Revenge Is Best Served Hot: 3 Novella Bundle (Revenge Is Best Served Hot (Powerful Women Series))

by C. C. Morian

  “Anything you say,” breathed Dave. “Man, just the thought of it. . .”

  Lisa let go of Dave’s cock, wrapping his fingers around himself. “Let’s pretend right now. Pretend that you are watching me, with—someone else. And I wanted to start off that way, with you just watching, before you joined in. Would you do that for me?”

  “Yes, yes, if that’s what you wanted.”

  “You could touch yourself, just like you are now, while I’m, while we’re—I mean, while someone else is doing something to me.” Lisa yanked the sheets off the bed, revealing herself, totally naked, knowing it would shock him, but not as much as what she did next, she thrust her fingers in her pussy, she was wet, more than she had expected, even after preparing for this, and when she removed her hand she felt her juices, her other hand already on her clit, rubbing madly.

  Lisa held her hand up, watching Dave stare at it, mesmerized, knowing for sure now what he was thinking, the fantasy she had planted in his mind, her being licked by another woman, by the beautiful Lori. Lisa moaned, her mind had been on Jamal, not Lori, but now she was thinking about it too, everything backfiring, the thought so unexpected, imagining her friend Lori between her legs, something she’d never, ever considered.

  Then it was Jamal again, back and forth, Lori and Jamal, each of them licking her, her fingers soaked. She changed hands again, feeling Dave tense next to her, his breathing as ragged as hers, his eyes still on her fingers, and even though she wasn’t touching him she knew he was close, and she mashed her fingers into his face, into his mouth, driving her musk into his nose, let him take that back to his bitch, lavender be damned.

  And the power of that thought, her sweet revenge, drove her fingers into a fury, and she screamed, her orgasm a knife, reaching out through her other hand, into Dave’s face, into his mouth.

  Lisa didn’t know if he came, and she didn’t care.

  The next three days Dave followed Lisa around like a puppy, trying to wiggle details out of her, wanting to know about the threesome, why she had thought about it, when it would happen, where. Lisa said very little, just gave him tantalizing hints, how she needed a little more time to get used to the idea, of making it a reality.

  Actually she was ready now, she had made up her mind. She wasn’t going to let anything happen anyway, it would all be for show, a way to really get back at Dave, smashing him with her knowledge of his infidelity. It would be the final chapter. And her revenge.

  At night Lisa wouldn’t have sex with him, she told him she wanted him primed and ready, she didn’t want him used up. Dave had protested, telling her he couldn’t think of anything else, Lisa urging him to share his expectations, and sure enough, Dave was thinking of Lori. Lisa listened to him talk, hesitatingly at first, and then, when Lisa did nothing to correct him, he added more and more detail, Lisa pretending she was taking mental notes, saying hmm, that sounds interesting, giving him the idea that she was going to do whatever he dreamed up. Dave got so into it, Lisa still refusing to have sex with him, still telling him she wanted him to be ready, so he masturbated, Lisa smiling inwardly, the more worked up he got, the harder he would fall.

  She had to hide her reactions when Dave spoke about Lori, it was disgusting and sad, her husband telling her his fantasies about being with another woman, in her mind Lisa easily imagining Dave could just as well be talking about whoever he was cheating with. And as beautiful as Lori was, Lisa had never thought of her that way, someone to have sex with, except for the other day, when she had imagined Lori between her legs, and like most unbidden thoughts, once it was in her head she couldn’t get it out. Listening to Dave stroke himself madly she could picture it, Dave on the bed, jerking himself off, watching Lisa, her legs spread, her thighs covered by Lori’s long hair, Lori kissing her pussy. . .

  Lisa couldn’t help it, she was rubbing herself, falling into the very scenario she had planted in Dave’s head, not the one she and Lori had planned, but there it was, they were both getting turned on over the same thing, Dave pulling her hand toward his cock, Lisa jerking away, strong in her passion, wanting and needing only to please herself, amazed at her desire, she’d masturbated more in a week than she had in years, and again she was totally unaware of when Dave came, he must have grunted, but all she could hear was her own breathing, her own furious rubbing of her clit.

  By the end of the week Dave grew cold again, Lisa didn’t think he had gone back to the other woman, not yet, he hadn’t had time, but he had started to doubt her, he didn’t think Lisa was going to go through with it.

  “You’ve been jerking me around,” he said. “All this talk about a threesome.”

  “I told you, I just need to get ready,” said Lisa. “This is a big change for me.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I admit it’s been fun talking about it. But come on, we aren’t really going to do it, are we?”

  “Well, I guess that depends on you. Are you going to participate like you promised?”

  “I said I would. But will you do it?”

  “I told you I would,” said Lisa. “Have I ever lied to you?”

  Dave’s eyes flittered away. “I don’t think so.”

  “So you know I’ll do what I said.” And I’m not lying, thought Lisa. Dave had certainly looked guilty when she had mentioned lying. “Tomorrow night.”

  Dave’s eyes widened. “For real?”

  “For real,” said Lisa firmly.

  “Here?”

  Lisa shook her head. “I’d feel kind of funny about that. Our bed and everything. That’s just for us, don’t you think? And besides, I think it will be more exciting if we do it somewhere else, it will be so—wicked.”

  “Uh, sure. But where?”

  “Why, at Lori’s place,” said Lisa, as casually as she could. “Of course.” She could see Dave flush with excitement, the hook firmly in place.

  “She’s okay with that?”

  “It was her idea, actually.” But more and more, this was Lisa’s plan, because it was going to be her revenge.

  “So how do we do it? We just go over there after work?” Dave was almost salivating.

  “At seven,” said Lisa. “I’ll meet you there. It will be more exciting that way.” She brushed her hand against Dave’s crotch, not surprised he was hard. “And no masturbating before you get there. I want you primed and ready.”

  “You look amazing!” said Lori, as she let Lisa in.

  “It’s the clothes,” said Lisa. She had worn the new outfit, the one that she had bought for Dave, but because he had never noticed it, she decided she could redefine the way she felt about it, she could make it about the new Lisa, not the old Lisa.

  Lisa thought Lori looked pretty dazzling herself. Lori had always dressed sexily, form fitting dresses, chic blouses, usually in heels, always showing a bit of her wonderful cleavage. Lisa always knew Lori had a great figure, but she’d never thought of her in any kind of sexual way, that is, until all this talk of a threeway had started. Now she saw Lori for who she really was, a stunningly sensual woman, not only her body but her entire being, most of all her eyes, sparkling in a way she’d never seen brown eyes sparkle, Lisa thought she could fall into them. . .

  “It’s not too late to change your mind,” said Lori.

  “What?” Lisa’s mind had been so focused not only on going ahead, but going to a place that even Lori hadn’t contemplated. “No, really, I’m sure.”

  “Okay. I trust your judgment.” Lori wrapped her arms around Lisa, a warm hug, Lisa so aware of the other woman’s breasts, the sweet hint of her perfume, thank god, no lavender, a sensual scent, something buttery. . .

  It was hard for Lisa to break free, and when she did her breath was short, ragged. Fortunately Lori had turned to lead her into the living room.

  “You told Dave to get here at seven?” asked Lori, pouring Lisa some wine and handing her the glass.

  “Yes. And did you—”

  “Don’t worry, everything is set.” Lori clinked Lisa’s gla
ss in a toast. “This is going to be so wicked. I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

  “Me too,” admitted Lisa, wondering exactly what it was that Lori had been imagining.

  “Now, when Dave gets here, we’ll take him into my bedroom, tell him he has to wait and watch at first, okay?”

  Lisa nodded. They had discussed this. Whatever mistakes they made she was sure that Dave wouldn’t notice, he’d be so worked up with desire.

  Lisa put down her drink and smoothed her skirt. “Are you sure this is okay?” Sure of herself, yet not so sure, some last minute butterflies, not about what she wanted to do, but just how she wanted to do it.

  She wanted to look good. Not for Dave, but for herself, for—

  The doorbell rang.

  Lisa’s head snapped up, meeting Lori’s eyes, those beautiful, deep pools of playfulness, understanding, and acceptance.

  “Showtime,” said Lori.

  Lori went to open the door, Lisa suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, standing there, so glad they were not at her house, she needed the separation, the anonymity. She picked up her wine, took a big swig, more to have something to do with her hands than the need for the drink.

  “Hello, Dave, come in,” said Lori.

  Lisa watched as Lori leaned into her husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek, maybe pressing her full breasts into him, wondering what he’d be thinking, Lisa knew Dave liked large breasted women, she’d seen him ogling fake ones on television all the time.

  Lori led Dave by the hand into the living room. Lisa straightened up, keeping it together, she had to go through with this now.

  Dave was almost jumping with excitement, he moved in to kiss Lisa, but she turned her head just a little, not wanting to give him anything, not yet, letting the pressure build.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” said Dave. He was talking to Lisa, but his eyes were on Lori. “Lori, you look so hot.”

  “Thank you, Dave,” said Lori, giving him her sparkly eyes, eyes that hinted of everything and anything. “But don’t you think Lisa is pretty hot, too?”

  “She doesn’t need me to say she’s pretty,” said Dave. “She knows I think she is.” He barely glanced at Lisa, his eyes on Lori’s breasts.

  “Are you sure you are ready for this, Dave?” asked Lori. “I mean, it might be kind of a big thing for you to handle. Oh, listen to me, for all I know you’ve done this before.”

  “No, I really haven’t. And I’m ready for anything.” Dave looked at Lisa. “Although I must say I’m pretty shocked you are going through with it. Two women, wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “One thing at a time,” said Lisa. “Remember, this is all about me and you. And you promised to participate, I can’t do this without you.”

  “Sure, sure, I get it. What do we do now?”

  “Calm down, big boy!” admonished Lori. “Let’s not rush things. Personally,” she leaned in close to Dave, whispering in his ear, her eyes on Lisa behind him, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

  “I never knew you thought of me that way,” Dave gulped.

  Lori, her head still over Dave’s shoulder, rolled her eyes, and Lisa had to turn her head to stifle her laugh, Dave was such an egotistical jerk, thinking Lori had been laboring an unfulfilled desire just for him.

  She’s really playing the part, thought Lisa. That was such a great line, Lori probably hadn’t given Dave a second thought in years. Lisa locked on Lori’s eyes, and underneath the mirth she saw a shift, something deeper, serious. Could Lori have been talking about me? Wanting me for a long time? No, no, that couldn’t be it.

  Was Lori trying to tell her something, something else, another possible path for Lisa’s new life, another possible experience?

  Lori finally pulled away from Dave. “How about some wine or a beer?”

  “A beer would be great,” said Dave. “Just one though, I want my head clear for this.”

  “I doubt you’ll forget a second of it,” said Lori, her voice teasing, as she headed off to the kitchen.

  “I want you to remember this, too,” said Lisa. “All of what’s going to happen is because of you.”

  Dave shook his head in amazement. “I wish I had known that I just needed to ask you for this, I would have done it a long time ago.”

  “That’s why it’s so important to talk, to tell the truth,” said Lisa. “Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, I’m so glad I told you about what I wanted.”

  Lisa downed the rest of her wine. “And I’m glad that I know the truth.” She stared at Dave, thinking he’d turn away, but his eyes were bright, guileless. Could she be wrong? Or was he that good of a liar? Or so focused on what was happening here he compartmentalized everything else, able to ignore it?

  Lisa realized that Dave was like a little kid, wanting what was new, damn the consequences. She had seen some of that in him when they first met, but every man she met at that age seemed to have that same I want it now attitude, she had just assumed they would grow out of it.

  She had been wrong, at least about Dave.

  That part was her fault, and she could live with the truth of that, the consequences, the pain and sadness. It would make her a better woman, stronger. What she couldn’t accept was that Dave hadn’t bothered to take her feelings into consideration, hadn’t even tried to learn how to grow up.

  Lisa was the one to look away first, she couldn’t compete with Dave like that, staring at him, hiding the truth. He was obviously out of her league in that respect. Instead she looked over his shoulder, seeing Lori in the entry to the kitchen, her phone in her hand, her eyes on Lisa, waiting.

  Lisa nodded. She was ready.

  Lori smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen to send the text.

  When Lori came back she gave a beer to Dave and refilled Lisa’s wine glass. “Let’s just finish our drinks before we get started, okay?” She raised her glass in a toast. “To threesomes!”

  Lisa blushed but raised her glass and took a sip, her eyes meeting Lori’s over the rim. She wondered what Lori saw in her eyes, whether her eyes could convey the same sense of depth, of truth, of desire.

  The room grew quiet, each of them in their own thoughts as they drank, Lisa having no doubt what was on Dave’s mind, he probably had an erection already. Lisa was amazed at how things had come to this, how much had changed in just a few days, how she had gone from being what she thought was happily married to becoming the clueless wife, how her eyes had been opened to Dave, and to their marriage. And how she was ready to move on, not only beyond her marriage, but perhaps to new horizons.

  And Lori? What was Lori thinking? Lisa wasn’t sure. She felt that Lori did in fact want to help her settle things with Dave, she wouldn’t have helped set all this up, she wouldn’t have suggested it all in the first place.

  Unless she too wanted something else.

  Whatever Lori was thinking, Lisa felt she’d be able to talk to her friend about it, for some reason she knew Lori would be truthful, in a way that Dave had not.

  Lori’s phone buzzed, and she picked it up. “Excuse me just a minute,” she said, glancing at the display. She nodded and put the phone down, then finished her wine. “Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable?”

  Lori took Dave’s hand and led him to the bedroom, Dave glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Lisa was following, not believing his luck.

  In the bedroom, Lori led Dave to an upholstered chair. “You sit here, for now.” She turned to Lisa. “And you, over there.” She pointed to the bed, where the comforter had already been removed, revealing silky sheets.

  “I see that you have everything ready,” said Dave, pointing to the bed.

  “I wanted it to be like a blank canvas,” said Lori. “So we can do something memorable here.” Lori reached for Lisa’s hand, her touch warm. “Are you ready?”

  Lisa gripped Lori’s fingers, Lori’s eyes just inches away, so deep, so beauti
ful, her mouth, so close, full and inviting, Lisa felt herself drawn forward, none of this part of the plan, but she wanted to—

  Lori put her finger on Lisa’s lips, stopping her.

  “Not that,” whispered Lori, so only Lisa could hear. “Not unless you want to, someday. Today you have to do something else, and I’d never want you to confuse the two.”

  “I couldn’t,” whispered Lisa. “Confuse the two. And yes, I think, I think I’d want it.”

  “You have to be sure,” said Lori. “Absolutely sure.”

  And suddenly Lisa was, about everything. She kissed Lori’s finger, her tongue flicking over the tip, and then with her mouth she moved it aside, until her lips were on Lori’s, her eyes closing, the sensation exquisite, forgetting everything, no, forgetting the room, forgetting Dave, but this moment indelibly etched on her mind.

  Lisa let her lips linger for just a glorious few seconds, feeling Lori’s surprise, then acceptance, then desire, her mouth opening, a caress. More communication in that kiss than Lisa had ever experienced.

  And then Lisa pulled away, because Lori was right, she didn’t want to mix business with pleasure, revenge with love.

  “Go,” whispered Lisa.

  Lori nodded and slipped her hand from Lisa, and Lisa had to sit down on the bed, no longer able to stand, such was the loss she felt. She might have collapsed back on the sensual sheets, but Dave’s voice jarred her back to reality.

  “That was so hot! But where’s she going?”

  “Don’t worry, it’s all part of the surprise.” Dave would be getting his surprise, but she’d had her own already. A simply wonderful surprise, the first time she had kissed a woman.

  Lisa looked around the room, suddenly thinking they should have done this somewhere else, in a hotel maybe, some place less personal, some place that wouldn’t make her think differently about Lori. But then she noticed that the room seemed rather unused, no personal photos, none of the usual stuff that accumulated on the night table, the vanity in the bathroom, visible through an open door, almost bare.