This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
Hello again. This story could easily fit into Loving Wives, Non-Con, and Incest/Taboo. As always, I encourage you to check the tags. It probably isn't for everyone. This is a slutty stepmom story, and it runs the gamut on content.
Evelyn Ensnared
I lay there gasping on the damp sheets, as the bedroom door closed. I could hear their voices laughing and joking as they walked down the hallway. Another Thursday afternoon was over.
I looked down over my sweat-covered body and I could feel their cum drying on my tits and oozing from my well fucked cunt. There were two loads in my stomach as well. I had been used by people who were not my husband, and I can't say that I would change it if I could.
I am now their sexual slave, and it's my fault that this happened. It all started about two months ago.
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I was busy in the kitchen one Thursday when there was a knock on my front door. Ever since my stepson Reid went off to college four years ago, my front door had been pretty quiet except for summer breaks.
I saw a tall man's shape distorted by the faceted glass in my front door. I stopped a few feet away.
"Yes, who is it?"
A familiar voice. "Hey, Mrs. Stuart. It's Todd."
I smiled. Todd was one of my stepson's inner circle of friends. Part of the Four Amigos as they called themselves. I'd married Reid's dad six years ago, and I'd gotten to know them all. Todd wasn't the college type but had gotten an apprenticeship with the local electrician's union. I'd seen him around town now and again.
I opened the door and smiled at the tall, handsome young man. Like Reid, he'd played on the high school football team and still looked fit and ready to play. "Hey, Todd. What brings you into our neck of the woods? Reid won't be home for another couple of weeks or so."
Todd tapped a manila envelope that he held in his right hand. "Can I come in? I've got something I want to discuss with you."
I looked at him curiously and stepped back. "Well, sure you can. But I hope you're not selling anything."
Todd chuckled under his breath and looked at me. There was something I didn't like in his face just then. He held out the manila envelope and a feeling of dread came over me. I stepped to the kitchen counter and opened the envelope. What I saw made my heart skip a few beats.
I turned to him. "Where did you get these?" I asked, crushing the printed photos in my hand.
His smile was cold. "I'd think that would be obvious. I took them." He laughed and took the crumpled pages from my hand. "Don't be so rude. Let's look at these."
He spread the three images out on the counter. "Let's see here,
this
is you and an unnamed man going into a room at the Garden Inn in Malabar. You can even see your Lexus there, parked in front."
I tried to deny it. "Todd, it's really not what you think. We were discussing a land investment deal there on the beach. I really wasn't..."
He cut me off. "And here's another one of you coming out, the next morning." He pointed at the bottom of the paper. "And look here, there's a time-date stamp on both of them."
I sighed. "Todd I..."
He waved his hand and pointed at the last image. "And here's you and Mr. Unnamed Man, kissing at your car door. That doesn't look very business-like, to me."
I ran my hands down over my face and knew I was in deep trouble.
Todd stepped up to me and looked into my eyes with humor. "You know what I wonder? I wonder if you're wearing panties in this photo." He pointed to the image. "Or if they are in Mr. Unnamed Man's front pocket?"
I frowned at him. "Now Todd, there's no need to be vulgar. Behave yourself."
He straightened up to his full six-foot-plus height and glared down at me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and cleared my throat. "Now, since you are here talking to me, you obviously want something. Do you want money? I can get you money." I shivered and I was pretty sure he saw it. My husband and I have a pre-nuptial agreement. In a case of infidelity, I get nothing in a divorce. Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada, bupkis, diddly squat. I met his eyes squarely, but his amused look shook me to my soul.
"Money? No Evelyn, I don't want money," he said with a smile. It was the first time I could recall him ever calling me by my first name. All of Reid's friends had always been so proper, calling us Mr. and Mrs. Stuart.
I gasped and choked a bit, "Then what do you want?"
His smile widened to a Cheshire cat's grin. "Your husband hired me to follow you."
I gasped and he nodded knowingly. "He spotted the address in your phone's GPS and Googled it. He was very intrigued when it was a hotel's address."
He stepped closer to me until I could feel his breath on my face. His right hand came up and caressed my cheek. I turned from him, but his hand turned my face to his. "I think, that if you are going to go elsewhere for a little physical comfort when Mr. Stuart goes away, then you need to go no further than yours truly." His hand slid down and cupped my left breast through my blouse.
"I've always wanted you, Evelyn." His hand squeezed and I felt my nipple harden in his hand. "You've always been so smoking hot, even in the one-piece swimsuits you'd wear in the summer. Trying so hard to be proper when you had guests. As if I couldn't see those big fucking tits and that beautiful big ass."
I backed up, pushing his hand from my body. "Now Todd, there has to be another arrangement we can make. You are my stepson's best friend."
He just shook his head. "No, there isn't. If you're going to be a whore, be a whore with
me
. Do this and I'll tell Mr. Stuart you were there for a friend's baby shower or something, had too much to drink, and stayed the night... alone."