I’d just about had my fill of Harmony. Just yesterday morning, she’d looked me in the eye and agreed that Soline was a scheming bitch who was getting off taunting James’ little infatuation with her in front of me. What did I witness at lunchtime? Soline and Harmony having a cozy coffee in Gideon’s cafe. I thought Harmony was my closest friend; turns out she’s a fucking traitor. Time for Soline and Harmony to get a taste of their own medicine; I had a plan. The trouble with living in a small village like Larkmere is that it is hard to keep much secret. And my good friend Gideon had overheard every word of Soline and Harmony’s kinky coffee conversation, and he could barely contain his glee in sharing it with me.

Revenge is, as the old Klingon proverb goes, a dish best served cold and requires careful planning and willing allies. Before Harmony’s ‘Games Night’ had turned sour, I’d been having a rather delicious time with Charlotte. She recently split with her husband, ironically because he had been pestering Harmony for sex. I get the impression that dumping Rob has been rather liberating for Charlotte, who it seems is rather keen to ‘explore’, if you get my drift. There was a slight blot on her copybook: I did discover that she had a dalliance with James, which had irked me somewhat. But, it turns out, I think her fling may rather work to my advantage. I messaged her, suggesting that we should catch up for coffee at Gideon’s cafe, of course.

“Darling Jayne, how divine to see you. Love the frock, makes your tits look amazing; who are you trying to seduce?” I do love Gideon, no boundaries at all.

“Charlotte, is she here?” I replied.

“If you mean the slightly mousy brunette, she’s over there.” Gideon pointed to a table next to the window. Looking around, I caught Charlotte's eye; she looked a little nervous. I smiled and waved in greeting.

“How’s the lovely James, by the way, still fucking Soline?”

Gideon can be such a cunt, “last I heard,” I replied.

Laughing, Gideon said he would bring my coffee over, no doubt so he could eavesdrop on our conversation. As I walked toward Charlotte, she stood up like a student before a headmistress. I kissed her warmly on each cheek and felt her relax a little.

“Stop looking at my tits.”

“Sorry, Jayne, I wasn’t really,” Charlotte said apologetically.

“It’s fine, honestly; this dress really doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Which is probably why I put it on,” I said with as much innuendo as I could muster.

“It was nice to hear from you, Jayne. I thought you weren’t speaking to me. What with the thing with James. Honestly, I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. He didn’t let on that he was seeing anyone.”

“To be clear, James is not my boyfriend; he’s my lodger, one with occasional benefits; nothing more. As far as I can work out, he’s doing his best to fuck everyone in Larkmere. Did you know I caught him sucking off Gideon once?”

Charlotte pointed at Gideon, who raised his eyebrows, clearly aware we were talking about him. “That Gideon, no way?” Charlotte said, clearly unaware of the range of James’ proclivities.

“Yes, that Gideon. Don’t stress, I’m not in the slightest bit cross.” I lied. “Honestly, you’re a member of a not particularly exclusive club.”

Charlotte looked a little saddened by my disclosure, which was entirely the point. Seemingly she’d rather enjoyed fucking James.

“He does have an extremely large cock, and it does get very hard,” I said.

“Scarily so, way, way bigger than my husband's. Ex-husband, should I say.”

“Did James fuck you in the pussy or did you take it up the arse as well?” I enquired, doing my utmost to sound shocked. Charlotte blushed. No way she let him do anal, I thought.

“Jayne, you can’t ask that!”

“Probably not, just curious, that’s all.”

“No, he didn’t. I’m not good with anal. I’m sure I mentioned this before.”

Charlotte was sweet and a little innocent; I wasn’t convinced she'd be willing to go along with my plan.

“But you’re rather good with your tongue, I seem to recall,” I said, switching to a more seductive tone.

“Am I, really? I’m not particularly experienced with women?”

Doing my best to sound coy, I replied, “You really are. I was hoping you might like to, you know?”

“What?” Charlotte asked.

“You know. And maybe with James as well, if you’d like.”

“Oh, yes. I would like that. Really?”

I had her; I laid out my plan. Charlotte was more enthusiastic than I'd anticipated. I did feel a little guilty; she was, after all, simply a pawn in my plan. But it’s not as if there was nothing in it for her; I was confident she would have a lot of fun.

Phase one of my plan was set up—time to execute.

****

Charlotte arrived at my house precisely on time, carrying a little overnight bag. I greeted her at the door, wearing a short black silk dressing gown and matching heels. My hair was slicked back and tied in a tight ponytail. Without speaking, I kissed her a little forcefully, full on the lips. Charlotte responded, dropping her bag on the ground, putting her arms around me, pulling me tight into her.

“Are you ready?” I enquired.

“Umm, absolutely. I haven’t thought about anything else but you for the past couple of days.”

“Shall we go upstairs? Everything’s set up. I want to help you get ready and make sure everything is as it should be. If that’s okay with you?”

“If you’d like,” Charlotte replied.

My house was old and a little run-down, but I thought it was still rather chic, in a somewhat shabby way. Probably a bit like me. Charlotte and I walked up the stairs to my bedroom; on the landing, she paused.

“Which is James’ room?” she enquired, clearly intrigued.

“The one with the ceramic name tag on the door that says ‘James’ room,” I replied with rather more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Eh?”

“It’s that one,” I said, pointing to the room toward the end of the hallway.

“Can I take a peek?”

“No, you can’t. We have house rules; that’s his private space. I don’t go in there,” I lied.

Charlotte looked a little sheepish. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be nosy. Where is James, by the way?”

“I don’t know,” I replied sharply. “Things have been a bit tense. This is my room,” I said, opening the door. “What do you think?”

The furniture in my room was old and, shall we say, eclectic, but because, even if I do say so myself, I have artistic flair, it looked rather fabulous. The room looked a little different this evening because I had set up three webcams around my bed, connected to my laptop, which sat on a small table at the foot of my bed. Each webcam focused on a different area; just for fun, I'd named them: the main camera captured the whole bed, so I’d called that the BedCam. The second camera was set to capture the top of the bed: the Head (not head) Cam. PussyCam, the third and most important, was positioned to capture the more intimate action. I’d loosely explained all of this to Charlotte, so I hoped she didn’t freak out. Even so, my bedroom did rather look like the set of a Porn film.

“Fuck, you were serious. You’re going to video us?”

I had tested the setup a couple of times, determined not to let technical hitches derail my plans. An old hookup had agreed to help check that everything worked and that they could select the different camera angles as they wanted. Having someone watch me whilst I masturbated was a massive turn-on. And they definitely enjoyed themselves, my set-up enabling me to watch them wank themselves to a reasonably impressive climax.

“That’s the plan. I’ve set up a FuckTime account. I’ve only got one follower, James. He’s got a booking in about half an hour. I believe ‘friends’ are supposed to pay to interact, but I’m letting James have this session for free. Let’s hope he leaves us a good review.”

“Jayne, I don’t know.”

Fuck, Charlotte was getting cold feet. I needed to get her in the mood. Untying my robe, I let it fall to the ground. Aside from a tiny black thong, I was completely naked.

“Why don’t you come here?” I said firmly.

Charlotte moved toward me hesitantly. Tilting my head to the side, I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her rather lovely body. I felt her tension ease a little.

“Let’s get on the bed,” I said, using the most seductive tone I could muster.

Lying facing each other, I kissed Charlotte on the mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips. My hand grabbed her breast, and I felt her nipple stiffen. Charlotte responded, clearly enjoying my naked body.

“Why don’t you touch me, feel how wet you are making me?” I said.

I felt Charlotte’s hand on my belly, then move down towards the top of my underwear.

“Touch me,” I repeated.

Her finger pushed between my thong and my cleanly shaven mound. My pussy lips opened easily, and I felt a release from my cunt as she pushed into me.

“Can you feel how turned on you’re making me?”

“Yes, yes I can. You’re so wet, Jayne.”

Truth be told, it wasn’t Charlotte that was turning me on; it was the knowledge that my dastardly plan was working. Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself; what mattered, however, was that she absolutely believed that I was desperate for her.

“Why don’t you take your dress off? I want to feel your skin on mine,” fuck I was good, I thought to myself.

Charlotte knelt between my legs and lifted her rather dodgy yellow dress over her head. She had a gorgeous body. But she was wearing truly terrible nude coloured underwear.

“Take your bra off; I do hope you’ve packed something a little sexier for later?”

“Ahah, I do. In my bag,” Charlotte replied, not terribly reassuringly.

Reaching for the clasp, she unclipped her bra, revealing her cute, firm breasts.

“Now come back to me.”

My hands explored her body; her arse was taut and firm. I pushed her knickers down so I could push my fingers between her cheeks and locate her pussy from behind. I easily slipped between her lips and located her clit, which I circled firmly. Charlotte was wet, but I needed her horny and desperate. I didn’t want her getting cold feet again when James ‘joined’ us.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked.

“Yes, yes it does,” Charlotte replied.

“Do you want James to watch me touching you?”

“Ahah, I do.”

“Good, me too. I love being watched. We need to get ready for him. And I need to show you something.”

“Please, Jayne, don’t stop,” Charlotte pleaded.

“All in good time,” I said firmly.

Getting up off the bed, I opened the door of my wardrobe. I retrieved a wooden tray on which I had laid out a variety of sex toys: a gold-coloured bullet vibrator, a heavy glass dildo, a moderately sized black strap-on, a crystal butt plug and, of course, a tube of good-quality lube. Placing the tray at the end of the bed, I looked at Charlotte, who seemed perplexed.

“I’ve told James that if he so desires, he can choose a toy for us to use on each other; that’s okay, isn't it?”

“I guess,” Charlotte replied.

“Don’t get coy on me, I know you like to use toys, darling. Now let’s get you into some decent underwear, shall we? Show me what you’ve brought with you.”

As Charlotte got up from my bed, I had a chance to admire her slim, muscular body in a little more detail. Rumaging in her bag, she pulled out some black lace briefs and a matching bra. I was unimpressed.

“Oh, babe, that simply won’t do. Let me see if I can find something more fitting for the occasion.”

“Sorry, Jayne,” Charlotte replied apologetically.

Rummaging through my drawer, I found a skimpy red teddy and decided it would do the job. I’d worn it for James before, and he’d seemed to like it.

“Here, put this on. I’m a little bigger than you, up top; but I think it’ll fit just fine.”

Slipping the teddy over her head, I was momentarily irritated that it looked decidedly better on Charlotte than on me.

“Better, much better, now back on the bed. It’s time to log in to FuckTime. James will be waiting.”

Opening my laptop, I saw a message that James was already waiting in my FuckTime lobby. I clicked the link, and an image of James appeared on the screen, sitting upright and bare-chested. I couldn’t tell where he was because he was using an obviously fake background, a library of all places.

“Hello, James, how nice to see you. Are you ready for Charlotte and me to entertain you?”

“Hello, Jayne,” James replied a little coyly.

“Say hello to Charlotte James. I don’t think you’ve seen her for a little while, have you?”

James and Charlotte exchanged overly polite greetings. Fuck, this was turning into a business meeting; next we’ll be setting an agenda and discussing any other business.

“James, I explained the rules to you. What shall we do to arouse you? Perhaps you’d like me to kiss Charlotte?”

“Yes, and I’d like Charlotte to touch your tits.”

“We’d be pleased to oblige; perhaps you should switch to the head (not head) cam so you can see us up close.”

Pulling Charlotte towards me, I kissed her tenderly, my hand behind her neck in case she tried to pull away. Her hand grabbed my breast, and I felt her squeeze it firmly. Flicking the strap on Charlotte's teddy down, I placed her nipple between my fingers and gently squeezed. I heard her squeak with pleasure and tighten her grip on my tit.

Pulling gently away, I looked directly into the webcam lens.

“Would you like Charlotte to kiss my breast?”

“I would, yes,” James replied.

I guided Charlotte's head towards my bosom and felt a gush inside me as she eagerly sucked on my nipple. Keeping my gaze on the camera, I said to James, “Tell her to bite me.”

“Charlotte, do as Jayne asks. Be careful; it might make her a little wild.”

Charlotte took me between her teeth, and bit hard. I winced in pain; a wave of desperation hit me, and for a moment I forgot where I was. I pushed Charlotte hard onto the bed and rolled on top of her, kissing her with uncontrolled passion, my hands grabbing at her body. After a few lost moments, my sense of control returned.

“Be careful, Charlotte; I’m a passionate woman. There is no telling what you might make me do to you.”

“I don’t mind, really; you can do with me as you please,” Charlotte replied.

“Do it again,” James said.

The second time was more controlled, Charlotte slowly building pressure until I couldn’t handle the pain anymore, and I was forced to push her away. I wanted to slap Charlotte across the face and only barely was able to constrain my urge. My clitoris was throbbing, and I could feel pussy juice seeping from me onto my sheets.

“You’re a bit of a bitch, Charlotte; that hurt,” I said.

“I know,” Charlotte replied, clearly pleased with herself. “I think James liked it, though. Have we made you hard yet?”

“You have,” James confirmed.

“I think we need to nude up; I don’t really like this teddy. Jayne made me wear it. Do you like it, James?”

James replied, “Not really, no. Take it off.”

Charlotte knelt on the bed, facing the main webcam, lifted the negligee over her head, screwed it into a ball, and threw it defiantly across the room.

“That’s much better. Shall I take Jayne's knickers off as well? I don’t like them either.”

“Please do,” James confirmed

Charlotte moved to the end of the bed, stuck her arse in the air, obviously so that James got an eyeful, and pulled my thong sharply down around my ankles. Holding them against her face, she breathed in the scent of my cunt. Staring intently at my mound for a few moments, she then turned back to the camera and asked, “Which do you prefer, Jayne’s clean-shaven pussy, or my more natural look?”

“Personally, I don’t have a strong preference; you both look rather inviting,” James replied.

“Oh James, you disappoint me; I thought you rather liked a hairy bush,” Charlotte said, laughing.

I had lost control; I’d expected to need to coax Charlotte, but she was behaving like a pro.

“Jayne, sweetie, don’t look so worried. It’s okay. James and I are on your side. But you need to stop treating me like I’m some naive new divorcee,” Charlotte said in a slightly pitying tone.

“She’s right, Jayne. Charlotte has become something of a celebrity recently,” James interjected, clearly knowing more about Charlotte’s post-separation activities than me.

“You’re not the only one who’s on FuckTime; I’ve got an account and built up quite a decent following.”

“You do?” I replied, feeling like a complete idiot.

“I do, and if you don’t object. And I’m not sure you can, but I think I can add my account to yours, and we can see if any of my ‘friends’ might like to join us.

Charlotte typed confidently on my laptop, and almost straight away I could see new faces appear on the screen.

“Don’t stress, Jayne, I’m extremely picky about who I accept into my circle; mostly they’re bored women whose husbands can’t get it up anymore. I’ve muted anyone who joins, though; only James can speak to us.’

Clearly, Charlotte was enjoying herself, confident and in control. I had completely misread her, and felt a little foolish.

“Now James, what would you like me to do to Jayne? Shall I use a toy on her, perhaps? I’m sure she’s still nice and wet for us.”

“I’d like you to go down on her. Eat her cunt and tease her clit. But tell her she must not orgasm. She has to make you stop when she’s close.”

“Okay, what does everyone else think? Is that what you’d like to see? You can let me know in the chat.”

I could make out a steady flow of messages appearing on the right side of my laptop screen, seemingly agreeing with James’ suggestion. Part of me wanted to get up and walk out, but this was my own doing, and I was going to see it through.

“I think everyone should switch to PussyCam, so we can all see Jayne's juicy cunt up close.”

My laptop now displayed an image of my pussy mound; still gazing at the screen, I watched Charlotte's head push between my legs. Emojis of approval drifted across the screen; clearly, the audience liked what they were seeing. I felt Charlotte's open mouth on me, closed my eyes and decided I might as well enjoy the oral pleasure I was being offered. I wondered who was watching; images of different women, hands down their knickers, fingering themselves, flicked through my mind. All wishing it was them, not me, that had Charlotte's tongue in their cunts.

Charlotte lapped at my pussy, I felt my juice flowing out of me; my clit was pulsing. I let myself moan loudly, deliberately so the audience could hear how much I was enjoying the cunnilingus I was receiving.

“My clit, lick my clint now,” I begged. A flood of new emojis appeared; the audience was clearly on my side.

When Charlotte finally located my clit a wave of pleasure flooded through my body, causing me to wail loudly with delight. I was close; I tried to push my climax away, realising instantly that I wouldn’t be able to. I screamed: “Stop”.

“Good girl, Jayne,” Charlotte said, “you were close; I didn’t think you were going to stop me for a moment. And that would have had unfortunate consequences.”

“Let me cum, please,” I begged.

“What was it you said to me: Patience, all in good time.”

Charlotte started to type on my laptop.

“What are you doing?” I enquired, my curiosity piqued.

“I’m asking the audience which of your sex toys they want you to use on me. They’re rather keen on you fucking me with that crystal dildo whilst you use your bullet on my clit. I’m not sure though, seems a lot for an innocent girl like me.”

This felt like an opportunity; was Charlotte deliberately giving me the chance to take some control back? Perhaps it really didn’t matter. It was a chance I wasn’t going to let slip through my fingers. Placing my hand on Charlotte's chest, I pushed her firmly backwards so she lay on the bed. She gave me a devious grin; she knew exactly what she was doing, and I was perfectly content to play along.

“We’d better give the audience what they want, hadn’t we? Don’t you agree, James? I take it you’re still watching?”

“I'm still here and very much enjoying the show you two are putting on,” James replied enthusiastically.

Taking the crystal dildo from the tray, I held it deliberately in front of the PussyCam. Grabbing the lube container, I squeezed a generous amount onto the tip of the toy. My fingers wrapped around the dildo, and I moved my hand up and down, as if I were wanking a man's cock. The audience acknowledged their approval, a flurry of emojis appearing on the screen. The toy slid smoothly into Charlotte's cunt, and I began to fuck her, pushing as much of the crystal into her as I dared.

Charlotte responded, “Yes, Jayne, that feels good. Fuck me hard and deep.”

Clearly playing to the assembled gathering, Charlotte was vocal in her appreciation and encouragement, moaning loudly. I wondered if I might make her orgasm just with the dildo. No, my instructions were clear. I’d clawed back some semblance of control, and I wasn’t going to let it slip away now. Picking up the bullet, I felt for the little rubber button that would activate the device. Showing it to the camera, like a magician's assistant, I placed the vibrator on Charlotte's clit. Writhing with pleasure, her orgasm was close.

“Take the dildo out of me. I’m going to cum,” Charlotte ordered.

As I quickly pulled the toy from her cunt, I watched Charlotte’s body jolt and watched as a clearly visible squirt of sex juice gushed from her gash. Pleased with my performance, I glanced at the faces on the screen, clearly in different phases of delivering their own orgasms. It was a thrill, knowing I had been responsible for their pleasure, and I felt rather pleased with myself.

“The show is not quite over yet, Jayne,” I heard Charlotte say from behind me as she moved to the keyboard again. “We’ve got a little surprise for you.”

‘We,’ I thought to myself. I heard my bedroom door open and in walked James, naked, his cock fully erect.

“James, what the fuck. I didn’t know you were here,” I squealed.

“Where did you think I was? I do live here; you remember.”

“Of course, but I thought… Doesn’t matter. Do we need to do something about that?” I said, pointing at his manhood.

Charlotte was concentrating on the screen, seemingly reading messages from her ‘friends’.

“Well, Jayne, the audience thinks you’ve earned some cock, and I tend to agree. What do you think, James?”

“If that’s what Jayne wants,” James replied.

Charlotte was now standing at the side of the bed, seemingly adopting the role of movie director, instructing James to lie on the bed, head towards the end so everyone would get a good view of my ample tits as I rode him.

“Jayne, straddle James and put him inside you. Fuck him entirely for your pleasure.”

I did exactly as I was told. James is a big boy, and it felt delicious having him fill my cunt again. Placing my hands on his chest, I started to fuck him, ensuring that each time I pushed him into me, my clit was stimulated.

Lost in my own pleasure, I vaguely heard Charlotte say, “James, remember not to cum inside Jayne; everyone wants to watch when you blow your load.”

Every time I thrust down, forcing James's cock to fill my cunt, my orgasm built; I felt in control again. My plan for revenge wasn't ruined, and perhaps it had been strengthened with the addition of a new ally who was much more devious and kinky than I had previously considered. The image of Harmony and Soline being totally humiliated by Charlotte, James, and me pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm pulsed through my body.

“You’re not quite finished yet,” I heard Charlotte say, my head still spinning. Opening my eyes, I saw her pour lube, liberally, on the end of James’ shaft.

“Wank him off, Jayne; make him blow into my mouth.”

Charlotte lay across the bed, her head between James’ open legs, her mouth open expectantly. Wrapping my hand around his cock I rubbed him vigorously, absent of much enthusiasm or care. I’d cum and was extremely satisfied; I was mindful, however, and I didn’t want to let the audience down.

Fortunately, not much effort was required on my part; almost instantly, cream flowed from James’s prick, missing Charlotte's mouth completely and slopping over her face. I need to work on my aim, I thought to myself. Her face still dripping with James’s semen, Charlotte announced to our guests that time was up and the evening's entertainment was now concluding. Wishing everyone a pleasant evening, she closed my laptop and turned to face James and me.

“Well, I think that all went rather well, don’t you?” Charlotte said, wiping her face on the duvet cover.

“I think so,” James replied.

“Did it?” I questioned.

“Jayne, you need to stop thinking of James and me as pawns in your plan. We are on your team. You need to start thinking of us as high-value pieces who can make many different moves. Don’t you agree, babe?” Charlotte said, looking at James.

“Absolutely,” James replied.

“We know you have a plan to get back at Harmony and Soline, who are, by the way, total cunts, and we want to help. Let us.”

My plans required some reformulating; Charlotte had been a revelation, and it was good to know James was back on my side. This evening may not quite have panned out entirely as intended, but it was going to make my revenge taste that much sweeter.