Revenge? - Sex Stories

Revenge?

She really was freaky in bed, that much they all knew. The three of them sat silently in different parts of the vast living room, each recalling some sexy scene featuring Trish. One of them let out a breath that might have been a sigh, breaking the momentary awkward silence and throwing them all into laughter. "Let's get some tunes on," Mike suggested.

Acknowledging they were all in the same boat now that they had shared that laugh, Drew stood up and shamelessly walked to his stereo to turn it on. "Where is she anyway?" chimed in Jeremy.

"She said she was on the way, let me give her a call," Drew replied as he had just picked a song to play through the sound system and set the volume to an amicable level.

***

"Yea, I'm on the way," Trish raised her voice slightly over the sound of rushing wind.

"Cool, cuz we're all ready and eager, babe," said Drew.

"This is going to be so fucking hot! See you guys soon..."

"Alright, see ya"

She threw the phone toward the back seat. It landed with a little smack on Amanda's thigh and slid off, dropping into the back rest and seat cushion's joint. They burst out laughing while the phone was still mid-air. "I told ya'll I would get back at each of those cheating bastards!" Trish was still laughing.

"So what do you think they'll do?" asked Belinda.

"Who cares? Let's go!" Amanda cheered.

"Exactly. I ordered them pizza. The rest is up to them." Trish was getting comfortable in the passenger seat.

Checking her ...

... mirrors and changing lanes, Belinda mused, "Three exes on Viagra expecting a birthday gangbang, left with nothing but pizza and each other? Damn girl, that's a good way to prove your point."

"Mhmm," Amanda agreed.

Belinda hit the gas, lurching the old Cadillac forward and onto the expressway's on ramp.

***

Holding the insulated delivery bag in one hand, he reached for the doorbell with the other and pressed. After a moment, the door opened a crack, "Anybody order pizza?". Whoever opened the door kept it shut enough to remain hidden. Wondering what was going on, his thoughts went into overdrive. Did he have the wrong address? Is he going to have to return these? Will he get into trouble? He heard some reply from inside the house, pausing his anxiety. The door creaked open further, revealing a half-covered chest at eye level. Adjusting to look up at this person's face, the door swung open further, "Come inside, drop them on the counter." The person had turned away, trailing a black silk robe toward the island counter.

"They've already been paid for," the pizza delivery boy hesitated, overwhelmed by his surroundings - this was a nice place.

"You can set them down here," the one who answered the door said. The delivery boy's jaw snapped shut hearing this. His attention had been momentarily stolen by the porn on the big screen.

"Huh? What? Of course, yes," he stammered and looked to the counter and briefly fixated on the swinging erection draped in silk before ...