4 comments/ 34985 views/ 6 favorites Best Friend Revenge By: Azuldrgon (Okay all, this is my first submission in almost a year. Thanks to Magicalhands for helping get me back on the saddle and to the trusted people who read it for me. Honestly, I am not saying this is the last one ever, but this was a much needed release for me after all this time. Please vote at the end and let me know if I need to do more.) As he sprayed the cologne onto his skin, David was slightly nervous about his impending date. Susan had only been going out with him for a few weeks and as of yet, he had not arrived within the Valhalla of her bedroom. Susan wasn't loose by the world's standards, but the way his teammate Jimmy talked about her oral skills, one would think she was a superior fellatrix. However, Jimmy was known to stretch the truth a little bit, so David wasn't holding his breath. Yet he could feels his balls ache every time he thought about the picture of her face framed by her brown hair while his cock would be inserted between the gates of her ruby red lips. As he finished putting on his slightly tight jeans, his member felt muffled. David needed to let loose in the worse way, but he knew he wanted to bid his time. Maybe if he was lucky, that night would be his sexual release. He could barely remember the last time he felt a woman on his manhood and he wanted the dry spell to end. The jeans were accessorized with a pair of black work boots and a blue polo. After all, he reasoned, it was only a movie and not some fancy dinner. Besides, Susan's best friend Margaret was going with and hopefully being occupied with her own boyfriend. As he pulled up to Susan's dorm room, he was curious why the lights were still on in her room. Usually, Susan was always downstairs to meet him. As he walked up the stairs, he heard moaning coming from her room. He looked inside the slightly opened door and saw a very heart wrenching sight. There, his fantasy girl for the night was on her knees blowing some unknown guy. His heart sank as he walked away. The confrontation wasn't worth it, especially since he didn't see who the offending dick belonged to. He started slowly down the stairs when a familiar voice stopped him. "David..." He turned and saw Margaret looking down the stairs at him. Her face had the look of wanting to console on it as her lips pursed into a slight frown to them. David was not in the mood, so he started to turn before her red haired face beckoned again. "David...wait." He stood there as she carefully walked down the stairs, her heels clipping on the cement. As she reached the step he was on, she looked up at his face. "You saw, didn't you?" she asked almost consolingly. David kept quiet. "Look, let's go somewhere more private to talk," she said as she grabbed him by his arm and started leading him down the stairs. They reached the lower landing before David looked up at Susan's window one last time. By then, her silhouetted form was in the window, as if looking out into the quad. To say that David's heart was broken would have been like saying Hiroshima was just a small explosion. By the time David drove towards the hills where he liked to go when it was quiet, David's resolve had almost crumbled. Margaret stayed quiet, unsure of David's frame of mind. There she sat wondering if she was doing the right thing trying to console him. Although Susan was her best friend, Margaret never approved of her promiscuity or the way Margaret would be expected to cover it up. Margaret was always called the prude by Susan, especially when she tried to get Susan to go along with her to look for guys to fuck. Now, she was in the car of another man that Susan's sexual hunger drove away from her and unsure what this one would do. In the past, they spilled their guts and then left her alone. However, as Margaret casually glanced at David's jeans, she noticed his member was already erect and he may need more than just a shoulder to cry on. As David parked his car, Margaret looked at him in the eyes. Instead of the hurt, she saw a glint of playfulness. He smiled a little before he started talking. "How long have you known...." "Oh, I've always known she was a slut. You just walked in at the wrong moment this time." "This time?" "Yeah, she started dating you a few weeks ago and when you didn't screw her the first night, she...." "You mean she wanted me to screw her the first night?" Margaret was surprised. Usually, every guy that tried to date Susan was in her pants within the first hour. She remembers some of the dates she saw when they didn't even leave the room. There were even times when she would have to put on her headphones to concentrate on her studies while Susan's moans echoed in from the next room. The fact that David didn't get into Susan's pants by then was a total shock. "Yeah, what stopped you?" David was stunned. Not only that, but his cock was aching. It was then Margaret moved. "Okay, I know you need a release. Want to go back to your place?" She almost stopped herself from saying it. Yet, she felt compassion for him enough and also wanted to check out what he hid in his jeans. "Fuck, why not?" David answered before he started driving towards his apartment. His dry spell might yet be over in his mind he thought. Within ten minutes, he was already unlocking his door ad ushering the redhead inside. Margaret herself was a bundle a nerves. Before David had a chance to say anything, Margaret started talking. "Okay, here's the deal. This will be purely for your benefit. My goal is to help you release so you can get on with your life. All I ask in return is that this does not get back to Susan. You understand?" David's dick was thinking for him. "Okay." Margaret looked at him. He went from someone who got hurt to a horn dog really quickly. She started removing her sweater before David stopped her. "Okay, I know this is for my benefit, but can I make a request of my own?" Margaret lowered her sweater before answering. "Go for it." "I have always wanted to see what you looked like under your outfits because let's face it you are hot. Can we go into my bedroom so I can show you what I am thinking?" Margaret was hesitant. "S-ure." As David led her into his bedroom, she noticed how his bed was almost at waist level. As she sat upon it, he went into his closet and pulled out a small camera. Margaret almost stood up to walk away before David stopped her. "Wait, wait, wait.....you knew she was a slut for a while, right? Well, don't you want to show her how hurtful she has been? Let me explain and then you make your decision. If you say yes, great. If not, I'll put this away and drive you home. Deal?" Margaret was intrigued. So she looked at him. "Talk fast." David cleared his throat. "First, a question. Did you know the guy she was blowing?" Margaret cringed. "Y-yes." David knew the answer to the next question, but he asked anyway. "Was it your boyfriend?" Margaret's head dropped revealing her answer. David then spoke up. "I propose a revenge video for those two. You do something on video and then we can either send it to them or keep it to ourselves. That way, if he tries to hook up with you again or whatever, you can make him feel bad. What do you think?" The proposal was too convenient. Her boyfriend walked next door to ask Susan a question twenty minutes prior to David catching them and Margaret was already conspiring to break up with him when she saw them afterwards. The proposal was a little weird, but it made sense to her heart. "What do you want to record?" David smiled. "I want to face fuck you." Margaret was shocked. "F-f-f-face fuck?" David started to speak again. "Yes. All you have to do is remove your sweater and bra if you want to and allow me to record me face fucking you. Then the rest will be up to you. What do you think?" Margaret was at a loss for words. Taking his dick in her mouth and it being on his camera? He wasn't even her boyfriend. Yet, he didn't say anything about fucking her pussy or anything else for that matter and if it helped get him revenge, then perhaps it was worth a shot. She answered by pulling her sweater off of her. "Okay, you have a deal," she answered as she slowly moved her hands behind her back and unhooked her white vanilla style bra. Her breasts were a firm B-cup and David almost drooled when she dropped it in front of her, her red hair falling naturally down and accentuating the paleness of her skin. She then lay back on the bed. Her hair fell over the edge of it before she beckoned to him. "You need to unleash that thing before I lose my nerve," she said sarcastically. She watched as he quickly unzipped his jeans and let them fall, showing a lack of underwear. The sight of Margaret topless on his bed ready to suck his dick was almost a losing battle before he slowly turned the camera down and aimed it down his torso towards her face. "Okay, Margaret, show Susan how you are suppose to make love to my dick," he said excitedly. Margaret reached up and took his seven inches in her palm and started to lick it a bit. It was a slow sensuous lick that David almost lost control over until she opened her mouth. Then she slowly opened her throat so David could start. As David started slowly thrusting his hips forward, Margaret's hands were busy reaching down and started to slowly thumb her nipples. David was even more surprised. He always thought Margaret was too innocent to know how to play the sultry vixen. As he started plunging his dick into her mouth slowly, Margaret's hands slid down and began to undo her jeans before sliding a hand in and rubbing her pussy. "Oh God!" David exclaimed as he watched this nice girl turn into his own personal porn star. The camera was quickly turned off and moved to the side before David pulled out. "I had to stop before I shot down your throat," he said before Margaret flipped over on the bed. "Why? Maybe I wanted you to..."she answered. "After all, maybe I want my soon-to-be-ex to discover that he went for the wrong partner tonight. " David was stunned. The innocent Margaret who was only going to help him out was becoming a vindictive horny sex pot before his very eyes. Even though his heart and soul told him to be careful, his dick jumped before she slid onto her knees. "You know, David, we should do a video. However, I want you to finish on my face so we can show both of them how foolish they were. My boyfriend claimed to have a big dick, but never showed me." Margaret started stroking David as she proceeded. "He has never been in my pants since we started dating. Now, he's going to see a video of your cum hitting my face. Want to keep going?" Margaret accented her last statement with a deep throat on his dick before David felt his knees want to give. Quickly he sat down in his chair and watched as Margaret started taking him in her throat. Her strokes with her mouth were deliberate, methodical. Margaret wanted to make David cum and was not planning on stopping until she did. David looked up at the ceiling wondering how long his resolve would last before his balls began to signal their impending release. He started to stutter before Margaret beat him to it. "Camera ready?" she asked teasingly. He pointed it towards her as she started licking his balls. The first shot landed on her cheek before she let another hit the same spot. The rest went within her open mouth as she held it open right before the opening until his cock was spent. She then stuck her tongue out before closing her mouth and swallowing. She opened her mouth to show her before speaking into the camera. "That could have been you, Tim. But you fucked up. Hope you whack off to this one you small dicked prick." She looked up at David's face. "Let's send this to the bastard, and then I have a pussy that needs attention." Best Friend Revenge Ch. 02 As David woke up from his prior evening, he was still twisted inside over the events leading to his ex's best friend lying next to him in bed. Margaret rode back with him to his apartment shortly after David saw his ex sucking off a guy in their dorm room. David's intentions were to use Margaret to get back at Susan. During the revenge portion, Margaret seemed to take on a different persona, one of a woman scorned almost. Margaret took the face fucking in stride, even talking dirty like one of those Internet porn sluts he would watch on his computer. Margaret seemed to have a wild side that David seemed keen on exploring. However, that would have to wait until later. At that moment, he had work to do. He slipped out of bed while Margaret was still dead to the world to walk into his kitchenette. A bowl of cereal and cup of coffee lately, he was deeply engrossed in thought about what the next step was until a voice caught his ears. "Leave any for me?" she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She wore one of his dress shirts partially buttoned, like a fantasy girl for sure as she stood there. David looked up and smiled. "Coffee's hot and there's bowls in the cupboard. How did you sleep?" Margaret smiled partially. "It was surprisingly easy. I swore I'd feel guiltier. But I don't." She grabbed the box of cereal and started to pour while turned away from David. He spied the back of her legs and noticed the absence of underwear as she stood there. He swallowed hard before speaking. "So how do we get this stuff to Susan?" Margaret was quiet for a few moments before responding. "Do we have to? I mean, does she really need to see me acting like a slut for you?" David was stunned. "You're not like that really? Seriously?" David started rethinking his plans as Margaret slipped in close. "As in I don't want her to know I can be twice the slut she is, horn dog." She kissed him on the cheek playfully before sitting and drinking her coffee. As they sat eating their breakfast, the talk was more cordial than romantic. Soon they walked back to the bedroom where Margaret took off the dress shirt briefly while finding the rest of her clothes. David took a short look at Margaret's naked form before going into his shower. As he showered, the thoughts of the night before started flooding his thoughts. Margaret's red hair enveloped her warm face as she was taking his cock in her mouth and the look of her green eyes was sparkling in his brain. When she removed her sweater, he was mesmerized by her breasts encased in the B cups of her bra. As the water cascaded over his body, the sudden rush of cold hair roused him from his daydream. "Are you hogging all the hot water?" the redhead quipped before stepping in. Her nipples pressed against his back for a brief moment before she reached for the soap. "I have to wash all your scent off before you drive me back to my room. Have you thought about what you are going to tell Susan?" she asked. David was confused. The girl he ate breakfast with was less seductive than Margaret was at that moment. He thought it best to play along. "Not really," he said as his hand slowly moved to cover his stiffening member. Margaret noticed and smiled a bit. "Stop hiding him. Maybe I want to have fun with him before I get clean," she said as she dropped the soap. "Whoops! Looks like I'll have to get that." She was soon on her knees before David and grasping his cock with her hands. "Could you be a dear and turn the water off? I want to taste your cock instead of water right now." Her mouth slowly encased his cock head inside as he looked down at her. Her red hair was straightened by the water and trailed behind her head as her nipples stuck out. After a few strokes with her lips, David spoke up. "S-shouldn't we move somewhere more comfortable?" Her response was a simple deep throated lunge on his cock. David was powerless to stop her as his climax began inside her mouth, his cum shooting straight forward while her throat muscles relaxed to accept his white offering. As she swallowed one last time and looked up at him, her green eyes sparkled once more. She then stood up and turned the water back on while David leaned against the back of the stall. It was as if her lustful side was sated for the moment. David slowly opened his eyes to find Margaret soaping down her breasts. "Took you long enough to recover. We have to hurry up," she said as she turned off the water. David looked around before she answered. "You were out of it for a good five minutes when I walked in here. You were leaning against the wall and I didn't want to wake you up. Now stop gawking at me and get dressed. We have work to do." David had a hard time imagining that the vision he just had was made up in his head. He quickly slipped on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before Margaret saw him. "So, what's the plan? Are you breaking up with Susan or...?" "What choice do I have? She was blowing guys behind my back and I am not...." "Wait a second. Didn't you like watching me blow you last night?" David was stunned yet again. "Yes, I enjoyed it a lot. You are sexy as hell and I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I could. Why?" Margaret smiled. "I think you should go see her and pretend nothing happened." "WHAT??!!!!" "Hear me out, horn dog. Just go back and see how she is. Then, see what she does. I bet she'll blow you right then and there if you play your cards right." "But what about..." "Listen, last night was a rare occurrence for me. Usually, I am pretty tame and the only reason I did it was to help you. But you know you like Susan. You need to get over it and see what happens. Okay? " David was confused again, like he was stoned or something. As he finished dressing, he found his wallet and keys before walking down to his car. His cell phone was showing three missed calls, all from Susan, when he opened the door. As he played the voicemails, Margaret sat in the passenger seat. As he heard Susan begging him to come see her, he was torn with his feelings. His common sense was telling him that he should be through with Susan. Yet, his cock wanted to feel Susan sucking him off the same way Margaret did. The sight of the dorms in the daylight was less distracting as the sight of a silhouette in Susan's window. As he pulled to the curb, Margaret began to unfasten her seatbelt. As David was ready to undo his, Margaret stopped him. "No, she's going to be vulnerable. You need to go home and relax while I go up and see how she is. After all, she's my best friend and I need to make sure she's all right. Okay?" David slowly turned forward as he heard the sound of Margaret getting out of the car. As he drove back to his apartment, he had difficult time thinking. His cock still wanted Susan, but he found his heart wanting Margaret. He arrived back at his apartment just as his cell phone began to ring. He looked at the display and saw Susan's number. He chose to ignore it for that moment and walk into his place. (Okay gentle reader, it is up to you what happens next. Does David try to hook up with his openly slutty Nicole or does he pursue the closet slutty Margaret? Send me feedback via the feedback to the author link and we'll see.) Best Friend Revenge Sex I couldn't believe my eyes. "That mother fucker," my jaw clenched tightly as my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. I'd been served with divorce papers during my lunch break. After six years, John wanted out. He didn't love me anymore, and apparently hadn't in a long time. He'd been too busy loving his little eighteen-year-old secretary. If any of his stuff was left in the house, I'd set it on fire in the back yard. "Sneaky, mother fucking, bastard," I felt like I couldn't say enough bad words to sate my temper. I checked each and every room of the house...well my house now. Not a single possession of his remained. He'd unofficially cut all ties with me. And since he was a lawyer, he promised the divorce would be quick and clean so he could get on with his life and be with...Cindy. Blonde, big-titted, bouncy, bubble-headed Cindy- I wanted to puke. I shouldn't have been so surprised by their affair; she couldn't even take short-hand for Christ's sake! "He's having a mid-life crisis is all, he'll come around," my best friend Kim tried to soothe my pride, but wasn't helping in the least. I'd invited her over for a drunken binge, and so far it was only amounting to a pity party. "I won't take him back," I sniffled before downing the rest of my margarita, which was becoming more tequila than mix as the night wore on. "How could he do this to me?" I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, but it was no use. My makeup was probably a wreck by now. I'd never get the black, mascara streaks off of my face. I don't know why I was upset, our marriage sucked. We got married right out of college, when I found out I was pregnant with twins. We were married at the courthouse with a simple ceremony without pomp and circumstance- not exactly my dream affair. As it turned out, I miscarried and my obstetrician claimed that I couldn't have children. I guess we both felt a little stuck after that. "You'll feel better in a few days. You could find someone new you know?" Kim came back into the living room with another margarita. I drowned half of it without thinking. She soothed locks of my dark brown, very disheveled, hair away from my face, but I shrugged her off. I didn't care how I looked. It would serve him right if I took a lover. At twenty-seven, I'm still good looking. I tan, so my skin is golden brown, and I take great care of myself and my appearance. I'm not exactly a fitness model, but I always get comments on my sparkling blue eyes and pleasant disposition. I work at Merle Norman as a cosmetic consultant, so I usually wait on women, but occasionally men come in to buy products for their wives or girlfriends. We stayed up, drinking, talking, and plotting the perfect murder, until well after three. Needless to say, I called in sick to work, which wasn't a lie. I hadn't experienced a raging hangover since my early college years. By six that afternoon, I'd showered and drank a whole pot of coffee, so I felt almost human again. Kim called a few times, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to hear her high-pitched voice until I was absolutely sure it wouldn't split my ear drums. I'd also come to a decision. I wouldn't be the sniveling divorcee. Now that I was a carefree bachelorette again, I needed to put myself back out there. There were plenty of bars downtown, and I could even find a man online- oh yeah, I wasn't desperate at all. The best part of my plan was Brian. Brian is John's very best friend and biggest rival. Not only do they work at the same law firm, but Brian became a junior partner before John. John had shared his irritation with me; he claimed that Brian was an incompetent brown-noser. He'd never come right out and said it, but he was jealous. Fucking Brian would be my ultimate revenge, and I'd make sure he knew all about it. He may not want me anymore, but by Hell I'd show him that other people did. Sleep came easily that night. I had my coup planned to the smallest detail. Brian and John wouldn't even know that hit them. "Oh hi Brian!" I waved at him from the doorway of his office. He looked so diligent behind his big, mahogany desk covered with stacks of papers and folders. His sandy hair had grown out since I'd seen him last, the ends curling around his ears. His brown eyes were always so warm and friendly. I'd always harbored a little crush for him. "Valerie, what a pleasant surprise," Brian stood from his desk, smoothing his tie as he came to the door to greet me. He gave me a gentle hug and I kissed him on the cheek. "You're looking lovely this evening," he stood back and looked me over from head to toe. "Thanks, I wanted to look good for court," I turned around, giving him the full view. I'd spent almost two-thousand dollars from John's bank account to buy my designer dress. It was short, black, and skin-tight. I'd painstakingly curled my long hair into loose ringlets and topped off the outfit with a diamond tennis bracelet (also an unbeknownst-to-him farewell gift from my ex-husband) and black stiletto pumps. "Mission accomplished," his eyes roamed over me again, stopping at the ruby cross nestled into my bronzed cleavage. My silky-push up bra was also new, and I could tell he appreciated it. "Do you like it?" He looked up, confused and flustered as he adjusted his tie. "Like...like what?" He took a little step back, but I quickly stepped forward to compensate. "My necklace, it was my grandmother's," I reached up, running my fingertips over the rubies, watching his reaction as my fingertips brushed the tops of my breasts. He was entranced, his eyes focused on every casual stroke of my hand. "I was...umm...I was sorry to hear about you and John. If there's anything I can do for you..." He was absolutely adorable when he was flustered. I almost hated to use him as my little pawn...almost. "I came by to drop this final agreement off for him, but there is something you can do for me," I smiled up at him and stepped out of the way as he moved past me to shut the door, luckily his office was a renovated storage room, so it only had a small window behind his desk. "Sure thing," he walked back over to his desk and sat down in his rolling chair. He probably felt more at ease with the desk between them. He motioned for me to take a seat, but I waved off his offer. "I'm not some snobby client, Brian, we're friends." I took a seat on the edge of his desk, reminding myself a little of Fran Dresher from the Nanny with my skimpy outfit. I placed my purse and manila envelope on the desk as I crossed my hands in my lap. "Yes...we are friends," he couldn't keep his eyes off of my thighs; he was definitely a leg man. "So what can I help you with Val?" I sincerely hoped I'd blindsided him and he wouldn't catch on to my little plan. "I just don't understand why John left me. Am I just ugly or something?" I would have faked some tears if it wouldn't have smudged my makeup. He shook his head, watching intently as I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. I was pretty sure he'd seen that I wasn't wearing any panties. "Maybe I wasn't good enough in bed. But, he seemed to like it when I sucked his cock and then swallowed his cum," I traced my fingertip along my lower lip. "But his favorite thing was fucking me from behind," I slipped my foot out of my shoe, letting it fall soundlessly onto the carpeted floor before stretching out my leg and rubbing my stocking-clad toes up and down his leg. "There's nothing wrong with you, I'm sure," I could tell that he was uncomfortable and aroused as my toes brushed against his bulging cock. He reached up and ran his fingers up and down my leg. I'd overheard him tell John a few months ago that he was a sucker for a woman in hose. Brian was a bachelor, but a lady's man. He probably got laid all of the time, but I planned on giving him a fuck that he'd never forget. He abruptly stood, nearly knocking me off his desk in the process. "I can't do this, John's my friend," he hovered over me, his chiseled jaw set in granite. For a moment, I thought all of my preparations were going to waste, but then he captured my face between his palms and kissed me long, rough, and passionately. I moaned, parting my lips against his tongue as I buried my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as our tongues met and danced together. I kicked my other shoe off and wrapped my leg around him, welcoming him between my thighs. He pushed me back onto his desk, papers and folders scattering on the floor. He pulled my dress and bra down roughly, nearly tearing the material in his effort to release my tits. He palmed my large globes, pushing them together before roughly pinching my nipples. "Naughty little slut," he whispered against my ear after breaking our searing kiss. I only smiled up at him in response. It felt good to be talked to like that. I sure felt naughty and slutty. I arched my back, moaning as he sucked my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them hungrily. "I need to get inside that sweet little cunt of yours," he pushed my thighs apart and shoved my skirt up around my waist. I started to pull down my hose, but he beat me to the punch. He ripped a jagged hole in the crotch, his fingers rubbing my already-dripping slit. "You're already soaking wet," he shoved his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I'd never licked my own pussy juices before, and I had to admit that it kicked my sex drive up a few notches. I suckled his fingers like I would his cock, but it didn't look like I'd get a chance for that. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers. I looked down, pleasantly surprised by the size of him. His cock was definitely longer and thicker than John's and I told him so. "I'll make you cum harder than him, too," he draped my legs over his forearms, opening my legs wide as he shoved his cock into me. I held onto him, one hand gripping his dangling tie, the other on his bicep as he started pounding me. "Fuck yes! Fuck my little pussy!" He clamped his hand over my mouth, a warning to keep quiet so the people working outside wouldn't hear. "Pipe down, slut," I moaned against his hand, grinding my clit against him, the material of my hose creating a delicious friction. I hadn't planned for him to be this into it, or this rough, but it was really turning me on. He let go of my mouth, tracing my lips with his thumb before pushing it into my mouth. I nipped at it, scraping my teeth along his skin. He really liked that. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the desk as he fucked me, burying his big cock to the hilt with each thrust. I let go of him, pressing my hands onto his desk for leverage as I sat up so we were at eye-level with each other. I kissed him again, using it to stifle our moans. I felt his hand snake around my throat, his fingers squeezing my soft skin as he watched my panicked expression. I tried to suck in a breath, but couldn't. It had always been my closely-guarded secret that I masturbate with a pillow tightly held over my face so I can't breathe- but that's a situation I'm in control of. I clawed at his arms, letting my head fall back as he shook the desk with his thrusts. I felt him stiffen against me and his cock plow into my cervix as he spurted his seed deep inside me, moaning against my ear. I couldn't help myself, the ultra-erotic effect of him choking me sending me over the edge. I'd never squirted cum before, but it was the only explanation I could come up with later on for the huge, wet stain left on his pants. He let go of my neck and I dropped back onto the desk, dragging in huge gulps of precious air. He leaned down and kissed my cheek again, a huge smile on both of our faces. He had to change his pants due to the stain, but luckily he had his court suit hanging up on the hat-rack in the corner. While he dressed, I slid off his desk, stepping into my shoes as I pulled my skirt back down over my thighs. Luckily, he hadn't torn my hose too badly. I picked up my bag and my envelope and started towards the door, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my arm. "Wait a minute Val," he reached into the front pocket of my purse and pulled up my camera. I'd been recording us the entire time. "I'll be keeping this," he removed the memory card and pocketed it before handing my camera back. "How did you..." I stuttered to a halt. He couldn't have known the whole time. "I specialize in divorce cases, I've seen it all sweetheart," he kissed me again, more softly this time. "But I won't hold it against you, beautiful. I've wanted to get between those sweet little thighs of yours since I first laid eyes on you. We can get together this weekend if you want?" "Sure," I was still dumbstruck, but I wasn't completely immune to him either. My plan could wait a few days, but there was no reason why I couldn't enjoy a good, hard fucking in the meantime. "Good girl, you can come over to my place. I know I don't have any recording devices hidden there," he slapped me hard on the ass before opening the door for me. I jumped a little, but my pussy clenched in response. I couldn't wait to have another romp with him. I hadn't experienced rough sex in years. I took the elevator down, tossing my envelope in the trash on the way out. I'd planned on putting the memory card inside it and giving it to John, freshly fucked by his best friend. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the metal wall of the elevator. I could feel cum spilling down my thighs and I couldn't wait to go home and get off again. I took my compact out of my purse and checked my neck, it was a little red, but it wouldn't bruise and I easily covered the marks with my hair. While I didn't get exactly what I wanted, I still felt a little smug. Maybe John not knowing was the ultimate 'fuck you'. He'd have to go into that office every single day, right where his wife had fucked his best friend. It was like a big, cosmic joke. As I walked outside and crossed the street to find my car, I fleetingly wondered what Brian had in mind for our next rendezvous. I was really looking forward to testing my sexual boundaries.