Revenge on my cheating girlfriend with the girl I’d declined for her [MF]

*Skip to ============================ for just the sex, you horny cold blooded monster.*

I should have felt guilty at the time for roping her into this. In retrospect, I do. I pulled into the visitor parking lot of Alice’s “new” job. A white-walled depressingly “modern corporate” structure with as much glass as structurally possible, and undoubtedly stuffed full of cramped low wall cube farms. None of that was visible right now, though. It was 9PM, and all but the well lit entrance of the building was mired in darkness and the relentless winter rain. I saw Alice push open one of the tinted glass entry doors and step from the dim lobby into the bright lights, looking for my car as her short evening shift ended. She was wearing a long form fitting red dress that tapered around her hips and followed the curve of her thighs, her brown curly hair was back in a bun, and her black heels weren’t too high but certainly high enough to give her every step a physical presence to go along with the eye-drawing *click*.

She really looked the part. I almost laughed when I saw here, wanting to shout “I CAN’T BELIEVE I WENT WITH THAT CHEATING WHORE INSTEAD OF HER!” to the heavens. I didn’t though. It also would have been to my car roof in actuality, which doesn’t have quite the same poetic symbolism. Regardless, her radiant smile as she saw my car and turned towards me certainly did wonders to calm me down. She opted to not pull out her umbrella before doing the awkward “I’m trying to jog but I’m wearing heels” motion (I’m sure all women are intimately familiar..) as she jaunted from the dry overhang of the entrance towards my car.

I unlocked the passenger door for her. She pulled it open. Instead of shimmying in sideways like a normal person, she made a point of bending over with her back turned to shift her ass into the car first, before swinging her legs over the skirt below the door. Just like how she used to ‘back then’, shameless and confident. The tightness of the red fabric of her dress dipped ever so slightly between her cheeks, illuminated briefly by the dim interior light of the car as it switched on, presenting a tantalizing outline of her ass. It was all over in less than a second. She sat down, the door closed, the light switched off. But it was good to see that some things never change.

Especially tonight.

I pulled out of the parking lot. She cut right to the chase and asked what was wrong. I guess it was obvious. It’s not like I made a habit of spending $10 on gas and 2 hours of time to pick friends up from Narnia and drive them home after work, so I gave her the respect she deserved and told her everything.

Yesterday my temporarily long distance girlfriend, Mary, had told me she cheated on me with her supervisor and mentor at her new job. A man 25 years older than us at the time, who was married with kids. She had flown out with him for an overnight work trip to stage a new office, insisted that it was ok to share a room and save some money, and seduced him when they were alone. To her credit, she didn’t even try to make excuses. Alice was completely scandalized. I don’t even think she was playing it up for my benefit, she was legitimately shocked. I was getting progressively more animated as I detailed my frustration. She put a hand on my leg to try and calm me down, and said all of the things a friend is supposed to say. Agreeing with me, saying I deserved better, and so on.

Well, I suppose she had good reason to be angry along with me. I’d chosen Mary over her after all, and told that to her directly. It had been.. 6 months? Maybe 8? Just enough time for a wound like that to heal, depending on how much troll blood you’ve got in you.

When I’d sent a text to Alice earlier asking if we could chat after work, I wanted revenge on Mary. The moment Alice sat in my car and started talking to me like the good friend she was, that design flew out the window. What a stupid idea, anyways. Alice was a friend and she deserved better than to be treated like an instrument; used to get back at someone for an action that had nothing to do with her. This was much better.. just talking to someone who cares enough to listen. The half hour back to the part of town we lived in flew by while we talked. The turn to her apartment block was coming up down the street. The highway was dark and slick with rain. “Just keep driving.” She turned and smiled at me.

I remembered the last time she’d said that as I drove her home from the old job we used to work together. Not long afterwards, I was two fingers deep in her pussy as she sat, legs spread, in the passenger seat of my car.

*What the hell have I got myself into?* I had thought at the time as she moaned my name while her legs slowly squeezed together over my wrist while it pushed and gyrated my fingers inside of her. Her hips grinded against my hand, following the movement of my fingers, refusing to let me leave. The love, desire, and pleasure in her voice as she said it had shocked me. I think she realized it too, after catching her breath and calming her squirming thighs. It was like I had just fulfilled her deepest romantic fantasy. But.. that was her boyfriend’s job, not mine. They had been dating for years, since before I’d even known her. It was a struggle for us to overcome the embarrassed and awkward silence on our way to her home. Her constant seductive games at work which had been steadily increasing in frequency and magnitude over the past year completely ceased, until a couple of weeks later we had our talk. While driving us home from another shift, she had said, “I love you Alex. I want to leave Eric for you.” But.. I had my eyes on someone else. It broke my heart to tell her, to hurt a friend, but she took it in stride. I think she already knew, and just needed to get it off her chest.

*What the hell have I got myself into?* That same thought returned. “How about bubble tea?” I responded. Just like the old days when we went out just as ‘friends’. Sure, every meeting with just the two of us was laced with sexual tension, generally involved Alice revealing a little bit more than was appropriate either verbally or physically, and no doubt kept both of us up at night, hand between legs, thinking about what *could* have happened if we were just a bit more unscrupulous.. but those were just thoughts, not actions.

She laughed. A mind-reader’s laugh, if such a thing exists. A laugh that told me that I’d only snared myself deeper in her web, not escaped it. “Alright, sure!”

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I didn’t need to ask where we should go. We’d done this so many times before. Straight past her turn, next left, north to the next arterial road, right, past the school, left into the next plaza, park in front of the usual place. The place was three quarters full even this late on a weekday, filled with students, and graduates like us who hadn’t yet let go. We grabbed our orders, and sequestered ourselves in a 4 person booth at the back of the shop. Even without any music, the tall booths and the dozen other groups all laughing and chattering afforded us privacy for our conversation, as we leaned forwards and spoke with each other.
She had listened to me vent to her, and now it was my turn. She told me why she had broken up with her boyfriend the other month, lamenting his lack of motivation, how she felt like he hadn’t progressed in maturity after graduating, and how he had begun languishing in his career. She wanted to have a child in a few years, and he wasn’t going to cut it.

As we spoke, I took the sight of her in. I resented the dark blue lighting. The kind of lighting clubs use to make *everyone* look good while drunkenly dancing, hiding all of their imperfections and blemishes, working in tandem with alcohol to make everyone a prospect. It washed away all the features that made Alice.. Alice. The light that would normally catch in the gentle locks of her long, curly hair, instead hid those curls from sight. The few small freckles on her cheeks became invisible. The subtly red lipstick to go along with the theme of her dress may as well not have been there. Her pale white skin, exposed just above the cut of her dress which ever so slightly bared the top of her breasts, was given a ghostly and alien hue.

Of course, I wasn’t just thinking those things, I was looking too. And she caught me on the last part. It was probably the tiniest little flick of my eyes, but it may as well have been as blatant as a truck crashing through the front of the cafe when we were barely 2 feet from each other and holding an intimate 1 on 1 conversation. She looked down at her breasts. “Are they popping out or something?” before looking back up after confirming that no, they obviously were not, and laughing at me. She grabbed the front of her dress below the table and gently pulled it down more, exposing a tiny bit more skin until a small strip of the dark top of her bra was there. “Is that better?”

For anyone else, that action was a direct question. Let’s go get a coffee. There’s nobody back at my place. Come watch a movie with me. *Please fuck me!* For Alice, that was just business as usual. Teasing, toying, and playing with the only man who worked at our old job. Seeing how far she could push, before reigning everything back in to whatever she had interpreted as my limit. I was a curiosity for her, until she accidentally let it become something more. Just as she deserved, some might say.

I’d learned her ways, though. I could throw down, too. I’m not one for subtlety, and *lack of subtlety* is how I always retaliated against her advances. If she wanted to push me, then I’d push right back with a smile on my face.

“Why’d you stop?”

She glanced down again, before looking back up. “There’s nothing more to see!”

“Sure there is! Need a hand?” I began to slowly reach forwards, my fingers bent to hook into her bra. She leaned back before I made it across the table and laughed, “Ok, you win.” I laughed too, withdrawing my hand and leaning back myself.

We sat there in silence for a few moments. Her dark brown eyes looked at me intensely as she paused, a coy smile on her lips. She looked sad, or maybe bittersweet. I felt like I could see her thoughts move a few moments back to her rant about her ex and play out on her features, even as the blue light partially masked her. Alex was motivated. Alex transitioned from a university party-hard degenerate to maturity. Alex had a career that was progressing rapidly. Alex.. was leaving the province and moving far, far away in a few months. Alex didn’t want to have children. Alex *doesn’t love me*.

We’d reached the end of our drinks. Satisfied with the tea and with our company, we enjoyed the silence of friends, letting the dull chatter of the other booths briefly overwhelm us.

Alice broke our quiet first. “Anyways.. I’m really sorry to hear about Mary.” I could tell she wasn’t finished as she looked out of the booth, holding her empty drink with both hands. “I miss doing this.”

I could relate. For all the praise and fetishization placed on finishing school and getting a well-heeled office job where you get benefits and make a decent salary, it’s hard not to think back and romanticize the time spent working shitty shifts after class long into the evening at a job that you couldn’t care less about, socializing with coworkers and customers, hanging out after closing shop, and generally getting up to no good. Now, our coworkers were all middle aged and drowning in responsibility. We were young and out of place. We didn’t belong. In some years time we’d join that endless treadmill too. The process had just begun, we were already being broken down. That’s the sacrifice we made for the paycheque.

“Me too.” I responded. Then I thought back on everything we’d said and done tonight. Alice here was still the Alice I’d known.

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As we stepped back outside, things progressed rapidly. 11 on the clock as I turned my car over. “Want to go up to the park?” she asked.

Now that.. *that* was the direct question. There were a dozen parks around us. We were parked right across from one. But that park was the only one ‘up’. It was just a ways down from a university campus, and complete with secluded trails, small outcrops of trees to block sight, a romantic viewpoint of the city lights, and many a young couple in search of.. privacy. Not a kilometer away from that park was where I’d parked my car with her that *other* dark night last year.

*Isn’t this what I wanted?*

I’d realized shortly after I’d picked her up that it wasn’t. I didn’t want to do this to her. Use her, and then toss her aside like a cum towel, before showing Mary the aftermath. What a fucking dumb idea, honestly. Our friendship was worth more than that.

But I didn’t say no. She’d just asked, not me. That was my justification, at least. Nevermind the fact that I’d put us in this situation in the first place. Instead, with one hand on the shift lever as I prepared to pull the car into reverse, I looked at her and said,

“Do you still love me?”

Sounds like a cheesy movie line, right? The kind of line that caps out a scene with two star crossed lovers standing in the rain, arms entwined around each other, staring deeply into each other’s eyes as we search for comfort in the warmth of our bodies and new-found love.

It wasn’t. Life isn’t a fucking movie. That shit doesn’t happen. I didn’t love her. I loved Mary. I hated Mary right now, but I loved Mary. I was thinking about Mary this whole fucking time. When I asked that, I had one eyebrow raised so high as to blend in with the light brown hair falling across my brow. I threw the question at her like a playful frisbee toss. Casual and devoid of any deep meaning no matter how much you tried to read into it – because there wasn’t any. I phrased it like I was still her supervisor at work, training her on some process when she was a new employee. Not a hint of romanticism. “Did you remember to roll the quarters?” with a small hint of admonishment. But in this case, instead of hearing “Yes, I rolled the quarters” I wanted to hear “No, I don’t love you.” I think it was pretty obvious to her.

Alice laughed harder than she had all night. “Fuck you!” More laughing, “Not after that!”

I laughed with her. I could tell she meant it. I didn’t expect the churn in my stomach that I felt when I got that answer, though. It felt like I’d just done something permanent, drastic, and life altering. In reality, I’d made that decision a year ago already, and there was no going back. But nevertheless.. the pain of being cheated on and then being told by a former lover that they’d moved on hit me harder than I expected.

But that’s what I had wanted her to say. The logical part of my mind still somehow keeping its head above the vortex of emotion I’d been feeling today was a lifeline I clung to desperately in my vulnerability. Alice and I had no future. *I know we have no future.* The only thing left was.. whatever this was going to be. A loose end to be tied to a brick and thrown in the ocean. And what about after? Was this loose end going to be the conclusion of a friendship too? Well, I’m a sucker for emotionally devastating sex. At least it would be a memory. I pulled out to the edge of the plaza, and stopped the car. Making a show of looking both ways, I hovered my left hand over the turn signal, and made a decision. Down.

I pulled out and took us towards the park.

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A few minutes later, I pulled off the end of the parkway and into the parking lot. The lot was empty with not a soul in sight. I parked facing the car down the slope so we could enjoy the view. After a few minutes of idle talk, reminiscing about work and talking about how everyone else in our friend group was doing, she finally brought us verbally to where we both were mentally.

“So.. are you just waiting for something to happen? You’ll be waiting all night.” Alice teased.

“I’m sorry? Last time you just opened your legs and I didn’t even need to ask. Just make sure you take your shoes off this time.”

Got her. She snorted before covering her mouth and laughing. Not a particularly attractive noise. I half expected to hear a bell as the round was called. It was true, though – the last time she hadn’t bothered, and left a nice long scuff mark as she spider-lady’d her hips down the seat and her foot up to the center console where her shoe dragged across the cheap plastic as our hands met over her pussy. To be fair, I *would* have traded another scuff mark in my new car for sex with her tonight, but she didn’t need to know that.

She leaned forwards, reached down, and easily pulled her feet out of her heels, before turning her chest towards me and tossing them into the back seat. “Better?” she asked.

“No, that’s where we’re going.” I replied. She giggled again. I guess I was saying the right things to break the ice for her. “Not right here we aren’t.” Fair enough. There was a set of stadium lights that blasted the majority of the parking lot with bright light. Even if it was dark where we were, the car would stick out like a sore thumb while the rear suspension *bounced suspiciously.*

I turned the car over and pulled us out of the parking lot. Alice was in her element, able to tease me however she wanted while I took us to our destination. With her seatbelt still off, she pinched her dress just below her hips, lifted herself off the seat, and pulled. The unmistakable sound of fabric sliding across skin was barely audible over the engine and tires. I struggled to keep my attention on the road as I drove us all-too-impatiently to the same dark, wooded corner of an empty residential street we’d used before. A quick glance at her showed the dress, which normally cut just above her knees, was now at the top of her thighs. My cock throbbed against my jeans, straining to burst free. The same motion and sound again. Another glance. Each street light flashed rain-scattered light through the car window, illuminating her now bare thighs, her red dress now bunched around her midriff, the thin line of her panties now just visible above her hips. Fuck. *Fuck*. My cock pulsed with anticipation, throbbing in tandem with the beat of my heart. I took one hand off the steering wheel to position it more comfortably. Alice giggled when she saw my hand slide beneath my waistband to adjust my cock. Mistaking my intention, Alice in a sing-song voice said, “You’re so impatient! Just wait a bit..”

This was just another of our work “dances” taken to the extreme. With a quick movement of my right hand, I reached down to the console and gently flipped the heated seat switch on her side. *Throw back.* She was too preoccupied to notice my movement. The little prank helped alleviate some of the tension I felt, even if it would take a minute to see the results.

Alice, in the meantime, was busy sliding one hand from her hips to her lower abdomen, before lowering it down over her dark panties. As she squeezed her legs over her hand, I couldn’t see anything but the faint movement of her wrist out of the corner of my eye, as she likely pressed her fingers firmly against her clit and toyed with herself. Her other hand grabbed one of her tits through her dress, and started massaging and kneading it as she threw her head back and gave an exaggerated gasp. She was putting on a show for me.

Normally, I spend more time thinking of gas mileage than miles per hour. But right now? Yea, fuck that. I was practically drifting around corners as I blazed us towards the spot. I thrashed my car like it was my first night on a highway alone after getting my license. *Just another punk kid with daddy’s car* anyone looking out of their window would’ve thought. Every street lamp that flashed past cast an orange glow across her bare thighs, briefly illuminating the bright red scrunched against her belly by the arm sliding between her legs. She lifted her ass off the seat again, once again bringing her hands to her sides, and this time pulling her panties down towards her knees, where they fell to her ankles.

At the same time as she did that, I turned onto the empty dead end street. During the day, a car or three would be parked here, the drivers somewhere out in the woods enjoying some peace and quiet. On a dark, rainy winter night like this, there wasn’t a soul in sight. Taking the opportunity while the car slowed to look at her, I saw her chin was to her chest, her eyes closed as she took small sharp breaths and exhaled in short gasps. Her back was slightly arched forwards off the seat, pushing her concealed pussy down against her fingers.

Suddenly, she stopped and opened her eyes. “Did you..”, she started squirming her shoulders side to side and pulling her hands away from toying with herself to smack the sides of the seats, looking for the switch. We couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck you Alex, turn it off!” She lifted her hips off the seat, before bringing them back down and re-connecting her bare skin with the upholstery, right as I pulled the car to the curb and killed the engine. “Actually.. it feels kind of nice.” she said, throwing me a quick dirty look, before visibly pushing herself down to *feel* the hot cushion pressing against her and biting her lip.

I threw my seatbelt off, undid the clasp of my belt with my left hand, and reached over to her soft and warm bare thigh with my right. She squeezed her legs together tightly, but my fingers easily pushed between them and over her mound. My fingers easily found her lips and replaced the motions her hand had been making earlier, as my other hand finally freed my cock from the constraints of my jeans, where it shot up straight as an arrow and pulsed in anticipation of feeling Alice wrap tightly around me. My middle finger easily pushed through her slick lips and up inside of her. This time, a moan. Her legs finally slightly opened for me, giving me a view of the gentle curve of her waist as it sensually dived down between her legs where my hand was now pleasuring her.

We’d stopped here last time. But not this time.

Wordlessly, she twisted her body to the left and pulled herself over the console and into the back bench seat, where she sat on her knees with her hands over the back and into the trunk of the hatchback. She shook her ass a bit too entice me as I made the same motions to come join her, before she flipped herself back around and sat herself with her ass placed at the edge of the seat, and her legs spread open.

A thought came to mind unbidden. I love giving oral. *Mary never lets me eat her out.*

Alice will.

As I leaned in to join Alice in the back, I brought my lips immediately to the bare skin of her waist just below the fabric of her dress, eliciting a surprised and pleased “Oh!”. She’d probably been expecting me to go for her breasts, or maybe hoping her lips.

I was thinking of Mary, not romance. Thinking of the one time she’d let me eat her out, and I’d brought her to orgasm so, so, so many times and so intensely that she couldn’t stand afterwards..

My lips dipped lower, and Alice shifted her body towards the corner of the back seat as she realized my wordless intention, giving me room to put myself in the seat well. I took my hands and gripped her soft, voluptuous ass, squeezing my fingers into it as I gently pulled and pushed her into the position I wanted. Finally, my lips kissed the tip of her pussy, and sent a shudder through her. I shifted one hand from her ass to her lower back, and brought the other to her pussy. Making a “peace” sign, I massaged her soft outer lips as I continued to lightly kiss her.

It was my turn to tease. And I was going to make her *fucking desperate*.

I was going to make Mary so jealous.

Alice started trying to push herself towards me, I pulled away to match her movement. She moaned. I brought my two fingers ever so slightly inwards along her lips, now feeling the edge of the warm and wet transition to her pussy. I kissed her clit this time, before pulling away. “Fuck, Alex…” she said. I could sense the annoyance in her body language, but I could hear the pleasure in her voice. I continued as such, gently and firmly massaging her lips up and down with my fingers, before I finally granted her some release by placing my tongue on her clit and gently swirling it around. She propped herself up on her elbows and tried to push herself towards me again as she moaned. This time, I allowed it, and continued, slowly and gently teasing her clit with my tongue. She began to breathe deeper. I could make out her chest rising and falling as I glanced up at her with my eyes while she looked straight down at me and moaned softly.

I was only just getting started. Now, I brought my two fingers past her outer lips, and into her pussy, joining my tongue near her clit, and simultaneously pushing my tongue against her as I moved myself against her clit, while my two fingers slide down her inner lips and teased her opening. She was dripping wet. It took all of my willpower to not pull myself up and plunge my cock deep inside of her in one thrust. Mary had asked me to stop and give her a break as she calmed herself at this point.

Alice didn’t.

She moaned louder than before, and started gyrating her hips against my tongue and my fingers, joining and complementing my movements. I slid my fingers around her pussy, gently up and down, teasing her opening and getting them wet with her cum as my tongue continued to lap at her clit. She began to shudder. I knew she was about to cum. “Wait..” Mary had said.

But Alice? “Oh my god Alex.. just like that..”

I felt a headrush come on, feeling a void in my chest as the adrenaline, anger, and pleasure all coalesced in me at once at that sentence. *Yes. Fuck yes.*

I slid my two fingers inside of her.

Alice came instantly. She fell onto her back, her elbows no longer supporting her as one hand dived to the back of my head and the other to my shoulder. She moaned and shuddered, one moment pulling away, the next pushing back. My hand on her lower back tried to hold her in place. I continued exactly what I had been doing, not increasing or decreasing my pace, letting my tongue ride up her pussy above her opening and firmly over her clit, before licking it in a circle, and then tracing her lips back down, before making another round. I left my fingers inside of her unmoving at first, feeling her contract against them as her pussy slickened with cum, and halfway through her orgasm I pushed them deeper still, bringing another wave of shuddering movements through her.

Did I say I fucking love oral?

My thoughts raced between Alice and Mary, a blur that I can’t recall for the life of me. All I know, is that I needed more. Alice did too. She told me to keep going, but she didn’t need to say anything. Her body did all the talking for her. Her pussy clamped tight around my fingers as I began to properly fuck her opening with them, giving her the whole length of both of them as I thrust into her. Sensing the new desperation in her, I tossed aside the gentle pace I’d used with my tongue to bring her to her first orgasm, and instead began to lick her intensely, letting her feel my warm tongue along her whole pussy as I continued that same movement at a faster and firmer movement, each circle of her clit eliciting a moan, a shudder, or a push from her hips against me. This was where Mary had tapped out, after sending one more quick orgasm through her.

I pushed a third finger into Alice.

She lost it. Her half-stifled moans and gasps let loose. She started bouncing her hips up and down against my fingers, dragging her pussy over my tongue with each cycle. I recognized the sign, and stopped my movement, holding my fingers and tongue firm and still as she fucked herself on them, making slight adjustments as I read her body language and listened to her moans. She finally, *finally* brought both her hands to the top of her dress and pulled it down over her tits with her bra, not caring to remove them “properly”, just exposing herself enough so she could grab handfuls of her tits and feel herself up.

Moments later, she slammed her hips down, and stayed there. My heart beat louder than her half-moan half-scream as I finished her off by pushing my three fingers ever so slightly deeper than she’d pressed herself, while simultaneously pressing my lips right over her clit and planting them firmly, lightly sucking while I swirled my tongue around her hood.

To that date, I’d never made someone cum so hard. She threw her head side to side, back arched, the quivers interrupting her sensual moan making her sound like she was cumming hard as we drove along the rumble strip of a highway in a car with no suspension. She tilted her hips towards me as her orgasm began, firmly planting my fingers deep into her pussy and her clit against my tongue. I had one more trick. I curled my fingers ever so slightly up, pushing up against her quivering walls as she came. She let out one long, loud, drawn out “Fuuuuuuuuuck” at that, before her exhausted body collapsed back again and my soaking wet fingers slid halfway out of her.

*Mary didn’t want me to kiss her after I gave her tongue.*

I finally pulled myself away from her pussy, noting how easily my fingers slid out of her opening as she seemed to tightly squeeze me away. I kissed my way gently up to her navel, then skipped the dress bunched around her midriff, and teased the bottom of one of her tits with my lips, up a bit more to the dark circle around her nipple, and then finally put both lips over it and sucked gently. I’d guessed that her tits were sensitive for her after seeing her grabbing herself earlier, and I was right. She moaned softly, and slightly louder when I brought my left hand to circle around and grip her breast as I licked her nipple, and my right hand to grab the other, tweaking my thumb over her other nipple. I left my hands there massaging her breasts, pulled my lips off her nipple, and then kissed the top of her breast, then the base of her shoulder, neck, cheek.. lips.

She surely knew it was coming, but didn’t stop me. I wasn’t thinking of Alice as I tilted my head slightly, placing my lips over hers, sharing a brief press of our lips together, before pulling back. I dove back in again, deeper this time seeing her fail to react to my test, my tongue briefly finding hers as she undoubtedly tasted herself on me. I was conscious of how close my throbbing cock was to her pussy in this position, awkwardly tangled with her in the narrow confines of the back of my car. I pulled away, realizing the intense intimacy of my gesture. Intimacy I hadn’t intended to share, hadn’t *wanted* to share. Driven by the thought of making Mary feel the same betrayal I’d felt, I’d done it anyways.

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Alice pushed herself up against me, and I pulled back and sat down on the seat. I was mentally satisfied, but the pulses flowing through my cock were only growing in intensity by the moment. Soon it would be almost painful if I didn’t feel the relief of her pussy taking me full and deep. With some trepidation as the beginnings of regret formulated in my mind, I sat back as her leg swung over me, her head over my shoulder and leaning against the back of the seat. I crossed my arms and pulled my long sleeve shirt up and over my head, throwing it aside. She reached up and unclasped the clip holding her hair up, letting it fall out.

Her hair was similar to mine, but just a bit longer, coming down to her breasts rather than just slightly past the shoulders like mine. Flowy and gentle curls, light brown, and smooth thin strands that gave it a wispy aspect. Her hair fell down to my shoulder and face as she leaned against me, pressing her warm, bare breasts against my chest. I felt the tiniest bit of dampness still in it. A memory burst into my mind with all the suddenness of a gunshot. Some time after she’d started working at my job with me, perhaps a year or two, she’d noticed how similar our hair was and asked what I put in it to give it that long, flowing *wave*, as it slowly went from straight at the scalp to a singular final curl at the bottom. She’d always struggled with frizziness and too much curl. “Nothing! Shampoo thoroughly, then condition your hair liberally. Leave it in for 5 minutes. Towel dry gently to damp, then put your hair back in a ponytail. Add a hair elastic every few inches. I use 3. Leave it like that for a few hours, take your hair out, and voila.”

“Doesn’t your hair stay damp all day in the ponytail?” She’d asked. I told her that’s probably what helped it keep that shape. I don’t know, I’m not a hair care expert. But she tried it, and it worked. Her twist on my method was to bunch her hair up in a bun instead. Here in the back of my car, it was dark. She was too close to me. I couldn’t see her hair. But from the fruity waft of the conditioner she used and that ever so faint dampness I felt, I didn’t need to be able to see to know that her hair looked perfect, that long wavy look that she had so badly wanted to replicate coursing from scalp to tip and now draped across my chest. It had been years, and she still followed that little piece of advice from me when she wanted her hair to look beautiful.

Like I said, I’m a sucker for emotionally devastating sex. Suddenly, my disinterest turned to desire. I needed her. I wanted her. The logic in my mind that had previously done such a stand-up job of keeping me abreast of all the reasons why Alice and Alex wouldn’t and couldn’t be a thing was fucking vapourized mid scream. Reduced to atoms. Now, I wanted to make up for all the missed opportunities, all the nights I laid alone in my bed after dropping Alice off, knowing that she was just a few kilometers away struggling to keep quiet as she played with herself to thoughts of me. I didn’t need to guess, she had fucking told me. Told me the porn she watched, the things she fantasized about, the ways Eric couldn’t please her. She wanted me to know, because she wanted me to want her. Wanted me to make her cheat on her boyfriend with me, so she wouldn’t feel as guilty.

There were no more barriers for her. Eric was dumped. My girlfriend Mary had cheated on me. I’d come knocking to her first out of all of my friends, knowing what the possibilities were, knowing what the *implication* was. I had been resolved to sit there and let her satisfy herself on my cock, until I felt my cum spurt inside of her. A final reluctant conclusion to our story. Now, as her arm slid between us and gripped my cock, guiding it towards her pussy, my hands instead went to her waist. I pulled down on her hips, feeling her wet lips almost immediately part and take my cock halfway inside of her. I stopped there, relishing in her moan as her tits pressed against me again, and let her slowly fall the rest of the way down my shaft, until the entire length of my throbbing cock was buried inside of her. I let my hips slide down the seat, giving her a better position as she began to ride me, the cold bite of the air in my car immediately noticeable as her pussy slid back off of me and left a trail of her wetness on my cock.

She alternated between bouncing her hips and pressing her pussy into me, before grinding her pussy against my waist in a circle, and then lifting herself back up to ride some more. I gripped her hips and helped guide her, lifting her up, pulling her down, making sure she felt the tip of my cock nearly exit her entirely before pulling her tightly against me with every solid inch buried into her hole. Her tits bounced in my face, and I couldn’t resist taking them into my mouth, sucking them as she continued riding, feeling them fall away from my lips as I began to meet her bounces with my own deep thrusts and her riding grew more intense.

Every time her hips pressed down into me, she felt almost expectant, pausing for just the slightest moment as if waiting to feel that first thick, warm pulse of my cum flood her, before picking herself back up and repeating the process, meeting my own hips as I followed her up with my own hard thrust and met her pussy halfway down as she glided back along my cock. I couldn’t hold back.

Some part of my mind must have still, at least subliminally, been thinking straight. As I felt myself go over the edge, I shifted my hands from her hips to her ass, grabbing her tight. Overcoming the urge to keep her held in position as I thrust my cock up into her and buried every drop of my cum inside of her, I instead lifted her off my cock as she came up for her next bounce, before letting her fall back down, my wet cock gliding past her opening and over her lips, and past her clit. She gasped in surprise, and probably a little disappointment, as I slid out of her, but quickly moaned against as the feeling of my hard, pulsing cock pressed against her lips and clit as the warmth of her skin replaced the tight clasp of her pussy. I had the presence of mind to hook my fingers into her dress and yank it up out of the way as I felt the first shot of cum pour through me, my cock flexing and throbbing, desperately pushing against Alice as if trying to push me off of her. She leaned down close to me and threw her arms around my shoulder and neck, her pelvis grinding along the throbbing shaft of my cock as I came hard between us.

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The awkward silence didn’t last as long this time. After we were cleaned up and back in the front seats, she even had the fortitude to immediately bring up Mary again. She encouraged me to work things out with Mary, and to not cancel my flight coming in a few weeks. I guess she really *had* meant her answer to my earlier question. And with the veil of emotion dispelled by my post-orgasm clarity, I found myself finally thinking straight too. I had already been thinking along those lines, but it was nice to get some reinforcement. I couldn’t help but apologize and say that I’d taken things too far. She said it was just as much her fault. To be honest, it was fantastic. I was relieved that we’d *finally* put this behind us. All this time and tension, when we’d just needed to fuck and be done with it I guess.

I dropped her off at her apartment building where I’d always dropped her off, and she walked inside alone the way she’d always walked inside alone. But this time, unlike all the others, we were *both* satisfied with that.

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