P I Honeytrap (15 page)

Hayley glanced at the other couples. It was apparently a popular pastime, but Hayley couldn’t quite see the appeal. The thought of swapping Reuben for –

Mind. On. Job.

Tony handed her a glass of chilled white wine and sat down beside her. It was pretty funny to see how some men reacted to the novelty of a new woman, and pretty annoying how they were prepared to flaunt that interest in front of their own wife.

By the time the glass bowl finally came out and the men started throwing their keys in, the sexual tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew what they were here for. Hayley watched Marty lower his into the pile, appearing eager but ensuring the hostess got her gripping fingers firmly latched on to them.

When Tony’s keys hit the pile, he looked across at Hayley. It was if he was willing her to find them. She gave him a shy smile in return. Cheryl offered her the bowl first and Hayley rummaged as if it was a real lottery, then closed her fingers around the set she knew to be Tony’s. As she held them aloft, he looked like the cat that got the cream while Cheryl silently smouldered.

Cheryl acknowledged the last set of Marty’s fake Porsche keys as planned. Tony didn’t even seem to notice the ruse and Hayley only had to take one look at the bulge in his pants to see why. His mind was on lower things.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s time to withdraw. You’ll find everything you need in your rooms. Please take your wine glasses with you.’ Tony held out his hand and Hayley took it. She followed him as he led her upstairs, shadowing the other couples. They entered a bedroom that had his name marked on a card on the door. The one bristling with hidden technology.

Tony closed the door and turned a key in the lock. Hayley was happy to see it stayed there. There was no knowing how creepy a guy could be. The ghost of a shiver passed over her as she recalled her night with Billy Solar.

‘You’re very beautiful, Joy.’ Tony complimented her, lifting a new bottle of wine from the dresser and refilling her glass. ‘How did you hear about our little parties?’

‘It was my husband, Will. He’s wanted to do this for some time, but I wasn’t too sure.’ She sounded suitably nervous and apprehensive.

Tony sat down beside her on the bed. ‘Don’t be frightened, Joy. You’re not frightened of me, are you?’

‘No,’ she replied hesitantly, keeping in character. ‘A little.’

He laughed, taking her hand in his. ‘There’s no need to be, I assure you. I only want to make you feel special.’

Yeah, sure. It’s definitely me you’re concerned about. ‘Thank you.’

Tony lifted the long ends of her hair to his face and inhaled. ‘You’re wearing a lovely perfume.’ He ran the backs of his fingers up the side of her neck and leant in to kiss a spot beneath her ear, gently. It made her shiver.

She knew she was going to get turned on and didn’t want to. The thought struck her as unusual. Getting turned on went with the territory and she just made the most of it usually. She wondered why, this time, she felt different. It wasn’t as if Tony was any more of a louse than any of them, and certainly nothing like Billy Solar.

So far the man hadn’t broken any of the rules. He had paired off with a new, willing partner right in front of his wife, whom he presumed was doing the same. If he was a little crass in rubbing his wife’s nose in it, well, that was what Cheryl had signed up for. Perhaps this assignment wasn’t so much about him breaking the rules as Cheryl doing so, by hiring a private detective agency to bring her unwillingness to continue to a head. It was a distinct possibility. Hayley would keep an open mind, for now.

She thought about Marty for a moment and pictured him sitting in the master bedroom, trying to calm a seething client. It made her smile.

Tony got the wrong idea. ‘You like that?’ He nuzzled her neck again.

‘Mmm.’ She smiled some more at the delusion.

Tony sat back, taking the glass from Hayley’s hand. He put it down on the dresser, pulling Hayley gently to her feet before him.

‘You have a great figure in that dress, Joy,’ he told her. ‘I’d like to see you out of it, though.’ Tony ran his flat hands down over her shoulder blades, into the small of her back, bringing them to rest over her buttocks. He squeezed and massaged her there, pressing her into his body. She could feel the solid presence of his excitement.

He reached up and slowly drew her zip down inch by inch, looking into her eyes with a heated expression. Once he’d peeled the dress from her shoulders, Tony pushed it downwards over her hipbones until it dropped silently to the floor. She stood in a black satin balcony bra and matching panties.

Tony took a step backwards and drew his gaze down over her elevated cleavage, down her flat stomach to the triangle of fabric at the apex of her thighs. His breathing grew harsh. ‘I knew you’d be beautiful,’ he said.

He began to unbutton his shirt. Hayley stood and watched him. She didn’t want to appear confident enough to assist him so she was happy to let him lead her persona, Joy, all he wanted.

She guessed he was in his late 30s. Sandy-blond hair, brown eyes. Good-looking enough, she thought, to please a woman’s eye and make him arrogantly confident around them.

‘How about you undoing my belt, honey?’ he asked.

Men always liked a girl to unwrap the goods.

As she pulled the leather strap though his buckle, Tony reached around her and unhooked her bra. He dropped it to the floor, filling his hands with her breasts. He kneaded them firmly, trapping her taut nipples between his knuckles and plucking at them repeatedly. Hayley could feel the moisture seeping into her pussy as the erotic tension built in her body. Primed for a little therapy.

Tony’s erection jutted when she unzipped his pants and pushed them downwards. He kicked them off, along with his shoes, and pulled her tightly against his firm body. Hayley guessed in this game you’d want to keep yourself fit and desirable enough to arouse a stranger. He certainly had done.

Tony wrenched the fabric of her panties between the cleft of her buttocks, kneading and working it as far into her crevice as he comfortably could before slowly drawing it out again. He observed her reaction before peeling them off her completely.

Well, that’s something new, Hayley decided. It wasn’t unpleasant.

Tony obviously took her mild surprise as a sign of encouragement. He became more urgent, getting rougher with her, manhandling her unresisting, face down, across his bed.

It didn’t take much imagination to understand his harsh, frantic reaction. Getting to have sex with a new woman brought out the caveman in men like Tony: superficial and interested only in their own pleasures. It took a real man to want a woman for a lifetime.

Get out of my head, Reuben. You can’t be there any more.

Tony crawled up over Hayley’s back and dropped his weight down on her. She could feel his erection between her buttocks. Tony forced his hands between the bed and her body, seeking her nipples and pinching them between his fingers and thumb. She gasped, arching up onto her forearms, as a thrill coursed through her, moaning in the mixture of mild pain and pleasure he caused.

‘That feels good, Tony. It excites me.’

‘I think you’re a girl who likes a little extra-marital fucking, eh, honey? Am I right?’ He pulled her hips back towards him, rolled a condom up his length with a practiced hand, and penetrated her forcefully from behind in one swift thrust.

She was slick and tight and they writhed together slowly for a bit. He withdrew.

‘I like it when a man fucks me hard.’ She wanted an orgasm and braced her body for his next onslaught.

‘Good, because I’ve got a little something that’ll make you come real hard.’ He shifted his position and reached out, opening a drawer in his bedside cabinet.

Hayley squirmed to take a look. She didn’t want any nasty surprises. She looked at the objects he had pulled onto the bed. Then she looked at him.

‘Just a little cream, honey. And a toy. You’ll like it. I promise.’

Not as much as you, she guessed, but was curious to find out. ‘OK, Tony. Be gentle with me.’ She added the last bit, for Joy. ‘It’s my first time.’

Tony unscrewed the jar and drew a thick mass of cream onto his fingers. He lay to the side of her, hooked one thigh around the backs of hers, and pushed the cream between her buttocks. It felt soft and wet as he worked it around her anus and a little way inside with his finger.

The movement increased her sexual tension. She felt echoes running through her pussy and rolling over her clit. She longed for more direct stimulation. ‘Touch my clit, Tony. Rub the cream there too.’

She heard his soft laugh as he thrust his hand down between her thighs, letting his fingers trail over her vagina entrance and up to the swollen tip of her excitement. The cream allowed his fingers to glide and he circled her pussy, up and over and around, until she began to press her hips against the comfort of his hand.

‘Not so fast, honey. I know you have a needy little play-hole but we haven’t used my favourite toy, yet.’ Tony drew his fingers back, giving her a last tease as they went back to her anus again. It left her pussy throbbing. ‘Just a little more cream and then we’re ready.’

Another coating was drawn across her butt, then Tony held up his toy, smothering it in more cream. His fingers worked across the short row of anal beads attached to a flexible central core as they graduated rapidly from the smallest to the thickest.

‘Let’s see how many you can take.’

‘OK.’ Hayley’s excitement soared as he placed the smallest against her anus and gently pushed.

At first her sphincter muscles resisted, but it was futile against the slipperiness of the cream. The bead parted her and popped inside. A tremor thrilled deep inside her pussy and she breathed out the tension she held in her muscles.

‘And another, I think,’ Tony whispered. He was intent. Focused. He pressed against her body again.

Hayley could feel a firmer sensation pushing against her tight sphincter. Again she resisted the unguent-covered incursion, in vain. She felt it enter rapidly and a small yip of pleasure escaped her lips as her clit received a short echoing charge. It surged throughout her pussy. She could feel the fullness deep inside her body.

Tony stroked her buttocks, distributing the cream over the swell and he agitated the anal beads in her passage, forcing another moan of pleasure from Hayley. ‘You like that, honey, don’t you? I knew you would.’

Hayley’s rapid breathing answered for her. Her eyes shut as she rode the sensations coursing through her. She longed to ride a hard cock.

Tony pushed again. Hayley’s mind was so focused on the anal stimulation that she could feel the stretch as it passed inside her body. A series of shock waves followed it, reaching their tendrils out, roaming through her creamed-up pussy, tormenting her clit and highlighting the emptiness of her clenching, wet tunnel.

‘Oh fuck me now, Tony.’

‘I’m going to fuck you senseless, if you just take another two beads into your sweet, tight arse. Are you going to do that for me, honey?’ He waited.

She nodded. Her desperation for a raging orgasm was obvious. She glanced at her body in the mirror. Her face flushed, her eyelids hooded, her focus glazed. She looked like she was off her head drunk. ‘Do it,’ she told him.

The largest bead yet, pressed against her anus. Tony had to exert a little more pressure and she moaned out loud as it slipped inside her. Her clit hummed, her muscles tightened, seeking a pleasure that was as yet denied her.

‘Hurry, Tony. I need you to fuck my pussy.’

‘Just one more, Joy. Just one. I want to see you take it first.’ He sounded raw, hungry, grasping. He wanted to fuck her now too, she knew it. And not just because he was smoothing a condom over his length.

He drove the last one inside her. Hayley could no longer distinguish between the thrill drifting in waves between her anus and vagina. Everything was clenching at once, gripping, pulling, and she felt the first tremors of her orgasm arrive.

‘You’re coming, aren’t you, honey?’ Tony panted. He sounded pleased at his results.

Hayley nodded, beyond speech at this point.

He rolled her rapidly to her side, facing him, raised her thigh over his arm and plunged his rock-hard erection into her pussy at her next strong contraction. Tony pounded her creamy sex, moaning in his own mounting desire. He landed a hard slap on her rump as he fucked her. She found the sting heightened her pleasure even further and mewled out. He slapped again harder as he thrust into her, parting her softness in a series of savage penetrations.

At the height of her ecstasy he took hold of the anal beads and pulled them firmly from her hole. The sensation as they left her body drove her into an almost frenzied orgasmic explosion. She screamed and thrust her pussy until Tony’s cock was buried deep, expelling every last drop of fluid from his body. He gave a roar of satisfaction, pushing her onto her back and pinning her to the bed as he continued to give her pussy jerky little thrusts of his wrung-out cock. Finally, she whimpered at the oversensitive friction she could no longer bear and he withdrew.

Tony raised himself above her as they both came down slowly. ‘You are one really great fuck, Joy. Adventurous. I love that in a woman. Now you’re going to meet me once a week for a little more fucking. Am I right?’

Bingo. Cheryl was correct. Wives often were when they suspected something wasn’t adding up.

‘I can’t Tony. I’m married.’ She bit out the lie.

‘You can and you will. You want it as much as I do, I can tell. And that’s right. You are married. You wouldn’t want me to have to find out where your husband works and bring the shame of his horny little wife’s activities down on him in front of all his colleagues, would you? What would they think if they knew he wasn’t man enough to satisfy a hot chick like you? If I let slip that you had to go seeking satisfaction from other women’s husbands? Hell, they might want to fuck a tasty bit of arse like you themselves and I’m not sure old Will could trust you not to.’ He penetrated her again with his fingers and she moaned, a mixture of overstimulation and annoyance.