Best Hotwife Erotica 2: Tricks and Treats Page 4

  “Wow, that was…” Cassie started.

  “Yeah, it certainly was. You were amazing,” Sonja agreed.

  “I was out of my mind, is what I was. I had a great time, but we can never speak of this. Seriously, if anyone find out about you and me and…”

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. He won’t ever find out from me. But if you wanted a repeat performance sometime, something a little more private…”

  Cassie grinned and gave her a hug and kiss before reassembling her clothes. “Well, I never say never.”

  Sonja left the room first and then Cassie slipped out a few minutes later. Now that the sex was over and she was left alone with her thoughts, Cassie felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She was happy that she had a fantasy fulfilled, but she felt guilty that she did it without Don—even if it was probably easier to do it without him. She knew she would have been jealous if he was there and seemed more into Sonja than her. It was better to do something like that with a man who didn’t mean anything to her. Still, it was not fair to Don and while she knew she could never come clean, what would be the point, she knew she had to find a way to make it up to him. Maybe she would invite Sonja over to their place one night and put on a little show for him, but he would only be watching.

  Cassie slipped out of the playroom and went right into the bathroom to clean up. Getting the Joker’s makeup off her body was the toughest part, but she got most of it. She headed back upstairs to get a fresh beer and some air when Ellen corralled her in the hallway.

  “Where have you been?”

  “I was just taking a break. Why?”

  “Don got here about a half hour ago. He’s been looking for you. Are you okay? You look kind of worn out.”

  “It’s just been a long week. Thanks for the heads up.”

  Don found her in the living room and pulled her into a long hug followed by a longer kiss, which Cassie enthusiastically returned. Despite her recent encounter, kissing her fiancé fired her right up again. She just hoped she didn’t taste suspiciously minty fresh.

  “You weren’t downstairs, were you?”

  “No, why?” Cassie replied, eyes darting to the side.

  “I heard Sonja put on quite a show with some guy dressed like the Joker. There was a ton of noise coming from some room down there and then someone saw Sonja and this guy leave the room separately.”

  Cassie was thankful the hallway was empty when she left the playroom. “That sounds like Sonja,” she said, taking his hand. “How about we find an empty room upstairs and see if we can’t get some people whispering about us?”

  “What’s gotten in to you?”

  “Nothing, I just missed you.”

  “I’m right behind you,” he replied as she led him up the steps. “This will give me somewhere more private to check out all your artwork. No wonder you’re worked up if people have been touching you all night. Looks like a couple of people got pretty daring, but please don’t tell me who.”

  Cassie laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

  She found an empty bedroom and pulled Don into it. He sat on the end of the bed and she did a slow turn so he could see everything. He may not have been a jealous guy, but she wondered what he really thought about all the paint on her tits and other places. Obviously a lot of the guys at the party had had fun with her. She just had to make sure he never found out exactly how much fun she’d had.

  “Looks like the guys really took their advantage of their chance to get crazy,” Don commented.

  “I thought you didn’t want to know anything.”

  “Now that I’ve had a better chance to see just what they did to you, I have to admit I’m curious. I kind of want to know, even though I don’t.

  “You know I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but I’d rather not waste our time up here talking about other people. And it wasn’t just the guys painting me.”

  Cassie moved between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders.

  Don ran his hand over her breast, tracing John’s dragon. John was the one guy he had shown a little jealousy over, only because he knew too much about their hook up in the past, and because John made it clear he’d love another shot—always disguised as a joke, of course.

  “But I know a guy did this one. And I can guess who,” Don said.

  “You know it was just all in fun, right?”

  “I know for you it was—though I know you well enough to know you really enjoyed every second of the attention.”

  “You have nothing to worry about, babe.” The Joker flashed through her mind, but Don truly had nothing to worry about. She loved him—one bad decision didn’t change that.

  “Oh, I know.”

  Don traced the leaf between her legs and then grabbed there, giving a strong squeeze. All the fun she’d had earlier did not matter. She was still very horny. She pushed back against his hand and steadied herself on his shoulders.

  “That,” she said, referring to the leaf, “was not one of the guys. That was Sonja.”

  “Mmm, now that sounds like something I wish I’d been there for.”

  The room was already a little crowded, Cassie thought. “Oh, you’d like to see Sonja painting me?”

  “What guy wouldn’t? Come on, Cass. You could sell tickets. I’m sure every guy in the room was staring when she did it.”

  “They probably would have been, if we hadn’t been alone.” Cassie didn’t know why she teased him with that. It was venturing into dangerous territory.

  “Oh really?”

  “Sonja cornered me.”

  “It sounds like she was doing a lot of that tonight.”

  “How do you know the Joker didn’t just grab her and have his way?”

  “Because I know Sonja. She knows how to make what she wants happen, and no one takes advantage of her. Sonja is always in control.”

  Cassie thought about that, and wondered if Sonja running into her in the hallway wasn’t coincidence after all. If it wasn’t, the Joker probably did not just happen upon them either. She started to believe her friend had set her up for a threesome. Cassie knew she should be mad, but it was hard to be angry when she had had so much fun.

  “So what did Sonja do besides paint you?” Don tugged at the zipper on the front of her coverall.

  “What makes you think she did anything more than paint me?” Cassie asked nervously.

  “Sonja didn’t have to get you alone just to paint you.”

  “I guess not, but it was more fun that way.”

  She could tell Don was finishing for something, but she did not know how he would respond to even a fraction of the truth. He knew she had been with women in the past, and he always—half-jokingly—bugged her for a threesome for his birthday, but that didn’t mean he would be cool with her going off for a quick hook up with Sonja without clearing it with him first. He probably thought there was nothing to tell, so it was safe to tease him a little bit, she decided.

  “She wasn’t exactly shy while she was painting me,” Cassie continued.

  “Meaning?”

  “Her hands wandered a bit and I didn’t stop her. It felt good.”

  “You dirty girl.”

  “Just a little bit.” He doesn’t know the half of it, she thought.

  Cassie pressed her knee forward and felt the effect the image of Sonja groping her had on him. The coverall hung open, and she pulled it from her shoulders. It was simple enough to step out of. Don helped her out of her panties and she pulled the cami off—it was the second time that night she was stripped, and she was just as excited as the first time.

  “It’s a shame Sonja didn’t do any painting on the inside,” Don said, running his hands down her sides, and over her flat tummy. She loved the way he touched her.

  They hooked up on their first date and when he caressed her she wanted to throw him down and fuck him right there in the car. It took all of her restraint that night—restraint she did not need now. She pushed him backward on the bed and
straddled him.

  Cassie leaned over him for a hot kiss and Don scooped both her breasts into his hands, rolling her nipples in that way that always made her tremble. He pinched and pulled them harder. She moaned into their kiss. He ground her pussy down against his bulge and wished his costume wasn’t between them. She broke their kiss and hung her head, enjoying his touch before whimpering, “You are wearing way too many clothes.”

  “Let’s do something about that,” he agreed.

  Don rolled Cassie onto her back and made short work of his costume. When his boxer-briefs were tossed onto the floor, he grabbed one of the paintbrushes from her box of supplies, but did not dip it. He trailed the tip down between her breasts. She closed her eyes, lost in his wonderful teasing.

  “What do you think you’re doing? There’s no paint on that brush,” she sighed.

  “Does that really matter?”

  The brush did carry traces of red paint, leaving faint lines as Don traced in spirals of her breast, tightening until he flicked it over the hard pebble of her nipple. The wet brush was firm enough that it almost felt like the tip of a downy soft tongue teasing her nipple. Don went back and forth, teasing both nipples and Cassie arched her back off of the bed. The static charge of pleasure shot straight from her nipples to her pussy with every swipe of that brush, driving her mad. She blindly reached out and found Don’s cock, several thick inches of wonderful meat she wanted inside her. Cassie was so turned on by all the night’s activity that she did not need to be teased. Her cunt was slick and ready for Don. She stroked his prick, drawing him closer, hoping he would take the hint and stop the teasing.

  “Christ, I’m never going to get over how incredible you look naked,” Don marveled. Although they’d been together for a few years now, he always reacted to her nude body like he was seeing it for the first time, and couldn’t believe how lucky he was. It was certainly good for a girl’s ego. Cassie was so lucky to have a guy like Don. That made it so crazy that she would risk everything by losing control like she did in the basement. She could never put herself in that position again.

  “Baby, please stop teasing me. I’m ready,” Cassie pleaded.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all night. I’m in no rush.”

  Don began kissing his way down her supine body and she panicked, realizing his intentions. She could not allow him to do that, not after what she had done with the Joker. Cassie grabbed him forcefully by his shaggy dark hair and insisted, “I mean it. I need you to fuck me. Now.”

  “Wow. I guess all that attention really did get to you,” he chuckled, pushing her legs back against her chest.

  “I don’t know. I don’t care about anyone else’s attention. I want you.”

  “Alright already!”

  Cassie cried out and gripped the sheets in both hands when he rammed it into her. Don slid in smoothly, like he was meant for her—like she’d been waiting for his cock all her life. The bedsprings were impossibly loud once they got going, and she hoped no one would hear them and look in to see what was going on. Last time an unexpected guest had come into the room things took a bizarre turn. Her legs were over Don’s shoulders and he took her urgently, plunging deep inside her, balls bouncing on her thighs with every powerful thrust. He was a man possessed.

  “You’re thinking about Sonja touching me, aren’t you?” she gasped.

  “Uhn, maybe…”

  “You want to see her hands all over me, don’t you?”

  “Yes…”

  “And kissing me.” It was hard to form the words between her moans, but she did it, knowing how hot it was making Don.

  “Fuck yes…”

  “It was so hot. I wish you’d been there to watch us.”

  “She made you cum, didn’t she? Sonja licked your pussy,” Don growled. Imagining Cassie and Sonja together had turned him into an animal.

  “Yes! Yes, I came so hard, baby. It was so hot.” Cassie wasn’t faking her enthusiasm. She did cum hard when she was with Sonja. It was just that Sonja was not the only reason. The threesome was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced.

  Don pulled out and flopped onto his back, demanding, “Fuck me, Cass. I want to watch you.”

  Cassie climbed on top and pushed down onto his shaft. She loved riding him. He pierced her so deeply this way. She worked her hips, drawing off of him and then pushing back down in a sultry rhythm. He held her hips, but moved his hands to grasp her taut ass, urging her forward onto his cock. She saw the look in his eyes and knew he was picturing her and Sonja together as he watched her. She closed her eyes and reveled in the intense pleasure his invading cock radiated through her body.

  The sound of the door catching drew her attention and Cassie opened her eyes to find Ellen standing there in the shadows, watching them fuck. Don had not noticed, and Cassie tried not to stare, lest he figure out they weren’t alone and stop. The women’s eyes met briefly, enough for each of them to acknowledge the situation. Ellen made no move to leave the bedroom, but leaned against the wall and began unbuttoning her pretty, floral, ‘Fifties style dress. The way it clung to her breasts and flared at the waist, it flattered her figure perfectly. She was every inch a sexy June Cleaver. With the dress pulled open, Cassie spied a lacy black bra, which strained to contain her copious cleavage, and matching panties. Ellen’s hand slipped inside those panties, and her lips formed a surprised “O” as she began touching herself. Ellen was every inch the prim Fifties housewife in that costume, which just made watching her touch herself seem all the dirtier.

  “Mmm, I bet you’d love to watch me with Ellen, too. You want to see me play with her big tits?” Cassie teased. Her gaze flicked from Don to Ellen. Her friend smiled. Ellen was full of surprises. Cassie had no idea Ellen was so wild. She certainly had no clue her friend was into something this crazy.

  “Yeah, that’s sexy baby,” Don groaned. “That would be the hottest thing ever.”

  Cassie was not surprised by his reaction. Ellen was right up his alley—curvy, dark-haired. Cassie was anything but his usual type. “What would you do if she was here right now?”

  “I don’t think I could just watch.”

  “No? You want to play, too?”

  “Can I?”

  “If you’re a good boy.”

  “I promise I’ll be good.”

  “Maybe we’ll both use you.”

  “Please…”

  “You can lick her pussy while I ride you. Your cock is mine.”

  “Oh fuck, Cass…”

  Don grabbed her hips again and fucked Cassie violently up and down on his cock. Each temblor of pleasure roiled her brain. She could no longer speak. And it looked like Ellen was right there with her. Ellen bit the side of her hand, but still whimpered as her fingers worked furiously in her panties. The women climaxed at the same time, and Ellen’s throaty moan was lost in Cassie’s high-pitched cry. Cassie arched her back and jammed down on his shaft. Don never heard their observer. He came just after the women and his own orgasm consumed him. Cassie fell onto Don and held his face to hers, so she could peek at Ellen, but he could not. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep her friend’s presence a secret, but she was keeping a lot of secrets tonight. She watched Ellen button her dress and silently slip out of the room.

  “I love you, baby,” Cassie cooed, proving it with a long hot kiss.

  “I love you, Cass. I’m so lucky to have a sexy woman like you.”

  Cassie wanted to cuddle with him on that bed, but they were not at home. “We should probably go back downstairs. It seems like we’ve been up here for a while.”

  “People are too busy talking about Sonja to notice us,” Don said. He turned serious. “You were making all that up about Sonja, right?”

  Cassie smiled wickedly. “You’ll never know.”

  “Very funny.”

  “What about Ellen? Seems like you’re pretty hot for her.”

  “I think being with you two would be hot. I could follow the rules,” he
eagerly replied.

  “If anything like that ever happens—and I do mean if—I doubt it will be with anyone we know.”

  “She might be into it,” he insisted.

  “But her husband probably wouldn’t be.”

  Don chuckled. “He doesn’t need to know.”

  “Right.” She drew the word out. “We need to get out of here.”

  They dressed in the semi darkness. Cassie had spent a lot of time that night getting dressed and undressed. Don went downstairs to grab a drink, while she diverted to the bathroom to clean up—yet again. When she came out, Ellen was waiting for her.

  “Care to explain what that was all about?” Cassie asked, leaning her shoulder against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t really angry—she honestly didn’t know what to think—but she felt she had the right to given Ellen the third degree.

  “I heard you going crazy again and decided to find out what it was all about.”

  “What do you mean again?”

  “You know what I mean.” Ellen looked very pleased with herself.

  Cassie just stared while she tried to control her rising panic. She thought she could trust Ellen, but if she knew, who else did. She admitted nothing.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else knows. I saw you guys slip into that room, and then saw the Joker go in there. I listened at the door and recognized your voice, but no one else was there. Someone saw the other two leave, but no one saw you.”

  “So you listened at the door?” Now that she knew she hadn’t been found out, Cassie was curious what was going on with her friend.

  “It sounded hot. I couldn’t help myself.”

  “And you thought it was hot, just listening?”

  “Well, I wasn’t just listening. I was picturing what was going on in there. Even if it was only half as hot as I imagined it must have been pretty incredible.”

  Cassie couldn’t suppress her smile. “It was hot. It was so…” She caught herself. “It was wrong. It can’t happen again.”