Payback is a Bitch - Sex Stories

Payback is a Bitch

... fact that I’d done something and though I’d never admitted to anything, she’d pressed on various occasions over those years to get me to admit more. That I didn’t it would seem was one short of the last straw and whilst we didn’t split I could see where the brother/sister type relationship that people talked about came from. We’d rebuilt what we could and although we continued the physical side of the relationship my infidelity and betrayal as such, had left just that little something missing. Since then I’d felt that sex was about satisfying her needs never mine or ‘ours’. When an opportunity like this came up for Laura to visit her family on her own, we took it as her needing a break and so she travelled alone. We called and texted throughout the week, but there was nothing remotely entertaining or exciting. That was until the Friday when she called to tell me that she and her sister Jenny were going into Truro on Saturday for a girly night out with a crowd of Jenny's friends. Although it was only thirty miles away (what isn't in Cornwall?) they were going to be staying over at a small hotel in the city. Fair do's I thought and told her so. I'd had enough boys' weekends away in my time, including one in Truro for an ‘exiled’ mate. I told her to go and enjoy herself. “Who knows,’ she said, ‘I may even find my fantasy man!” A flutter of butterflies went down through my belly and exited my loins. “Oh yeah!” I replied slightly taken aback, but quickly regaining my senses. “You ...

... go for it babe,” I said, playing along, but not believing for a minute that she had any intention of doing any such thing. This had Jenny written all over it and fair do's, Jen knew some ways of spicing a situation up. Several times in the past Laura had told me things that Jen had got up to and each time I thought why couldn't you be more like that? 'Yeah, you do it babe,' I thought to myself, 'knock yourself out. I'll play along' ******************************** Saturday came and I lounged in bed a while. I contemplated a wank at the thought of Laura fucking or being fucked by some other guy, but it wasn't happening. The thought of it aroused me, but at the same time it turned me somewhat. I got up and went for a walk along the coast to empty my head instead. At twelve I got a text to tell me that they were off to catch the coach, followed by another a while later to tell me they'd cracked the first bottle of wine on the bus. I smiled. I'd arrived at more than a few places too pissed to remember where I was going! I received further updates where I was informed that their drinking was moderate (long night ahead) and then a few picture texts; the hotel room, Laura smiling holding a bottle of lager, Jen smiling holding a bottle of vodka. I smiled ironically. 'Yeah way to go girls, you mix your drinks.' I put my phone down and went to make a snack. Half hour later my phone buzzed. A multimedia message from Jen. It was a video of Laura; back to the camera bending over looking ...