tagMatureAshley's Revenge Ch. 08

Ashley's Revenge Ch. 08


I did not see Ashley for the next couple of days; she had plans with her mother and plans with her friends so it gave me some time to myself where I could think about and process everything that had been happening over the past few weeks. I couldn't help but dwell on the state of my relationships with both Ashley and my wife. My thoughts kept returning to the ticket stub that Ashley found in my wife's bag. Was my wife really out with another man at the Monet exhibit on the very first night that I enjoyed Ashley's perfect, young body on my marital bed? Sure, I knew it was hypocritical, but I needed to know. I told myself there could be a variety of logical explanations; like perhaps my wife loaned out that particular Jimmy Choo bag to one of her friends, it wouldn't be the first time.

I searched the house looking for any other evidence that I could find and came up completely empty. Being a tech guy, it was fairly easy for me to gain access to my wife's email account but found nothing out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, coming up empty didn't really prove anything to me; it just meant that if my wife was having an affair that she was being very careful, just the way I would be.

It would be easy to just ask my wife Katherine about the stub, but Ashley was right, it would be a great "get out of jail free" card if Ashley and I ever did get caught, plus it would just lead to questions as to why I was looking around in one of her purses in the first place. I couldn't exactly tell my wife that the beautiful high school girl next door was going through all of her things when she wasn't home, now could I?

I was not completely naive; I knew that it was completely possible that Ashley had put that ticket stub into the handbag in the first place. I needed to find more evidence one way or the other; I just wasn't quite sure how I was going to do that. I thought about turning on the Find my iPhone app on her phone, but when it first appeared on her iPhone she immediately turned it off saying she didn't want Big Brother tracking her each and every move. If I turned it on now and she noticed it, it would be very hard to explain.

The answer came to me when I remembered a scene from the television show Breaking Bad where they tracked someone using a little GPS device that included a strong magnet so it could be attached in the wheel well of a car. A device like that would be great, it would record every move a car made and be pretty much untraceable even if it was found. I figured that Amazon.com usually has just about everything under the Sun so I fired up my browser and sure enough there it was on the screen. The product title even included the phrase, "As seen on Breaking Bad." For $139.00, I figured it was worth every cent so I ordered one.

The days seemed to go by so damn slowly, I missed not having Ashley around. I craved her hot, young body and my thoughts were filled with all of the things that I'd like to do to her. Her words rang through my mind, telling me that she'd do anything that I wanted her to do. I wondered if she was serious about that and if she was, if she really understood what anything could mean.

I was a bit surprised that she brought up the idea of a ménage à trois with Lindsey again. Maybe it was something she really wanted to do, or maybe she just really wanted to prove to me that she would do things for me that my wife never would. By this point, I knew Ashley could keep a secret if she wanted to but I had no idea if Lindsey could be counted on to do the same.

Ashley and Lindsey's friendship went back years and years, starting in grammar school. They were really more like sisters, but like sisters they seemed to love to compete with each other whenever they could do so. Both were excellent volleyball players on the varsity team since sophomore year and both were at the top of their class academically. I could only imagine what it would be like to have them both vying for my cock at the same time.

The truth is I never imagined that I would have even one sexy eighteen year old girl once I was married and past forty, but now it seemed that the prospect of having two insanely gorgeous eighteen year old girls at the same time was well within my grasp. I knew there was no way that the affair I was having with Ashley could last forever so I thought maybe it might be worth the risk after all to fuck her and Lindsey at the same time.

Ashley said she wanted to spend the night alone with me before the school year started up again so I had to figure out a way to get my wife out of the house. I remembered her sister's birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and I made reservations at a resort a few hours away from here for the two of them to enjoy the full spa treatment the next weekend. By that point, I'd have the GPS tracker so I figured it would also be a good opportunity to see if where my wife was supposed to be was really where she went.

It was late Thursday night and my wife Katherine had already gone to bed and I was downstairs watching a ballgame and monitoring my fantasy baseball team on my laptop when my iPhone buzzed on the side table. I picked it up and smiled when I saw a text from Ashley.

"Miss me??" the text read.

"I do, it's been two whole days! Where are you?" I replied.

"At Lindsey's, we just got back here after a night of dinner and shopping."

"Did you buy anything?"

"Yes, but it's a surprise. Maybe you'll find out tomorrow if you're good." I smiled at the though, I was already counting down the hours until I'd see Ashley again and now I was wondering what kind of surprise she might have in store for me.

"I did a little shopping of my own on Amazon."

"Ooh, did you get something for me?"

"No, sorry! I ordered a GPS unit we can use to track my wife's car to see where she really goes."

"Oooh, you are a naughty man! Are you sure you really want to know?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, remember what I said. If we find out that she is cheating, we make the bitch pay! :)" I chuckled at the smiley face, Ashley was bad but I loved it. I was a willing participant in her revenge from the start because I couldn't resist fucking a hot, young blonde but now I was looking at possibly getting a little revenge of my own and Ashley was the perfect person to assist me.

"Yes, without a doubt."

"Lindsey says, 'Hello, mystery man!'"

"Tell her I said hello, what have you told her about me?"

"Just that you're older... and that you fuck like a beast! Hehe"

"A beast, huh? Does she know that I'm married?"

"Yeah, she said it was super naughty and extremely hot and that she'd totally fuck a married guy."

"You're both very, very bad girls!"

"I know, and you're a very, very bad man, Mr. Jones. :)"

"We're a perfect pair then!"

"Yes, we are! Tomorrow at 9AM?"

"Yes, I'll see you then. Don't have too much fun without me."

"Me? Never! XOXO"

I looked up at the television and the game was in a rain delay. Texting with Ashley reminded me of the fun we'd had on the couch I was sitting on just a few days earlier so I pulled up the listing of the videos on my phone and beamed the video of me fucking Ashley over the couch onto the big screen using my AppleTV. I quickly brought the audio down as Ashley looked into the camera and told my wife she could use a few pointers.

Seeing Ashley up on the screen was a surreal experience. I had never made a sex video before, and I wasn't too sure what to expect from the iPhone as far as the video quality goes. Needless to say, I was very impressed with the detail as I watched Ashley's perfect, young body moving with every hard thrust I gave her. The images of her perfect B cups bouncing and her soft blonde hair flowing down got me rock hard in an instant. When she looked up at the camera she looked so sweet and innocent, proving the looks can be very, very deceiving.

I thought about taking matters into my own hands, but I told myself that it was just a matter of hours before Ashley would be here in the flesh and she would be able to take care of my raging hard cock herself. I locked my phone and put it down on the side table and flipped the television back to the ballgame. It was still in a rain delay so I downed the remainder of the bourbon I had been drinking and headed up to bed.

The next morning I actually slept in a bit, by the time I got up my wife was already in the kitchen finishing her coffee and getting ready to leave for work. I had to admit she was looking good lately, even in the conservative business suit she was wearing I could tell that she'd been working out more than usual lately. Whether that was because of feeling threatened by Ashley or because she was fucking someone else or for some other reason entirely, I really wasn't sure.

We made the usual morning small talk for a couple of minutes and then she was off. I sat at the table finishing up my coffee when I saw Ashley slip through the back gate and into our yard. She skipped her way up to our deck and up the stairs and I noticed she was carrying a backpack as she opened the French doors and let herself in.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," she said smiling and then mouthed the words, "Is the bitch home?"

"No, don't worry. She's already gone," I grinned as my eyes feasted upon Ashley after not seeing her in person for a few days. She was wearing a white high-neck tank top with slender straps that crisscrossed high up on her exposed back, a short jean skirt and red Keds with white, frilly socks. Her long, blonde hair was down and looked a bit curlier than usual.

"Good, I wasn't in the mood for her dog and pony show today," Ashley smiled as she put her backpack on the counter and walked over to me and sat down on my lap. "I've missed you," she cooed as she wrapped her slender arms around my neck and kissed my lips softly.

"I've missed you too," I moaned low as I wrapped my arms around her waist and devoured her sweet, soft lips.

"Is there any housework for me to do today?" Ashley asked with a giggle as I playfully kissed and nibbled on her neck.

"I didn't have any planned, why? Did you want some?" I smiled and looked up into her eyes.

"I guess not, but I brought my new uniform just in case," Ashley bit her lower lip ever so softly and stared at me with her sparking blue eyes.

"You have a new uniform, huh? Is that what you bought yesterday?"

"Among other things," Ashley giggled and leaned in. She kissed me softly then moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to see it?"

"Yes, you know I do," I moaned softly as I felt Ashley's lips gently kissing my neck.

"Go up to your room and wait for me, I'll get changed and come up to show you," she smiled and jumped up off my lap and walked over to grab her backpack.

"Anything I should do while I'm waiting?" I asked with a smile.

"You're the boss, you can do whatever you want," Ashley giggled and bounced out of the kitchen and into the hall bathroom.

I made my way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I slipped my red polo shirt up over my head and tossed it on my dresser before I kicked off my shoes and socks and slid my jeans and boxer-briefs to the floor. I sat back naked on the big, king-sized bed and watched the doorway awaiting Ashley's arrival.

I heard her footsteps on the wood floor in the foyer and then on the staircase heading up to the bedrooms. My eyes were focused on the doorway and they were greatly rewarded when Ashley appeared wearing a very sexy French maid outfit carrying a small white feather duster and a small black pouch. The smile on her face grew as she walked into the room and saw me naked on the bed with my already growing manhood.

"Now how to you expect me to get any work done when I can see that big, hard cock of yours, Mr. Jones?" she smiled.

"I'm the boss, you'll do whatever I tell you to do," I grinned as I took in every last detail of her sexy outfit. She was wearing a formfitting black corset and skirt with white lace accents that fit her slim body like a glove. Her long legs were covered by black stockings topped with black lace garters and bows. She was wearing black panties with white lace trim and she had a pair of black open toed pumps with a 4" heels on her feet which made her legs look absolutely amazing. She completed the outfit with a black bow in her hair and she was wearing a black lace choker around her neck.

"Yes, sir," she said as she walked over to the bed and slowly twirled around for me to admire her outfit from every angle and then playfully teased by cock with the feather duster.

"What's in the pouch?" I asked, looking into her blue eyes.

"A gift for you, sir," she smiled as she held out her hand with the pouch for me to take it. I watched her eyes sparkle as I took the pouch from her hand and heard a metallic sound come from inside as I grasped it. I untied the top of the pouch and turned it upside down, letting the black, metallic handcuffs that were inside fall into my open palm.

"I have to say, I like the way you shop," I smiled, looking at the handcuffs and then up into her eyes. The handcuffs were made of steel and were not the playful, fuzzy kind of handcuffs that you could slip out of easily.

"I'm glad," she grinned, biting her lower lip.

"So, you want me to use these on you?" I asked with a smile.

"Mmhmm, if you want to," she said in a voice just louder than a whisper. It was the first time in a long time that Ashley actually seemed a bit unsure of herself and I wondered if she was pushing her comfort zone to prove to me that she would do anything that I wanted her to do.

"Of course I do," I said as I moved closer to her and searched her eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of her and put the cuffs and pouch on the nightstand and then put my hands on her hips and looked up into her eyes.

"I just want to make you happy," Ashley smiled before she playfully bit her bottom lip and brought the feather duster up and giggled as she dusted my face with it.

"You are such a bad girl," I groaned as I pulled her body down on top of mine and grabbed the duster from her with my right hand. She tried to get away but I pinned her down on the bed and gave her face a little dusting of its own.

"Not fair!" she giggled as her young body squirmed underneath mine.

"You started it," I groaned and gave her one last flick with the feathers before I brought them down and slowly traced her arm with them, making sure the feathers barely touched her skin.

"Mmm, fuck," she moaned as the feathers caressed her skin and my left hand slid down in between her legs and teased her through her black satin panties.

"You like that, huh?" I smiled as the feathers teased Ashley's chest, her firm B cups nearly popping out of the corset.

"I do," she groaned softly as my fingertips slid under her panties and found her smooth, wet pussy. I made a few soft, gentle circles around her clit as the feathers made their way once again down her arm.

"Have you ever been handcuffed before, slut?" I growled in a low voice and saw Ashley's eyes open wide in response to the question and the way I had asked it.

"No, sir, never," she moaned as I rubbed her clit a little bit harder.

"Just so we are clear," I moaned, "when I have you handcuffed I can do whatever I want to your hot, sexy body?"

"Yes," she whispered softly as I used the tip of my middle finger to make quick little circles around her clit.

"I can't hear you, slut," I growled.

"Yes!" she nearly screamed, "I am yours to do with as you please, sir."

"Good," I smiled as I threw the feather duster to the floor and used my right hand to move Ashley's arms up over her head. My big hand easily clamped down on both of her small wrists and held them in place as my left hand continued to tease her hot, young pussy. She let out a yelp as I bent my middle finger and slipped it slowly inside her.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Ashley moaned as I softly kissed her neck and slid my middle finger slowly in and out of her wet pussy. Ashley closed her eyes and moaned softly as my finger teased her with slow, small movements and I leaned in and kissed her neck softly.

"I'm sending the wife away next weekend," I whispered in her ear and she let out a long deep sigh.

"Good," Ashley moaned as I nibbled on her earlobe. "All weekend?"

"Yes, I booked her and her sister a long spa weekend. She'll be gone from Friday afternoon until Sunday night," I whispered and then let the tip of my tongue softly trace her ear.

"Mmm, yes" Ashley moaned as my middle finger slid slowly in and out of her tight, little pussy.

"Does that mean you will be able to stay the whole weekend?" I smiled and looked down into her blue eyes, still holding her hands above her head.

"Yes, I'm sure Lindsey will cover for me," Ashley smiled.

"That's good, and you can cover for her," I grinned as I finger fucked Ashley's pussy a little bit faster.

"Cover for her?" Ashley asked, confused then she let out a deep moan as I added my ring finger to my middle finger and slid them both in and out of her dripping wet pussy harder and faster.

"Yes, why don't we make Lindsey our little slut." I watched Ashley's eyes as she took the words in. Her slim body was moving up to meet my fingers as they fucked her slowly once again. She bit down on her plump lower lip and took in a deep breath and nodded.

"If that's what you want, I'll ask her," Ashley moaned.

"No, there is no asking. You will deliver her, do you understand?" I growled as I grasped her wrists harder and slid my fingers faster and deeper inside her hot little pussy.

"Yes, I will deliver her," Ashley moaned as I released her wrists and moved my way down her body, kissing her soft, warm flesh. My hands moved down and unsnapped her garters and then grabbed a hold of her black satin panties with the white lace trim and slid them down past her black stockings and heels and then off.

I spread Ashley's long, skinny legs and moved her feet in the sexy pumps up over my shoulders as I leaned in and my tongue immediately found her hot, dripping wet pussy and dove right in. She grabbed onto my hair and pressed my face down into her pussy while my tongue lapped up every sweet drop of her juices as it slid in and out of her body.

I looked up at Ashley as she let out a long moan. Her head was pressed back into the bed and her long, blonde hair was a total sexy mess. Her chest was rising and falling as my tongue worked her sweet pussy and I had to remind myself that this amazing little slut in the French maid costume was the young blonde Catholic high school girl from next door.

My big, strong hands slid their way up her body. They traced the corset until they reached Ashley's firm, young breasts. I pulled the material down, revealing her puffy pink nipples as my tongue drove deeper and deeper inside of Ashley's dripping wet pussy. Her juices were covering my face and I was grinding my mouth up against her to get as deep as I could inside her.

"Fuck, yes!" Ashley screamed as my fingertips squeezed down on her freshly revealed nipples. I could feel them harden in my hands as my tongue found Ashley's clit and playfully flicked it a couple of times before I kissed it and sucked on it softly.

Ashley's breathing was now getting labored and erratic. My hands cupped her breasts and my tongue was making quick circles around her little button. I squeezed down hard on her nipples again and twisted them as I sucked on her clit, causing Ashley to let out a scream.

"Yes! Yes! Holy Hell, Yes!" Ashley screamed between breaths as her hands left my hair and grabbed down at the bed sheet, pulling it free from the mattress as I slammed my tongue deep inside her wet candy pussy.

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