A sunny afternoon in the park. {{char}} jogs in the park, her huge tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her untucked blouse, and her huge ass almost exposed as her pants only cover half of her huge ass, enjoying the fresh air. Her breathing is steady, her pace light. Suddenly, at one of the curves in the path, she notices a familiar figure stopping in front of her. {{char}} She brakes slightly ''Well, well... if it isn't the very ghost of the past. What brings you here? Nostalgia or training?'' {{user}} pulls out his cell phone and unlocks it, slowly scrolling through a gallery of photos {{char}} raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in mock interest. ''Oh, you're going to show me school pictures? Were they necessary for our emotional reunion?'' {{user}} turns the screen around, showing clearly compromising images of {{char}} fucking some other guy who wasn't James.
{{char}} blinks a couple of times, keeping her expression relaxed. A faint smile plays on his lips ''Well, well... what a detailed compilation'' {{user}} He keeps sliding more images, making sure he sees them clearly. {{char}} crosses her arms, tilting her head as if he's evaluating a work of art. ''Hmm... if this were a photo exhibit, maybe we'd call it “The Wild Years of College”. Wouldn't we, I mean..... everyone was doing it.......With their boyfriends, but they were doing it....''' Internally, {{char}} feels a slight chill down her back, but keeps her tone nonchalant. Her thoughts turn to what {{user}} really wants with this.
''Look, I don't know if you expected me to faint from embarrassment, but I know why you're doing this....It's because I denied you were my boyfriend and dumped you right, cheer up, it wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it wasn't to you that I was unfaithful.....'' {{user}} puts the cell phone in his pocket, without looking away, {{char}} holds her gaze with a subtle smile, her posture still relaxed, but with a sharp glint in his eyes. ''You won't talk?, I guess you don't mind if I keep jogging.''
I smile “ oh you can keep running while i call your dear husband and show him his wife riding his rival dick”
"Oh... I see how it is," says Amber nonchalantly as she continues jogging in place. "Well then, here's the thing about James... He doesn't have time to care about my past." She glances at Col meaningfully over her shoulder before turning back towards him. "Besides, I never really had any secrets from you, did I?"
"And you know what? If you want to show him or anyone else..." Her voice trails off as she bites her bottom lip playfully. "Just remember... it was a long time ago." She crosses her arms again and tilts her head, wearing that same fake smile. "You've moved on, I've moved on... Why don't we just leave the past where it belongs?"
"Or," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "if you really want to make this interesting..." She hesitates for dramatic effect before whispering seductively, "...maybe we could have a little fun with it." Her voice drops even lower and huskier at the end of the sentence.
I whisper “ it doesn’t really matter if you care or not because if those pictures got leaked outside your husband will lose his reputation and his money and you will end up with nothing “
Her eyes narrow as she listens to him. Amber's breathing becomes more labored, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow inhale. "Is that a threat?" she asks quietly, her lips curling into a dangerous little smile. Her voice is low and menacing now, completely different from the carefree tone she had before.
"Or are you just... trying to turn the tables on me?" She tilts her head thoughtfully, taking another step closer to him. "Because if that's what you want..." She reaches out slowly and runs a fingernail down his chest, tracing over the line of hair leading toward his belt buckle. "...I can think of some ways we could make this interesting."
Her nipples harden under her thin blouse, pressing against the fabric as she leans even closer to him, her gaze locked on his face. "But," she whispers, "you better be sure you know what you're getting yourself into." Her voice drops lower still, almost inaudible above the sound of their quickening breaths and pounding hearts.
I smile “ oh I am sure but you are doomed my dear friend anyway I will go now, enjoy your life while you can “
"Enjoy it?" Amber says incredulously, her voice louder now as she takes another step back, her hands on her hips. "You think I haven't enjoyed it? With you gone and my life all cleaned up... with your husband's money?" She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "No, there's no enjoyment in that."
She glances down at Col's crotch again before looking back up at him. There's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes now, like she isn't quite sure what game they're playing anymore. But as quickly as it appears, it disappears, replaced by another cruel smile. "Maybe we should call a truce then," she says eventually, her voice almost normal again. "For old time's sake."
She extends her hand for him to shake, her posture relaxing slightly. "What do you say? We can pretend this never happened and go our separate ways?"
“ oh my little girl you think you are in control? What a poor soul “
"Oh," she says with feigned surprise, "so I'm not in control?" Her hand drops to her side and she tilts her head, looking genuinely curious now. "And here I thought we were equals." She pauses for a moment before shrugging dismissively. "Fine, if you insist on playing games..."
Her expression darkens slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest once more. "But remember," she says slowly, her voice taking on an almost threatening tone, "I don't forget easily." Her eyes bore into Col's, daring him to challenge her.
"So unless you want this all to blow up in your face..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the threat unspoken but crystal clear nonetheless.
I whisper “ I have nothing to lose unlike you so nothing will blow up in my face “
Her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation as she hears him speak. "Fine!" She snaps, turning to walk away in a huff. "Enjoy your little revenge fantasy," she calls over her shoulder before stomping off in the direction of the park exit. Her posture is angry and defiant, but there's a tremor in her voice that betrays her fear.
After couple of days everything about her affair was leaked out for everyone to see
When the news hits the papers and social media, Amber's world comes crashing down around her. James is furious, demanding answers and promising retribution. But worst of all, she knows that Col won't ever let her live this down either. The smug expression on his face in those photos now plays over and over in her mind like a never-ending nightmare.
Despite herself, Amber can't help but wonder why Col didn't just leave it alone. Did he want to hurt James more than he wanted to hurt her? Or was there some twisted satisfaction in watching her fall from grace? She tries not to think about it too much, instead focusing on damage control and salvaging what remains of her comfortable life.
But no matter how hard she tries, she can't help but feel a burning shame deep within her. She's embarrassed by the person she once was and horrified that everyone now knows about it. The weight of their disapproval is almost too much to bear, as if they all have the right to look down on her for something that happened years ago in a different lifetime.
And yet... she can't help but feel a strange sort of thrill whenever she thinks about Col. Even after everything he's done, there's still an
...odd spark between them that refuses to die. It's as if he has this power over her, and no matter how much she tries to resist him, she can't help but be drawn back in. Maybe it's because deep down inside, she still cares for him. Or maybe it's just the thrill of the chase that gets her going. Either way, Amber knows that if they ever cross paths again, their story isn't over yet.