tagMatureAshley's Revenge Ch. 02

Ashley's Revenge Ch. 02


Neither one of us spoke for what seemed like hours. There I was, laying in bed with Ashley, the sexy 18-year-old blonde high school girl from next door. She was dozing peacefully in my arms but I was fidgeting with my wedding ring and my mind was racing. I had just had some absolutely mind blowing sex with a girl that was an absolute fantasy to me. A girl that was more than half my age who just made me feel like I was a teenager all over again, but that didn't change the fact that I was still a married man.

There was no doubt that thinking with my dick had gotten me to this point, as if my rational mind had kicked in earlier it would have asked some very important questions. Things like "If Ashley is looking for revenge then doesn't she need to tell your wife she fucked you like a naughty little nympho slut in order to get it?" And, "I know this little slut is hot, but is a onetime fuck worthy of losing half your stuff?"

I did my best to relax and put those questions out of my mind. After all, Ashley said I was a good guy so she wouldn't want to throw me under the bus for her own gain, would she? The old saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" was playing out right in front of me, but I had to admit that so far I was kind of enjoying it.

Ashley was right; I had noticed her growing up. It was hard not to notice her. Even when I tried to keep her from my thoughts it was never long before I saw her outside tanning out by her pool in one of her tiny bikinis in the summer or coming home from school in her Catholic high school uniform during the school year. Her long thin frame made her look like a model, and when she grew what seemed like inches overnight a couple of years ago the plaid skirt of her school uniform suddenly looked very short while showing off her slender sexy long legs.

I think every married man has a fantasy girl like Ashley, a girl that either lives next door to them or waitresses at their favorite restaurant. Maybe it is the girl that makes their coffee at their local Starbucks or the one that cuts their hair. These fantasy girls allow guys to feel young again; free to do any crazy things that we want to do. If marriage is a prison than having a fantasy girl like Ashley gives a guy a chance to get a little time off for bad behavior, if only in his mind.

I don't know about other guys, but I never expected this particular fantasy to become a reality. The fact that it did was crashing two completely different worlds together at warp speed. It occurred to me that just as my wife, Katherine, had held Ashley's future in her hands when she told Ashley's parents about her little party out back it was now Ashley that held my future firmly in her well-manicured hands.

Ashley was lying in my arms, her head on my chest as we lay in the big bed that I shared with my wife. She lifted her head slowly, yawning. Her soft blonde hair was now a total mess as it fell around her face making her look sexier than I had ever seen her look before. "Penny for your thoughts," she whispered.

"Really? Only a penny?" I laughed, "I'm not even 100 percent certain that I can even think after that performance," I grinned.

"Oh, I'm sure you can," she cooed as she kissed my chest, her red fingernails sliding slowly in random patterns around my skin. "Any regrets?" she added softly.

"Regrets? I don't know. Do I feel a little bit guilty? Sure, as I said, I've never done anything like this before," I answered as I brushed her hair from in front of her sexy blue eyes.

"Never?" She asked, sounding a little surprised.

"No, I never have. Up until this point I've been a very good boy."

"Well, Mr. Jones, the good boys never seem to have enough fun!" She laughed as she rolled on top of me, her long smooth legs straddling my torso. Her blue eyes just inches from my face as she looked into my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her body and smiled.

"Just how much fun are we going to have Ash?"

"What do you mean?" she whispered as she leaned in. Her soft lips found my earlobe and she began gently kissing me.

"I mean you wanted revenge, have you gotten it?" I moaned as her lips continued their soft, playful kisses on my neck. My hands slowly slid up and down the soft skin of her back.

"Do you think I have?" she whispered then softly bit my neck.

"No, not by a long shot," I chuckled and moaned at the same time as I pulled her young body to mine, my hands on her hips as she playfully nibbled on my neck.

She let out a quick giggle then kissed my neck softly. She pushed herself up onto her hands and looked into my eyes. "So you want more, Mr. Jones? You haven't gotten enough of my tight little pussy yet?" She tilted her head to the side letting her hair fall down, I could feel it move across my skin as a big grin came across her face.

"I really think you can call me Brian, and yes, I do believe I want more. But, you're the one that started this," my left hand slid up her back as I spoke. I wrapped her long blonde hair around my fingers as I asked, "Just what were your plans when you came over here tonight young lady?"

"I'm not sure," she giggled.

"You're not sure?"

"No, I'm not. I was mad. I just knew that your wifey-poo was gone for the night and that you'd probably be here. I was hoping that you'd be alone and not have one of your buddies over to watch the game or something."

"And what if I had?"

Ashley laughed and leaned in, her lips met mine for a soft, sweet kiss. "Well, then I would have probably bailed and you'd be drinking beers and watching the game with your dumb friends," she said with a smile.

"That would have been a very different evening," I laughed. "So you hadn't worked out in your head what you were going to do if I was alone, Ashley?"

"Not entirely, I just figured I would bitch about your wife telling my mom about the drinking and the weed and see where it went." She spoke as my right hand slid down her body to her firm little ass. "But, if I have to be totally honest, I just thought I'd get you to smoke some weed with me or something since wife-zilla obviously doesn't seem to like that!"

"That's a long way from 'Fuck me on your wife's bed,' Ashley!" I grinned as she smiled back at me.

"I know, I called an audible," she smiled at me, her blue eyes sparkling as she bit her lower lip.

"Do you have any regrets?" I asked her.

She shook her head slowly from side to side then leaned closer, "Nope. Not a single one," she said slowly, kissing my lips in between each word with a soft, sweet kiss for emphasis.

"You know if my wife, or your parents, or anyone else for that matter ever finds out about this I will be in some very hot water," I said, my eyes searching her amazing blue eyes for a sign if there was more to what she was planning.

Ashley smiled and nodded her head, "I know that Brian, I would never do that to you."

"And you knew that coming over here tonight?" I asked her playfully, not wanting to ruin the moment, but still curious.

"Well, if you'd been a dick about it and told me that your wife should have stuck her nose into my business," she paused, "it's possible I might have recorded all of this on my iPhone and sent it to the bitch! Can't you just imagine her reaction to seeing her husband fucking the hot little high school girl next door?" Ashley laughed, leaving me to wonder just how much truth there was in that statement. Right now I was just happy that her current plans did not including outing our sexual encounters to anyone, including my wife.

I looked over at the red LEDs of the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was just past eleven o'clock. Ashley's warm body was lying on top of mine as she started once again kissing my neck, small moans emitting from her lips as I tugged her hair back with my left hand and squeezed her ass playfully with my right.

"Don't start something we won't have time to finish," I moaned.

"What do you mean?" Ashley asked, confused.

"It's past eleven, when do your parents expect you to be home?"

"Tomorrow," she giggled, kissing my neck softly with her warm red lips.

"Tomorrow?" I moaned out, it was now my turn to be confused.

"Mmhmm, I told them I was spending the night over at Lindsey's house because her parents are away and she's really afraid to spend the night in that big, old creepy house alone."

"I'm guessing she's not?" I tugged Ashley's blonde hair back harder and kissed the soft skin of her neck.

"Her boyfriend Jake is staying with her," she moaned, "so they're no doubt fucking like little rabbits just like we are." I kissed her neck and tugged her hair back.

"And where does Lindsey think you are?"

"I told her it was a secret," she cooed. "And that If my mom calls over there she should just three-way her into my cell."

"Good girl," I said as I let go of her hair and gazed up at her. Ashley slid her body down a few inches so that her warm pussy was softly and slowly rubbing up against my cock, which was coming fully back to life. "God, you are a little tease, aren't you?"

Ashley moved her head quickly from side to side, forcing her long blonde hair to move up behind her shoulder. Her eyes sparking as she looked down at me on the bed beneath her. Her soft, warm hands moved up to my broad shoulders as she slowly rocked her body back and forth, teasing me with her soft, wet pussy lips. Her red manicured nails slowly moved down my chest, circling my nipples before she squeezed them firmly between her fingertips.

"Holy fuck," I moaned, my cock now hard as a rock and throbbing as she continued her teasing.

"I do have a little problem though, Mr. Jones," she moaned in her sweet little girl voice. "Here I am at a sleepover and I didn't bring anything to sleep in."

"I like you just fine with nothing on," I groaned, wanting my cock inside her again immediately.

The devilish grin was firmly back on Ashley's face as she pushed her body up off of my shoulders and got off of me. She kneeled beside me and looked down to admire my raging hard-on. "You sure don't need that little blue pill, do you Mr. Jones?" she giggled as she leaned in and kissed the head of my cock, making it jump as soon as her soft teen lips touched it.

"As much as you like me with nothing on, I still think I need something to sleep in," she said as she bounced up off of the bed. She looked into my eyes as she made her way over to the dresser. "Which of these drawers does your wife use for her, you know, sexy little things?"


"That is, if that bitch even wears anything sexy for you."

"Top drawer on the right," I said as I watched her hand as it grasped the drawer pull and opened the drawer slowly. Her eyes lit up as she saw that she had a plethora of things to work with. "I don't think anything has been out of that drawer in a while," I added.

Her hands went through the drawer as her mind surely cataloged each and every item that she saw until she pulled out the black lace babydoll with little red bows on it that I had gotten my wife for our last anniversary. "Oh my God, I love this!" Ashley shrieked with delight.

"There are matching panties in there too," I added.

Ashley looked over at me with her blue eyes wide open. "You want to fuck me while I'm wearing your wife's panties?" she asked with as much fake shock as she could muster. "You are way naughtier than I gave you credit for, Mr. Jones," she giggled as she rummaged through the drawer until she found the matching panties, taking them out and placing them on top of the babydoll on top of the dresser..

"I just figured they would complete the outfit," I smiled, unable to take my eyes off the amazing young blonde going through my wife's lingerie drawer. "Oh wait; maybe it's the black pumps in her closet that would truly complete the outfit."

Ashley laughed, "Is that so?" I nodded my head as she walked over to the big walk-in closet. She opened the door and walked inside. "Damn, the bitch sure does have a lot of shoes," she said as she came out a few moments later wearing nothing but a pair of Steve Madden black leather platform pumps with a sexy 5 ½" heel and black leather ankle strap. My jaw dropped as I saw the effect the shoes had on her sexy long legs. She was now hovering at well over 6' with the help of the heels as she walked slowly back over to the dresser with the attitude of a model on the catwalk. She grinned as she retrieved the black babydoll and panties and came back over to the bed.

"So, did she buy this for herself? Or did you buy it for her?" she asked as she held up the black lace babydoll.

"I bought it for her; it was a gift for our last anniversary."

"Ooh, must have been one hot night," she said playfully, smiling as she looked over at me.

"Not really, we went out to dinner to her favorite restaurant, she drank way too much champagne and she was pretty much passed out the minute we walked back in the door."

"Did she ever even wear this for you once?" Ashley asked, this time the shock in her voice seemed very genuine.

"No, she never has," I shook my head. "It's been sitting in that drawer for a few months now."

"Wow, she really is a bitch!" Ashley laughed. "If I had a guy that would buy me sexy things like this I'd make sure to reward him properly."

She smiled at me as she slid the babydoll on over her head and onto her slender teen body. She reached down for the matching panties and made it a point to keep her eyes locked on mine as she slid them on. Slowly they made their way past the black leather pumps and then slid slowly up her long slender legs.

"What do you think?" she asked as the panties came to rest between her legs, breaking our gaze to slowly twirl around like a fashion model, giving me a full view of the sexy little outfit from every possible angle.

"Ashley, you look incredible. You are amazing, baby. You are an absolute angel," I said looking up at her.

"An angel, huh?" she grinned, spinning around once more.

"Mmhmm, a very sexy angel," I said as I memorized exactly how she looked in that moment.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she giggled.

"Only the ones I really want," I smiled, watching her eyes.

"Do you want me?" she asked, looking into my eyes, as she stood at my bedside looking like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Yes, I do want you, Ashley," I said. "More than I've wanted anything in a very long time."

I used my hand to motion to my rock hard cock. It was now standing at an even fuller attention than it was when she had stepped out of the bed a few minutes before. "And it looks like he wants you too," I joked.

Ashley chuckled as she turned to look at herself in the mirror. The smile grew on her face as she saw the same spectacular view that I did. "I'd ask you if I looked better in this than she does, but since she's never even worn it for you I guess I already have my answer," she grinned triumphantly as she made her way to the side of the bed. She stood there for a moment, her eyes looking into mine. "So this was an anniversary gift?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"How many years?" she asked, still standing there grinning, softly biting her lower lip as she awaited my answer.

"Eighteen years," I said.

Her grin morphed back into a naughty little smile as I can only imagine she was reveling in the number that I had just spoken. "I'm eighteen," she giggled.

"I know," I couldn't help but grin myself, biting my own lip as I drank in every inch of this amazingly beautiful young woman as she wore the anniversary gift that my wife never had wore for me. My mind went back to our anniversary and how I was hoping the gift would spark the passion that had been missing for a while in our marriage.

"I think you are long overdue for your anniversary present then, mister," Ashley giggled as she joined me on the bed. I reached out for her and she took my hands, I pulled her down on to the bed and mounted her. My lips found her soft, red lips and I kissed her in devouring fashion as my hands enjoyed exploring the soft fabric of the lingerie. I could feel the heels of the pumps digging into my back and I was lost in the fantasy of the moment. I was not thinking about anything or anyone else. At that particular moment, Ashley was my world.

"Happy anniversary, husband," Ashley moaned in a sultry voice that took me a bit by surprise. Gone was the sweet little girl's voice and in its place was the voice of a woman who sounded like she had vast amounts of lust boiling up in her veins.

I took in her words and without hesitation I whispered into her ear, "Happy anniversary, wife." My hands slowly slid up and down her torso. Our kisses growing in intensity as our bodies rubbed up against each other, the sensation of the lace against my skin sent my body into overdrive.

Ashley's tongue slipped into my mouth as she pushed me up, rolling me over onto my back. She was once again straddling me, my cock throbbing as she moved her body down just enough so that I could just barely feel the lace of her black lace panties, or should I say my wife's black lace panties, as they caressed my cock. That thin little piece of lace was all that was between our two passion-filled bodies.

I reached down to try and grab a hold of the panties, wanting them off of her so I could have my prize. Instead, Ashley slapped my hands away. "No," she said, grabbing my left hand and raising it up towards her mouth. "Not yet, baby."

She gazed into my eyes as she brought my hand closer to her mouth; her lips softly touched my fingers. She kissed them playfully and I wondered if she knew just how badly I wanted her right then and there.

"You are such a little tease," I moaned as she continued to kiss my hand while still softly rubbing my throbbing prick with that soft, sweet lace. I could feel her wetness soaking through the panties, her pussy had to be dripping wet by now and my cock was pounding with the desire to be deep inside her tight, teen pussy.

I looked up at her as she slid my index finger slowly into her mouth. The sensation was electric as her soft red lips slid down on my skin achingly slowly. Inch by inch she devoured my flesh until I felt her hot velvety tongue twirl around my finger, causing me to let out a deep moan.

"You are such a sexy little tease," I groaned.

Next she gave the same treatment to my middle finger. Again her mouth and tongue encapsulating my finger as her angelic blue eyes looked deep into my soul. She took my finger fully into her mouth and held it there for a moment. She twirled her tongue around it before she slowly slid her lips back off.

Ashley then moved to my ring finger, admiring it for a moment, her eyes were fixed on my gold wedding band as a wicked smile crept back onto her face. She kissed my fingertip softly with her wet, red lips and fixed her gaze straight into my eyes. Her soft lips slid down my finger, moving at a painfully slow pace this time. She took my ring finger fully into her hot, wet mouth. I felt her lips clamp down on my skin just below my wedding band. Her tongue swirled around my flesh coating it with her sweet spit. She sucked upon my finger; her soft lips were so tight around my skin that as she slid her lips back up off my finger she took my wedding ring off as well with it landing inside her mouth.

She held it there for a moment before she let go of my hand and reached up and retrieved the ring from between her red lips. I watched her intently, without speaking. She smiled as she slid my ring onto the ring finger of her left hand. "I guess it's a little big, huh?" she giggled as it fell onto her finger loosely.

"Yes, just a bit," I smiled.

"I guess it'll fit better here," she said as she moved my wedding ring from her ring finger and placed it on to her thumb. She moved her hands down and let them slide softly and slowly down my chest; I could feel the cool metal of the ring as it traced my skin, sending a chill up and down my spine.

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