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Masquerade - A Revenge Story

... spoke between breaths, "that was, an absolute pleasure."

"Hmmmm..." she moaned, a smile on her face. "Likewise." To my complete enjoyment, as I pulled out of her, I could see Sharon staring at us, her mouth a wide O in shock.

"Harry," Leslie commanded, "clean me up please."

Eagerly, before their daughter could stop them Harry dived right in, licking the cum right out of his wife's cunt. To my pleasure, Sharon looked entirely disgusted and walked away without taking a backward glance.

Returning to the bar, I took another drink of water, and sat down with a heavy thud on the same sofa, my eyes on Leslie's face as Harry continued to clear her up. My balls were now empty for the night, and I looked around the room in happiness. Was it the best shag I'd had at the Masquerade? Possibly not, beaten by a guy having a foursome with a white, black and Asian girl, the holy trifecta, but it was bloody close. The feeling of pleasure I had in fucking my ex and her mother was priceless, especially with Sharon even watching me cum inside before Daddy ate it all up. Absolute bliss. And who knows, I grinned to myself, maybe I'd see them again at some future Masquerade.

six months later

I'd been to one or two more Masquerades since I had the pleasure to fuck both my ex and her mom, but since a horny new minx had started at work I'd barely had the energy for anything extra. She took the term 'friends with benefits' and maximised it. I mean, she'd done things to me I didn't ...

... know were possible, and I'd hardly been Mister Vanilla.

This meant, six months after the Masquerade, I'd almost forgotten about our previous encounter when I ran into Sharon. I was doing my weekly shop, more focused on whether I needed any more whipped cream and condoms when I heard a familiar voice.

"That you, Neville?"

Turning to face her, I was pleased to see that Sharon looked no different than when we broke up, albeit a bit older.

"Sharon," I answered politely, but with little interest, "nice to see you." I lied.

"Fucking hell Nev, you ain't half got buff have you?"

I was only wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which I admit was a bit tight nowadays around the arms but, as I'd got it from a gig I still wore it for the memories.

"I've been getting more cardio," I answered honestly, thinking of my work 'friend', before trying to think of an honest positive to say back. "You look like I remember."

Well, I wasn't going to lie for this bitch.

"Do I?" She seemed oddly pleased at that, "I don't feel it. I've been having to help me mum a bit more the past few months."

"Oh no, is she okay?" I meant that genuinely, even if she was a bitch, her mum had at least given me some pleasure.

Laughing, Sharon gestured behind me. "See for yourself."

Turning, I got a hell of a shock. There was Leslie, mid to late forties, walking around the supermarket and looking fat. And by that, I mean pregnant fat.

"Wow..." I uttered genuinely, "So, you're going to be a big ...