With great excitement, Jay and I scheduled our monthly hookup at a posh hotel in between the Northeastern towns where we lived. These mini dates were always a thrill. We were monogamous, so having to wait a month to see each other was torture at times. It felt illicit, like we were cheating. Not that I needed very much to get me excited - Jay was a handsome, fit and tall black guy with silky skin but hard muscle underneath.
About a week before the time came for our September date, I discovered a secret profile for Jay on a popular social media app. I admit, ever since I discovered that he'd fathered a kid one year into our relationship, there had been suspicion in the back of my mind, but I dismissed it as a one-time slip-up. However, he could be very secretive at times, so every once in a while, I would do a little digging. At one point, the digging yielded photos of Jay at a gathering with extended family, his arm possessively around a plain Asian woman. Her pale moon face stood out in a sea of glowing black. You know that game, "Which one of these things is not like the other?" When I confronted him, he said that she was a friend of the family. Think about it for a moment.
This time around, it looked like I had hit on something even bigger.
It turned out that my mild-mannered wall Streeter had some fetishes - a lot of them. Some were kind of run-of-the-mill things that I suppose most men dream about. But others... let's just say that I had been sleeping with a freak for years and hadn't known it.
What to do? Should I just cancel our plans and give him no explanation? Should I pretend that I hadn't found what I had? I was torn. I knew that I should break it off, because his freaky fetishes had put my health, my life, at risk. We had unprotected sex - a lot of it - that whole 8 years we'd been together, and I would never know what he had exposed me to with his slutting around.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I loved this man, may god forgive me. But I reluctantly admitted that, yes, I did have to end our relationship. Before I did that, my anger and disappointment made me want to give Jay a taste of what it was like to be humiliated and hurt. Plans proceeded for our getaway, including some special surprises for my cheating, beautiful man.
___Lights, Camera, Action!___
The lights were turned low how I liked them, with soft jazz for Jay playing in the background.
I welcomed Jay at the door, giving him a light kiss and telling him that I had a surprise for him. He grinned his sexy smile in anticipation. In the past, my "surprises" had included some imaginative sex toys, lubes, and fantasies that I'd asked him to play out with me. So when I asked him to go along with my latest adventure, he said "Of course! What do I need to do?"
I grinned and told him to strip bare, lay down on the bed, and stretch his arms over his head. I am sure that he was expecting some more of those fuzzy little restraints that we had used before, so he was shocked when cold metal snapped over his wrists. A little twist of rope, and he was bound to the headboard soundly.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" he exclaimed with a combination of panic and arousal in his voice.
"Shhh, you will enjoy this!" I answered smoothly before slipping a blindfold over his eyes. Jay was struggling against the handcuffs, and I have to admit I liked the sight of that.
I wiggled onto the bed next to Jay and started to gently kiss his neck where it met his muscled shoulders. That seemed to calm him down, and by the time I moved to his hairless chest, he had stopped struggling. I carefully circled his sensitive nipples with my tongue, flicking one then the other until he started to moan quietly. I could feel his hips moving slightly, as he anticipated where I was headed.
Teasing him, I dragged my long hair down his chest, tickling and tantalizing. My tongue darted out to lick his navel, making small circles that I knew he wanted to be repeated lower. I inched down and exhaled warm breath against his straining cock, and watched as it swelled even more.
"I'll be right back, honey..." I whispered. Jay wriggled in protest and croaked out "Hurry, Lara!"
I eased off the bed and quietly opened the hotel door. I signaled for my guest to come in, then placed my finger against my lips, whispering "Shhh..."
He grinned broadly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Yes, my "revenge" masquerading as a surprise was a man. A rather tall man, to be exact, with broad shoulders and large, strong hands. In all the years' I'd known him, I'd never felt those hands on me, unfortunately - Jamie was gay, and he was perfect for this job.
Whispering "Follow me..." I tiptoed back into the bedroom where Jay was shifting restlessly on the bed. He might be agitated, but his cock was straining, looking harder than I had seen before.
"Hi baby" I cooed. "I've brought you a present!"
Jay began to pant as he worked his wrists against the restraints. His head rocked from side to side, desperately trying to see beyond the blindfold that was bound tightly across his eyes. I admit, my own breathing was coming a little faster, too, as I imagined what was to happen to the man who betrayed me. Jamie looked over at me quizzically, and I grinned.
Gesturing for Jamie to stay put, I padded over and eased onto the bed next to Jay. He let out a huge sigh, relieved to have me back next to him. I ran my hands lightly down his thighs, then up his chest. He arched his hips towards my hands, desperate for me to touch his raging erection. I smiled to myself as I bent down to kiss his beautiful, lying mouth.
Looking up towards Jamie, I raised an eyebrow and signaled him to come over. He moved silently to stand by the side of the bed. I ran my fingers down Jay's cheek and over his chest, then removed them while Jamie placed his hands where mine had left off. The fun had begun!
___Love hurts___
Jamie and I had spent a lot of time plotting how to pull off this switcheroo in the best way. So he perfectly coordinated where to put his hands to continue the illusion that it was still me. I shifted my body down closer to Jay's hips so that it would be feasible that I had access to touch all of him. Jamie continued to lightly stroke Jay's chest and stomach, coming very close to Jay's bobbing erection without making contact. Every time that Jamie's hands came close, Jay would hold his breath then let it out in a whoosh when the hands moved away. I had to stifle a giggle every time.
Finally, it was time to step up the game.
"Baby," I whispered, "do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to wrap my hand around you?"
"Ohhh yes, Lara, babe, please..."
Jay could hardly get the words out, he was so aroused. I nodded at Jamie, who slowly reached down and wrapped his fingers around Jay's straining cock. It was kind of an awkward position since he was still standing, but we'd deal with that shortly. Jay certainly hadn't noticed anything awkward; as soon as Jamie's fingers made contact, Jay started to pant and arch his hips into Jamie's hand. It was really too delicious to see my big, macho man getting his cock stroked by another dude.
Jay was so turned on, I thought that he might cum just from the hand job. That certainly wouldn't do. So, time to move on to the next stage. I shifted off the bed, saying "OK baby, I'll give you what you want now..."
I remained standing while Jamie eased himself onto the bed, at Jay's feet. Jamie looked over at me for the OK; I nodded with a wolfish grin. Ohhh, Jay was going to know very soon what it felt like to be duped and humiliated!
It was all Jamie's show now, and he knew exactly what to do. He moved to kneel between Jay's legs, and nudged them apart to make room. He wasted no time in bending over and beginning to tease Jay with his tongue. Now, Jay and I had been together a long time, and even though I had a lot of tricks in bed, Jamie's movements were nothing like mine. I was waiting to see how long it would take Jay to realize that it was not my tongue bathing his cock, or my lips wrapping around the glistening head.
Jay didn't seem to be aware of much at that point. With every downward plunge of Jamie's mouth, Jay would arch his hips up and thrust his cock deeper into Jamie's mouth. For his part, Jamie seemed to be enjoying it, too - Jay did have a beautiful, clean cock with an enticing musky scent. I was worried that Jay would blow his load any second; that would ruin my plan, but I had to trust that Jamie knew what he was doing.
