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Payback


I was setting at home one night in late September when the phone rang; it was Doug, a friend that I had gone to school with who had moved south after he got out of school. Doug told me that he was going to come home the second weekend in October and that Mark and Les, two other old friends and party mates, were going to come back at the same time. They wanted to check into a hotel for the weekend and spend the weekend chasing hot college pussy like we use to. I said that it sounded good I would run it past my wife and get back with him as soon as I could.
When I told Andréa she went through the roof, I was told under no terms would I do that, she said she knew that I would be hitting on every hot women I could find and that I should stay home with her. Any time I brought it up I was told no, this went on for two days until the woman who lives down the street came by to talk to me when Andréa wasn’t at home. She had a thong that she said wasn’t hers and that her husband told her was my wife’s. She wanted me to know that Andréa was fucking her husband and that it had happened at least 3 times over the last month. I thanked her and told her that I would take care of it on my end.
When Andréa got home she walked in and kissed me then saw her thong lying on the table. As soon as she saw it she knew that she was busted. She fell to her knees on the floor and started to sob, begging me to forgive her for sleeping with a man who she didn’t love. She said it was just a thing that she did when she was horney and I wasn’t there for her. I looked at her and said “It ain’t no thing baby”, I then picked up the phone and called Doug to tell him I was in for the weekend. Andréa went off, screaming at me that I couldn’t do that to her, that two wrongs don’t make a right, and that if I loved her I would stay at home and work things out with her. I looked at her, walked over and picked her up off the floor, hugged her, kissed her, and told her that I thought the Holiday Inn would be the best place for the four of us to stay. She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
It was on the cool side around my house for next two weeks. We didn’t say 10 words to each other from that day until the day that I went to meet Doug and the guys at the hotel. Just before I walked out the door Andréa asked me to least tell her what rooms we would be in incase she needed to get a hold of me. I told her the room number and walked out the door.
I got to the hotel and found that I was the last one to arrive. I carried in my bag and the two cases of beer that each of us agreed to bring to party with. The plan was to drink at the hotel until 9 or 10 and then hit the bars to see what we could score. We ordered pizza and drank a good part of our beer up before it was time to go. I had stepped into the shower to get ready to go, when I came out of the shower Les told me that I had someone looking for me in the other room. I walked through the door between the two hotel rooms to see Andréa setting on the bed drinking beer with Doug and Mark.
I was not happy to see her; she set there with a big smile on her face as the guys all drank in her body. She had on her shortest black leather mini skirt and a black garter belt and stockings. Her skirt was so short that there was an inch and a half between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. She had on a thin white cotton blouse with no bra, her ample 36DD tits strained against the fabric of her top. You could look right through the thin fabric and see her dark nipples. She had the top two buttons undone and showing lots of cleavage. When I told her had to leave we were on our way out all three of the guys said that we could hang out for a while longer at the hotel, we weren’t in that big of a hurry.
As the night went on Andréa put on more of a show, at first the top two buttons on her blouse were un-done, then the bottom one, then the next on up, then one more at the top so she only had one button holding her blouse close. She said she would be our bar tender and ever time someone needed a beer she would go to the cooler and bend over at the waist to get a beer. Her short skirt would ride up until you could see half her ass and if she didn’t have a thong on we would have a great cunt shot. She took to wiping the cold water off her hands onto her blouse every time she got a beer, right over her nipples most of the time so she was giving us a wet t-shirt contest all night.
After a while when everyone was pretty far gone Andréa got up to take a piss, Mark asked her if she liked to wear a garter because his wife didn’t like to undo it every time she used the bathroom. Andréa turned around and told him that his wife was wearing it wrong and said that she needed to wear her panties over the top of her garter. She then reached down and pulled her skirt up as far as it would go and showed him how his wife should wear it by pulling her thong down to the top of her stocking flashing her pussy to all 4 of us.