Something About Elevators - Sex Stories

Something About Elevators

... asked. “He fucked my girlfriend in college, I fucked his girlfriend in an elevator.” The feeling of being kicked in the gut was triple strength this time. “But… but that… that was a random encounter.” “Really?” he said. “Think about it Mackenzie. You and I just happen to be in an elevator that breaks down when we are alone and doesn’t come back until we are finished. I’m sure Charles enjoyed the show as well.” I felt nauseous. I was used in a sick revenge plot, and I was pissed. “Is that why you were so quick to forgive me?” I shrieked at Charles. He nodded his head. “I’m sorry Mackenzie.” My head was spinning. I wasn’t sure who I was angrier with more, Charles, Samuel, or me. I stood up, threw my drink into Samuel’s face, slapped Charles and said, “You two bastards deserve each other.” I ran out of the house, jumped into my car and took off. I spent the night in a local hotel thinking about what had occurred. Despite my rage at Charles and Samuel, it was the woman in the mirror I was most pissed off with. Had I said ‘no’ when Samuel kissed me, none of this would have happened. I chose ...

... to cheat on Charles because I assumed he was cheating on me. I returned home the next morning and it was clear Charles had about as much sleep as I did. He admitted to sharing my fantasy with Samuel some time ago, and never thought he’d use it against us until he arrived a day earlier and put Samuel’s twisted plan into motion. We spent the day talking and crying. Turns out I was wrong, Charles wasn’t cheating on me, but he also said he wasn’t going to seek out revenge either since he did set me up in the first place. Somehow, we forgave each other, but it wasn’t easy. A week after Samuel left, two-dozen long stemmed roses were delivered to my desk. One dozen came with a card was from Charles telling me how much he loved me, and the other dozen was from Samuel apologizing for the deception. That evening, an expensive bottle of pink champagne was delivered by FedEx with a note that said, “Charles, We’re even. Samuel.” From then on, we only shared our fantasies and lived them out with each other. Samuel was a lesson we both needed to learn the hard way and I never distrusted Charles again.