Payback is a Bitch - Sex Stories

Payback is a Bitch

... phone, its screen aglow telling me that I had a message. I picked it up and opened the message. It was from Laura. 'Hi honey. Having a great time. Girls are mad. At The Office (nightclub) and actually met one of my old boyfriends. He's back visiting too! Lol’ 'Tidy!' I responded. What was I supposed to say to such an inane text? 'So long as you're all having a good time.' Still half asleep I thought about her text and responded again. 'Well I hope he can see now what he's missing!' As the message winged its way to her I pictured the club she was in as I'd been there myself. I thought also about the guy she’d mentioned. I'd known of him since we'd been together. They'd gone out when they were in their comp (high school) athletics team. She was the sprint champion he did the 400. Laura always spoke of him with affection. I could picture him because he went on to play professional rugby and had ended up playing near us in Wales, so his mug was always on the TV. I recalled a good looking man with powerful build. My saving grace was that he had only got there through the use of steroids. That and the fact that he was a good bit shorter than me, which gave him short man syndrome. Not much to go on, but it kept me happy. My phone buzzed. 'Do you think I should show him?!' ‘Show him what?’ I thought before replying; 'Why, can't he see how stunning you are?' 'Not yet no lol,’ came a rather swift response. Lol? Bleedin' lol! Sometimes I hated text speak. ‘What are you going to show ...

... him? Let's be outrageous and push the point then!’ I thought. 'Perhaps you need to show him your hotel shots then! lol' I replied Another swift response. 'I might. He's been touching me up on the dance floor!' ‘Cheeky fucker!’ I thought. ‘You had your chance mate.’ Something stirred within me and it wasn't anger. I felt my heart beating in my chest and my arms felt weak, almost like I'd just finished a weights session. This was arousal! I felt turned on by the situation that I found myself in. My wife was too far away for me to do anything about anything and she was flirting with a former beau. I thought for a minute then texted her back. ‘Well if you haven't slapped his face you probably should be!’ My stomach churned as I hit send. I stewed for five minutes when I didn't get a response, but realised either her phone was back in her bag or she was on the dance floor again. I sat and waited. After five minutes with no response I went and poured myself a coke from the fridge, in an attempt to both quench my thirst and wake me up some. I went back to my chair, caught the end of Arnie and started flicking through the channels. A buzz from the coffee table and Laura’s name shone out at me. The message came immediately, but the attachment was a potch trying to open. ‘What to do?’ she’d written, ‘Went to the loo and discovered this …’ I struggled to open the attachment – a picture. Despite my best attempts I couldn’t get Laura to upgrade her phone and she insisted on a basic model ...