I don’t know why I came or even stayed so long. It was bad enough stepping into my old house for my daughter’s graduation party. But seeing my ex-wife Hannah and her new husband Barry acting like the generous hosts fried my ass. Especially using the pool I’d put in to host the party in a Hawaiian Lau themed gala.
It was my money that built all this, I thought.
Forty hour weeks, overtime when I could get it had allowed me to fix the house up. What did I get for my hard work? A divorce. This waste gift I got from a spiteful, money-grubbing wife who had been sleeping with my foreman from work for two years. For my troubles I got a new apartment and child support payments for our youngest. I swear they got married just to throw this party and her infidelity in my face. I consoled myself by watching Babs enjoying herself amid friends and family made it bearable. Barbara (ever Babs the Bunny, a childhood nickname I gave her) seemed happy and at ease. Robert (our youngest) was playing upstairs on his new video game console (a present from “Uncle” Barry).
“You’re Barbie’s dad, right?” a voice interrupted my thoughts.
Turning around I saw a gorgeous redhead with dark, mysterious eyes standing behind me. Dressed in a black bikini top which was struggling to contain the ample bounty she possessed. A flower print sarong was wrapped around her hips. The tropical flower in her hair completed the ensemble. She had some fruity alcoholic drink in her hand. She was younger than me by about ten years if I was guessing right. She seemed familiar.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I answered.
“I’m Andie, short for Andrea,” she said introducing herself.
“Nice to meet you Andie. I’m Carl.”
“Great party, huh?”
Staring into her eyes I got the exact meaning of the phrase she’d said. It was nothing short of biting sarcasm. Still a nagging thought kept telling me I knew this woman.
“Got your invitation through the U.S. Revenge Mail too?” I said in a low voice.
“Probably right beside yours,” Andie replied.
“I’m Barry’s ex-wife. I was also your daughter’s English teacher her senior year.”
“I remember you now! Ms. Sanders… sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“Barbara wanted me to come—even told me to ignore her new step-daddy.”
“Babs doesn’t like Barry much.”
“He’s like mold, he grows on you. Of course then he just makes you sick.”
“Sounds like my ex,” I said with a chuckle.
She laughed. It was a nice sound full of life and yet a twinge of sorrow.
“Paid for all this, did you?” Andie asked.
“The festivities or the house?” I replied.
“Yes, did all the work myself.”
“Doesn’t seem fair she got the palace and you got the boot.”
“Damn right it doesn’t.”
“Wanna do something about it?”
She was toying with the corner of her lip with a fingernail. The gesture could’ve been anything, but the glint of desire in her eyes destroyed any doubt about the nature of her suggestion. Andie was on the prowl. I hoped she wasn’t picking me up here and now just to piss off Barry. I don’t play those games.
“I don’t follow you,” I said. “And if this is just to make the ex jealous…”
“No, that’s not it at all,” Andie said, “I bought that bastard a hot tub before we divorced a year ago. Guess where it is now?”
I knew already. A late night call a few weeks ago from Babs told me everything. My daughter wove a tale about needing to use the bathroom one night only to walk in on step-daddy soaking in the buff. Barry went so far as to ask her to join him. Only prison time and never seeing my kids again kept me from driving over and killing the pervert. I would’ve told Hannah but she’d just say I was lying. Instead I bought Babs a nice, big can of mace.
“What are you suggesting?” I said.
“Barry has been telling anyone who’ll listen about how they use the tub every night,” Andie said. “I thought turn-about would be fair play. You paid for the house and I bought the tub. They owe us. Big Time.”
Then she smiled. It was a sexy grin which made me laugh almost without realizing it.
“You hardly know me,” I said.
“You’re very sexy, I’m horny and it’s not like I can’t see you checking me out. Besides, I think it’d be hysterical for them to wallow in what we leave behind. Don’t you?”
“What the hell,” I said, “you only live once, right?”
“Outliving your enemies is the greatest revenge,” Andie said with a smirk.
“Sabotage not withstanding?”
“Come on, nobody’s looking… let’s go.”
I followed her into the house away from the partying crowd. The sway of her ass, her freckled shoulders and Andie’s brazen offer making me feel both nervous and excited. We went upstairs into the big bathroom I’d remodeled two years ago. Andie shut the door.
“Are you sure…,” I started to say.
She kissed me. It was a hard, hungry kiss taking me both by surprise and stealing my breath. The sarong hit the floor in a puddle around her ankles. She wasted no time in removing my Hawaiian shirt and running her hands up and down my chest.
“No talk,” she said in a husky voice.
She reached back and popped the catch on her top while I kicked off my flip-flops. When I looked up she was naked.
Andie liked to lie out in the sun. But the white flesh hidden by her bikini stood out in stark contrast to her tanned flesh. She was a caramel and vanilla treat. Breasts large enough but not ridiculously fake. Andie’s pussy was trimmed in a small landing strip, an arrow pointing to her pouting labia. I stood there in stunned silence.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I said gasping.
She moved back into my arms and kissed me. I felt her hands tugging down my swim trunks and accidentally touching my now-stiff cock.
“My, he’s a healthy one,” Andie said with a chuckle.
“Thanks,” I said but just barely.
“This is going to be more fun than I imagined.”
We climbed into the hot tub amid the steaming bubbles and churning water. I caressed her tits, flicking her nipples and making her groan. She groped my junk, the pad of her thumb slow to drag across the head of my cock.
“Fuck me,” Andie said, “we haven’t much time.”
“Such language from an English teacher,” I said.
“I like to talk dirty, so what. It’ll be grammatically correct, trust me.”
“I promise not to grade you.”
I wanted more than wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Foreplay (my specialty) would’ve been nice but she didn’t want it. I began to wonder if this was more than just tainting the waters to get back at our ex-spouses. I sat down on the chair-like ledge, parted my legs a bit and leaned back. Andie, in all her naked glory waded through the bubbles and squatted down on my lap.
My meat sank into her like they were designed for one another.
“Oh,” Andie said in a half-moan, “I needed this… a nice, big fat cock.”
“Jesus, your language has deteriorated,” I joked.
“S-shut up and fuck my brains out.”
She was tight, hot and greedy in her desire. She began rising and falling on me, slow at first making her tits bobble and shake. I grabbed the bouncing breasts, nuzzled one of her nipples making her head fall back with a gasp. She rode me faster. Water splashed up each time she sank onto my cock. Andie leaned forward, her lips greedily seeking my own.
“Oh yes…,” she breathed, “fuck me, Carl … fuck me like you mean it.”
“Are you… shit, h-how can you do that?” I stammered, her cunt contracting like a squeezing fist on my shaft.
“P-practice… at night… my v-vibrator…”
Andie was slamming herself on my groin. She rose up, water flying into the air leaving rainbow colored drops to splatter back down in the hot tub. The waves we were making began washing over the hot tub’s sides.
I wanted more.
Lifting her off my lap I bent her over the side of the tub and spread apart her legs. Round, firm and beautiful her ass parted to display the folds of her pouting pussy. I pushed my cock into that crevice and buried it to the hilt in her steaming snatch. Andie let out a long drawn-out sigh.
“Oooooh… yessss,” she murmured.
Snaking my shaft into her, slow at first and soon drivingwith an abandon I didn’t know I possessed. The water splashed up around her hips, between our bodies and up over the tub. Reaching around I grabbed her tits and began squeezing her engorged nipples. I felt her fingers against my cock. Andie was stroking her clit like a woman deranged.
“Oh yes,” she said in a squeal, “fuck me… you gotta f-fuck me f-faster!”
“Take it, baby,” I answered without thinking.
I impaled her as rapidly as I could. Andie’s upper half hung over the ledge, raising her hips and allowing me to go deeper. Her words descended into animalistic growls of carnal need. “Oh! Fuck! I can’t believe it!” she screamed.
I felt her pussy go spastic, convulsing in trembling shudders. Her legs and thighs shook like palm trees in a hurricane. The grip on my cock began summoning forth my own climatic ending. She must’ve felt me about to cum. Pushing me away with a backwards thrust of her hips she made me exit her spastic pussy.
“N-not in me,” she gasped. “In the t-tub!”
She sank to her knees and I watched the waves wash over her breasts. She pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking it like a mad woman. I couldn’t hold back. I felt my shaft swell, thicken and feel like it was about to explode. As I lost my control she jerked her head away and pumped my meat with her small fist. Arc after arc of my spunk shot out and began mingling in the boiling, sloshing water. Andie jerked me dry. On wobbly legs I managed to struggle out of her grip and lean against the side of the tub.
“Let’s clean this place up,” Andie said with a grin.
Climbing out of the tub I went over to the cupboard and tossed her some towels. We began mopping up the spilled water as fast as we could. It took ten minutes to hide the fact we’d been there.
“Carl,” Andie said, “I know we just did this to piss off our exs…”
“Andie,” I replied, “I’d love to take you out and wine and dine you.”
“As long as you sixty-nine me afterwards.”
Reaching over she stroked my limp and sensitive cock. I reciprocated by snaking a finger into her quivering snatch. Her eyes closed for a moment and she shivered with delight.
“Next Saturday? Or would Friday be better?” I asked.
“After this? You’d better make it Wednesday,” Andie answered, “I’m not going to be able to behave myself if I have to wait a day longer. I might just show up at your apartment with only a coat on.”
“Jesus, you’re bold!”
“I know—but why waste words and time? I prefer to get to the good parts. And that, Carl is a very good part you have.”
“I can understand that but why me?”
“You’re hot. During parent/teachers conferences I tried to figure out how to ask you to my place.”
“So this is more than revenge?”
We laughed and watched my seed swirl in the water. I knew Andie’s pussy juices were mingling in there as well. I hoped Robert and Hannah enjoyed a nice long soak in our specially brewed water.
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Christopher Newman has been a resident of Trumbull County all of his fifty years. Currently he resides in Niles, Ohio with his wife and two sons. A lifelong fan of sci-fi, sword-and-sorcery, horror, mystery, and erotica Chris has been reading and writing since he was first able to do both. You can find more about him at www.christophercnewman.wordpress.com.