Infidelity Extraordinaire

I concentrated on regulating the infernal noise of my own breathing in order to gain some sense of what was happening around me. I strained my ears to listen for clues, cocking my head from side to side in an attempt to catch any telltale creak in the floorboards, the click of a door, the approach of her footsteps. But there was only silence on the other side of the black, silk blindfold bound tightly around my head and eyes.

Only when the long, light gauze curtains began to flutter on a breeze sweeping into the bedroom did I realise that I was sweating. I felt droplets of sweat pooling on my chest and running down the sides of my torso, my thighs and my cheeks.

I knew it must be around four o'clock in the afternoon. The Mediterranean, in the summer at least, was as reliable as the family dog. A breeze originating somewhere in Africa would invariably sweep across the sea and into the open windows of my villas, offering respite from another sweltering day. I knew the view well, despite the blindfold. From high on a hill, the terrace outside my window provided a commanding view of the Cote d'Azur - the azure blue sea disappearing on the horizon and the towns and roads far below.

I lifted my ass in the air as best I could, given the fact that I was tied to the bed by the wrists and ankles, in order to let the breeze cool as much skin as possible. I felt my half-hard cock slide from it's resting place on my stomach to slap lightly against my thigh. That little movement was enough to send blood creeping into my shaft to engorge my cock to 75% of full power.

My body tingled. Every nerve ending was ultra-sensitive. The tiniest droplet of sweat trigger a domino effect of sensation as it slid down my body. The breeze served to cool me, but it also excited me even more.

I had lain there for what seemed like a couple of hours with my cock constantly rising and falling with the minute physical stimulations my body produced and the constant parade of imagination and fantasy that danced through my head.

If teasing this me was what she wanted to achieve, she knew exactly how to do it.

Our relatively brief relationship had been about control from the word go. Besides our initial physical attraction to each other, we both possessed things the other desired. She wanted access to my fortune and my network of contacts to ensuring a life in the upper echelons of the European elite. At the age of 40, I had worked hard to build up considerable personal wealth and had access to all the perks that such a life has to offer. She was a young 28 and was well-versed in how to gain quick access to the high life. Her beauty and charm and grace gave her a head start in moving up the ladder and she used all three qualities to perfection.

What I wanted from her was just as simple. A beauty on my arm, in my car and in my bed. A lithe body to fuck or make love to, depending on the mood, and a playful spirit to keep me young. At some point, down the road, a mother to my children, but that was hardly a priority. For now, I needed the aesthetic and sexual value of a young, beautiful woman whom I could spoil rotten.

Despite the fact that ours wants and needs were spelled out clearly for each other, there were games. Mind games. She knew she had to keep me interested in order to prevent me from merely plucking another young beauty off the gorgeous tree. And she knew that I was prone to minor jealousy despite my economic bargaining power. She would flirt to the limit with every man she deemed useful to her task. I would subsequently withhold funds and perks and suddenly become very interested in this or that girl at this or that party in an feigned attempt to show her that I didn't give a shit. Despite us both threatening to fuck around with others, we always ended up back at my villa, fucking like wild things. Telling each other how we would fuck him or her or whoever in order to turn each other on.

She was a free spirit and that both ignited my desires and infuriated me. This fine balance is what made it hard to give her up. She kept me on my toes. And that included sexual things like me waking up from an afternoon nap bound to my huge bed. I could hear her silent smile as I woke. She loved seeing me naked, prone and vulnerable - all power over her extinguished with leather and silk accessories. I didn't quite believe her when she said that she was going shopping, but the sound of her rummaging in my wallet for my credit cards, followed by the door closing and the car squealing away in the driveway soon confirmed this. I had no idea when she would return. I went from rage to sexual excitement and the latter hadn't strayed. I lay there, unmoveable, anticipating her return.

And here she comes. I was sure of it. I raised my and cocked it in order to listen. The purring of the car down the driveway... yes, it was her car. The gentle thunk of the car door and the sound of her heels on the terracotta tiles. Yes. Finally, she back. The door opening and the breeze increasing as it found an exit from the villa. My cock responded to the affirmative. It filled with pulsing blood and lifted away from my body to stand erect.

The clicking of her heels echoed through the house as she gradually, teasingly, came closer to the bedroom. Only to detour into the kitchen to get something to drink - I could hear the clinking of glass and the fridge opening. She very well may have been thirsty, but I was sure she was stretching this tease to the limit.

Her heels stopped in the doorway and I knew was looking at me. I knew she was smiling at the sight of me tied to the bed and having been so for hours. And I knew exactly how she looked. The image of her played across the black silky cinema screen in front of my eyes.

She was wearing a summer dress, I was sure of that. Expensive, feathery-light material. Classy and sensual. Her long tanned legs disappearing into the short hem. Her g-string visible in the cleavage of her firm, round ass. Her taut, youthful breasts almost spilling out of the top, held in place by the grace of god and strangers to brassieres. And her dark chestnut hair floating on her bare shoulders and framing her gorgeous French face. Full, pouting lips, deep blue eyes. And I could feel those eyes on me that very moment.

"Tsk, tsk, Sugardaddy... your financial empire is going to crumble if you just lie around like that on the bed all day." Her voice was irritatingly sweet and provoking. Sugardaddy was her unabashed nickname for me.

"Bitch. I'm dying for a cigarette. Light one for me." I played her game but I knew my grumpy tone was betrayed by my rock hard cock protruding rudely from my groin, bobbing slightly with every pulse.

I heard her move closer and I could smell her perfume on the breeze. It intoxicated me. She lit a cigarette from the bedside table and inhaled before sitting down on the edge of the bed and holding it to my lips. She allowed me a couple of drags before putting it out.

"Untie me, Claudette. You know I'm playing tennis this afternoon."

"Oh, no. Is Sugardaddy grumpy? What a shame."

"Stop fucking around..."

She ignored me. "I'm simply exhausted from shopping today. It was so-o-o hot in town... My body is all sticky. This g-string is drenched..."

I tried to make out what she was doing but soon figured it out. She had taken off her g-string and dropped it on my face. The pungent, musky smell of her hot, little cunt filled my nose and I couldn't stop myself from inhaling deeply.

I could feel the bed dip as she moved closer to me. Her warm breath tickled my ear as she spoke softly. "And I was so horny, I think I had to rub myself in the car on the way home. Can you smell it? Can you smell my sweat and my sweet pussy smell?"

I could only nod, so intent was I to inhale her scent to the fullest. Fuck, this little bitch knew how to yank my chain.

"So, tell me. What have you been daydreaming about while I've been out? Hmm?"

"You know exactly what I've been daydreaming about, you little cocktease..."

"Tell your baby..."

"Fuck you. Untie me."

"I think Sugardaddy's cock tells another tale..." My body rocked at the touch of her fingers lightly trailing along my stomach towards my crotch. My ass lifted involuntarily in the air in order to force my raging cock closer to her hand. But she stopped short somewhere near my navel. I groaned. A long, low groan of desperate frustration.

She adopted the tone of a disappointed little girl. "Play with me. Tell me. Please?"

I knew I had to play. "I was thinking about fucking you. About feeling your hot, little hole sliding onto my thick cock as I held your nipples tight between my fingers..."

"Oh, my...", she said, in the same, teasing voice. "But are you sure it was me riding your thick cock? Hmm? Are you sure it wasn't that little blonde slut from the party last week? What was her name? Chloe?"

"No... It was you, baby. C'mon, lift up your skirt and straddle me. Let me feel how hot your cunt is... c'mon baby, c'mon..."

My voice was desperate. My need to be inside her was rampant. But she wasn't finished playing our usual infidelity fantasy. Her mouth was closer to my ear now, her breath arousing me even more.

"But I saw how you looked at her tits and ass all night long. And when you were talking to her, you were giving her THAT look. I know THAT look. It means you want to fuck, right?"

"Yeah. I gave her THAT look..."

"Did you want to reach up under her skirt and feel her tight, little hole stretch around your fingers?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes. I wanted to fuck her with my fingers and with my hard cock in her cunt and ass and then cum all over her ass cheeks."

"You're so bad, Sugardaddy... so bad. What about me? What about your baby? She needs some action, too... right?"

"You could watch and you could lick my hot cum off of her perfect ass."

"Ooh, there's your threesome fantasy raising it's head again. Would you like to have a threesome? Hmm?" With that, her fingers circled ever so lightly on the inside of my thigh. I didn't feel it coming and my body reacted violently, trying to get my cock to touch her hand.

"Yeah..." My voice was hoarse with desire now. "I want to fuck you both and I want to watch you two fuck each other... C'mon, baby, grab my cock. Grab it hard. Jerk it for me... please..."

"No, no, no. Not yet. I haven't heard enough about this little cockslut Chloe yet. I saw the way she was looking at you, flirting crazily like she wanted to drop to her knees and suck you dry right there in the middle of the party. That little slut was gagging for your cock, wasn't she?"

"Yeah. Gagging for it. And she can have my cock any day of the week..."

"Really? Mmm. I could hold it for her while she inhaled your shaft deep in her throat. I just want to help, right, Sugardaddy?"

"Help your Sugardaddy now, then." My cock was ready to explode. Every nerve was on edge. And she knew it.

"But what about me? If you get to fuck Chloeslut, what about me? She has a boyfriend, you know. That Italian guy... what's his name?... Roberto, yes. That's it. He's a model, apparently. Gorgeous, too. Mmm. Maybe I could play with him while you played with Chloe. Hmm?"

"Whatever. Play with him. Let him fuck you. Just make me cum right now... I have to cum..."

"So impatient. So grumpy." I could feel her body rise up off the bed.

"No, wait... Let's play... Yeah, you can fuck what's his name..."

"Roberto..."

"Roberto. You want to? Tell me..."

I could sense her moving around to the foot of the bed, heels clicking softly. "It's so hot in here... even with the breeze."

I could hear the sound of the fabric of her dress rustling erotically as she let it drop to the floor. I noticed my mouth was open as I tried to suck air into my lungs. So desperate for her body. The bed dipped as she stepped up onto it, between my legs. I writhed at her approach, bucking my hips, grunting and groaning.

She giggled. "Sugardaddy, you are all out of sorts. This isn't like you. So out of control, so vulnerable, so desperate." I could feel her standing on the bed, looking down at me. Another step and she was astride my torso.

She squatted down, or so it felt like it, with her that hot, hairless cunt I knew so well dangling over my throbbing erection. I strained wildly at the leather straps but they held my wrists and ankles firmly. I lifted my ass in the air as high as it could go, my cock thrusting up, seeking the soft folds of her pussy. To no avail. I was close to the target, I could tell that from the feel of how she was squatting in mid air above me. And she confirmed it for me.

"So close. Your cock is so close to my tight hole right now. Just a few more centimetres... c'mon..." I couldn't get my ass any higher in the air and she knew it. Finally, I flopped back down on the bed, gasping for air.

"So close, Sugardaddy... So close to the honey pot, baby... tsk, what a shame." With that she promptly sat down on my chest, straddling it. Instinctively, I raised my head and stuck out my tongue in order to taste her, to lap up her flowing juices. But she had sat down just out of reach. Bitch.

She just sat there, watching me with what I was sure was a bemused look on her face. "You can't see my cunt, but you know what it looks like, don't you..."

"Yes. Fuck yes. So smooth, so soft, so swollen with blood 'cause you're horny... your lips are spread slightly so that the entrance to your tight hole is visible... and it's wet, moist, hot... your clit is sticking out ever so slightly... right? Right?"

"Mmm, you're so right, baby. You think Chloe has a cunt as smooth and hot as mine?"

"Yeah. And tight, too..."

"And tight, too..."

She let that hang in the air. She was silent for a long while. So long that I wondered what was going on. If she hadn't been sitting on my chest, I wouldn't know if she was in the room. But she finally spoke again.

"I brought you a present."

"Give it to me..."

She laughed at my desperate attempt. "Not quite yet. But all your talk about threesomes got me thinking..."

She let THAT hang in the air and I was stunned at this development. Not at all what I had expected. She suddenly scooted ever so slightly forward on my torso so that her scent penetrated my nostrils. Her musky, pungent, silky smooth scent.

"You see, yesterday was my birthday..."

A wave of guilt washed over me. I had forgotten.

"And a man should NEVER EVER forget a beautiful woman's birthday. Am I right?"

"You're right. I'm so sorry..."

"But I'm in the giving mood. And it got me thinking about threesomes even more when I was in town. I saw Chloe at a café. She was with her boyfriend... what was his name again?..."

"Roberto..."

"Ah, yes, that's right. We had a drink together. She was looking absolutely delicious – for a slut, of course – her nipples were hard and I could see she wasn't wearing any thing under that dress..."

My mind was spinning. Was she fucking with my head or did she really arrange for Chloe to come up to the villa for a fucking session?

"They both looked radiant. Roberto, too. I could see him trying to look up my dress... so I let him... but that's not the point, now is it? Chloe asked about you and one thing led to another..."

"What do you mean? Tell me what you mean... stop teasing..." I could hear my own voice. It sounded small and childish.

"Mmm, just the thought of it makes me wet... see?" In one fluent motion she shifted and my mouth was suddenly covered by her hot cunt. I reacted instinctively, my tongue shooting out to meet her soft folds and to try and slide up inside of her. She shifted again and I found myself sucking on her hard clit, flicking it with my tongue. Her fingers ran through my hair and held my head firmly in place and her groans of pleasure vibrated throughout my body.

This sudden contact was almost enough to make my cock erupt and spray my hot cum over my stomach and her back. Almost.

Suddenly, we were rudely interrupted by the doorbell. In a flash, she was up and off my body and the sound of her heels faded away. I reeled at the sudden interruption and tried to catch my breath so that I could listen. The black silk blindfold sucked at my eyes in the heat and sweat stung my eyes but I didn't care.

I listened desperately. Was it Chloe? Was she here? Was this my present? But no voices could be heard. Only the soft thunk of the door closing. I hadn't heard any car approaching, but then again, my head was buried between her muscular thighs.

The clicking of her heels grew louder as she returned, entering the room on a wave of perfume.

"Fucking door-to-door salesmen. Do they really think someone living in a villa like this wants a fucking vacuum cleaner?" Her irritation was authentic and my disappointment was too. I couldn't sense anyone else in the house. Maybe the whole Chloe thing was a cocktease. I wouldn't put it past her.

"Anyway, Sugardaddy, where were we?" She jumped up onto the bed so that my body bounced and she promptly straddled me, this time so that our faces were close together and her little hole was somewhere in the air above my dick. I could feel her bullet-like nipples boring into my chest as she lay on me, flattening her firm, round tits against my torso.

"What about my present?" I did everything I could to hide my childish disappointment.

"Who needs a vacuum cleaner when you have me?" She laughed at her own joke before continuing. "Besides, do you really think you deserve a present?"

I could only nod, but it wasn't convincing. I had forgotten her birthday, I was desperate to cum, my head was spinning.

Claudette kissed me, her soft, moist lips pressing hungrily against mine, her tongue forcing them apart, seeking my own, her gentle moans filling my head. I returned her kiss, thankful for this physical contact. I was defeated. Vulnerable and beaten and she knew it.

But then I suddenly sensed something. I tried to cock my head to listen, but Claudette placed her hands on both sides of my head, holding it in place as she continued to kiss me. I could feel her ass swaying above my body, like she always did when she was aroused.

But I was sure I could sense something. As though the air in the room shifted with the entrance of another body. I think my cock knew it first, bobbing even more wildly with every pulse of blood. I tried to speak, but Claudette's tongue occupied my own.

Chloe.

Visions of the little blonde cockslut, as Claudette called her, filled my head. That perfect little body, slimmer than Claudette's, but just as sexy and fuckable. Visions of her fucking me, fucking Claudette, fucking us both danced behind the black silk blindfold. If my horniness had peaked before, it was now on it's way to new limits.

And sure enough, the bed dipped ever so slightly between my legs as another body moved onto the bed. I groaned loudly into Claudette's mouth and she responded with a squeal of anticipation and her ass started swaying even more, her cunt aching for contact.

My eyes rocketed back in their sockets as two slim fingers took gingerly hold of my steel cock and bent it up and back so that it was sticking straight up in the air. The body at the end of the bed shifted and I could tell she was now kneeling obediently between my spread legs.

For what seemed like ages, those two slender fingers held my cock just like that, nothing more. It twitched violently, eager for more. Then it hit me. Like a hurricane. Her breath caresses my bulbous head for a moment, followed by an incredibly hot mouth engulfing the top third of my cock in one fell swoop. I groaned a primal groan into Claudette's mouth, unable to do anything but feel the sensation. Unable to move.

Claudette broke off her kiss and moved her mouth around to the side of my head where she started whispering in my ear. Hot, breathy words as a running commentary of the events unfolding on the bed.