“Let me tell you a story,” she said. I looked up at her. “Don’t stop, keep going, and listen.”
I didn’t especially like this bossy persona she was putting on, but I wanted her to cum, and maybe she’d return the favor afterward. I neared her delicious-smelling blonde beaver.
“After our trip to the mountains the other day, I was gathering clothes to do laundry. Pete grabbed my bag and emptied it, throwing my sports bra and panties at me. Your panties, covered in hearts.”
I looked up at her, and she pushed my head back down. I licked the crease where her thigh ended, and her groin began. She writhed and moaned a little as I moved from that sensitive area to the more sensitive one dead center.
“Mmmm. Anyway, I picked up your panties, realizing that in our rush to get away from the pond in the mountains, I had grabbed your underwear and stuffed them in my bag. Totally my fault.”
I stopped licking her slit to say “no problem,” but she pushed my face into her pussy again.
“But what happened next, Darcy, is your fault.”
I froze for a minute. This didn’t sound good.
“Pete looked at me, holding that heart-covered underwear, and the sweet, dumb guy blurted out, ‘Hey, those look just like Darcy’s.’”
Alarm bells sounded in my head. Oh, shit. Pete, you idiot!
“You can imagine the questions that went through my head, can’t you? But I knew the answers to all of them the second he said it. You’ve been fucking my husband, Darcy. Of course, Pete’s not a complete fool. He knew the only way I’d have your underwear is if you’d taken them off around me, and the only reason that would happen is if we were fucking too.”
My tongue stopped mid-lick. I looked up at her. “Kim—”
“Keep licking my pussy, Darcy. It’s the least you can do after you lied to both of us.”
My mind was swirling. What the fuck was going on?
I should just get up and leave. This has gotten too weird.
As I had that thought, something touched me from behind, and I jumped, whipping my head around to see what it was. It was Pete, naked and erect. He laid a hand on my ass and traced a path down my crack and between my legs. I was really confused now, but I spread my legs a little to give his hand room to move.
Kim grabbed my head and pulled it toward her. “Eyes front, Darcy.”
I looked her in the eye. Her face was still an emotionless mask.
“So, Pete and I compared notes, and we decided that we couldn’t be angry at each other for giving into your wiles. You’re very intoxicating. If you could, in less than twenty-four hours, talk me into lesbian sex for the first time, I can certainly understand why Pete couldn’t resist you.”
Despite the weird tension of the moment, my pussy was getting wet from Pete’s persistent fingers stroking it. He leaned forward, sliding his fingers into me. He withdrew them, and his hard cock slid over my pussy and poked my stomach while he reached around and grabbed my breasts as they hung loose underneath me. I heard a moan escape my mouth, very much against my will.
“That’s it, Darcy, get into it.” Kim was still bossy. “Eat me like you did last week. Show me that passion you used to seduce me.”
I resumed splitting her lips with my tongue, running it from south to north, and I slid two fingers in behind it. Despite her stone-faced demeanor, she was wet and ready for me. If she were intent on playing this game, I’d play along.
“Ooh, that’s more like it. As I said, I could totally understand why Pete would fall for you, especially the line he told me you used about how his number wouldn’t go up since you’d already had him inside you from before. Oh, yeah, faster with those fingers. Fuck, that feels good. But Pete was shocked at how easy it was for you to get me to switch sides, even if it was just for the sheer thrill of it. I guess—oh shit, that tongue is everywhere—I was never as prim and proper as I thought I was. But the funny thing is, Pete was turned on by it. He attacked me and fucked me like he never had before, and I let him do everything to me, Darcy. Everything. It was like Caligula in our bedroom that night. So, we decided we needed to get the three of us together. Oh! Shit, don’t you dare stop that, Darcy! Oh, fuck, this is hot. Fuck her, Pete.”
Pete sat upright again and started rubbing his cock against my slit. I lowered my back, tilting my pelvis up and giving him a better angle to enter me. I still wasn’t sure what the endgame was here, but Kim’s hips were bucking, and I wanted that cock inside me, so I went for it on both ends.
He slid into me, driving to the base in one shot. It hurt a little, but when he backed out and thrust in again, his ten-inch rod was slippery from my juices. He pounded me, hard, driving my face into Kim’s crotch.
Kim reacted like I’d hit her with an electric shock. “Fuck! Yes, Pete, pound her cunt hard! Fuck me with her face!”
Pete increased his speed, ramming me with every inch he had, bottoming out so hard his balls swung forward and banged against my clit. Every time his sack hit me, it felt like the bumpers on a pinball table lighting up. I let his momentum drive my face into Kim’s pussy, letting my tongue ram her clit. I kept my arm locked in place, so my fingers drove in and out of her in the same rhythm as Pete’s pounding.
She was as wet as I’d seen her. Her juices were spraying around my fingers with each thrust. My hand was soaked, so I readied two fingers, and on the next push, I deployed them to her asshole. I was doing the Vulcan salute into her holes, two fingers in each. Instead of the Shocker, this was the Spocker.
Kim loved it. “Oh, my fuck! Pete, keep using her to fuck me! She’s in my pussy and my ass! Oh, shit, fuck me, fuck me!”
Pete was getting worked into a frenzy. Apparently, I was extra juicy as well, because I felt a wet hand slap me on the backside, and Pete pushed a thumb into my ass.
I lost focus for a minute. I was trying to bring Kim’s orgasm to a boil, but mine was about to explode. I felt Pete’s stroke change as his cockhead swelled, and that did it. I screamed into Kim’s pussy as I came in a gushing, violent explosion that would have shoved a lesser cock out of me. But not Pete’s long rod.
Pete came in a fury, thrust after thrust sending his massive load deep into me, one pulse at a time. It sounded like a waterbed had sprung a leak, there was so much fluid going in and out of my pussy.
Kim wrapped her legs around my head, grinding her hips into my face, squirting her cum with a force almost equal to her husband’s. One squirt blasted my face and ricocheted up and over my head, splattering on my back.
The three of us rocked and convulsed in a triple orgasm that seemed to last forever. Kim’s screams blended with mine, and mine with Pete’s. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life, pushing the mountaintop to second place, and that night long ago in the frat house down to third. Maybe it was because of the deeper connections I felt with these two. Maybe things were going to be okay between us.
Pete withdrew both his cock and his thumb, and Kim pushed me away with her feet. My weak limbs gave out, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor, used up, drenched and covered in their cum, and loving it.
I sighed and rolled onto my back, blissfully smiling, and opened my eyes.
What the fuck?
I sat up, staring at the back of Pete’s phone. “Were you filming this?” He didn’t say anything. I saw Kim walking behind him with something in her arms. Fuck! My clothes! “Kim! What the hell are you doing?”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she walked to the front door, opened it, pushed the screen door open, and threw my clothes and my small purse out into their front yard. My mouth hung open for a second as I felt anger replacing the bliss inside me. “Kim? What the fuck is that about?”
“It’s about you getting out of my house, you lying, manipulative whore.”
“What? I—I don’t—”
She mocked me. “I—I—I don’t care, Darcy. You lied to Pete, and you lied to me, all for your own selfish reasons. I trusted you, I confided in you, and the whole time you were fucking my husband
behind my back. You didn’t even have the decency to end it after you started fucking me! You were using us for sex, so we just used you. This was great—I mean holy shit, right?—but it’s over. Thanks for the memories, now get. Out. Of. My. House.”
I walked to the door, turning at the last second. “Kim, Pete—”
Pete spoke this time. “Darce, just go. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
I walked outside, naked, with Pete’s semen running down my legs. I think they expected me to scurry and collect my things, but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. I calmly picked up my clothes, one piece at a time. I checked my little bag to make sure everything was still inside.
I glanced back at the house, and in the shadows of the doorway, I could see Pete, still filming. I flipped him the bird and strode to my car with my head held up high. A car drove past, slowing down when the driver caught sight of me. I smiled and waved, laughing as they pulled into the neighboring driveway. Pete and Kim would have some explaining to do with the neighbors. I remembered Karen saying the neighborhood women wouldn’t dig this kind of behavior. I smiled, hoping it would cause them a lot of problems. Maybe they’d have to move.
I tossed my things in the car and got in, still naked. I backed out of the driveway and sped off toward home.
I hadn’t even made it a block before I started to tremble, my adrenaline ebbing, and I pulled over. The second the transmission clicked into “park,” I started crying. I pounded the steering wheel, furious at the situation. Furious at myself for not getting up and leaving when I had the fleeting thought to do so. Furious at Kim and Pete for giving me such a beautiful, soul-cleansing orgasm, and then stomping it to death.
I got my sobs under control and was preparing to pull back onto the road when my phone buzzed. It was Pete.
I opened the text app, part of me hoping it would say, “We’re sorry, come back, stay the night.” I sniffed back at the snot that my tears had worked up and laughed at myself. Don’t be naïve, dummy.
The text was just a URL for a website. A porn website. My blood ran cold. I clicked it.
The browser opened and spun for a minute, then started a video with the title Couple Takes Revenge on Dumb, Lying, Whore.
It started with Pete walking in behind me. He aimed the lens low enough that you couldn’t see Kim’s face, but you could hear her telling me to strip, which I did, and telling me to kneel, which I also did. I started eating her out while she narrated her story of Pete finding my underwear. I scrolled ahead, watching my head bouncing on Kim’s pussy at a comical speed, then seeing Pete slam in and out of me fast enough to start a fire. When Kim kicked me to the floor, I stopped scrolling and let it play through. It ended with me in the yard, naked, picking up my stuff, and flipping the camera the bird.
I sighed and sniffed back more snot. What I thought was indignant pride in the way I gathered my stuff on their lawn looked pathetic on video. I looked like a hooker, like someone who would lie and cheat on spouses and walk around naked in public. In fact, that’s exactly what I was. I started crying again, this time not from anger, but out of shame. I looked at my phone again. The video already had thirty views and a ninety-five percent rating. People loved my humiliation. Fuck me.
I put the car in drive and made it home without having another meltdown. I pulled into the garage and walked to the house, still naked. I didn’t care if the neighbors saw me. This is who I am. The naked whoring whore.
Inside, I went straight to the shower and washed the night off me. I checked my phone to see if there were any more messages. There were none.
I crawled into bed and watched the video again, this time not scrolling through it. It was twenty minutes long, and I watched every second of it. It was over one hundred fifty views and still rated ninety-four percent. I scrolled down, and the recommended videos were all some form of revenge porn. Nothing rated above eighty-two percent.
You are NOT proud of your rating!
There were comments now, too. Of course, I read them, poor grammar and all. I had to rub my own nose in the degradation.
“She hot as shit! Damn, I need me a bitch like that.”
“Fucking LOL. Shame! Shame! Shame!”
“How do they figure they got revenge? She fucked them both separate, then fucked them together, then left like she don’t give two shits. Seems like she got hers and bounced. Those fools got played.”
“Shit, that looked real. I know it ain’t, tho, it’s scripted, but damn that girl can act.”
“Did you see that dude’s hog? Long as fuck but skinny. I like them thick, I want my pussy filled the fuck up.”
That one had a reply: “Dis bitch loved that skinny wang fo sho, and she took it all.”
I chuckled at that one. Fo’ sho’. There were more.
“Only a white boy would have a cunt wrench that long and have no meat on it. What a waste of inches. Bitch, you read this, HMU. I got what U need.”
I laughed out loud this time. Cunt wrench? I’d use that one in the future, I was sure.
While I didn’t care for being referred to as “bitch” so much, I felt better knowing that none of these perverts were judging me, and they were making fun of Pete as much as me in any case. I smiled, set my phone on the charger, and drifted off to sleep.
Heart Returned
G emma finished the last slice of the pizza and tossed the crust in the box with the other seven.
“Ah, nothing left but the bones,” she said. “I haven’t had pizza in forever. God, that was good.”
I leaned back on the couch, hands on my gut. I swear I could feel every bit of those four slices pushing my stomach out, but Gemma was right. Pizza was a rare treat, and the local place she ordered from was way better than the chain stores.
She picked up her phone and started messing with it. I was getting a little nervous—she hadn’t had much reaction to my story other than, “I can’t fucking believe they did that to you.” Suddenly she exclaimed, “Holy shit!”
“What?” I asked. Were my exploits finally too much for her?
“Your video has one hundred thousand views! And it’s still rated ninety-three percent!”
“You found it? Oh, man. Please, forget you saw it.”
She smiled at me with that Gemma smile. “Forget I know a legit porn star? You know, I don’t think a hundred thousand people saw the last Travolta film.”
“You know I’m not proud of it, right?”
“I know. I wonder if Pete and Kim are making money from it. You could sue them for royalties.”
I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore. I don’t want to talk to them anymore, especially not about this video.”
“Okay.”
We settled into an awkward silence, which was rare for the two of us. I stared at her for a minute, until she looked up at me and we locked eyes. I smiled. “Ninety-three percent, huh?”
That was the perfect tension breaker. Gemma laughed like I’d caught her off guard with my comment. The sound of her laughter warmed me inside. She looked toward the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”
I paused for a second. Gemma drove me here on her motorcycle, so I’d need a ride home. “Yes, I do. I can call an Uber when I’m ready to go.”
“Or you could just stay here tonight. This couch is really comfy, especially if you’re drunk.”
Another mixed signal. An invite to stay, but not in the same room. But, after reliving the night that was both the best and most awful of my life, I decided I could use a night of drinks where one of us didn’t have to leave at the end of it.
I nodded. “Okay, that sounds good. Let’s drink.”
I started to get up to help. Gemma smiled as she gathered ingredients. “No, you stay there. I’ll be right back.”
I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes, visions of my humiliation swimming through my head. Where was this thing with Gemma going? It was like she was taking me through an extended therapy sessi
on, making me relieve my past and come to terms with it. But come to terms with what? Why was I so hard on myself? I liked sex. I wanted sex with men and with women. I enjoyed both equally, but they satisfied me in different ways. I wasn’t ashamed of that. And why should I be ashamed of that video? We have celebrities today who we only know because of a sex tape.
“Hey, wake up!”
I opened my eyes to find Gemma holding a glass out to me. I sat up and grabbed it from her. Knowing everything she made was sensational, I took a drink without even knowing what it was. “Wow, this is delicious! Is that mint?”
“Yeah. It’s a mojito. Or a reasonable imitation. I thought it sounded good after a day of fun in the sun.”
I took a long drink, sucking through the straw like it was my job. Damn, it was good. “I’ve heard of these, but can you believe I’ve never had one?”
“I love them, but they sneak up on you.” She flashed a wicked grin. “That’s why I made a pitcher of them.”
“That will suffice, I think.” As if she needed to get me drunk to do whatever she wanted to me. Which reminded me, “Oh, Gemma, I forgot. A week after, uh, that night, I called Karen.”
“The daycare lady?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, my god! Did you two fuck?”
“Uh-huh. It was a moment of weakness. I had gone from daily, sometimes twice daily, sex to zero. It was a hard transition, and I was feeling sorry for myself. I think I also wanted an ego boost.”
“What was it like?”
“She asked me over to her place. I don’t want to get into the details on this one, but let’s just say she likes leather and bondage.”
“Did you—”
“Yes. Yes, I did. She went easy on me, and she’s very… capable. But that patrician, bossy façade carried over to her leather-clad persona. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but not what I was looking for. At least not right now.”
“What are you looking for?”
I took another long drink of the mojito, thinking about the way Gemma had turned me on so much in her room earlier, before leaving me standing half naked to go order pizza. Either she was fucking with me, or I was too much of a coward to act when presented with the opportunity. “You mean, what do I want?”
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