Overheard conversation leads to payback. [FM]

I knew she wouldn't be at home, she was always at the office and Alex would be working from home as usual. It was one of those peculiar 'friendships' where we always seemed to be competing against each other for looks, clothes, men, careers etc and I felt that Jenny always looked down on me, maybe even saw me as a rival.
Over the years though I'd always got on relatively well with her fiancé Alex, spending time together in our social group of couples. So when I knocked on their posh, city centre apartment door he had a look of surprise and confusion etched on his face as I smiled at him and let myself in to their gorgeous home.

I'd overheard the conversation as I returned from the bathroom, the men stood vaping in the smoking section of the beer garden. It was Saturday evening and I was part of a group of seven other couples. The way that they talked about my body, about how dirty they both thought I really was, how my quiet, shy demeanour was just a front to hide the fact that I'm a slut, shocked me initially. They called me fake, cheap, nasty and desperate, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Their words stung a little, but fuck, did they turn me on. They laughed at my husband, saying what a nightmare it must be living with such an easy wife, a woman who would wilfully and regularly give in to her sexual needs. I didn't even know who the other guy talking to Alex was, but the fact that he had an opinion of me being a cock loving bitch flicked a switch and made me desperate for release. If I could have cum right there, right then, the following situation could have been avoided. Hubby was at the bar chatting away with another couple as I listened to these two men talk about how big my tits were and how they thought I'd give incredible head. How they had heard rumours that I had been a total whore at college, all true facts. I'd dressed inappropriately as usual. My short baby blue gingham dress, cut just below my bum complimented my tanned, freshly shaven legs. My pussy was also clean shaven and hidden away in a tiny pair of white cotton panties. The front of the dress was straining, a couple of buttons at the top were continually popping open revealing too much cleavage and my white lacy bra was clearly visible. Jenny had already mentioned that the dress made me look curvy, her bitchy way of implying I looked fat, but I knew that I looked hot. A few glasses of wine later, combined with the beautiful hot summer sunshine meant that I was enjoying the blatant stares from most men in the pub. This was why I had chosen the outfit, for men to want me, to imagine undressing me and using my body for their own pleasure. Fuck, this feeling was so powerful and arousing. I craved physical contact and it would not have taken very much at all to give me a much needed orgasm. But it never came.

When I heard Alex finally say that I needed a really good fucking to put me in my place my mind was made up instantly. I listened to him saying how Jenny would bad mouth me about the clothes I wore, about how I constantly and embarrassingly flirted with all the men in our group before I walked past them and smiled, cutting their conversation dead. I stared at Alex, expressionless, obviously running my eyes down his fit body and taking a long, hard stare at his groin before joining the rest of our friends in the beer garden. I over exaggerated my walk knowing full well that they were both staring at my arse and legs and I wiggled my hips and bum more than was necessary just to reinforce their opinions that I was desperate for male attention.

Tuesday afternoon now and I make myself comfortable in their kitchen as Alex mumbles something about Jenny not being home. I cut him short by telling him that I heard everything that him and the other guy were saying about me on Saturday night and his face goes white, he stops rambling on and he just stares at me. His view is of me sat on a high kitchen stool, long summer dress this time and strappy sandals, again inches of cleavage on display, my tits slightly sticky with sweat from the warm afternoon sun. I continue to tell him that he shouldn't be talking about women in this way, I'm kind of telling him off but in a flirtatious way, my right hand has already hitched my dress above my knees as I swing gently from side to side on the stool and uncross my legs. There are photos of him and Jenny everywhere, they're so fucking vain. She's taller than me and much slimmer, her athletic figure all long legs and no bust. They're both gym addicts and I can't relate to them at all. As I untie my hair and shake it loose over my shoulders I undo three buttons of my dress and the weight of my tits forces the dress wide open, popping more buttons until it falls off me. My bra today is sheer and my nipples are thick and hard.

Standing in his work from home attire of a polo shirt and boxer shorts, he's now so uncomfortable, I almost squirm on his behalf but it's my pussy that's really driving this tension. I repeat the words to him that I'd heard. Fake and cheap, I raise my arse slightly and pull my dress out from underneath me. Nasty and desperate, the dress is now almost completely off and I spread my thighs slowly so that he has a clear view of my little pink cunt. He's such a dull guy in real life, cute but boring, and he's now shifting uncomfortably from side to side, one hand attempting to cover his prick which is starting to harden in his shorts. The tension is ridiculous and now I'm slowly running my hands over my chest pinching my nipples, I'm horny to the point now of being reckless. He's fucking clueless to the point of being annoying.

Finally, he gets the memo and as he steps towards me I can see the outline of his hard cock clearly through his boxer shorts. I tell him to show me his dick, his shorts drop to the floor and he steps out of them. Lose the shirt I order him and as he does so I take in his tight, muscular and hairy chest. His cock is average in size, slightly disappointing compared to the rest of his great body but it's so hard that the veins on his shaft are throbbing. No words are spoken, he's looking around nervously completely unsure what to do and I know that yet another guy has fallen for me. There is little thought towards his fiancé, my so called friend, as he steps between my open thighs and he begins to rub the head of his cock between my sticky lips. I'm close to an orgasm already, that's the only reason I'm here and I let out a loud sigh as he raises my legs over his shoulders making me slide down the stool, my body his to use.

Fuck me, I whisper and with one push his prick slips inside me making a loud squelching sound. To be honest it's a little underwhelming, I need to be be filled deep, stretched wide but I'm so wet that his average cock doesn't hit the spot but he's oblivious to this and groaning and grunting as she stares at my body. I pull my bra down to let my tits free and they start to bounce everywhere as he begins to fuck me. And then he tenses and stops, his prick as deep as he can manage inside me before he tries to step away from me. No fucking chance! I pull him back with my legs, my hands holding his hips as tight as I can and he cries out. It's a long, almost pained shout as I feel his cock pulse inside me and spurt after spurt of hot cum begins to fill me up. I'm so fucking close myself but he's another guy in a very long list who just doesn't have what it takes to satisfy me.

Pathetic I tell him, fucking pathetic that he hasn't lasted longer than three minutes. The entire mood has now changed and as I release him, his semi erect prick slips out of me and some of his spunk drips on to the kitchen floor. The rest of his load trickles from my pussy and dribbles between my arse cheeks. He can't look at me now as I scold him for being an unfaithful bastard, for not making me cum while I rub my clit faster and finger myself but I know it's not going to happen now. I give up, feeling angry and frustrated at his lack of control and his immature stamina. As we both get dressed in awkward silence his phone rings. It's Jenny saying how she saw me at their door on the doorbell camera, asking if everything is ok. I don't hear his explanation as I'm already heading out of the apartment.