Lisa stirred the sugar into her iced tea, the ice clinking softly against the glass as Samantha leaned forward across the table, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips. The café was quiet, the hum of afternoon chatter barely registering over the sound of Lisa’s heart thudding in her ears. Samantha had that look in her eye—the one that always preceded something dangerous. "So," Samantha began, her voice dripping with casual curiosity, "how’s John in bed?" Lisa nearly choked on her tea. She set the glass down with a shaky hand, her cheeks flushing. "Sam!" she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "You can’t just ask me that." Samantha laughed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, her high heels catching the light. "Oh, come on, Lisa. We’re friends. You can tell me. I’m just curious. You two seem so… happy." Lisa hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. She hadn’t expected this today. John was… incredible. He was attentive, passionate, and, well, he definitely knew what he was doing. But there was something about Samantha’s tone that made her feel like she was stepping into a trap. "He’s great," Lisa said finally, her voice soft but firm. "We’re great." Samantha raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Great? That’s it? Great? Come on, Lisa, details. You’re telling me he’s got nothing special down there?" Lisa’s face burned. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. "John’s… well, he’s plenty enough for me," she stammered, trying to sound confident. Samantha leaned in again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Plenty enough? That’s not exactly a glowing review, Lisa. You know, a real man should make you feel like you’re being ruined. Like you can’t even walk straight the next day. That’s how it should be." Lisa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Sam, stop. John’s perfect for me. I don’t need anyone else." Samantha’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Perfect? Hmm. I don’t know, Lisa. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. There’s passion there, sure, but… I can’t help but wonder if you’re really being satisfied. You’re such a beautiful woman. You deserve the best, you know?" Lisa’s stomach churned. Samantha was playing with her, testing her. She could feel it, but she didn’t know how to stop it. "John is the best," she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. Samantha tilted her head, her grin turning almost predatory. "Is he, though? I mean, I’m just saying… size matters, Lisa. And I’m not talking about just length. A real man knows how to use what he’s got. A real man knows how to take you. To make you feel like you’re his and his alone." Lisa’s breath hitched. She hated how Samantha’s words were affecting her. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to compare John to some hypothetical real man. But Samantha’s voice was like honey, sweet and intoxicating, and it was hard to ignore. "John’s plenty big," Lisa blurted out before she could stop herself. She immediately regretted it, her cheeks flaming as Samantha’s eyes lit up. Samantha’s grin turned almost feral. "Plenty big? Interesting. Care to elaborate?" Lisa shook her head, gripping her glass tightly. "No, Sam. Drop it. This is getting weird." Samantha leaned back again, her expression softening, though her eyes still sparkled with mischief. "Alright, alright. I’ll drop it. For now. But seriously, Lisa, you’re too good for settling. Don’t ever forget that." Lisa forced a smile, though her mind was racing. She didn’t like where this conversation was going, didn’t like the way Samantha was making her doubt herself. But she couldn’t stop the tiny voice in the back of her head, the one that whispered questions she didn’t want to answer. "I’m not settling," Lisa said finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "John’s everything I want. End of story." Samantha raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin never wavering. "Alright, Lisa. I hear you. Just… keep an open mind, okay? Life’s too short to not explore all your options." Lisa nodded, though she couldn’t shake the unease settling in her chest. She didn’t want to explore any options. She loved John. He was everything to her. But as the two women finished their drinks and parted ways, Lisa couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted. Samantha’s words lingered in her mind, planting seeds of doubt that she desperately wanted to ignore. When she got home, John was waiting for her, his smile warm and welcoming. He pulled her into his arms, his touch familiar and comforting. "Hey, beautiful," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "How was your day?" Lisa forced a smile, pressing her face into his chest. "It was fine," she lied, her heart heavy with guilt. John didn’t notice, his hands roaming her back as he nuzzled her neck. "Good. I missed you." Lisa closed her eyes, letting herself sink into him. She loved him. She did. But as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, she couldn’t help but wonder… Was he enough? John’s lips found hers, his kiss deep and passionate, but Lisa’s mind was elsewhere. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to compare. But as his hands slid under her shirt, teasing her skin, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like… What it would feel like… If he were bigger.

Lisa and Samantha meet at a café where Samantha, with a sly grin, asks Lisa about her sex life with John, making Lisa uncomfortable. Lisa defends her relationship, but Samantha persistently tries to plant seeds of doubt, suggesting that John might not be enough for Lisa. Lisa goes home to John, who greets her warmly, but she can't shake Samantha's words and starts to wonder if John is enough for her.

Lisa stirred the sugar into her iced tea, the ice clinking softly against the glass as Samantha leaned forward across the table, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips. The café was quiet, the hum of afternoon chatter barely registering over the sound of Lisa’s heart thudding in her ears. Samantha had that look in her eye—the one that always preceded something dangerous.  

__"So,"__ Samantha began, her voice dripping with casual curiosity, __"how’s John in bed?"__  

Lisa nearly choked on her tea. She set the glass down with a shaky hand, her cheeks flushing. __"Sam!"__ she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. __"You can’t just ask me that."__  

Samantha laughed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, her high heels catching the light. __"Oh, come on, Lisa. We’re friends. You can tell me. I’m just curious. You two seem so… happy."__  

Lisa hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. She hadn’t expected this today. John was… incredible. He was attentive, passionate, and, well, he definitely knew what he was doing. But there was something about Samantha’s tone that made her feel like she was stepping into a trap.  

__"He’s great,"__ Lisa said finally, her voice soft but firm. __"We’re great."__  

Samantha raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. __"Great? That’s it? Great? Come on, Lisa, details. You’re telling me he’s got nothing special down there?"__  

Lisa’s face burned. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. __"John’s… well, he’s plenty enough for me,"__ she stammered, trying to sound confident.  

Samantha leaned in again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. __"Plenty enough? That’s not exactly a glowing review, Lisa. You know, a real man should make you feel like you’re being _ruined_. Like you can’t even walk straight the next day. That’s how it should be."__  

Lisa shifted uncomfortably in her seat. __"Sam, stop. John’s perfect for me. I don’t need anyone else."__  

Samantha’s eyes gleamed with mischief. __"Perfect? Hmm. I don’t know, Lisa. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. There’s passion there, sure, but… I can’t help but wonder if you’re really being satisfied. You’re such a beautiful woman. You deserve the best, you know?"__  

Lisa’s stomach churned. Samantha was playing with her, testing her. She could feel it, but she didn’t know how to stop it. __"John is the best,"__ she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly.  

Samantha tilted her head, her grin turning almost predatory. __"Is he, though? I mean, I’m just saying… size matters, Lisa. And I’m not talking about just _length_. A real man knows how to use what he’s got. A real man knows how to _take_ you. To make you feel like you’re his and his alone."__  

Lisa’s breath hitched. She hated how Samantha’s words were affecting her. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to compare John to some hypothetical _real man_. But Samantha’s voice was like honey, sweet and intoxicating, and it was hard to ignore.  

__"John’s plenty big,"__ Lisa blurted out before she could stop herself. She immediately regretted it, her cheeks flaming as Samantha’s eyes lit up.  

Samantha’s grin turned almost feral. __"Plenty big? Interesting. Care to elaborate?"__  

Lisa shook her head, gripping her glass tightly. __"No, Sam. Drop it. This is getting weird."__  

Samantha leaned back again, her expression softening, though her eyes still sparkled with mischief. __"Alright, alright. I’ll drop it. For now. But seriously, Lisa, you’re too good for _settling_. Don’t ever forget that."__  

Lisa forced a smile, though her mind was racing. She didn’t like where this conversation was going, didn’t like the way Samantha was making her doubt herself. But she couldn’t stop the tiny voice in the back of her head, the one that whispered questions she didn’t want to answer.  

__"I’m not settling,"__ Lisa said finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. __"John’s everything I want. End of story."__  

Samantha raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin never wavering. __"Alright, Lisa. I hear you. Just… keep an open mind, okay? Life’s too short to not explore all your options."__  

Lisa nodded, though she couldn’t shake the unease settling in her chest. She didn’t want to explore any options. She loved John. He was everything to her.  

But as the two women finished their drinks and parted ways, Lisa couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted. Samantha’s words lingered in her mind, planting seeds of doubt that she desperately wanted to ignore.  

When she got home, John was waiting for her, his smile warm and welcoming. He pulled her into his arms, his touch familiar and comforting.  

__"Hey, beautiful,"__ he murmured, kissing her forehead. __"How was your day?"__  

Lisa forced a smile, pressing her face into his chest. __"It was fine,"__ she lied, her heart heavy with guilt.  

John didn’t notice, his hands roaming her back as he nuzzled her neck. __"Good. I missed you."__  

Lisa closed her eyes, letting herself sink into him. She loved him. She did. But as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, she couldn’t help but wonder…  

Was he enough?  

John’s lips found hers, his kiss deep and passionate, but Lisa’s mind was elsewhere. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to compare. But as his hands slid under her shirt, teasing her skin, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like…  

What it would feel like…  

If he were bigger.

A Queen of Spades's revenge

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