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."
I stammered and was searching for words when he began undressing. "Jesus, Todd, what do you think you're doing? We're in my kitchen!" His shirt came off and I could see his marvelously toned physique. He stepped out of his work shoes and unbuttoned his trousers.
"Now Todd, I think this has gone quite far enough..." I stopped mid-sentence when he revealed his cock. It was, in a word, perfect. Long and hard and thick enough that I knew it would stretch me wonderfully. I looked up at his face and knew that my own had betrayed me.
He stepped out of his pants and walked towards me. His cock was hard, and it twitched as he walked. "Mr. Stuart hits the road every Wednesday morning and gets home every Friday evening. He's done this for years. That doesn't seem like too long a time to go without cock." He stepped up to me and set his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me gently down, somehow knowing it wouldn't take much. I sank to my knees and his cock filled my field of vision. "Since you can't seem to go three days without it, I'm gonna come over every Thursday afternoon and give you mine."
He grabbed his cock by the root and took my jaw in his hand. I couldn't help it. My mouth opened and his cock slid in. I could tell from the smell of him that he hadn't showered since this morning. I tasted the day's sweat on his cockhead as it slid over my tongue. I pulled back.
"You... you can't! People will notice you coming over. He'll find out!" I pleaded. But he just gave me a smile that said, "There's no way out of this, you stupid slut."
"I'll park in front of Scott's house and use the back gate. No one will see a thing." He was right. We'd gotten very close with our neighbors behind us and when we replaced the privacy fence, we'd installed a gate between the two properties. The neighbor's son, Scott, was one of Reid's Amigos. I opened my mouth to continue the argument but found a cock thrust between my lips again.
"Scott's parents are at their summer property in Maine and Scott is backpacking in Europe this summer." He took my head in his hands and began sliding his cock into the back of my throat. He looked down at me with an almost tender expression.
"You are caught in a web, pretty little butterfly. Your body belongs to me now, every Thursday." I felt tears of outrage falling down my face as I began to suck on his beautiful cock. His hands became gentle on my head as I ran my tongue over the bottom of his cock. He moaned. "Oh Evelyn, that feels so good. I knew you would be an expert cocksucker."
After several minutes, he pulled his cock from my mouth. My mouth and his balls were bathed in my spit and his pre-cum. He held his hands down for me. I gave him mine and he helped me up.
"C'mon little butterfly, I'm going to fuck you like you need to be fucked. I'm going to cum inside you and I'm going to make you cum on my cock."
I gasped and my heart was thudding in my chest. "Out of respect for Mr. Stuart, we'll use the guest room. I've slept in it plenty of times, it'll do nicely." He grasped my arm around my triceps and led me briskly down the hall.
I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're... you're not going to... hurt me?"
His face softened. "I won't even leave a hickey on your beautiful curvy body. I don't want Mr. Stuart to see any marks that could end our fun." He leaned down and kissed me. "When I make you scream, it won't be from pain."
I stopped when I got to the end of the bed. I couldn't stop trembling. I felt his hands on me. "You're so beautiful. With your dark hair and eyes, you seem so unobtainable and glamorous," he whispered. "I've often wondered how Mr. Stuart got a trophy wife like you. He's a nice guy, but a real geek."
He spun me around to face him and began unbuttoning my blouse. I hadn't been wearing a bra and he smiled as his hands caressed my bare breasts. He squeezed them firmly and his fingers sank into my soft tits. "Now, I'm going to fuck Mr. Stuart's trophy wife, just like I've always wanted to." His eyes bored into mine. "Are you ready, little butterfly?"
I tried one last time to stop him, but it was weak and unconvincing. I knew he could see the weakness in my eyes. "We shouldn't... do this. He could come home... early."
His hands found the zipper on my skirt and in a moment, it joined my blouse on the floor. Todd pushed me back and I slid backward on the bed. He climbed up over me. "I've been pals with Reid since before his dad married you. Mr. Stuart has
never
come home early unless a hurricane was on the way." He glanced out the window. "Clear skies out there, Evelyn."
Todd slid his hand down the front of my panties and smiled when he found how wet I was. "I knew it." His thick finger slid down to my opening which was slick and ready. "You know, if I thought you were just someone who made a mistake and had a one-time fling, I might have just forgotten the whole thing." His eyes bored into mine. "But you're not. You're a
