The Ex

So, he decided to trade me in for a younger model. My name is Sandra, but my friends call me Sandy. I'm forty years old, five foot eight, slim, blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. I can still make men's heads turn as I walk into a room. I had lived with David for ten years. He is a successful middle management wanker. Sorry, I meant banker! He's good looking, six foot tall, brown hair and brown eyes and designer stubble. Women are attracted to him like flies around an open jam jar. He was an amazing lover, and the sex between us was out of this world.

My job is a corporate planner. Great status and money. It involves some continental travelling and five star hotels. I had many opportunities to be unfaithful, but valued our relationship so much. He would never have known, but I would. And I couldn't have lived with myself, the guilt would have been too much for me.

Two months ago I arrived back from Europe a day earlier than expected. At 6.30am I arrived at our London apartment. I knew David had a few days off, and I silently entered. In the lounge I stripped naked. I couldn't wait to slip into bed beside David, I was contemplating waking him with a blow job. The bedroom door was slightly open. I approached the bed on tiptoes and pulled the duvet back. And there was David, lying on his side, naked, with his arms around a woman who was also naked.

I switched the main light on which woke them up. I totally forgot I was nude.

As David rubbed his eyes, the woman pulled the duvet up to cover her breasts.

I said, "Who the fuck is that?"

David said, "It's not what it looks like."

I shouted, "Don't you fucking dare. Get out! Get out now!"

The woman was panicking as she struggled to get her flimsy underwear on. David quickly dressed.

I looked at him and in a low voice said, "How could you? And in our bed! You fucking bastard. Take your fucking whore with you."

For a brief moment I felt sorry for the woman who was clearly embarrassed. But quickly dismissed that thought, as I realised she was his secretary. I'd often spoken to her before on the phone, and met her twice at office parties.

I screamed, "GET OUT! GET OUT!"

They left. I stayed standing in the bedroom, then realising I was still naked, I got dressed. I sat at the kitchen table and sobbed my heart out. I was in a daze. I took a few days off, everything felt so strange, the apartment had many trigger points, books we'd bought for each other, ornaments we'd bought together, his clothes, photos etc.

After a couple of days I pulled myself together, I got some black plastic bags and filled them with David's belongings and clothes and took them all to the charity shop. It took a couple of days back and forth. They were impressed with the high quality of the clothes. David thought nothing about buying a plain white shirt for £250.

I decided I didn't want to immediately go back to work. I was financially comfortable to be able to take a year out. I had other things I needed to do.

David was bombarding me with texts, voicemails and phoning. I listened to the voicemails but didn't respond. They were all about how sorry he was, and it was a mistake, a one off etc. He also wanted to come round to pick up his things, which would have been awkward as I had been thorough clearing everything that was his out. I even threw his toothbrush in the bin.

I had an urge to get my own back. I thought I should give myself to something I could have had many times before, but had always resisted as I didn't want to ruin our relationship. I became a hotel whore. I planned what I would require. A makeup box, some stylish clothes and some sexy lingerie.

I only selected five star hotels. After a few trials I worked out the best time was when the hotel was hosting a conference. Guaranteed full of many men without their wives. I also worked out if one sat alone at the bar for a few nights running, hotel staff would wonder if you were a prostitute and ask you to leave. It happened twice to me.

The best way to insert my self, (so to speak) was to deeply research the business holding the conference. Then pick the largest department and pretend to be a new employee, just started last week. Be armed with all the top managers names and have a good knowledge about the business. By the end of my research, I probably knew more about the business than the real actual employees.

After the few trials I was ready. I had to book so far in advance as the rooms were soon snapped up. The first one was a international Telecoms company. I sat away from the bar, otherwise too likely to be recognised by the bar staff. I have my laptop with me, in fact writing these very words now. I have a copy of the company newsletter beside me. I'd stolen a lanyard somebody had left in the ladies. I'd removed the card id and flushed it away. If anyone asked, I'd lost it, and waiting for a new one. I drank non alcoholic wine. Disgusting! but it looked real. I was wearing a black short leather skirt, black stockings and a tight fitting white blouse which was see through. No bra. My nipples and areolas prominently on display.

It took about thirty minutes. There was a group of three men standing at the bar, laughing and joking with each other and glancing towards me regularly. One of them approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I accepted and asked him to join me. I noticed when he returned with the drinks he had removed his wedding ring at the bar. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was so excited, but also nervous. I asked him what he did and where he was based? This allowed me to pick a company site further away. He asked me what role I had in the company? This was the test of my cover story. I had rehearsed it so many times, and it went perfectly. Of course my previous employment helped with the back story.

He was a nice guy, pleasant enough to talk to. I switched on tactile mode. I laughed at his jokes, I touched his arms and legs, he started touching my legs, his hands getting higher until he was touching my inner thighs under my leather skirt. I went to the ladies and in the cubicle I inserted my fingers into my pussy. It was dripping wet. I smeared my juices around my neck and the top of my breasts. A trick I'd learnt from a story I had read on Literotica.

I returned to the bar. I sat next to him and whispered in his ear about how loud and busy the bar was getting. I heard his sharp intake of breath. I didn't need to whisper, it was a way of getting close enough so he would smell the pheromones I'd wiped over my neck and breasts.

I said, "Let's go to somewhere quieter, do you fancy joining me in my room? If yes bring a bottle of Champagne with you, my room number is 407"

I left him in the bar and went to my room, not sure if I had baited him or not?

I needn't have worried. Ten minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. He came in, opened the Champagne and poured two glasses. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside me indicating he should sit there.

He was obviously very nervous, his hands were shaking so much I was afraid he'd spill the Champagne. But he sat beside me. I asked him to unbutton my blouse. He actually licked his lips when he saw my breasts. I stood up, side on to him and he undid the zip on my skirt. I didn't have knickers on. I did a little twirl for him.

My shaved pussy had droplets of liquid glistening in the light. No other man had seen me naked apart from David over the last ten years. It was very sexually arousing. My figure was still good, spending as many hours in the gym as I could had paid off. My breasts were still firm and pert.

He said, "Oh my god! you look stunning."

I took his hand and pulled him upright. I knelt before him, and as he took his shirt off I unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers and pants down in one move. His cock bounced up and down.

I'd had quite a few relationships before I met David, even a few one night stands. So I've seen a lot of cocks. This one wasn't anything special, about average size, but it was nice looking. He clearly trimmed his pubic hair. His foreskin covered his glans. I pulled his foreskin back, he had washed it before coming to my room, I could smell the soap. A dribble of precum leaked from the tip and as I licked it up he shuddered. The taste not unpleasant, slightly sweet. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him towards me until his balls were on my chin. I greedily sucked on his cock and balls as he caressed my breasts, and pinched my erect nipples. After a few minutes he stopped me. I crawled onto the bed and lay back with my legs apart. He came between my thighs and his tongue licked my inner thighs working his way closer to my wet pussy lips. He dipped his fingers in and out of my cunt. This man was so gentle, using his hands so sensually exploring my whole body, I felt myself building up to a climax. His tongue was sucking on my clitoris, and suddenly BANG! I orgasmed so powerfully I showered him with my juices. His head was soaking wet. I had two more mini orgasms within a couple of minutes. He lay behind me, his erect penis against my buttocks, and he cupped my breasts in his hands. He nuzzled his head against my neck, giving me butterfly kisses.

I said, "Do you want to make love to me?"

He replied, "Yes, you are so beautiful, I'd love to."

He took my hand and took me to a chair, he placed my hands on the back of the chair so I was bending over. He gently pushed my legs apart. He stood behind me, I could feel the tip of his penis on my pussy lips. He slowly inserted his cock into my wet pussy until his balls were resting on my arse. I bent a bit further down pushing my bottom backwards. He brought his hands around me to play with my breasts as his cock went in and out. I was grunting on each forward thrust. In this position I orgasmed easily, after fifteen minutes and three orgasms, his cock started throbbing as he came inside of me. He laid me on the bed and cuddled up to me. We fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, he had gone. He'd left a note by the kettle. It simply said, "Thank you xx" I had breakfast brought up to the room. I thought I'd feel guilty, but I didn't, I felt liberated.

When I got home I researched for new conventions and booked into a couple of hotels in a months time.

I hired a private investigator (PI) to follow David around. I gave him all the details he would need, car registration, work address etc. After two weeks he made an appointment to see me. He'd accumulated a lot of information, photos and even videos of David. His secretary's name was Paula. I'd sort of knew that, but had forgotten. The evidence presented showed David had moved in with her. There were videos of them eating in restaurants together, frequent kissing and other signs of attraction, like arm around the waist etc.

I said, "How easy would it be to get into her property?"

The PI replied, "I wouldn't do that, it's breaking and entering. I'd loose my licence."

I said, "Not you, I want to get in there. How would I get in?"

The PI said, "Oh right, that's easy. The only lock on the door is a Yale. If you've got an old out of date credit card I'll show you how on your lock."

It didn't take long to get the knack of it. After ten minutes I could open the door as smoothly as if I was using the key.

I then surprised him by asking if he knew anyway of getting a gun?

The PI said, "You don't want to go down that path, it will ruin your life as well as theirs. Just possessing one is a twenty year sentence, even without ammunition."

We discussed various other possibilities, and I agreed to a taser. He said he'd bring one round the next day.

On the following Saturday, the PI drove me to Paula's address. We parked a few houses down and staked out the address. I was wearing dark sunglasses and a headscarf. We saw David leave and half an hour later Paula left. I went to exit the car but the PI said to wait. He explained when people leave a property it's quite likely they return if they've forgotten anything. But after fifteen minutes they probably wouldn't bother.

I left it twenty minutes to be certain then approached Paula's front door, within seconds I had it open. The apartment was much smaller than mine. Just a single bathroom. As I wandered around there were many photographs in frames of David and Paula. Some were years old. He'd obviously been having an affair with Paula for a long time. In a desk drawer I found a collection of love letters between them. Promising undying love for each other. I made a coffee and started reading them. I was chain smoking, David hated the smell of smoke and always made me go outside. In a few letters David told Paula we hadn't had sex for years. And that wasn't true.

The apartment was messy, very untidy, things strewn around, days of washing up in the sink, rubbish bins overflowing. David would have hated it if our apartment looked like that.

I went to the only bedroom, crumpled bed sheets and dirty clothes on the floor. I did a bit of preparation then went back to the lounge. I watched TV, read some magazines. I was getting bored.

I jumped up as I heard a key in the lock. I stood behind the lounge door.

Paula called out, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

As she stepped into the lounge I pushed the door as hard as I could, the door hit Paula on the side of her head and she fell to the floor unconscious. I dragged her to the bedroom and stripped her naked. I studied her figure, it was not as good as mine, a bit lumpy in places, and her tits were sagging. I hauled her up onto the bed. It was an effort, she wasn't as tall as me but much heavier. Using the ties I'd placed there earlier I tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. I looked at her, she was in a perfect star shape. Her pubic hair was a tangled bush of gray. I was surprised as David hated any pubic hair. He even shaved himself smooth, or mostly got me to do it for him.

Paula was coming round. She was moaning and moving her head from side to side. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

Paula said, "You! What the fuck are you doing here?"

She went to get up then realised she was tied to the bed. She started shouting for help but I was prepared for that, I stuffed a pair of her dirty knickers in her mouth and used one of David's ties to keep them in place. I sat between her thighs.

I said, "I feel sorry for your breasts, you are so much younger than me but you have the tits of an eighty year old, just saggy bags of flesh."

I pulled my jumper up and showed her my tits. I said, "Perhaps your breasts looked like mine many years ago. And what an ugly cunt you've got, it looks like a kebab, flaps of meat all over the place. And your gray pubic hair, looks like a messy birds nest. I wonder what David's cock finds so attractive about it? Let's have a feel what it's like shall we?"

Paula's eyes widened and a muffled "No, no" escaped around her gag. I put two fingers in her pussy. She squirmed.

I said, "Oh my god! So dry. You must use pints of lubrication before his dick can get in there!"

As I continued to finger fuck her, she began to get moist, her breathing became more rapid, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started thrusting her hips up to get my fingers deeper inside her.

I said, "Oh look, the cheating bitch loves a bit of lesbian sex. I wonder if David knows?"

She was on the edge of orgasm, so I stopped. I waited a few minutes then did it again. And again, for about half an hour. If she wasn't restrained she'd be climbing up the walls by now. I reached into my bag and took out a seven inch vibrator. I'd tried it out the previous night and got very wet when I used it. I hadn't washed it and put it to Paula's nose to sniff it. Then I plunged it into her cunt. I switched it on and used gaffa tape to keep it in place. Some gaffa tape 'accidentally' stuck to her pubic hair.

I said, "You've wanted to orgasm so much, now you can really go for it girl."

Within a couple of minutes she had her first orgasm, followed by many more. The bed was soaking with her juices. She started drifting in and out of consciousness. Waking each time she orgasmed. Paula was writhing with each orgasm, and then the buzzing sound of the vibrator stopped. Whether it got too hot, too wet or the batteries ran out, I didn't know, but it had done its job.

I then heard the front door open,

David in a sing song voice shouted out, "Hi honey, daddies home." Just like he used to for me.

He came in to the bedroom and froze trying to take it all in. He jumped when he realised it was me standing beside the bed.

David said, "What the fuck has been going on?"

He looked at Paula on the bed, her whole body was glistening with sweat.

He said, "What have you done with her? If you've hurt her I'll, I'll...."

His voice trailed off as the red dot from the taser rested on Paula's right breast.

I said, "I haven't hurt her, it was the door I accidentally closed too fast that hurt her, apart from that she's had a very orgasmic time. And this in my hand is a taser stun gun, and I will use it if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do. Now, take your clothes off."

It wasn't the type of taser which shoots out the wires, it's more of a stun gun. You hold it against the skin or even the outer clothing of your opponent and it puts them immediately on the ground. I stayed close to Paula, within an arms length. She was conscious now and looking at David despairingly.

David took his clothes off. "Oh look at that little willy, no excitement at seeing you naked Paula. Come closer David."

I moved the taser onto David's balls. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. After two minutes it was erect.

I turned to Paula and said, "See, I bet you can't get him that erect so quickly. David, get on the bed and I want to watch you fuck her."

I held the taser against his skin. As he got on the bed the matress was so wet it made squelching noises. He tried carefully to remove the gaffa tape, but Paula screamed through her gag as chunks of her pubic hair came out. He removed the vibrator. He put the tip of his cock on her pussy lips and she pissed herself. David waited for her to finish then pushed his cock inside of her. She silently screamed as his balls slapped against her buttocks. I held the taser on his balls. I easily recognised when he was about to cum. He sped up, then six deep thrusts and stopped as he pumped his cum in her cunt. At that exact moment I triggered the taser against his balls. He screamed and convulsed, as did Paula. I hadn't realised that by firing the stun gun at the exact point he was deep inside her, it would send an electric shock through his cock into her cunt. Bonus! result!

They lay together, both soaking wet with sweat and piss. The shock had made David piss in her cunt at the same time he was ejaculating.

They had both passed out.

My work here was done.

At the next hotel convention I met a lovely man. He was divorced and we had a great time together for three days. He refused sex even after me trying very hard to seduce him. We swapped phone numbers and talked on face time every evening. We went away for the odd weekend together, he always booked two separate rooms. We stayed in the bar until midnight, he'd walk me to my room. A quick kiss on the cheek and then he went to his room. We would FaceTime for an hour then sleep and meet at breakfast. After six months he proposed to me. I accepted, and after another six months we were married. That night was the first time we had sex, and it was worth the wait.

As for David and Paula? They separated ages ago. I have no idea where they are now, and frankly, I don't care.