READER'S NOTE:
This story's MC is the same Jim Laydecker from some of my other stories, but a totally different story and timeline. Jim just seemed like the perfect character for a guy in over his head with bad women who want to sink their claws into him, as I hope you'll see.
Also, if you're familiar with my stuff, it's usually a fiasco of lewd humor, dumb jokes made in poor taste, not to be taken too seriously, and a quick read. This one's no different.
Enjoy!
ADDITIONAL TAGS: hardcore, blowjob, anal, creampie, big tits, bimbo, cheating, suspense, plot twist, humor, btb
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Lured in By Elena
Jim Laydecker was seated at the bar in his home, brooding over a drink in deep contemplation. He rolled the wedding ring on his finger as his mind worked in quiet solitude.
Wedding ring? That's right. After years of relentless pursuit by vain, money-grubbing bimbos, a lucky girl had finally made herself Mrs. Jim Laydecker.
Her name was Elena. A gorgeous, blonde Slavic smoke show he met over a long weekend in Vegas. After a three-day bender of partying and sex, she dragged him to a Vegas chapel half-drunk and married him. As impulsive as that seems, Jim went along with it because he was having the time of his life with her, or in her, rather.
For a few months, it was the most fun and the best pussy he'd ever had. Elena seemed to be the girl of his wet dreams. She was fun, shockingly gorgeous, and a perpetually horny freak who satisfied every last one of his considerable fetishes. Even her terrible broken English turned him on. He couldn't stop thinking about her.
All this was distracting Jim from his important work. Since his main talent was being astronomically wealthy, he funded and facilitated huge projects. His most recent - and most promising - was work on a vastly improved A.I. model, fixing all the hiccups and shortcomings of the current technology. He was close to getting it right. And if he did, the benefits to the human race could be huge. Yet, his fixation on Elena had him in such a state that he couldn't focus, and the project had been on hold for weeks.
Aside from neglecting his work, there was another teeny, tiny problem. Jim's desire for Elena was only surpassed by her love of horny, adoring men. And she still had certain... proclivities. In fact, being married to Jim hadn't slowed her down at all in her continuing mission to explore strange new cock.
Unfortunately for Jim, Elena took being an unfaithful slut to staggering new heights. When he married her, he mistook all the non-stop sex for genuine affection, and the thrill he got from being inside her to being in love. His immature mind did a terrible job of discerning the difference. He thought Elena would be his gorgeous trophy bimbo, at his side at all times. He didn't know he'd be sharing her with every hung guy with a six-pack in southern California.
How bad was Elena's cheating? Jim didn't know the full extent of it, but he had suspicions. There was that stockbroker who hurried over to buy their lunch last week, that was weird. And those two surfers they ran into at the beach were extra grabby with her...
And then, there was "the rumor".
Jim couldn't confirm or deny it, but it had something to do with a local lacrosse team celebrating their championship win with Elena and two bottles of champagne.
Of course, Jim's brain tuned that thought out before it could visualize the messy details. Through a combination of infatuation and tireless denial, he was continuing to play dumb. But as his sanity gradually returned to him, he knew this was a path to disaster, and that his impulsive paper marriage to her was ultimately a mistake.
But Elena had taken well to the opulence of Jim's lifestyle. The other day, he saw her laid out lazily in a sun chair while Jim's staff worked on her busily like the crew of a fighter jet. They were oiling her up, fixing her hair, lipstick and makeup, and buffing the polish on her fingers and toes. As he watched her bask in the attention and pampering, he knew his promiscuous princess wasn't leaving without a fight.
Jim finished his drink and slammed the glass down with resolve. Despite his infatuation with her, it was time to do what he had to do. It seemed obvious that marrying her was a mistake, and if Elena couldn't keep herself off other men's boners, they would have to tear the whole thing up and go their separate ways. It was time to have "the hard talk."
Jim wasn't looking forward to it. Due to his horny, shallow simple-mindedness, he didn't want to send the best pussy of his life out the door. But he couldn't take the heartbreak and embarrassment. Also, Elena was especially vicious when she was angry, and she wasn't going to take the news well that Jim wanted her out.
She was in the bedroom. Jim swallowed nervously and straightened up his appearance, then walked in to drop the hammer on her.
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When he walked into the room, he was not prepared for what he saw. Elena was perched on the edge of the bed, leaning forward eagerly, locked on his 75-inch big-screen TV with stars in her eyes. She was naked except for a pink feather boa and 4-inch platform sandals, and she was watching high-dollar, hardcore porn.
"Elena!" Jim blurted out in surprise.
She pressed her finger up to her lips. "Shhh! Is best part!"
Jim looked at the vivid scene on the TV. A beautiful, nameless porn starlet was getting her asshole decimated by Ron Holebreaker's lubed 10-inch cock, captured in unnecessarily high resolution. It looked like he was about to split her in half with it.
Well, that was distracting. Not only the beautiful actress's impassioned howling as she got buttfucked into oblivion, but Jim's eyes kept diverting to the screen. Why did he come in here, again?
Oh, right. He was calling out Elena for her cheating, and telling her to pack her bags. Before he could get his thoughts back on track, Elena spoke to him.
"Look! She is beautiful woman, no? He is hard, horny man. He obliterates her asshole with raw cock, yes?"
"Uh, yes?" Answered Jim, not sure if it was a rhetorical question.
"He fuck her so well. Cock so hard and ready to explode with cum. He will fill her asshole with cumming, no?"
"Highly likely..." Jim was still distracted. The steamy scene on screen, and Elena's horny state of elation over it, was making him hard and throwing him off balance. He was not off to a good start having the "hard talk" with her.
He tried again. "Elena, we need to talk... Have you been cheating on m-"
"Yes!!" Elena squealed, interrupting him. But she wasn't even listening to him. She was still immersed in the porn. Her prediction was correct, and after joyriding his lovely co-star's shitpipe till he couldn't hold back, Ron Holebreaker was shooting a hot, gushing load of jizz into her punished asshole.
Elena hopped with excitement, smiling brightly and squeaking in pure jubilance at the sight. Jim had never seen a woman so infatuated with sex. The strained faces, the sound of their amorous moaning, the messy, explosive finish. It was like a drug to her.
Jim paused the video, freeze-framing on an extreme closeup of the girl's annihilated asshole, cum dribbling out of it, rolling down to her snatch. Elena pouted like a spoiled teenager.
Jim took a deep breath and tried to re-center himself. Ok. Attempt number three:
"I think we should-"
"-Have sex now!! Yes. You fuck me. You dominate me like woman in movie."
"That's... not what I was going to say."
"I said sex now, Jim!" she shot back angrily. "Sex sex sex!"
Elena wasn't usually this pushy. She didn't need to be. Jim was always at her beck and call for sex. This mild hesitation was the closest thing to rejection a woman like Elena ever experienced. A sneer curled on her lip, and a vicious, snake-like expression came over her face. Then a split second later, she returned to seductive, pouty lips and batting eyelashes.
"We try something new, no? You fuck me in new way, yes?" she twirled the feather boa in her fingers.
What ways hadn't Jim fucked her? Even the idea was enticing to him. She slipped her stiletto sandals off and raised her feet up into his lap, feeling his pulsing hard cock through the fabric of his pants. Jim's eyelids drooped as her soft elegant tootsies ran over him, caressing his cock as it nearly burst through the seams, grasping it with her toes.
Fuck. Elena was a living embodiment of pure sex. This conversation would be so much easier if her big, bulging tits weren't out. Jim's heart started to pound. His resistance was giving way to the overcoming desire to be inside her again. She licked her lips and her eyes lit up with excitement. She had him.
What the hell was he doing? Was he really going to put Elena's cheating on the back burner and continue to play dumb, just to have sex with her? Did he have any self-respect at all? Then she laid back with her legs spread wide, toes pointing into the air, spread her pussy open, and fingered herself. He knew at that moment:
Yes, he was. And no, he did not.
He jumped out of his clothes and crawled to her on the bed, treating her snatch to wild, wet tongue. He whipped her into a pink, wet frenzy, eyes looking up at her mesmerized as she clutched her own big juicy tits, pinching her nipples tightly in her fingers, licking her lips, and babbling erotic shit talk to him.
She playfully draped the feather boa over the hilt of his erect cock, pushed him onto his back and swallowed it down to the balls, wetting it in a hot glaze of spit. She sloppily slid her hot lips all over it from the tip to the base, moaning and savoring it, pleasing him immeasurably with her hot mouth love. Then she clutched her big juicy skin globes and let him tit fuck her, his eyes lit up with excitement as his long thick cock slid in and out of those luscious melons and she fluttered the tip of his dick with her tongue at the top of every long stroke.
He laid her out, propped her leg up into the air, and clutched his dick tightly to penetrate her, ready to run her through with every inch. When he plunged into her it was like a molten hot sword being quenched in oil. He didn't just fuck her, he obliterated her. Clutching her hair tightly in his fingers, his ego swelled with immense satisfaction as he dominated her, just like the woman in the movie. He had to spit out feathers as he knocked them loose from that fluffy pink boa around her neck.
Their bodies shimmered with sweat as they went on and on, Jim twisting her in every conceivable position he could to get inside her. After passionately trouncing her for so long, Jim couldn't hold his load any longer. He howled like an animal as a rushing burst of hot cum shot out of him into her.
She clutched his head and pulled it tightly to her, whispering erotic filth in his ear to get every drop out of him. He came for what felt like an eternity. Unable to stop, he kept fucking her with his cum-glazed cock. Whipping her pummeled snatch into a luscious, gooey, sticky creampie.
Elena lit up with excitement at the gorgeous sight. So much cum from that big powerful cock. She savored how he clutched her body for dear life, reduced to squirming and moaning as he couldn't stop running her through with his quivering dick. She felt it pulsing and trembling inside her, and she was elated by the exhaustion in his body and the satisfaction in his face after utterly slaying her with it. Who slayed who, exactly?
Jim had indulged in her until his body hit its limits and spilled over into her. Now he was exhausted and satisfied, and she had power over him like a loyal pet. He caressed her, grasping for her anxiously, softly kissing her mouth, neck, and tits. So much affection from a man who had fucked her so fiercely just moments ago.
She stroked his chin and caressed his chest, congratulating him on a job well done in her.
"Mmmm, relax Jim baby. I go now to clean up. I make you drink."
She kissed him sensually on his mouth as it hung open in a daze. He still couldn't peel his eyes off her, admiring her every step as she gracefully strutted away, passing through beaded curtains to mix him a drink in the next room.
Jim was sprawled out on the bed in complete exhaustion, dick still glistening in the dim light. That was exactly the kind of searing hot sex that kept him under Elena's spell. Which, for reasons you'll find out shortly, is exactly where she wanted him.
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Once Elena had left the room, the door to the bedroom slowly opened, and a shadowy figure stepped in. Jim raised his head. Who was this?
It was a dark-haired woman. She was beautiful, and unfortunately fully clothed in black tactical gear. She looked like some kind of secret agent. What was she doing in his bedroom? Did Elena call in some friends for a cosplay gangbang or something?
The mysterious female agent turned to the TV. The screen was still frozen on the closeup of that girl's creampied asshole.
"Having a good time, Mr. Laydecker?" The agent said coldly.
"What? Who are you? How do you know my name??"
