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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Trap
Part: 1 of 2
Universe:
Summary:
Keywords: (MF cheating)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  MSU (made shit
up).  A bit of fantasy that gets carried away ?  A long term wish ?  Or a
plot by the three who seem to take advantage of the one.  How could she
have not fallen into the trap ?  As much as her husband, she wanted this to
happen...Shaped it into reality.  Just the right circumstances !?

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Trap

   Part One

   (MF cheating)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   That Morning

   "You sure you want me to go alone ?"

   "Sure we've been down there ten, eleven times, Elizabeth.  I can't
imagine you not being able to get along for one night...Even if you are
alone.  I'll be coming down the following day."

   "You're not getting in until five the following afternoon.  I get in at
one the previous day, Cliff.  I could get into a lot of trouble in that
amount of time, honey." She couldn't imagine what kind of trouble she could
get into ?  She'd sun herself by the pool, have a few drinks then dinner in
the hotel resturant.  She was disappointed.  She would miss him.

   "Yea...I can imagine." He envisioned his wife lounging around the pool
in her one piece.  Her pert little titties pushing those perky little
nipples against the fabric of her suit all afternoon.  He imagined his, now
middle-aged, pledge father drooling over her.  Thirty-three and trim as a
well conditioned athlete and she was.  He was six years older than they
were.  He hardly knew Elizabeth.  She didn't start dating him until his
junior year.  Pledge father was long gone by then.  But he'd seen plenty of
pictures of Elizabeth and made no apologies for talking about fucking her.

   He appeared out of nowhere and had been very forward when they met for
lunch.  It turned Cliff on.  He remembered the cock on his pledge father. A
monster.  Had seen it several times.  In action, that is.  In the
fraternity library.  Usually on a Saturday night.  If you crouched up in
the second story and looked down through the transome.  It was a no
brainer. He'd boned his share of girls in the house library.  Usually on
the table.  Mark was a back door man.

   "Okay then...I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." She noticed that her
flight was loading.  "I've got to run, honey.  I love you."

   "I love you too, baby." Cliff was positive that Mark would chalk up
another notch on his gun.  And video to boot.  He was getting hard thinking
about it.  Looked forward to breaking in on them, catching her sitting on
his lap, Mark's cock buried in her snatch.  Cliff broke the connection and
returned to the pile of paperwork on his desk.

   Elizabeth heard her row being called and rushed for the gate.  Actually
she was excited about going by herself.  It would feed her fantasy life
even if it was only for a single night.  There wouldn't be much to do
without him.  Her fantasy life would fill the void that Cliff usually
filled.  And of course she could sun bathe and eat or...Yea !  Have a
margarita or two !

   She followed the herd to the rear of the jet.  Several men eyed her as
she moved down the isle.  She was happy to still have it.  Her light brown
hair was brushing against her shoulders.  She felt hot in the make up.  The
lipstick especially.  It was too bright and thick.  The thought of her
putting a red ring around some man's cock flashed through her brain.  She
laughed to herself.  A fantasy on steroids !?

   The flight seemed endless.  She needed to go to the bathroom the entire
time but remained in her seat until just before landing, fantasies coming
and going as they pleased.  Customs was a joke as usual and she was off
through the luggage claim and to the taxi station.  It was much more
organized than their last trip down.  So Elizabeth quickly got a cab and
sped away.  The hotel was unchanged from their previous trip...So tall and
imposing.  Ten minutes after she arrived in her room, Elizabeth left again
in her bathing suit.

   That Afternoon

   He spotted her as soon as she passed the pool.  He was out on the beach,
warming up.  The surf was huge, the red flag blowing in the afternoon
breeze.  She came right to the sea wall and sat in a plastic chair looking
out at the ocean.  The sky was full of sun.  She also noticed him and he
immediately became a fantasy figure.  It was his atire.  Outrageous !  His
asscheeks were totally bare.  His dick and balls covered by just a small
triangle of cloth, his cock crudely squished inside the jock strap suit. 
He flexed his cock and it jumped in his suit.  His cock was more prominent
now.

   Elizabeth watched him swim out through the surf.  Now she could see just
his head rising and falling on the ocean waves.  A waiter was bringing her
first drink.  A special blend of Hornitos tequilla with lime juice and
midori instead of triple sec.  She called it all !  It tasted wonderful. 
She watched the man who was body surfing.  She didn't find him catching
many waves.

   She was more than half way through her first drink when the body surfer
came out of the ocean.  He was up the stairs and cleaning his feet off
before she first started paying attention to him.  The buldge in his crotch
was obscene even from this distance.  She could plainly see the outline of
his cock as it poked up against the cloth of the sack that held his private
parts.  He was staring back at her while he cleaned his feet of sand. 
Elizabeth felt like she had been caught paying a little too much attention
to her fantasy.  But there were several younger women sitting near the sea
wall so she was pleased he noticed her.

   He walked straight toward her and it wasn't until he was less than five
feet away that she noticed the towel and what looked like another bathing
suit wrapped up with it on the beach chair next to her.  She didn't notice
them earlier.  She could clearly see the outline of his cock in the tight
crotch of his suit.  The other suit, a baggy pair, was grabbed up off the
beach lounger and slowly pulled up over his crotch.  She followed his every
movement and couldn't keep her eyes away from his crotch, about five to
seven feet away and level with her face.  His cock appeared almost hard.

   He was waving for a waiter and then ordering a margarita.  She tried not
to pay attention but it was impossible.  He was ordering the margarita just
as she had ordered hers.  She leaned to listen closer.

   He was now looking straight at her.  She was blushing.  He was smiling
back at her.  "And get her a second.  She looks thirsty." The waiter ran
off before she could refuse.  She went back to her book.  He was sitting
down on the lounger.  He leaned over toward her.  "Mark Tanner.  Miss..."

   "Mrs.  Elizabeth Shackleford..." She'd leave it at that.  It was
fantasy, after all.

   "I went to college with a guy named Cliff Shackleford..."

   Elizabeth lunged forward on her lounger.  "He's my husband !" Came out
before she could think again.  What a coincidence !  She couldn't believe
it !

   Mark was beaming.  "He was my pledge son !" The waiter was setting down
their drinks.  Elizabeth was shocked.  Mark was pleased.  Keep them off
their toes, a little disoriented.  "How is that son of a bitch ?  You must
be the same Elizabeth he was fucking after I left school ?"

   Elizabeth was gripping her second drink.  Mark was going on and on about
how it was at college.  She was shaking.  But, yes !  They had been fucking
back then.  Fucking !  It sounded so nasty, nothing like it really
was...Like it was today.  "...and the weed we used to smoke !" He was
laughing and gulping another sip of margarita.  "Shit !  I've got a quarter
ounce of great stuff up in my room.  Come on, Lizzy !  Let's run upstairs
and get high !" Mark was sure he'd scored.  She was getting up off the
lounger like she was going shopping at Macys, the day after Thanksgiving.
Cliff told him she would probably follow the weed.  Mark was gathering up
his towel.

   Elizabeth was very excited about the weed.  If she didn't go with Mark
she'd have to wait for Cliff and that was tomorrow night...And several
times it had taken them days to score down here.  She was going to score
right now.  Mark Tanner !  Who'd ever thought ?

   They were in the lobby and waiting for the elevator.  She gave no
thought that this might not be the right thing to be doing.  After all she
vaguely remembered Mark Tanner; met him a couple of times when she first
started going out with Cliff.  It was going up in the elevator when she
remembered Cliff always talking about Mark...Really about Mark's dick.  How
long it was !  She was covered in perspiration in two floors, her nipples
hard as rocks.  All she could see was that sack of private parts hanging
between his legs before he put on the baggies.  The elevator was stopping
at the eighth floor.  Their floor.  Her husband, Cliff, and her were
staying in room eight-twelve.  Mark was opening the door to eight-fourteen.
Another clue that was lost on Elizabeth.  "Lizzy" sounded so sluty.

   The door closed behind her and Mark was rushing ahead to the kitchen
counter.  The room was just like theirs.  Exactly like theirs and there was
the joining door.  More clues that floated by Elizabeth.  She was blinded
by the thought of smoking a big fat joint right now.  Mark noticed her
eagerness.  She was going to be an easy conquest.  He was sure of that. 
Any woman who came up to your room just for a joint was going to jump into
bed like a pole vaulter.

   "Come here, Lizzy.  Let's get a joint into your little mouth, honey. 
I'll roll several and we'll really get this party going.  When did you say
Cliff was coming in ?" He was behind the kitchen counter and rolling a
joint.  The baggie was a fat one and the weed was very green.  She could
smell the hemp from the other side of the counter.  He was coming out from
behind the bar with smoke trailing behind him.  He held it out to her. 
Elizabeth brought it to her mouth and took a very big hit off the joint. 
Smoke curled to the ceiling.  Mark was over opening the sliding glass doors
that led to the patio that overlooked the Pacific.

   Elizabeth took a second hit.  The marijuana smoke filled her lungs.  She
looked down and noticed that her nipples were erect.  She was horny.  The
feeling was spreading out from the middle of her stomach, rushing up her
chest and along her arms.  She held the joint out and closed her eyes. 
Mark took the joint and moved back behind the counter again.  His baggy
trunks came down his legs and pooled around his feet.  His briefs were
hugging his cock and balls, his penis starting to strengthen.

   Elizabeth flashed her eyes wide open when Mark came out from around the
counter.  He was only wearing those tight briefs again.  The joint was
coming back to her.  She pulled on it.  The smoke filled her lungs. 
Moments later she found herself sitting on the couch.  Mark was looking
down at her but she could still make out the huge sack of private parts he
had dangling from his groin.  He was smiling.

   "Bigger than Cliff's isn't it ?" He stared into the confusion on her
face.  She wasn't quite sure what he said.  She was looking back at his
crotch.  She'd been this way at the sea wall.  She couldn't take her eyes
off his groin.  The fantasy had never gone this far.  Cliff was right she
was ripe, ready to stray.  Mark leaned down and took the joint out of her
hand.  Another large drag and he blew the smoke down at her.

   Her eyes were slits.  Three hits or was it four ?  She was floating
already.  He was back in the kitchen, searching the refridgerator.  Opening
a bottle of coke.  Smiling over at her, the joint hanging from the right
corner of his mouth.  His right eye closed as the smoke drifted up that
side of his face.  She looked out at the sky.  The room was floating.  The
couch was hovering.

   Elizabeth Shackleford was fucking stoned out of her mind.  Fantasy and
reality were blending.  This is the last time she thought about being in a
hotel room with a strange man.  He was Cliff's pledge father and quite a
bit older, after all.  And fantasies could always be controled.  Each step,
one at a time.  It was almost as if the two of them had planned it.  But
Cliff would have told her.  Wouldn't he !?

   Mark was coming toward her, sitting next to her on the couch.  She was
drinking the coke.  His knee was toughing her thigh.  She forget to bring
her wrap.  Her nipples were still hard, poking against the material of her
bathing suit.  She looked over at him.  He was staring at her tits. 
Elizabeth flopped back against the back of the couch.

   A little later, she found herself sitting on his lap.  She could feel
the bump of his dick on the back of her thighs.  His left hand was rubbing
her left breast from behind.  She barely noticed it as his right hand was
on her bare thigh way up near the crotch of her bathing suit.  It was only
inches away.  She tried to rise up and push away a bit but his hand moved
closer to her crotch.  She turned and found his face very near hers and
ready to kiss her.

   His tongue was deep in her mouth.  She lost track of where his hands
were.  His tongue was overpowering.  She felt sweaty.  Ready for sex.  A
little dirty.  If her husband was here, he'd be getting it.  He'd be the
one who was kissing her, feeling her.  His fingers were inside the crotch
of her swim suit, digging into her pussy.  Her legs fell apart and Mark
pushed a single digit into her cunt.  She was wet and offered little
resistence.  His cock sprang to life in his crotch.

   Mark slid Elizabeth off his lap and sank to his knees at her feet.  Her
eyes were slits and remained that way as he ran his hands up the inside of
her thighs.  Her head lolled over to the right.  Mark reached up and pulled
both of her shoulder straps down over her shoulders.  In moments her arms
were free of the straps and her breasts were bare.

   Her areolae and nipples didn't measure an inch across.  Mark's cock
fought against the confines of his suit.  He felt the constriction always
made it better.  Last longer, maybe ?  Well, it just made it better.  Mark
yanked her suit almost to her knees with the next effort.  Her bush was
thick and several shades darker than the hair on her head.  Another yank
and she was naked.  Her thighs fell open and he could see her cunt lips. 
He could also smell her and that was the most important.  Elizabeth
Shackleford was about to get the fucking of her life time tonight.

   Mark bent his head to her pubic bush and took a big bite of hair.  It
was hard and kinky.  He rubbed his chin on her pubic bone.  Elizabeth threw
her head back against the couch.  He was going to put his mouth on her
vagina.  Her husband had stopped doing that years ago.  She could smell
herself as his tongue painted circles just above her pubic triangle.  She
was moving her hips side to side.

   He held her still and pried open her twat while reaming his tongue right
into the slit between her fat cunt lips.  They glistened and were wet as
his tongue sank into a very warm vagina...Ripped his tongue upward and
between the lips of her vagina.  She froze when his tongue ran over her
clitoris.  She thrust her ass off the couch.

   "Oh !  God !  Yes...Lick me, Mark." He was batting her clit back and
forth with the tip of his tongue.  Her hips were rocking back and forth. 
His face was plastered to her crotch.  He pushed her legs back up on to her
chest.  Her crotch was spread wide apart.  Her cunt a slash of wet flesh.
He poked his tongue into her vagina.  She bucked up into his face.  He
reamed his tongue around in her.  "Oooohhhhhh..." was followed by a huge
intake of air.

   Her hips were still off the couch and she was grinding them around.  She
was naked and looked very hot.  Time to get his crotch huggers off.  He was
up and leaning against the couch as he popped his cock and balls out of the
sac.  He stood up straight and yanked the crotch huggers all the way off.
His cock was pointing at her lying on the couch.  She was staring at
it...At his cock.  He loved the look on their faces when they saw it for
the first time.  Eyes wide, a curious look on their faces.  He was getting
harder just looking down at her.  Her hair all messed up.  She was naked,
nipples hard, cunt wet, naked and horny.

   He took her hand and pulled her off the couch.  The bed was centered in
the camera view finder.  Although it would make little difference now.  He
was sure he'd be able to fuck her any way he wanted to.  His cock was
almost hard enough to fuck her and she hadn't sucked on it yet.  He threw
her gently toward the bed, her attention was centered on his cock.  It was
huge.  She got an itch looking at it...Knew she was going to let him stick
it in her.  Never thought that he'd force her to suck it.  She'd never stop
him though.  She was his play toy.  Her cunt was plump and leaking.  Ripe
fruit.  She was ready to get fucked like this.  So she could act like a
slut ?  God !  She could hardly keep her hands off herself.

   His cock was pointing at her and he wasn't even holding it.  He was
coming closer.  She still didn't get it.  He reached for her crotch and
wormed his hand between her thighs.  Fingers were swiming toward her
vagina. They were in her.  She flopped over on her back, legs spread.  Mark
was fucking two fingers in and out of her spread vagina lips.  She was
making a sucking noise, her pussy was.  His other hand was on the back of
her head before she realized that he was going to stick his cock into her
mouth.

   "Come on, Lizzy.  You want a taste of it.  I can tell.  Open wide, dear.
Here comes." His dick head was against her cheek, now her lips.  His cock
head had already started to leak his juice.  Her lips gave way.  She
opened. Cock was flooding her mouth.  "That's it, baby.  Suck it !"

   His fingers were stiring around in her cunt.  She was humping her hips
up as his hand was assaulting her groin.  Her mouth was full of his cock.
She pulled her head off him, sliding her lips along his shaft.  His dick
head popped out of her mouth.  She captured him with her lips, pulling his
cock back into her mouth.  Her head started bobbing back and forth on his
cock.  That he might fill her mouth with semen never entered Elizabeth's
mind.  Cliff had never cum in her mouth but she had always been in control
with him.  Now Mark was in control of her; Lizzy was just along for the
ride.  His cock was now very hard and covered with her saliva.  He was
fucking her mouth back and forth on his cock, his fingers jabbing in and
out of her vagina.

   She was sucking the cum right out of him.  Mark was surprised how
quickly she took to sucking his cock.  Cliff said she never seemed to like
it when she blew him.  Must be a size thing as she was sucking the cum
right out of him.  Fuck !  One, two, three spurts of hot semen gushed into
her mouth.  She swallowed once before she realized that he was shooting a
load into her mouth.  He was forcing her face against his belly with his
cock still filling her mouth.  Cum was hemoraging from around her lips. 
Mark threw his head back and groaned, then grabbed her cunt with the hand
in her vagina.  She was bucking, throwing her hips around the bed.  His
cock was still in her mouth.  She wanted to fuck.  She was incredibily
horny.

   Mark pulled his cock out of Elizabeth's mouth.  He stroked it a few
times while watching her ride around on the end of his other hand.  Her
tennis ball size tits taunt against her chest, nipples erect, legs spread,
cunt full of fingers.  He kneeled up on the bed and rolled Elizabeth to her
back.

   "Grab your legs, Lizzy.  Spread that cunt open, sluty." She opened up
and watched him pumping his cock in and out of his hand.  It was hard
enough to poke into her and once it was in...It was a done deal.  His cock
head was pushing through her vagina lips.  His shaft was being grabbed by
the walls of her cunt.  His belly was up against the back of her legs.  He
was just pushing.  She could hardly feel the knob of his cock against her
vagina.

   Mark started stiring his cock around inside her.  He was getting harder
and would soon be hard enough to fuck his dick in and out of her.  He could
feel himself sink into her.  He flexed and was sure he was buried in her. A
quick couple of strokes.  In...Out...In...Out.  She could feel his cock
expand inside her.  When he started fucking, she'd go crazy.  He was
starting.  Elizabeth started fucking back.  Mark really started riding her.
Slap...Slap...Slap !  Their bodies made a wet sound as they fucked
together. Mark was approaching his full size.  Elizabeth felt impaled on
his dick.  He was ramming it in and out of her.  She just realized that she
was screaming as he fucked her.

   Her arms were around his shoulders.  His cock was fucking in and out of
her like a piston of a race car.  The friction was warm against his cock.
He could feel her grasping him.  Then he exploded.  Another one.  She was
slick with cum.  He was fucking her faster, her legs wrapped around his
back.  The squishy sound was back.  The bedding below her was wet.  He was
still fucking in and out of her.  She could feel his semen drooling down
between the cheeks of her ass.  He was thrusting spazmaticly.  They were
both breathing hard.  The door to the patio was still open and they could
hear the ocean waves breaking on the sand eight stories below.

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   The Trap
   Part Two 

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