy locks framing her perfectly shaped oval face bounced in affirmation. Even though they see each other every day, almost all day, Rachael still couldn’t help being in awe over Traci’s beauty..

“Yes, let’s do it!” Traci responded, her voice stern and determined.

They held hands. Ten white knuckles became one. Instead of pressing the enter key on her keyboard, Rachael surprised her newly best friend with a kiss. A long pressing kiss. When their lips unlocked, Rachael was relieved Traci didn’t spit out in revolt. The smile on her beautiful blonde friend made it even more easier to hit the ‘enter’ button.

With awaited breath, Rachael hit the ‘enter’ button. The colorful flat screen before them started downloading immediately.

“Well? What now?”

“We wait.” Rachael answered. “Like I explained before, we are changing the main program, so that one eighth of each transaction will be deposited to an untraceable bank account. With my careful calculations, considering the number of hits their combined websites receive, we should clear at least a million by the end of the month.”

“Are you sure they won’t notice?”

“Yes. The shortages are miniscule enough that it won’t be caught right away. By the time they notice…” Rachael paused and took a deep breath. “That is if they notice, we will have already pocketed the difference in our offshore account.”

Traci nodded slowly. Rachael wanted more than anything to replay that kiss and erase the worried look that has been a permanent fixture on Traci’s face. She held Traci’s hand gently, her fingers caressed the soft skin.

“I think our husbands have already proven they’re not too interested in their businesses. They’re beyond wealthy, so they’re too comfortable. And that’s what makes them careless.” Rachael’s face turned sour, her voice bitter. “They’ve moved on. The agency we hired proved it many times over. They barely check in the office now. And their corporate officers are too busy reaping in the leftovers. So this plan is perfect for us..” Rachael squeezed her best friend’s hand. “For us.”

Traci’s smiled softly and repeated. “For us.”

Rachael grinned and continued. “ Come, darling. This occasion calls for a celebration. Why don’t we open that 1949 Cristal my sleazy soon to be ex-husband has been hoarding.”

 

[missla]

Traci

“Are you ready to do this?” Rachael asked. “As soon as I hit this button, the program will change. And there is no going back.”

I didn't even think about not going back as I quickly nodded my head yes. “Yes, let’s do it!”

Rachel took my hands in hers, and we squeezed them tightly together, then leaned closer to me and kissed me, her soft lips pressing against mine. It took me completely by surprise, and I could imagine the look on my face as Rachel pulled back a bit and smiled. I managed a small smile myself as my eyes watched her finger hit the 'enter' button...no, there was no turning back now.

I said, "well, what now?" Both of our eyes turned toward the screen as it began to spring to life, the downloading we had planned for so long, now speeding toward reality. We had had suspicions of our husbands for quite some time now, and after we were able to have solid proof, Rachel had come upon the idea of teaching them a lesson...one that they would never forget.

The dollar figures she had estimated were mind-boggling...if she was even close, then she and I would never need anything again. I had to admit that I was still a bit worried about getting away with it. She had reassured me many times, but I was nowhere near as calm as she was about it.

Rachel took my hand in hers and reassuringly rubbed my skin. She always had a way of making me feel better, and the rubbing of my skin sent little tingles through me...I wasn't sure why...probably just the excitement of what we were doing to our husbands They didn't care about us anymore...al they did was play, spend money, and chase other women. But now, revenge would soon be ours.

Rachel looked at me and grinned and said "This calls for a celebration," and pulled me to my feet to follow her. Our adventure had begun...

 

[chanaud]

Rachael

Instead of the jovial celebration, they strolled silently down the long hall to the entertainment room. Traci plopped down at the bar, and watched her Rachael’s red hair and long, lithe back disappear behind an oak door and reappear again holding a chilled black bottle with gold letterings.

“This bottle cost him $495.00 so it should be a good one.” Rachael mentioned with a wink.

“Will he miss it?” Traci asked, her voice high with worry.

“Are you kidding? He’s got five cases of this stuff. And if he does, I’ll just tell him he probably opened it during one of his drunken soirée we’ve hosted. He’ll never know the truth.” Rachael answered, throwing her chin forward. A long manicured finger reached out and traced the side of Traci’s face. “Don’t worry, darling, we’ll be fine.”

Feeling Traci’s soft skin stunned Rachael into silence. Her heart skipped a long beat, and for some odd reason her knees felt weak and rubbery. The feel of her soft lips flashed before her. And the for a brief second she wondered if her friend tasted like thick honey.

Oh my god, what is happening to me? Rachael asked herself. Oh sure, she’s entertained the notion of being with another woman, but they were just fantasies. Or were they?

“Uhmm…the champagne..” She forced herself back to reality. The bottle was sweaty and cool. It felt good between her thighs. Using her aerobic muscles, Rachael unscrewed the cork. With a loud pop, a geyser exploded splashing the bar and her legs.

After filling two flutes, they both said at once…

“Here’s to us!”

 

[missla]

Traci

We walked down the long hallway until we reached the entertainment room, and I immediately made myself at home on one of the barstools, and Rachel disappear into the stylish wine cabinet, only to quickly reappear holding the dark bottle of the vintage champagne.

“This bottle cost him $495.00 so it should be a good one.” Rachael mentioned with a wink.

“Will he miss it?” I asked, suddenly semi-afraid at what might happen to the both of us should things take a wrong turn.

Rachel assure me that he would never miss it, and if he did, she would just explain to him that it had probably been drunk at one of the many parties that he and Rachel had hosted. As she reassured me, she reached out her hand and ran one of her fingers down the side of my face. “Don’t worry, darling, we’ll be fine.”

As I felt the softness of her finger slowly move over my skin, I felt the same little waves of electricity running through my body that had run through me earlier when she was rubbing my hand. My wandered back to when she had kissed me, and I could remember feeling some type of charge that time as well. Oh well, I guess it was just the excitement of our ploy.

Rachel held the bottle between her thighs and worked to uncork it. It was really a bit humorous watching her petite figure working to get the cork out. She strained and pulled for a few more moments, and then with a burst, out shot the cork, followed be a large spurt of the expensive liquid.

I clapped my hands and responded with a loud "yaaaayyyyyyy!"

Rachel smiled and poured the champagne into the crystal flutes. We looked into each other's eyes as we clicked the glass together and said, "Here's to us !"

I raised the glass to my lips and took a long sip...it tasted heavenly. I looked at Rachel and found myself thinking, "I could get used to this..."