Payback is a Bitch - Sex Stories

Payback is a Bitch

... with camera facility. I downloaded the attachment then opened it up from my gallery. The image was close up and slightly out of focus, but given the earlier video there was no doubting the content. It was a close up of a crotch and I guessed that it was Laura’s. Black lace was parted and her puffy labia could be seen protruding through the lacy slit. My cock twitched and a thousand cold butterflies took off in my chest, playing fuck with my nervous system and making the phone twitch in my hand. A closer look showed those lips to be glistening. ‘Pussy juice! Oh your naughty bitch!’ I thought. My fingertips slid to life on my screen. ‘Very nice babe. Was that the loo in the hotel?’ I hit send . Fuck! Was she playing games with me or was she fucking about with him? She’d always said that she’d never go with another man, even to the extent of us ever divorcing. To her it was the last taboo, that last trust. Was she changing her mind? Another buzz. ‘No, that was taken ten minutes ago. After I got off the dance floor. Dirty dancing!! I forgot how big Gerry was, grinding against me’ I wasn’t getting this! Was she making this up? I went over things in my mind. The moist pussy picture. Can’t say she’d taken that a while back. Not with those knickers – and new knickers, they’re for real! What about the guy, Gerry? I knew him to be real I’d met him, but was he there? Go on then, let’s up the stakes. ‘How big tho babe? No picture of it! ’ Her response came back within a minute. ‘Give me ...

... ten, he’s just at the bar!’ She ended the message with that winking face again. It was either a good ruse or Laura was getting cocky – so to speak. I went to the fridge and grabbed the coke, then took the half bottle of Jack from the cupboard under the TV. I poured myself two fingers and topped the tumbler with coke. I may as well enjoy this. My phone lit up a quarter of an hour later. No message. Two attachments. I downloaded them and headed across my phone to the gallery to discover my latest instalments. I nearly spilt my drink on the first one; a semi erect cock hanging out of the zipper of a pair of fawn chinos. I took a sip of my drink to calm myself as I scrolled the screen to the next picture… then spluttered and snorted the mix out of my nose. Another cock! Erect this time with a woman’s fingers wrapped around it and seemingly tugging the taut skin tighter down the length of the shaft. My body was trembling. My fingers seemed to stiffen and unable to perform the simplest function on my phone, but I had to. I had to use them to zoom in on the picture – specifically on the hand, because wasn’t that? Yes it was! That was Laura’s ring! I recognised the peridot centre stone because I’d picked it out on a visit to a Hatton Garden merchant! Fuck, she wasn’t having me on! I took a controlled sip of my drink. I had to think. My mind raced and I started clutching at straws. ‘I bet that was her sister Jenny’s hand and she’d given her the ring! Nah, wouldn’t fit. Bigger hands, ...