Masquerade - A Revenge Story - Sex Stories

Masquerade - A Revenge Story

... cat-inspired masquerade mask, I was shocked that in the four years since I'd last seen her Sharon hadn't changed a bit. She remained slim, with small breasts and hips, and I'd recognise that pointed chin anywhere. It was as if she still had that aura of wantonness that had so attracted me to her seven years ago when I was barely twenty, that very same aura that had pushed me away three years later, as I discovered she'd been constantly unfaithful the whole time we'd been supposedly dating.

She laughed when I'd told her it was over, shrugging as she informed me she'd mentally ended the relationship a year before, she'd just kept it going because of the attention I gave her, and when I wasn't able to do that, why shouldn't she get it elsewhere? Anyway, she'd decided that, sometime in the future she was going to want a family and I, without a shadow of a doubt, wasn't 'Daddy' material. She wanted someone who would command her, make her beg, but also support her and any children she might have, and I was just... fine. I was nice, I just wasn't what she wanted, and she hadn't been bothered to tell me.

To say I was hurt by this was an understatement. Physically I knew I was 'fine', nothing awful but hardly exciting, as I was six foot tall and fairly slim and not much of a 'hands-on' guy. I couldn't clean an engine, I didn't lift weights, I enjoyed computer games and watching basketball, you know, normal stuff that I see nothing wrong with, but her dismissal of me set a fire ...

... in my head I couldn't put out, and after that destruction of my self-worth I decided that I wasn't happy with 'fine'.

I got contact lenses and began to go the gym, something I'd never before considered doing and, over time, got pretty buff. I wasn't able to lift a car or make my pecs dance, but I started to wear more form-fitting clothing and revelled in the attention I was now getting from the ladies and even some men. Although nothing had changed for me on the inside, I was unrecognisable on the outside. So, this was the test. Would Sharon recognise me?

To test this, I walked towards where she was standing, thankfully near the bar, where I ordered a pale ale. I was now close enough for her to notice, and almost immediately I started getting some attention from her, eyeing me up and down. Standing closer to her I was able to notice a few changes, her blonde hair lighter than it had been, her stomach maybe a little saggier than before, or maybe I was just feeling vengeful, but I knew I didn't have the same attraction to her as I once did.

As I contemplated upon this change, she turned to face me, a familiar half-smile on her face.

"Hey," she spoke lightly, a put-upon accent masking her natural somerset, or 'zummerzet', twang, "I'm Sharon," she confirmed for me, "Nice to meet you. Come here often?"

I was glad my face was covered because it was taking everything I had not to laugh at her pathetic chat-up lines.

"Nice to meet you, Sharon," I spoke in a slightly ...