8 comments/ 48103 views/ 4 favorites The Sweetest Revenge By: Ginger When I first found out my husband, Scott, was having an affair, I was hurt and furious beyond all belief. There had been clues for quite some time, not the least of which was the fact that two or three nights a week he'd be "out with the guys" until all hours of the morning. Interesting how he could go out with the guys and come home smelling vaguely of a woman's scent. I had to confirm my suspicions. I convinced my brother's best friend to follow Scott one night and see what he could see. As I feared, the report came back that Scott had gone alone to one of the local strip clubs, and had spent the entire evening pawing and drooling over one particular dancer. At about 10 p.m. my husband and she left and drove in his car to her house. My spy had even gone so far as to wait for a little while after they went inside, he then took a peek into a couple of windows. At the second window, he witnessed Scott getting an enthusiastic blowjob from the very young looking dancer. Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to cool down and think about it for awhile, lest I do something I might regret, like committing a capital crime. After mulling it over for awhile, I decided that the best thing I could do was to get even. I began my scheming and planning, all the while treating Scott as though nothing were wrong. My first goal was to find out everything I could about the dancer. When I'd asked my spy what she looked like, he said she'd looked a whole lot like me, only younger. She was about 5'6", had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and had very full breasts packed on top of a slender body. He told me she looked like she was about 19 and appeared to be one of the most popular dancers at the club. He said she was using the name Amber, but that may have just been her stage name. With one phone call to the club, I was able to find out that Amber worked the 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. shift the next day, Monday. That was perfect. I'd be able to go down to the club on Monday afternoon and put my payback plan into motion. On Monday afternoon I arrived at the club at about 1:30. I sat at the bar and had a couple of strong drinks to help keep me from losing my nerve. The lunch hour crowd had thinned and the place was fairly quiet. I was the only woman there who wasn't a dancer and I got a lot of curious looks from the few remaining male patrons. I laughed when the bartender asked me if I was there to audition for a job. His question did give me an idea though. At 2:00 on the dot the three dancers who were working the various stages stepped down, and three new ones took their places. Amber was one of them. I knew she was the one the second I saw her. And even though I had been told that we looked something alike, I was absolutely shocked. Looking at her was almost like looking in a mirror, even if it was a mirror that subtracted a few years. I ordered another drink and took it with me as I sat down directly in front of the stage Amber was working. When she saw me, she did a double take, as if she couldn't believe the physical resemblance she was seeing either. The crowd at this time of day was meager, and since I was the only woman, it seemed I got special treatment. Amber did almost all of her dancing directly in front of me. At first she wore a tiny black micro skirt, a sexy black bustier, and black heels that were so high it looked like she must be walking on her tip-toes. Before the first song was over, the skirt was gone with one single string pull and she teased off the bustier, one hook at a time. She danced with nothing left on except a tiny g-string and her heels. As she danced and writhed on the stage in front of me, I expected to feel jealous. I didn't. Surprisingly, I felt aroused. She had a talent for moving her body in the most erotic way, making every twist and turn a sheer seduction. Soon I was hypnotically tucking dollar bills into her g-string and enjoying a close up view of "the other woman". It seemed like Amber enjoyed dancing for me as well. She began talking to me as she'd dance close and bent down, shaking her voluptuous breasts in my face. She told me that if she were a little older, we could pass for twins. She said she'd love to dance with me instead of for me sometime. At one point she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and as she stood up, she managed to slide one hard nipple right up the side of my face. I shuddered and parted with another dollar. After the fourth song, she said she was going to take a break and asked if she could talk to me for awhile. That was exactly what I had been hoping for and I readily agreed. Amber stepped off the stage and into the dancer's dressing room. She returned to my table a few minutes later, wearing a short black satin robe. I invited her to sit down, and she introduced herself, telling me her name. I told her my name was Lisa, which was a lie. I told her I thought she was a very good dancer. She asked if I was a lesbian, and I told her I was not. She looked at me as though she were confused, and I explained that the reason I was there was because I had always fantasized about trying exotic dancing (another lie), and I wanted to watch some of the dancers to see if I thought I could do it. She became excited, telling me that of course I could do it! She said I had a pretty face and beautiful body, and if I could move it at all that I could make tons of money. She then gave me a sly look. "And if you're willing to do private dances, then the sky's the limit when it comes to cash..." she drawled. When I asked her exactly what a private dance consisted of, she stood up and told me it would be better if she just showed me. I was stunned, unsure of what to do next, but when she held out her hand to me, I took it. She led me through the club to a large door with a sign over it proclaiming in pink neon "The Hottest Lap Dances in Town". We entered a big, dimly lit room with flashing strobe lights in the corners. As we were currently the only ones in the room, she led me to a large padded bench in the center of the room and told me to make myself comfortable. She went to an old-fashioned looking juke box and punched a couple of buttons. Some song I didn't recognize began playing, with a primitive rhythm and an unmistakable erotic beat. She walked slowly back to me, swaying like a tree in the breeze and smiling devilishly. She stopped directly in front of me and began her dance. I was utterly amazed. She moved in such a way that she seemed to be fucking some unseen lover. Her eyes burned into mine as she pulled open her robe and slid it off her shoulders, letting it fall into a pile on the floor. She caught me eyeing her hardening nipples and she asked me if I liked them. I heard myself saying "oh, yes". She danced closer and closer, then she straddled me with one knee on each side of me. She continued her sensual motions, only now we were eye to eye and her body was virtually pressed up against mine from my chest down to my lap. I couldn't believe I was allowing my husband's lover to do this, and equally as much I couldn't believe how much I liked it. My own nipples were now hard and straining against the fabric of my bra, and I could feel the wetness building between my legs. Amber had hypnotized me. She began rubbing her large pale pink nipples over my breasts, and suddenly I wished that my bra and blouse weren't coming between us. I heard my breath becoming fast and shallow, even over the driving beat of the music. She put her arms around my neck, and then she kissed me, slowly and sweetly. I had never felt such a kiss...so soft, yet so full of tingling energy, and without thought I parted my lips, allowing her tongue into my mouth. My own tongue found hers, and I was instantly weakened by the wave of pure desire that washed over me. I couldn't help but to moan right into her mouth. I felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile, then she broke the kiss. She withdrew her arms from around my neck and leaned back just a bit. Still swaying in time with the music, Amber then reached up and ran her thumbs over both of my nipples through my clothing. She whispered breathlessly into my ear, "I'm not supposed to be doing this, but I do a lot of things I shouldn't. Just because I want to." I almost blurted out, "Yeah, like fucking my husband..." but I realized that at this particular moment I really didn't care about that. My only response was another low moan. I felt Amber's hips start to grind back and forth, pushing her pelvis into mine, creating a delicious friction that I could feel even through my jeans. I studied her face. Her eyes had a far-away glazed look, and she was smiling. It was obvious Amber was enjoying this as much as I was. She kissed me again, and she reached inside my blouse and down inside my bra, pinching my nipples and making me gasp. "It's ok if you want to touch mine too. I want you to!" Amber half-moaned into my ear. I had never before had any experience with a woman and had always thought that I'd never want to, but right then I wanted to feel her extrordinary full tits under my hands more than anything. I reached out and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight resting in my hands. I lightly ran my fingers over her nipples, enjoying the texture of the pebbly flesh surrounding them. She sighed with pleasure as I continued my exploration of her lovely pair, and she rubbed her pelvis over mine with even more intensity. Then, without warning, I climaxed. My back arched involuntarily, propelling my entire body into hers, and I bit back the scream of ecstacy that tried to escape my throat. My whole body shuddered with the force of it. As the sensations began to subside, Amber kissed me again and she told me how hot I'd made her. I sat there stunned, when my mind came to the sudden realization that I'd just done exactly the same thing Scott had done. I had just had sex with Amber, in this most unusual way. Amber started chatting about how that was a super-deluxe private dance and how you had to be so careful of undercover vice cops, but I scarcely heard her. I had totally ruined my plan for getting back at Scott. I was now equally as guilty as he was. Unable to control myself, I burst into tears. Poor Amber was beside herself, probably thinking that she was the cause for my outburst. Between sobs, I told her the truth....about Scott, about how I'd come to the club to trick her. Then, she said the strangest thing. "Well, then, you must be Adrienne, not Lisa. Scott always calls me Adrienne when we have sex. He's always talking about how I remind him of his wife when she was younger and still wanted him. Now I can see why he says that." I was speechless as Amber told me about how the affair with my husband had started. At first, he had just sat quietly by the stage watching her dance, occasionally tipping her. This went on for a few weeks, where he'd come in regularly one or two nights a week and just watch. Then one night, he'd asked and paid for a private dance. That's when Scott had first mentioned Amber's resemblance to his wife, Adrienne. He told her that his wife just didn't want him like she used to, so he wanted to fantasize that Amber was a young Adrienne. He wanted to relive his early lust-filled days with his wife. Amber said that she'd thought it was very sweet how he saw Adrienne when she danced for him. She said he was so sincere and his pain seemed so real that she'd eventually begun giving him sexual favors to give him his fantasy of his early life with Adrienne. Amber also began to cry and told me she was sorry that I'd been so hurt when I found out. As much as it pained me to admit it, Scott had been right. In recent years, my passion had been lacking and I'd become complacent in our marriage bed. I was guilty of driving my husband away to seek out this subsitute of the younger me. I put my arms around Amber and told her that it was all my fault, not hers. I told her I didn't know what to do now. She smiled at me and told me that she had an idea that might help make things right again. When she told me her idea, I was laughing by the time she finished. I thought it was a great new plan. With her help, tomorrow night would be the end of Scott's affair and the beginning of a new, passion filled sex life for he and I. We left each other with a big hug and a kiss, and I went home to begin preparing for the next evening. The next afternoon at about 2:00 Amber arrived at my house. Scott wouldn't be home until at least 5:30, so we had plenty of time to get everything ready. We started with the job of shaving. I stripped naked and lay on the bed on a towel with my legs spread. Amber spread a nice layer of shaving gel over my entire pubic region and expertly shaved my entire pussy clean and smooth. It felt strange, but I rather liked it. And according to Amber, Scott would LOVE it. Next we took a shower, together, soaping each other and washing each other's hair. We enjoyed a few lingering kisses and caresses that left my whole body tingling with anticipation. After we were clean and dry, we started on our hair and makeup. We each curled our long blonde hair exactly the same way, and each of us applied the exact same colors of makeup. Amber had brought two identical outfits for us to wear. We stood in front of my large dressing mirror, each of us pulling on our white silk and lace thong panties and matching bras. Next came the sheer white thigh high stockings, and white open toed high heels. When we were finished, we stood dazzled in front of the mirror looking at each other. We looked like twins, or damn close to it. Following our "game" of dress-up, Amber and I spent about half an hour practicing a few dance steps. By the end of the practice session, we found we could move in almost perfect synchronization. We were both delighted. We were ready to set our plan in motion. Since we had almost an hour before Scott was due home, we sat on my sofa and polished off a bottle of white zinfandel between us. I also composed a short note to Scott which would greet him when he arrived home. I taped it to the outside of the back door, along with a black silk scarf. It read, "Scott: Have a drink and sit in your recliner. Put on this blindfold and make sure it's tight. When you're ready to find out what this is all about, ring the bell next to your chair." I was so excited and a little scared when I heard Scott's car pull into the driveway. Amber and I raced to the bedroom to wait for the sound of the bell. I heard Scott come in the back door, followed by the sound of him making himself a drink, as instructed. My heart started to race when I heard the bell ringing a few minutes later. Amber and I crept into the living room, where Scott sat blindfolded in his chair. I prayed he couldn't see, or everything could be ruined. Amber slipped behind Scott's chair, and I stood directly in front of him, decked out in my sexy white lingerie. Amber looked at me to make sure I was ready to proceed. I nodded, and she reached behind his head and untied the blindfold. Scott blinked and gaped at me. It only took him a second to realize that I wasn't the one who untied his blindfold. At that second, Amber stepped out from behind his chair and we posed, side by side, mirroring each other. Scott's mouth fell open, and the shock of seeing her and I together registered clearly on his face. His jaw worked as he tried to speak, but I stepped forward and put my finger to his lips, shushing him. Amber put her arms around me and we kissed. On Scott's handsome face, I recognized a progression from confusion to guilt to apprehension to lust. So far so good. Amber reached over and hit the button on the cassette player we had set up. The song that she danced to for me the day before began playing softly. We began dancing, both of us staring at him. As she and I moved together, I mouthed the words "It's ok, I understand" to him. He seemed to relax at that and looked relieved. My back was to Amber and she put her arms around me, and began kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. I threw my head back and moaned lightly. At that point, I stepped away and went to Scott. First, I pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Next I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Amber was ready, and she grabbed his pants at the cuffs and pulled. Scott lifted his butt of the chair and his between the three of us we had them off in no time. I smiled at the sight of Scott's huge erection growing out the top of his briefs. The briefs and his shirt were the next to go. The only clothes he had left were his socks and I pulled them off with a giggle. I kissed him tenderly, and knelt before him. Behind me, Amber unhooked my bra and freed my breasts as I crawled between Scott's legs and took his thick, rigid cock into my mouth. Amber got on her knees behind me and caressed my breasts as I began to suck his cock with a passion I hadn't felt in years. Scott moaned loudly as I began deep-throating his eager dick. Amber removed her bra and I felt her rubbing her hard nipples against my back as I moved back and forth. Scott's hands gripped my head, pulling my mouth down on his cock. I reached up and caressed his balls as I pulled his cock out of my throat and began licking it's length up the underside and down the top. I felt his balls tighten under my fingers and I knew he was ready to cum soon. Amber and I weren't ready for him to cum yet. I stopped working his cock, and leaned back into her. I turned my head to her and kissed her passionately, my tongue probing her warm mouth. With both she and I still on our knees, she reached in front of me and pushed my thong panties down, exposing my newly shaved pussy to Scott. Her fingers found their way to the slippery wetness between my legs. I reached backward and slid my hand down the front of her panties, enjoying the feeling of her sopping wet cunt. Her fingers parted my swollen pussy lips and she spread my moisture from my clit to my anus. I felt her hard wet clit, the first I'd ever touched other than my own, and I loved it. She shoved two fingers inside my wanting pussy, and I did exactly the same thing to her. Both of us moaned together. I looked up at Scott and he was enthralled with watching us, happily stroking his dick at the same time. That sight combined with Amber's finger fucking was pushing me over the edge. I said out loud that I was going to cum, and her fingers began to pump in and out of me even faster. I alternated between fingering her clit and jamming my fingers inside her. We arrived at almost exactly the same time, both of us shuddering and locked together, virtually screaming in pleasure. While still dizzy with sensation, I faced away from Scott still on my knees. I turned my head to look directly into his eyes, and I whispered, "fuck me Scott". He sprang from his chair and got on his knees behind me, positioning his desperate cock at my lust-swollen pussy lips. He thrust his hips forward, entering me, at the same moment I pushed Amber down on her back in front of me. I pulled her panties down, and amazed myself by starting to lick her pussy as Scott fucked me from behind. I loved my first taste of another woman's pussy. It was so sweet and slippery and absolutely addictive. She squirmed beneath my tongue, moaning, just as I moaned as my husband fucked my pussy with unchecked passion. I zeroed in on Amber's clit and attacked it with flicking motions, and Scott, unable to take anymore, shot his huge load deep inside of me. I came next, loving the feeling of his hot cum filling me then beginning to run down my legs. I brought Amber off a few seconds later, still furiously working her ripe little clit. The three of us collapsed into a pile of spent flesh and limbs onto the floor. We all lay there panting for several minutes. Amber then rose, gathered her lingerie, and smiled down at us. "I don't intend to see either of you again. At least not without each other. I think I love you both." she said. With that, she grabbed her long coat, and pulled it on as she walked out the door. That night, Scott and I made love two more times. We were newlyweds again, and both of us swore to hold onto that feeling forever. The Sweetest Revenge Thank you to everyone who's sent me feedback on my stories so far. As I've said, I really appreciate it as I've never been brave enough to let anyone read my writing until now. I very much enjoy creating these stories but they are just fantasies and not to be taken too seriously! * * * * * Joanna stumbled up to the front door, barely able to see through a watery veil of tears that refused to stop flowing. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. But she didn't want to stop weeping; she didn't want to stop hating. It was the only strength she had left, to get her through this nightmare. The elegant door-knocker made a sharp, tapping sound as Joanna raised it and let it fall against the varnished, wooden panel. She repeated the action; once, twice, a third time, rapidly losing what was left of her patience and rationality. "Come on!" she sobbed. "Open the door, you bitch! Why won't you open the BLOODY DOOR?" A few neighbouring curtains twitched. Joanna didn't stop to consider the consequences of her actions - gossiping tongues, the police arriving to haul her away for disturbing the peace. She didn't really care anyway; it would all be worth it if only she could get her hands on her cheating, so-called best friend, Ellen. Joanna hammered a few more times, then put her mouth to the letter box and yelled through it. "I know you're in there! Open this fucking door right now!" The door remained closed, its wooden face blank. Joanna felt it was taunting her. A fresh helping of rage surged through her and she lifted her foot to kick at the aggravating barrier. Just then, there came the sound of a key turning in a lock. Joanna stepped back, panting and readying herself for a full-scale attack on the woman she hated. The door opened cautiously; a crack of light from within cast itself across the driveway. Then a face peered out. It wasn't Ellen; it was her eighteen-year-old son, Callum. "What the fuck's going on?" he said in a low voice. "Are you mad or something?" Joanna stared at the boy. She hadn't really been expecting this. It was Ellen she'd come to shout at, not her son. None of this was his fault, and, somehow, his being there diluted Joannna's anger a little. "Where's your mother?" She tried to keep her voice quiet and steady now. "I need to see her, where is she?" "Out." Callum made as if to shut the door. Joanna flared up again. "You're lying! Let me in!" Heaving the door open with her shoulder, Joanna forced her way past the surprised teenager, and found herself in the hall. "Ellen!" She yelled up the stairs and then took a step towards the lounge. "Ellen!" Callum stood with his arms folded, watching her. "I told you, she's not here. Mum and dad have gone out for dinner - it's their anniversary or something." "Oh!" Joanna sagged against the banister at the bottom of the stairs. Once again, she felt deflated; there was nowhere to direct her anger if Ellen wasn't here. "So it's their wedding anniversary, is it? How nice for them." Joanna wondered if it would still be as nice if Ellen's husband knew that Ellen had been fucking another man just twenty-four hours before. Her lover being no less than Joanna's own spouse. The memory of discovering the cheating pair 'in flagrante delicto' brought a grimace to Joanna's face. It was ironic really; Peter and Ellen had actually looked good together. Maybe they should have married each other in the first place. Callum was staring hard at Joanna now. She realised she must look a sorry sight; after hiding out all day at her sister's, her anger had got the better of her and she'd stormed over here without bothering to change clothes, apply make-up or even brush her hair. All she could think of was getting revenge. She hadn't stopped to think about how that would be achieved. If Ellen had been here, would Joanna have punched her? If George, Ellen's husband, had been here alone, would Joanna have fucked him, to get her own back? Well, maybe. But, as neither were around, what was she to do now? "I don't believe this," Joanna mumbled. "This really takes the bloody biscuit!" Callum inclined his head towards the still-open front door. "Well, as I said, mum's out..." "I know, I know!" Joanna snapped. "I think I'll wait here for her, if you don't mind. It's important that I see her." "Please yourself." Callum shrugged, closed the door and wandered down the hallway towards the lounge, shaking his head. "Silly cow!" he mumbled, under his breath. But Joanna's sharp ears half-caught the words. "What did you say?" she spat, her anger flashing over again. The only answer from Callum was the banging-closed of the lounge door. Once again, Joanna found herself staring at a blank, wooden face. It was too much. Callum's apparent lack of interest in Joanna's plight enraged her even more. Men! They were all the same, whatever age they were! Didn't they give a fuck about feelings? Letting out a huge, roaring sob, Joanna got to her feet and charged towards the lounge door like a bull to a red cape. The door crashed open and Joanna burst through it, screaming. Her foot caught the edge of a luxurious rug and she went flying against a bookcase, which wobbled ominously. The shock of her fall jolted Joanna out of her hysteria for long enough to take in the scene. The lounge was lit dimly, by a standard lamp and the glow of the TV screen; the sound of the TV was turned down. An empty pizza box, beer bottles and a car magazine lay strewn over the hearth rug. It seemed that Joanna had disturbed a teenager's cosy night in, sans parents, and Callum was presumably none too pleased about it. Tough shit, thought Joanna. She wasn't exactly radiant with happiness herself this evening. Callum slumped down on the couch and took a swig of beer. "See? I told you no-one was here," he said, wiping his hand across his mouth. For a second, he took his eyes away from the TV and rested his intense gaze on Joanna's red, tearstained face. "Got any cigarettes on you?" Joanna let out a long, shaky breath. "No, I haven't, you insolent little shit. What do you think your mum would say if she knew you smoked in her house?" "I don't care. I'm a big boy now - I can do what I like." Callum's attention returned to the TV, where, on-screen, a voluptuous woman was stripping on some low-budget dirty video. Joanna clenched her fists, biting back rage. If she didn't let it loose on someone or something soon, she was going to explode. Sweat soaked her tight, v-necked top at the armpits. God, why hadn't she showered? She could even feel sweat forming between her thighs and wondered if it would show through the thin fabric of her trousers. Slowly she moved round to the rear of the couch, staring at the back of Callum's head and neck. She hadn't seen him for a long time, had always thought of him as rather an obnoxious little brat. But now he was a well-grown young man; in fact, he was ridiculously good-looking and Joanna couldn't help but wonder what his body looked like under the t-shirt and baggy army pants he was wearing. Of course, she could see that he was tall and lean; not gangly and awkward like some youths were. He carried himself confidently and with an arrogance that impressed Joanna as well as enraged her. His short, black hair was messily spiked, his light-blue eyes were piercing. He looked very much like his father, George. Joanna took a step forward, trying to control her breathing. George. She'd always had a thing about him, right from the moment Ellen had first introduced her husband. Joanna harboured the odd fantasy involving him, but she had never dreamt of acting on these fantasies. Messing with your best friend's husband was just not something a decent person should do... Callum sniffed loudly and drank more beer. Joanna was so close now that she could inhale his youthful, musky aroma and see clearly the dark stubble on his strong jaw. Closing her eyes for a moment, she wondered what revenge would taste and feel like. "Callum," she said, in as controlled a manner as she could manage. "Callum, listen to me." There was no response. On the TV screen, the woman was now being ravished by a bulky, bald man. Despite the muted sound, it was obvious she was screaming with pleasure, her big breasts bouncing wildly. Callum shifted a little on the couch and quickly put the beer bottle to his lips once more. His long legs were sprawled wide apart and Joanna found her eyes drawn to his crotch. There was the slightest hint of an aroused bulge beneath the fabric of his pants. Joanna licked her lips and felt her heart begin to pound even faster. Suddenly she could restrain herself no longer. Rushing at Callum from behind, she grabbed him around the throat and forced his head back, giving the boy no choice but to look at her. "Don't ignore me!" Joanna spat, viciously. "Don't you - EVER- ignore me! Understand?" She had given Callum a shock, there was no doubt about it. Panic was visible in his eyes as he gazed up at her, and his teeth were clenched. Joanna's hand stayed around his neck, applying pressure. "Understand?" she hissed again. Callum nodded quickly. Joanna was satisfied with this and let go. But immediately, she swept round the couch and sat herself down beside the perturbed young man. Callum rubbed his throat, wincing. "You're mad!" he croaked. "What the hell do you want?" Joanna looked at his face and smiled for the first time that day. "I want you to get your cock out so I can screw you senseless," she told him calmly. There was a pause. Callum's mouth fell open. Then, slowly, he sat up and reached for the remote control. The TV went off. "Hadn't we better talk about this?" he asked. * * * She went at him with an urgency and passion she'd not felt for a long time, not since the early days with Peter. Callum was a virgin, which surprised, but also pleased, her. Joanna was determined to make his first time as memorable as possible. His clothes didn't last long. Callum put up no resistance as she tore at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and ignoring his yelps as it caught on his ears. She raked her nails through his soft, spiky hair and buried her mouth in it, drawing the scent of him into her nostrils. His chest was smooth, the muscles defined, and Joanna kissed his small, hard nipples, making him groan. "Lift your arse, there's a good boy," she panted, as she unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his crisp, white boxers down over his hips. Callum wriggled on the couch, helping her. His legs were long, hairy and muscular; his cock was impressively erect and a generous size. Joanna felt her pussy lurch with lust at the sight of it. Straddling his firm thighs, she hauled off her top, and her breasts bounced free. Callum's eyes widened when he saw them, and Joanna felt pleased at how her tits looked - large, swollen and enticing. She wished she'd shaved under her arms, and realised there were a couple of stray hairs around her nipples. Never mind. Callum was soon too busy sucking on the engorged, red teats, and struggling to grip her mountainous boobs in his trembling hands, to worry about a minor case of hirsuteness. Joanna pushed Callum back against the couch cushions, and struggled out of her trousers and panties, telling him: "I'm going to give you the BEST time - OK?" Callum nodded and closed his eyes as the older woman wriggled astride him. Joanna's pussy was all plumped-up and sodden with juices, her unruly pubic hair thoroughly soaked. She struggled into position, gasping with delight as the boy's thick cock slid inside her wet depths. "Oh!" she breathed. "Oh, that's SO good!" She ground herself against Callum's narrow pelvis, moaning; her big thighs wobbled, her voluminous breasts heaved. Callum thrust into her a few delicious times, then suddenly grunted with surprise. Joanna felt a warm, wet sensation engulf her pussy, and knew she'd pushed Callum over the edge. Leaning close to him, she brushed his open lips with one of her puckered nipples. Callum lost no time in drawing the teat into his mouth again. Joanna smiled. "Good boy. Did you enjoy that? Is it nice, being inside a woman? You know what - I'M feeling a whole lot better now!" Callum's mouth was too full to answer her, but he nodded keenly. He was gaining confidence by the second and seemed not at all embarrassed by having come so quickly. In fact, when Joanna lifted herself off his cock, she was impressed to see that he was still hard. "Mmm, better and better!" she crooned. Sitting up, she gave Callum the fullest view possible of her pulsating pussy. Joanna touched her fingertips to her engorged clitoris, and Callum watched, wide-eyed, as it seemed to swell even more, extruding itself from its little hood. "Let me do that," he said, pushing Joanna's hand away. Overly-confident now, he pressed on Joanna's sensitive nub too hard and she flinched. "Be more gentle, sweetheart," she told him. Callum complied with her wishes; his next touch was feather-light and sent waves of pleasure sweeping through Joanna's body. "That's better," she breathed, jerking her hips towards his hand. "Keep going." Callum stroked her clit rhythmically, even going so far as to slide his fingers inside Joanna's slippery entrance every so often. Her pussy contracted around his digits and he grinned. "You're so wet!" he said, in wonder. "Mmm. And it's all because of you." Joanna leant forward to kiss him. "Why don't you use your mouth down there now?" Callum didn't hesitate. They swapped places; Joanna reclined back on the couch and Callum knelt over her, his heavy cock dangling stiffly between his legs. As he bent his head to her clit, Joanna let out a cry and writhed her arse against the couch cushions. The boy's tongue flicked over her throbbing bud with unbearable precision, before sliding up and down the length of her hairy slit and plunging like a squirming serpent inside the thickened lips of her pussy. Her musky aroma must have been intoxicating; Callum lapped greedily at her juices, which she produced faster than he could ingest them. Joanna fingerered her breasts, moaning, enjoying the view as Callum's dark head bobbed between her legs. Reaching forward, she fondled his swinging cock, explored his balls and the smooth area between scrotum and anus; pressed it firmly, made him groan. Pre-cum dripped from the slit of his cockhead. Joanna wanted to taste it, but first she allowed her orgasm to burst over her like a firework, shaking her from head to toe with violent spasms. Lights flashed behind her eyelids and she let forth a screech. Callum must have wondered what he'd done, for, apart from his curious experimentations with pornography, he'd never seen a woman come before. He lifted his head and watched intently as Joanna's contracting pussy spewed more fluid, then he eagerly put his tongue to her damp thighs and lapped it up. Joanna took a moment to recover before deciding she wanted this young man's cock inside her again. But it wasn't her pussy that needed filling this time. She crawled off the couch and ended up on the hearth rug, on hands and knees, pointing her ample bottom directly at Callum. "Fuck me in the arse!" she panted urgently. "Quick!" Callum hestitated. He seemed transfixed by the sight of Joanna's tight, twitching anal opening. "I won't fit in there," he said, doubtfully, as if gauging the immense size of his cockhead against the small, tight hole. "Why don't you do as you're told?" Joanna scooped up some of her pussy juices and lubricated herself. Callum thought better of disobeying the woman, and crawled over to her. His hands roamed her large behind and Joanna suddenly felt the thickened dome of his cockhead pressing her arsehole. "Go on, that's it!" she urged. "All the way in - oh!" Joanna grunted as the thick shaft pushed and pushed, before suddenly popping through her juice-slicked hole and sliding right up inside her. The sensation of fullness in her back passage was incredible, and she strained against him, moaning. A little unsure, Callum began to thrust. Then, realising how enjoyably tight and dirty it felt to be fucking that way, he really got into it, pummelling his hips against Joanna's buttocks in a frantic rhythm. Touching her clit, Joanna soon felt another orgasm build. Callum speeded up and the sensations overwhelmed her. Crying out, she bucked against his thrusts, and the excited teenager emptied his load into her rectum, with a grunt of pleasure. Joanna slumped on the hearth rug; her anus and pussy were on fire, and there was so much juice around, someone was in danger of drowning. But she wasn't finished yet. She knew she had to make the most of Callum while he still had some spunk left in him. And, judging by the stiffened state of his cock, he was still up for it too. Kneeling on the rug, Joanna bade him to stand in front of her. This gave her a luscious view of his lean frame, tight buttocks and swollen prick. Joanna eyed him greedily for a moment, then she put her mouth to the boy's erection. Closing her lips over his huge knob, she swallowed him into her throat. Callum was transported to a completely new plane of ecstacy now. Joanna's lips clamped over his cock, her hand stroking his neat arse; he bucked his hips and thrust into the warm, moist cavity of her mouth, sighing with pleasure. Joanna loved the taste of cock more than anything, and she put everything into mouth-fucking Callum. So much so, that it wasn't long before she felt him swell even more, building himself up to another climax. It looked set to be a belter this time. "Mmm," she moaned, her mouth deliciously full. "Mmm!" This set Callum off and once he started, there was no stopping him. He pulled out of Joanna's mouth, and his cock spewed load after load of hot cum over her breasts and face. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, the lounge door flew open. "Darling, we're home! Your father's just locking - the - garage..." Ellen stopped in her tracks at the sight that met her eyes - her best friend of twenty years being soaked with cum produced by her teenage son after, presumably, having had his cock in her mouth just a second before. Ellen was, for once, speechless. She stood as if transfixed to the spot, just watching. Joanna was aware that her friend had entered the room, but that just added to the thrill. She wallowed in the sticky jets of cum that Callum had shot out over her body, wiping them off with her fingers, then sliding the coated digits into her mouth. "Yummy!" she said, gazing directly and unashamedly at Ellen. Callum, seeing his mother, shot to his feet, a look of horror on his face. His erection had half-subsided now, but he couldn't hide the fact that he still had a semi-stiff dick that was dripping semen and saliva onto the expensive floor rug. Ellen stared at it. "I think you should go," she told her son eventually. "Go to your room. I'll be sending your father up to have a word with you." Callum nodded. He grabbed his clothes and dashed for the door. Joanna watched him go, licking her lips. "God, he's good!" she said, unable to help herself. Ellen looked red-faced. "How could you?" she muttered, her lips pursing. "How could you?" "How could I what? Fuck your son, you mean?" Joanna's friend began to shake. "Get out of here. I don't know what to say to you." "Good," Joanna said. "I'm glad you're angry at me. Now you know how it feels to be humiliated. Is George there? Maybe he'd like a turn?" Ellen made a noise like a strangled cat. Joanna grinned and reached for her clothes before heading for the door. She could get dressed behind the hedge; maybe the night air would cool her off a bit. But she couldn't resist one last dig. Passing Ellen at the doorway, she turned to the furious woman and smiled sympathetically at her. The Sweetest Revenge We both apologized for our indescretions over and over, truly meaning every word. Scott now stays home every night with me. Every now and then we have Amber over for a visit. Only now, instead of being just Scott's lover, she loves us both.