He’s done it again.

The little shy boy routine, the wide oval eyes full of sparkle, the uneasy stammer. I’ve been with James for a year or so now. I know the tricks only too well because I fell for them myself. The story of a softly spoken, innocent looking guy who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but scratch the surface and you find the reality.

**

We’re sat in a backstreet pub in the centre of London, nothing out of the ordinary, and in fact we almost walked right past it, until James had taken a quick glimpse inside and spotted her. I knew straight away that we would be going in. I know his type, because I’m his type.

The pub itself is fairly quiet, as you would expect on a cold January day. We have no trouble finding a table, quite close to the bar. James leaves me sat alone as he goes to speak to his new target and order us some drinks at the same time.

He’s there for a few minutes, talking to her, using his considerable charm and of course his gorgeous brown eyes and toothpaste advert smile. I can hear her softly giggling and I know the process is underway.

He eventually returns to me, pushing a vodka and coke in front of me, and the same for him. He slowly sits and peers into my eyes, as if trying to gauge my reaction.

“She’s perfect, Moira.”

I smile, bat my lashes and look to the sky. I’ve seen this so many times now.

“I thought you said last time was going to be the last time?”

“Well, this time it will be. I promise.”

I smile half heartedly at him, knowing full well that it won’t be.

A few moments later and the girl is at our table, taking our food order. I take a moment to get a good look at her; oh yes she is classic James material – high cheekbones, glossy brown hair and green eyes. She writes down our order and repeats it back to us. James seems engrossed by her.

“That’s a very sexy accent you have there, not London is it?”

She smiles back sweetly telling him it’s a Yorkshire accent.

“Ah I thought as much, I do love a northern tone. What’s your name?”

“Emily.”

“Well Emily it’s nice to meet you. I’m James and this is my Sister, Moira.”

She smiles at me fleetingly, but her attention is really on James.

“Well, I’ll just go and give your order to the Chef.”

She walks away, James eyes not leaving her curvy bum as she disappears off into the kitchen.

I stare intently at him, but he seems to be in a world of his own, planning his next move, no doubt.

“So you’re using the Sister card again, James, how very original.”

My words snap his attention back onto me, his eyes narrow and his lips are pursed together.

“Oh fuck off, Moira. You know the deal. If you want to keep a hold of me, you’ve got to play along.”

I know the deal only too well. I had foolishly cheated on James just over two months ago, he found out and decided to give me an ultimatum – split up or let him get his revenge in his own way. I couldn’t stand to be without him, so that didn’t leave me with much choice.

Emily eventually comes back to us with two sizzling steaks, and tells us she hopes we enjoy our meals. Her complexion is flushed, as the pub had become a little busier now it was lunchtime and everyone seemed to want food at the same time.

We eat our food which incidentally was awful, pretty much in silence, neither of us making much effort to talk to the other. I can see James looking at Emily’s body every time she passes by. I can tell despite the shapeless pub uniform, that underneath she has a very nice body, especially her curvy bum. I know how much James likes a nice curvy bum, because he adores my curvy derriere.

We finish our meals and James orders more drinks from Emily, casually asking her what time her shift finishes.

“In about half an hour, why do you ask?”

“Well you’ve worked your butt off here today, I’d like you to join myself and my Sister for a drink, just add what you want onto our bill.”

Emily doesn’t take much persuading, telling James she’ll come over once she’s finished her work.

James looks like the cat that got the cream, his dazzling smile lighting up his face.

“Game on, eh Sister?”

I slap his hand and tell him not to call me that when he doesn’t have to.

“Come on, Moira. You know what I think?”

I sigh telling him I have no idea.

“Well, I think you get off on this as much as I do. You like seeing me with other women. You like it because you know they can’t have me for anything else other than a brief encounter.”

I feel my temper rising telling him that if he believes that, he’s living in some kind of fantasy world.

“You won’t admit it, but I know it turns you on.”

“Well I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

The conversation ends there, and silence ensues with both of us just people watching out of the window. Thankfully it isn’t long until Emily joins us, drink in hand.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a change of clothes, and I feel dead scruffy and sweaty.”

James puts her at ease, telling her she looks great.

For the next hour or so I might as well not be in the room, James blows her away with his charm offensive, knowing all the right words to say, and when to say them. She is literally putty in his hands.

James asks me to go to the bar for more drinks for the three of us, and I know this is his cue. I order the drinks knowing that when I turn back from the bar, the pair of them will be kissing.

I wasn’t wrong; Emily and James seemed to have bypassed the slow build up and had skipped straight to full on tongue kissing, with his hands already squeezing her ample breast softly. They don’t even notice I’ve returned until I slam the drinks down on the table.

“James, don’t you think this is a little embarrassing for Emily? She works here after all.”

He glowers at me in rage, suggesting we drink up quickly and go elsewhere. I know this is another cue.

“You two can do what you like. I’m not feeling too great after that steak. I might just go back to the hotel for a sleep.”

Emily looks a little confused, until James explains we are just visitors to London, here to do some January sales shopping.

We step out into the cold, dank London air and I bid them both farewell. My words not noticed as James and Emily are once again kissing feverishly in a shop doorway.

I don’t waste my breath trying again, quickly turning away before the tears start to fall. I walk as fast as I can away from the sordid scene, and back towards the hotel.

**

Back in my room after a good cry and a few cheeky vodka’s from the Mini-bar I feel much better. I decide to have a long soak in a hot bath and then head off to bed, not wanting to be up when the pair of them inevitably come back.

Lying in the bath I try and work out when this is all going to end.

I admit that I made a mistake by sleeping with Matt from work, but it had been a two minute, one off incident. I’ve paid for my misdemeanour by now surely? It seems there will be no stopping James wanting to pick up strangers for sex.

I dry myself off and put on the luxurious dressing gown provided by the hotel, thinking to myself that I must find room in my overnight bag for it somehow. I turn the lights down low and sink into bed, awaiting the imminent return of James and Emily.

Sleep doesn’t find me, sadly. The room is too warm and I discard the dressing gown and lie awake waiting for the turn of the door handle. A couple of hours later and it comes, accompanied by the loud giggles of Emily, who has no doubt been plied with alcohol courtesy of James and his company credit card.

They barely make it through the door, kissing passionately and pawing each other’s bodies. I quickly shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep before Emily notices me and freaks out.

It doesn’t take long at all.

“What the fuck! What is she doing here, James?”

I try not to smirk to myself and carry on pretending to be asleep.

“Oh didn’t I tell you? We are sharing a room to cut down the costs. Don’t worry, she’s fast asleep. It would take a mini earthquake to wake her.”

After a few seconds, I know James will have moved her into a position so that she is not facing me. Sure enough I squint open one eye and find her back to me.

Probably because of the alcohol, Emily seems to have lost her inhibitions, after a few seconds of being unsure, she is soon back to kissing and groping my man. I hear his zipper and see her hand working back and forth, stroking his cock nice and hard, which is just the way he likes it.

Hearing his groans of pleasure, despite it not being my hands making him gasp is a huge turn on, and I feel my abandoned pussy start to tingle ever so slightly. His eyes are on me, all the time on me, as she keeps up her work on him. I cannot help but touch myself softly as I hear his breathing get heavy and raspy. Emily must have some skill in those dainty hands of hers.

Suddenly she drops to her knees and takes his penis deep into her mouth. She must be good as he grasps her silky hair and starts working her head up and down his shaft. I feel a pang of jealousy as I know how so very nice his cock is; how it feels, how thick it grows just before he comes. His grasp on her head tightens and I know he is close to orgasm. I can’t help but be aroused, my middle finger now stroking my clit from side to side, desperately trying not to make a sound.

Within a minute he is gasping and grunting, and I know he is shooting his always thick cum deep into her mouth. Damn you, Emily you’re taking my place and I hate you so much right now. To her credit she doesn’t pull away, obviously swallowing every last drop of his load.

My own orgasm is close, maybe it’s the sordid situation, but I feel the tension and my toes curl as I try to muffle my groans. My finger works my throbbing clit and I come so nicely, my pussy soaking wet, enjoying the feeling despite my absolute jealousy.

My body is shaking, feeling light headed as she gets to her feet again and kisses him deep on the lips, allowing him to taste his own come, I know that James loves this, which makes me feel even worse, yet still curious as to what will happen next.

They kiss for an unbelievable time, undressing each other in the process. I can only see the back of her, but she looks amazing – her curvy bum and firm legs, and the outline of her heavy breasts. James looks as good as ever. His taught, muscular body and already hardening again cock, framed by a nice bush of pubic hair. I want him so much, damn you, Emily.

They whisper to each other, telling each other that they both knew they wanted to fuck each other from the moment their eyes met. I sigh inwardly, knowing he will never be one hundred percent mine again.

Within moments they are both naked, and I can see his hand disappearing between her legs, obviously fingering her deeply. I can hear Emily gasp, and the sound of his fingers pushing in and out of her now moist pussy. James is so good with his hands, always pushing his thick fingers in deep and hard. How I wish it was my pussy getting that treatment right now.

“This is so dirty, James. What if your Sister wakes up and catches us?”

He doesn’t reply, he rarely does in these situations, simply pushing her back towards the other double bed in the room. I know he’s going to fuck her, I’m resigned to that, so close my eyes and resume the pretence of sleep.

“I want to fuck you doggy style, Emily.”

Moments later I hear the thud of his cock slamming inside her. She sounds so wet, and very vocal, gasping and moaning as he gathers pace. I turn slightly to face them and risk opening my eyes – her head is pushed down into the pillows and his thick cock is pounding in and out of her relentlessly. James looks my way and smiles, gesturing for me to pull the sheets back. I do as he says so he can see my naked body as he fucks her.

He gestures for me to get out of bed, which of course I do in an instant, on tip toes, kneeling on the bed next to him. I get a look at her body close up; her pale skin and curvy bum are really sexy. James holds my right wrist and pushes my hand against her clit as he fucks her harder and deeper. Her body reacts and she hollers into her pillow as I circle her clit gently as James goes ever deeper inside her. It doesn’t take long before her body is trembling, even more so as I press harder onto her button, making her orgasm hard and long.

James isn’t far behind, coming for a second time, deep inside her pretty pussy before pulling out and spraying the last drops over my face and hair. I grasp his cock and devour the remains, tasting her juices all over his shaft as I do.

Emily’s face is a picture of bewilderment, looking unsure as to what had just happened, staring wide eyed and open mouthed.

“What the hell! What’s happening here? I thought you were Brother and Sister?”

I smile and kiss James hard on the lips and wrap my hand around his now wilting penis, before pulling my lips away from his mouth.

“Well surprise, surprise, Emily. We’re not. It’s kind of a long story.”

James makes his excuses and heads for the bathroom. Emily’s eyes join mine on his firm bum as he walks away.

I turn to face Emily who is now trying to cover her body with a flimsy bed sheet.

“Oh don’t be so shy, Emily. After all I’ve just watched you fucking my boyfriend. Besides, I’m naked and I don’t mind you seeing me.”

She looks completely lost.

“Look Moira, if I had known James was yours I would never have come onto him, honestly.”

I turn away, still listening but opening the bedside drawer and rooting around until I find what I’m searching for.

“Don’t worry, Emily. You’ve had your fun with him. Now it’s my turn to have fun with you.”

I turn back to face her and I catch her look of astonishment as she sees the huge purple strap-on I’m holding in my left hand.