When Monica left me, I was devastated. We were about to get married. My family
and all my friends liked her. Suddenly, she just decided to leave me. She didn’t
give me any explanation. She simply said it ‘wasn’t going to work.’ After years
together.

I was so distraught, I needed to understand what had happened. I did some
digging and trailed her, disguising myself as an old man with some makeup and a
wig. I followed Monica around town and I found out the real reason she left me:
Monica was seeing somebody else. A man named Jason. I saw the two of them
embrace and kiss and go inside his house.

I didn’t know how long she’d been two-timing me, but it sent me into a rage. I
was angry. Angrier than I'd ever been in my life, up to then. I had been wronged
by the woman I loved.

I had to find a way to get even.  I sat in my apartment for  days, scheming long
and hard to think up the best way to get my revenge. Monica should have known
better than to wrong me— she knew I didn’t take these things lightly. When I
need to get even, I find a way.  I knew this time I would find the perfect way.

I decided I would break up their relationship.  If I couldn't have Monica, I
wouldn't let this asshole Jason have her. There were lots of ways I could do it.
Anonymous messages, blackmail, lots of way.  But Monica had really done me
wrong.  And so had this man, Jason — from my investigating I found out he’d
known about me all along. He called me a ‘loser’ and ‘pathetic’ while he was
banging my wife-to-be.  I had to find a way to get back at both of them.

I decided the best way to get back at Monica was to subject her to the same
experience I got — having the love of your life leave you for someone else.  It
would devastate her just like it had me, leave her reeling and lonely. I knew
she deserved it.

And then this guy, Jason, would get what was coming to him -— I had a special
kind of revenge in store for him.

What I needed for now was a woman more beautiful than Monica, and more charming
and sweet and sexy and dirty than she could ever be.  I needed someone who would
be able to entice a man like Jason, successful and handsome and wealthy, away
from a woman as amazing as Monica. I thought about finding a woman I could hire
for the task, but I realized nobody I could possibly find would be able to do
it. I knew that if I needed to exact my revenge, I’d have to do it myself.

Getting the disguise made was complicated and expensive, but it was worth it.  I
hired a movie effects company to create a mask, that I could wear.  I told them
to make it look like a perfect mix of famous movie stars.

The effects company didn't disappoint.  It took me a while to get the mask on,
with a lot of squeezing and jostling, but when I was wearing it there was no way
to tell it was me -- I looked just like a sexy woman with shoulder length blonde
hair. To say it was the perfect disguise was an understatement.  

After the mask, the rest of the disguise was simple. Fake breasts and padding
and a corset.  I lost some weight too, which made fitting into the disguise a
lot easier. I wore contact lenses to change my eyes to an entrancing blue. I
used a high feminine voice that I practiced singing soprano parts in the shower
every morning.

With my new face and a new name  — Katherine Lavoir — I started building a new
identity. I didn’t just need to look and act the part, I needed to have a
convincing background.  I rented a new apartment and got a job at Jason’s
company.

I told my new work colleagues I was new in town, and soon I had a few new
‘girlfriends.’ None of them could tell I was a man in a disguise.  They treated
me as just one of the girls! We hung out after work and had drinks and talked
about old boyfriends.  I had to think on my feet a lot, to make my new identity
perfectly realistic. But it was great practice being 'Kate.'

After my after-hours time with 'my' new friends, I’d go back to the apartment
I'd rented for 'Kate,' change out of the disguise and go to bed.  Then I would
put it back on in the morning.

At work, people liked me —- I went out of my way to be nice and friendly to
everyone, and I knew what I was doing. Professional demeanor, but sweet. The
‘girl next door.’ Nobody suspected a thing was unusual about ‘Kate.’

With all this in place, my revenge could begin.

I started making sure I would bump into Jason at work. I would bring him papers
and sat in on his meetings. I hated him. The object of my hate made my heart
beat faster, whenever he was around.  He was tall and broad-chested and
square-jawed.  He looked like a handsome football player.

I wanted to get my revenge on Monica so badly, and Jason was my way of getting
that revenge. And I wanted revenge on Jason too.

I knew he noticed me. I was a perky blonde bombshell that smiled and flirted
with him every chance 'she' -- I -- could get.. And I could tell he liked me.
Wearing my disguise, I knew I was cuter and sexier than Monica. And the best
part was that, every minute I spent around him, every minute I spent making his
mouth go dry and his heart beat faster, and his pants feel a little tighter, I
was exacting my revenge.  It was a man making him feel that way, not a woman.
He’d be so devastated and humiliated to find out, just thinking about it would
give me a hard-on that I’d have to try and hide under my skirt.

I completed the disguise so that I could pass as Kate even when I was naked. I
stopped taking it off at night -- I would wake up as Kate, make my coffee as
Kate, even began to 'think' like Kate -- but behind 'Kate's pretty blue eyes my
fury and rage still burned at Monica and Jason.

It took a while before I could get him to ask me out. I dropped hints constantly
that I was interested in him. He must have really liked Monica and felt loyal to
her.  But just like the asshole I knew he was, eventually he took my bait. He
said we should get a drink after work. I said yes, tucked my blonde hair behind
my ear and smiled at him, turned and went back to my desk, pressing the folder I
was holding against my boner as I walked in my heels. I was going to get him so
good. My own excitement flowed from knowing how outraged hurt he would be if he
knew who I really was.

The place he suggested for drinks turned out to be a restaurant, and a nice one.
The tables were covered in white tablecloths, and each table was  pretty
private, off in its own corner of the office.

We talked about work, and I flirted with him intensely, rubbing my leg up
against his.  We ordered dinner as we ate, I made him laugh with my little
jokes, and when he told his stupid jokes, I acted amused. I acted impressed when
he told me about his life.  He had all kinds of stories.  As I smiled and
laughed, I was really seething behind my made-up face and altered-color eyes. I
hated this man more than anything in the world, and deceiving him was my perfect
way of getting him.

I asked him if he wanted to see a magic trick. He said, sure.

I looked around us to see if anyone was watching. Nobody was. The moment was
ripe. I slipped under the table, onto my knees in front of him. I was totally
hidden under the table by the long white tablecloth.

He started to stop me but I shushed him.  It was dark, but there was enough
light that I could see what I was doing.

I took a deep breath, and unzipped his pants.  With my feminized hands, I
reached in and pulled out his dick. His big dick -- it was bigger than I was
expecting. It was big and starting to get even bigger.

The rage I felt at this man for stealing the love of my life made my own
excitement build.  I was grasping the penis of the man who was banging the woman
I loved, and this guy was dumb enough to love it.  Here I was, a man in a
disguise, and this big-dicked idiot couldn’t tell the difference.  My own dick
began to get hard under my skirt..

I heard the waiter come by and saw his shoes from under the tablecloth. My hand
never stopped stroking as Jason told him I’d gone to the bathroom.

Eventually the waiter left. Without hesitation, I licked my lips and lowered my
head, engulfing his cock in my mouth.

It was hot and tasted salty, and was just about the biggest thing I could get my
jaw around. I could feel Jason's quickening heartbeat in the back of my throat.

Now was the big moment. I thought back to when Monica had sucked my dick, and
the technique she used.  My mission was to outdo her, and I knew I wouldn't
fail.  

I used my tongue on the head of his dick, and massaged his balls with my hand.
My other hand released my own dick from where it was hidden.  The experience of
deceiving this piece of crap excited me, and I started to stroke myself. My
anger at this stuck-up asshole, this dumb rich loser drove my sense of winning.
What could be better revenge for his behavior? Here I was, a man in a disguise,
jerking myself off right under him, while I tickled the head of his cock with
the tip of my tongue? And all the while, the idiot had no idea his girlfriend’s
ex-husband-to-be was the one giving him the best head of his life.

I felt Jason was about to come. I could feel his enormous member twitching in my
mouth. I started to come too - I was sucking him off  better than Monica ever
could.   As I jerked myself to completion, dribbling onto the carpet under his
chair, I felt him begin to finish inside me -- his cum shot into my mouth, down
my throat.  Just like Monica did, but better, I swallowed every drop he put into
me. Every twitch that brought more of his seed into my mouth was confirmation I
was winning, that he was putty in my hands.  I licked his dick clean.  I tucked
his dick back into his pants and gave it a little pat-pat. He zipped himself up,
as I tucked my own dick back into my disguise.  I peeked from under the
tablecloth to make sure my return to my seat wouldn’t be noticed, and then I
very calmly emerged and sat back in my chair.

He was red-faced and panting. He looked lost for words.

Without saying anything, I raised my napkin to my mouth, and wiped away a little
cum that had dribbled from the corner of my mouth. I put the napkin down and
reached across to pick up my glass of wine.  I took a sip very demurely, raised
my eyebrows and smiled.  Then I said, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

He gulped and composed himself. “Why don’t we get the check,” he said...

We got back to his place and went right to the bedroom. I undressed him and I
let him undress me, slowly. I swear, his big hands were almost trembling. I
giggled, watching the man I hated most in the world fumble trying to take my bra
off, delighting in imagining his disgust and horror if he knew the beautiful
perky breasts on my chest were fakes made of rubber, hiding the flat chest of
the man he had wronged.  I looked at his huge cock begin to rise in front of me
again.  His dick didn’t know the difference, and neither did he!

He liked that I giggled. He thought I was excited —- and I was, at the fact he
was so easily falling deeper into my trap.  

I pushed him back into the bed and climbed on top of him. We kissed.  It was our
first kiss! My tongue played with his, as I reached between us and caressed his
dick again.  He was a good kisser, and passionate. I could taste the wine we had
at dinner. The more I saw what a tender man he was, the happier I was that my
deception would tear him and Monica apart. She didn't deserve him.

I got on top of  him and positioned his dick at the vagina of my disguise. I’d
already moistened myself covertly while he was undressing me. Locking eyes with
him, I slowly impaled myself on his dick, inch by inch, taking him inside my
disguise. I let my mouth open and closed my eyes, moaning as if with pleasure --
when my real feeling was delight,  delight that he was such an idiot, such a
dimwit, that a man in a latex disguise was bouncing up and down on him, another
hard dick right next to his, and he was none the wiser. The horror for him if he
knew what was really happening in that room!

After some time, we switched places. I got on my back and he got on top of me.he
was gentle as he put himself back inside, and we both moaned. He leaned into me.
I pulled his head to my neck, and put my tongue in his ear. I could tell he
loved that — he started thrusting harder and harder! With every thrust he
cemented my power over him, the real ness for him of my deception, and my
excitement was building — I came at the same time he did, my dick pressed
between us, his huge cock inside.

As we caught our breath, he whispered in my ear, ‘you’re amazing.’ I bit my lip
with glee and whispered back ‘you too,’ joyful at the how excellently my plan
was unfolding.  We lay together on the bed. I knew I’d done it. I knew he’d
fallen for me.

Jason and I went on two more dates before he left Monica. Of course, Jason had
no idea I even knew who Monica was. He didn’t even tell me he was seeing someone
else when we were going out.

I found out through mutual friends. Monica was devastated. I was delighted! I
would sit at my desk at work, looking at her miserable social media posts about
hating men, and hating dating. I would get a hard-on just thinking about it.

My revenge continued as my relationship with Jason grew even closer, even more
emotionally intimate.  We didn’t just fuck — we had long, winding conversations
that would last for hours.  Well, not 'us,' really -- Jason, and the character I
had created from whole cloth to seduce and trap him. I created a whole person in
Kate, with an entire fictional childhood and fears and dreams.

I even taught myself to cry on demand, and sometimes I would tear up while
describing my past, and Jason would tenderly comfort me -— I loved it.  Behind
my fake tears I was loving my complete control over his reality.  I had made him
fall in love with my fake persona, a woman who didn’t exist outside of my
imagination and creation. I had every fiber of his being wrapped around my
little finger. My revenge on him grew sweeter and sweeter, as he cradled me in
his big arms.

Jason kept getting promoted at work. Eventually he suggested I quit my job and
move in with him. I said yes, of course. I moved out of the apartment I rented
as Kate as into his house!  We slept together every night, and went on weekend
trips together. I started taking classes and worked part-time as a yoga
instructor.

Every afternoon I would sit in Jason’s house and think about how perfect and
complete my vengeance was on him, the asshole who stole the love of my life, and
get so excited that I would get hard, and I would pull my cock out from behind
my disguise and jerk off, right in the middle of the rooms where Jason and I
lived, moaning in my Kate voice, coming into Jason's socks.  Then he would come
home from work, and I would make us dinner, and I would come again every night
when Jason and I made love.  The more intensely he moaned and gasped at my
caresses and licks, the more fully I avenged myself...

Eventually,  Jason asked me to marry him. I said yes, of course. We set a date
in June, an intimate wedding in a small chapel. I wore a white dress, big enough
below the waist to hide my excitement. I had so totally deceived Jason that he
was marrying me -- Kate, a person who didn't exist!  We kissed passionately at
the altar, of course, and even more passionately that night.

Sometimes I still check up on Monica, to see what she's up to.  She's married
some other man, and she looks happy in her posts. But me, I know the truth, that
deep down she is miserable she lost Jason, devastated deep inside that such a
handsome and strong and successful man dumped her.  And as for Jason, well, my
revenge continues.  I hate him so much! In fact, I need to go -- I need to
prepare our dinner. I'm already thinking about what we'll do in bed later...
How I'll pleasure him... Revenge is sweet!