Misc. Erotica Payback's a Bitch

Cindy sat inside her car, confused as well as torn emotionally. She sat there toying with one thought after another, dismissing most even before they took shape. Others, she allowed to play out for a moment or two before clearing her head and tossing them away as well.

The past had just showed up to taunt and haunt her a little. And though she felt angry, for reasons that really didn't matter any more, she felt confused...and curious about what she had just seen, what it meant, if anything. Once more thoughts entered her head, this time memories of a time several years ago now.

She'd been married then, going on nearly three years to a wonderful man, or so she'd thought anyway. Matthew, though she had always called him Mat, had been her Knight in shining armor. And though she hadn't been a virgin on their wedding night, she was certainly back then still quite naive, though more than willing to learn. She knew going in that Mat had quite a reputation as a "ladies man", he'd been known to date several girls at once all through high school, and then on through college. And as rumor had it, he was fucking everyone of them at the same time, and most...maybe even all of them knew that he was too. For whatever reason, that didn't seem to matter to them, or so she had heard anyway. But it had made her curious as to why, and an opportunity that soon came to her to find out the reasons behind it.

They had been introduced at a Frat party. And against her better judgment perhaps, they had ended up spending the night together. Six month's later, they were married. Against her parent's wishes, along with most of her closest friends. All of them warning her that it was a marriage destined for divorce. And perhaps in the back of her mind, she wondered about that too. The thing was, Mat was an incredible lover, attentive, as well as having the kind of stamina that most women would only dream of their lover having.

Early on, even with masturbation, Cindy had had difficulty climaxing. And then Mat came into the picture. It wasn't long after that, he had her turning inside and out, with more intensely satisfying orgasms than she'd ever thought possible. And it mattered not what he did to her, whether it was orally, or through intercourse, or simply pleasuring her with his fingers. Whatever he did, and however he did it, he never failed to get her off in ways that she had only once dreamed of. And better still, several times in one evening, long before he ever did.

It had indeed been the perfect life, the perfect marriage with the perfect man. And then in one eventful evening, everything had come crashing down around her feet. What made her the angriest about it was her total self-denial that anything was going on. However, there were subtle signs at first that something was. Most of which, she had ignored. Too afraid to confront them, choosing to ignore, or pretend that the truth of what was, really wasn't. Something she'd managed to convince herself of for several months until she was by chance confronted directly with it. And once she had been, she'd been forced to accept the truth, and painfully deal with it.

Had Mat not owned a flashy, rather expensive red sports car, she might not have even caught him (at least for a while yet) when she did. He'd phoned her earlier during the day, stating that he was showing a potential client one of the many properties they still owned together. And as such, he would be late getting home. Because of that, she had decided to drop in for a visit with her parents, which was a bit out of the way on her normal drive back home. She had just started out on her way over to her parents place when she spotted what she was sure was her husbands sports car just up ahead of her. At first she thought about calling him on her cell phone, letting him know she was just a short distance behind. But then she decided it might be even more fun to hurriedly catch up to him, and then surprise him with a friendly wave and a smile instead. And then moments later, she was the one being surprised instead.

She watched as Mat pulled his car into the parking garage of a rather expensive looking hotel. And as he did, she clearly saw another woman sitting next to him in the passenger's seat. A woman whom she recognized as one that worked with Mat in the office. At first, she again tried to reason out their being together as part of business perhaps. Something to do with this client that Mat had told her earlier he'd be meeting with. Against her better judgment, she pulled into the parking garage as well, just catching the taillights as they turned off as Mat pulled his car into an available spot. Cindy did the same, though a short distance away, and thankfully with her car being mostly shielded behind a large cement support beam. She sat watching, surprised when they didn't get out immediately. Minutes passing when they finally did, as Mat came around the car to open the door for her. Stacy, as she recalled the woman's name, slid out of her seat, and then into her husband's arms. The two of them standing there, now kissing one another passionately.

But it even went beyond that, right there in front of her own eyes. Mat always had been one for doing things in public, or semi-public places where they could be seen. She'd even gone along with that a few times herself, finding it arousing and exciting yes, specifically because of the danger, though they'd never been caught at it. Cindy sat there in her car, looking over towards them, her view just clear enough to see the woman's hand unzipping his pants, fishing out his rock hard prick, and then lifting up the front of her own dress so that she could better accommodate him as he stood there fucking her, fucking this woman in front of his own wife!

It had been a long, drawn out messy divorce. But Cindy was pragmatic enough that she knew to destroy their business, or even allow Mat to buy her out, wouldn't have been in her best interests. As such, they had kept the partnership intact, though she had taken her father's advice, and allowed someone else to act in her stead whenever it was required so that she didn't have to spend any real time dealing with Mat one on one, unless it couldn't be helped. So far, she had managed. And as the years passed, she'd even gotten back onto a more cordial, though not quite friendly relationship again with her Ex.

Eventually Mat had gotten remarried, though not to the woman he'd been having the affair with. Someone she had never met, though in time she had spotted a picture of the two of them sitting on his desk during one of the rare encounters when she'd been forced to drop by and sign some necessary paperwork. Admittedly, she was pretty. Bright red hair, which she wore long and fell well beyond her shoulders. She reminded her in fact of a once well-known Movie Star, Maureen O'Hara, and wasn't at all surprised that Mat would marry someone like that. He always had had a thing for redheads, and had often tried to get Cindy to dye her own blonde hair red, just for that reason. Though she never had.

And now, here she sat, ninety-nine percent sure, that this very same woman, Mat's current wife, Renee' as vaguely recalled her name, was walking in to what every one knew to be as a lesbian bar.

After the divorce, Cindy had taken comfort in her friends, one of which had to this day remained one of her very best friends, and a lesbian. Though Cindy had of course wondered about such things, and been curious about it, especially in college, it was something she had of course never acted upon. Her relationship with Susan had remained just that, a friendly relationship, until one evening after a night out with the girls, when she had finally succumbed to the need to let her hair down once again. They had gone out together for an evening of drinking and partying, and then ended back at the hotel room that four of them would be sharing, knowing full-well that none of them would be in any sort of shape to be driving home. She and Susan had split one of the rooms together. A room with a single bed, albeit a very large one. Even knowing that her friend was gay, she never once considered that the two of them would ever end up doing anything. Until they were. That same night, it had come about almost naturally. Cindy hadn't been dating, hadn't been seeing anyone in fact. And she was still hurt and feeling lonely. Without the fear of another man hurting her, it seemed safer, and even natural to allow Susan to comfort her in ways that only another woman could.

They had spent the entire day in bed together the following day. And had met several times after that as well. And though Cindy had certainly enjoyed the experience, and now knew she wasn't opposed to even exploring such with another woman again sometime, she didn't consider herself a lesbian now either. She still had desires to be with men, and eventually had done so, actually evolving to the point where she could basically have a one night stand, no strings attached sex, and come away from it with a smile on her face as opposed to feeling guilty about it as she'd done in the beginning.

She was here now tonight, to meet up with Susan, spend the evening just sharing drinks, having a few laughs before going home again. Susan was in a committed relationship now, so it was back to just being friends again, which was perfectly fine with her. Cindy smiled inwardly, following a few footsteps behind as she entered the club behind Mat's new wife. Odds were of course, she was just there to enjoy the evening with friends too. Just because Mat's wife was entering a lesbian bar, didn't make her one, no more than it did her. But, she was curious, and inwardly wondered at what the night might reveal to her.

Cindy was also confident that should Mat's wife see her, she wouldn't recognize her, even from any photo's that Mat might still have lying about, if any. She had been a blonde back then, short hair, and even wore glasses. She had eventually allowed her own natural hair color to come back in, dying it as well of course, which was now a very dark brown, and well past her shoulders wearing it thick and full. In addition, she'd taken to wearing contacts, and had even gone so far as to changing her eye color in wearing them from hazel, to blue. Even Mat hadn't seen her since she'd dyed her hair a few month's back, so as far as he knew, she was still a blonde.

Cindy felt a little giddy, even wicked perhaps as she entered the bar, quickly spotting her friends. Though likewise taking note of where Renee' was now sitting, literally only two chairs distance from her at the adjoining table. At the first opportunity she had, she motioned for Susan to follow her into the bathroom, which she did.

Susan knew her dear friend all too well, and could see by the look in her eyes, and the expression on her face, that she had a story to tell.

"Did you catch that tall, good-looking redhead that came in and sat down close to me at the other table?" Cindy asked.

"How could I not?" Susan grinned, actually licking her lips. I might be in a committed relationship now, but it certainly doesn't stop me from looking. Why? You interested in maybe hitting on her or something?" Susan mused.

"Sort of, but not for the reasons you're thinking," Cindy chuckled. "I think that's Mat's wife Renee'!"

Susan turned looking as though she could see through the wall, turning back a moment later. "You sure? You really think that's his wife and not just someone that looks like her?"

"Pretty sure. I did see a photo of her on Mat's desk a while back, and I'm willing to bet that's her."

"Still doesn't mean that it is. And even if it is, she could be here with friends, just like you are. Doesn't mean she's a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter. She could be here just wanting to have a good time with the girls, just like you."

"I already considered that. And that's probably the case too, even if it is really her. But it might be fun finding out, why she really is here, and more importantly, to discover if it really is her too."

"And then what?" Susan asked. "Towards what end if it is?"

"I don't know yet. I think I'll play that one by ear, first things first though. Let's see if we can find out for sure one way or the other."

Susan grinned. "Then ask her to dance."

"What?"

"Best way in the world to find out. Watch her for a bit, get a feel for her so to speak, and then when the time is right, go over there and ask her to dance. Even if it isn't her, no harm no foul right?"

"Right!" Cindy agreed, and then headed back out to her table.

Cindy sat sipping on her drink, keeping an eye on the woman she was pretty sure was Renee', finally hearing it confirmed when one of the other women she was sitting with called her that. Now she was one hundred percent sure this was indeed Mat's wife. "But why was she here?" Cindy mused silently to herself. "Like me? Just with friends?" But she was more than curious now too. When the time came for her to make a move, she took it. Two of the girls she'd been sitting with stood up to dance, leaving Renee' to be sitting alone. With Susan likewise looking for opportunity, she also stood, taking Joyce by hand leading her off to the dance floor as well. That now left Cindy sitting alone, only a few feet away from where Renee' was sitting, and quite naturally, the two of them sort of glanced in one another's direction for a moment. It was now or never.

"Would you like to dance?" Cindy asked. And to her surprise, Renee' nodded her head, standing.

Cindy surprised herself, reaching her hand out, as Renee' took it, now allowing herself to be led off to one side of the floor, purposely doing so as the lights were purposely a bit dimmer here. It wasn't uncommon to see a few intimate personal touches taking place over in this area as the women danced together. And though Cindy had no designs on actually doing anything either, the simple beat of the music, and the words being sung were suggestive enough to allow for it. In seconds, she and Renee' were sliding against one another, occasionally bumping, before pressing against one another again, in a rather suggestive sort of way. Obviously Renee' was really into it, and no novice about it either by the looks of things. Cindy was suddenly glad that she had chosen to wear a fairly low-cut blouse, showing just enough cleavage without it being too much. In addition, she had also worn a black lacy bra that would hint at even more flesh hidden beneath, along with a reasonably short skirt that showed off her still toned legs. Something she noticed Renee' looking at as they danced.

Even when the music stopped, and Cindy half expected Renee' to walk off the dance floor, back to her table, she didn't. Hesitating, perhaps expectantly, and then asking. "Another?"

Cindy nodded in agreement, even upon realizing that the next song was to be slow and sensual. Renee' noticing it too, though drawing Cindy towards her then without any hesitation. Cindy had full breasts, not overly large, especially for her five-five frame. But Renee' truly did have large breasts, and whether they were real or fake, Cindy would have been hard pressed to tell the difference as the two of them actually came together now, intimately close as Cindy encircled her arms about the woman's neck, and as she, encircled her arms about Cindy's waist, their respective breasts pressing firmly and snuggly against one another as they danced. To her surprise, Cindy felt a naughty little chill of lust and desire actually running up and down her spine, and wondered if Renee' might be experiencing something similar herself.

As they danced, they finally spoke. "I haven't seen you in here before," Renee' questioned. "Do you come here very often?"

"Not very often, no...once a month perhaps, you know...just to let my hair down a little." Renee' laughed at that, shaking her own red mane of hair back and forth just a little. She looked very seductive when doing that, and Cindy couldn't help wondering if she was trying to be just that...seductive.

"Maybe that's why I haven't seen you in here before either. I don't come here very often myself, you know...work and all."

"Ditto that," Cindy offered, once more feeling the purposeful press of the woman's breasts against hers, along with a touch of leg as she more or less slithered up and down against her for a moment.

"So...you here with anyone?" Renee' asked, though Cindy was pretty sure she'd already guessed the answer to that.

"Nope, and not committed to anyone else either," she offered, wondering if Renee' would in fact offer the same up to her, though she didn't. She simply smiled upon hearing that.

This time when the song ended, they walked back to their tables again, though still holding hands. And this time, after seating again, turning towards one another instead, continuing their conversation, as well as their light intimate touching. Cindy smiled inwardly at the slow soft caress of the woman's hand as it ran up from her knee, falling just short of the hem of her skirt where it stopped, gently caressing and squeezing that spot for a moment.

After ordering a fresh round of drinks, Cindy took that opportunity to move her chair more closely to the one Renee' was sitting in. And then Renee' likewise adjusting her own so that they had purposely turned themselves a bit further away from prying eyes. When Cindy felt the soft delicate trace of a finger along the side of her breast, she knew then that this was headed into some interesting territory, and found herself even more curious, and more determined now than ever to see where it might actually end up.

Maybe it was wrong. But Cindy couldn't help herself. This was after all Mats' wife, and she was curious to discover just how far this gorgeous young woman was willing to take things. Cindy knew she had a few years on her, though not many. But she also felt confident in the way she looked, especially as she had kept herself in shape and worked out regularly. She might have been in her early thirties, but Cindy knew she certainly didn't look like it.

"You know what I need...is a smoke," Renee' suggested. As it was a smoke-free bar, they would have to go outside, and well away from the building too.

"I don't smoke," Cindy told her, though she had stood. "But I will go out with you, it is getting pretty hot in here." Cindy wondered if Renee' would catch her meaning, not at all surprised when she did.

"Isn't it though?" Renee' purred sensually. "I'm actually quite damp myself...in several places," she smiled wantonly, purposefully.

"Ditto that," Cindy replied, accepting Renee's hand now as she led her outside towards the parking lot.

"Over here," Renee' told her. "I left my smokes in the car."

Cindy almost choked as she followed behind, arriving at a black BMW, very similar to one that she knew Mat preferred driving now. She wondered in fact if it actually was his car, or if he actually drove something different now, though she didn't ask it of course.

Renee' opened her door, and then leaned over reaching inside for her smokes no doubt, before turning around again, surprisingly still holding onto Cindy's hand. "This is awful I know, but I don't recall hearing your name!"

For a moment Cindy was flustered, and then through out the first name that came to her. "Samantha. Samantha Jones." The moment she'd said that, she regretted it. Especially when she saw the surprised look on Renee's face.

"Really? Just like the character in..."

"Sex in the city? Yes. I know. I got teased about that a lot there for a while. Thankfully, I don't really look like her at all."

"No...you don't," Renee' said actually running her tongue over her upper lip briefly. "You're much prettier, and sexier too," she added.

Cindy actually felt herself blushing upon hearing that, though mentally making a note to herself to draw Susan back into the bathroom again as soon as possible and inform her of the name she had chosen, stupid as it was. She didn't want there to be any slip ups now...especially if any of this was headed where she thought it was headed.

"As are you," Cindy now offered. "And I really enjoyed the way you felt pressing against me on the dance floor," she threw out.

"They're real you know," Renee' spoke without specifically stating what. And then as though to prove the point, she lifted Cindy's hand, which she'd still been holding, pressing it against herself. "Go ahead, feel and find out."

"I didn't doubt that they were," Cindy offered, though taking advantage of the invite to explore that confirmation for herself. She could feel Renee's nipple, already hardened beneath the soft silky-like bra she was wearing.

"Ooh, that's nice," she purred once again, actually tilting her head back just a bit, closing her eyes. "I love having my nipples played with."

Cindy took that as a suggestion to continue on, even more so. Which she did. Glancing only once back over her shoulder towards the side door of the club, though no one else was currently standing outside with them yet. For the moment at least, they were all alone. A simple tug pulled the shirttail out of the woman's skirt. Once Cindy had accomplished that, she reached up and behind, the clasp coming away in her hands a second later. All at once, her hands were filled with the fullness of Renee's soft full breasts as she pushed the cups up and away from them, likewise pushing up the front of her blouse along with so that she could actually see what she was playing with. Renee' was wild with desire as she'd done that. Suddenly drawing Cindy's head down in order to suckle one, simultaneously begging her to do something else as well.

"Finger me. Finger my cunt. I'm not wearing any panties," she exclaimed.

Cindy quickly confirmed that aspect as well. With one hand still cupping a breast, fingering the taut nipple she found there, and her mouth busily engaged on the other, she quickly wormed her free hand downwards, and then easily up the woman's now parted skirt. In moments, she had one finger, and then two, plowing in and out of the woman's wet juicy split.

"Oh yes, yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me! Finger my cunt baby! Finger me, make me cum!"

Cindy reveled in the moment, for several reasons. But truth was, she really was enjoying this too. It had in fact been a while since she'd actually played with another woman, let alone anyone else. And she found that she had missed doing so. She enjoyed the feel of power as well, the manipulation and direction of the woman's pleasure as she guided it first one way, and then the other. Only when Renee's voice threatened to alert anyone who might happen to be within hearing distance of them did she finally relent, now determined to get the woman off one way or the other. She pushed Renee' down into her car seat, sitting sideways, as she lifted one leg, anchoring it through the car window. With a wicked grin on her face, Cindy actually knelt down in front of her then, and just as quickly began to assault the woman's near hairless pussy with her lips and tongue. It was perhaps a good thing that Cindy hadn't been wearing a wig, or Renee' would have no doubt yanked it off her head. Even then, she pulled just enough for it to hurt a little, though Cindy weathered all that easily enough, more content to bring this woman a very intense and satisfying orgasm. It was her intent after all, to do so again.

"Fuck that was good!" Renee' finally managed, only then straightening herself up some. "Better than good in fact," she added, fishing out a mirror from her purse in order to give herself a once over before going in again. "And now...it's your turn," she offered turned to face Cindy.

And as much as she would have liked that, Cindy knew that she wanted to set the hook a bit more firmly in place. "I wish I had more time tonight, and I would," she explained. "But it's getting late, and I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow." She saw the look of true disappointment in the woman's eyes. "But I really would like to see you again, perhaps meet up some place, and soon too." Renee's look turned to one of pure relief upon hearing that, especially as Cindy wrote down her cell number, giving it to her. She had long ago programmed her phone for personal reasons so that her name would never appear, only the number. "And how about yours?" She hoped.

To her delight, Renee' gave it to her. So now at least, if she did call, Cindy would know which name to use when answering the phone whenever she did.

"I need to run in and say goodnight to my friends," Cindy explained. "And while I'm doing that, you should probably enjoy that smoke you never had."

Renee' laughed openly at that. "Yeah, I think I will. Especially now," she giggled even more, actually lighting one up, but not before sharing a brief farewell kiss with Cindy, before she headed back into the bar again.

Cindy looked back briefly before entering, saw Renee' wave at her, and waved back. And then headed quickly over to where Susan and her friends were. One look told Susan it was time to head to the bathroom again.

It was two days before Cindy received the phone call she'd been hoping for. It was Friday morning, and she nearly screwed things up when she answered the phone. She had always answered by saying, "Hi, this is Cindy," just catching herself, and saying simply, "hello" instead, recognizing the name and number upon answering.

"Samantha? Renee'. Listen, I was wondering if you might be free this evening," she said, hopefulness in her tone of voice. Cindy paused for a moment as though thinking.

"No, no real plans on this end Renee' what do you have in mind? The club?"

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of dinner together, and then maybe...well, I've sort of taken the liberty of booking a room, thinking that maybe we could have an after dinner drink together...or something."

"Or something sounds nice too," Cindy teased back. "Where? And when?"

She hung up the phone, shaking her head. Ironic as hell that it was at the same fucking hotel that she'd once caught Mat and his co-worker in. Maybe it was a sign. And if it was. She was good with that.

Cindy had chosen to wear one of her more provocative outfits, without going totally overboard again either. One of her favorite little black dresses, just elegant enough to be worn on any occasion, with thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders, just enough support to keep the front of her somewhat low-cut dress from revealing too much boob, especially as she'd be going braless this time, and a skirt just short enough to not reveal too much thigh either. Knee high nylons, no panties this time, with black pumps completed the look.

Renee' was already waiting for her outside when she arrived. She too was dressed sexily, without drawing too much attention to herself. She had worn a red pleated skirt, that hinted at a school-girl look without actually going there. She likewise wore a somewhat form fitting, lightweight cashmere sweater that really did accentuate the woman's full breasts. And even with a bra on, the tell-tale sign of twin hard little nipples pressing against the material was a dead give-away as to the woman's arousal. Once more they came together, though kissing chastely, as dear friends without making a scene should anyone be looking. Though Renee' did take that moment to whisper into Cindy's ear when she did.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she half moaned, half breathed. "And I'm so fucking wet, I'm apt to stick to my seat after sitting down."

"I take it you're not wearing any panties either then," Cindy offered, seeing a nice surprised, and now knowing look on the woman's face. Once more they walked hand in hand into the restaurant, and then stood waiting to be seated. Their host approached.

"Would you care for a table? Or a booth?" He asked.

"I think a booth," Renee' said answering for them both, though turning, and receiving a look of approval from Cindy as they followed him over to one side, well away from several other patrons. "Perfect," she said sliding in on one side, as Cindy slid in on the other, though the two of them now meeting somewhere in the middle of the semi-circular seat they had chosen. Beyond, a few tables, some seated, some not. Not particularly busy for a Friday, at this time of night. But it was early yet. The waiter had already come and taken both their drink and dinner order, having just returned with two glasses, and a carafe of wine.

"A toast, to what I hope will be a very enjoyable, and pleasurable evening...for both of us," Cindy added.

Renee' clinked glasses with her in agreement. "And let me assure you, it will be too, after all...I really do owe you one."

"Just one?" Cindy joked, to which Renee' of course boldly laughed.

"Let's just say, to many...many tonight. Starting with this one," she grinned wickedly. And as she said that, she felt Renee's hand worming itself down between her legs, as she easily spread them for her in order to accommodate her seeking fingers to her sex. "Oh my...you're already nice and wet," Renee' spoke almost a little too loudly.

"See? You're not the only one who's apt to be sticking to their seat before dinner's over. Which reminds me. We should probably ask the waiter for a couple of additional napkins too, just in case."

"Good idea," Renee' agreed, and then sipped on her wine looking out over some of the tables as her fingers slowly slid in and out of Cindy's hot, wet, cunt.

Cindy had one very nice little orgasm half way through her dinner. And then reciprocated, by giving Renee' one, while finishing desert. Soon after they headed upstairs to their room. Clothes came off in a hurry after that, without much fan-fair or preliminaries. Both women were in need, horny as hell, and wanting. Which is just where Cindy knew she needed Renee' to be. Hornier than she'd ever been, and begging for more even afterwards. It was imperative to her plan that they soon come together again.

But for now at least, setting all that aside. There was no reason why she couldn't thoroughly, and completely enjoy herself. And especially after discovering one more little secret that Renee' had shared with her. She liked it a bit rough.

They had stood there waiting for the elevator to come down and take them up to their room on the 16th floor of the hotel. "I'm so fucking horny, I could eat you all the way up, regardless of whoever's in there," Renee' teasingly suggested.
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