2 comments/ 11682 views/ 0 favorites Lust, Pain, Revenge and Love By: WilliamShakespear Simone sat in her chair, deep in thought, considering what her evening had in store. She was dressed in her favourite LBD, (little black dress) that was short enough to show off her attractive legs, but long enough not to be seen as tarty. Her underwear consisted of new black silk bra and pants; a treat to her self in an attempt to raise her spirits, not to encourage her new man. A pair of sheer black tights and black shoes finished her attire. She was due to attend a works dinner with Stuart, a man she had been dating for about a month. They had met at a mutual friend's dinner party and at the end of the evening he drove her home. He asked her out for a drink the next night, which she had declined but they swapped phone numbers and she agreed to see him the next weekend. A pattern of drinks, dinner and the cinema had been established. They had their first kiss on the third date. He tried to invite himself in for coffee on the fourth. She gave him a lame excuse and rebutted him. On the next date he was more withdrawn and reserved, and made no attempt to force the issue as he kissed her goodnight at the end of the evening. It wasn't that she was a virgin. She had lost her cherry to an older and more experienced (and married) man just after her 16th birthday, some eight years ago. A number of lovers had enjoyed her charms since, and she had enjoyed their company and attentions too. It was just that she didn't want to jump into bed with anyone and there was something holding her back from turning what was a nice and pleasant relationship into a physical one. But maybe tonight would be different. She felt she was ready to take the relationship to the next stage. Her mind focussed on the evening ahead. Stuart was due to pick her up at 7.30 pm, drinks at 8.00 pm and sit down for dinner at 8.30 pm. The meal should be over by 10.00 pm and then dancing, something she hated with a vengeance, until 2.00 am. All she knew about Stuarts work was that he seemed to be an up and coming finance manager in a firm that specialised in taking controlling stakes in companies that were in trouble. They would help the company get better and then sell the stake, hopefully at a profit. Simone was a book keeper at a small solicitors so had some idea what the company did, but had no idea who the other people would be at the dinner. She was also concerned, that in addition to her hatred of dancing, she struggled with remembering people's names and she was sure she would be bombarded with names as she was introduced to people. Her thoughts and fears were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone. It was Stuart. "Hi, it's me," he said. "I'm in a cab downstairs. Are you ready?" "Yes," she replied. "I'll be right down." She disconnected the call, picked up her bag and left her flat. Stuart was standing by a taxi smiling at her as she approached. "You look amazing," he said as he kissed her gently on the cheek and admired her outfit, opening the door and guiding her into the car. "Thanks," she smiled, "you don't look too bad yourself," she added looking at him smartly dressed in dinner jacket and bow tie. He held her hand as they took the short drive to the hotel where the dinner was being held. "I've booked a car for later," he said to the driver as they arrived. The driver nodded. "I thought booking a room would be a bit presumptuous," Stuart said to Simone. She didn't comment but accepted his hand as they walked through the lobby of the hotel and towards the bar. As they entered the bar, trays of champagne were everywhere and she grabbed a glass and sipped it slowly as she was introduced to numerous people. Try as she might, she couldn't remember their names and thankfully, they were all soon asked to take their seats for dinner. The next challenge was the introductions at the table. There were eight others on their table and fear struck Simone as she hoped she would not make a fool of herself and introduce herself to someone she had already met. Thankfully, Stuart must have sensed her fear as he introduced her, and in doing so made the comment such as "this is Sally of course who we just met" if appropriate. The meal was served, accompanied by fine wines, and Simone started to relax. Before she knew it, the dancing started and Stuart invited her to dance. "Do we have to?" she asked. "No of course not," he replied. "You OK?" "Yes, I just hate dancing," she laughed looking embarrassed. "Me too," he smiled. "Let's go to the bar." They walked out of the room, looking at the dancers, some good, some bad and most very drunk! He ordered some champagne and they laughed at their mutual dislike of dancing and were soon joined by other couples who took the decision to chat rather than dance. One of the men, George, who was clearly on the way to being very drunk, let the group know his view on dancing: "They say you can tell how good a person is in bed by how well they dance," he said, adding, "so we must all be crap in bed as we don't want to dance." "Speak for yourself George," one of the other men laughed. ""It's all about the movement," George continued, swaying his hips in a suggestive way as he spoke. "George, pack it in," one of the women said in a harsh voice. A woman who Simone assumed was his partner. "Am I embarrassing you?" George slurred "Yes," she hissed. "Well don't worry," he added. "I'm probably too pissed to get it up so you wont know if I am good in bed or not." "No change there then," she said looking at him in disgust. A silence now hung over the group like a thick fog. "I think it's time we made a move," one of the men said looking at the attractive lady to his left, who nodded and now looked relieved. "Yes, we should be going too," Stuart said, looking at Simone. The two couples headed to the door and the other man said, "I have a car and haven't been drinking, can I give you a lift?" Stuart looked uncomfortable, but looked at Simone, "that would be great if it's not too much trouble," Stuart said without emotion, adding "I had booked a car but they needed 15 minutes notice so I can cancel them, no problem." The four of them headed into the car park and a nice new and shiny Range Rover. "I'm Fred and this is my wife Jane," the man said to Simone, holding out his hand to shake Simone's hand. Stuart and Simone got into the back of the Range Rover, Fred and Jane sat in the front. "Yours or mine?" whispered Stuart. "Mine," answered Simone. They directed Fred to her flat and were soon there, Getting out of the car, Simone got her keys ready. "You had better come in," she said quietly. She unlocked the door and gestured for Stuart to come in and take a seat. "Coffee or something stronger?" she asked. He smiled. "Coffee please." As she went to the kitchen to make the coffee she wondered what the next few minutes would entail. Would they go to bed? Was she really ready? Her thoughts were interrupted by Stuart joining her in the kitchen. "It's a nice flat you've got here," he said standing beside her. "Thanks, I am very happy here," she replied turning towards him and noticing he had removed his jacket and bow tie and undone the top three buttons of his dress shirt. With the coffee made and poured they walked back to the lounge. "Sorry," Simone said smiling "these have to go," as she removed her shoes and tucked her long legs under her as she snuggled onto the armchair opposite where Stuart sat. "I hope tonight wasn't too bad," Stuart said sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "No it was fine, I enjoyed it, especially as you have the same dislike of dancing," she laughed. "I bet that George will be in for a tough time," she added. "And a sore head in the morning!" "Yes, I think you will be right there," he smiled. "That was a very inappropriate thing to say, I do apologise on his behalf." "God, no need. I have heard much worse and I'm not that easily offended!" she replied smiling at Stuart. "Interesting concept though isn't it?" "What is?" she asked. "A person's ability on a dance floor giving some indication of their ability in bed," Stuart said. "Rubbish," she laughed. "It's nothing to do with a dance movement. It's..." she stopped herself. "Yes?" he enquired. "Nothing," she said looking embarrassed. "No, go on, what were you going to say." "More coffee, or a brandy or something?" she said trying to change the subject. "Oh, a brandy would be nice, yes please." She unfolded her legs and stood up, went to a cabinet in the corner and filled two glasses with brandy, handing one to Stuart. "Cheers!" she said raising her glass as she sat down. "Cheers," he replied, "and what were you going to say?" he added mischievously. She hesitated before replying; "I was going to say its about chemistry and that performance in bed is only part of the deal and is good when a couple are in synch in many ways, not just in the sack." "I agree," he said draining his glass. "I must be off; can I phone for a cab?" She nodded, "Yes of course, or you could stay." Stuart looked at her. "That would be nice, is the sofa comfortable?" "I don't know," she smiled, "but my bed is if you want to share it with me." He stood up and walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. "I would love to share your bed with you," he said as he leant forward and kissed her. They were soon in a deep and long and passionate kiss; their tongues fighting as their hands roamed over each other. Both Simone and Stuart were moaning as the passion increased. Simone broke off the kiss. "Let me get my self ready, I want a shower," she said quietly. "I might join you," he smiled. "You won't, it's too small," she smiled "but there is another bathroom if you want a shower. A towel should be hanging up." She stood up and kissed the top of his head as she pointed out where the bathroom was and she in turn headed to the en-suite shower. "See you in bed," she said saucily as she looked over her shoulder at him. Simone was soon showered and in bed when Stuart walked in the room with a towel tied around his waist. He quickly dropped the towel and joined Simone in bed, allowing her only the briefest glance at his manhood. She lay on her side and smiled at him as he reached out and pulled her towards him, starting to gently kiss her and stroke her back as the kiss gradually got more and more passionate. His hands roamed her body and were soon stroking the side of her breasts before they touched the hard and extended nipples, which resulted in a gasp of pleasure from deep inside Simone's throat. He continued playing with her nipples as her gently pushed Simone onto her back, breaking the kiss. Silently he moved so that his lips and tongue started paying homage to her breast, marvelling at the way they tasted and hardened to his licking and sucking. Stuart moved again so he could continue licking her engorged nipples while allowing a hand to stroke down across her flat stomach and then lower again as he felt the soft fuzz of her pubic hair. Simone opened her legs to allow him access to her secret parts as he slowly and gently opened her pussy up to his exploring fingers. His sucking of her breast got more intense as he gently entered her wet pussy. Simone opened her legs further imploring him to finger her. As she moaned in appreciation her withdrew his finger and started to slowly circle her clit that was pulsating as the blood flowed to its sensitive nerve endings. "Yes, yes, there!" she cried out as her stopped his licking of her nipple to concentrate on her hard clit. He felt her hands move and seek his manhood, and as she circled it with her fist, she slowly started to stroke him. "I want to suck you," she whispered. "And I want to lick you," he replied, moving down so that his face was now close to her pussy and he breathed in the erotic smells of her arousal. He bent forward and started to lick her clit which resulted in cries of passion and her bucking against him. "Oh my God yes!" she cried as he entered her pussy with his finger as he licked her clit. "I'm going to cum, don't stop!" Simone cried, her internal muscles clasping his probing finger as she came. "Stop, stop," she cried. "I can't take any more!" He slowly withdrew his finger and stopped licking her as she fought to regain her composure. Simone looked at him lustfully. "My turn," she said as she moved down the bed, throwing the cover off and looking at his erect penis. She started to stroke it before taking the head in her mouth and started to lick and suck him. "Oh, that's good. That's so nice," he murmured. She took more in her mouth as she continued enjoying the reaction she was getting from him. She was in two minds whether to continue or stop and let him make love to her. He made the decision for her. "As much as that is heavenly, I want to make love to you," he said. She stopped and lay down on her back. "I want that too," she said, "and I am protected, so don't hold back." He lay on top of her and kissed her deeply as Simone reached down and guided his hard wet prick into her willing and welcoming pussy. He thrust slowly yet forcefully. She met his every thrust, her next orgasm building already. He was unable to keep up the slow yet forceful pace and started thrusting harder. She continued to meet his every thrust and urged him on. "Don't hold back, cum for me!" she said as she knew she was getting closer and closer. "God, yes I'm cumming again!" she cried raising her bum and clasping his waist with her legs. He grunted as he thrust harder and faster, aware that he too was close and no matter what he did he couldn't hold on. He felt her clasp him deep inside her. This was too much and he came at the same time, flooding her cavity with his hot seed. As he lost his hardness, his prick slipped out of her and he moved to lie beside her, both of them trying to regain their breath. "Simone, that proved that dancing has nothing to do with bedroom activities," he smiled. "You're not wrong there!" she replied. They soon fell asleep and woke the next morning as the sun came through the bedroom window, They showered and returned to bed. After much kissing and hugging, they found themselves in the 69 position. This time Simone knew what she wanted and after her second or third orgasm courtesy of his inquisitive tongue, she made him cum. She let him fill her mouth with his hot and salty sperm, before swallowing it and marvelling on the effect that a blow job has on a man. They got up and showered again, before dressing and having a leisurely breakfast. "I really must be going now, and get changed," Stuart said. "I'll see you later?" Simone nodded. "That would be nice. Where should we go?" "Bed?" he smiled. "Is there no satisfying you?" "No," he laughed. "Go on, get out!" she said laughingly. "See you later." Simone got on with some domestic chores smiling to herself at the way things had developed over the last few hours, not for one minute regretting what had happened. About noon, her phone rang. "Is that Simone?" said a male voice that was vaguely recognisable. "Yes, who is that?" "It's Fred, Jane and I gave you a lift home last night." "Oh yes, hi Fred." "Sorry to disturb you," he continued, "but you left your mobile phone in my car last night." "Oh, stupid me," Simone said, realising it was not on the small table where she always put it. "No problem, I thought it was yours and dialled "home" to make sure." "Oh thanks." "I can drop it off if you like, in about an hour?" "That would be very kind, thank you. Are you sure its not too much trouble." "Not at all," he said. "I have nothing on and it will be my pleasure." "Well thanks, it would be much appreciated." "See you in an hour." "Yes, thanks." She said. An hour later her phone rang again. "It's Fred the stalker, I'm outside," he said with what sounded like a smile. "Well you had better come in; I don't want the neighbours to talk." She opened the door to see Fred outside with the phone. "Here you are," he said handing the phone to her. "Well thank you, you are most kind." She smiled. "Would you like a coffee?" "Yes, thanks, that would be nice," he said as she invited him in and gestured to a chair. "Milk and sugar?" she asked. "Only milk," he answered. "I'm sweet enough." "Is that right?" she said smiling, warming to his banter and friendliness. With the coffee made she joined him in the lounge and sat opposite him. "Did you enjoy last night?" Fred asked. "Yes, it was good. Thanks. Did you and eh..?" "Jane, "he answered. "Yes I did, she hates those things and only goes under sufferance." "Oh dear that's a shame." He nodded. "Yes, you know how it is. Marriage, kids, rut, business dinners." She was silent. "Sorry, don't want to sound like Mr "She doesn't understand me" Simone, anyway, you and Stuart seem to get on well. Everything Ok?" She nodded and smiled. "Yes, very. But its early days." He smiled. "Yes, I guess it is. He has done a lot of talking about you though. He seems smitten." "I am flattered," she smiled. "You do know he is married don't you?" Fred said. "What!" Simone exclaimed. "Oh shit! You don't?" "No." "Sorry, I didn't think you did." Fred looked at Simone. "Tell me everything," she said biting her lip, trying not to cry. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "Well," Fred started. "I can tell you what I know. I think he has been married for a couple of years. Things started going wrong fairly soon after they married and she had a fling and then he had a tat for tat fling. They tried to get it together but then the last I heard was that he was carrying on with someone who then dumped him. She probably found out he was still married and didn't want to be the other woman." Simone looked at Fred. "Is that it?" He nodded, putting the empty coffee cup on the table. "Pretty well, then I heard him talking about you and then saw you last night. That brings us up to date." Fred stood up. "You OK?" She nodded silently and stood up. Fred stepped towards her and hugged her. She dissolved into his arms as he held her tight. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He bent down and he gently kissed her lips. Soon they were exploring each others mouths and kissing passionately. Fred's hands started exploring Simone's flesh under her tee --shirt, before expertly undoing her bra. She tried to stop him but the sensations were too much and with the confusion she was facing, she allowed him to continue. He was soon caressing her soft breast and feeling her nipples harden to his touch. He stopped kissing her and removed her tee shirt and bra, marvelling at her breasts. He looked at her with lust filled eyes and went to undo her jeans and lowered them and then slid her pants down, leaving her standing in the middle of her lounge naked. "This is so wrong," she said as he moved back to kiss her. "Yes," he murmured, resuming the kiss. Fred reached down between Simone's legs and felt the wetness and heat that emanated from her pussy. He entered her with first one then a second finger and marvelled at her reaction as he fingered her. "Fred no, this is wrong. Please stop." She tried to push him away. "You know you want it," he said gruffly. He led her to the sofa and removed his clothes. He lay on top of her and entered her, swiftly and without any further teasing. They were soon fucking madly and quickly and both knew that this was going to be a quickie. It was all too much and soon Fred filled her with his cum. Fred withdrew and sat down at her feet. She sat up and tried to hide her nudity, amazed at what she had done and the reaction to Fred's news. Lust, Pain, Revenge and Love "Fred, you had better go. I'm sorry. Please don't think badly of me. I don't normally do this with strange men, especially married men." He silently got dressed. "Don't apologise Simone. It will stay between us and I'm sorry I had to be the bearer of the news." Fred left and Simone went and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. She didn't know how to react but got dressed and waited for Stuart to call. The door bell rang and Stuart stood there smiling with a bottle of wine and a big bunch of flowers. His face fell when he saw the stony look he got from Simone. "What's up?" he said as she silently let him in. "What's up? What's up? Have you something to tell me?" she screamed at him. "I have no idea what you are on about." He looked totally confused. "When did you think you were going to tell me about your wife, you're married you bastard!" "What!" he shouted. "I'm not married!" Now it was Simone's turn to look confused. "What makes you think I am married?" he said. "Someone told me," she said quietly. "Who?" Stuart snapped. "Does it matter?" "Yes it does. Who?" "Fred." "Fred?" She nodded. "Fred that gave us a lift home last night?" She nodded. "Fred, that if office rumours are to be believed has screwed half the women in the building?" "What?" Simone exclaimed. They both sat down and looked at each other. "I'll start, and then you tell me what you have been told." Stuart said. Simone nodded. Confused at what was happening. "I had a live in girlfriend a year or so ago. She went off and shagged someone; I came home one day to find her in bed with him. I threw her out. She came back. I saw someone else but it didn't work out. My ex left to move up north and I didn't see anybody until we met at the dinner party. I promise you that's the truth. Now what did you hear? And why was Fred in touch?" Simone took a deep breath, not knowing how much she should tell Stuart. Had she been a total fool and been used? What was the truth? "Well," she started, "Fred phoned me as I had left my mobile phone in his car last night. He brought it here, we had a coffee and he asked if I knew you were married, I said no and asked him to tell me what he knew." "What did he say?" "That you were married and had been for a couple of year. She had gone off and had a fling; you had a tit for tat affair. You got back together and then started seeing someone who dumped you and then I appeared on the scene." Simone shrugged her shoulders. "That was about it." "Simone, trust me that is total bull shit. He probably wants you to feel sorry for yourself so that he can console you and work his way into your knickers." "Too late," she whispered. "What, you slept with him?" Simone nodded. "He was so convincing, I felt so hurt, and he hugged me and one thing led to another. I am so sorry." Stuart was silent. "Stuart, I have been such a fool. I really thought we had something after last night and I have blown it. You had better go. I'm sorry." Stuart sat next to Simone who was now close to tears. "Never mind, he is a conniving bastard," Stuart said trying to hold her. "But I let him, I led him on. I shouldn't have. I knew he was married. I was in the wrong. You deserve better than me. Please go." "Look, we have all done things we wish we hadn't. We have all got involved in situations we should have seen coming. I can ignore this if you can. Can we start again?" Simone sat up and looked at Stuart. "I would like that, but I want to get my own back on him. He has hurt me and if we can carry on, if you can forgive me that would be great. But I need to have some sort of revenge." Stuart smiled and held her hands. "OK, let's plan something. Let's gain some revenge and then we will put this behind us and look forward. OK?" Simone smiled weakly. "OK, thanks." The next hour was spent drinking some wine, eating a takeaway and plotting Fred's downfall. Stuart and Simone went to bed where they fell asleep in each others arms. They were tired yet happy and didn't need to make love; they just needed to feel each other. In the morning they breakfasted together before Simone phoned Fred. Thankfully Stuart had Fred's home number on his mobile. "Hi Fred, its Simone. You OK.?" Simone noticed a hesitation in his voice. "Yes, fine. You?" "Yes, great. I just wondered if you were free for a while this afternoon." "Yes, I could be why?" "Well yesterday was fun wasn't it. I thought a repeat performance might be equally fun." "Eh yes," Fred replied cautiously. "I need to do some explaining to Jane, but that should be easy," he continued his voice now much quieter. "Did you speak to Stuart?" "Old news," she replied. "I sent him an email," she lied. "Did he reply?" "Don't know I haven't checked." She looked at Stuart and smiled. "So Fred, can you come over?" He coughed. "Yes. Two ish?" "Great, see you then," she said and then hung up, smiling and hugging Stuart. Stage 1 of the plan had been executed. The door bell rang at about 2.00pm and Simone opened the door to greet Fred. "Hi," he said leaning forward to kiss her. Simone moved so he kissed her cheek. "Come in, take a seat," she said stepping aside to let him enter. "Coffee?" "Coffee would be great, thanks," he answered. Simone went to the kitchen and made the coffee and returned to the lounge, handing a cup to Fred. "I need to ask you something," Simone said. "Yes, what is it?" Fred asked. "You know you said Stuart is married. He denies it." "Well he is lying." "Is he?" "Yes, can't you see it? " Fred retorted. "He wants his cake and wants to eat it. He is obviously lying again, stringing you along." "And you're not making it up so you can provide a friendly shoulder to cry on and take advantage of me?" "Simone, that's an awful thing to say. Why do you not believe me?" "Because you are a lying bastard Fred," Stuart shouted as he entered the room. Fred looked alarmed. "Stuart, I didn't..." "Fred, I don't know what you game is but enough is enough. Simone told me what happened yesterday and I hope you feel proud of yourself." Fred smiled, "Did she tell you how she enjoyed it? Did she tell you she didn't offer any resistance? Did she tell you how I fucked her?" Fred mocked. "She told me everything Fred. She told me how you lied about me Fred." Stuart was approaching Fred aggressively jabbing at him with his finger. "She told me how you took advantage of her while she was confused and hurt. It wasn't rape Fred, but it was taking advantage of her while at a low ebb, and we think you should pay for that, don't we Simone?" Simone nodded. "I don't deny we had sex Fred, I don't deny I didn't put up too much resistance, but you played mind games with me." Fred was looking very worried as Stuart and Simone glared at him. "What are you going to do?" "We thought about telling your wife," Stuart said. "God, no. please don't do that. I will do anything but don't involve her" Fred stammered. Ignoring Fred, Stuart continued, "We then thought about posting your sins on the internet; abuser of women while they are distracted. Maybe some others will come forward. Then we thought about something else. Some fun. Something we will enjoy and look back on with enjoyment in the future and something you will remember too." Fred looked confused. Simone looked down on him. "Fred, it's very simple. I do not appreciate being taken advantage of and if you don't do as we tell you, we will tell your wife, your boss and anybody else we can think of. We will ruin you. Do you understand?" Fred nodded, concerned he was now with a couple of mad people, but refused to totally back down. "Come on," he pleaded, He looked at them both. "We were both adults, we both enjoyed it. I'm sorry I deceived you but it was only a shag!" "Yes it was, but it was the deception Fred," Simone said quietly. "Now take your clothes off. I want to see you naked." "What!" he cried. "Do as she said," Stuart said firmly. "This is madness; you are both barking mad," Fred protested. "That's as maybe, now strip," Simone said, adding, "or we will tell your wife what a naughty boy you have been." Fred stood up, looking confused and stripped, sitting down and trying to hide his flaccid prick. "Not looking as though you are up for action now does it Fred?" Stuart mocked, pointing at his small prick. The room was quiet. The tension could be felt. Simone nodded at Stuart who left the room but soon returned with a camera. "What the hell!" Fred cried out. "We want to have something to remember you by Fred and something to show your wife if necessary in the future," Simone said with a sneer. "Now start playing with yourself!" "You must be joking. You're both mad. No fucking way!" Fred shouted. Stuart took a picture of Fred. "We are not joking, we may be mad, and you will play with yourself," Stuart said calmly but with enough aggression to make Fred start stroking his prick. "Does not look as though he can get it up Simone," Stuart said. "Do you think he needs help?" Simone nodded and stepped closer to Fred. She quickly whipped her top off to reveal her breasts to Fred. "Remember these?" she said as she played with her nipples. "You liked doing this." She looked at Fred's prick as he stroked it and was pleased that there seemed to be some hardness developing. Simone heard Stuart take some more pictures, hoping he was doing as he promised and that he would keep her out of them. She leant forward so that her breasts were close to Fred's face, but she was ready to step back if he made a move to touch her. Simone whispered. "That's it Fred, keeping pumping it for us." Stuart moved and took some more pictures. Fred grumbled, "This is insanity," but didn't stop stroking his prick that was getting harder and harder. Simone looked at Stuart who nodded. She stepped back from Fred and slowly undid her tight jeans and removed them and her knickers, kicking them into the corner of the room. "Do you remember this?" she asked as she put a finger inside her pussy, before removing it and licking its wetness, "it tastes so nice," she added, pleased that Fred's prick was now fully hard and he was stroking faster and faster. Hopefully he would cum and she could get dressed and get this odious man out of her flat. In the meantime she would continue with her acting. Stuart was taking photo after photo as Fred stroked faster and faster, unable to take his eyes of Simone who was doing a fantastic job of pleasuring herself in front of him. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" Fred cried out as jet after jet of white spunk erupted from his prick. Stuart was like a man possessed taking pictures, making sure he got pictures of Fred's face and erupting prick. Simone stopped her acting, picked up her clothes and walked out of the room. She dressed and returned to see Fred wiping himself up and looking at both Stuart and her with undisguised hatred. "Very bloody clever," he snarled. "Now what?" Stuart smiled at Simone and looked down at Fred. "It's very simple Fred. You get dressed; you leave and never come near Simone again. At work you only deal with me when you have to and if we ever hear that you take advantage of a woman again, these pictures," Stuart pointed to the camera," will be sent to your wife, will be on the net and God knows where else." "And how can I trust you?" Fred said as he was getting dressed. "You can't," Simone answered smiling sweetly at him. Fred stood up and glared at them both. "Bastards!" he hissed. "You fucking bastards! You will pay for what you have done! You mark my words." "Ok Fred, whatever. Just remember a picture is worth a thousand words and it would be such a shame if these were to be released," Stuart said as he held the camera up. "It wouldn't do your reputation much good, let alone your marriage. Do send our best to Jane," Stuart adding smiling at Fred. "Bastards!" Fred shouted again as he stormed out of the flat. Simone and Stuart fell into each others arms as the front door slammed shut. They kissed and hugged and laughed as they talked about what had just happened in Simone's flat. "Let me get some wine to celebrate, while you copy the pictures onto the PC and create some back up disks. I don't think he is stupid enough to do anything, but let's be prepared and keep copies in various places." Simone poured some wine and handed a glass to Stuart. "I need a shower after my little performance; maybe we can finish the bottle in bed?" "I think that is a very good idea," Stuart said holding Simone's hand. They were soon both in bed enjoying the feeling of naked flesh against naked flesh. Long passionate kisses were interspersed with licking and sucking of Simone's super sensitive breasts. Stuart slowly let his hands wonder down her body and started fingering her soaking wet pussy and engorged clitoris. She rocked against him, knowing that she would soon orgasm. Stuart moved so he could look at her pussy open up for him and started to slowly lick her clit. This was enough to push her over the edge and she came crying out as she did so. As she regained her composure Stuart looked at with lustful eyes. "Turn over," he said; his voice thick with emotion. She did, presenting him with her pert bum. "Do you have any oil?" he asked. She opened a drawer beside the bed and silently gave him a bottle of baby oil. He poured some into his hands and gently massaged it into the cheeks of her bum. Even though she had only just orgasmed, she could feel the onset of another as his fingers started stroking her soaking wet pussy. He put more oil on his hands and started to explore her rear entrance. This was something new to Simone, but she trusted Stuart not to hurt her and relaxed and started to enjoy the sensations as he opened her virgin rear hole. More oil was poured onto her and he soon had two fingers inside her, one in her pussy and one in her bum. He alternated the strokes as he double penetrated her with his fingers. She moaned in appreciation as the new sensation of her bum being penetrated consumed her. Stuart then positioned her so he could also stroke her clit that was crying out for attention. "Stuart, you're going to make me cum again!" she said as she bucked against his inquisitive fingers. "Yes, do it. There!" she cried as she clasped his fingers as another orgasm consumed her. He removed his fingers and moved so that his hard prick was at the entrance of her hot pulsating pussy, then moved again so he entered her and she pushed back so that he was soon deep inside her. He didn't move, enjoying the sensation of being inside her hot wet cavern. It was too much and he soon started to slowly thrust and then started to finger her bum as his prick went in and out of her pussy. "Do you want to fuck me in the bum?" Simone said looking over her shoulder at Stuart, amazed at her self for thinking, let alone suggesting it. Stuart didn't answer but stopped his thrusting and grabbed some more oil, and poured some into her open bum hole, before gently placing his engorged prick at the entrance to her rear hole. She pushed back against him, and he slowly entered her tight virginal hole; amazed at the sensations and the tightness. He slowly withdrew and bit before re-entering her until he was deeply buried in her bum. She moaned appreciatively as he slowly thrust in and out, urging him on. With his right hand he reached beneath her and stroked her clit that was hard again and this brought her close to yet another orgasm. As she met his thrusts she started to cum, he could feel her muscles inside her bum tighten around his member and this was enough to make him cum too and he groaned aloud as he froze and ejaculated into her rear hole. He withdrew and lay on his back as he got his breath back, looking as Simone, lying on her stomach as she too recovered from her recent orgasm. "Stuart, you are a bad bad boy. I have never done that before!" she sighed, turning onto her side and smiling at him and played with his nipple. "Well, I don't know what to say," he smiled back at her. "Promise you'll do it again?" "Ok, if you insist," he said as though he didn't really want to. "I do insist, at least once a day!" she said smiling and kissing him.