A Well-Laid Trap: The Story Of A Professional Hotwife (9 page)

She placed her handcuffed hands on her buttocks, as far as she could given that they were bound, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her skin stretched out and her puckered hole was exposed, glistening with her cum, and the message was clear.

I mean, I guess it was. Did she want me to go
all the way?
We had never done that.

I moved my thumb over her asshole now. It was flattened out to a larger ring by her tugging on her buttocks. She gasped in pleasure.

I pressed my thumb against her hole. When she responded by lifting her hips toward me, I pushed harder. She lifted her head, and her nails dug into the flesh of her ass. “Oh,” she said, as the tip of my thumb passed through her tight sphincter.

And then, as though she did it all the time, I felt her asshole relax, and my thumb seemed to almost get sucked in, sliding easily right up to the knuckle.

“All the way,” she breathed, just as I wondering how far to go. “Then fuck me.”

I was almost shaking from the forces building up inside of me. I pushed my thumb in and delighted in the slight gasp of pain she gave me. Her ass clenched around me and she moaned. The flesh in her ass was surprisingly smooth, and hotter than her cunt. I could see why men liked anal so much. I had never gone there, but now her hot flesh on my thumb was making my cock cry out to be inside of her.

But this was already so far outside our normal boundaries, so I twisted my hand instead, placing my fingertips on her lower back, and guided my cock to her pussy.

I could feel the thickness of my member against the backside of my thumb as I entered her, through the flesh between her cunt and ass. I pushed down with my thumb, and was pleased at how she spasmed round me and gasped. “Oh fuck,” she said. I did it again, squeezing her flesh between my cock and my thumb, and a wave of clenching muscle rolled through her again.

I began to fuck her, leaving my thumb deep inside of her ass. I moved it up and down, pressing against her tight flesh, and she squealed as I did. Her pussy was so wet there was almost no friction as I moved in and out of her, but I was going quickly over the edge.

I wanted to wait until she came again, and so I clenched my jaw and looked away from the incredibly lewd sight of her ass, the handcuffs, my embedded thumb, and my cock beneath it all. I felt her body heating up again, her muscles coiling around my fingers and my cock, her torso going stiff.

“Oh fuck,” she said, and it was a whisper now. Her whole body went stiff as concrete, and her orgasm sort of slammed through her. Her ass clamped around my thumb, and her pussy seemed to suck my cock deeper inside of her. A flush spread over her cheeks, and for a second the strength of orgasm scared me. She seemed to top breathing, almost like she was having a stroke.

She expelled a ragged puff of air, and her eyes began to water. Her muscles began to ripple wildly, and I began to go over the edge myself. My seed exploded deep inside of her, and I yanked my hand from her ass to grasp her hips. It was the strongest orgasm I ever had.

“Holy shit,” I finally managed to say.

She was still clawing her fingers into the flesh of her buttocks, and panting with her face turned to the side. Her eyes were watering a little, her cheeks bright pink. It was beautiful.

But as my orgasm began to fade away in waves, the strangeness of it all began to pulse into reality. Jordan never had sex like this. She didn't
do
things like this. This wasn't her at all.

Not that I didn't like it. Give me a break. But with all of my other suspicions, it was hard not to feel uneasy about it, for dark clouds of doubt to come in fast like a summer storm. I frowned.

And then she did the strangest thing of all. She worked her handcuffed arms down her thighs, tucking her legs up to her chest with a facility that almost seemed – no,
did,
most definitely, seem – practiced. She rolled around as I stared at her, and tucked her feet through her arms, bringing her cuffed hands to the front of her body. Now she was on her back, and looking up at me with a grin.

But a very strange grin. The kind of grin I never saw on her face. “Phew!” she said. “That was hot.”

She held the handcuffs out to me.

I stared at her.

“Can you?” she prompted, pointing at the simple release mechanism on the side of them.

I released the cuffs, and she took them off like she did it all the time.

“You're certainly a pro with those,” I said. I attempted a joking tone but my voice was flat.

Jordan kissed me on the cheek, and if she noticed my demeanor she gave no indication of it.

“I have to take another shower,” she said. She scooted off the edge of the bed, holding her hands as if they were still cuffed. She stood up and started to walk to the bathroom, but she turned around halfway across the room.

“Care to join me?”

God, I was so conflicted. How could I say no to an offer like that? I felt fucked-out, but she was gloriously flushed and wet, and the sensation of her hot flesh around my cock and hand was coming back to life in my memory, tapping at my cock already.

On the other hand, it felt like an animal was trapped in my chest, clawing around, trying to get out. What the hell was going on here? Why couldn't I just enjoy it? Was my wife having an affair or not? Did it matter? Was I turned on by it? I needed some time to think.

I smiled. “In a minute.” I pointed at myself with a vague gesture, meant to indicate I was too tired to stand. Jordan smiled back, and she slipped into the shower.

My insides were tearing to shreds. I collapsed on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to get my head around what was happening and how I felt about it.

I got up and walked to the sink, throwing cold water on my face to straighten my mind out. My eyes, of course, went to the vision of Jordan's naked body behind the shower door. She was streaked with soapy water, and the humidity on the door blurred her in places, but mostly it was an unobstructed to view to her sculpted body.

She had her head under the water, rinsing her hair again. “Join me,” she said, her voice light and carefree.

I opened the door and stepped into the water – always, with Jordan, a few degrees hotter than I was comfortable with. But she immediately turned, slippery and silk-smooth, and pressed her ass against me. Her hand was reaching up for her facecloth. She leaned her head back against my chest. “Hmmm,” she growled. “Someone's ready to go again.”

I helped her find her facecloth, because her face was slick with soap. She smiled as I wiped the water from her face, and she gave me a wicked grin as I passed the cloth over her eyes. “That's something to try, too,” she said.

I moved my hands down her body. My own body was responding to her in the only way it could: by wanting her again. But my mind was deeply troubled.

“You're getting awfully experimental,” I said.

Jordan leaned against me with more force. She edged her ass up a little, moving her snatch closer and closer to my cock. She smiled, and tipped her head back even further to look at me in surprise. “You don't like it?” she teased, and her hand went behind her back and slid down, so the back of her wrist passed over my cock, teasing me. My dick spasmed involuntarily, and my hands, moving with what seemed like their own force, squeezed her breasts. I watched my hands work her nipples between my fingers, and cup her full flesh, as she writhed in pleasure.

“Why is it you're so experimental?” I said, and I felt like my mouth was as out-of-control as my hands and cock, but running off with the fantasy of my mind. “Is it because you've been getting some more experience?”

Jordan tipped her head forward and smiled, and she sort of shrugged. She twisted her hair away from her back, over one shoulder, and found the facecloth again. “I don't know. Don't you feel like we should...you know....spice it up a little? I sort of want to try new things.”

I knew she could feel my cock throbbing against her lower back, but I wondered if she knew why. If she could guess that the hardness of my cock came not from thinking about “new things” such as ass play or anal, but another man playing with her ass, or dipping inside of it...

I moved my hand down between her round buttocks, along her crack and to her asshole. To my surprise, she accommodated me by moving her feet apart slightly, and she flinched with immense pleasure when I made a circle around her ass with my fingertip. “Something new, like this?” I asked.

She smiled and turned her face toward me a little. “Maybe,” she said. “I'm sort...warming up to it. I liked it.”

I slid my finger to her pussy, and I was pleased to find her wet again. I dragged her juices toward her ass, and made another circle before slowly inserting my forefinger. Another flinch rippled through her body, and her ass squeezed tightly around my finger.

Now my cock was dripping precum again, and my head was spinning. I had dumped my fantasies of Jordan with another man for the one that was now presenting itself to me: the possibility that she might really let me try this on her.

Her ass relaxed, and my finger slid in easily, surrounded again my her hot flesh. Jordan leaned forward, passing under the shower, and pressing her hands against the wall. Her ass tilted upward, and I looked at my finger inside of her.

She didn't mean?

Her hand went up to the showerhead, and she pulled it out of the holder (comically splashing me in the face as she did.) I didn't know what my next move was, only that I was tempted to see how far she wanted to go with this. I was aching to feel around my cock what I could feel around my finger: tight, hot flesh.

The steady splash of the showerhead turned to a pulsing hum, and I felt the pulsing stream cross over my balls before Jordan guided it to her target: her own clit. She threw her head back as the water hit her sweet spot, and her ass began to spasm around my finger.

I began to move my finger, fucking her in the ass with my forefinger, as she twisted and groaned with the extreme pleasure of her shower-head masturbation. “Fuck,” she panted. “Oh god.”

I touched her anus with my middle finger, and then I began to slide it in, alongside my forefinger.

“Oh!” Jordan moaned, and her body twitched. She dropped her head again. “Oh god.”

But she didn't ask me to stop, so I pushed forward, and though she writhed around my fingers she continued to allow me in deeper.

I felt her body tensing around me, and her feet slid on the floor against mine. I held her torso with my other hand as she grew stiff throughout her whole body and her orgasm racked through her, so she wouldn't fall.

Her body seemed to turn from hot rock to liquid around my fingers and in my hands as she shuddered and screamed through her intense orgasm. The showerhead fell from her hands and she shrieked and tossed her head back. She clawed at the walls, and around my fingers her ass pulsed.

I wasn't able to stand any more. I slid my fingers from her ass, and spun her around and toward the bench at the back of the shower. I pressed her torso down so she could hold herself up, and then I guided my cock to her red slit.

My intention was to get my cock slicked up in her pussy, and try to push inside of her ass. But after I sank into her flesh and felt her still-throbbing, ultra-wet, superheated flesh clenching around me, I knew I wouldn't make it.

I slammed against her ass, enjoying the wet slap and the way her hands slid across the wet tiles with the force of my thrusts, until she had to press against the vertical wall, her cheek turned to the side, as I drilled my seed inside of her as violently and as deep as I had ever fucked my wife.

We panted against the wall for full minutes. Jordan's pussy was still welling with her own cum, and mine, and twitching with the force of her own orgasm.

I finally slid my arm beneath her torso to help her to standing. My cock slid from inside of her, and she leaned against me, pressing her back against my chest. “Holy. Shit,” she breathed.

She turned and sat on the bench, knocking shampoo bottles out of the way. She giggled. “My thighs are burning.”

Mine were, too. As the intoxication of my orgasm faded, I could feel all the strain my muscles had been under. I squeezed next to her and we leaned against the tile wall. Jordan reached out for the showerhead with her feet, and pulled to where she could grab it.

“Fuck that's hot,” I said.

Jordan held the showerhead against her chest and flicked it occasionally toward me. She was exhausted. I was exhausted. It felt good, like another time, long ago, when we used to fuck ourselves silly as teenagers.

“The sex or the water,” she said, smiling with her eyes closed.

“Both,” I said.

I wanted to say more. But I was tired. The moment was nice, and I didn't want to ruin it.

But my paranoia was not long at bay.

Jordan fell asleep, snuggled up next to me, and it was only minutes before the warm, numb, fucked-out sense of well-being turned to pins and needles and all of the things that had happened that evening came crashing into my mind.

My heart felt like a knife had been plunged into it as I came back to this one, incontrovertible fact:

Jordan was the woman at the bar, the woman I had seen and not truly, truly believed to be her until I saw her this evening in the gray dress.