Getting Closure

Bit of a change of pace, a different slant on the cheating/breakup story. Hope you enjoy

When I got divorced, I moved out and looked for a place to stay. Because I traveled a lot for my job, I decided to look for a room to rent, rather than an apartment. I had no furniture and it was less to clean. I found a room with an en-suite bathroom in a beach community in Orange County, California. The owners were divorcing, too, the wife was keeping the house, and renting out a room to help with the mortgage. They had a daughter aged ten who stayed with her, but with the husband every second weekend. He also had her every Wednesday.

As it happened, I moved in over a weekend that she was alone. By mutual agreement we went out for a drink that Saturday evening, which turned to dinner. Sherry, I noticed, loved her martinis. By the time I neared the end of my first beer, she was onto her third. By then she was giggly and a little touchy, which naturally intrigued me.

Okay, let's be honest: it turned me on. I decided to explore the potential and put my hand on her thigh under the table, to which she just gave a breathy smile and opened her legs. Wow. First not-even-a-date. Hot!

Over the next few drinks, I slid my hand up higher, until I reached her panties, which had become drenched. Over our conversation, she admitted the reason they were divorcing is she had cheated and had been caught. "I love sex, what can I say?" was her giggling commentary.

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Well, we'll be under the same roof tonight... alone."

She looked at me with a wicked smile. "And what do you plan to do about that?"

To call her flirting bluff, I decided to take a chance. "I plan to slide my tongue up your inner thighs to where they meet."

After a long exhale, she clenched and spread her legs. "Is that all?"

Well.

I can take a hint as good as the next guy. "Oh no. I plan to pull down those wet panties of yours and feast on your hot treasure."

Squirming, she continued to tease me. "Hmm. And then?"

"Then I plan to slide my tongue through your folds--"

She grabbed my hand, pulled it into her drenched panties under the table and dropped the flirty talk. "Oh fuck, you're making me so wet."

This woman got turned on by dirty talk, it seemed, so I continued, "Imagine my tongue flicking over your clit," I whispered so nobody else could hear. I slipped a finger in through her panties' leg opening, and found her love tunnel warm and slick with her juices. Her eyes were drooping as she contemplated the pleasure.

"And then I'm going to fuck you so hard until you cum and cum and cum."

"Oh fuck, Robbie. Enough talk. Take me home now."

We paid and rushed home, where I took her to my king-sized bed. True to my promise, I spent a good while playing my tongue over her treasure, edging her for it felt like hours.

Her moans escalated to an unending river of dirty talk while her body humped up and down in growing passion. After finally bringing her to a major explosion with my mouth, she begged me to take her. By then I was ready, and buried my cock of steel inside her wet warm heaven. We established our rhythm quickly and rode each other to mind blowing climaxes before collapsing and falling asleep together.

After that, we fucked almost every night in her bedroom after her daughter went to sleep. Like happens when two people have lots of sex, feelings started developing. Despite both of us being cautious, the heart wants what it wants, and soon I only slept in her room. And she called me babe.

In plain English, we were falling in love. My travel (the reason I rented only a room in the first place) posed a challenge, though, and I soon noticed her mentioning Marty, a coworker of hers, more and more. Clichés become clichés for a reason, i. e. they happen a lot, and I soon noticed a distance forming between us, highlighted by her finding fault with almost everything I did or didn't do.

One day I was scheduled to arrive back on a Monday, but I arrived the Saturday... and found her gone. I didn't think too much of it, and didn't call, wanting to surprise her when she got home from her shopping or whatever.

However, when she wasn't home by ten that evening, I checked the phone locator app. (I know, I know. All I can say is I didn't suspect anything untoward.) She was in... Las Vegas! What the hell?

I called her. She picked up, sounding cheerful. "Hi, babe, how are things going?"

"So-so," I replied. "Where are you?"

"Taking a bath, shaving my little kitty for you," she giggled.

"In our bath?"

"Of course, silly, where else?"

"Las Vegas, with Marty maybe? Because I'm home and you're NOT in the bath."

"Oh shit!" she cried. "When did you get back?"

I noticed she didn't deny being with Marty. "Just before lunch. I thought I'd surprise you. However, it looks like the surprise is on me."

"Oh babe--"

I broke the connection and turned off my phone. Not knowing if she'd drive back right away, I packed all my clothes and loose things from the room I rented. Fortunately, I'd just bought a camper van to travel up the West Coast using my comp time, so I had plenty of packing space. The only things I couldn't pack were the bed, TV and what few items of furniture I'd acquired.

Fuming, and nursing the pain in my heart I was determined to not let anyone see, I checked into a nearby hotel, and started an online search for another place to stay. Fortunately, Sherry and I weren't married yet, so there would be no complications other than finding another place to live. Also fortunately, I'd never really bonded with her daughter, firstly because I traveled a lot and secondly because I lived in the tenant room, in a wing separate from the main house, and Sherry and I only spent our time together after the girl went to sleep.

Sherry blew my phone up for a few days, apologizing, but that died down soon enough as, clearly, the Marty guy had convinced her she was better off with him. Well, whatfuckingever. Horny bitch.

A few days later I found another room, again with a single landlady. Rooming with guys didn't appeal to me because most were messy, loud or dysfunctional in other ways. So I moved on. My new landlady and I soon became fuckbuddies, but I was careful to make sure she understood I was not interested in any kind of relationship. She dated a guy apparently, up in LA (we were down in Orange County) so when I was in town and she felt horny, we got together and had a great time. (We're still Facebook and email friends, even after I moved away.) Also, my sex life evolved into a series of casual hookups on my travels (if you're interested, let me know and I can elaborate) but my heart stayed cauterized.

Then, after a little more than year, I got an email out of the blue from Sherry, wondering if I'd be interested in having dinner "to get some closure."

She'd apparently married Marty in the meantime. Didn't take them long, I thought, but hey, their monkeys, their circus.

He was out of town for the week, and, as it turned out, I was in town for a few days, so I figured what did I have to lose? Besides, she told me she and Marty were deeply in love. He satisfied her needs quite adequately, she'd said, and she wanted to stay true to him. She said that just to make sure I didn't have "any ideas" about the dinner.

I was fine with that, having had several encounters with a hot Korean woman on my most recent trip, and Sherry was always good company, so I was good with her "no ideas."

We met at the restaurant, which turned out to be busy, with a wait of about thirty minutes, they said. Sherry wore a short dress she knew I liked from our earlier times. Tall (5-9 or so), she had long, tanned legs, which the high hemline displayed to perfection. Hmm, interesting. I raised an eyebrow after making a display of checking out her legs and she laughed. No words necessary. She didn't want me to "have any ideas," but what about her?

While waiting for our table, we went to the bar, which, also crowded, had only seat. I let her have it and stood next to her, as we were crushed from all sides by the waiting crowd. She got going on her martinis and I nursed my beer as we got caught up on our lives. After her second drink, I noticed her old flirtiness sticking out its head, and I decided what the hey? Let's play along find out where this might go. She was attractive, sexy and, as I remembered, loved sex. Let's see where this might lead? And also see about her "no ideas" thing.

It was easy in the crowded area along the bar to respond to her flirting by laying my hand on her thigh, halfway up, because of the short dress. She said nothing, but didn't open her legs like that first night. When the barman put her third drink down before her, she turned to me. "I have to behave, Robbie, because I'm married now." But she didn't remove my hand. Telling.

I leaned in, kissed her ear, and whispered, "I understand." From our past experience I knew her earlobes were erogenous zones, so I nibbled the one longer than I needed to. She drew in a breath and took another sip, but still didn't protest. Then I remembered how sexy talk turned her on. So, after a swig from my beer, I leaned in again, nibbled her ear again and whispered, "I remember that first night we went out."

She nodded nervously, and avoided my eyes.

"You are so hot," I said softly.

Blushing, she drew in a breath. "Thank you, kind sir."

"I remember how you used to like going out with no panties. Made you feel sexy, you said."

Her breathing sped up and she still avoided looking at me.

"Do you remember that night I took you to the Hollywood Bowl, and we drove around Hollywood and LA afterward, while I played with your smoothly shaven kitty?" She'd not worn panties that night, and, while we slowly cruised the crowded streets, she threw the passenger seat back, opened her knees and let me slowly roll my finger around her clit and through her folds, just keeping her on edge, not caring who might see. A few fellow motorists sat high enough to see what was happening, and hooted and hollered encouragement. She lapped it up, savoring the zone she had entered, on the brink of her climax, but only teetering. All the way until we reached the restaurant we were headed to, when I finally allowed her to come, convulsing and spasming, moaning my name in the truck as we approached the parking lot.

Back to the present, she emptied her glass and signaled the barman for a refill. "That was one of the all-time highlights of my life," she said with a rushed exhale.

"So, are you wearing panties tonight?" I said after another nibble on her earlobe.

"Hmm, by the time we make it to the table, I might not," she giggled. "You've made them so wet I'll have to visit the bathroom to take them off."

"So," I teased, "You getting wet for Marty?"

She nodded thanks at the barman for her new glass and took a long sip without answering.

At that moment, the hostess called us to our table (the booths were all taken). I sat to Sherry's side, not opposite, so I could reach her smoothly shaven leg. I figured that, despite her protestations of being married, and insistence on "no ideas," she was becoming hot for something hard sliding into her and filling her up. To be honest, the idea of being the one doing the filling was growing on me (in more ways than one). Marty had fun cuckolding me, the bastard, so turnabout would be a fair play. Very fair.

Sherry rose and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be right back." When she returned, she handed me her soaking panties under the table. "Now don't embarrass me in front of all these people by sniffing them."

After stuffing the wet panties into my pocket, I ordered us some white wine to go with the seafood, and when the waiter walked away, I put my hand on her leg again and slid it up to the short hem. I continued. "Do you remember when we got home that night?"

She nodded with a breathy giggle, evidently enjoying the reminder.

"Did you like how I spent a whole hour eating you out?"

Her breath caught. Clearly she enjoyed getting turned on with little more than words.

"You were really into teasing me the whole night, weren't you?" I whispered.

A pleasant smile betrayed her relishing the memory.

"Uh-huh. And how you begged me to make you cum again? You loved it, didn't you? My tongue slowly sliding up your slit. Do you remember how wet you were?"

Another breathy sigh/giggle showed her arousal running away with her and she was losing control. Marty, Schmarty. Dickhead.

"I love your taste, Sherry. Your love nectar is so unique: almost like a good wine. Remember how I used to lap it up, and spread it around your clit?"

A low moan escaped her, lost in the ambient noise of the restaurant, but clear enough for me. She squirmed in her chair and took a gulp from her drink.

"Do you remember how you ravaged your own nipples?" I continued. "Twisting and pulling them while you begged me to suck your clit?"

She finished the martini she'd brought to the table. Her eyes were half-mast as she relived the intensity of her desire that night. Her legs opened to my hand in invitation, and I slid it up until I felt her smoothness, coated with a liberal layer of her slick juices. Trying to remain discreet, she pushed her lower body to the edge of her chair to increase my hand's pressure against her soaking pussy.

I leaned in and whispered again in her ear. "You are so wet, so sexy, so desirable."

Another moan and a sigh.

"But you're married, right?"

Her eyes flew wide open as if she'd just realized. She didn't pull her body back, or remove my hand, though. Instead, she took a deep swig from her wine glass.

I let my pinky flick over her uncovered clit, right there in the crowded restaurant.

"Ahh, babe, no! I'm married."

"I know. You said so." I slowly rubbed my pinky across her clit again, almost like that night on the streets of Los Angeles. "But this is feeling so good, isn't it?"

A blush rose from her prominent breasts peering over the low-cut dress.

"You want someone to take you, fill you, don't you?"

Breathing heavily, she softly whined, "But I'm married."

"But you're still sexy as fuck." With her perched on the edge of her seat, it was easy for me to run a finger down her slit under the table, savoring her slickness and spreading it further. Another shift, another moan.

"Did you know," I continued, "that I still have that camper van I bought?"

Thinking I was changing the subject, she took a deep breath and tried to look normal.

"D'you know why?"

She shook her head.

"It has a queen bed and almost no windows. So after I have dinner with a wild and sexy woman in a restaurant, it's the easiest thing to get in the van, right here in the parking lot, and I can slide my lips and tongue up your inner thigh, so slowly and delicately." I deliberately changed from third to second person. "I can savor every inch of your sexy legs until I reach your secret place. You're so smoothly shaven," I slowly drew my pinky across her clit again and she twitched with the undeniable pleasure. "Imagine my warm tongue slowly savoring your smooth wet slit, inch by delicious smooth inch. Would you like that?"

Her eyes closed for a few seconds to savor the thought, and she drew in a deep breath, but she didn't answer.

"In fact, we can fuck right here in the parking lot, and nobody will know. Nobody. Can you imagine? Do you still remember how hard you always make me? And how you love that first time I slide in and fill you up?"

A shudder rolled through her and her breathing sped up.

Our food arrived, breaking the spell. The waiter topped off our wine and left. We ate in silence. Her glazed eyes told me the pleasant sexual memories continued rolling through her mind. This was a woman who didn't just like sex, she LOVED it. Her hubby being away for a few days must have built up some more pressure than usual. A volcano ready to erupt.

"Ready for dessert?" the waiter asked as he took away our empty plates.

"Give us a couple minutes," I asked.

"What desserts are you interested in?" I asked after he left. "I know what I want."

"Oh yeah, what?"

"A warm, no-calorie dessert that is soooo good to eat," I replied, dropping my gaze to her strongly protruding nipples.

"Yeah? Tell me more." She squirmed in her seat again.

"It is warm, slick, and it's best savored by licking and sucking it. Not served in bowls--in fact, I don't think this restaurant serves it. But it tastes soooo good and I'm sure some can be had in my camper van."

"Oh," she winked, "is that where the hard popsicles are also served for licking and sucking?

"Mm hmm. Can I interest you in a taste?"

"That would be lovely, babe," she panted, "but I'm married."

"Yes you are, but the nice thing about the camper van is it has no windows--nobody can see, so nobody will know." I became serious. "Hey, how about just a nice kiss for old times' sake? No harm in that, is there?"

Her frown melted and she nodded. I signed the credit card slip, we rose and I slipped my hand around her waist as we walked to the far corner of the parking lot. I opened the side door and she stepped up, bending forward to avoid bumping her head. Her short dress pulled up and I caught a glimpse of her gaping nether lips, glistening with her ample dew.

"To the left," I said, and she headed to the bedroom in the rear. When she reached the bed, she turned and held out her arms. I flopped onto the bed, inviting her to come and lie next to me for the kiss.

It felt like old times when our lips met. In no time her tongue snaked out and engaged mine in the age-old tussle, sliding along and over each other. My hand slid down her back as she moaned and pressed closer, her groin pushing against my leg. While our lips and tongues renewed their acquaintance, my hand reached her bottom, naked as the short dress pulled up. I slipped my hand in between her legs from behind. Her lubrication had slid into the space between her thighs and in no time two of my fingers glided into her from behind. Not deep, but just enough to tease her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, thrusting her lower body against mine and humping it.

I slid her dress's zipper down and caressed her open back. She wore no bra. I tugged the shoulders of her dress down and rolled her onto her back. Sliding my lips down her neck and shoulder, I captured the closest nipple and began pressing it against my palate with my tongue and sucking it.

Her moaning went up a notch and her lower body increased its humping. I moved a hand up her inner thigh, slipped two fingers into her ultra-slick pussy and caressed her g-spot. I kept up sucking her nipples, alternating between breasts, and sliding my super-wet fingers around her swollen clit in between fingering her hot love tunnel and rubbing her g-spot.

After several delicious minutes, I could hear her approaching her first climax. Sliding down, I lay between her legs and began a slow, soft attack on her clit with my mouth. That didn't take long to bring her to a shuddering and long climax. From past experience, I knew what would follow.

"Oh, Robbie, so good. In me, babe, I need you inside of me."

"But you said you were married."

"Robbie, please, not now, baby. Give me your hard cock and fuck me. I need you. In me, babe. Now! Please."

"What about your husband?"

"Pleeeeaase! Robbie, fuck me! I need to cum!"

Good thing I had undone my belt and zipper while eating her, because I simply slid my lower garments off, positioned myself, and thrust my hard steel into her slick and hungry pussy.

"Ahhh, yes! You were always the best. So good! Fuck me, babe, fuck me slowly so I can feel every inch."

I had had great sex with several other women, but Sherry was still one of the best for me. We just fit so well together, like a hand in a glove. I closed my eyes and savored every second of the sleeve of her wet warmth gripping my engorged cock with tight slickness. I felt my climax coming, and, unconcerned with the cheating slut, I blasted her insides, shot after spurting shot. When my dick deflated, I pulled out and cleaned myself with a few tissues.

"Robbie!" she cried out. "I haven't cum yet."

"Oh yes, you did," I smiled tightly. "In Las Vegas, remember? And how many times since then! This was my turn. And now, at last, we finally have closure. Do you want me to take you home or do you want to call another Uber?"

Tears and uncontrollable sobs overtook her.

I cared not one whit--I had my revenge fuck, and my fun wasn't even over yet. I had saved one of her emails way back when, which copied all her friends, so I had all their email addresses, Marty's included.

--

The following day, I edited the video from the camera I'd installed in the van the day before to overlook the bed. I blurred my face out, and bleeped out my name when she called it. However, her smooth naked pussy, the fact that she wore no underwear, and her begging to be fucked, were totally clear to see. There could be no doubt that this woman WANTED me, despite reminding herself that she was married.

I installed a VPN (anonymous network), got a new email address, and sent Marty the edited video of his wife cheating on him, with the simple message: What goes around, comes around (pun intended). If she cheats with you, she'll cheat on you. Congratulations.

--

The following day Sherry called, in tears. "That was so mean, Robbie, how could you?"

"Exactly what I wanted to know," I replied. "I thought you and I had something beautiful going, so how could you go spread your legs for someone else? Now you know how I felt when I got back and you were in Vegas with dickhead, while you lied to me. Did you lie to Marty, too, about where you were last night? Did you tell him you were in the bath shaving your kitty for him, too?"

"He's going to divorce me now, Robbie. Why were you so mean to me?"

"Sherry, you shouldn't marry a man if you can't keep your legs closed."

"B.. but I just wanted to have dinner for us to get closure."

"Lying again, you sexy little bitch," I said, though in a kind voice. "You came with my favorite short dress and no bra. You shaved especially for me, got rid of your panties before we even ordered our food and opened your legs for me. You knew about the bed in my van, and you still came. Face it, baby, you were horny with your man away, so you invited me for a dinner, and intended to seduce me with that sexy smooth kitty of yours. Closure, my ass. You just wanted to get fucked by a cock you knew and missed. Admit it."

Several seconds of sobbing passed.

"I loved you, Sherry, but you betrayed me and hurt me deeply. Now you betrayed your new guy and I have no doubt he got hurt, too. I don't have any sympathy for him, though, because he knowingly pursued a woman in a committed relationship, so all he got was a visit from his new friend Karma. So, screw him.

"But I think you need to stay single or get help. Nothing wrong with being promiscuous if that's what you like, as long as your partners are single too, and no innocent parties get screwed. But if you want love, true love, you have to deal with what makes you so horny for strange cock... babe."