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"Luke is going to be kicked out of their church!" Trish yelled at me as I walked in the door after work.
"Damn, honey. You know how to greet a guy. What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"Luke cheated on Debs. They'll kick him out!"
"Whoa! Let's take a few minutes to get a drink. Scotch for me; red or white for you?" I asked.
"Red - the Port. I need it for this! Church is so important to them. It will crush them emotionally." Trish declared.
I quickly poured the drinks and sat down at the table with Trish.
"Okay. Tell me what happened."
Trish took a couple of sips of wine and began explaining. Apparently, Luke had hooked up with a co-worker. Afterwards, he was so guilt-ridden over it that he confessed to Debs right away. They are members of a fundamentalist religion that requires each member to report their own sins, and when he admits to the church elders what he did, they will either put his membership on probation or remove it outright.
"What is Debs planning to do?" I asked.
"She has no idea. She's just in shock. She's trying to work through it mentally." Trish responded.
"What should she do?" I asked.
"Kick him in the nuts, take everything he has in child support and alimony, and toss him aside" Trish replied.
"Or..." I said.
"Or...Oh! You deviant! You pervert! HA! HA! HA! I wonder if Debs even knows what a revenge fuck is. How would we set that up?"
I responded, "Ask her to lunch tomorrow. Take her to our favorite oriental place. She may be 100% Italian, but she loves oriental, remember? Talk about what she's thinking. Cover the bases - forgive and forget, burn the bastard with divorce, or something in between. That's when you mention a revenge fuck. Be sure to talk about it the most. Tell her you've seen the looks we've had for each other, and you know there is a spark there. If by chance she wanted a revenge fuck, I would be willing to help. That should also open the door to talk of open relationships in general and ours specifically."
"Great idea, honey! You've thought about this before, huh?"
"I admit I have. It's been a fantasy. Debs has a sweet body and great personality. I never thought this opportunity might occur."
"I'll take care of it then. I'll let you know what happens when you are home from work tomorrow."
*****
"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted as I walked in the door.
"So am I, and I have news for you!" Trish responded with a laugh.
"Here's your scotch, baby. Settle in while I tell you what happened today at lunch! Long story short, Debs had no idea what a revenge fuck was, but she was all in once she learned. She and Luke had talked a little bit, and she told him to not say anything to anyone at church until they talked more about his affair. Debs made him promise to keep his mouth shut. She told him she needed time alone and he was to watch their kids on Friday night. The two of you will meet for dinner and fun. I've made reservations at a restaurant and hotel for you. Debs will meet you at the restaurant."
I was pleasantly surprised. "You have this all worked out, don't you?" I laughed.
"Just for you, my dear", Trish responded.
*****
Friday evening came, and I drove to the restaurant across town to meet Debs. As I waited for her in the parking lot, I saw her pull in a couple of minutes later. She had a big smile on her face when she walked over to me. I grinned and asked, "Are you ready for this?"
She laughed, hugged me, kissed me, gave me a little pat on my ass and said, "Oh hell yes! I am so ready for this. We've made eyes at one another since we met. We wouldn't be disloyal to our mates, but we both liked what we saw. After Luke's escapade and Trish's offer of you for a revenge fuck - well, I'm all in!"
"Super! Let's have a light dinner and then head next door to the hotel for a couple hours of fun. I promise to get you home at a decent hour."
Debs laughed and said, "Okay!"
We had salads and split an appetizer while chatting. Debs asked about Trish's and my relationship. I responded that we have had an open relationship for a while. We enjoy it, but it takes a lot of work. We absolutely must keep our relationships with others on a "sex-only for sex" level. The others can never be more than close friends. It really is hard work. Between that and holding the jealously factor down to something manageable, we have all we can handle. I told her we could talk more about it later, but not to get into a heavy convo now. She agreed. We finished dinner and left to go next door for our evening together.
It was a short walk. Debs took my arm as I offered it, and we walked the short distance to the lobby of the hotel. Trish had made the reservations for Mr. and Mrs. She's thoughtful about those things, and it makes times go more smoothly. I also knew that if this had not worked out with Debs, then Trish would have been coming in with me for this evening of sexy fun and enjoyment.
The room was in Trish's favorite room location in any hotel - top floor, last room at the end of the hall. Less traffic happens there, even with the stairs nearby. I opened the door and Debs walked in before me. Ladies first - always! It was a nicely made-up room with one king size bed, a small bar, and sliding doors leading to a balcony outside at the back of the hotel. Trish had hotel service set out champagne in a bowl of ice. I asked Debs if she would like a glass. She accepted a "short glass", saying that she wanted to be fully aware of what she was doing and what was being done to her. "Let's save the rest for after," she said. I poured two short glasses, and we talked as we sipped, enjoying one another's company.
As we finished off the small glasses of champagne I said, "Well then, let's be naughty! Debs, for so long I have admired your tits. I've wanted them. I've wanted to touch, lick, suck them. Show them to me."
She was suddenly shy, exhibiting first time hesitance. "You...you want to see my breasts?"
"No, I want to see your tits. Now ask me again, and use the right word this time," I responded.
"You want to see my ti... um, my little tits?" She responded shyly as if she had not used the word very much. It all made sense somehow based on her church-going traditions.
"Yes. Unbutton your blouse."
She hesitated only a moment and began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up.
"Oh, she's playing. If she was truly shy about this, she would not have thought of where to begin. She would have merely begun unbuttoning at the top," I thought to myself. "She fooled me for a moment."
As she finished unbuttoning, she turned her back to me to remove her blouse. "Now she's teasing," I thought, "but two can play this."
"Do not turn around until you have removed your bra. When you do turn around, put your hands on your hips, and tilt your hips. Then smile as if you like me." I laughed as she giggled a little.
The bra fell to the ground. Debs hesitated only a moment, took a breath, placed her hands on her hips, and turned, tilting one hip as she smiled at me. I grinned back. Then I noticed her dark brown silver dollar size areola with long nipples. These came from her Italian background without a doubt. "You like?" she asked. I stepped toward her telling her how beautiful her tits were and how they are better than I expected. I reached out. She put one hand up and said, "Not yet! You are overdressed. Get your shirt off."
How feisty this woman was! I knew we were going to have a good night. I wasted no time taking my shirt off. The moment it hit the floor Debs began removing her skirt. I began removing my pants. In short order she was in her panties, and I was in my boxers. We looked at one another, moved toward each other, and like it was a rehearsed act in a play removed each other's last piece of clothing.
We held each other, kissed deeply, and moved together toward the bed. I pushed her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I tweaked her nips, and I wasn't gentle doing it. She squeaked. I let go momentarily and opened her legs, moving between them quickly and licked her slit from bottom to top. She gasped as I returned to her clit. It was nice sized, easy to find, and easy to suck. My right hand returned to her left nipple. She was panting.
"Rick! Oh, my gawd, Rick! No one...no one has ever done that for me. Oh, my gawd! That's so good! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
She was on fire. Her lower lips were already dripping with her juices, smearing on my face, lips, and tongue. She tasted sweet.
