I went through a rocky patch with my ex and during that time she accused me of cheating. There was no evidence at all (as I wasn't) but she latched onto anything that she could twist into some suggestion that I was playing away. One day we bumped into an old mutual friend who asked if we were going to the pub that evening as there was a live band on and she was so quick to try and make sure I was still busy that even the friend seemed to feel a little awkward. The constant accusations and now this so maybe she must be cheating.
I didn't let on and confirmed that I would indeed be busy but cancelled my plans and followed her. I arrived at the pub and was able to get a good vantage point over the road where I could see in through one of the windows. The window looked over the seats that we often sat in with other friends when we went there and whilst it wasn't a perfect view, I watched as she flirted a lot, got bought drinks, and enjoyed being the centre of attention with a few of the regulars.
Seeing her clearly getting excited by the attention and being increasingly flirtatious with each drink was surprisingly arousing. Anticipating that each new interaction would be more flirtatious than before was exciting.
I watched as the little pecks on the cheek she gave to thank for a drink changed to include a hug, a squeeze, before their hands started wandering hands over her body. At first it was a lingering hand on the back, then a little lower and soon her bum was being patted and she didn't flinch.
One man seemed to be very keen to ensure her glass was always full. Not the same one from earlier in the day and someone I'd actually never met before but was clearly part of the social group on some level. It was his hand that was wandering with each drink and seeing a man "claim" her with his hand resting on her ass and she didn't object had many conflicting emotions. He leant in and whispered in her ear before squeezing her bum, she clearly liked what she heard as she made her excuses and went to the toilet which were down a quite corridor. He soon followed.
Knowing the layout of the pub I knew that if they were looking for somewhere secluded to be alone then it would be the courtyard at the back. And if that was where they were headed then I could make my way down the side alley and get a good vantage point for the show.
I was right and as I got to the courtyard I could see into the rear entry of the pub where she'd waited in the corridor for him to catch her up.
He put his hands around her middle from behind, pulled her to him and kissed her neck. She relaxed into him and tilted her head to let him enjoy her.
She turned, put her arms around his neck and my woman was kissing another man! My cock nearly exploded as I watched from the shadows. His hands, squeezed her bum, pulling her cheeks apart before lifting her short tartan skirt and ran his fingers around the inside of the waistband of her sexy thong. The thing she wore for me when she wanted me to take advantage whilst we were out. All the while, enjoying a passionate kiss and holding his head.
Before he found her treasure and touched what would clearly have been a very wet pussy, he broke from their embrace and took her down the corridor and in to the deserted courtyard.
This was perfect. I'd already managed to sneak through and hide myself behind a dwarf wall with a hedge row above it. Peering through the gaps at the bottom of the hedge I watched.
He sat down at a wooden bench and she was swaying, almost dancing to the music in her head. He reached out to her, putting his hands on her thighs to encourage her closer. She complied, waiving her arms above her as if she were a flame. His hands slid up her legs and under her skirt. As he coaxed her to turn his back to him, he released one hand and pressed it into the small if her back. She knew what this meant and dutifully bent forward from the waist.
His hand returned under her skirt and slowly slid them down to her thighs, pulling her thong with them.
Once at her knees they fell and she casually stepped out of them.
She stood up, turned to him and pulled up the front of her skirt.
I couldn't hear what she said but no doubt it would have been something like "kitty's hungry". She always referred to it as kitty when she was horny.
Her man leaned back, unbuckled his belt and sliding down his jeans, exposing an impressive semi-hard cock.
Clearly realising he wasn't quite as ready as she was, she dropped to her knees and started to stroke and admire his cock. Taking it in here hands and slowly pulling the skin back to expose the purple head.
It twitched. He was clearly enjoying the attention. His impressive cock was growing hard with each stroke and she had to have it. She lowered her head, rubbing the purple bulge across her face, watching him as she revelled in the feel and scent of him. She touched it to her lips, kissing gently and gliding her pursed lips down his shift.
Despite her being a filthy cheating slut at this point, I knew he was in for a treat. She loved cock and would take time to worship such a fine specimen.
Her lips parted as she let her tongue explore his shaft, applying a little pressure with her teeth. Moving up and down, licking all around the shaft as her hand continued to tease his gland with gentle wanks.
After what must have felt like an eternity in heaven for him, she moved her mouth to his eager bulb, kissing at first, then teasing it with her tongue, pressing at his eye.
Her hand stroked down, further than before, fully exposing the head as she slowly enveloped it with her mouth.
Fully engulfing it, her tongue clearly exploring every curve, he was now fully erect, hard as steel. Just how she liked it.
She dipped her head and swallowed as much of his cock as she could, inching it in, further and further, until she gagged.
The pace quickened, sucking and wanking, pausing only to take as much as she could, always gagging on his large cock. No doubt enjoying it as she'd been used to an average cock for the last few years.
She broke away from orally pleasing him after a few mins and spoke to him, clearly asking him to fuck her. She stood up and stepped back, resting her bum on the end of a solid wooden table.
He got up, at least 8 or 9 inches sticking our like an angry sword, ready to impale its victim. Ready to thrust deep and hard into its prize.
He dropped he's jeans and stepped out of them.
"Come here big boy" she cooed as she seductively beckoned him over with a finger.
He didn't need asking twice.
As he approached her he reached down and grabbed her legs behind the knee and pushed her back. She allowed him to position her, exposing herself to him, letting him see all of what she was giving so willing to him, glistening in the moonlight, clearly excited at the prospect of what was to come, of being used.
He couldn't resist. He lowered his head, savouring her intoxicating scent, getting high on her aroma. Before dipping his head the extra inch or so and devouring her as an animal devours his prey.
His mouth gently but firmly bit around her lips before his expert tongue quickly found her bud and teased from it's hood.
She moaned with pleasure, arched her back and grabbed his head with one hand. The other had reached under her top and found her breast. Her nipples sending shocks through her body with every stroke and tweak. If there was ever one thing that got her in the mood was firmly playing with her nipples.
It wouldn't be long. I knew how her body worked. With all this anticipation she would be ready to orgasm quickly. The first of many if he knew what he was doing, and it looked liked he did.
His playful bite gave way to more assertive and determined licking, his tongue rolling her bud around, applying pressure then releasing. Breaking only to bite her inner thighs or slide his tongue down her lips to taste he wetness, pushing into her, filling her body with pleasure.
By now his hand had moved to her pussy and his fingers were teasing her, circling her wetness and dipping slightly in.
With expert touch, his tongue start to work her clip and he teased one, then two fingers inside, getting the angle so he could hook them inside and press on the front.
Within seconds she was gone, her moans and movements giving away her state, letting him know what he needed to do. Faster and harder his fingers worked inside as his tongue firmly rolled the bud around.
She came. Loud and hard. Her back arched, her body writhed. He held her, stopping her from pulling away from the intensity of the feelings racing through her body, pressing her clit with his tongue and then gently sucking it, biting her pussy as it filled his mouth.
I'd tasted that before. I loved how she rewarded me.
After a few seconds he relaxed, she slumped on the table. She was spent. She was his. She'd give herself to him any way he wanted.
Looking at how proud his cock was, he wouldn't take long. He picked up her legs, pushed he back on the table and slipped into her. He was big. He was hard. She felt him pushing in, small movements as he used her wetness, her cum, to lubricate his cock. She was having every inch of him. It would all soon be deep inside her, fucking her hard. She knew she was about to be used. She wanted to be his prize. She wanted to feel him.
He'd worked it in. Inch by inch he'd slid into her. Her moans encouraging him.
And then he started. Slowly at first, taking the full length out and leaving just the head in. Then a deliberate and purposeful thrust pushed back in. She gasped as the air left her lungs, her pussy stretched deliciously.
And again... and again. The pace quickening. Each thrust sending shocks from her already tingling pussy throughout her body.
He was fucking her, building his rhythm, no thoughts for his prey. She was there to please him. And she was, letting him use her.
And after a few strong and fast thrusts, the tell-tale bucking was there as his guttural, throaty groans told her that he was erupting inside her, deep inside her. Cum spewing deeper in her pussy than ever before.
His thrusts, hard, sporadic, deep.
He collapsed on her, barely supporting his weight with his arms. Still inside her, still twitching. She caressed him as a queen embraces her king. He had conquered her.
They kissed, with passion... With love. She had given everything to him.
I knew then, in that moment, in that embrace, her heart and body were his for the taking.
I needed my revenge... |
