Lauren was always a trouble maker. In college, she was never interested in a boy unless one of her friends was into him, or even better, already dating him. She loved turning her friends’ boyfriends into cheaters. The chase was always more thrilling for Lauren when she knew her prey was going to be torn between her and his girlfriend.
Understandably, Lauren quickly developed a reputation, and lost a lot of friends. One of the few friendships that survived through college was Ashley. Ashley was pretty, quiet and smart. Ashley didn’t have a lot of boyfriends, so Lauren had few targets to go after. Even when Lauren would go after a guy, Ashley would simply take it in stride.
Nonetheless, it was surprising when, several years after graduating, Ashley welcomed Lauren into her home. Lauren and Ashley had reconnected through facebook, and Lauren happened to be traveling nearby. Ashley invited her to stay.
Lauren was surprised to meet Ashley’s husband, Mike. He was handsome, athletic, muscular, and funny. It didn’t take long before Lauren slipped into her old ways and began fantasizing about stealing away her old friend’s husband.
The three of them spent the weekend together, but Lauren didn’t have any of her sales calls scheduled until Tuesday morning. ”I’ve got to head to work,” Ashley said as Lauren made her way into the kitchen for breakfast. ”Mike is off today, so he can keep you company,” she said without a hint of concern as the door shut behind her.
Lauren took Ashley’s confidence and lack of jealousy as a dare. She ate a quick breakfast and then decided to lounge on the sofa, reading a trade magazine. She consciously decided that the nightshirt and long leggings she was wearing were modest enough, even if Mike did happen to walk in on her.
After a half hour or so, Lauren began getting frustrated. Mike had yet to rouse from bed, much less catch her scantily clad in his own living room. She was thinking about doing yoga (loudly) to draw him out when she heard his door crackle open. She stayed put on the sofa, innocently reading her magazine.
Mike grunted hello and made himself some cereal. He made his way over, eating his cereal from behind the sofa and making small talk. She flirted openly with him, teasing him about his muscles and saying that Ashley was brave to leave him alone.
"I imagine you get all sorts of women throwing themselves at you," she purred.
"I do alright," Mike said with a smile. "But Ashley is more than enough woman for me," he said, sipping the last of his milk from the bowl.
As they chatted, Mike slipped around the sofa and sat beside her. He asked about her work, as a pharma sales rep. She told him all about the male-focused drugs her company made, and how “even healthy guys use them to…bulk up, if you know what I mean,” she said with an obvious glance at the healthy bulge in Mike’s lap.
"I wouldn’t know," he said confidently. "I’ve never needed any help."
"Really?" Lauren asked incredulously, leaning closer to her friend’s husband. "Not even with Ashley? After all these years of marriage?" Each word brought her closer to his warm, firm body.
"Especially not with Ashley," he said confidently. He was smirking, as if he knew the game she was playing. He didn’t tell her to stop, which she took as permission to continue.
"Really?" Lauren said, and in a swift move she straddled Mike’s legs, pressing her warm, naked pussy against his bulge. "Maybe I should check, just to be sure everything is working," she cooed. She deftly reached behind her, pulling Mike’s hardening cock out of his briefs.
"Oh, wow," she blurted. "Ashley is a lucky woman," she mumbled as she forced her lips onto Mike’s. She could feel his hands helping to free his cock from the underwear.
She kissed him, pinning him down while his hands roamed her tight, naked ass. Her hand reached back, stroking his cock hard. She quickly impaled herself on his cock before he could come to his senses or try to stop her.
Lauren didn’t often need to trick her prey, almost all of the men she lured away from another woman came willingly. She knew, thought, that once he had been inside her, the deed was done. Even if the guy changed his mind, he had already cheated with Lauren, so he might as well finish.
Mike, however, showed no such reluctance. He forced her tight, petite little frame up and down on his hard, thick cock. He grabbed her soft, fleshy hips and slammed her down, impaling her over and over again as she squealed and moaned her approval.
"Fuck," she cried as his thick, fat finger slipped inside her ass. "Ooooohh! Uh! Ungh! Nnnngh!" she came on top of him.
Mike kept driving her up and down on his cock, using her tight little pussy like a fleshlight.
"Www…wait," Lauren groaned, still recovering from her intense orgasm. "I need some lube. You’re so damn big!"
Mike smiled at her. ”We’re almost out. Ashley will know if we use any. Better put it in your mouth,” he commanded her. Lauren obediently dismounted and was surprised to feel Mike’s firm, strong hands forcing her head towards his cock.
Lauren dutifully sucked his cock, slobbering over the head and shaft and stroking his balls.
"That’s good," Mike told her, slipping two of his fat fingers inside her pussy as she serviced him.
"You like that?" Lauren said, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock.
"Yeah," he said casually. "That’s enough. Get your tight little pussy back on my cock," he ordered. Lauren did as he told her, straddling him reverse-cowgirl. "Yeah, that’s right," Mike moaned. "Let me watch that tight little ass."
Lauren rode his cock to another orgasm, and was surprised to feel his still hard cock pumping inside of her. Mike kept his grip on her waist and continued to fuck her mercilessly.
Lauren was impressed with his stamina, but after almost half an hour and two more orgasms, she was exhausted and drenched in sweat. ”Fuck, Mike. I need you to cum for me, baby. I can’t. I can’t keep going.”
"Maybe I’ll stick it up your ass," he growled at her. "Would you like that? You little slut?"
"Oh god, no. Baby, come for me. Come on," she was begging him.
"Fine, you can jerk me off," he told her.
Relieved, Lauren dismounted his cock again and eagerly began stroking his cock. After a long while, longer than she expected, Mike finally came. he erupted into her hand, splattering cum on her face, her chest and her shirt.
"Holy shit!" Lauren blurted out. She had never seen so much cum from one guy.
"Lick that up for me, baby," Mike ordered her. Lauren was surprised to see herself do just that. She licked her hands clean and slurped up the cum from MIke’s cock and balls.
"That was pretty good," Mike said nonchalantly. "Let’s go take a shower and see what else we can do." He dragged her to the master bathroom where a quick shower was interrupted by Mike bending her over.
"Ohhh, fuucckk!" she moaned as he took her by surprise from behind. He locked her arms behind her, pulling back on them for leverage as he drove his cock deep inside of her. The slapping sounds of the wet skin did little to stifle her cries as Mike jackhammered her tight little pussy from behind.
That was how much of the day went. Mike would fuck Lauren at will, cumming when and how he pleased. Lauren, not accustomed to being the weaker one in a relationship, did as she was told. She enjoyed the sex, in fact it was probably the best she had ever had. But in the back of her mind, she was driven by the knowledge that she had turned her sweet Ashley’s adoring husband into a cheater.
Around 6:00, Lauren was covered in spit, cum, and, thankfully, lube that Mike had found stashed away. She bent over on the master bed, her hands tied behind her back with a leather belt, her mouth gagged with a pair of Ashley’s panties Mike had found on the floor. Mike was behind her, driving his fat cock into her ass as she cried and whined, begging for him to stop, but hoping he wouldn’t.
Mike’s phone buzzed. Still fucking Lauren’s ass, Mike looked at the text from his wife. He chuckled as he texted her back, then threw the phone on the bed before doubling the pace and force of his thrusts.
"You ready for another load, you little slut?"
"Mmmgh. MMnnng hhghf!" she cried through the gag.
With a deep growl, Mike arched his back and drove his cock deep into her. His hot, sticky cum shot down her rectum, filling her. he grunted again and pushed Lauren over onto her side before collapsing on the bed.
She quivered, trembling from her own orgasm. Mike begrudgingly untied her hands and the gag. ”You better get washed up. Ashley is bring pizza back. She’ll be here in half an hour.” Lauren nodded quietly and staggered off into the bathroom to shower.
Dinner was fairly quiet . Lauren was still exhausted and out of it from the marathon session. Somehow, Lauren didn’t feel as boastful as she usually did after a conquest. Fortunately, Mike kept the conversation going, and Ashley didn’t seem to suspect anything.
The next day, Lauren made her sales calls and was surprised to find Mike at the house when she got back. ”Come on,” he ordered her. “I need to fuck that little pussy of yours,” he said dragging her willingly back to the master bedroom.
That pattern was repeated the next day, and the day after that. Finally, on Thursday, Lauren went to see Ashley at work. Mike had used and abused her in every way imaginable. She didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed it, and she was starting to develop a strange set of feelings for Mike.
Lauren still hadn’t had the payoff she was expecting, though. Normally, by now, the wife or girlfriend had found out and Lauren was able to gloat or there had been a big dramatic fight. She felt that if Ashley didn’t find out soon, she might never know.
"This is a nice surprise!" Ashley said warmly, welcoming Lauren into her private office. "What’s up? Sorry I’ve been so busy at work. We’ve hardly seen each other!"
Lauren nodded. She decided to just blurt it out. ”Mike and I have been…fooling around,” she said weakly. ”I mean, he’s been…we’ve been fucking my brains out,” she said, rising in confidence at the end. She couldn’t understand why she felt so unlike herself.
"Okay," Ashley said flatly. "Is there anything else?"
"That’s it? You’re not mad?" Lauren felt this sinking feeling, as if she’d been used somehow.
"Mad? No!" Ashley said. "Wait…did Mike not tell you?" Suddenly Ashley was chuckling, almost laughing, trying to regain her composure. "Sweetheart," Ashley said, putting her hand on Lauren’s thigh, "Mike and I have an arrangement. We can sleep with whomever we want. I assumed you would fuck him—that’s what you do!"
Lauren was confused. She desperately wanted Ashley to be mad at her. Her confusion was broken by Ashley’s phone ringing.
"Yes? Hey honey. You’re a little stinker," she chided her husband. "Okay. Yeah. Um hmm. I’ll tell her."
"What did he say?!?" Lauren asked impatiently.
"He said," Ashely put on a gruff voice imitating her husband, “‘Tell that little whore to get back to the house. There’s a dozen guys here who need servicing.’"
"Okay," Lauren said, almost in a trance. She grabbed her bag and thanked Ashley.
"Oh," Ashley called after her friend. "Have fun, and tell Mike I’ll be home late. I’m letting one of the new guys take me to dinner. Probably more."
Lauren nodded and dutifully returned to her new master and his friends.