This is the second chapter of a lovely story about what happens when you leave the keys to your apartment with a girl you’re cheating on. You can read the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gum75m/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
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I was actually getting dressed – into my clubbing attire. Letting the yellow strings be my underwear, I pulled my sheer white top over it. Then up went my little black skirt. Jack would have loved it, seeing brief flashes of the skin my lingerie didn’t cover peek out as I moved. Tonight more than just Jack would see. And feel.
I felt dirty with the open air having free access to my privates, but this is what my mission called for. Being left behind was a betrayal, and I would make him jealous for it. More than jealous. It made me flush with anger, my face giving off heat. As I thought about my plan my privates also radiated heat.
“What do you think? Sides okay?” Send. The photo showed the curves of my sides and hips with the bands of yellow running across. It felt devious, sending photos of me dressed one way when I was really dressed another. I slid my hand down the front of my skirt and ran a finger just between my lips. Mmm. Such a nice gliding feeling. And a dip inside.. No no no. I couldn’t get off now.
“I can’t tell, need to see front.” What a jerk. I called my Uber. Usually I’d hit the scene with a group of friends, but it was last minute. They’d also try to keep me from going home with someone, and that definitely wouldn’t do.
As I waited for the car, I sent him a close-up shot of my breasts. My fingers covered my nipples, but left what little fabric covered the rest of my breasts in plain view. “Better?”
“Hot!! And lower?”
I jumped in the car. “You first.” This was getting to be too much. Sexting was fun, but breakup sexting when you’re planning on hooking up with someone else was on another level.
The Uber driver looked at me. “Spice?” His eyes took in my attire, how my areolas were clearly visible under my white sheer top, how the yellow strings underneath accented my obscenity instead of covering it. “Spice.” I hadn’t said a word, but my look confirmed my destination.
As he started driving I got a blurry photo of what looked like his cock and the floor. “Still in car, best I can do.” I’m supposed to show my coochie all slutted up for that?
The driver did a good job of focusing on his job, but I did see him steal a few peeks in the mirror. The attention felt odd but I didn’t mind, it confirmed that I’d be able to get the job done. But that did make me nervous. Was I really going to hook up with a stranger?
I sent Jack back a photo of the lace running down to my closed legs. “Message me back when you can make it squirt.”
The driver pulled up to the drive. “Have fun,” he said.
The club was loud but mostly empty. Pretty typical for this early in the evening. I went to the bar and bought myself a shot of tequila – quickly followed by a second. Mmm, there’s that liquid courage. Then I started the plan in earnest. Time to text someone else.
“Hi Erica. I think Jack stole my lil sister’s panties. Can you check his bag before I confront him? Maybe in the front compartment.” I didn’t even have a sister, but if Erica and Jack had a thing it was time to blow it up. Then I let loose.
Dancing was a blast even without a crowd. Where I normally stick to just my friends, and it was a shock to feel how direct the boys were. One guy danced up on me, then another. I settled into it, and after a few songs I was feeling it. Or maybe it was just the drinks.
Hands were on my waist. I felt my skirt riding up, and instead of pulling it down I moved my legs apart, bent over and backed into his friction dick. His hands squeezed the sides of my ass, pulling me into him. I felt my bare backside right on his pants, the lewd feeling of his prick between my cheeks. He slapped my ass.
The skirt bunched around my waist. I stood up, reaching back to pull his head against mine, and keep his other head against my backside. A girl looked at me, watching me grind my current five minute friend into extacy. With my skirt up and legs apart my vagina was out in the open. The only thing keeping my inner lips from falling open was the pressure from the yellow string on either side. The girl gave me a thumbs up.
Only at Spice.
“Touch me!” I had to shout over the music. His hands wasted no time grabbing my breasts. “No, lower!” A hand went right to my vagina, and I could feel his pleasure between my cheeks when he found it uncovered and open for business. He did a good enough job flicking my bean with all of the movement. I ground my lace covered ass right up on him, and by the time the song transitioned I felt his spasms. Turning around I saw the dark spot on his pants. I patted his juiced crotch.
“Good boy!” I straightened out my skirt and went to the bar to check my phone. Two missed messages. And two pairs of eyes from down the bar, staring at my chest. I looked myself – the white mesh had turned transparent from sweat and clinged to my skin.
“I’m ready when you are,” with a nice photo of some swollen boxers. Whatever, I had the real thing right here.
“Omg ur right! He’s fucked up. Want me to keep them?” There we go. Erica had found my sister’s panties.
“I don’t know.. not yet. Need to think.” Need more time for things to develop first. I causally circled my left nipple with my finger tip as I messaged Jack back. It wasn’t as good as jilling on the dance floor, but it was pleasant enough and I needed to keep my blood up. Plus the two at the bar didn’t mind.
“Mm good, let’s get started then.” I sent Jack a photo of my backside I had taken earlier. There were two bits of lace on each cheek, but nothing inbetween. The lighting was award worthy, the rule of thirds abided perfectly. I wondered if he would notice.
I felt another buzz, but rather than check my phone again I walked up to the pair of guys. “Hi, I’m Sasha.”
“I’m Sam and this is Oliver.” I looked them both over. As Sam was more confident, I turned to Oliver.
“Hi Oliver, hi Sam. Want to fuck?” Oliver barely managed to swallow his drink.
“What? I think I misheard – ” I talked over him, moving between the guys so there could be no misunderstanding.
“My boyfriend’s now an ex, and I need you to slide your cock inside my wet slit.” I took his hand and ran it up my skirt. “Will you fuck me?” Over the first strand of lace. His eyes were wide but his mouth silent. I removed my hand to check my phone, leaving his in place. He traced the fabric but didn’t venture further. Shame.
The buzz I received a moment ago was the expected photo of Jack’s cock, his boxers at his ankles. The boys looked at the photo. “He doesn’t know yet. Want to help him find out?”
I sent back the photo of me spreading my lower lips, my clit starting to peak out from the hood. It was more fast than I wanted to play it, but I really wanted to show off the picture to my two new friends.
“It’s a complex situation,” I shrugged. “So what’s it going to be?”
As expected, Sam goaded Oliver on and soon we were all off in an Uber to Jack’s vacant apartment.
“Which one should I send him next?” I flipped through the photos, each more indecent than the last.
“Definitely that one!” Sam pointed out. I held it so Oliver could see, and he nodded sheepishly.
I sent Jack a close-up of the vibe in my pussy.
“So what do you do?” I turned to face Oliver. Maybe some casual talk would calm him down. I was in the middle seat between the two, man spreading. Each had a hand on a thigh.
Oliver said something, but to be honest I was too busy messaging Jack to care about his day job.
“I left you a present in your backpack, it’s what I wasn’t wearing earlier. Don’t finish too fast – we can face time in a sec.” Send. Then a picture of me pinching my nipples. I looked up at Oliver.
“That sounds challenging. Does it pay well?” I wasn’t paying him any attention, but then he was focused entirely between my legs. While his hand was frozen, Sam had no problem running his up. All the way up.
When we went inside Jack’s apartment, I lead the two immediately to Jack’s bed. I let my skirt fall to the floor and tossed my top next to it. Turning on all of the lights, they could see every inch of my intimate parts – the lace served as accent only. “Don’t say anything. Here, keep yourself busy.” I hopped on the bed and spread my legs, motioning flippantly between them. Propping Jack’s pillow under my butt to provide some elevation, I proceeded to video call him. I held the phone so the camera was focused on my face, then decided I should show my tits too.
“Hey Babe, how’s it going?”
“Mm, good.” Sam started working my pussy, his fingers running around the sides and then dipping inbetween. “Reeally good. How’s the trip?”
I could see Jack’s head bobbing, his hand was no doubt pumping his cock. “Long drive, it’s nice to finally be at the rental. Man I can’t wait to get back, you look delicious!”
Apparently Sam had decided that one car ride and sixty seconds of foreplay was enough, as he was unzipping. I saw his guy spring out. I reached down with my free hand and parted my lips, and as he approached I guided the tip to my entrance. Oliver watched his friend prepare to enter me.
“Mm, you’d fuck me so good wouldn’t you. I wouldn’t even make you wear protection, feel your warm beam right against me.” It was true, I couldn’t be on the pill so we always had to take precautions. But fuck that, not tonight.
Oliver’s dick went inside. “Fuck yes! You find my present?” In response he showed me a screen full of his cock, my cherry dotted panties wrapped around it. He was going on full force.
“Mmm, look at my new toy.” I carefully pointed the phone at my pussy, pulling Oliver out so he could see the shaft. “Isn’t it realistic?” Oliver pushed back in. “It feels so. Fucking. Good. I’m making such a wet mess on your sheets.” I wasn’t lying, the heat of my revenge was paying off.
“Oh babe you better! I wanna smell your sex when I get back.” Oh, he would.
Before I let my lust completely take over, I sent Erica one last message. “I changed my mind. Will you just tell him he’s a fucking pervert and it’s over?”
Sam was grunting, so I upped my moaning game to cover it. “Oh I’m so close! Are you ready? You going to cum in my panties?”
“Oh yeah!” His phone was shaking, he just be really doing himself hard. Annnd so was Sam, who was plumbing me quite thoroughly. With one deep thrust he pulsed warm jets of cum inside me. Jack’s phone stopped shaking enough for me to see a frame with him shooting white sticky juices into my panties.
“Here, take a look.” I panned the phone to between my legs, Sam’s cock still inside.
“Mmm, babe you’re a mess! I didn’t know you could get.. wait.. is that.. cum?” I pulled Sam’s deflating cock out. His mess spilled out of me, dripping onto the pillow. It was a beautiful sight. My pussy was a beautiful wreck, and I wanted more. More revenge, and more sex.
“You left me ‘babe,’ I had to do something and Sam here has been so comforting. He filled me up when I needed it most.”
Jack’s face was in disbelief. “You cheated on me? You fucking slut! And while we were talking!”
“You came to another guy jizzing in me, aren’t you special.”
“And in my bed! Oh I’m -”
“Hey Oliver, want a turn?” Sam was shaking his dick like he just pissed, our fuck droplets splattered on my belly.
“Listen to me bitch!” Wow, my phone was getting pretty angry. I handed it to Sam, then pulled Oliver close and yanked his pants down. He was wearing black briefs, but the tip of his excitement was poking out the top. I pulled his underwear down with my teeth, then wrapped my lips around his cock. Taking it in, I pushed the tip against the inside of my cheek. Sam got a great shot of it.
“STOP IT!”
I turned to the camera and said “I’m busy right now, sorry” but it just came out garbled with the cock in my mouth. When Jack turned his head to question I shrugged and continued sucking Oliver off.
“I’M CALLING THE COPS!” Jack yelled, but then another voice.
“Oh you are! I should be! You dirty fuckbag, stealing a little girl’s panties! Caught in the act I see! Well fuck you, I can’t believe I let you inside me!” Erica’s voice. “Find your own way home, we’re leaving!”
Confirmation, I knew it. The justice felt hollow with the knowledge he really had been cheating on me. Luckily I had something to fill that hole.
Jack looked deflated as Oliver moved his inflated penis to my flower. More like a mushy wet flower soup, but if he wanted sloppy seconds I was going to oblige. He entered me, and I moaned.
“Oh that’s really good Oliver. Really, really good.” Sam backed up, getting the full shot of us in frame. I grabbed onto the sheets. He kept slipping out, so I pulled him next to me and climbed up on top. I paused with just the tip inside so Sam could get a great close-up of me sliding myself around him. Fuck yes, that’s the spot.
I rode the fuck out of him. My boobs bounced clear of the yellow strings, them getting knotted up and pulling at me in strange ways. I didn’t care. All of my rage went into my thrusts. I kissed Oliver, but those kisses were like those of the first gulps of a desert nomad who had been dying of thirst. Needful, desperate and ungraceful.
My insides twisted and body racked as I came. I rolled off and was ready to collapse, but Oliver wasn’t finished. He kneeled beside me and jacked it. I massaged his balls, not having the energy for much else. He came, spreading his seed across my breasts and onto the sheets. I let myself relax then.
Looking at the phone, I thought Jack would have hung up but he had the most conflicted face. He was playing with himself and hating it at the same time. That made me smile. I wanted him to feel the pain I did, but my rage had subsided. It was good that there was something positive in it for him, after all he would remember this forever.
Sam propped the phone on the nightstand. I looked as he readied to slide his cock back in me, ready for another round. I dutifully spread my legs and drifted off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hc50bx/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_2