Revenging My Revenge Porn

Garry was a dick. He was lovely and sexy when we first met. He pushed my limits. He wanted me to watch porn with him and then he'd start kissing me, touching me and taking my clothes off through the first few videos until I was naked on the couch, bed or rug. He'd keep touching me through a few more videos with one eye on me, telling me I was his hot, horny baby, and one eye on the porn action. Then he'd intently fuck me while we were both watching other people fuck. He'd love to do it in front of a mirror, or with the curtains open the couple of times we were staying in a hotel or motel. I got the idea that he wanted to share me, have me seen, but he was somehow also intensely jealous. He'd kick up a fuss if he thought I was flirting with his friends. I would talk to George, the neighbour next door, and older divorcee, who is twenty years my senior, and Garry would accuse me of flirting with him. He'd say insane things like, I was pushing my tits up at George. Or that I had basically offered myself to one of his friends or his uncle at a BBQ because I was laughing at a joke.

I do like to feel that I am an attractive woman, and maybe I do casually flirt as a way to connect with guys. But of course, there needs to be trust and freedom in a relationship and Garry just wasn't giving that to me. After a year, I'd had enough. Garry wanted to move in with me and saying that if I didn't let him move in, I didn't love him enough. It didn't feel right. It was emotional manipulation, and maybe I really didn't love him enough. I was over it.

I had just turned 30 when I met him. I had been working as a manager for a chain of well-known bakeries and had my own home set up, a two-bedroom townhouse with small garden areas at the front and back. I was hoping that Garry was going to be 'The One' but I think I dodged a bullet there. Garry was 38, stocky with dark hair. He'd had a son with his ex-partner, but he didn't see him much. That should have been a red flag. Shouldn't men have good relationships with the people they say they care about? He had two motorbikes, one which he was trying to fix up to sell. He had started to leave it at my house, in my little backyard, so that he could work on it while he stayed with me. We went out on the bikes a few times together on day trips and he loved that I would look like a sex-bomb in my tight jeans and tight top and push-up bra under a thick, padded jacket.

Garry had another idiosyncrasy that is pivotal to this story. Garry used to take photos of me. Sexy photos. I wasn't into it at first, too embarrassed to see myself like that. First, I let him take photos of me in a bikini at the beach a couple of times. Then he wanted to take my photo in sexy underwear, then topless, then of me fully naked. Once or twice, he came into the bathroom when I was showering and took a photo of me through the glass. If I protested, he'd say I look gorgeous and that he gets hard just looking at me. By appealing to my ego, I let him take a few photos that I have never let anyone else take of me. Me sitting on the beach pulling my bikini bottoms to one side to show my pussy, me on all fours on the bed showing my ass and pussy from behind, a quick one in the backyard of me naked on his bike, leaning back so that my breasts look all perky and my pussy rose up from the seat. A video of Garry pulling my knickers off. A couple of videos of him fucking me from behind.

Garry was both exciting and draining. I was happy to be rid of him in the end, but it got quite volatile with him calling me a selfish bitch and smashing a few things on the way out.

After the final showdown I didn't hear from him in a while. I put his things in a few boxes, surprised that he had brought so much stuff to the house. Lots of clothes, motorbike parts, tools, spray cans, plastic bottles half full of various fluids, even fishing gear and a couple of rods and a metal frame that was for something he was apparently working on. This guy was intense!

I eventually heard that he was dating some other poor lady, so I texted him and gave him an ultimatum. Come and get your stuff or I will start to sell it or trash it. That didn't go down well with Garry. He sent a text, typically poorly phrased, saying something about, 'entitles to what's mine' and 'you don't know what I'll do' and 'you guun regret it'. I left the typo's in so you can get the picture! A week later his good friend Miles came over with a trailer and a sheepish look on his face. Miles was always lovely and respectful. I don't know why he was friends with someone like Garry. I helped him load the trailer with Garry's stuff and we even pushed the bike up a slim ramp, taking ages to tightly strap it down. It was nice that Miles didn't seem to hold any grudge against me, and I could chat with him normally instead of worrying about Garry's reaction. I was so happy to be rid of it all. Finally free of him. Except that I wasn't. Not entirely.

A couple of weeks later, I started to get texts from Garry's uncle, Brian. Just asking how I was going. Very loose, friendly, general. I had met Brian a few times over the year that I was dating Garry. He looked like a typical biker, white short hair and a white goatee. He had wide shoulders and no bum. Just an indent in his jeans at the top of his legs. He had a large belly made from years of steak, scotch and cola, always covered with an ACDC or Metallica t-shirt. He was a lovely guy, and he had always made me feel welcome with a drink and a joke to put me at ease. I had met his wife Sharon too. She was a nice-looking lady, always with a glossing of make-up. She had a large, square frame with massive tits and bleached blonde hair. She always wore clean jeans and a large floaty top over her prominent boob-shelf.

After a couple of these texts, Brian asked if he could pop over for a quick visit, which he had never done before, and I wondered if Garry had left something else behind that needed picking up. I said that Sunday would be a good day, and I made sure that I had some nice cake and coffee on hand, thinking that Brian and Sharon might want to stay for a drink and a chat.

Brian came on his own. I invited him in and asked how he was. He seemed nervous and I started to fuss around making coffee and getting the cake out. Then he told me.

'You know what he can be like, Darlin', he went a bit crazy when you said you would sell his stuff. He was ranting around our place and Sharon told him to get lost and not to come around our place being a prick.'

Brian told me that Garry had sent him and, he suspected, a few other people photos of me. Yes, the naked, tits out, ass in air, getting fucked, offering myself, pussy open photos. He seemed really nervous telling me and I was starting to fall apart inside. With embarrassment, with the grossness of it. With the betrayal, with the horror and violation of who-know-who and what sort of men, seeing me at my most vulnerable and private without me wanting them to see me or giving any consent. I hid my face, hot with embarrassment and frustration and dumped myself onto the couch, shivering and curled up with my growing fear and hatred and confusion. Brian sat next to me and put his large hand on my back.

'It's alright, love. We have the utmost respect for you. You always treated Garry well and what he's done is really shit-house. Lower than a dog. They are beautiful photos, but we know they were private.'

I stayed there for a while and cried it out with Brian sitting next to me. He was a nice comfort, and I appreciated that he was trying to make me feel better. Who had seen them? If Brian had, who else? Miles? Oh, my God! I had just seen Miles, and he hadn't mentioned anything. What about his other friends, men I had only met once or twice? My mind was racing, thinking about the photos that I had let Garry take. It wasn't that there was a large number of them. But they showed everything, and my face was in them. It was me in porn-style poses.

'I thought you might like to see me delete them so that you feel better about it, so you know that at least one person has done the right thing,' Brian offered.

I sat up and looked at Brian with his phone.

'Thank you,' I said through teary eyes. 'That would be good.'

Brian opened up his phone and spent a minute looking for his photo app. As I sat next to him, looking over his shoulder I could smell his faint cologne. That was comforting too. I saw the small thumbnails, a range of about ten nudes that looked like the whole collection, minus the videos. Brian opened one of them up. It was me in the kitchen wearing my tight jeans and the biker jacket that Garry used to lend me. I had nothing on underneath the jacket and I was holding it open and pushing my chest forward so that my baps and rose-pink nipples were prominent. I was smiling and looking directly at the camera, offering my titties.

We paused and there was an audible intake of breath from both me and Brian. I looked hot. Brian was staring at my bare tits. We were both staring at my tits out for viewing. I felt my nipples start to tingle and a flush of heat go down to my groin. I gulped. My mouth was dry. After a second he roused himself out of his bare-breast-induced stupor.

'Right then, let's see, now, how do we delete, here we go, this one, there you go Darlin, deleted, no more.'

'Thank you, Brian.'

'Alright, next one.'

The next one was the one on the motorbike. Brian and I looked at me seated on the leather seat of Garry's cruiser. I remembered that the seat had been really warm as the bike had been out in the sun. The hot neoprene had felt really nice between my bare legs and the warmth alone had made me wet. I had enjoyed sitting with my bare ass and pussy on the hot seat and I had opened my legs more to allow my rarely seen private folds make contact with this hot, smooth, rubbery surface. It had been a fun and scary moment. I had quickly run inside after the snap, hoping that no neighbours were around, peeking through the fence or from their upstairs windows. Now Brian and I were staring at my naked body on this large bike, my arms supporting me from behind, my tits prominent and proud, my belly looking long and tight as I stretched out, leading down to my little welcome patch and my swelling slit. I had a fleeting thought, wondering if Brian liked my little hatch of hair above my pussy. I quickly glanced over at him, guilty that maybe he had caught my naughty thought in that moment.

'OK, let's delete that one. Nice bike though!' We laughed.

It was nice that he was trying to keep it light. I could feel myself getting wet on the inside of my hole. But I still felt so embarrassed and under pressure, and I didn't know why and what these emotions were. I suddenly realised that maybe it was weird that Brian had come here with the photos. Surely he could have deleted them privately? Maybe this was the first time he'd ever come across this type of situation. It certainly was for me. What was the proper thing to do? Should we be contacting the police? Or was Brian right and maybe we should just be low-key and handle it privately? Either way, Brian had already seen it all and he was trying to do the right thing.

He fiddled around again, deleting the photo from his phone.

The next photo was a close-up of my pussy. You could see the tops of my thighs, the curve of my mound, the darkness of my ass-crease and my designer-patched mons. It looked gross to me. You could see all of the dimples and creases and a couple of stray hairs. My labia skin was a dusky pink, darker than the rest of my thighs. You could see my slit had opened up from the swelling of my lips and about a centimetre wide strip of the inner lips, pink and moist, were starting to poke out. I looked over at Brian. He seemed engrossed in the image.

'I'm sorry you have to see that, Brian. It's not the nicest picture of me. It looks gross.'

Brian turned to look at me with his eyes wide, his brow wrinkled, as if I'd just told him that steak comes from monkeys.

'You ladies can't see your own beauty! This is the most magnificent sight a man can ever see. This,' he searched for words, 'this is the holy grail!'

His eyes went back to my pussy shot and he started gesticulating.

'Men climb mountains, dive into treacherous waters, they even spend billions of dollars on space exploration. But what they're looking for is right here. This is the gold, the hidden treasure. This is the meaning of life. Look at it! Magnificent, beautiful.'

I was pretty impressed that my naked vagina could inspire poetry from someone I had never taken for a deep thinker.

'Sorry, Darl, I didn't mean to carry on. I mean, this is your private.... thing'

Brian silently deleted the image, and the next one and the next one, the shower one and the beach one. He looked across at me. I was feeling so sexy, but it felt wrong to feel sexy. But somebody clearly enjoying my body and verbally celebrating it was really nice.

'It's alright Brian. I really appreciate you coming here to help me out. It's really nice of you. It's a bit embarrassing though!'

'Nothing at all to be embarrassed about, Darlin. To be honest with you, and please don't take this the wrong way, but these are the nicest photos, the best thing I've seen for a long time. And if you don't mind me saying, you've got an excellent body, curves in all the right places. Garry is an idiot. Don't worry about him.'

We paused for a moment, as if we were both taking in the consequences of him telling me that he really enjoyed looking at my naked body, fully on offer. To try to break the mood, I smiled at him and put my hand on his forearm.

'That's a very sweet thing to say Brian.'

I was tingling and even this simple gesture felt sexually charged. What sort of reaction was Brian was getting? Had he actually thought this through? There was no way to view this type of thing and not be turned on. You'd have to be a plank. Now I was touching him and making skin contact. I withdrew my hand.

I stood up and made an attempt to break the mood.

'Would you like that coffee, Brian?'

He paused and looked at me and looked deeply troubled. His hand went down to his crotch and he slowly readjusted whatever was happening down there.

'I'm sorry to be a pain Darlin, but, and I honestly didn't think I would say this, but what I would really like', he paused as though considering his next words carefully, 'is to see all of this wonderful, beautiful thing... in real life.'

I stood still and stared at him, absorbing the words and their meaning.

'And it's okay if that's totally not okay with you, but, oh my God, girl, you've got no idea what this does to a man. I mean, you'd have to be nuts not to want to see the real thing.'

I continued to stand there, thinking through exactly what Brian was suggesting and mentally playing though the scenario in my head. I was horny and I was seriously wet, that's true, but what was my comfort zone? What was he asking?

'And I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but this;'

Brian turned the phone to me, and it was the photograph of my thighs, ass, and pussy from behind. You could see the high roundness of my buttocks, the darker nut-shape of my pussy, my wet gash leading to my delicate pink hole and my brown hole on full display.

He turned the phone back to himself and looked at it with his eyes wide open, slowly shaking his head in wonder and appreciation. I tried to make sense of what he was asking of me as he stared at my willing ass and pussy on the screen.

'So... you want to see me? Naked? In real life? You mean to have sex with me? What about... Sharon?

'I think you're a fantastic girl, you're sexy as anything. I wouldn't touch it, and no, I don't want to have sex. I love my missus too much to do that. But I never get close to anything like this. It would be magical. You could think of it as revenge on Garry! How about that!'

OK, so now I had a clear picture of what Brian wanted. I could say yes or no with no pressure. And, as weird as it was, Brian had made a really good point. Garry was always so jealous of me talking or flirting with any of his male friends or family. If I now chose to show myself, just to flirt a little on my own terms, I would be getting Garry back for all the restrictions he'd placed on me when we were together.

'So, you want to see my... my pussy? Just looking, no touching?'

'I would love to see all of you naked my darling, if you would let me. I'll just sit here, and I promise I won't touch you. I won't have these photos of you any more but I will have an amazing memory which will be better than any photo.'

I stood there in front of Brian. It was silent, save for a few cars driving past outside. Awkward. There was no music or ambiance.

'You mean, now?'

Brian nodded, eyes fixed on me. I had made my decision.

I started to pull my t-shirt up, staring at Brian. Mid-pull, I realised that my hair was tied up, so I pulled my bobble out of my hair, and my long, dark hair came loose around my shoulders. I continued with the t-shirt, my eyes fixed on Brian, awaiting his reaction. He sat on my couch, his back to the large window. The blinds were closed enough to let gentle light in, but no vision of a woman stripping for her ex-boyfriend's uncle would get out. Brian was half-slumped in the chair and his legs were wide open. One hand was on the downturned phone and one hand was lying on top of his member that had obviously sprung to life under his faded jeans.

I lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I was conscious that some soft hip-fat rolled over the lip of my jeans and there would be a tiny growth of hair on my armpits. But I figured that after seeing any part of Sharon, I was a much-improved model. I stood in front of him, two metres away in my comfort bra, wondering what to do next, and if I should really keep going. Brian nodded and mumbled with approval at me. That was enough to encourage me. I thought about Garry and what a prick he had been for no reason. He would hate this, that I was willingly showing myself to his uncle. That turned me on so much. I didn't know until this moment that revenge sex was so sexy.

I unsnapped my bra and, strap by strap, trying a little bit to slow things down and make it sexy, I pulled my bra away and stood topless in front of Brian. His goggle-eyes stared at my swaying buns. My nipples were erect. It was so wonderful to be seen so close up by a man who was simply admiring me. I moved my chest around, giving a little jiggle to my loose titties. I rubbed my hands over them slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on Brian. I loved watching his eyes fixed on my tits. I smiled at Brian and he mumbled 'yes' and 'fuu' under his breath and I was validated by approval and enjoyment. I had come this far. I was going to show the whole thing to Brian. It was such an intense sensation of anticipation and fear and excitement.

I reached for my waistband, undid my button and zip, and tugged down my jeans. They were quite tight fitting and awkward to pull down. My bum was wriggling, my panties nearly came down with them. I could have pulled everything off in one go, but I wanted Brian to enjoy this process and get the full anticipation and show that went with the display. I had to bend right over to get my jeans off at my ankles. I was then aware that my breasts were swaying around from all angles.

'Here, let me,' said Brian. He held out his hands indicating that he could pull down my trousers for me. I penguin-stepped over to him with my jeans around my ankles, until I was right next to his open hands. I had to put my hands on his shoulders and my bare boobs were swaying right above his head, my cotton-covered zone of pleasure was inches away from his face. He pulled my trousers off, over my feet, one leg at a time, touching my skin as he held my calves. The sensation of his hands on my skin reverberated through me like an electric pulse.

'There you go, Darl.' I released my hands from his shoulders and smiled down at him. I loved that he had a close-up of my tits, and he would be able to smell my odour from here. I wondered if he could smell my musty, juicy punani. I felt like I was frothing down there now. I could feel the slickness between my crevices every time I moved. I wanted him to pull me down and pull my nipples into his mouth, but that's not what we were doing here. He was being gentle and respectful with me and I was respecting his long relationship with Sharon.

I moved back into my little space on the carpet in front of him. Now was the time for my knickers. I was about to show Brian my juicy wetness. My naughty holes. Displayed just for him. Brian obviously was excited in his anticipation. He flopped his cock out over the top of his jeans and boxers and I had a good stare at it. His balls were on show too, squashed against his waistband. His cock was meaty and thick, with a lot of wrinkled foreskin. It wasn't fully erect but Brian must have been around 60, so I didn't take this personally, just a sign of things slowing down with age. The fact that he had it out for me and was slowly pulling on it while his eyes were on me was amazing. I was truly loving this moment even though I was still in a state of high anxiety, or maybe excitement. I couldn't tell which, but my pussy wanted to keep going and to show this man everything.

I hooked my thumbs onto the sides of my panties and slowly started to peel them down. I tried to take it slowly but it was really a simple process. There was the moment when my pussy lips were released from hiding as my elasticated modestly clung around my thighs. I pulled them down the rest of the way and let them fall to the floor. As I stepped out of them, Brian's eyes were fixed on my opening as I had to widen my legs to release my panties from my feet.

I was naked. Standing in front of Brian. Who would have thought that the safe, gentle, man whose house I had been to just a couple of times, and whose wife I had met and brought salads for, would request a fully naked inspection of me for his gratification.

He was really pulling on his penis now.

'Please, turn around,' he said through a strained, breathy voice, 'show me your arse.'

I turned around and showed him my behind, and wriggled my jelly for him, knowing my flaps could be peeked at like this too.

'Like in the photo,' he gasped, 'bent over, please, Darl.'

I knew which photo. The one of me on all fours on the bed that he had just shown me. I knew what he wanted to see. There's one thing standing naked, and even wriggling and moving provocatively for a man. But showing myself like that was a full on invitation and display. There was no coming back from this. I mustered my hatred for Garry, thinking how upset and pissed off he would be, at me showing all of my dirty holes to his uncle. I was a bit conflicted with how sexually aroused this had made me, but I had made a decision to go with it, so I was going to extract and appreciate every sexy and exciting feeling that came with it.

I bent over slowly, putting my hands on my knees, sticking my arse out at Brian, swaying one way then another, knowing that he would like the full, all-angles effect. My hands were on my knees. Suddenly Brian got up and came over to me. Shit, I thought we had an understanding, no touching!

He put both of his hands on my hips, but I shot up and pulled my bum away.

'What are you doing Brian?' I squealed, 'I thought we said no touching? What about Sharon?'

'Sorry, Darl,' his hands were aloft in a stance of surrender and his now rock-solid dick was bouncing up out of his boxers. His trousers had fallen around his knees. 'Don't worry, Darl, I just wanted to get a bit closer. I'm not going to do anything, I promise. I'm just touching, just playing. Oh, but it all looks so good. Please let me, I'll just be close to you. Go over here on the couch and I'll just touch myself as I look at you.'

He was a nice man and I wasn't scared by him. I just wanted to know what the boundaries were, and although I knew that this whole thing was very naughty and secret, and I didn't want to be the woman who breaks up a perfectly good relationship.

I went over to the couch as he suggested and got onto all fours. Brain stood back with his dick out and pulled at it feverishly.

'That's it, Darl, I fucking love it.'

I was getting really hot, having my pussy open and wet to a man. To Garry's Uncle Brian. I loved being wet and horny. I was thinking of Garry and how dirty I was being and how pissed off and betrayed he would be if he ever knew what I was doing right now.

I felt Brian work his way closer to me. I could hear his heavy breathing and the jingle of his belt buckle, still around his jeans. I really wanted him close. Damn it, I wanted his cock inside me.

'I'm so wet Brian! You can put your cock inside me if you want to. I would fucking love it.'

'Oh yes,' he said.

He came closer and I could feel the end of his cock touching around my entrance.

'I'm just going to tease you, you tasty little bitch.'

He put his cock on my ass hole and rubbed it up and down my ass cheeks and back to my butt hole. I widened my legs so that he could see how ready I was for him and pushed my ass higher into the air. I was loving him teasing me and I wanted him to take me and grind into me hard. He grabbed my ass cheeks and rubbed at them and pulled them apart. He rubbed his thumbs up and down my entrance and then poked into my ass hole. It's like he was looking with his hands and I could feel his eyes taking it all in. Then he poked his hard tip around my pussy hole, up and down my swollen flaps, and even pushed it slightly into my gaping wetness. It felt so good. I had never been with an older man but now I wanted him to slide deeply into me, for his dick to explore all of me.

I was pushing back onto Brian, loving him seeing and feeling all of my holes. His dick moved back up to my ass. The sensation of his hot knob end on my sensitive puckering was delicious and I savoured it as he seemed to. I thought he was going to enter my tight brown hole that I hadn't even cleaned. He vibrated it there as he manically pumped himself and suddenly I felt his load all over my ass cheeks. He jizzed all over me and then pressed into my pussy opening with his end, letting us both know that he could have had me, as we both shivering in delight. Me with my ass high for his enjoyment, Brian emitting large, low breaths, and saying 'yes baby' over and over again.

He pulled away and I stayed there, knowing that his eyes would still be on my open crack and my wide thighs. I had let him have what he came for. I was letting him know that I enjoyed it and I had wanted him to enjoy it. He was welcome. I had loved it.

He rubbed his come over my ass with his palm and his thumb, taking the chance to feel my labia and ass crack again. I held it there for him, experiencing quivers at his touch. He grabbed a tea-towel from the table and wiped my ass and then his dick with it. He tucked his spent cock into his boxers, pulled up his jeans and buckled them. I stood up slowly. I was naked and sticky, and Brian was dressed and upright and looked ready to make his way out.

'There you go, Darl', he said. 'You're one hell of a girl.'

I went to hug him, wanting to feel his clothed body next to my nakedness. Wanting to enjoy this moment of intimacy with him a moment longer. Knowing that he had to go, but he could still enjoy me and my soft curves. He hugged me back and his hands wandered slightly down to my hips and slowly up my sides and to the sides of my breasts. He moved his hand over my right breast while looking at my face as he held my tit in his hand.

'Absolutely beautiful,' he said, shaking his head and pulling his lips in. We both knew he had to go but It was nice for him to express that he would miss this and he was appreciating every moment.

'I will remember this, Darlin, as one of the best things ever.'

I glowed. 'Me too, Brian'.

He went for the front door, leaving me standing naked in my living room, traces of Brian's come still sticky on my ass. I hadn't orgasmed but the sensations and pleasures were so intense that I didn't care. I would need to touch myself though.

As I heard Brian drive away, I remembered that actually, we hadn't erased all of my photos. He still had the one of my ass in the air, the one that had inspired that whole scene. But actually, I didn't care. Let Brian enjoy them.

I had turned Garry's revenge on its head, and I reconsidered how I felt about my other photos being out there, maybe with his other friends, and how it would feel to revenge-fuck them too.