a woman betrayed finds thebest sex in the arms of her lesbian friend

The Best - by Anna

After I had caught John in my bed fucking my assistant, I had called Beth. She had listened as I had sobbed down the phone to her. A week later, when Beth had walked into a nightclub toilet to find her girlfriend's tongue lapping at another woman, I had returned the favour gratefully. After several weeks of colossal phone bills and long distance sobbing, it seemed sensible for Beth to leave her flat and all its reminders and come to live with me. Our house, my house, had been an empty and lonely place since John had packed his bags and left me for his new love. So had my life.

Beth and I embraced our new tragic existence. We wallowed in our respective misery with a fridge full of the most predictable comfort food. We talked regularly into the early hours about our heartbreak, pausing only to play each other the songs full of memories that made us cry. Without embarrassment we talked about the things that had reminded us that day of our betrayal and loss. It was a comfortable but pathetic existence. Neither of us were about to say the painful words 'For God's sake pull yourself together' or utter such clichés as 'There are plenty more fish in the sea'. We picked up each other's pieces.

My life became a round of work during the daylight hours and torturing myself with the image of John ploughing into Davina and the look of ecstasy on his face, after dark. I had heard their moans from the bottom of the staircase; he had been gasping her name. He had never even whispered mine. When I had burst in on them, his cock had been buried deep inside her and his mouth was on her breasts. He was thrusting into her with the kind of abandoned passion that had been missing from our lovemaking for months. At night, in that bed, I used the eroticism of the scene to bring myself to orgasm and the betrayal to bring myself to tears.

John chose the worst time to call round to pick up the last of his stuff. With his typical insensitivity he chose our anniversary. My depression had thickened in the run up to this significant date and the house bore testament to my self-indulgence. John took one look at the CDs, empty wine bottles and food packets which festooned the house and gave me a sympathetic smile that made me want to punch him. He set about gathering his things.

His presence in my house, my space brought the memories flooding back. I accompanied him as he went room to room picking out the bits and pieces he thought were his. With spectacular thoughtlessness he entered my bedroom without a pause. This was the final straw. My anger boiled over.

'The only thing you left in here was a wet patch', I slammed the door and stomped down to the kitchen. I angrily set about the washing up which was five days old and crusty. He followed me and tried to calm me down.

'I'd heard you were having a hard time with this. Davina and I never meant to make you miserable' he simpered patronisingly at me whilst I shuddered at the sound of my replacement's name 'But I think it is time that you pulled yourself together, you never let the house get like this when we were together'. I knew that my unhappiness was a boost to his ego and I wasn't prepared to let the situation continue.

'Oh, the mess? Some of the girls from Diva came back last night.' I set about a grimy surface with renewed vigour, I had to channel this churning anger or it was going to turn to violence. The sight of John in the room where he had killed our love had pushed some button. Now, my upset and hurt was mutating into such a fury.

'Diva? Isn't that..?' He really did not want to finish the sentence, but I could not wait to.

'A gay club? Yes.' I smiled to myself, as I scrubbed harder at the scrambled egg welded to the pan.

John had never been comfortable with the fact I had lived with Beth and one of her first partners, Emily. The only time he had raised the subject had been during a drunken session of dirty talk when he had plucked up the courage to ask me whether I had ever joined them for a threesome. I had spun him a tale, titillating with visions of tongues on clits, breasts pressed against breasts and finger fucking that had made him as hard as a rock as came inside me. He had been especially attentive to my needs for the next few nights and had even gone down on me without me having to beg. He had managed to spoil it by licking and sucking me with enthusiasm, letting me reach screaming point only to stop at the crucial moment and ask whether he was better than Emily and Beth. I paid for my work of fiction with a month of reassurance. The male ego does not know how to deal with the Sapphic.

'Went there with Beth did you?' he tried to sound casual, but this was too great a chance for payback.

'The first few times' he looked uncomfortable 'but I'm a bit of a regular now. I've met some really good friends there'. I cast a raised eyebrow in his direction awaiting his response.

'I see. Well, actually I don't. Are you trying to tell me...?' I realised he still couldn't think about it.

'I've always been fairly open-minded.' I had made him blush.

For the first couple of months of our relationship, John had barely deviated from his routine of a quick application of his mouth to my nipples and fingers to my cunt before thrusting away in the missionary position for as long as he could last. At first I had loved the urgency, sometimes I barely had time to get my clothes off. I was so attracted to him that I almost came the moment his fingers got to my knicker elastic, but I knew I needed to educate the man. The look of shock I received when I straddled him wearing a rubber basque one morning was a real turn on and I was happy to find something hard beneath me. As I had taken him into me I had promised that this was just a start and a tame one at that.

We explored, experimented and tested throughout our first year together. Some things he loved, some things I loved and some things we loved, but I started to concentrate on the former as our relationship began to crumble. I became so intent on pleasing and keeping my man happy that I became too tense to come. I faked the most ground shaking orgasms but felt nothing. I had tried my best and it still hadn't been good enough. I had even fucked him the night he moved out, he thought it was a nice way to say goodbye. I thought it was my last chance to keep my man. Now I just wanted to torture him.

'Actually, John, I have someone coming round soon. I want you to get your stuff and get out before she gets here.' I made a show of opening a bottle of wine and getting out two glasses.

'Oh Karen, no. You don't have to do this, Karen.' I thought he had guessed my lie, but I brazened it out.

'Do what exactly?' I snapped back viciously.

'You're a pretty girl, you'll find another man. Please don't waste yourself like this'. His arrogance and prejudice made me gasp and I turned my full attention to the corkscrew to stop myself kicking the pathetic wanker in his balls. John misconstrued my silence. 'I've upset you, haven't I?'

I could not hold in my anger for a second longer. I banged the bottle on the counter. The contents of the bottle splashed over me, but I barely noticed. I spun around to confront him as the wine dripped down my neck. The ferocity of my actions made him take a step back. 'No, John. I just can't believe I spent two years letting you put your pathetic cock inside me when there are women out there who can make me come until I beg them to stop!'

'Karen, there is no need...' he had never seen me like this.

'Yes, there is! In the last few weeks I've been licked, lapped, stroked, rubbed and teased until my cunt ran like a tap.' I took a menacing step towards him and he recoiled, both from my words and me. 'One woman made me ejaculate and I thought it was a myth. I've been fucked with most of the contents of a supermarket and had the best of it eaten off me. I've licked more pussy than you could hope to see in a lifetime and had women come in my mouth and it tasted like honey, not fucking saltwater. And not one of them had any problem finding my clit!' I collapsed into a kitchen chair, breathless from my rant, and closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I realised I had put myself at eye level with John's crotch. I looked up with shock, because his face registered horror, but his dick was experiencing quite a different emotion. I realised that my knickers were soaked through and my nipples were standing to attention, but anger still coursed through my veins.

'What part of your tiny mind is telling your cock that there is a fuck on offer?' I pointed at his bulge with disdain 'You could fuck me, but you would be nothing more than a disappointment now'. I stood up and moved towards him, before I knew it I had him pinned against the fridge. I aggressively rubbed at the ever-stiffening lump in his jeans and he let out a gasp. He licked the wine from my neck and face whilst I tried to appear unmoved. The roughness of his tongue on my neck and the slight sting of the wine crumbled my resolution, but the anger remained intact.

'Come on, hard man. Show me what I've been missing. Maybe I've forgotten.' I kissed him hard on the mouth and soon his tongue was pushing its way in. The taste was familiar and his urgency arousing. He moved back to my neck and bit me until I cried out. When he reached my nipples he knew that he was getting to me as my knees began to buckle. I needed to regain the upper hand. I pulled him away from the fridge and lent against it myself. When he tried to pin me there with a kiss, I pushed on his shoulders until he fell to his knees. I quickly undid my jeans and took his hand from my arse and put it inside my panties. He found my wetness immediately, rubbed me furiously and I came in moments. I still wanted more. I pushed his hands away and took hold of his hair and pulled him up to look at me.

'Eat me.' He needed no further encouragement and his hands took a rough hold of my arse, pulling my crotch into his face. His tongue snaked past the material of my underwear and straight into my hole, which was running with juice. He ripped the knickers away and made grateful sounds as he licked the length of my cunt again and again. The heat of his breath on clitoris and the cold of the fridge door at my back was an amazing sensation. I felt another orgasm build and let it take my entire body as I jerked my groin against his face time after time. I still wasn't satisfied, however.

'Fuck me.' I lost patience as he scrabbled at his jeans and nearly fell in his attempt to stand up. 'Now!' My thighs were slick with juices and he had no problem obeying my command. He slipped in, planting his hands at either side of my face and began thrusting furiously, making the abused fridge bang loudly against the kitchen wall. For the first time, he had reverted to his usual performance and it just wasn't good enough. Did he think that making me come twice was enough? Did he think it was his turn?

'If you fucking come before I do again, I'll cut your dick off' I growled into his face. He immediately slowed his strokes down and the look of concentration on his face was beautiful. His groans vibrated against my neck where he buried his head and I matched him with my own deep moans. My cunt felt full and alive for the first time in weeks, perhaps even months. The twitches of my last orgasm had not died out yet and as he slid in and out of me I felt that glorious tension build again. Hooking one of legs around his waist so I could meet his slow, careful strokes I relinquished myself to the rhythmic pleasure. John's reserve couldn't last though and his speed began to build until he was crashing into my pelvis, but it felt agonisingly wonderful as he pressed against my swollen clit. I felt if he were to stop I would go insane, he had to finish the job. The noises coming from me were almost inhuman, my lungs and legs burned with the effort. I couldn't resist a moment longer and I went over the edge into a screaming, gasping orgasm. Spasms took my whole body and I could hear the contents of the fridge rattling. Taking my lead, John came shouting my name for the first time in years.

He still had not redeemed himself; in fact I hated him more. He had been capable of this all along and I had been doing all the work. I had been capable of feeling this and he had never taken the time to find out how. How could he scream my name now? I felt the last chapter of our lives together firmly closing.

'Get out of me!' he withdrew and stood in the middle of the room looking like a confused and stupid little boy with his trousers still around his ankles. I pulled up my jeans and feigned nonchalance as I approached him, taking his wilting cock in my hand.

'Is that the best you can do?' I let go of his cock and made a show of wiping my hands on my arse, and then I opened the door and indicated for him to leave.

Beth came home to find me halfway through the bottle of wine and in complete darkness in the living room. She got a glass, another bottle and joined me. By the time I had told her everything I was sobbing.

'Do you know what I wish, Beth?' I looked at my friend's sympathetic face.

'Tell me, sweetie' she reached out to dab my face with a tissue.

'I wish everything I had told him about sleeping with women was true!' Beth threw her head back and laughed, I could not help but join in 'I should have told him when we were together. At least I would have got a decent fuck for once'.

'Karen, you should have gone out and done it'. Beth smiled.

'God, Beth, what if that is the only way I can come now? What if the only way I can let go is to get angry' my tears had started again 'I don't want to be that person again. Oh Beth...' I was sobbing again.

'You know that's not true. I've heard you in bed. It breaks my heart to hear you come only to hear you crying the next moment.' a tear slid down her face.

'Beth, I didn't know you could hear, I'm sorry' I was embarrassed.

'Don't be sorry, my love. The sound of your climax is so beautiful, it makes me want to come at the same time.' she looked at her knees and then whispered 'I haven't since...' she sobbed and I took her in my arms. We stayed like that for a long time. Once our tears had subsided, I felt so warm and safe that it felt only natural when she ran her fingers through my hair, tracing the shell of my ear with her fingertips and gently stroking my neck and shoulders until the tension in them melted away. She took my face in her hands and looked intently into my eyes.

'I'll show you what kind of a woman you are' she softly kissed me 'I'll show you what you are capable of'.

Her breath was warm and sweet with the wine and her hair smelt of her shampoo. She brushed my lips with her pink tongue and they parted. Carefully but insistently she explored my tongue with hers. I began to respond, burying my hands in her hair. She broke from me and pushed me back against the sofa's oversized pillows. The careful way with which she unbuttoned my shirt was almost heartbreaking as it only delayed the touch I needed, but I languished in the anticipation. She smiled so radiantly at the sight of my body laid out before her that my heart swelled. She tentatively brushed my nipples with her fingertips and they immediately budded, pink and happy.

She was already setting up a hot throb in my sex, but this pleasure needed to be taken slowly. Her tongue went to work on my breasts, flooding my nipples with hot breath and sweet moisture that turned into a wet trail down my stomach. She pulled down and removed my jeans and her hands returned to my hips. I let out a sigh as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of my underwear. The noise seemed so loud as our only accompaniment had been our quickening breath. She smiled up at me, so pleased to please me, and pulled my pants away from my mound. She made the journey back by kissing her way up my legs, by the time she reached my thighs I was panting with anticipation. She ran her fingers through my curls and my hips jerked in immediate response, the throbbing in my groin was now a pounding. She parted my legs and smiled again.

'Beautiful, so beautiful' she sighed.

Her tongue immediately found my clit and an earthquake of joy ran through my body. She lapped gently and I bit down hard on my lip to suppress a shout of ecstasy. I could have cried when she stopped. She came back up my body to face me.

'Don't do that, I want to hear you. Make me come with your voice, I'm already wet just from hearing you breathing, I think you can do it', she looked deep into my eyes and kept looking as her fingers found my moisture. A single finger circled and pulled gasps, moans and screams from me. It was so soft, almost imperceptible; it felt as if it could stop at any moment. The butterfly touch and being able to feel it became my only concern, all other worries and tension melting to nothing. I came in a flurry of spasms and jerks, my body now moving by its own volition. My pussy flowed with moisture and now I needed to feel wetness with my own hands. I fumbled with Beth's skirt and found my way to her panties. I couldn't wait to push past her hair and find her. She was true to her word and she was wet and beautifully slippery. She cried out as I applied my thumb to her clitoris and my voice to her entire body. The words tumbled out of me in rush, all I needed in the world at that moment was to see her respond and feel her wetness on my fingers.

'You're making me feel so good, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, your tongue inside me again. I want to make you come so hard. Tell me what you want.' I could barely get the words out I was panting hard and fast, on the verge again, 'Tell me'.

'Inside me.' she managed to gasp and I placed first one, then two fingers inside her. 'Yes, yes, oh God, yes'. I gently pumped them inside her, letting the movement of her hips guide my speed and rhythm. I wanted to give her that breakthrough climax so much that for a second time the world fell away. My only sensation was the warm, wet grip she had on my fingers. I felt her pussy contract around my hand as she came, shouting. The joy came back to me as her sobs and gasps made me come again. We collapsed back against the cushions and lay with our hands still between each other's legs for an age. Beth and I would make love on many occasions during our time living together. Her gentleness and sheer joy in the act never failing to make me wet and responsive, my heart singing as her tongue worked at my clit or when I felt my face embraced by her sex. I came every time and now, thanks to her patience and love, I come every time with my new lover. Marcus knows he owes a debt of gratitude to Beth for making his woman so relaxed in his bed. Tonight she will be back at my house after a year travelling the world and we intend to give her our thanks. In our bed. I can't wait to see my beautiful lovers doing for each other what they have done for me.