Not quite revenge [MF][long]

It wasn’t that Brian was a bad boyfriend, it just turned out he was gay, deeply in denial, and more than willing to use me as a beard for the rest of his life- which I wasn’t really ok with. The circumstances of our breakup were about as amicable as they could be for a youthful four-year partnership, despite the cheating and the lying and the whole ‘not into women’ sexuality.
And just for the record, if you’re hiding a boyfriend from your long-distance girlfriend (with whom you are in an open relationship, no less), don’t take them both out, at once, to the date-night spot you share with said boyfriend. I will always be grateful to that waitress who followed me to the bathroom, to tell me that the cute guy I was holding hands with was in that restaurant every Friday night, holding hands with the other cute guy sitting across from us. It wasn’t the cheating, that I could have forgiven, but the insistence that he was perfectly 100% straight that did us in.

But when I bailed, he lost his cover story. So, despite the distance and the fact that I was out being as slutty as possible between my grad school classes and work, he kept trying. Brian tried for weeks to get me to change my mind, and I was fed up by the time he started recruiting our mutual friends to plead his case. I needed something more serious to get the harassment to stop. I wanted revenge.

Enter Greg. He was never really my friend, and not really Brian’s either, but they’d been roommates for a brief while in college and Greg had accidentally become a very willing audience for Brian and I one night when we were all super drunk. Still, never really friends, except on Facebook. I knew he was into busty, curvy chicks like me, and one afternoon of browsing told me he and his awful fiancée had broken up. He was my usual type- tall, smart, fair-haired- so I sent him a message, and we started talking. Eventually talking turned into me asking him for a drink. One drink turned into five, and we ended up slagging on our exes for more than two hours. I explained how Brian was incessantly bothering me after cheating, and he told the sad awful story of how his fiancée left him after he told her that he couldn’t afford to take them on a two-week honeymoon to Tahiti- and she’d been spreading nasty rumors among their friends ever since. He told me that the night he’d spent watching Brian and I was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, and when he let his hand linger on my knee I leaned in close to kiss right underneath his ear.

From there it was easy. I asked if he wanted to come home, and we all but ran to my little apartment. While we were making out on my bed, he made a little suggestion that tripped all my exhibitionist wires, and would provide us both a perfect outlet for revenge- we’d record ourselves and let the video leak. I grabbed my new digital camera and set it up on my headboard.

We got down to work quickly. I unbuttoned his shirt, loudly commenting about how strong and toned his body was- such broad shoulders, such fantastic chest hair. He was fast at unhooking my bra and feasting his mouth on my skin, such a change from my last boyfriend who was never much into breasts (unsurprisingly). We were both going overboard with dirty talk, compliments, loud moans. I couldn’t tell if it was the actual touching, the words, the video, or the idea of revenge that got me going, but I was turned on beyond belief.

I reached down to unzip his pants, running my hand over his hard cock, so hot even through layers of fabric. He groaned as I made contact, reaching up to move the camera closer.

“Make sure you get this,” I started, my fingers sliding into his boxers and wrapping around the length of him, starting to slowly stroke up and down. “This is the part they’ll want to see.”

I pushed down his jeans and boxers with my other hand, freeing his gorgeous cock. I’d had a glimpse of it before but those brief glances were nothing compared to being so close. A little more than six inches long, beautifully uncut with a spectacular wide head, gloriously thick, curving upwards towards his stomach. I moaned a little bit as I wrapped my whole hand around him.

“I need to feel your mouth.” His voice was needy and held a little edge of desperation. “It’s been so long.”

“How long?” I lowered my head closer, my lips barely brushing the tip.

“She hated sex.” He groaned again, cock jerking in my hand. “More than a year.”

I made a surprised noise, and opened my mouth to swallow as much of him down as I could. The noises he made were pure relief as my lips wrapped all the way around him, my nose hitting his pubic bone, before sliding back up to lavish my tongue around his tip. I knew I didn’t have recording time to go slowly, though I wanted to savor his taste and the feel of this incredible cock, so I glanced at the camera (he was holding it above my head) and started to bob my head in earnest.

The words tumbling out of his mouth were filthy, about how good my mouth felt on his cock, how much he’d wanted to fuck me since the night he watched me with Brian, how much he wanted to feel my pussy clench around him while he made me cum. I could feel my knees getting a little wobbly, and if I’d worn panties to the bar they would have been soaked through.

It was only moments later when he pulled back, saying that he didn’t want to finish in my mouth yet.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, making sure he was looking right at the camera. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight, and every time you move you feel my cock inside you. For days.”
A man after my own heart, I tell you.

We made quick work of the rest of our clothes while kissing intensely, and I had barely rolled a condom onto his cock when he grabbed my hips, lifted me up onto his lap, and in one smooth thrust that gorgeous, glorious length was inside my body. I could feel my pussy stretching as I rocked my hips, trying to figure out the best angle. The camera was discarded for the moment as we started exploring each other- I would have noticed it laying nearby on the bed if the thick head of Greg’s cock hadn’t been hitting a good spot inside my body while his thumb was grinding little circles on my clit. I pushed onto his cock, his hand, and cried out as I reached my first orgasm.

When I opened my eyes again, he was grinning and holding the camera up.

“We didn’t get that orgasm on film so I’ll have to give you another one.”

I slid off his lap, feeling empty as we switched positions. I laid back on the bed and he knelt between my legs, lifting one of my feet to his shoulder. He angled the camera down, so it was aimed right where the head of his cock was brushing against my pussy. He teased, sliding it up and down my wetness, until I wiggled my hips and the first inch slid inside my body.

“You need to fuck me now, and stop teasing.” My voice was breathy and impatient.

He slid further into my body, and I squealed with the pleasure of it- the angle was deeper, and his thrusts were hard. He moved the camera again, aiming it at my face this time, but wide enough to watch the bounce of my breasts with each thrust.

“You like being fucked?” He asked, casually, like he wasn’t trying to drive his cock into my brain.

“I like you fucking me, like this.” I was almost out of breath, so very close.

“Tell me the truth,” He prompted, “did your ex ever make you cum?”

“Never!” The word came out like a scream as I rode out the orgasm, feeling the shudders all the way down to my toes. With Brian I’d always have to get myself off after, and the feeling of a hot, hard cock moving inside my body through my orgasm was delightful.

Greg slowed above me, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, moving ever so slightly. He nudged the camera into my hand as soon as I opened my eyes again, and aimed it down at my breasts.

At my nod, he picked up the pace of his thrusts again, just for a minute, before pulling all the way out, ripping off the condom, and spraying hot white sticky cum all over my generous cleavage.

We clicked the camera off, and laid down to recover.

Later, we’d clean up, and watch the video to see if it was worth the potential blackmail to send out- but I would wind up getting so distracted watching that I just had to suck his dick again, until I got to taste his seed and swallow every drop. That made him so distracted that he wanted to watch me cum again, and figured out just how to get me off with his fingers. He stayed the night, but we didn’t sleep much, and after he left in the morning we seemed to forget about our little video.

We didn’t end up sending the video to our exes, or to anyone- but we did drop a few hints to some more gossipy friends to get the rumor mill churning, which was enough to get our respective exes to leave us both alone.

I didn’t see him again after that night, as we’d both end up meeting our future spouses not long afterwards. He’s married now with many small children, and I’m still having a lot of slutty adventures, though I doubt either one of us will ever forget our revenge sex.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8dzbpr/not_quite_revenge_mflong