[M]y naughty silent revenge with the two girls from New York [F]

Essential backstory about my time with a textbook narcissist. If you wanna get to the bad stuff, scroll to the “***”.

I started university in 2010 at 18 in the hopes of pursuing a dream career in Journalism, what a fuck up that was. Within about 2 weeks of moving 200 miles from my hometown to uni I’d already happily and willingly gone down the wrong path as a student. I was free, unsupervised and had plenty of disposable income that was to me, better spent on Jagerbombs and cheap cocaine than text books and notepads.

I didn’t live in halls, instead I lived in a student complex in a town just out of where the main campus was. It was a tad more expensive than halls and i believe this is the reason for the vast variety of different cultures that resided there. I met people from all walks of the Earth and some are still friends to this day. One of them is Holly, and if it wasn’t for Holly my life would never have taken the gigantic leap from one extreme to the other that it did. Holly was your typical happy go lucky, bubbly scouser. She was smart, funny, pretty and popular, she knew a lot of people both at uni and at home in Liverpool. She lived on the same corridor of apartments as me and we became close friends very fast.

Fast forward 6 weeks.

Holly and I decided, much to the disappointment of our Russian and Italian ‘corridor-mates’ that we were to invite a bunch of her scouse lad mates up for a wild party that was to last the entire weekend. And thus, into my life walks someone who to this day, unfortunately, is still very much part of my life. Alex.

Not my typical type at all, Alex was a bit chubby, slightly freckly (the ginger type of freckly without the red hair) and pale. He dressed very well though in student terms. His clothes were expensive, Hugo Boss, Stone Island, Moncler. He wasn’t your typical scruffy chav he had a bit of money behind him, and had driven himself and the rest of the scousers up to uni in his brand new Audi A4 at the age of 19. I didn’t question it.

You see the thing about scousers is they have this irresistible cheekiness about them. I don’t know if it’s the accent or something else but they have this increased ability at being able to pass pure arrogance off as cheekiness or attractive confidence. Naive 18 year old me didn’t stand a chance. After a brief introduction and the pouring of a few vodkas, Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sandwich bag half filled with white powder. I’d bought grams of coke here and there for myself and they weren’t cheap, and this bag must have had at least 75 inside. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for at this point but I saw a fun weekend ahead and I completely went with it. We all did.

I don’t know what happened over that weekend because it’s been 10 years now and I can’t remember but by the end of it, I was (or at least thought I was) in love.

Alex and I exchanged numbers, did not stop talking to each other for that whole week after the weekend until he came back up alone to see me and from there on, our beautiful, toxic, lavish, violent and crazy relationship began.

The first year to two years were perfect. We were so in love, i was absolutely 100% positively sure that this was the man I would spend my entire life with. We spent the first two years of my degree living at uni, but his bank account meant we could travel the world too. I was living a life of pure luxury. In those first two years we went to Ireland 3 times, Ibiza twice, New York, Cape Verde, Amsterdam, and when we weren’t hopping on planes we were drinking and partying and shopping ourselves into oblivion at home. But then things turned sour very quickly. And we have Pablo Escobar, bad decisions and a submerged narcissistic personality disorder to thank for that.

Alex developed a cocaine addiction that completely changed him. He became cold, distant and nasty. At times he was even violent and aggressive. He’d spend a lot of time “working late” and sometimes he wouldn’t come home at all, because he’d be working away. Deep down I knew what was going on, he was slipping his dick up everything and anything he could find, but there was no proof and I told myself I was just being paranoid. But then he started to get worse, his guilty conscience ate away at him so much that in coke fuelled rage he would snatch my phone from me and furiously search through it trying to find some tiny incriminating detail that he could use against me. One time, he saw that a male friend from uni had added me on Facebook, and this was enough to warrant my phone being launched at my head with enough force to leave me with a black eye for a week. Things would never be the same again.

I had a young girl message me telling me how he’d been seeing her behind my back for weeks. When I confronted him he said she was lying, and then he threatened her until she confirmed herself that she was lying just so he could get away with it. I said to myself okay, one last chance. We booked the Thailand trip.

The first week was great, we met up with two friends and partied and had fun like you do when you’re 20. Cocaine on tap. But then the night of the famous full moon party on Koh Phangang was to induce our inevitable demise. He’d gotten drunk and angry at me for no reason and started beating me in the middle of the beach infront of everyone. I had random Aussies trying to pull me to safety whilst others were hitting him and trying to get him to stop. A few Thai police came running over and Alex pelted, leaving me alone, without a phone (which he’d taken) and miles away from our villa. After an hour of convincing from a few friends i decided it best to stay out a few more hours and then go back when it would have hopefully settled down.

The taxi back was a nightmare, see our villa was up a mountain that you needed a 4×4 to get up, and the designated complex driver was obviously not awake and able to get me at 4:25am. The taxi couldn’t take me either. I was left at the bottom of the mountain and had to make the hour and a half trek back up alone. It was fucking horrible, you could hear snakes hissing in the rainforest jungle of death at either side of the steep hill I was climbing, but nonetheless, knackered and scared I reached our villa and got to the door.

I opened it and he was sat upright in bed gazing forward with a completely blank stare, his eyes didn’t even look the same colour anymore. He turned to me and without any anger or any indication, ripped the telephone out of the wall and launched it at my head. Dragged me by my hair into the bathroom and made me sleep on the tiled floor with the door locked. When he finally let me out in the morning he said “I’m booking you a flight home, I don’t wanna be on this holiday with you anymore”, as if it was ME that was the problem. The flight never got booked, and we saw the rest of the trip out together whilst I quietly planned my escape home once back in England. That last week of the trip was pure fucking hell.

Sure enough when I got back, I’d been begged and convinced to change my mind. He was sorry, it was the drugs that was making him the way he was, he promised to change. It was upon finding escort bookings on his laptop that VERY night that made me believe otherwise. I went back home to my mum.

4 days later he was outside my mums house with bags and bags of gifts, false crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks pleading and begging with me to give it another go. I came outside and he handed me an envelope and inside were two tickets to Mexico for the July of that year. 2013. This was, in his words, a break away to prove that he could change and how sorry he really was. I reluctantly and stupidly agreed.

This is where my intended story finally begins.

***

Alex and I arrived in Cancun in relatively good spirits. The few weeks leading up to it I’d moved back to our house, he was treating me good and we hadn’t even had an argument. The length of time without incident lead me into a false sense of security, I thought things were on the up.

The first day at our 5 star beach hotel was lush. We had a private helicopter tour over Cancun which was just stunning. The sight of the hundreds of giant turtles in the water from above was beautiful. It followed with a romantic meal, amazing sex and some cocktails on the beach at sunset. I could feel my body starting to produce endorphins naturally again.

On the second day we headed to the pool with one of those swim up bars. We had the top all inclusive bands on and it’d not even reached 11am before the drinks were freely flowing. It was here we met a rowdy family from Texas who, like us, were tipsy before lunch and up for a laugh. We spent a good couple of hours talking with them before my two main characters arrived at the pool. Let’s call them Lauren and Stacey.

The first thing I noticed was Lauren’s thick Yankee accent.

“Hey you there, two mimosas babe, and a hot dog for this one” she said, slapping Stacey on the arse.

Stacey playfully let out an “oooh” and a giggle before immersing herself in the water and gliding up next to me at the pool bar with a cheerful “hey! Beautiful day isn’t it! What’re we drinking?”

Before I even had chance to answer or introduce myself she’d ordered two sambuca shots and handed me one, declaring “YOLO” before necking it back.

Me, Alex, Lauren and Stacey became the best of friends within a couple of hours, but at this point Alex was becoming increasingly drunk and I was getting nervous. He was flirting with Lauren openly in-front of me and I could see the bemusement on her face. It wasn’t long after that I caught him sliding his hand over her sizeable arse under the water. I’d had enough, I went back up to the room alone and he didn’t even notice I’d left.

Maybe 3 hours later I heard commotion outside the room. Mixtures of slurred scouse accent and agitated Mexican voices grew louder and closer before the door swung open. Alex was being dragged in the door by two Mexican policemen who quickly let his arms free. The should not have done that.

Alex lunged for me, his fingers were gripping my throat with such force that it felt like my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. My vision started to blacken and all I could see was Alex snarling with pure anger at me and the two policemen stood at the door just looking on, doing nothing at all to help. A swift neat headbutt from Alex ensured that my vision would completely disappear and for a few sweet moments of unconsciousness, I was finally free.

I awoke disoriented on the floor, the pain searing through my face and head was agonising. I stumbled to my feet to see that the policemen had gone and Alex was passed out on the floor in a pool of his own sick. I suspect I was knocked out for maybe 5 minutes. I reluctantly walked to the bathroom to examine my face which felt like it had tripled in size. The whole right side of my forehead was bruised and swollen and my right eye had barely any white left in it, and instead was just filled with blood. I looked horrendous.

I plucked up the courage to head down to the hotel lobby in the hope of finding some kind of medical person to take a look at me. The lift stopped at the second floor on my journey down, the doors opened and infront of me stood a shocked, mouth opened pair of Yankee girls that I’d become best friends with just hours earlier.

They took me and sat me down in the lobby, telling me the thrilling tale of how Alex had behaved after I’d left to go to the room. He’d been running around the pool trying to just punch random people thinking it was funny?

“I’m really sorry, but there’s something else I need to tell you”, said Lauren sheepishly.

“When you left for the room Alex tried to kiss me , I wasn’t going to tell you until you got home because I didn’t want you to spend the rest of your time here stuck with him knowing that. Of course i pushed him away”.

I was fucking heartbroken. But why? I shouldn’t even be surprised? For the last year this was just normal for Alex, so why was I so hurt by it? Something inside me clicked. A rush of what can only be described as euphoria mixed with relief and a long forgotten ‘i don’t give a fuck’ attitude rose up through my body like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. This. Was. It.

“Come on, we’re going to my room, getting some clothes and makeup and we’re going to your room to get ready and go fucking paint the town” I said to Lauren and Stacey. Mischievous smiles creeped on both their faces and then mine. I didn’t give a shit anymore. I got to my room, Alex was still snoring on the floor half inhaling bits of his own sick. Pathetic. I took the entire wedge of money from the safe, grabbed a dress and a bag and my makeup and off we went, locking the door behind us.

With a cocktail each in hand, we were having a good time getting ready in the room. We took turns having showers.

Lauren was first to go in the shower while me and Stacey sat and talked about our home towns and our families and how the USA is so different to Britain. She was telling me about her brothers when Lauren walked out of the bathroom totally naked and dripping wet. I was immediately distracted.

It was almost as if the entire scene went in slow motion. She walked past me, her long dark brown hair was wet, strands of it stuck to her back and followed her curves down to the top of her bum. The beads of water sparkled on her olive skin and droplets twinkled on the neatly groomed landing strip that decorated her pussy.

Her nipples were slightly darker than her skin and her tits, although not big, were perfectly rounded. A droplet of water fell off the tip of her hardened nipple and fell to the floor. I felt my clit twinge.

In my daydream I hadn’t noticed Stacey undressing next to me.

“You snooze you lose Brit!” She said playfully as her petite frame jogged off to the shower, her small bum wiggling behind her.

I turned back to Lauren who had suggestively positioned herself on the bed, still naked. Her arm was resting above her head the same way Rose does on the titanic when she asks Jack to paint her like one of his french girls.

I’d never looked at another girl in this way before. She was utterly delicious, everything about her just invited you in. Her lips were naturally full and her dark brown eyes were large and piercing which really showed off her Sicilian heritage. Part of me wanted to walk over and spread her thick thighs apart and marvel at the gift between her legs but again, my daydream was interrupted by Stacey telling me it was my turn for a shower. I passed my feelings off as a result of alcohol and my previous trauma, and off I went to get ready.

A bit later we were sat having some drinks and good laugh at the hotel bar when we noticed a group of lads looking at us from another table. They were clearly Hispanic and somewhat older than us but our intoxication levels were high and we gave them the ‘eyes’. They immediately joined our table.

We laughed, flirted and drank some more with the boys which were whittled down to two of them. The five of us were having a really good time. Fleeting thoughts of Alex passed my mind from time to time but they just pissed me off more. I pushed them aside and each time I did, I felt like I levelled up in confidence with a slight side order of vengeance.

“Should we take this little party back to our room?” Stacey said biting her lip in anticipation.

The five of us headed upstairs, I was trailing behind battling a mixture of excitement and nerves at the thought of what was about to happen. It was blatantly obvious. At 21 years of age I was about to have my first ever gang bang.

We arrived at the girls’ room and walked inside. The two boys made themselves comfortable on the beds whilst the three of us skipped into the bathroom giggling like school girls.

“Right, lets get naked apart from our underwear and go in the room. Stacey, you start with him on the left bed, and me and you will go to the one on the right bed” said Lauren with a devilish grin. Sold.

We left the bathroom to be greeted by a sorry sight. Apparently a day of cocaine and drinking isn’t great for trying to muster up a decent erection and despite having three taut young girls half naked infront of them, the lads failed miserably. They were sat on their respective beds fapping away at their flaccid cocks. One of them broke a sweat trying to get hard, it was the most awkward, unattractive thing I’d ever witnessed. It was time for them to leave, and quickly grabbing their belongings and whatever dignity they had left, so they did. Oh well, 21 years of age was not to be my gang bang birthday, but a threesome it was.

Lauren walked over to the bed and slumped herself down with a defeated huff. I stood still in the same spot at the end of the bed and her eyes met mine where I saw the clockwork ticking and the lightbulb ping.

“Come here now” she said, slowly opening her legs revealing a lace black see through thong. My heart rate spiked as i saw a hand come underneath her thigh, clasp the thong and pull it to the side. I immediately grew wet and ravenous but I walked over slowly and kneeled down infront of her. I marvelled at her exquisite body before crawling up towards her face.

She grabbed the back of my neck and dragged my lips down onto hers furiously. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and as I felt myself melt into her, I barely noticed my knickers being taken off from behind.

My lips moved down to her neck but I was too eager, i quickly made my descent and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking slowly. I wanted to make sure she was wet when I got down to her pussy because I had a primal need to taste her. Ravenous. I was about to go down further when I felt a warm wet tongue slide right down from my asshole to my clit. The shock of Staceys tongue made my body jerk and I almost headbutted Lauren in the face, but I quickly became accustomed to it and my body instinctively pushed back onto her face.

I tried to focus back to Lauren who at this point was looking down at me smiling whilst cupping and rubbing her breasts. I gripped both thighs and slowly pushed her legs back which naturally made her pussy lips spread and I lowered my head down. Her clit was swollen and her pussy was glistening at the entrance with her juices, I just stared at it for a moment while Stacey still worked away at my clit.

“Kiss it” said Lauren breathlessly, and finally I wrapped my tongue and lips around her clit gently. Her pussy smelled and tasted sweet and I could feel it contract in my mouth with each kiss. Her moans were soft but were growing more intense as I worked my tongue around in circles on her clit. The moment was so new and exciting and sexy that I was already so close to reaching my own orgasm but i was adamant I would wait until I made Lauren cum. I pulled the hood of her clit right back to expose it fully before flicking my tongue over it fast while a single finger slowly gyrated inside her dripping pussy.

“I’m so fucking close”, Lauren said as I felt her legs tense up. “Aaahhh fuck”.

A series of fast rhythmic contractions squeezed my finger inside her and her back arched and I was immediately tipped over the edge and exploded into Stacey’s mouth. It was the single most erotic experience of my life to this day.

As Lauren lay there panting Stacey squatted over her face. “My turn”.

I was happy to stay right where I was and lick up all of Lauren’s cum. Infact I could have happily stayed in between her legs for the rest of my life at that point. I didn’t wanna ever stop eating her pussy, but Stacey had other ideas.

She pulled my head up gently by my hair so I was kneeling again and whilst riding Lauren’s face, she began passionately kissing me. I slid two fingers inside Lauren and hooked them onto her G spot and kissed Stacey for what felt like ages before she began moaning into my mouth. Her hips were grinding faster and my fingers were working faster and we went on like this until

“Fuck, I’m cumming I’m cumming”, said Stacey as she leant back on her arms. I took this opportunity for my mouth to join my fingers on Lauren again. I just couldn’t get enough of her. I was fully in my element finger fucking her and sucking her clit and then our whole worlds came crashing down on us.

BANG BANG BANG!

The fucking door.

Scrambling and falling over each other we rushed to get dressed. I quickly sat at the table and began applying foundation as if that’s what I was already doing. Stacey jumped in the shower and Lauren wrapped in a towel answered the door.

“Can we help you?”, she said sarcastically.

Alex walked in, hungover and confused. It was about midnight at this point.

“Where the fuck have you been? What the hell happened today? I can’t remember fuck all”.

I just stared at him. Grabbed my stuff and walked out back to my room. He followed me as I carelessly explained his behaviour during the day. He seemed genuinely shocked because he couldn’t remember a thing. I showed him the picture of my head which I’d taken immediately after I saw it, and he burst into tears and was on his knees begging me.

The holiday which was supposed to prove to me ‘he’d changed’ became the holiday where I did change.

The next day I went to the Internet cafe and checked my uni emails. I’d achieved a 2:1 on my degree and was over the moon. I spent the rest of the four days of that holiday well away from Alex and upon landing back in England, my mum was waiting for me at the airport. I’d finally done it, for good this time.

Five weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Alex’s baby. The sex we had on the first night in Mexico, he got me pregnant.

He’s still a part of our lives, although now he’s currently making someone else’s life a misery and not mine.

And I still keep intouch with Lauren and Stacey via Facebook. To this day Alex has no idea what went on in that hotel room with the two girls from New York, and I’m happy to keep it that way. Something about my unintended silent revenge feels better than doing something with pure vengeance and the need for him to be hurt by it, and to be honest, I quite like having a dirty little secret that the three of us will take to the grave.

:)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gkxc28/my_naughty_silent_revenge_with_the_two_girls_from