Simon and I have been friends since the 1980s, over a drink in 2006 he became quite animated and told me the story which you are now about to read. Simon is not a writer, so I wrote the following as a first person account. I insisted he read it and let me know anything of substance which I had got wrong. After a couple of small changes, this is then the true account of events.........
I had been friends with Colin and Fiona for five years, since Colin joined our firm and we worked closely together. Then, last year, Colin moved on to another firm, but we still kept in touch even though they moved away.
Last week, Colin phoned and asked if I had seen the new Bond film, which I hadn’t, and suggested we make a night of it since they had the film on Sky and they would provide dinner afterwards.
I agreed – Friday night – and I drove to theirs, a trip of about two hours.
When I arrived, Fiona greeted me at the door in a figure hugging summer dress, off the shoulder, and she looked lovely. Fiona is 37, size 12, nice boobs, with a sexy round bum. Her dark hair was short, much shorter than when I had last seen her, and she said it was too hot for long hair.
In I went, as Fiona apologised and said Colin had got a call from the office, there as some sort of problem and he had to go in. I expressed my disappointment, and wondered what to do now.
Fiona got me a glass of wine, and said “Dinner will be ready in an hour, so if Colin is not back, we start without him”.
We sat in the lounge, both sipping cool white wine, and chatted about this and that, catching up on what they had been doing, where they were going on holiday (Crete), and so on.
The wine glasses emptied quite quickly and Fiona poured us both another glass.
“If I am having any more, then I won’t be able to drive home.” I mentioned.
“Oh, don’t worry, Simon, you can sleep in the spare room, it’s all ready for you.” Fiona smiled and supped.
More chat, and the second glasses of wine were drunk.
Fiona’s mobile rang, she answered it and it became obvious that it was Colin, and that he was stuck in the office sorting out some disaster, and wouldn’t be home for hours.
While Fiona was chatting, I helped myself to another glass – it was very good stuff – and filled Fiona’s glass for her.
“Sorry, Simon, he’s not going to join us for dinner. Never mind.” And she gulped some wine. “Just off to see to dinner, won’t be long.” I watched her as she walked to the kitchen, admiring her long legs in that quite short dress.
“Anything I can do to help?” I offered. “How about opening another bottle for me?” Came her reply.
I went to the kitchen, and opened the huge fridge – looking for the wine. “Oh, it’s not in there, we have a wine fridge in the utility room just through there.” She was pointing to a door to her left.
I found the wine, and asked for an opener. Fiona brushed past me – her hands, on my bum, to open a drawer, and handed me the opener. I am not sure if it was me, or whether she had deliberately touched me to get to the drawer.
Soon, dinner was served, fish and salad, it was lovely – she always was a good cook.
Over dinner, Fiona told me about her job at a booksellers, and I tried to sound interested and engage in conversation, but was distracted by her sitting across the dinner table showing me lots of cleavage – her skin was pale, and smooth. My trouser friend, was awake, and I adjusted my position to be more comfortable.
Fiona may have noticed, as she then turned the conversation to my love life (or lack of it). “How come you haven’t got a girlfriend then?” She eyes smiled at me. “I can tell that your not gay, you’ve got a hard on, so I presume you are enjoying my cleavage.”
The glasses of wine were obviously having an affect on her, she was normally very conservative and strait laced.
I mumbled some excuses that I was happy on my own, and hadn’t felt the need to find a girlfriend.
We had dessert and had consumed most of the second bottle of wine by the end of the meal, although Fiona had drunk more than I had.
We adjourned to the lounge once more, this time Fiona sat next to me on the sofa.
No sooner had we sat down than Fiona’s hand moved to my knee, and glided up my trouser leg, to my crotch, where my erection was still full on. I don’t know why, but I just sat there, watching her hand, as she adroitly unzipped my flies, put her hand inside and found her way over the top of my boxers. Before I knew I, my cock was out, and she had her long fingers around it.
“Mmmmm. Such a shame this lovely weapon isn’t being used to pleasure a lady.” She whispered softly and I felt her tongue wriggle around my ear.
I am not huge in the cock department, but I suppose I am generously endowed – quite thick and a good eight inches. Fiona certainly seemed impressed, “My, that’s a gorgeous cock you have Simon; bigger than Colin’s.” With this, she bent her head down into my lap and licked my bell end – I couldn’t help but respond, pushing myself up to her face, placing my hand on the back of her head. She took a couple of inches into her mouth.
Guilt overcame me momentarily “Fiona, are you sure you want to do this? What about Colin?”
“Colin won’t be home for hours, and he has wanted me to do this, he keeps teasing me when we fuck, that he wants to see me fuck you.” She resumed her sucking, while I pushed my boxers and trousers to the floor.
My right hand – which was on the back of her head, moved down her back, found the zip, and gently pulled. The zip pulled down to her waist, and the top of her dress fell forward off her tits, which I somehow managed to grasp and slowly kneed in my hand.
“No bra then?” She managed to mutter back “No knickers either” with her mouth full of my stiff member.
Then, suddenly Fiona stood up, her dress falling to the floor, and I was looking at a gorgeous female form, only wearing hold up stockings and high heeled shoes. Her generous tits was full and round, but firm not saggy, and her nipples were large and very erect. My eyes were then drawn to her thighs, and I immediately saw that her pussy was completely smooth – not a hair in sight.
She took my hand, pulling me up from the sofa. “Let’s get more comfortable upstairs.” She led the way, and I gazed at the peach which was her bum, swinging from side to side, as she slowly climbed the stairs, dressed only in stockings and high heels.
Fiona led me to the master bedroom, and turned on all the lights. I was taken aback when I saw a tripod mounted small camera set up pointing at the king sized bed.
“What’s the camera for?” I asked (stupid really, what did I think it was for).
“I want to record our performance for Colin, since he cannot be here, he would never forgive me if I didn’t”. Fiona said this as she turned on the camera, and then sprawled across the bed, on her back, her legs wide open, her smooth cunt glistening at me invitingly.
“Come here Simon, eat my cunt.” She ordered.
I complied – tasting her juices, pulling the fleshy flaps of her labia lips with my teeth, prodding her slit with my tongue. Fiona wriggled on the bed, with soft ooohs and aaahs.
I ate her for ten minutes, but then wanted some pleasure of my own. I pulled myself up the bed and lay beside her, and gently pulled her head down towards my cock - now hard and wanting some attention. Fiona rested on her elbow, and used her right hand to hold my erection by the base, pointing my helmet at her mouth. She opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head on to me.
Two inches, three, four were now inside her mouth, her tongue dancing around my hard flesh. I lay there watching the back of her head, feeling her wet warmth. Heaven.
She sucked me, and soon she managed to get most of my length into her mouth without gagging. I concentrated on not letting my friend get too excited, I had plans for him, and didn’t want him exploding too soon.
Laying as we were, with Fiona feasting on my cock may have been heaven, but it was also frustrating, as I couldn’t find a way of reaching her pussy because of the way she was lying, and could only cup her left breast in my hand. Mind you, her left breast was gorgeous, firm but soft, full and nicely sized, a handful to remember, with her stiff nipple poking between my fingers, I squeezed my fingers together pinching it, and she moaned.
I tapped my hand on her bum, indicating I wanted her to mount me. Fiona raised her head, her mouth open, her eyes flashing, and she climbed on to me, pressing her lips on mine forcing her tongue into my mouth. I felt the softness of her bosoms come to rest on my chest, she wriggled her arse, using this to re-position my cock at her cunt entrance. It worked, and she pushed, and I was in, thrusting up her tunnel. She was tight, and I remember thinking I suppose it’s because she hadn’t had any kids, and maybe Colin wasn’t as big, and so on. Whatever. My focus returned to enjoying the fact that her cunt was wrapped closely around my cock, and she knew how to tighten her pussy using her muscles. We were locked together, mouths and cock-cunt.
We fucked – slowly, then vigorously, gently then hard, my cock and my tongue pushing into her body, then she pushed her tongue into my mouth – and finally she shook, that moment when she lost control and let herself come.
Fiona collapsed, resting her head on my shoulder, my hands stroking her bum cheeks.
“Mmmmm - thank you Simon – that was awesome!”.
We lay there for a minute or so, I wanted to fuck her and cum inside that tight cunt, but then Fiona whispered in my ear – “Do me doggy.”
We untangled ourselves, Fiona then took up the classic doggy position, pointing her bum towards me. I kneeled on the bed and moved up, took my cock and placed it at her entrance, then Wham – all the way in, my balls hard up against her. “Ooohhhh”. Was all she could say.
Fiona’s pussy, while nice and tight, was also very wet and slippery, and my cock was well oiled with her juices. I looked at my cock friend as he went about his business, and then my eyes alighted on Fiona’s arsehole. I ran my fingers around my cock, coating them with her juice, then prodded a finger into her bumhole.
“Ohhhhh! God, yes, please Simon, fuck my arse!”
I pushed my finger further, then added another, and finally the tip of a third finger.
“PLEASE SIMON – PUT YOUR COCK IN MY ARSE!”
“Oh, alright, if you insist.” I withdrew from her cunt, and pointed my weapon at her hole. Slowly, I pushed. Moans from Fiona, I pushed a little further, my bell end was now past her sphincter, more moans, and then I had reached the point of no return, and thrust all the way. ”GOD!” She squealed. “THAT HURTS!”
I kept her pulled tight on to me, allowing her no relief, if she wanted me to fuck her arse then that is what she was going to get. Fiona wriggled – trying to free herself of my cock – I relented and eased back, but not all the way.
“Oof! Gosh, please be gentle.”
I eased myself in a little, then back, lubricating her with her own juices. Gradually, I eased in a bit more each time, and she moaned. I could suddenly feel her fingers beneath my balls, she was sliding them along her pussy and then to her clit, frigging it as I continued my fucking of her arse.
Fiona was now getting used to it, she relaxed a little and began to rock back and forth in rhythm with my fucking.
She came, frantically frigging herself and shuddering.
“Enough.” She said. I let her go and we both collapsed back on to the bed.
“Fiona, I need to cum, where do you want it?”
“In my mouth.” With that she took my cock pressing her lips over the helmet, and sliding down the length, she seems to be able to take most of me now.
She used her tongue, and pushed her mouth up and down my length. “Tell me when you’re coming.” She spluttered before going back down on me.
It wasn’t long, “OK, here it comes!” Fiona eased my cock out of her mouth, and opened wide to take my spurts on to her tongue. I shot my load right on target, she flinched, but kept her mouth there and took all my spunk jets.
Once done, she looked at the camera, her mouth wide open, showing that she had all my spunk, before swallowing and then showing the camera again her empty mouth.
“Well thank you Simon. That will teach Colin a lesson.” Fiona had a beaming smile on her face (plus a couple of dribbles of my cum).
“What do you mean?” I had drunk too much wine to be quickly on the ball.
“I am sorry, but I have misled you a little. It’s true that Colin has mentioned you fucking me while we have sex, but not for a while.” I was not yet understanding what she was getting at.
“The real reason I have fucked you tonight, is because Colin has been playing away, and I found out – lots of little signals, including losing interest in fucking me, and no longer fantasising about me with another man - mostly it was you, but occasionally another friend. The clincher was when I found a pair of knickers in his suit pocket, used knickers and not mine.” Fiona clearly thought this was sufficient explanation.
“So, the only reason you let me fuck you is to get even with Colin? You mean he really is at work and it wasn’t a set up?”
“Right in one.” Fiona then added. “He got called out a couple of hours or more before you arrived, and asked me to let you know and cancel the dinner. I immediately saw the opportunity to teach that bastard a lesson. Of course, I deliberately didn’t phone you, but told him I had tried and couldn’t get through, so it was too late to cancel. Before you arrived I set up the digital camera ready in the bedroom. However, I must say I have enjoyed having sex with you, aside from the revenge element. Do you realise you have just taken my arse cherry, and christened my mouth – I’ve never done that for Colin.” My face must have been a picture, because Fiona burst into a laugh.
Now my mind was racing, I had betrayed my friend with his lovely wife what would he say, what would he do? I considered leaving and driving home, but too much wine meant that this was not an option.
Fiona saw that I was conflicted, and said “Don’t worry Simon, he deserves this, and it will turn him on to see me fuck you on the video. Let’s go and have a shower.” She padded to the en-suite, and turned on the shower. “Come on, we could both use a freshen up.” She got in the generous shower, and held the door open for me.
What the hell, it wouldn’t make things worse, and so I joined her and we soaped each other, enjoying the refreshing spray. Fiona rinsed me off, and paid particular attention to my cock, now semi-hard again. She turned off the water.
I realised that all the wine we had drunk meant I needed to pee. “Sorry, Fiona, but I need a pee.” I made to get out of the shower. “No need Simon, pee in here, let me hold your cock while you piss.” I was now desperate to empty my bladder, and so relaxed and let my stream flow. To my amazement, Fiona, quickly knelt down, my cock in her hand, and directed my stream over her tits.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, nice and warm and powerful.” With that, she bent her head to my spurting cock, opened her mouth, and before I knew it, I was pissing in her mouth. Now I have never been into watersports, and this was a totally new experience for me.
“Have you done this before?” I asked.
My stream had now finished, and she licked her lips, and sucked my cock clean. “Never, but I want to be a total slut for you. I am feeling so uninhibited.”
I turned the water back on and we rinsed off again, Fiona playing with my new erection, while I fingered her cunt, she was wet and juicy, but not from the shower.
We dried off. “You go to the spare bedroom, I have a couple of things to do, and I will join you in a couple of minutes.” Fiona was now taking control.
I collected my pile of cloths and sought out the spare room, double bed all nicely made, so I got under the quilt and lay there thinking over what had happened. I could hear Fiona moving about, she was humming to herself, and was obviously excited and happy.
A few minutes passed, then she appeared, still naked, shut the bedroom door, turned off the light and climbed in beside me.
“What now?” I asked, feeling her hand around my member.
“You’re going to fuck me again.” She giggled.
“What about Colin?”
“When he comes in, he’ll see the note I just wrote for him. Telling him I know of his cheating, and that I have fucked you, and he is to go and watch the video. I also said we are sleeping together in the spare room, and he is not to come in here.”
So, revenge for Fiona was very sweet.
