Revenge sex with a taxi driver

My jealousy and anger at Johns unfaithfulness grew and grew and twisted a knot in my heart that ended up with me having revenge sex to punish him. This was one of the final events that led to us breaking up. If he expected me to forgive him for his flings and his long affair, surely he can forgive me for a one night stand? At least he will feel what I felt and can understand me better. I can't deny that I was young and adventurous and I also wanted to experience other men but I would not have done so if I wasn't so frustrated with John. I had done very well as a sales assistant so that despite being only 19 , my boss had made me his secretary for his few shops selling women's clothes. Once he was too busy and sent me as his proxy to meet a supplier of dresses in Bangkok to check and select for a shipment to Singapore. I called a cab to the airport. It was something I looked forward to as I was traveling for work for the first time, and all expenses paid. I dressed in a long sleeved white cardigan which draped loosely and showed off one shoulder. I wore a light blue denim miniskirt but only sneakers for shoes as I was traveling. The cab driver Ricky showed a keen interest in me. He was around forty and he had been retrenched from his job in a fund management company over a year ago. This was his third retrenchment. He had been working at the company for three years but before that, he was in GIC for more than ten years, several of which were in Manhattan, New York. He hadn't been able to get a good job in the banking sector and he was so traumatized by his stressful and political work environment and his three retrenchments that he just wanted to switch off and do a mind numbing job. He didn't want to be a teacher as he was not into kids and not patient. His hair showed streaks of silver from the old stressful days. He spoke very good English and he was quite witty, well read and well travelled. He had a good build, a few cm shorter than John, 1.72m? but he was thicker and more muscular. He liked jogging and his body was trim. He wore spectacles but he was bubbly and warm and he smiled with many crows feet spreading from the corner of his eyes. His full set of teeth were fairly white. He was clean cut, had a square masculine jaw, and the face was mildly good looking without hiding the age. John is more handsome and youthful but this guy was an experienced man of the world and he was very interested in me. 'Which terminal are you going to? xiao mei ? (Little sister) referring to my youth and my small size.. Perhaps in a slightly condescending manner but that tone disappeared when he found that I spoke maturely and clearly in good English. "Why's a pretty girl like you traveling all alone? Where is your boyfriend?" he teased. "My boyfriend is too busy fooling around with his schoolmate to want to come along " I sighed bitterly, "and I'm working anyway and his mother won't give him permission to skip a few days of school." "Haha, he said, your boyfriend doesn't treasure you enough. I know many men who would be glad to accompany you to Bangkok, myself included. Just give me a call whenever he's unavailable or you are upset with him." He joked. "And why is a man like you driving a taxi?" I asked, and then he told me his story....."the banking world is a rat race, and full of evil people" he concluded. And after that he was quiet in thought . When he dropped me off at the terminal, he said , "it's nice talking to a pretty girl like you, and I'll be very happy if you gave me the honor of fetching you when you return, Sms your flight details, " and then he gave me his card. My Bangkok trip was ok but whilst there, John must have dated Elaine again. Every night I called his home but he wasn't there even at midnight on a weekday. I called his mobile but he was evasive and not willing to have a chat. He kept denying but still every night he was out. I told him we might as well break up if he preferred Elaine and I won't hold him back but he just denied everything. My fury at his unfaithfulness might have subconsciously affected my decision to call Ricky to book his cab. I usually only book cabs going abroad but not on returning home. 'How was your trip?" Asked Ricky, " you don't look very happy." "It was great! " I said, " I like the dresses and the fashions in Thailand, they have got style and good taste." "And our agent is a Singaporean man who knew all the best restaurants and night spots. He was gay but he was fun. He even took me to a boy bar where the women would go to watch men strip and do pole dancing." " oh I've heard about those places, " he said, " rich women go there to find a duck or paid lover, but with your looks, you don't have to go there." " you could go to Sparks or Zouk to find a man, mature capable men... So did your boyfriend go off with his schoolmate like you said? Because your face is really black as with anger." " I'm sure he did,"I said bitterly,"I don't know why I put up with it again and again." "Don't get angry," he said, "get even. If he can have fun, why can't you . It s fair. While you are young and pretty, there are men everywhere and you might even find a better man. Enjoy your good looks while you are young. When you are older, you wont have this power anymore and you will wonder what other men could be like" he was very persuasive." Come to Zouk tonite, and let me introduce you to other men, and make John jealous at the same time. Sometimes it's makes them look at you again if he notices that other men desire you." I was sold, and agreed to meet him that night. John didn't call me even though he knew I was back that day. He was avoiding my anger. If he had called , I would have met him to give him another one of my ultimatums. But since he didn't call, I dated Ricky. I wanted to show John up and punish him. I would give myself away and make him suffer. I put on my shortest miniskirt, and a halter neck that showed off my flawless shoulders and back. It was all in black. My top was like a Chinese dudo with a low back. I sprayed lots of a musky perfume called Beautiful and wore black four inch heels. I put on a glossy bright red lipstick and a G string underwear that one of my girlfriends had given me as a birthday present to wear for John but I had never worn it for him because we were still bickering. It went with the miniskirt which I had bought in Thailand because the material was thin and normal underwear would show through. My breasts were only B cup size so I wore a push-up wonderbra. I looked in the mirror and was proud of what I saw. I have long straight hair which came to just below my shoulders. I turned left and right and looked over my bare shoulders and felt I looked great. I was even a bit wet in the cunt. Oh and I stuck on some fake eyelashes too. I thought I looked better than Elaine. I described myself in a SMS and I sent it to John with the words, " I'm going to be somebody's hot date tonight!" It was satisfying to imagine the knife in his heart that he had been twisting in mine. I had almost left the house but went back to put on a little black choker with a buckle. Since it looked like a dog collar I thought it represented obedience and submission to others. I wanted to be as exciting as possible. My heart was as black with naughty intentions as my all black outfit, with a black sling bag with tiny silver studs. Ricky called to say he was downstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror for one final touch up and I froze. What was I doing ? I hardly knew this guy and he would think me a slut or whore. I was so cheap on a first date. I wiped off my bright red lipstick to a glossy pink one. My skirt was too short. My belly button was peeking between the bottom of my halter neck and the top of my skirt. I have a longer skirt just above the knee. I was about to change into that when suddenly I had a recurrent imagined vision of John and Elaine making out on a bed, completely nude. It was so painful that I steeled my heart to betray him and give his girlfriends body away to whoever wanted it. To punish him by inflicting the same pain on him. I pulled my short miniskirt back on and walked out of my house with resolve. I exaggerated the sway of my hips a little like a model on a catwalk and went downstairs to meet Ricky. Ricky was leaning against his taxi with his hands in his black Hugo Boss jeans. By coincidence, he was also all in black so we looked like a steady couple. He had a black Hugo Boss long sleeved shirt on with a button opened at the top and the sleeves rolled up a bit, and black leather shoes. He looked ok. "Wow!" He exclaimed, and looked me up and down for a few seconds before settling on my eyes, " you are beautiful, and my heart just stopped beating for a dew seconds!" I laughed uncomfortable as I was feeling very embarrassed and like a whore presenting herself sale for the first time and yet undeniably and shamefully pleased at his complete and warm admiration. " I love your shapely shoulders and your flawless back" he continued to stare at my body and " those legs of yours are exciting!" I dropped my eyes to look at his crotch involuntarily when he said he was excited and was ? Subconsciously pleased to note his very obvious erection. I couldn't return his compliments but just blushed quietly like the young 19 year old I was then. I just smiled gently. It's very uncomfortable to have someone staring at your body for several seconds and appraising it for sexual attractiveness and I was a bit insecure and aware of all my imperfections, yet his reassuring compliments were arousing. I suddenly felt very desirable and desirous at the same time. "So you obviously haven't made up with John nor have you forgiven him."he commented. I nodded my head. Standing there while he scrutinized my body greedily with his eyes. He settled on my eyes again,"And do you want to punish him tonight or do you just want to have fun?" He stared right at me as he said that directly to my face. I couldn't avert my eyes but bowed my head a little, as I answered and half confessed shyly, I supposed it's both." " that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said, and then he opened the car door for me, and offered me his hand to hold as I got in. He closed the door gently after making sure I was well seated, and walked over to other sides and we drove off. I was very glad to get into the car. The minute on the road being inspected in full public view was like being on stage for the first time. Previously with John, we just got comfortable talking to each other first, but tonight because of the way I was dressed and because of my intentions to hurt John, I was meeting a man with the intention to be sexually unfaithful to some extent and I was filled with tension, guilt, fear, anxiety and sexual excitement. I was dressed in such a provocative way, I couldn't hide and deny my sexuality, and even though I'm already a very liberal Singapore girl, I still had lots of social norms at the back of my mind telling me I was being bad. I knew subconsciously that I would probably end up not doing anything and get laughed at by John for being such a silly fool and I had dressed like this to burn my bridges and to force myself to the act and make it difficult for myself to runaway. It was like making a sexual promise that I would be obliged to keep if I were an honorable woman. When I sat down, my skirt rode up my thighs even more, exposing a vast amount of fair smooth hairless skin, and he looked at them for what seem a log time before he looked at me again and said, "I love your soft smooth thighs" and then he drove off. How could I take offense? I had asked for it my dressing like that and I had told him I wanted a revenge date so in those circumstances, he couldn't be said to have been rude. We went for dinner at Clark Quay at The Thanh Ying, a Thai restaurant since I like spicy food. At the entrance, I sent john an SMS. I told him where I was having dinner. The food and ambience was good and Ricky had lots of interesting stories about the banking world to tell. He told me about how the economy of the world works and where the money was made and how fortunes could be made or lost and the terrible things about men fighting in the companies for the performance and promotion that will enrich them. About the flattery and about women and even men sleeping with people to climb the corporate ladder. Ricky was my window into the real pulsating world out there, a world I had just begun to glimpse from the more sheltered retail world of the boutique in the Hilton Hotel and the local designer shops in Bangkok. I wanted to be a part of that world and suddenly, John didn't seem so great, he was just a young man, barely out of boyhood, childish amongst the world of men who made things happen in the world. It's not fair but to a young girl like me, the older more accomplished men are so much more impressive. His pay was very high then, before he lost his job at GIC, and he spent it all on expensive cars, holidays and women. By the time I met him, he was burnt out and traumatized by repeated retrenchment and the ugly politics and was taking a break driving taxis because there was only physical stress and no mental stress which is harder to take. He sold his BMW 5 and the savings on transport was enough to keep his Aspen heights apartment which was partly paid up and the monthly repayment was ok. He still had money left over to do some trading in stocks and some shares with dividends so if he spent reasonably, he had a comfortable life without having to work too long hours. He said it was sustainable living. After dinner, we walked along Clark Quay when John tried to call me. I rejected his calls so he SMS saying, "Stop this nonsense and go home now!" I send him another SMS telling him that Ricky kept putting his arm round my waist but I kept pushing it away but finally decided to let him. I SMS. " you can spend the night with her whilst I spend the evening with him!" Ricky commented, "that's why I remained single after so many years and so many women, I always break up after the honeymoon stage when I get into the quarreling stage. Maybe I'm too idealistic and I expect a perfect relationship which doesn't exist in real life. The only person I decided to commit my life to decided that I wasn't perfect enough when I kept losing my job. Now I'm single again but with a little boy to look after." My phone rang again. John was calling but I switched to silent. Ricky asked,"does your boyfriend beat people up when he gets jealous?" I laughed," don't worry, he doesn't do anything without his Moms permission."Ricky replied," What about you, do you need to consult your mum about ANYTHING?"he asked suggestively. "I've grown up alone with my mum working all the time. She doesn't bother when I stay out late. Not even when I sleep over at Johns house. I definitely don't need to consult her over what I might decide to do tonight!" I winked seductively as I said that. We went to Zouk for drinks because his gang was there. They were mostly from the financial corporate world with a few of his ex colleagues from GIC ( government of Singapore investment corporation ). Most were alone but a couple were with their female partners. They called Ricky a cradle snatcher but perhaps in an envious way. In this materialistic world, he must have felt a bit inferior but he didn't let it show. I was introduced as his girlfriend and a boutique manager and he strongly recommended them to buy clothes from my Hilton branch. I was the baby of the group and nowhere near a graduate and didn't like the sneers of some of them who felt I was a little kid. Some of them weren't too friendly with Ricky either. They must be looking down on him for not making it in the financial world and becoming a taxi driver. So when one of them who tried to chat me up asked, " so how is it to be the girlfriend of a taxi driver?" I answered boldly and loudly for all to hear, "I've always had this sexual fantasy about making it with a taxi driver in a taxi, and Ricky is my dream come true." There was a moment of stunned silence, then a few started laughing, and one congratulated Ricky on his good luck. Ricky raised his glass to me with a heartfelt smile. " now we know why you switched to taxi driving!" Someone joked, " you weren't satisfied with the women you can get as a banker!" I didn't like the crowd he hung out with. Partly because of my youth, I was classified as a bimbo, and they talked down to me asking questions like, " what time is your curfew?" Or "do you have to call your parents for permission to stay out late." Or " do your parents mind you hanging out with much older men." Some of them were quite cool to Ricky too, maybe because they felt he didn't belong to their class now that he was just a taxi driver. However, when Ricky went to the toilet, one of GIC men came up and said, "I liked what you said just now, you know, Ricky was very nice to me when I joined GIC as a rookie. He taught me everything he knew and told me who to avoid and how to watch out for myself. It's quite a vicious world there with everyone competing for the promotion that would be big bucks. He's didn't belong there really. And some people here aren't grateful at all. But I liked the way you spoke up for him." He toasted, " I'm glad for him he found someone like you, he was quite down with his career setbacks and his divorce." Ricky came back, " don't believe everything Ming tells you about me, except the nice parts." Ming retorted," I was just warning her what a ladies man you are, since she's so young and innocent. Good luck then". " is that true, you being a Casanova?" " no," he said," I was just doing what an ordinary young man with ordinary amounts of testosterone would do if there were plenty of attractive young and willing secretaries and clerks around. It didn't help that I had a sports car and my own studio apartment in town." I thought a while, then said, " well, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and I had several admirers, and they are all charming in their different ways, maybe I'll date them all too instead of going steady." " But would you sleep with all of them? Ming asked. "Well,....even if I would, as a lady, would I tell you?" This is what I mean by sex in Singapore and many places in the world being inhibited by values,convention and norms. As women, If we are frank about our sexual thoughts, we might be classified as being a member of a class of women of low morals and class that is called a slut. Someone who would be easy as a sex companion but not to be considered for a steady relationship or marriage. It's quite unfair because a similarly amorous man would not suffer the same damage to his reputation or even desirability as a spouse. The man would be admired or envied by his friends but the women may ostracize the slut, or fear that she may steal their men. It's quite common that Chinese men in Singapore who screw around can't accept the sexual history of their girlfriends. So don't blame the girls for not being more frank and for appearing inhibited. After my third glass of Chivas Regal, I was ready to dance, so I was quite happy to disco with Ricky. After five glasses, I send John an SMS saying that I've drunk quite a lot and was not in full control of myself. That I was high and dancing with Ricky. That he should come and get me before anything happens. He stubbornly replied, " Ask him to send you back, I'm busy" " busy with what, I texted, with Elaine?" I stopped drinking as I was losing control and said I wanted to go home and Ricky duly obliged. In the car I texted again" do you want him to send me to my flat or to my doorstep?" I SMSed. Your wish, he replied. " but if he sends me to my doorstep, is it ok to invite him in for a drink?" " No" was the single word terse reply. John was refusing to be baited. I called him. It was noisy with music in the background but a girls voice replied, " John has gone to the toilet, please call back later." who is this? " I asked." It's Elaine." I hung up. I put my head down in my hands. " what's up?" Ricky asked. " he's with her," I sobbed. I dried my tears. " it's ok, can we stop the park near my house? I'd like to talk." I directed him to the park in Sembawang where I had sex for the first time in my life with John. I directed him to a dark unlit carpark well known to courting couples. When he stopped, I said, "I'm pissed with John, so I available for other men now, it's just that I'm not in the mood, but if you try hard to seduce me, you just might get lucky." "I wanted to but you stood up for me in front of my friends tonight so you're my buddy now, not prey" that's why I haven't made any moves all night. " Well, if you are my buddy, can you treat me like one of those materialistic secretarial bitches who don't deserve any consideration from you, and try to get me into bed." I said angrily. "Let's go for a walk to calm down," he said. I agreed. I touched up my lipstick and sprayed more perfume. We took a leisurely stroll around the park and I stood close to Ricky, and didn't resist when he slid his arm around my bare waist. " you smell nice close," he said. We continued sauntering and he tried to slide his hand down to my buttocks, but I would pull it up again. I SMS the situation to John." He's trying to get at my butt, I want you to touch me there but you aren't around. I'm at Sembawang park. I'm being tempted." No reply. So I let Ricky massage my buttock. Now he started to slide his hand up my waist but I pushed his hand away. I SMS to John,"he's sliding his hand up to my breasts. I want them to be caressed but only by you." No reply. So I let Ricky lightly stroke my breast with his fingers. We sat at the same garden bench where everything had started three years ago. His right hand remained around my waist but he placed his hand on my thigh. I pushed it away, he replaced it. This happened several times. I SMSed to John, " he's trying to put his hand on my thigh, I need a hand on my thigh but I prefer your hand." Again no reply. So I let him stroke my thigh up and down, higher and higher, but held his hand down when he tried to get at my vulva. I SMSed John, " he's stroking my thigh now, and it's feels very good, should I let him go higher?" No reply. So I released Ricky's hand and let it stroke my slit which was wet by now. I uncrossed and opened my legs slightly to give him access and soon his fingers were stroking my clitoris. He was too rough, I like it very gentle, so I grabbed his hand and took his finger and showed him how I liked it. After that, it felt great. " just a minute," I paused to tell John, "I'm very wet with his fingering, and I desire him inside me now, I'm sorry I can't resist him anymore since there's nobody else." I let Ricky continue plowing my furrow till I was so horny it was most natural to kiss him. Our lips met violently and rubbed together back and forth wet with saliva. I let his tongue enter my mouth fully to explore and then started to press my tongue against his tongue. Our tongues started to duel and talk to each other. It was funny that I should be both lusty and yet sad with tears flowing down my face as I thought of John fucking Elaine at the same time. We kissed and kissed and he continued to lightly stroke my clitoris until I was completely desirous of having full sex with him. He was a good kisser and he had a nice smell, he has a bit of rough mustache and beard stubble which was hard against my face but I like the feel of it. I started to writhe and press myself against his hand but stopped because I didn't want to cum so soon. I usually don't have multiple orgasms and I often begin to lose interest once I cum, just like a man. "Let's get back in the car," I suggested breathlessly, so we walked back to the car and got into the back seat. He turned on the engine and the air con for comfort and locked the doors. He untied my halter neck and removed my bra and started sucking and nibbling one nipple while pinching and kneading the other nipple. My nipples are a very sensitive erogenous zone and soon I was writhing and had my hands around him and on the back of his head." I love your shoulders, and your breasts are nicely shaped with beautiful pink nipples." He admired. He took off his shirt to reveal a six pack abdomen and a hairy chest, both of which are turn-ones for me. He was trim and muscular. Now we kissed as he rubbed my sensitive nipples and flattened my breasts against the hair on his warm chest."how do you want it." He whispered into my ear. " rough" I said, " I want myself, johns steady girlfriend, to be fucked like a cheap slut, with no respect or mercy, to punish him." He started biting and sucking my breasts and neck leaving bruises and love bites everywhere. He took off my miniskirt and bit and sucked on my buttocks and thighs too before giving me cunninglingus. He was more enthusiastic and skilled in this than John and soon I was on the verge of cumming again. I stopped him to rest a while. He undid his buckle and stripped himself. He was quite a man beneath the tight waist. He had muscular thighs with buttocks that stood out as he worked out in the gym and jogged a lot. He was circumcised, with a cock that was probably the same length as John, ? The average six inches, but his cock was thicker, darker, with more angry looking veins and ridges. He was much hairier than John. I crouched over to suck his cock whilst caressing balls with my hand and stroking the base of his cock. I'm small and so is my mouth, so it's quite a tight fit within my lips as he is a bit thicker. He could reach behind my upturned buttocks to stroke my clitoris from the back. Now I'm always turned on by sucking johns cock, and having my clitoris stimulated at the same time always gets me very wet. I almost came a few times and had to stop his hand. He remained seated but reclined the seat all the way backwards while I climbed over him and slowly sat down his cock. I splayed my legs sideways to get some contact between my clitoris and his pubic hair. I placed my hands back wards and supported myself oh his thighs to push my clitoris forward. At this angle I could rub myself against him and up and down. Sometimes I used my hands to cradle and caress his testicles. I can actually feel whether he is going to cum by the spontaneous movement of his balls up and down and can slow down or speed up accordingly. My breasts were presented forwards towards him and he alternated between squeezing them or helping me to bounce up and down off his cock by cupping my buttocks. We both almost came a few times and had to rest but finally I had a tremendous orgasm that lasted more than a minute. When I cum, I would frown as though in pain, but my head will arch back slightly and move side to side and my lips will open and usually I will lick my lips to intensify the entire experience of the orgasm or caress my own body and nipples. I let him cum inside me. I allow that whenever the sex has been great and I cannot control myself from wanting the sperm inside me. After that I leaned against his chest, both of us panting with exertion and excitement, and rested my cheek against his pounding heart, and cuddled against him..with his cock still inside me. " that was wonderful," I murmured, "you were great," and fell asleep on his chest.