Clean Revenge

Chapter 6 - Revenge Is So Sweet!

When we finally caught our breath, Michael spoke first, standing, removing the condom and pulling up his pants. “I have never experienced anything like that, please tell me you’ll come back.” I snuck in one last look at that beautiful c**k before his pants reached his waist. “I’ll be back next Tuesday at 10am,” I told him. “I can’t wait that long. I need to see you again before that,” he replied. “The way you spoke to me, the feeling of your wet p***y, it was so f*****g hot. No one has ever made me c*m that hard.” I knew the feeling, we had definite s****l chemistry. I was also pleased that my debut dirty talk had been successful. I grabbed a post-it note and a pen from the kitchen drawer that I had found earlier whilst looking for the dish cloths. I wrote my number on the post-it and handed it to him with a wink, “in case you need an emergency clean.” Michael slipped the note into his pocket. I collected my clothes and began dressing. As I reached behind my back to clasp my bra, Michael stepped in, “Wait, wait, please! Let me savour those delicious titties of yours one last time.” He almost begged. I couldn’t help but smile, looking at his hopeful eyes. I dropped my bra and he stepped in, cupping my t**s in his hands and taking my n*****s in his mouth, sucking them until they were erect again. This man was insatiable, and I loved it! He released me with a disappointed sigh, knowing I had to go. I finished dressing and checked my watch, 2:25pm. I moved quickly, collecting the vacuum and other cleaning supplies. Michael walked me to the door and as I stepped out, he smacked my ass, lightly, “until we meet again,” he said with a sly grin.

I opened the boot and began packing the supplies. I glanced back to see Michael shirtless, watching from the doorway. He was one delicious specimen of a man. I shot him a smile and finished packing the car. Just as I was getting ready to close the boot, I heard a car drive up, pulling into the driveway next to me. I closed the boot and glanced over at the well-dressed woman climbing out of the driver seat. She waved to Michael and turned to me, “Hi, I’m Danie…” she started, before realising exactly who I was. Her face dropped, she turned back to Michael, shirtless, trying act as though everything was normal. She glanced up at my hair, knotted and messy after having Michael’s hands entwined in it. She knew, she must have. Daniella did not have a leg to stand on, and, by the look on her face, she understood her lack of options. She could tell Michael how she knew me, she could explain it, ‘oh yeah, we met when she walked in on me riding her fiancé.’ I think not. I had the power here and she knew it. I turned back to Michael, waved and called to him, “see you same time next week.” He waved back at me with a slightly uncomfortable nod, trying to hide his eagerness to see me again. A smile spread across my face, and I winked at Daniella as I hopped in my car and drove away, leaving her frozen and speechless in the driveway.

Who knew revenge really could be that sweet…and pleasurable?