Evelyn Ensnared

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.

***

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 regular cheating slut, aren't you?"

His hand gripped my panties and drew them down my legs and off. He inhaled deeply and his jaw dropped a bit when he saw my shaved pussy. I was in heaven and hell at that moment. A crossroads of terror and arousal made for a heady combination. "Todd," I whispered, but couldn't complete the thought. In my soul, I wanted him to touch me.

He moved between my legs, and they opened for him. I didn't even think about it. When I felt his cockhead slide over my pussy lips, I flinched. I let my eyes travel over his magnificent body and I reached out to touch his chest.

I felt his cockhead open the folds around my opening. I was wet and ready. My mouth dropped open as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock inside me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been filled this way without one of my toys. When his length was fully sheathed within me, he paused, and our eyes met.

"Is it good?" he asked earnestly. My body answered the question as my hips flexed against him and I moaned. He slid his cock out and left just the head within me. "You are going to break things off with Mr. Unnamed Man and never see him again. If you see him again or anyone else, I will send the photos to Mr. Stuart," he whispered harshly. He slid his cock back into me and my hands trembled on his shoulders. "Do you agree?" he asked as he slid his cock from me again and froze, waiting for my reply. My traitorous cunt felt so empty.

"Do you agree!?" he asked forcefully, with his cockhead dancing between my pussy lips.

"Yes! I agree, damn you!" I shouted and a moment later his cock slammed back into me so hard that I gasped.

He flexed his hips, thrusting into my deepest parts. "You belong to me now, my beautiful slut."

I could only nod my head shamefully as he began pounding into me. I reached out and pulled his body down to mine, feeling my tits push into his chest. I bit into his shoulder and whimpered. "It's so good." I hadn't meant to say it, but I did.

He grunted. "That's good because I'm hoping we won't have to go through the whole song and dance every... ugh... Thursday afternoon."

He pumped into me, and I could feel my orgasm building. I shook my head. "If you will keep this a secret from him, I... ahhhh!" My hips began rolling energetically and he leaned back. He wet his thumb and pushed it against my clit. I wailed in ecstasy as he pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. He was considerate and didn't move until my orgasm subsided and I lay gasping on the sheets. He licked the sweat off my breast and smiled.

He leaned back and slid his cock out before rolling me onto my belly. I felt his breath in my ear as he leaned over me. "There are so many things I want to do to this beautiful curvy body." He spread my cheeks, and I felt his cockhead enter my sticky pussy again in the plank position. He fell back over me and pushed his length deep within me.

"I'm going to kiss you and lick you and make you cum. I'm going to fill your forty-year-old pussy with gallons of my cum, so I hope you're on birth control."

It was forty-one if we were keeping score and I was most definitely on birth control. My husband was nearly fifty and was not looking for more children when we married. I was getting the twice-yearly shots and had an IUD.

He leaned over me and held his body still. "You came on my cock. Did it feel good, little butterfly?"

I gasped. "Yes. It felt good."

I could hear his amusement in his voice. "What do you want me to do now, sweet Evelyn?"

I sighed with frustration. "Do it," I said.

He chuckled. "Do what?"

My hands flexed and I grabbed the sheets in my hands. "Fuck me," I said softly.

He laughed at me. "What? I can't hear you."

Finally, I yelled at him. "Fuck me, damn it!"

His body torqued above me, and his cock began slamming into me. Waves of pleasure like I hadn't felt in years began crashing over me. "Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop," I wailed like a whore.

I was a whore, and I knew it. Mr. Unnamed Man wasn't the first lover I've had since I was married, nor the second, the third, or the fourth.

I'd never intended to be faithful, it's not who I am. I was blessed with a face and a body that men want, and I love it when they show me how much they love it. I keep myself in shape and dress to draw their attention. When I met my husband, I was seeing three other men and continued to do so until our wedding day. His job kept us comfortable, and his traveling gave me ample opportunity to enjoy myself.

When Todd filled my cunt with his cum, I came with him from the amazing feeling of his cock swelling within me, and his hot cum filling my womb. He fell to the side gasping but not for too long. He pushed me onto my back again and held his cock for me. "Suck me until I'm hard again and then I'm going to fuck those big tits." His face got an unfocused look. "I've always dreamed of fucking those huge tits of yours. Scott and I used to wonder if they were natural."

He leaned over and took my nipple in his mouth and then ran his tongue over it. "I'm so glad they are natural."

Fifteen minutes later, Todd covered my tits and neck with a second load of cum and then rolled out of the bed.

"That was amazing." He gazed lovingly at my sweaty body. "You have a body built for sin, and every Thursday you'll be sinning with me." Our eyes met. "Isn't that right, my sweet little butterfly?"

I answered nervously. "Yes, Todd." He nodded and walked out.

***

On the following Wednesday evening, I got a text from him. I hadn't known he had my phone number.

Little Butterfly, tomorrow I'd like to see you in a bikini if you please. I know you have some, I've seen them drying in your shower. I'll meet you outside on your pool deck at 5:30.

As I was lying out on my chaise waiting, the following afternoon. I surprised myself with how anxious I was. This man was fucking blackmailing me and here I was lying there waiting for him, with my pussy getting more wet by the minute.

The back gate opened, and Todd stepped through. He was dressed for the pool in trunks with a towel over his shoulder. His tanned and muscular upper body made my heart beat wildly.

He smiled at me as he walked barefoot through the grass. "There's my beautiful slut," he said as he looked at me intently from head to toe. "Just gorgeous." I wore my blue string bikini. It was something I'd only worn at home for my husband. It didn't cover much.

Todd walked around behind me. He lifted the back of the chaise and lowered my upper body closer to being flat. His toned upper body loomed over me as his hands slid under my bikini top to cup my tits. I moaned softly as his fingers rolled over my nipples, one at a time. He pushed the cups of my top down to free my breasts. His fingers sank into my soft tits and it sent shivers down my body.

"I'd love to fuck you right out here, but it would be an awful risk. I've only just started to enjoy you. I'd hate for it to get ruined by being careless."

He moved to my left and took my hand in his. He pushed it up against the bulge in his trunks, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Are you ready for that, Evelyn? Are you ready to get fucked?" he asked me softly. He certainly was full of himself. But honestly, I'd thought of little else all week. When my husband had come home, that Friday evening, I'd practically raped him. We had sex each night he'd been home. It was part guilt and part pure arousal. But one other thing had been bothering me as well.

"Why did you have to do this?" I asked tersely. "If you'd just told me that you wanted me, I'd have fucked you."

Todd frowned and pulled me by my wrist, tightly. I scrambled up and he tugged me towards the house. He let go at the door. "You think I can't get laid, bitch?"

I stammered as I stepped in the screen door onto the porch. "No, it's nothing like that, you're a good-looking young man."

He strode through and looked at me intensely and pushed me backward until my ass hit the sliding glass door. "This is about having absolute control of this body. Just like I used to fantasize about. I can do anything I want, and there's no debate. You can't end it or make demands. I have a beautiful cumslut and I'm going to use you however I want."

He pushed his hand into the leg opening of my bikini bottom and pushed forcefully into my labia. I stifled a moan. He bent towards me, so we were eye to eye. "Tell me you wouldn't do the same thing in my position. What would you do with this kind of power over someone you desire?"

***

My legs were spread wide, and Todd was pumping between them like the fucking machine that he was. My fingers danced over my clit, and I could feel my second orgasm rapidly approaching. It was going to be a big one. But sadly, I never got to enjoy it.