You must imagine yourself so clever and sneaky, Mike, but I can see you flirting with that scantily dressed redhead. I know more than you think. For instance, I know how your little game of conquest is going to play out. You're going to buy her a few drinks, chat her ears off, and then you'll suddenly have to go before she can invite you to her place for sex because tonight you have to worry about my presence. So instead of fucking her within the next few hours, you're going to ask for her number and then call her behind my back, schedule something for the weekend, get her riding on your dick, and then promptly out of your system, that's your style, Mike, you love them and leave them.I suppose I should be grateful you're not a great lover so they never want more from you, unlike me, they've all been quick to realize what a failure of a man you are and they cut their losses after a few tumbles beneath the sheets. Unlike me, the idiot who genuinely fell in love with you and hoped she was the one with whom you'd settle down and start a ****** like you said we would. Did you think I wouldn't find out, eventually? I may be blonde, darling, but I'm not dumb. It won't shame me to admit it, my feelings for you have blinded my judgment and I ignored so many red flags. You're hot and charming when you want to be. Like now, I can imagine you're probably complimenting the little harlot because she's revealing those pearly whites of hers as if she's trying to single-handedly light up that entire corner you've snuck your cheating ass into. But I've sobered up my love and decided I've had enough of this constant disrespect. I'm not going to rush over there, though, and break you two up, causing a scene, and have you humiliate me with your bullshit excuses before it occurs to you that perhaps we should discuss things in private and not give our friends any juicy gossip fodder.
I'll let you do your thing and continue to pretend like I'm not noticing your prolonged absence, charm her panties off, and go on. I'll be here, doing my own thing, it being your best friend, the very reason we're at this club tonight. Ethan's celebrating turning 35 years young and I have the right present for the birthday boy. I chat with the guy, laughing at his pathetic jokes, letting my touches linger a little longer than necessary. Sometimes I see you watching us, jealousy burning in your eyes, and for a moment, it feels good, it feels like justice. But it's not enough and I take it a step further, dancing with Ethan like there's no one else in the room, grinding against his crotch, molding myself to his body, pressing my tits into his chest like a bitch in heat, the chemistry between us is undeniable. He's always found me hot and tonight, after a few drinks, not even the friendship between you two is reason enough for Ethan to keep his hands away from my curves. His eyes are drinking me in and his hands are roaming my body.
I can tell you're seething with anger, but there's nothing you can do since you're busy discreetly cheating on me over there. You can't let that one escape, there's something about her that you really like, I know it is her tits, they don't look that much bigger than mine, but, who cares, look at how you've caught fire, you're blatantly staring at us now!
Part of me wonders if I'm taking it too far, then I remember all the times you've taken me for granted and I imagine all the other harlots that I've been unknowingly sharing you with and return my attention to the birthday boy and whisper hotly in his ear, "Shall we go somewhere more private?" The invitation was accompanied by a cheeky brush of my hand against the front of his pants where a little tent has formed and I know he won't say no.
"Fuck," he pants, his eyes briefly scouring the surroundings, assumingly searching for you.
"I have a present for you," I insist, "It's something you've been wanting for a long time." He's positively shaking against me, trying hard not to buck his hips and thrust against my daring hand, he wants me bad.
"What about Mike?"
"Oh, I don't know what he got you, maybe some video game or another, this present is from me alone," I trail off, biting down on my lower lip, working it between my teeth "Unless you're going to tell me you don't want it, but you do, don't you? I wanna give it to you."
Ethan swallows hard, his resolve crumbling fast, "You know he's cheating on you, right?" His words leave a bitter taste in my mouth, but he's his best friend, of course, he knew.
"Why do you think I'm going to let you fuck me tonight, Ethan? Quid pro quo. It could be your chance to get back at him, too, for all those subtle jokes about you being a virgin nerd. You hate it when he makes fun of you like that, right? Fuck me in revenge, send me back to him full of your cum, humiliate him."
"Oh, fuck it," he murmurs, before taking my hand in his and leading me outside, to his car.
He's parked it in a dimly lit back alley, Jackpot! "Where to?" He asks, unlocking the doors and looking like he's about to bolt, with or without me, he's so nervous, it's almost cute.
"Why don't you fuck me right here, birthday boy?" I wink at him, pushing him to take a seat. "Do me dirty, inside your car. I'm your slut for the night, take me like one."
"What if Mike-"
"Catches us, so what, what's he gonna do? Pull your cock outta me? Be a man and fuck me!" I don't give Ethan another second to think, to panic, and possibly change his cowardly mind. I climb inside right after him, straddling his legs and I start rubbing my pussy against his crotch. I scrunch up my tube dress to reveal both my tits and the sexy thongs I'm wearing, letting its fabric hang around my waist, like a mini corset. "Suck on these," I command, as I wrap a hand around his neck and bring his head down to my tits. Ethan obeys without hesitation, licking and sucking on my nipples, making them stand up straight, begging for more. His mouth on me feels good, but I need him to be less gentle. I tug on his hair, making him wince in pain, and in return, he sinks his teeth into my soft breasts, "Ah, yes, just like that, baby, mark me."
With my arms around his shoulders, holding myself upright as he continues to devour my sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure through me I offer, "Are you ready for my hot pussy?" humping myself against the bulge in his jeans. "Will you fuck your best friend's girlfriend and make me yours?"
"What do you think? Feel that," he says hoarsely, "It's all for you." With that, there's a rush to unzip his pants and pull them down exposing his throbbing cock, the tip glistens with pre-cum as I rub my slit against it, teasing him with the prospect of finally getting to sample the warmth and depth of my cunt I'm hovering above Ethan's sizable dick, in the perfect position to take him in one swift thrust until he grabs hold of my hips and pushes me onto his erection, letting me feel every inch of him and that is when I hear Mike calling for me, his voice is a delicious mix of anger and desperation.
"Blair, where the fuck are you?" My revenge cheating couldn't be going better if I'd somehow planned it this way. Mike finally finds Ethan's car, at the very last second, and with it, he finds us, or rather me, just as I'm lowering my body onto his best friend's cock.
"Fuck, you're huge," I mewl, louder than I need to. I intend it as a direct humiliation for Mike, but the truth is that Ethan is much bigger, thicker too, and he fills me better than my boyfriend does, stretching me around his velvety hot dick and reaching parts inside of me that haven't been stimulated before, "Give it to me, birthday boy," I add with a deep moan. I then wrap myself around my lover, letting my long curls hide the satisfied smile on my face, and I begin to fuck myself on Ethan's rod like my life depends on it, and for what it's worth, he, too, is clinging onto me and driving himself up into my pussy like he's never had a tighter one in his life.
We're both so intoxicated with the feel of each other and there's a desperate need with which we're fucking, that our bodies are practically glued together by sweat. We can barely breathe through the heat of each other's lust, but that doesn't stop me from slightly pulling away to find his lips and claim his mouth with a searing kiss. Ethan groans against me when I suck on his tongue and then, fanning the flames of my desire, I bite down on his lower lip, tugging on it hard enough to draw blood, which I then lick, like a modern vampire as Ethan's hips jerk forward involuntarily and he pushes himself deeper between my legs. "Fuck, that was hot," he pants, licking over his split lip, "Tell me I fuck you better than Mike. Tell me it's me who owns your pussy, not him."
"You do fuck me so much better, birthday boy," I moan, "And you're going to make me cum so hard, too." His fingers dig into my thighs, possessive and demanding, as though he wants to keep me in place until he's drained all the possible pleasure out of every inch of my body. His eyes burn with desire and something else entirely as he watches me ride his cock, throwing myself into the act with every inch of my being.
What started as mere revenge is quickly turning into quite a delectable endeavor, I had no idea this shy, generally quiet guy, was such a beast in the bedroom. The intensity of his gaze makes Ethan look dangerous, animalistic even, because right now he isn't the usual meek friend Mike has, he's an alpha male, a predator who came out of the shadows and who has cornered his soft prey and intends to overpower me with lust and desire and probably the most intense orgasm of my life.
It takes everything within me not to buck back against him harder, faster, but instead, I take control again, slowing things down I'm riding him the way I like it, taking his entire length in, slowly rolling my hips and letting him bottom out, only to push myself almost entirely off, before taking him back into me once more, making sure he feels how tight and wet I am and how good my hot pussy feels, "Do you see how fucking soaked I am for you? How much I've been wanting this? I've been dreaming about your cock for weeks, Ethan."
He growls low in his throat, almost a lion's purr, his ego tickled by my words. His hands slide down my sides to grab hold of my ass and pull me closer, grinding our pelvises together with every thrust. Ethan's kissing me hungrily, sucking on my tongue, and biting down softly. His teeth graze my upper lip and I gasp, arching my spine upwards.
"What are you doing?" Mike asks in a strangled voice that sounds like someone just kicked him in the nuts. Frankly, it took him a while to find the guts to confront us, I was starting to believe he was going to stand there and watch me and his best friend fuck, while silently soaking in his humiliation.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I pant, forcing a chuckle out of my throat. "I'm fucking Ethan or he is fucking me, does it even matter? Surely, you could tell from looking, right?" As I finish that question, I make sure to turn my head and fix my eyes on Mike's scandalized face, yeah, he's shocked all right. He only knows me as In Love Blair, the gentle doe who thinks the world begins and ends with his ass and could do him no harm, addicted to the morsels of affection he'd let me have but this Vengeful Blair, the vixen who's giving two men a taste of something they've never had before - my body and sheer mortification.
"You bitch, you knew I was standing here?"
"Maybe, what are you going to do about it?" I don't bother stopping what I'm doing with Ethan, I couldn't, even if I wanted to his grip on me is vice-like and I'm pretty sure he's going to cum inside me in a minute or two. His body feels tense and his arms are like twin steel bars, locking me in the car with him, my little prison cell, except I'm not Ethan's prisoner, just trapped in his momentary lust.
This new Blair is freer than before, Free to fuck someone new, free to show a man exactly how she wants him, free to humiliate Mike for everything he's done and especially not done, to her, things like show me some respect and tell me to my face if I wasn't the one for him. I'd have been heartbroken for a while, but not walked all over, like a stupid doormat. Too late for that, I suppose, but not too late for me to revel in my power. I know my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend might be all growly now, but he will eventually beg me to forgive him and take him back. He won't like his new reputation, as a cuckold, and will undoubtedly deny this thing ever happened and need me to play the part of the faithful girlfriend, dispelling all rumors, so his friends won't talk about it behind his back.
Mike stupidly tries to touch me, to physically pull me off Ethan and it's at this moment that my lover comes undone, spilling himself into my body, "Oh god," I cry out, feeling him explode like a volcano of sin, my unexpected curse making Mike back off. I continue to ride Ethan, milking his seed, until his body relaxes under mine and he goes limp, I'm not going to be getting my orgasm, it looks like, but it's okay, I got something better instead and that's enough for me to feel happy about this whole affair.
"Sorry," Ethan mumbles, "I came in you."
"I enjoyed that, actually," I purr, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek adding insult to injury, "I've never had a man creampie me before, I always made Mike wear a condom. He's a man whore, so I had my concerns, I trust you, though."
Mike doesn't know what to do, say or probably even think anymore he's standing there, looking at me perplexed, as I'm trying to get my breathing under control. He watches me pull my top up, covering my ravished breasts, then climb off Ethan's superior cock, and pull the fabric down, to cover the slickness between my thighs. Some cum drips out of me and I take a moment to marvel at how different that feels - dirty but in a good way.
"I don't know if you realized it," I breathe, looking over my shoulder at my ex, "But I'm breaking up with you, Mike. I'm done."
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Author's Note:
Thank you for reading and I hope you've enjoyed my little revenge cheating story if you did, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
All rights reserved, as this title was first published for sale on my Smashwords store. Before you ask, no, the e-book has not a single line more than what you've read here!
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