This is Story # 42 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey.
If you want any background on me and how I got here, you can read the very first story I published (Babysitter Lauren) or my author's profile. You may also see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
Not everyone likes me or my stories. That's OK. My writing style, and my sexual style, isn't everyone's cup of tea.
I enjoy all comments.
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Liz --
My very first "girlfriend" was Elizabeth, or Liz for short. We walked to school together every day.
Liz was stolen from me by another kid named Terry. I swore Terry as my arch enemy from that day forward.
I was six.
Of course all was forgotten in a week, although I never became friendly with Terry, and Liz and I kept our distance mostly as well, talking only on rare occasions when Terry wasn't around, but having some laughs when we did.
Liz and Terry actually maintained an and off relationship all throughout high school. They went off to separate colleges, and whenever we were home on break, they'd hook up, but when they were apart, they were both hooking up with other people. This was before social media so this was all based on the rumor mill, but it was pretty accurate and well known.
After college and grad school, I moved back to the area with my then-wife, and continued my life and career. Liz and Terry did too. None of us lived in our actual hometown, but we were all in the general area. They ended up getting married, and I'd see them around on occasion, maybe once or twice a year. At our local minor league baseball or hockey team games, at one of our old high school football games, that kind of thing. Again, we were friendly when we saw each other, a slight nod of the head etc., though not friends. And Terry and I still kept our distance.
Prior to the events of this story, it had been about three years since I had seen either Liz or Terry. The last time I had seen either of them, it was Liz by herself.
At that time, she looked really good. Liz was always on the shorter, stockier side, not fat by any means, not even what you'd call chubby. But she wasn't thin either. Maybe slightly thick would be the best description, and she had added a few pounds over the years.
But she carried it well, great softball sized tits and a round ass, slightly bigger than most but by no means too big. A great body for sex actually. Not beautiful, but sexy and her body had held up well over the years. They had no kids.
She knew about my divorce and asked if she should put word out to her single friends. I thanked her but said that I was not really looking for a relationship at that time. Our conversations were very friendly and easy when Terry wasn't around.
Then three years later, out of the blue I received an email message from Liz. We didn't have cell numbers and were not connected on social media, so she emailed me at work asking if we could meet. I agreed, curious, and we set up a meeting later that week.
We met for lunch at a quiet out of the way place, her choice. She wanted to have a private conversation she said. We asked for a table near the back and we were out of earshot of everyone.
After some pleasantries, I asked her, "Ok, what's this all about? Why the secrecy?"
With a stutter and just a slight a sob, Liz said to me, "Terry cheated on me."
"Oh no," I said. "I'm sorry, are you sure?"
"Oh I'm fucking sure! I saw it on video."
She pulled out her cell phone and showed me a video clearly showing Terry nailing some chubby chick. It was obviously taken by someone else.
"Where did you get that?" I asked. "Could it be fake or a set up?"
"No way. This is only a small piece of the whole video. I showed it to him and he admitted it. A friend of the fat bitch that he's fucking took it and sent it to me. She's hot for the fat bitch's husband and wants to break them up."
I left alone the idea that she probably should've sent it to the fat bitch's husband instead. Not everyone is real smart.
Liz continued, "I'll be honest, our marriage has become more of a business relationship than a real marriage over the years. We rarely have sex anymore, but I didn't think he would cheat on me. Still, it stung a little, and I'm pissed as hell."
"I'm sorry," I said again. "A terrible feeling to be betrayed like that. I wish there was something I could do or say."
She replied. "There is. You see, Terry and I have a prenup. As you know he comes from a very wealthy family. He never wanted me to work, just stay home and take care of my body and the house. But I'm no dummy, I wanted protection. So, our prenup says that I get 80% of everything if he cheats. I'm sure he's got some money hidden somewhere."
A light bulb went on. She wanted to hire me to review their accounts and make sure everything was accounted for, so this made sense. Who knows what he could have hidden off shore or in shell corporations. All this was my specialty, although on a much larger scale usually.
"Liz," I said. "Say no more. I'm happy to help. I won't even charge you. Always happy to help a friend."
She looked confused for a second, then said with a smile, "Not charge me? I would hope you wouldn't charge me for this!"
Now I was confused.
"I'm sorry Liz. What exactly do you want from me."
"Terry and I talked. I'm pissed off course and threatened to enforce the agreement, and he's terrified that I will. But, I don't really want that. We have a nice life and I don't want to disrupt that."
"So," she continued, "we agreed that I will take a lover, one night only, for a revenge fuck, and it will be recorded. And he will have to watch it. But after we agreed on this, I couldn't think of anyone that I'd want to be with that wasn't married. Then I remembered our conversation from a couple years ago. I asked around and no one seemed to think you were committed, so I thought I'd reach out. I mean, we do have unfinished business, right?"
I laughed at the memory, and realized I was still pissed at Terry (and to some degree Liz too) for stealing my first girlfriend. I'm a bit of a grudge-holder; if you cross me once, I carry that around until payback is taken. It was amazing that payback fell right into my lap, tenfold. Hell, a thousand-fold!!
"I'm flattered that I made your list Liz," I replied. "I don't think I've ever been asked to be a revenge fuck before. First time for everything I guess."
"Well, I don't want to assume that you'd be interested. I mean maybe you're seeing someone, or maybe you're not attracted to me, or maybe you'd have some moral reason not to do it."
Now, if you've read any of my other stories, you know that I've sent my share of dick pics, had virtual sex on FaceTime or Zoom, and made a video here and there. But I had never shown my face. For personal and professional reasons, I wouldn't want that to get out. And I didn't want that to change.
"Liz," I said. "I've always been attracted to you, and that holds true today. I'd love to have you in my bed, even if just for a night. And yeah, if you want to record it, that's fine, so long as my face isn't shown. I've seen on the market really small wearable cameras, GoPro's, that kind of thing. I can get one of those and wear it so everything will be from my eyes' point of view."
Liz reached into her purse and pulled out a small camera attached to a head band-looking thing.
"One step ahead of you," she said with a laugh.
"One condition though Liz," I followed up. "I call the shots. I like sex my way, on my terms, and I don't like to be told 'no.' Do you understand?"
With a nervous, curious smile, she answered, "My body is yours for one evening, to do as you please, as long as I get it on video."
Liz and I discussed some logistics, wanting to make sure we would have uninterrupted alone time for our little sex video. We settled on a date a about a month out, and I made her swear she wouldn't have sex until then. She laughed and said it's been over a year anyway, so I shouldn't worry about that.
I gave her some other instructions, clothes to wear and things to bring with her. She was curious to say the least.
We parted with a hug and a brief kiss on the lips. She handed me the camera and started to leave. Then turned back toward me and stood on her tip toes.
"I'm really looking forward to this." she whispered in my ear. "Not just as payback. I've always wondered what you're like in bed."
She was about to find out!
I responded, "Be careful what you wish for."
Liz was at my house at the appointed day and time. I welcomed her into my living room, and she complimented my taste in furnishings and artwork. I did, however, take down any pictures or anything that would help anyone viewing the tape identify me. Same with my bedroom. No personal photos or anything that would point to me.
We sat on the couch and had a drink.
I asked, "Does Terry know this is happening tonight?"
"No," she answered. "That was part of the deal. He didn't want to know. He thinks I went out with a girlfriend tonight. He's not expecting me home until about midnight. I'll show him the video when I get home."
"Tell me about your sex life," I probed. "Do you guys, or did you guys, have wild sex?"
"Not really,' she answered. "Pretty basic stuff. Real hot and heavy in the beginning of course, but nothing like super kinky or anything. No feathers or midgets or three-ways of any kind," she joked. " just standard boring sex probably a couple times a week in the beginning, then maybe once a month after that. But lately, nothing."
"Who called the shots?" I asked. "Was he always asking for sex and you denied him?"
"Pretty much. The last few years he was basically begging for sex, especially blowjobs. Pretty pathetic actually."
I nodded in agreement.
It was so obvious why Terry had cheated on Liz: He wasn't getting any sex. But I'm sure it wasn't because she didn't want it, rather it was because he was going about it the wrong way.
There is nothing weaker in a woman's eyes than a man that asks or begs for what he wants. Women like a man that takes what he wants; that shows strength.
