I was awoken by the sound of our doorbell ringing followed shortly after that by the unmistakable sounds of a UPS truck driving away down the street, no doubt meaning that my Amazon package with the GPS tracker had arrived on my doorstep. Ashley was lying next to me on the bed, her head was on my chest and she was sound asleep in her French maid uniform and heels. I loved the way her soft blonde hair felt on my skin as I lay there watching her breathe, her angelic face snuggled up against my body.
I know I told myself at the start of the affair that I was only in it for the short term because I could not resist the temptation of having sex with Ashley. After all, what man
could
resist this hot, young 18 year old blonde goddess who could easily be on the cover of a magazine? I told myself that there was no way there could ever be any more to the relationship than just sex. I made it clear to Ashley that there was no way I would leave my wife for her, our age difference was just way too extreme for a long term relationship and she was too young to know what she wanted. The problem was the more I got to know Ashley the more it seemed like she might know exactly what she wanted and I might be the one without a clue.
I realized the GPS idea was just me grasping at straws, hoping to find a reason to allow myself to continue fucking Ashley without feeling bad about it. The only evidence so far that my wife might be cheating was a single ticket stub which may or may not have been planted by the sexy, young blonde that was sleeping in my arms. I rationalized it to myself by thinking that even if Ashley
did
plant the ticket stub, that only meant that she really did want me badly enough to do anything to get me.
I know it all sounds a bit crazy, but these are the thought patterns of a man being seduced by a beautiful woman half his age. My marriage had gotten stale and boring over the years and having a new adventure with a sexy, young woman like Ashley was quite a temptation. I guess I always knew I was lying to myself when I thought that this affair could somehow be simple and easy, but now I just did not care.
I was now focused on proving my wife was cheating on me, because that would mean I wasn't the only bad guy in this story. If my wife was cheating on me, then there was no reason I couldn't have a real relationship with Ashley, if that's what Ashley truly wanted. If I could prove that Ashley was right and that my wife didn't deserve me, then maybe everything would be clear.
There was one thing that was certain, and that was that the sex with Ashley had been out of this world amazing. Being with her made me feel so young and alive and I wanted that feeling to last as long as it could. I loved the fact that she would dress up in sexy costumes or lingerie for me and do things like let me handcuff her. She was obviously trying hard to be my fantasy girl and she was succeeding.
I was looking forward to spending the next weekend with her and being able to spend the whole night with her by my side for two nights in a row. I knew what I had to do in order to make it the perfect weekend, Ashley wanted to wear my wife's rings and I figured that I would have to make that happen.
Ashley's body moved as she stretched and opened her bright blue eyes and looked up at me with a smile.
"Hello, beautiful," I said grinning.
"Hi," Ashley yawned, "what time is it?"
"It's a little before noon."
"Mmm, good, plenty of time," Ashley groaned as she moved her long, slim body higher up the bed and softly kissed my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her sweet scent.
"Yeah, plenty of time for us to test the new GPS unit that's sitting on the doorstep." I let out a soft moan as Ashley playfully nibbled on my neck.
"Mmm, I can't wait until we catch the bitch red handed," Ashley giggled as she sat up in the bed and looked into my eyes as her fingertips traced random patterns on my chest. The French maid uniform falling off her body, revealing her perfect firm breasts with the soft, puffy pink nipples.
"Or it might yield nothing at all."
"Possibly, but if it proves the bitch is cheating, then what?" Ashley asked with a grin.
"Then we make her pay."
"We make
who
pay?" Ashley giggled as her hand slid down my torso and grabbed my a hold of my cock.
"We make the bitch pay," I groaned as Ashley used her well manicured hand to start stroking my cock slowly.
"Very good, husband. And how will we make the bitch pay?" Ashley asked as her blue eyes probed mine and her hand stroked my now rock hard cock with a slow up and down motion.
"Mmm, I don't know yet. I'm sure we will figure it out," I moaned as Ashley smiled and removed her hand from my hard, throbbing cock.
"So, time to go test the new GPS?" Ashley smiled wickedly as she ignored my raging hard-on that she had just brought to life.
"Do you really want me to spank you again?" I grinned.
"Nope," Ashley shook her head and giggled, making a popping sound with her lips at the end of the word.
"Are you just going to leave that big, hard cock hanging the way that it is?"
"Yep," she said, making the popping sound again and giggling.
"Do I need to get my belt," I asked with an annoyed smile.
"If you must," Ashley giggled as she sat there on the bed watching me.
"So, you
want
me to force you?" I asked as I looked into her mischievous blue eyes.
"I didn't say that," Ashley giggled.
"You didn't
not
say that either," I moaned as I reached down to the floor trying to find my belt.
"True," Ashley smiled and she jumped off the bed just as I found my belt and grabbed it with my right hand.
"Where are you going?" I yelled as Ashley ran from the room giggling. I grabbed the handcuffs and headed out into the hall after her. She was already at the bottom of the staircase when I hit the hallway and she was making her way into the kitchen as I pursued her. I ran down the hall and then jumped down the staircase naked, carrying my belt and the handcuffs and ran into the kitchen where Ashley was smiling on the other side of the big island.
"What are you planning on doing to me?" she smiled as she saw what I was carrying in my hands.
"Why don't you come over here and find out," I groaned, my cock hard as a rock.
"No, you come here," she giggled and watched me as I moved left then right, then left again as I bolted around the kitchen island. Ashley's heels hit the floor as she ran from me, she ran out of the kitchen and down the stairs into the den.
"You know I'm going to catch you," I yelled as I followed her down the stairs and heard the door to the basement fly open. When I got into the den I flew through the basement door and saw Ashley pulling her uniform back on as she stood on the other side of my pool table.
"What makes you think you can catch me?" Ashley giggled, breathing hard and watching me as I made my way closer to the table.
"What makes me think I can catch you?" I groaned. "The fact that I know you want to be caught," I smiled.
"I do?" Ashley grinned as she leaned forward and put her hands down on the rails of the pool table and watched me closely.
"You do," I grinned as I put the handcuffs down on the table and snapped the belt onto itself to make the desired thwacking noise.
"Why is that?" Ashley giggled.
"Because you want to be punished," I said, holding onto the belt with my right hand and grabbing a pool cue with my left.
"Oh, I do?" Ashley smiled as she moved to her left so I mirrored her by moving to my right. She went right so I again mirrored her by going to my left. As she tried to make the dash from the pool table to get behind the bar I tossed the pool cue in her direction and it wound up under her black, leather pump causing her to fall down onto the carpeted floor where I was on her in an instant.
"Yes, you do," I said as I held her down on the floor as she tried to get away.
"Don't spank me with your belt," she giggled as she kicked her feet for effect.
"Oh, I won't," I moaned as I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the pool table as I kicked her legs apart and I threaded the belt through the buckle and made a big loop.
"What
are
you going to do?" Ashley asked as she looked back at me and smiled. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a handful of Ashley's long, blonde hair and pulled her back to me.
"If you're going to run, you're going to get a leash," I moaned as I brought the looped leather belt over her head and pulled the slack out of it once it was around her neck making a makeshift collar and leash as she moaned.
"Mmm, fuck, Mr. Jones," Ashley groaned as she felt my hard cock moving up and down her dripping wet pussy lips.
"Are you going to behave?" I growled as I pulled back on the belt.
"No, sir," she moaned. "Fuck me."
I pressed her young body up against the pool table as my raging hard cock slid inside her waiting pussy. I held onto the belt and watched as she lay on green felt and slid her hands into two of the table's holes and grabbed on for dear life as I started fucking her harder and harder. Each deep thrust I pounded her pussy with made her scream and I could feel her body slamming itself back down onto me for more.
Seeing young Ashley bent over my pool table, wearing that sexy French maid outfit and with my black leather belt around her neck got me harder than I even knew was possible. I wondered for a moment just how it was even possible that I had made the sexy Catholic high school girl from next door my own little fuck toy to do with whatever I wanted. I didn't dwell on the question long as my cock was on fire and my brain was flooded with lust for this horny little slut so I thrust myself deep inside her over and over again as I pulled back harder on the belt.
"Yes!" Ashley screamed as her pussy gripped down hard on my cock and sent me into full frenzy. My cock exploded and filled Ashley's tight, dripping pussy with every last drop of my white hot cum.
"Holy fuck," I moaned as I let go of the belt and felt Ashley's tight pussy contracting over and over again on my throbbing cock, milking it for what seemed like forever.
"That was fucking
hot
," Ashley moaned out of breath as she let go of the pool table.
"Yeah, not sure what that came from," I smiled as I slid my cock from her tight, young pussy and stepped back.
"I loved it, I won't even ask when the last time you bent the bitch over this pool table was," Ashley smiled as she stood up and turned to face me.
"Aren't you going to ask if I've ever put a belt around her neck?" I grinned as I reached out and loosened the leather strap and removed it from around her neck.
