Then I'd noticed that one of the Summer House patio doors was ajar. My eyes had widened again. Jesus, if they'd gone inside for privacy this must have been really serious between them! I'd hurried forward, down the grassy bank until I'd reached the wooden hut. Then I'd paused again, indecision fighting it's way to the fore again. I'd looked around and spotted a side window, partially covered by a vine. It had looked like a good place to check out the inside before storming in and exacting retribution!
When I'd reached the window and peeped in, my worst fears had been confirmed. The room inside was fairly large, covered in wooden floorboards, a bookcase along the opposite wall, a small tea table by the door and a couple of wicker lounge chairs in one corner. In the centre though had been a comfortable looking chaise-lounge on an old, rather threadbare throw down carpet. And locked together still on the dull red carpet stood MY Jamie and that evil bitch! The kiss had been on-going when I'd spotted them, but almost on cue they paused for breath , breathing hard. Maybe there was still a chance to draw back, and I'd been searching for a glint of doubt, of guilt maybe in his eyes, but all I'd seen had been lust and desire!
As they pulled reluctantly apart I saw her trapped bosoms heaving inside her lacy bra. But not for long as she dragged her dress over her shoulders and let it crumple to her waist. Like any young stupid man, his eyes had widened and his mouth opened at the sight of her semi naked top. She'd not paused though and her hands had twisted behind her in one smooth movement, unhooking her bra clasp under her tumbling black hair and releasing the cups that had only just been controlling her taut 34b's in the first place. As the flimsy material had fallen to the floor though she'd pulled her shoulders back and stared challengingly back at him, totally oblivious to my presence, her beautiful breasts totally bare. The large, light brown areolas looking like they were throbbing with desire and her darker nipples had stood out pertly, pointing straight at him, almost as if they were challenging him to do something about them!
So the rotten cad had! With a strangled grunt he'd stepped up to her, hands opening to cup her firm flesh. She'd watched him approach with a triumphant smile, but she'd closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath as she'd felt his hands caress her prize boobs, sliding sensuously over their taut curves until eventually his fingers latched onto those pert nipples. She gasped as he squeezed and twisted and pulled at them, gently at first and then, quickly, more urgently!
It had been another moment of distress for me, because, apart from having to accept that my boyfriend had the self control of a worm, my own taut 32b's had started to tingle inside my bra cups in sympathy as part of my mind imagined the feel of those tantalising fingers on my nipples! I'd felt ridiculous, and impotent, and flustered at the same moment!
Then his eyes, almost hypnotised by her breasts, had finally dragged themselves up to hers and he held her gaze as his head slowly dropped so that his lips could finally share the fun as he drew a stiff nipple into his mouth and began to suckle on it. This time her head shot back in ecstasy as his tongue and teeth got to work at her, and I'd gasped out loud in frustration! Those gorgeous lips should have been teasing my own hardened nips! Luckily they'd been much too busy enjoying each other to hear me!
Fortunately (maybe!) this peculiar torture for me hadn't gone on too long and I'd managed to resist the urge to squeeze my own breasts for some relief. After he'd given both of her nipples a good working over and she'd started to moan with the pleasure of it he'd dropped onto his knees and quickly undone the rest of the dress buttons, dragging the material away from her and leaving her standing there like an absolute sex-pot! She'd been wearing a matching bottle green suspender belt and bikini briefs, the suspenders attached tautly to a pair of sheer grey stockings that hugged her thighs to within a couple of inches of her prominent mound.
The imbecile had made a kind of animal like sound of appreciation before his thumbs had slipped into the waistband of her tight briefs and started to drag them down, over her hips and gradually exposing her trimmed, black bush, and then her throbbing dark slit, just a few inches from his hungry eyes! He'd pulled her pants half way down her thighs before the weakling had been unable to resist any longer and his fingers lifted to cup her welcoming, hot mound and bush. This time her moan of pleasure had been audible to me and I'd gripped the edge of the window in impotent frustration. But for some reason that I still don't understand, even though I was witnessing a red-hot act of betrayal, I'd not been able to bring myself to act ... or to leave!
His fingers had soon got busy between her legs , teasing open the lips of her sex and exploring her inner folds and sensitive skin. It had been yet more torture for me, because I'd known from previous experience every move they'd made, felt every touch and caress. It had been galling to realise that I was probably getting just as wet between my legs as she was! Quickly she'd reached down though and guided his head into position so that he could get his lips into action, widening her stance slightly to open herself even more to him! I'd had to positively fight the urge to let my hand drift down and tend to the throbbing excitement that had begun to radiate out from between my own strained legs.
I'd been able to tell when his tongue had quickly got to work on her clit by the sudden shudder that ran through her and the way that her eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure engulfed her. She'd rocked under the onslaught, just like I'd done so often in the past, and he'd gripped her bare buttocks tightly from behind to stabilise her! She'd not stood it for long though. A flash of desire had spread over her face as she finally pulled his head away from her fiery slit. She'd been breathing really hard and for a ridiculous moment I'd wondered if she was going to pull out of this at the last minute. 'Ridiculous' in the extreme!
She'd just told him that she'd had enough foreplay and she wanted him IN HER! She'd laid back on the chaise, one leg bent and foot on the carpet, the other she'd lifted and draped over the side. It left her slit totally gaping, every detail staring him, and me, in the eyes, her pink hole moist and glistening, as ready for action as it ever could be!
And my soon-to be-ex beau had been totally ready and willing, quickly stripping off his clothes and releasing that impressive cock of his. It was already stretched to its full, magnificent size and totally rigid, veins bulging. I'd sobbed a little as he'd almost jumped onto the cushions between her splayed out legs and fed himself up to her practically pulsating opening. He'd paused for just a second, perhaps checking that Patsy was really ready for this. It had been an unnecessary. She'd been ready for ages, and she'd pushed up her hips back at him to prove it!
Then his buttocks had tightened and he'd driven himself straight into her, deep and hard!
That was the moment when I'd finally managed to shut my eyes, grimacing as, in my mind, I'd 'felt' his familiar member penetrating my hot little lair as well!
It had been so surreal! How could my stupid body possibly have responded that way to such an act of betrayal!
I'd swallowed hard, thought about watching them fucking, but finally couldn't stand any more punishment and I'd torn myself away. I'd managed to avoid my friends and relatives as I'd stumbled back to the hotel building and more or less kept my composure until I was in my (our!) room where I'd collapsed onto the soft bed and broken down into a sobbing heap. After almost two years of bliss with Jamie, it had felt like my world had collapsed.
4.A Tinge of Revenge
However, deep down I'm no cry-baby ,and the feelings of grief and self pity had quickly given way to anger and fury. I'd marched down to reception and returned with a big, sharp pair of scissors and proceeded to shred all his clothes. I'd then thrown his other belongings into his case and piled the strips of clothing on top, just inside the doorway.
When he'd finally returned an hour later with a cheery "Hey Jan baby are you in here, Peter told me
that you've arrived early. I've been looking for ...oh!"
He'd clocked the pile of his belongings on the floor, and I'd arranged for his favourite shirt, shredded style, to be on top! I'd been sat on the bed, gradually seething away as I'd waited impatiently for the inevitable. My expression had been stony in the extreme!
"Hey...what?!"
Immediately I'd known from his guilty look that 'he knew that I knew' so to speak. It hadn't stopped him trying to talk his way out of it though but in the middle of a whole string of excuses, platitudes and a bit of pleading I'd stood up purposefully, silently, furiously, sharp scissors still in hand. He'd taken one more look at the expression on my face, then the scissors again and he'd grabbed what he could and fled the scene with a departing oath. Thank God really, because just killing him wasn't even close to what I'd been thinking of using the scissors for!
