Payback is a Bitch
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My wife Laura had been at her sister's in Cornwall for three days. She'd gone to visit her after the Bank Holiday and but for a late call into work to deal with a serious computer glitch I'd have been there too. I was half glad because although I loved visiting her sister, the trip to Cornwall was tedious five hours to say the least and to be honest, I just couldn’t be arsed. Maybe it was that, maybe it was that we weren't getting on at the moment and five hours in a car with her picking holes in every fucker who overtook or drove too close for comfort, would have got on my tits more than any of her other idiosyncrasies currently were. Anyway, we'd agreed that her spending a week or so on her own with her sister Jenny may do us good. Absence and all that.
“Don't forget to send me pictures,” I said as I closed the car door for her.
“Yeah right,” she said waving her hand out the window as she pulled off down the street.
She knew what I meant. I'd tried for years to get her to send me nude pictures of herself whenever we were apart, but with limited success. Ironically it was her sister Jenny who'd given me the idea. She'd been having an affair on and off for years and had told Laura that she would often take pictures of herself and text them to her lover, telling Laura that it was a huge turn-on for them both. We'd done it for a while when I was working away for a week at a time, but Laura had never felt truly comfortable with it. Coming up with a list of excuses every time I'd asked; the kids, the place, not in the mood, ME! She'd never appreciated any reciprocal shots that I'd sent either.
I'd stopped asking.
We'd discussed role play and fantasies, but the former was out and the latter was private! She'd tell me the fantasy so far, but no detail. Always too embarrassed to release her inner thoughts, love her! So her erotic thoughts stayed wrapped up in her own mind. Frustrating to say the least, but hey ho, our love life remained vanilla.
I knew that Laura had had her fair share of lovers before we'd met, but that had never bothered me. Indeed there were some things that she'd done that I wanted her to elaborate on as I felt that they were highly arousing; Wanking a guy off in a park, fucking some guy in her parent's bed, dressing in next to nothing at some toga party and flirting outrageously - probably got fucked rotten that night, but she'd never let on!
Yes, she was younger, slimmer, felt sexy, had no kids and was carefree, but in my eyes she still was. I could never get her to think away from the negatives of her life, and over the years I'd become frustrated at trying to do so.
We'd done our fair share of experimental or risqué sex, but Laura it seemed always felt embarrassed afterwards and so those times had become fewer and fewer, dwindling to nothing and as they had, so my lust had waned. Lovemaking had reached the mundane and repetitive; always in bed, always the same. Was I to blame? Possibly, but I was past caring, past trying, past wanting.
It had all came to a head some fifteen years ago when I’d come close to an affair. The temptation was too great and I’d succumbed somewhat to the charms of a work colleague, though the affair, as such, never got past a kiss and a quick fingering in a layby. I couldn’t hide the fact that I’d done something and, though I’d never admitted to anything, she’d pressed on various occasions over those years to get me to admit more. That I didn’t it would seem was one short of the last straw and whilst we didn’t split I could see where the brother/sister type relationship that people talked about came from.
We’d rebuilt what we could and although we continued the physical side of the relationship my infidelity and betrayal as such, had left just that little something missing. Since then I’d felt that sex was about satisfying her needs never mine or ‘ours’. When an opportunity like this came up for Laura to visit her family on her own, we took it as her needing a break and so she travelled alone.
We called and texted throughout the week, but there was nothing remotely entertaining, exciting or interesting. That was until the Friday when she called to tell me that she and her sister Jenny were going into Truro on Saturday for a girly night out with a crowd of Jenny's friends. Although it was only seventeen miles away the group were going to be staying over at a small hotel in the city.
Fair do's I thought and told her so. I'd had enough boys' weekends away in my time, including one in Truro for an ‘exiled’ mate. I told her to go and enjoy herself.
“Who knows,’ she said, ‘I may even find my fantasy man!”
A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarmed down through my belly and exited my loins as her statement caught me completely unawares.
“Oh yeah!” I replied taken aback but quickly regaining my senses. “You go for it, babe!” I said, playing along, but not believing for a minute that she had any intention of doing any such thing. We made small talk for a while before hanging up.
This had Jenny written all over it and Jen knew some ways of spicing a situation up. Fuck knows what they'd had time to talk about that past week. Several times in the past Laura had told me of the things that Jen had got up to over the years and each of them more outrageous than anything Laura had told me of herself, and each time I thought why couldn't you be more like that?! There was a little flame burning away for Jenny! I was smiling as I hung up, but this changed to puzzlement.
'Yeah, you do it, babe,' I thought to myself, 'knock yourself out. I'll play along'
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Saturday morning came and I lounged in bed a while. I contemplated a wank at the thought of Laura fucking or being fucked by some other guy, but it wasn't happening. The thought of it aroused me, but at the same time, it turned me somewhat. I got up and went for a walk along the coast to empty my head instead.
At three o’clock I got a text to tell me that they were off to catch the bus, followed by another a while later to tell me they'd cracked the first bottle of wine on the bus. I smiled wryly. I'd arrived at more than a few places too pissed to remember where I was going!
I received further updates where I was informed that their drinking was moderate (long night ahead) and then a few picture texts; group shots of all the girls, the hotel room, Laura smiling holding a bottle of lager, Jen smiling holding a bottle of vodka.
I smiled ironically. 'Yeah way to go girls, that's moderate! You mix your drinks.'
I put my phone down and went to make a snack. Half an hour later my phone buzzed. A multimedia message from Jenny. I downloaded a video of Laura; she was dressed in black lace panties, stockings and suspenders, her ack to the camera she bent over, looking into a bag. She could be heard incoherently chatting away to Jen and as she bent over the camera zoomed in on her arse. There was a brief glimpse of bare flesh in the crotch. Jen could be heard cheering - ‘Woo hoo!’ before Laura turned around and attacked her yelling. The video stopped.
I smiled, but at the same time was dismayed that the video had stopped. I didn't know what sort of night they were out on, but I couldn't remember the last time Laura wore anything like that. Were they crotchless knickers or just a narrow crotch? I don't recall Laura having anything crotchless in her collection. She'd always gone for popper crotch teddies or bodies. Mind you I hadn't seen her in one of those for a while either! I replayed the video and took in the full curves of her ass and her shapely thighs before pausing and zooming in as she bent over.
'Nice!' I nodded. The lace material had parted slightly as she'd bent over and yes, I had seen bare flesh. Closer inspection showed it to be the puffy lips of her labia looking to make good their escape from the parting sides of the crotch.
“Fuck me I hope you've still got them when you come home, babe,” I said quietly to myself.
Half an hour later I got a further update. A picture of Laura holding a glass of wine next to her face with a big cheesy grin. She stood in, what I assumed from earlier to be, stockings with a black skirt that sat a few inches above the knee and a cream blouse, open at the neck. She was made up, her eyes were clearly sparkling and her brunette, shoulder-length curls were perfectly coiffed and seemingly full of bounce. She looked stunning and I texted her to say so.
‘You look beautiful. Hope you have a great night. Go fluster a few souls!’
I received a reply a few minutes later.
‘Thank you x. Don't worry I will.’
I smiled, then thought a while. Was there any hidden meaning in her response? I was useless at this shit! Did she mean that she'd have a good time, or that she'd fluster a few souls? Texts! Bleeding useless in their brevity. I dismissed the thoughts out of hand.
'Getting old and paranoid boy!' I told myself.
I went to the kitchen and cracked a bottle of red wine. I chose a Merlot, like I had any idea that I knew what I was doing. In reality, I’d picked it because I could lose my thumb in the recess under the heel of the bottle, which allegedly indicated that it was a good wine. That and it was thirteen percent, which told me I'd be slaughtered on a bottle of the stuff. I went back into the lounge and settled myself down to watch whatever crap Saturday night TV could throw at me.
Four glasses of Chateau Toutigeac later I dozed off just as Arnie set off to save the world; or at least his part of it.
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My phone buzzed violently on the coffee table in front of me. I snorted in a deep breath and looked around to get my bearings. My mouth was already dry from the dehydrating effects of the wine and I rolled my tongue around my mouth and teeth as I gained focus on the now motionless phone, its screen aglow telling me that I had a message. I picked it up and opened a message from Laura.
'Hi honey. Having a great time. The girls are mad. At The Office (nightclub) and actually met one of my old boyfriends. He's back visiting too! Lol’
'Tidy!' I responded. What was I supposed to say to such an inane text? 'So long as you're all having a good time.'
Still half asleep I thought about her text and responded again.
'Well, I hope he can see now what he's missing!'
As the message winged its way to her I pictured the club she was in as I'd been there myself. I thought also about the guy she’d mentioned. I'd known of him since Laura and I had been together. They'd gone out when they were in their comp (high school) athletics team. She was the sprint champion, he did the 400m. Laura always spoke of him with affection.
I could picture him because he went on to play professional rugby and had ended up playing near us in Wales, so his mug was always on the TV. I recalled a good looking man with powerful build. My saving grace was that he had only got there through the use of steroids. That and the fact that he was a good bit shorter than me, which in my book gave him short man syndrome. Not much to go on, but it kept me happy.
My phone buzzed. 'Do you think I should show him?!'
‘Show him what?’ I thought before replying; 'Why, can't he see how stunning you are?'
'Not yet no lol,’ came a rather swift response.
Lol? Bleedin' Lol! Sometimes I hated text speak.
‘What are you going to show him?' I replied naively fishing and goading. Let's be outrageous and push the point then, I thought.
'Perhaps you need to show him your hotel shots then! Lol,' I replied, the sarcasm probably lost in the text.
Another swift response.
'I might. He's been touching me up on the dance floor!'
‘Cheeky fucker!’ I thought. You had your chance mate.
Something stirred within me and it wasn't anger. I felt my heart thumping in my chest and my arms felt weak, almost like I'd just finished a weights session. I was aroused! Turned on by the situation that I found myself in. My wife was too far away for me to do anything about anything and she was flirting with a former beau. I thought for a minute then texted her back.
‘Well if you haven't slapped his face you probably should do!’
My stomach churned as I hit send. I stewed for five minutes when I didn't get a response, but realised either her phone was back in her bag or she was on the dance floor again.
I sat and waited. After another five minutes with no response, I went and poured myself a coke from the fridge, in an attempt to both quench my thirst and wake me up some. I went back to my chair, caught the end of Arnie and started flicking through the channels.
A buzz from the coffee table and Laura’s name shone out at me. The message came immediately, but the attachment was a potch trying to open.
‘What to do?’ she’d written, ‘Went to the loo and discovered this …’
I struggled to open the attachment – a picture. Despite my best attempts, I couldn’t get Laura to upgrade her phone and she insisted on a basic model with a camera facility.
For ease, I downloaded the attachment then opened it up from my gallery. The image was close up and slightly out of focus, but given the earlier video there was no doubting the content. It was a close up of a crotch and I guessed that it was Laura’s. Black lace was parted and her puffy labia could be seen protruding through the lacy slit. My cock twitched and a thousand cold butterflies took off in my chest again, playing fuck with my nervous system and making the phone twitch in my hand. A closer look (this was turning me on) showed those lips to be glistening.
‘Pussy juice! Oh, you naughty bitch!’ I thought.
My fingertips slid to life on my screen.
‘Very nice babe. Was that the loo in the hotel?’ I hit send.
Fuck! Was she playing games with me or was she fucking about with him? She’d always said that she’d never go with another man, even to the extent of us ever divorcing. To her, it was the last taboo, that last trust. Was she changing her mind? Another buzz.
‘No, that was taken ten minutes ago. After I got off the dance floor. Dirty dancing!! I forgot how big Gerry was, grinding against me’
I wasn’t getting this! Was she making this up? I went over things in my mind. The pussy picture. Can’t say she’d taken that a while back - not with those knickers, they’re for real!
What about the guy, Gerry? I knew him to be real I’d met him, but was he there? She'd never said he was big before!!
Go on then, let’s up the stakes.
‘How big tho, babe? No picture of it!’ Not sure what I was thinking anymore,
Her response came back within a minute.
‘Give me ten, he’s just at the bar!’
She ended the message with that winking face again. It was either a good ruse or Laura was getting cocky – so to speak. I went to the fridge and grabbed the coke, then took the half bottle of Jack from the cupboard under the TV. I poured myself two fingers and topped the tumbler with coke. I may as well enjoy this.
My phone lit up a quarter of an hour later. No message. Two attachments. The butterflies had become hummingbirds! I downloaded them and headed across my phone to the gallery to discover my latest instalments.
I nearly spilt my drink on the first one; a semi-erect cock hanging out of the zipper of a pair of fawn chinos. I took a sip of my drink to calm myself as I scrolled the screen to the next picture… then spluttered and snorted the mix out of my nose. Another cock! Erect this time with a woman’s fingers wrapped around it and seemingly tugging the taut skin tighter down the length of the shaft.
My body trembled. My fingers seemed to stiffen and unable to perform the simplest function on my phone, but I had to. I had to use them to zoom in on the picture – specifically on the hand, because wasn’t that? Yes, it was! That was Laura’s ring! I recognised the emerald centre stone because I’d picked it out on a visit to a Hatton Garden merchant when I worked in London! Fuck, she wasn’t having me on! I took a controlled sip of my drink, subconsciously brushing my shirt as I lowered it. I had to think. My mind raced and I started clutching at straws as my mind raced through scenarios.
‘I bet that was her sister Jenny’s hand and she’d given her the ring! Nah, wouldn’t fit. Bigger hands, bigger fingers.
Ok, it was a dare. She’d got some random to slap his old boy out.
No! That definitely wasn’t her way of thinking.
Ok, so it was for real!
Gerry was there, he’d be game for a quick hand shandy for old times’ sake. A laugh. Take the piss out of your old man!
So what was she going to do now?
Ask her ya muppet! Ask her!
My mind finished its self-interrogation and I started to swipe my keypad.
‘Cripes, he’s not very big! (Sarcasm, that made me feel better – NOT!) Where’d you take it, in the bar? How’d you get that hard so quickly?’
Random questions seeking answers that I didn’t really want. I sat with a cold chill, quietly shaking about the situation. It was a situation that I couldn’t do anything about, yet through my own naivety had escalated this far. She could have done all this and not said a word, but no, she wanted me to know. Wanted me to see these things. Where was it going now? Where would it end?
The first of those answers lit my screen up. My phone buzzed quietly now on my lap, the corner of it vibrating up against my own knob which, seemingly unbeknownst to me, had joined the fun and sat half hard in my jeans. I’m sure I sensed precum! I picked the phone up and popped the waist button on my Levi’s.
A message and another attachment.
‘This may have helped!’
Another smilie ended the message. My mind raced, as did my heart, as I sent the attachment on its way. I made sure not to take a drink and tapped across a few screens to my gallery to view the picture. A picture looking down on a head . . . a head covered in thick, wavy, well-coiffed, brunette hair. A head with a hairy, male hand on top that was holding it steady whilst a cock was being sucked into the mouth that lay beneath the hair.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was I angry? No, I wasn’t, I was aroused!
I slipped the zip on my jeans as well and reached my left hand into my tight black shorts. My fingers slipped over the near fully erect skin of my cock to my foreskin where I encountered slippery, now cold, precum in the folds of my foreskin. My cock twitched rapidly to its fully erect state even as I extracted it and slid the foreskin back over my bulging knob.
Fuck! For the first time in ages, years it seemed, my wife had gotten me excited and it wasn’t by doing something to me. With me even!
‘You horny bitch,’ I thought, ‘I knew you had it in you!’
Did I want this? I wasn’t certain. Sure it could’ve been payback for my own misdemeanours, but was this how I wanted it to be? Whatever. There wasn’t much I could do about it now. I couldn’t send her a text asking her to stop, could I?
‘Sorry babe, you’ve proved your point, can you stop now please? There’s a darling. Thanks.’
Besides, who was I to say such a thing? Who was I to now know if she was even coming home next week? Fuck it. I’m aroused, I’ll continue the charade. If nothing else maybe I deserve it.
‘Fucking way to go babe. Does that mean I stand a chance of one next week?’
Her reply came back ten minutes later.
‘Who knows? I haven’t finished yet. Just pulling up outside the hotel’
The message ended in another smilie. I hadn’t had this many smilies off her – ever! I resigned myself to the fact that she’d be going full hog with him and texted her back.
‘Enjoy! xx’
I attached my own two smilies. One happy for her. One sad for me. It was the only thing I could think to send. Her response was quick in coming back.
‘Oh I will x’
That was a kick in the balls! Fuck! Smug bitch! She’s loving this!
I bit my lip. Too hard. I was frustrated. I was horny. I wanted to do the same thing to her, but couldn’t. I didn’t have the balls – or the gumption!
I flicked back over the texts and the pictures. They were arousing, but not now to the same extent. Not now that those moments were long past into the evening. I thought of having a hard wank, but couldn’t find it in me. Frustrated I left my dick flop down and watched as it lost its hardness and became flaccid - with a very wet knob!
I picked the remote up and sat flicking through channels again and refilled my drink. It was midnight. Fuck it, I’m not going to bed. Bed seemed too lonely right now.
Half twelve and my phone buzzed again. A multimedia message from an anonymous source. No message.
I looked on it puzzled, then took it through the same routine as the other messages and sent it on its way for what turned out to be a longer download than I’d previously encountered. I tapped across screens disheartened, bemused and somewhat excited. I pursed my mouth tight not knowing what to expect.
It was a video taken in subdued lighting and in a strangely familiar room. Laura stood once again in black lace panties, stockings and suspenders. This time her tits hung loose over the cups of the matching bra. Her nipples were hard as she tweaked them provocatively at the camera. She turned her back to the camera, bent over and took hold of the arms of a chair. She looked pissed and could be heard to say “Come on then,” as she bent over further and the camera moved forward and zoomed in on her arse. It lowered to take in the magnificent sight of her arse with that black lace slipping between her cheeks, then lower still and around, to this time take in the gaping slit in the panties and her gorgeous wet pussy lips protruding from their midst.
I watched, desperate. Desperate to be there. To be this person. This guy. This fucking Gerry!
The camera came back up to Laura’s arse and pulled out a bit to reveal the tip of an erect cock that I assumed had previously been in her mouth. I watched as his hand took the rigid flesh of his shaft and nudged his knob against the black material covering her arse, before slipping it, lubricated by his precum, along the crack in her cheeks and down towards his treasure. My treasure!
The camera moved down and picked up the parting of both the lace and her soaking labia. His bulbous head parting her lips further. Then an impatient voice. Laura’s voice.
‘Oooh put it in!’
I watched the thrust as his cock forced its way in full length, parting her cunt easily and thrusting deep and hard into her soft velvet confines. Those lovely soft cunt walls that I knew so well, yet barely knew at all these days and then . . . then, the video stopped!
I stopped with it. My mind frozen. Yeah, ‘put it in’ I mused. That’s my Laura . . . Impatient! We had a lot to talk about tomorrow!
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