A Well-Laid Trap 2: The Story Of A Professional Hotwife

by Arnica Butler

  From across the room, I could hear their breath, and the stickiness of their connection: a crackling, sucking sound, as he withdrew, and then plunged in again.

  But Jordan's voice, a shrill meow, covered the sound of their mating. There was nothing left to do but watch him slamming his cock inside of her. Watch her feet jerk and bounce like the feet of a doll. Listen to her squealing rising in pitch and frequency, hear her nearing another tremendous crest. Soon she was going to come all over his cock, and this man would have Jordan's nectar sticking to the length of his shaft.

  Jordan's twisted legs jerked as her orgasm made her jolt. She screamed, eliciting a bit lower lip and more insistent thrusting from Tyrese.

  But he wasn't done with her yet. I could see that he had no intention of coming so early in the game. He slowed his assault on her, and slowly withdrew his cock.

  With a sophisticated ease, he twisted Jordan's feet down, taking her body with her, so that she was bent over the couch with her legs on the floor. Now I had a nice view of her ass, and her glistening pussy, unraveling in bright red and pink.

  He wasted no time getting inside of her again. I watched his cock disappear inside of her, only now she was positioned so that I could see how big he was, how much he stretched her pussy open. The edges of her red hole were white like fiercely gripped knuckles, stretched almost to their maximum. She was so wet, though, that he glided easily in and out her with a sloppy, sticky sound.

  He pressed his hand onto the small of her back, and Jordan's body bent into a pleasing, submissive position. Her torso sank into the leather cushions of the couch and her ass turned upwards for him.

  I watched him pummel her. My view of his cock was unimpeded now, and I got to savor every delicious thrust, clearly visible. Jordan began to moan again.

  I looked at her ass, where she had kept her dildo all night. All evening while she sat in the restaurant, talking to him, sipping wine, she had squirmed with the small dildo inside of her. Knowing that she was warming herself up for him. Knowing she would be feeling this giant cock opening her up in just a few hours.

  I shuddered at the thought of it. Her asshole looked as tiny as ever.

  I wondered if she would be able to take it.

  His hand slid along the rounded swell of her ass. He withdrew completely to allow his thumb to sweep some of her cum up toward her asshole.

  He didn't linger long, as I had: he swept his finger quickly over her asshole, and then he plunged his thumb inside of her.

  Jordan turned her face into the leather pillows and yelled. But Tyrese did not hesitate; instead, he began to finger-fuck her, roughly, plunging his thumb all the way to his second knuckle.

  He whispered something to Jordan, and I couldn't make out the words. She didn't respond, so it didn't seem to be a question. I licked my lips in anticipation. I was excited to see if she could go through with it. Excited to see her take this man's huge cock in the ass, just for me. The prospect of seeing this, finally, right in front of me, actually made me feel dizzy.

  But very suddenly, Tyrese moved like a leopard and dragged Jordan around, repositioning her as though she were no more than a rag doll. Before I could even register the disappointment, he had her by the back of the head and was filling her mouth with his cock.

  Jordan was on her knees, and I could see that she was still dripping wet with excitement, ready to come again. Tyrese's fingers were curled up in her hair and moving her head back and forth, her entire mouth stretched open and completely stuffed full of his cock. I saw her throat spasm with a gag as he pushed even deeper. She managed to push back against his hand and get her mouth open to gasp for air. She looked up at him as she did this. Her face was a mess now: her mascara was streaked and her lipstick had worn off. Strands of her hair were ticking to her spit-covered face. She sucked at the air, but he didn't give her long. He pushed her down on his cock, and she made a muffled cry as he pushed her all the way, all the way to the very base of his long prick. “That's it, that's a good girl, you can do it,” his low baritone growled.

  Jordan opened her eyes, and looked past his tree-trunk of a leg, to where she knew I was hiding. It was inexact: she was staring at the closet next to me, but I knew she meant to meet my eyes.

  I felt a ripple of awful pleasure go through me.

  Tyrese moved her head along the length of his shaft, and I watched Jordan's eyes water and her nostrils flare as she struggled to breath and suck at the same time. Ty's cock was so big that it stretched her mouth to what seemed its limits: any further and her lips would split open. For some reason this uncoiled immense, filthy pleasure inside of me.

  He was close to coming. It was evident in the ripples beneath his skin, the flexing of his muscles. He clenched his ass.

  My wife's mouth was about to be filled with another man's cum.

  He surprised me, and perhaps Jordan too, by sliding his cock from her mouth at the last minute.

  And then he pulled her head back and grasped his shaft in one hand.

  I watched as his seed burst from the tip of his cock, layering streak after streak of white cum across Jordan's face and cheeks, over her chest.

  He stood over her, panting with the exertion of his own orgasm. Then he said something in his low voice. The words were not intelligible from where I was, just the rumble.

  I looked at my wife. She was panting, leaning back on her heels now. She looked up at Tyrese with excitement in her eyes, and her expression told me all that I needed to know: there was more to come. Her hand moved down her torso, between her legs, and I understood what Tyrese was commanding her to do in his low voice. Her fingers slid between the soaked folds of her pussy, and she began to stroke herself. From where I was the details of her fingers could not be seen, but it didn't matter. The way she was touching herself, almost subserviently, while looking up at Tyrese, was more than enough to make my cock feel as though it might rip open.

  Her breath began to quicken; I could see her chest rising and falling now in short, unsteady pants. She was getting closer to coming.

  Tyrese had not moved: he stood over her, his still-hard cock lightly bobbing in the air. He reached out and pressed his fingers against my wife's face, stroking the cum that had fallen all over her like a shower.

  Rubbing it in.

  Rubbing his cum into her skin while she obediently masturbated for him on her knees, her eyes locked onto his. A faint smile on her lips.

  No matter how secure she had made me feel, there was no way not to feel the scorching pain of this scene, right in the gut. At the same time, I was practically doubled over from the ache in my cock and my balls, which felt like they were being torn apart from the inside by an animal.

  When Jordan came, she did it quietly, without making a big scene. It was almost more inviting that way, at least for me: I watched her body tense and her cheeks puff out with a breath of rapidly expelled air. She seemed almost ready to faint, and her cheeks flushed. She bit her lip.

  “That's good,” I heard Tyrese distinctly say. He used his free hand to caress his cock in long strokes, a silent message to Jordan that he wasn't finished with her yet.

  “Go on, get in the bedroom,” he told her. He reached down to the side table where Jordan had set her wine, and picked it up with his massive hand like a crane claw. He shuttled it to her. “Have some of this...” and whatever he said after that faded into oblivion.

  Jordan sipped her wine, then set it on the table. She rose, and walked calmly from my field of vision, toward the bedroom.

  Tyrese moved to the side table on the opposite side of the couch, where his own glass of wine was sitting (and miraculously, had not been knocked over). He brought it to his lips.

  I could now contemplate the man who was fucking the shit out of my wife this evening, in his full glory. He was calm as he sipped his wine, but his arousal was evident: his cock had barely softened, and it protruded in front of him like blunt instrument. I stared, unable to stop myself. Not only because the size
of it was stare-ably impressive, but also because I knew that his cock was covered in my wife's sweet juices.

  Sticky with them.

  The image of his cum, splashing all over Jordan's face, flitted through my mind and I had to press against the inside wall of the closet to restrain myself.

  My stomach was twisting from more than one thing: looking at Tyrese's body, I was getting nervous about the next hours of this “final act.” If I were to get caught, it seemed a sure bet that I would get torn to pieces by this guy before I had time to explain anything to him.

  It wasn't going to stop me, of course, from creeping out of the closet and down the hallway as soon as he went into the bedroom.

  To fuck my wife.

  I could only hear what transpired in the first minutes of the next scene. Tyrese's low voice, telling my wife what to do. She didn't answer; I can only assume she obeyed his every command. I wanted desperately to hear if he was talking dirty to her. Something inside of me wanted him to debase her with his words. I heard their breath, heavy and almost synchronized. Panting like animals. The wet slaps of skin against skin, lips against lips.

  I was shaking and didn't fully trust my ability to remove myself from the closet and creep down the hall to stand outside the door and look in at the scene that awaited me.

  Oh, nothing would stop me from doing it, not even the possibility that Tyrese would see me, decide I was a burglar, and kill me on the spot with his huge fists. Nothing could stop me from looking at his cock, surrounded by the flesh of my wife's most intimate hole.

  I had tried out the closet doors and the hallway floors. In Dave and Marie's ultra-expensive condo, nothing made noise unless you wanted it to. Jordan had assured me that she would do everything she could to attract Ty's attention away from the door of the bedroom, which was really more of a hallway with two sharp turns in it and no door.

  The journey from the closet, down the hall, seemed to take an eternity. The adrenaline in my veins made me half-sick. The darkness of the hallway turned my vision into a green-pink soup, and my ears were tinny with the sound of my own blood pressure.

  Even though I knew the hallway floor would not squeak or creak, I couldn't compel myself to move quickly. Even though the low, rumbling breath of the man who was fucking my wife, and my wife's whispered pants were growing louder and quicker, I couldn’t move any faster. The fear that Ty would prick his wolfish ears up at the sound of my heart, which seemed to fill the air around me, held me back.

  That and the fact that, between fearing Ty discovering me and what I would see when I got far enough to stand in the doorway, I felt like I was going to vomit.

  With each turn in the small labyrinth leading into the bedroom, the sounds from the bed became sharper. The stickiness of skin slapping together, the sounds of wet pistoning. I felt bile churning into my stomach. As I inched to a view of the room, the heat their bodies had generated struck me in the face, along with the smell of sex.

  Jordan was on the bed, spread-eagle, holding her legs wide open for him by the feet. She was looking down at where his cock was pumping in and out of her already very used pussy, and giving him the very satisfying performance of a porn star. She bit her lip, and sucked in her breath.

  Or maybe, I reminded myself, it wasn't a performance at all. I watched Ty's dark, sculpted buttocks as they rose and fell in rapid fire over the spread white thighs of my wife. When he rose, I could see his cock inside of her, and when he drove into her his huge balls slapped her ass, sticky from her numerous orgasms.

  “Come for me again,” Ty growled. He started to slam into Jordan furiously, and she dropped her head back and mewled at the ceiling. Her tits bounced violently with the thrusts. Ty reached behind her neck and pulled her head to touch his forehead. Jordan obeyed his silent command and opened her eyes: He wanted her to watch his cock moving in and out of her.

  Her whole body shook as she came, and she dropped her legs in her excitement. Ty did not release her head, so she had to watch as he continued to fuck her long after the wave of her orgasm had crashed, and long after she began to howl with the ecstasy of being fucked long past when she came. Until she was excited again, almost against her will.

  But Ty rose up on his knees, withdrawing from inside of her abruptly.

  Her legs slapped against each other when he tossed them to one side to flip her over.

  I licked my lips.

  I was standing against the wall that blocked the turning hallway, and leaning against its cool surface both for support and in a vain attempt to cool myself down. By now every pulse of my cock was excruciating. I was so hyped up I thought it might actually be possible to ejaculate without anyone even touching me.

  And this was it. This was the great performance that Jordan had wanted to give me.

  Jordan tossed her head over her shoulder and looked up at Ty. But as she did, her eyes went past where I was in the doorway, and lingered for a sweet, if brief, moment. Her smile of complicity crackled through the air, reminding me this was all for me.

  She reached behind her and found Ty's cock with her hand. She guided it to her pussy and then up, to her ass, where she stroked her pink ring with the tip of him.

  “I see,” Ty murmured. He didn't elaborate on what he “saw,” but evidently he needed no more clarification from Jordan: she was one of those women who wanted a huge cock in her ass, and he wasn't going to ask any questions.

  He moved his hand to her pussy, and plunged three of his enormous fingers inside of her. He drew her sticky wetness up to her ass, and rubbed it over her anus and the inside of her buttocks, roughly, getting it everywhere. He repeated the motion again, slapping her cum all over her ass, hastily, messily.

  Jordan lay down on the bed and raised her ass up. She turned a little bit so that her face was angled more toward the doorway, and she looked directly toward me.

  Ty turned his hand so that the fingers were pointing down, and his palm was resting at the small of Jordan's back. He then dipped two fingers inside of her ass, with almost no warning, and Jordan's mouth opened wide as though to gasp, but no sound came from her lips.

  Tyrese made a noise that sounded almost like a grunt of approval. He buried his fingers inside of her, and Jordan squirmed and finally emitted a squeal. He used his free hand to steady her hips, and keep them in place. Then he began to finger-fuck her with his two giant fingers.

  Jordan moaned and tried to writhe in his hands, but he held her steady and continued to have his way with her, stretching her out for the big event. Her feet twisted between his legs, but that was all the struggle she could manage. “That's nice and soft,” I heard him say.

  He eased his fingers from inside of her, and moved his hand around to hold her ass, but Jordan placed her own hands on either side of her buttocks and held herself open for him. He nodded, and made a comment under his breath that I could not hear.

  He guided his cock to her ass, which had opened up for him easily. It was clear why Jordan had stretched herself out with her dildo, as he moved his fat prick closer to her opening.

  As he pushed inside of her, slowly, a wail rose from Jordan's throat that became higher and higher pitched as he went deeper inside of her. She dropped her hands and bunched up the sheets on the bed in her fist as inch after inch of his cock disappeared in her cunt. Now that his cock was pressing out at the ring of her anus, it seemed even bigger. It was almost impossible to believe that she was taking all of him inside of her. The sphincter of her ass was stretched to a nearly invisible line as it stretched open to accommodate him.

  “Get those hands back up here,” Ty growled.

  “Oh!” Jordan howled. “Oh! It hurts! It's so big!”

  “You can do it,” he said, calmly. At he same moment he began to rock back and forth inside of her. Her ass was so tight around his cock that I could almost feel the rough tension against him and on the inside of her body as his thick member slid out and then back in. Jordan howled again, but she obediently put her hands back
up on her ass. Then she opened her eyes, and looked in my direction again. Her face had a slight sheen of sweat forming on it, and she was evidently in some pain, taking his huge cock.

  I knew I shouldn't have such a deep fascination with what I was seeing, but I did. It was the most lewd thing I had ever seen, in one way, but it was also so intensely erotic that I opened my mouth and breathed onto the wall like an animal.

  Jordan spread her ass apart, and I knew that she was doing this for me, so that I could better see the punishing thrusts of Ty's cock as he began to pound himself into her. In spite of all the lube he had dragged from her dripping cunt, the friction of his movement was evident for the first few thrusts. I could actually see how her ass began to loosen up, and accept his cock with more ease. He sank more readily as he pushed forward, and slid more quickly out.

  After a minute of Jordan's tortured mewling, his cock was sliding inside of her as though completely lubricated, and Jordan began to moan instead of howl.

  And then he began to really fuck her, in earnest.

  While I thought he had been pummeling my wife, it was evident that he had been holding back: he grasped her hips, pressing her own hands into her flesh and holding her captive with his grip, and he began to pump inside of her with tremendous force. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.

  A long howl came from deep inside Jordan's throat, but as he punched himself inside of her, it seemed to die down as though he actually fucked it out of her. She fell silent, and there was nothing left for her to do but take it as hard as he wanted to give it to her, in the ass.

  He slowed after a few minutes of this abuse. He was panting, and Jordan began to howl again.

  “Not done yet,” he said. “You ready for some more?”

  “I can't,” Jordan panted. “It's too much.”

  “You're going to,” Ty told her. “I know you can. You're going to take it until I fill your ass up.”

  Jordan mewled.

  For a moment I wondered if she had really taken too much, and things had gone too far. A new pain twisted inside of me, and a new fear: and what if it was too far? We had no plan for that. What would I do?