2 comments/ 20936 views/ 14 favorites Honeytrap By: Married_Man_63 Not one of my usual stories and quite slow to get going. My first attempt at a "nice story" and I did consider putting it under romance. I guess I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment. As usual, this is written to be enjoyed and I hope you do. If not I'll be happy to moderate your comments after you've made them. ***** Carl glanced across the hotel bar again. She was still there, still pretending not to look at him. This had to be his 25th or 30th conference, there or thereabouts, and he knew how this went. Either she was one of those honey trap girls his wife sent out, or someone who wants money either for sex or to keep quiet after sex. He had deliberately booked into a hotel off the conference circuit, away from all the loud brash networking socialising dickheads that made these events such a chore and he just wanted to be left alone. Carl sank the remains of his bourbon turned on his stool and headed out. His arm went up and he gave a cursory wave in response to the barman's goodnight and headed for the elevator. He walked passed the girl and she quite obviously didn't look up. Close to, she was much prettier than he'd realised. And much younger, early twenties he guessed. She wasn't the typical body shape either. Much plumper than the ones he had met before. There was a real sweetness to her face, innocence you might call it. As he passed behind her he caught her scent. Honeysuckle mostly. A hint of some spice, cinnamon perhaps. It was heady and potent and under different circumstances he would have considered it cloying, but instead he found himself taking deep breaths savouring it. Carl found himself unfurling slightly. He'd never been so aroused by a scent before. From the elevator door in the lobby it was possible to see through to the hotel bar and the seat where she reclined. A sense, he was being watched he was sure, and he was equally sure it was the girl. He tried to use the polished silver metal door of the elevator as a mirror and catch her looking. The image was too warped and distorted and she was too far away, he couldn't distinguish her from the chair she sat in nevermind which way she was facing. Ping! Ordinarily he'd be playing his childish count down game as the numbers on the display decrease (or even better, as the finger swings across the dial) but his attention is all behind him and the elevator's arrival surprises him. The doors open and a smartly casual handsome young man steps out, his eyes are towards the bar area and the girl. His features burst into a joyful smile as he sees the girl running toward him. Carl steps into the elevator, presses his floor button and turns to look out. The two young people are in each other's arms telling each other how they've been missed and celebrating their reunion. He steps backs and chuckles sardonically to himself. Of course she wasn't looking at you, you old fool, she was waiting for her.. What? Boyfriend? Husband? Whoever, you were just in the line of sight. You were an obstacle, an inconvenience. An eyesore. He steps out and walks to room his keycard in his hand. Inside his single bed, coffin sized, room he throws his jacket onto the bed and slumps in the only chair. There is a makeshift dressing table and mirror and his world weary face scowls back at him. He isn't a particularly vain man, he accepts at 55 that he isn't in the first flush of youth. He seems to have more hair coming out of his ears and nostrils than he does his scalp. He knows he should have taken better care of himself but it just took so much of his strength to build the business, to provide for his family, he didn't have the energy to go jogging. His wife complained about his long absences, getting home when the kids were in bed, leaving before they got up. She accused him of caring more about money than he did his family. She was wrong. Dead wrong. It didn't matter how many times he told, he made money for his family. He spent hardly any on himself, certainly nothing like as much as she did. He remembered what it was like after his dad left. Just him and mum trying to get by. His father wasn't entirely an absentee; he would pop back every now and again when he wanted something. When he wanted money. He could be quite the charmer, quite the slick, smooth, silver tongued scoundrel that everyone loved. Everyone, including mum and Carl. Trouble was he wasn't his only son. Sure he was mum's only son, but dad had sons and daughters all over town. Yes Sir, just about everyone loved dad. When he tried to explain that just wanted the best for his family, for them to have the comforts and security he'd never had, for them not to suffer the hunger, the cold, the stress that had put his mother in an early grave she always replied with the same cliché. "Money can't buy memories, Carl. You're kids hardly know you. They would rather have their daddy play with them than all the money in the world." Carl never replied to this. Partly because it choked him up so much that he couldn't speak, partly because, even though he didn't believe it, he couldn't rob his wife of such a precious delusion. Truth was he had more memories than he could sometimes cope with and would have happily exchanged them for money if it would have kept his mother alive, just a few years longer. Carol hadn't flung that particular cliché at her husband for at least a decade. It had stopped meaning anything to her long before even that. The kids were all grown now. Grown and moved on. Their relationship with their father was OK, they didn't resent his not being around, they were smart enough to realise his motives were good, if flawed. There had been times, and there was still a feeling when they talked about it together that they'd both make sure they were always there for their own kids but they couldn't be mad at him. If anything the relationship was better than it was with their mother. She expected them to love her. She expected them to be grateful for the years she dedicated to nurturing them. Sure Carl had provided the money and stability, but it was only her care, her effort that had made the holidays and birthday parties happen. Carl expected nothing and was grateful just to be included. He didn't lecture them on not calling or visiting enough. He didn't constantly try to remind them of all the years he would never get back. Consequently dad was easier to like, easier to be around, less hassle. So now Carl went to conferences, not because he needed the business, certainly not to network with dickheads; he went because there was nothing at home for him. As a provider he was a resounding success, as a father he scraped a pass, but as a husband had crashed and burned. He clung to his conviction that he was not a bad man. Not an evil, cruel man. But could a good man let his marriage fail as spectacularly has his had? Would a good man stand by and watch his beautiful, funny, gracefully clumsy, loving Carol become the bitter, spiteful bitch she was today? Carl still loved her and blamed himself entirely. It was his failure that had made her this way. It was thoughts like these kept Carl awake at night. They had been mercilessly teased when then started seeing each other. Carl and Carol. Who wouldn't want to tease them? They were good natured about it and very much in love so a simple fluke in the nominal assignment department was of no consequence to either of them. In the end it was the route of their demise. Carl had mistakenly opened something addressed to his wife. The name and address on the A4 reinforced envelope were hand written and it genuinely looked to him like Carl Foxton and he was curious as to what it contained. He pulled out a 10 page report detailing his movements during his last conference and exonerating him of any adulterous behaviour and an invoice for £8500 including £4500 for something called a honey trap. Carl read the document and cover letter twice before he realised that the typed invoice was to Carol Foxton. He waited until he was calm before he confronted Carol, he didn't trust himself not to say the wrong thing and exacerbate the situation. She had an increasingly short fuse. They had gone through three housekeepers in the last two years and Carl was beginning to wonder if that was fuelled by the same paranoia as this report. The last two had been male and Carol had finally settled on the overtly gay Sean. A slender fastidious Malaysian man who Carl was sure would be a highly capable choice. Carol was unrepentant and furthermore refused to accept the reports' findings. He'd obviously seen through the situation and behaved accordingly. Either that or he had been in cahoots with the agency and paid them off. There was nothing Carl could say. His heart broke to hear his wife spout this bile. He sat looking at her and found himself mourning for her former self. This bitch was an insult to the memory of his beautiful Carol. He couldn't stand to be around her right now. As he walked away his ears were assaulted by triumphant accusations of proof of guilt. He kept going till he came to a bar. Back in his hotel room Carl is looking at his sorry reflection. Didn't matter how many times he looked he always appeared so much older than he remembered. Every morning he'd be surprised and disappointed by the old man in the mirror. He spoke out loud to lined old man. "Why do you do this to yourself? Every night you drag yourself over the still burning embers of your failed marriage. What do you expect to achieve other than more heartache? Don't you think you've punished yourself enough? Fuck it I'm not going to be able to sleep as it is." He slapped both hands against his round belly. "Come on handsome, don't keep your public waiting!" Picking up his jacket he headed back down to the bar. The lights in the bar were subdued and the muzak similarly so. It appeared to be a selection of 80's power ballads done as orchestral instrumentals. Carl caught the scent of honeysuckle and cinnamon and surveyed his immediate vicinity. Nothing, nobody that wasn't there when he came in. There were five other men in the bar, two at the bar, like Carl and three at small tables lining the walls. This was the perfect scenario for six strangers to get drunk, together alone. It was there again, unmistakable. Glancing round again he wondered why he hadn't seen her before. Two stools to his right, almost by the entrance. She was leaning over the bar to speak to the barman and place an order. As she lifted herself and leant forward Carl got a better look at her figure. She was much bigger than his wife, her curves were generous and her breasts, in profile were sizable. He found himself drinking in her womanly body imagining the feel of her soft yielding flesh. Before he mentally slapped himself. Stop it you old creep! You're a married man and she is young enough to be your daughter! Carl went back to his own reverie, peering into his half empty glass, absorbing the muzak. "Run to you!" Carl laughed to himself as realisation dawned. "Sorry?" The girl to his right gave him a puzzled half smile. "The song, Run to you. Brian Adams." He indicated with his head the music playing, "I've been trying to work out what it is." "Ah! You're playing a game. Can I join in? I could do with cheering up?" He detected a distinct Irish brogue . It was lilting and melodic and yet quite fragile. "Of course! Games are never as much fun on your own." Carl had seen her earlier with her boyfriend/husband so he'd revised his original analysis and allowed his guard down. "I know this, it's one of my absolute favourites. Heart : Alone! 'How do I get you alooone?'" As if on queue the music reached the appropriate point and she sang the words to him. So sweet, so plaintive, it was almost heart breaking, despite her glowing smile and shining, laughing eyes. "I would have thought this was a little old for someone of your age. You can't have been born when this was out." "I love older things. Older things have so much more...class." She was looking him over there was no doubt and the half smile carried a suggestion of..what? Mischief? She can't possibly be coming on to him, that was ridiculous. She was just a friendly flirty girl. That's all. Bit of a giggle, and why not? Carl was entranced. She put out a small hand, "I'm Eve, Evie to my friends, pleased to meet you..?" she let the sentence hang in the air for him to finish. "Carl. Carl to my friends." he said laughing , "and I am delighted to meet you. May I presume to call you Evie?" Her hand was tiny in his and warm. Her touch excited him and he was reluctant to let go. "Oh!" she teased him for his overly courteous manner , bowing slightly she replied, "You may indeed kind Sir!" Then in a slight conspiratorial whisper "I'd really appreciate a friendly ear to bend, would you mind if we sat at a table?" Carl and Evie refreshed their glasses and moved off to a small table covered with a lilac clothe and lit by a simple uplighter on the wall adjacent. Evie was here for her brother's wedding. He, Will, was marrying a girl he has known for less than three months. Will had finished his studies at UCL and stayed in London after graduating. All his family were there to support him, though in private they suspected an ulterior motive for the haste, that would not prevent them from being there to share his special day. Evie was sat very close to Carl at 3 o'clock to his 12. Her legs were crossed and one calf kept making contact with his. He moved his leg as much as he could away but still their calves bumped. Eventually Evie's jeans covered leg stayed pressed up against Carl. Her posture put her ample cleavage directly in his line of sight and Carl fought a constant battle not to stare. It was Thursday, the next day for Evie involved last minute dress fittings and a rehearsal. Saturday was the wedding proper and Sunday she and her family will head back to Ballymena. For Carl the morning brought checking out. His conference finished at 3 pm. He would be in the train station and home by early evening. Evie spoke of the most personal and sensitive family issues. Her open matter of fact manner was entirely disarming. As she spoke he studied her features. She was best described as elfin, Her short auburn hair framed her heart shaped face. Her eyes were large and deep deep brown. Excited and curious you tried to imagine the wonder they must see in the everyday. Her nose was small, cute and freckled, and her small bee stung mouth. She wasn't at that moment but Carl was in no doubt that when need be she was a world class pouter. Evie used her hands a great deal and a myriad of emotions danced across her features. Passions, pure, innocent, naïve passions coursed through the girl and Carl was swept along. She obviously cared deeply for her family and he found himself slightly envious of such close ties. Not in a resentful way, he wanted nothing but the very best for this wonderful young woman and the people she cared for, he found himself reminiscing about his own family , about chances missed and divisions formed. Evie was regaling him with a story about herself and Will where she had seen an old slapstick movie and had decided it would be hilarious to hit someone in the face with a custard pie. Custard pies were in short supply and instead she stole her Da's can of shaving cream.. Carl didn't wait for the story to finish, he saw the playful mischief in her face and roared with laughter. "You are so..." Caught up in the moment Carl stopped short of completing his words. "So?" Asked Evie, "So what?" There was a grin on her face and he guessed she meant to tease him. Carl looked at her for what seemed an age. He swallowed and decided to come clean. "So Lovely. I was going to say you're so lovely." His voice was hushed and his expression could only be described as sheepish. He had difficulty maintaining eye contact. "Lovely am I? And would you say I was sweet?" "Yes I would," he held her gaze to show his conviction. "And am I pretty, would you say?" "I would say that yes." Looking up coyly through her long thick lashes Evie continued. "Might I even be considered beautiful in a certain light?" He didn't answer for a while, shyness stole his voice for a second. He wasn't accustomed to speaking with young women like this and his words caught in his throat. He felt guilty, his wife at home would be distraught if she knew he was here talking to this stunning young woman. He could hear her accusations, he could see frothing anger in her face. She would be livid if she knew how excited and alive he felt right now in Evie's company. He saw then he'd been right. This girl could pout for Ireland. Carl put his hand to her cheek and tilted her face towards his. "In any light you are an astoundingly beautiful and desirable young woman." Shit! Desirable? Where the fuck did desirable come from? Jesus man, she'll have you pinned as dirty old pervert. You're old enough to be her father, you can't say she's desirable for fuck's sake! A chill ran though Carl and he wanted to die now please. All he could do was stare at her as his face fell and his obvious horror painted itself across his features. For a fraction of a second she arched a single amused eyebrow . Carl's discomfort was so tangible, you could cut it with a butter knife. Evie's face slowly broke into a huge, warm friendly smile. Her hand went to her face and rested where his sat. "You're a very lovely man Carl I can see that. You have a kind soul and a good heart. Kindness is a quality woefully undervalued in my estimation ." She leant across the table and kissed his cheek. The kiss lingered for a second and Carl wondered if he dare return the kiss on her lips. Evie turned her head so their lips brushed. He moved into the kiss too late, she was already sitting up. His heart thumped in his chest and his cock stiffened painfully inside his restrictive trousers. "I'm sorry you go back tomorrow I would have welcomed the chance to know you better." Evie stood to leave the bar, gave a sad wave with just the fingers of her left hand and mouthed Bye bye. And just like that she was gone. Carl's bedside alarm wrenched him from a dreamless sleep. After Evie had left sitting alone in the bar seemed lonelier than he could stand. He made his way back to his room, and more exhausted than he'd realised he was asleep within a few minutes of getting in bed. In a daze he showered dressed and went down to breakfast. "Carl!" As he stepped from the elevator he almost walked into Evie and her young man coming the other. She flung her arms round him and hugged him tight. Turning to the young man . "Will, this is Carl. He looked after me last night and let me talk his ears off." Will? WILL?? So this was her brother? Or maybe there's more than one Will in the world, thought Carl sarcastically. The young man put his hand out and beamed the same open smile Evie had. "Thanks for looking after my sister, I know how she can talk. We should start a two legged donkey sanctuary " This was different, this was so different! She wasn't here with a boyfriend and Carl suddenly thought to check if she wore a ring . Nothing. No jewellery on the left hand at all. "Would you be free tomorrow afternoon and evening at all?" Will smiled at Carl who somewhat belatedly took Will's hand and shook it. "Er..No. No my conference finishes this afternoon and I'm checking out today. Best of luck with your wedding and everything. Really it was pleasure meeting you and Evie" Carl bid them both goodbye and headed for the restaurant. As he walked away he heard Evie . "Told you he was a lovely man". Carl sat with a plate full of eggs, sausage, mushrooms and more and didn't touch it. At the fourth time of asking he finally noticed the waiter. Honeytrap " Oh, coffee please, thank you." His head was in turmoil his stomach in knots. After all these years dare he actually believe this was happening? Was that beautiful young ray of light really interested in him? He knew how she made him feel. How she made him happy and carefree. How just an evening of seeing the world described as seen through her honest , optimistic , eager eyes had made the years melt away . And the hole she left when she went. But what did she see in him? Kindness? Niceness? That wasn't going to woo anyone. Was it? And Carol. Let's not forget Carol. Carl sat and considered his options. He could go home, back to Carol. Back to his cold house and his guilty conscience. He could listen to his wife make her wild allegations and feel his soul crumble under the weight of how he had made her. He could stay an extra few days and go to a pleasant young man's wedding with an extraordinary young woman for company. It was stupid to assume anything else might come of that, but for just a few hours more he could bask in her sunshine . Afterwards she would be gone. Remembering how he had felt when she'd gone last night, the sudden emptiness. Utterly bereft. Imagine that only more so. Imagine letting her get further under the skin and then losing her forever. Carl decided couldn't . He couldn't put himself through that. He couldn't leave his wife and without a future he couldn't dream of Evie in this way. The easiest thing would be to skip the final day of his conference and go home. Maybe Carol would be pleased , maybe they could start to re-build their lives together. Maybe. Carl went back to his room and packed. He went through all his motions on automatic. He handed in his key , paid the remainder of the room bill, jumped into a taxi and headed to the Euston. All the while a heavy stone sat on his chest and the brightest star in his firmament winked out. Oh the way home Carl had stopped and got flowers. He was several hours early and knew Carol would be surprised, hopefully pleasantly so. He let himself in and made as little noise as possible. Creeping through the house he found no one on the ground floor and ascended the stairs. Puzzled he definitely heard voices coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like Carol and Sean were arguing, loudly and aggressively. Carl wouldn't have anyone speak to his wife like that and broke into a trot, to come to her rescue. Both of them were yelling and swearing and he stopped at the door. It was ajar and Carl saw inside. Carol was wearing a black latex body suit with holes for her breasts to poke through and to expose her pussy. Sean was wearing nothing but a studded collar and matching cuffs which were attached to the metal bedframe with hand cuffs. He was on all fours while Carol fucked him with a large black strap-on dildo. Kneeling in front of Sean, a third man of muscular build was masturbating onto Sean's face. In between obscenities Sean cried out for Carol to fuck his ass like the bitch she was and licked and sucked the third man's large cock. Carole was thrusting into Sean and something was evidently stimulating her pussy and clit because she was nearing orgasm herself. As the third man shot his load across Sean's face Sean lapped at it like a dog. He was furiously rubbing his own less inpressive hard on in time to Carol's pounding. She started to judder and shake uncontrollably. Grunts and groans were wrought from her throat. Sean came at in a huge puddle on the bed under him making a single high pitched screech . Carol withdrew from Sean with a load plop. She moved around to his face she licked the cum from his brow and cheeks. She kissed him deeply as her hand grasped his testicles and squeezed. Sean screeched again. "Now get this mess cleaned up before my husband gets home, you filthy little whore." Carl walked down the stairs and out the house. He knew he was never coming back. That was not the Carol he had met, fallen in love with, married and raised a family beside. That was someone he didn't know. He caught the next train to Euston and returned to the hotel. There were no single rooms available when he spoke to the reception. Carl imagined that was fate telling him to book a double, or better yet. "Do you have a suite available?" Carl knew that by now the wedding party would probably be at rehearsals. He had no idea where or what time they might finish. If he wanted to see Evie again he would either have to hang around the lobby till they got back or see if reception would tell him anything. For the first hour option one sufficed. Carl became increasingly impatient and agitated and eventually decided to try his luck with the receptionist. His initial enquiries were refused on client confidentiality. They did indeed know the party he referred to. No they couldn't give out information such as family names or likely venues. Yes they did understand Sir, but if he didn't know their full names they couldn't assume he was a close friend. Badgering the staff will result in the police being called and eviction from the hotel. Carl gave up. Being thrown out was the worst possible outcome and he decided to wait it out in the bar. Nursing his Maker's Mark Carl stared glumly into the bottom of his glass. One of the junior staff on reception came up beside him. "Are you Carl, Evie's friend?" She spoke in hushed tones and was glancing round as if worried of being spotted away from the desk. This level clandestine behaviour amused Carl and with a slight laugh and a theatrical whisper replied. "Am I! Does the goose fly East when the moon is full?" Her face went scarlet, she looked totally confused and turned to go. "Wait! Yes, I am Carl. Sorry, that was a silly joke. Was there something you wanted to tell me?" The girl's expression softened and she looked genuinely relieved. "She said to give you this" Carl tore open the envelope and read the hand written note inside. My very lovely new friend, On the off chance that I just missed you earlier and you're still somewhere around the hotel we will be at Sacred Heart from 6:30 till 7:30 for wedding rehearsals then we're all going into China town for a meal. Nothing has been arranged so I can't say where exactly. My mobile number is below, send me a text or give me a call if you get this note. I'd love for you to join us before you head back. Evie Xxx Several exchanged texts later and Carl is on the Tube headed for Leicester Square. The evening passed in a blur. Evie's family were all as open and friendly and as accepting as she was. Evie's father, Billy, was a 5'6" cube. His handshake purposefully firm. Carl imagined how he must be feeling. He had a daughter not much older than Evie and if she ever introduced a man of his age...well! Carl got a sense that if it made Evie happy it made her parents happy. There were hints and clues to suggest that their pairing hadn't been approved of. Eventually Carl discovered that Billy and Bernadette, came together at the heights of the troubles in Belfast. A catholic and a protestant: Billy had forsaken his faith and his family to be with the woman he loved but was never really accepted. The two young lovers had run away together, and never looked back. Evie was wearing a dress and cardigan. The top was tight and her ample cleavage was again attracting Carls attention. Evie liked how he looked at her. There was lust sure, but there was something else. There was longing, desire, there was need. She wanted to encourage that. It felt nice to be needed. It felt really nice to be desired and being lusted after made her quite moist. She pushed her cleavage quite in his face and when she caught him looking from them to her face she gave him a wink. He started to stutter an apology but she hushed him with an immaculately manicured finger to the lips. She leant in so her mouth was by his ear. He inhaled her honeysuckle and cinnamon scent. "They're G", she whispered. His expression was one of confusion. "My breasts. They're G cup . And my nipples are large and sensitive. If you were to put one in your mouth it would swell to fill it." Carl groaned. She placed a hand on his thigh, obscured from view by the table cloth, and squeezed. Carl tried to cross his legs to hide his growing erection. "Evie, we shouldn't. I'm married...ooooooh." She scraped her red nails along his thigh and looked deep into his eyes. "I know you're married Carl Foxton, I also know you could never be tempted to stray." Ice ran through Carls veins. He should have trusted his instincts, she was just here to trick him. So why was she still running her hand over his thigh? "You're one of those honey trap woman aren't you. You'll be telling my wife all about this I suppose." Evie had a hand on both thighs now and her nails danced across his skin through the trousers. Despite his sinking heart his erection continued uncomfortably. He moved his legs apart to allow it to move and she placed a hand on it. He tried not to groan and was mostly successful. "Shall we give your wife something to read about? Give me two minutes then follow me" Evie got up and left the table heading towards the toilets. Carl's heart was thumping in his chest. How the people around him couldn't hear it he didn't know. His cock was so hard it ached and he was worried he might leak pre-cum through his trouser front. He tried to smile at Evie's future sister, feigning interest in her conversation but his head was full of desire and lust wanting to know what that vixen had planned. Time stretched out in front of him, that had to be two minutes! As he left the main restaurant area a hand went out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him into a disabled toilet. Hands went around his neck and Evie pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly his mouth opened taking in her hot tongue. It poked and delved in his mouth and his poked and delved back. Their lips mashed together is a strong carefree passion. Had their mouths not been otherwise engaged they would both have been panting. Evie pressed herself against his front. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she rubbed her groin against his hard on. Grabbing both his hands she put one on either of her ass cheeks. On queue he pulled her closer and rubbed back. Carl throbbed in his pants, he was so aroused now he knew he couldn't last long. Images from his home this afternoon seeped into his mind, as much as he hated them he couldn't deny they excited him. But they didn't excite as much as this young woman, and fuck it! Yeah fuck it Carol! If she could do that he damn sure I can do this! Evie broke this kiss and lowered herself to her knees. Keeping eye contact she peered up at Carl and slowly pulled down his zip before removing his cock from his trousers. She licked the underside and gently gripped the head between her teeth. A chuckle rumbled as she saw his in-take of breath. She took the whole of the head in and sucked. Carl gurgled with pleasure. She sucked hard just on the head and ran her tongue over it. Carl stiffened, not just his cock, his whole body went rigid and he started to go up on tip toe. Evie knew what this meant and started to frantically bob her head taking in as much penis as she could. She wanted to bring him off quickly. "Gggggnnn" Through gritted teeth Carl was conscious of not letting the whole of Chinatown know he was in the middle of an incredible orgasm. Evie sucked and sucked until nothing more came out and Carl pulled his sensitive cock away from her hungry mouth. Evie stood and reapplied her lipstick and straightened her hair in the mirror. Before she opened the door she turned to Carl. "Give me a couple of minutes then follow me. And smarten yourself up you scruffy bugger!" With a wink she was gone. In the mirror Carl saw his mouth was smeared red with her lipstick and looking down he saw the same on his cock. He washed his face clean but left his cock, he liked the reminder. Straightening his collar he made his way back to the table. Carl had to know one thing. "Are you going to tell my wife about that? I'll be honest I don't care anymore. I couldn't begin to explain the debauchery I've witnessed at her hand. It will hurt me financially but I intend to divorce her anyway." Evie tried not to smile, it's not nice to be happy at someone's divorce. But her eyes sparkled with excitement at the news. "I never was. I worked for that agency for a while two years ago. I came over and did a temp job. I was a secretary and typed up your report. I must've typed up dozens during that 6 months but yours stood out. Most men couldn't wait to jump our girls the moment they moved in, but you; you were a decent loving husband. You were away from home, off the leash, but you remained faithful and loyal. Like I said when we met I know you're a good kind man. I used to read through what the agent had written about you and dream that one day I would have a man like you. There a photo in your file , so our girls could find you. .." Evie paused; she blushed and looked at her hands. "I used to sit and look at it. Once or twice I kissed it." Carl didn't know how to reach. This was lovely and sort of creepy. "Are you saying you stalked me to this conference, this hotel?" "No! God no, I couldn't do that! How am I supposed to get my brother to hold his wedding reception here? God that would be manipulative beyond belief. Do you believe in fate Carl? Or just serendipity? A happy accident or meant to be? I don't know which but when I saw you in the hotel bar last night I knew it was you. I tried not to stare but couldn't stop myself. And when you were back there later I knew I had to try. I had to make contact." The meal was over and the other members of the party started getting restless. After a brief discussion the bill was divided up equally amongst everyone but the future bride and groom. As they left the restaurant a couple of younger cousins headed off towards Soho but the rest all made their way back to the hotel. Tomorrow was the big day and clambering into three cabs they made their merry way. Carl couldn't remember the last time he had been with such a happy friendly group. There were rounds of Danny Boy, and even a rendition of Whiskey in the Jar. At the hotel Evie was being somewhat monopolised by her father. She knew he was trying to stop her going to bed with Carl. Not out of dislike for Carl, arrangements had been made, Will was alone in his room and Evie and her soon to be sister, Charlotte, were sharing a double. Appearances had to maintained, if only for one night. She accepted his wishes graciously. Standing before Carl she held both his hands. "I'd better be heading off to my bed, I look a sight If I don't get all my beauty sleep" "You sure? I got a suite all to myself." He hooked his thumb under the strap of imaginary braces cocked his head playfully. Evie laughed at his silliness comfortable in the knowledge he wouldn't be unpleasant in rejection. "Well you be sure to keep it nice and warm for me." With that she lent in and gave him a long lingering kiss on the lips. He tasted his cum on her lips and smelt it on her breath. He wanted to drag her off so badly but thought better of it. The following morning Carl woke bright and early. His morning glory stood well to attention as his head filled with memories of Evie. A girl he had met only two days before, he was utterly infatuated by her. Her face, her hair, her curves, her smell, they all came together in one wonderful package he was greedy to have more of. Today her brother got married and from the ceremony through till the end of the reception she would be his companion. And afterwards...the thought of afterwards made a throb pulse through him. For now however she would be needed by her family. It was only right and proper he decided. Someone knocked on his door, he grabbed a dressing gown and looked through the peep hole. It was Evie! He flung the door open and she pushed in passed him grinning naughtily. "I only have a minute, literally, I'm supposed to be on an errand about the flowers." She kissed him passionately and pressed her body against his. His erection was evident through the dressing gown and she gasped. "What have you been up to you naughty boy?!" "Thinking about you." "That's just from thinking?" She wanted to play desperately but knew her time was limited. She made a sulky mmmmmmmm noise. "I want to stay and play but I can't! Anyway I had an idea. Tonight I'm supposed to swap rooms with Will so he can be with his new bride but I've been thinking; It would be a really nice gesture if you donated your suite them on their wedding night. Then I could stay in the double I've shared with Charlotte and, well it would be churlish to make you stay in a pokey old single room after giving up this!" She indicated the expansive suite with outstretched arms twirling around . She bit her lip coquettishly and raised an eye. " 'Course then you might have to put up with my snoring." Carl was as aroused as he had ever been. Her presence, her words, her expression, and now her promise to spend the night with him. "Oh God yeah. Yeah let's do that. Please." "I hoped you'd agree. I've already told Charlotte." She kissed him again, ran her hand over his cock and gave it a quick squeeze, mmmmm'd a bit more turned and left. Carl was left throbbing, his heart racing, looking at the space she'd just vacated. It was no good he was going to have to do something about it. Stepping into the shower he thoroughly soaped himself all over and rubbed his achingly hard erection. He ran a little movie through his head, it was Evie taking him into her mouth and smiling up him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him and her fingernails were gently running over his scrotum an along his length. Her breasts were suddenly exposed, large hard nipples like she'd described. She took his cock from her mouth and rubbed his length. "Cum for me Carl. Cum on my tits, coat me with your wonderful sticky sperm!" It felt like his legs would go from under him and he staggered slightly . His ejaculate reached half way up the wall and three, four loads pumped out of him. He stood panting, one hand against the wall. When he felt steadier he finished cleaning himself and rinsed off the wall. Having spent the morning kicking his heels Carl decided he was as scrubbed up as he'd ever be and made his way to the hotel reception to wait for the wedding party to muster. He was reading a paper and people watching. He heard the click clack of heels on tile and turned to look. There in a red polka dot 1940's style dress with gathered waist and flared skirt was Evie. The skirt came to just below knee level and showed a shapely calf emphasised by the matching red stilettos , and the gathered waist and flared skirt showed off her ample bosom and deep cleavage to perfection. Her hair and make-up were similarly vintage , a pinned bob made the most of her elfin features and the red lipstick and nails and black eyeliner completed the look. She saw him looking and ran over as well as her footware would allow. "OK?" She asked, teetering another twirl. "Perfect, just perfect." Carl remembered to close his mouth. He could not imagine a more attractive sight that which stood before him right now. "Good, I was going for perfect! You don't scrub up too bad yourself." She took him by the hand and led him out. The ceremony went without a hitch, there were tears and smiles and hugs and handshakes and backslaps and kisses. Spots of rain brought the photos outside the church to a premature close and a 1958 Mk II jaguar drove the newlyweds back to the hotel for the reception. During the lull Carl gave Evie a serious look. Honeytrap "I need to ask you something, something important." A shadow of a frown flickered across her face. Carl removed the hand written note she had left for him and unfolded it. "There was something about this, something familiar I couldn't put my finger. Do you know why that is Evie?" She looked at him without speaking, letting him finish. Her brow was knotted into a frown. "When you wrote your reports was it usual to handwrite the name and address on the envelopes?" She shuck her head and glanced down at her feet. "Did you address my envelope and deliberately make the name Carl and not Carol so I would open it?" "You had no idea, it wasn't fair! She looking to prove you guilty of something you didn't do. She'd used them before, you deserved to know!" Her eyes bright with fighting back tears, she was sure he would feel she had tricked him, she was sure he would leave her. Carl gave her a small half smile. "You sweet, sweet girl. Thank you. You cared enough for a stranger to worry if I was being treated fairly. You beautiful soul." Evie juddered as she laugh/cried. Tears ran down her cheeks but her face lit up in happiness. In her heels they were of equal height and she kissed him repeatedly. Small, strong pecks around his face, covering it in red imprints of her lips. He folded his arms around her and held her tight. Twice he had got up and danced. Twice! Three times if you included her tipsy mother dragging him up. Surely that was enough for now. Evie flopped down in the chair next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She was pleasantly merry as she put it and was feeling a little bit mischievous, and frankly, quite horny. She didn't like asking about his wife, but there was a curiosity burning away inside her. "You never did tell me what your wife was doing when you got home" "No I never did, did I." He too had had plenty to drink but was determined nothing would interfere with later. And he was pretty horny himself. She put her mouth up to his ear, licking his lobe. Her hand slid round his shoulder and one long red nail traced a path down his jawline and neck to his collar bone. In a hot breath voice. "Go on, tell me. Was she being naughty? Did you catch with another man?" "Two other men actually" She sat up and put a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I never suspected...two? At the same time? Never mind, never mind. I'm so sorry. I should never have asked" The music had taken a distinct slowness. Foreigner: I want to know what love is, started to play. Evie stood and took both his hands pulling him up. "Please dance with me. You'll like it I promise. " He couldn't resist her sexy smile and they made their way into the middle of the swaying crowd. He held her close and she gripped his bottom and pulled him closer. Her breasts were squashed against him and his uncurling cock snaked along her groin. She swayed her hips to enhance the feeling and opened her mouth in a perfect O. Carl swallowed. She was so fantastically sexy, he just wanted her so much. "She was fucking one in the ass with a strap on while he sucked his boyfriend's dick" Both her hands cupped her nose and mouth and her eyes went wide. She mouthed rather than spoke. Oh. My.God! and she stifled a laugh. "Is that something you and she...?" "Never" "Oh my god! His BOYFRIEND?" "I assumed so. They seemed on very good terms." Evie burst out laughing. Hard doubled up laughing. When she had composed herself she put a hand tenderly to his face. She kissed his cheek. "I have got so much making up to do for you. I'm making it my mission to make you happy. The bride and groom are long gone, I think now would be a perfectly respectable time to slink away. Bring that with you." She nodded towards an open champagne bottle. When he picked it up she shouted. "And the ice bucket, I want the ice bucket too." Mouths pressed hard together, urgent probing of tongues from both sides. Carl and Evie were starving for each other. Hands ran along sides, down backs, squeezing breasts, cupping buttocks, pulling close. In a sexual frenzy the lovers were a random frenetic whirl of touching. A whole day of restraint and now passions were released until Evie broke the kiss. "Whoa there big fella!" Her breathing was heavy and her eyes shone with wicked intent. "We have all night. We have considerably longer, maybe." The curve of her lips gave the naughtiest smile. He held her face in his hands, looking back into her eyes breathing hard. "Don't you dare lose any of that passion, but can't we make this last a while?" Her words sank through his lust addled brain and he nodded. He wasn't sure his body would be able to keep up anyway. Even if it did he would be spent and snoring in half an hour at this rate. And this was too good to rush. Evie removed Carl's jacket and tie. She made a show of folding the jacket and placing it aside. Next she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Starting at the collar and working her way down. As his shirt was opened she ran her red nails over his chest, then over his belly. Finally pulling the shirt from his waist band putting her hands up the back and slowly dragging her nails down his back. The sensations running through Carl were exquisite, the sensuality of her touch washed over him. Evie sat Carl on the end of the bed and started to remove his shoes and then socks. Slowly, deliberately she took as long as she could, to delay, to tease before finally taking his buckle in her hands, unfastening it and unbuttoned his trousers. She left him sitting in his underwear on the end of the bed. She unclasped then unzipped her dress at the side. I slid slowly down her body. She stepped out of it and folded it over the back of a chair. Carl took in a deep breath. She was wearing a vintage set of lingerie, in red with a cream lace trim. He drank her in, her curves were maddeningly sexy. "Oooooh yes!" His erection was tenting the front of his boxer shorts. Evie gave a wicked smile and turned to the ice bucket. Carl didn't see what she did but she covered the short distance to the bed, removed his boxers and circled his cock with finger and thumb and started to wank him. Pre-cum made the foreskin slide easily back and she engulfed the exposed head in her mouth. "Oh oh oh fuck oh fuck" Carl was lifting himself slightly off the bed. Evie had had ice in her mouth and the sensation of her cold tongue on his sensitive helmet was something he'd never felt before. As the cold subsided heat grew, she sucked and bobbed her head. It was getting warming, almost hot now. "Oh dear fucking god girl, what are you doing to me?" She found it impossible not to laugh around his hard cock and stopped what she was doing. "Was that ok? I read it somewhere and wanted to try it." "Incredible, but only do that if you want me to finish REALLY quickly" "I'll keep it in reserve for just such emergencies." Carl reached behind Evie and clumsily unclasped her bra. He used the opportunity to kiss her again, kissing this girl just felt so good. In his mouth her tongue still felt comparatively cool. She held her bra in place with her arms and sat back on her haunches. Then leaning forward she let the cups fall away from her and for the first time Carl saw her breasts exposed. Her nipples were already hard and poked out a good inch, his mouth watered. Giving him the sexiest look yet, Evie smouldered through half closed eyes and slid her cami knickers over her hips and down her legs. "Stocking stay on?" She tilted her head quizzically and Carl nodded in response. "Shoes stay on?" He looked undecided for a second then nodded again and grinned. Evie walked over and stood a few inches from Carl, her pussy was level with his face and he looked at it like a starving man. There was sparse auburn hair showing her to be natural. It had a soft downy texture and he stuck out a tongue. Her pussy lips had already opened like a flower and her moisture was visible. He ran his tongue along the full length of her lips and tasted her. She let out a low growl and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Delving in he wanted to taste more, she was divine and he lapped at her, her growl became a permanent mew and her hips jerked forwards, ramming his tongue deeper in to her. Her clit was proud and erect. He sucked it in and ran his tongue over it . "Oh Jesus yes, like that, just like that!" Carl had her clit gently between his teeth. The tip of his tongue was rapidly moving over it from side to side and up and down. Evie pushed him back into the bed kneeling over his face and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. "Aaaaghnnnnn ahhhhhhhh!" She cried out as an orgasm begins to flow through her. Carl's hands clutched at her generous buttocks. The soft yielding flesh feels so sensuous against his fingers. He gropes and kneads and caresses her skin. Her rubbing became rocking and her movements become hurried. She was panting and groaning till at last her juices ran out of her, smearing across her lovers face. She fell over on to her side, breathing heavily and it sounds like she's humming quietly. Carl was gasping for breath himself, his air supply had been somewhat restricted for a short time. He shuffled up the bed until their heads are level and both grin happily at each other. He slid an arm under her head and she snuggled in close. Carl was stroking her naked body looking it over and marvelling at how damned erotic she is. "You are one sexy woman, do you know that?" He kissed her head and hugged her tight. Her thigh was against his hard cock. She put a hand on it and stroked gently, teasingly. "Think so do you mister? Well that's handy because I really want you to fuck me now." Her fingers curled around him. "I want this hard cock inside me. I want to feel you sliding in and out of my pussy. My pussy that is so hot and wet for you. So juicy and tight." Her fist was holding him tight and moving rhythmically in time to her words. Carl's heart was pounding in his chest. His cock ached and throbbed. His wife had never spoken to him like this and Evie telling him her desires inflamed his lust. His arousal was absolute; she literally has him in the palm of her hand. "Fuck me Carl, fuck me now." Like a man possessed he leapt on top and lined himself up to her entrance. Pushing in the head popped inside her. Both groan together. She felt so hot. So tight. He pressed on slowly, relishing the sensation of her enveloping him. Soon he is all the way inside her and she feels amazing. She holds him tight and her still stilettoed feet pull him tight. Face down, his head beside hers. He could hear her muttering. "..Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Lifting his head he looked down at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, her lips moving in time to her mantra. Her expression was one of erotic bliss. He feels himself throb, or maybe she squeezed him. It felt so good though. His eyes move down to her magnificent heaving chest. He loves how big soft and sexy they are. And now he gets to suck on one of those mouth-watering nipples. As he drew it into his mouth Evie took in a long gasp of air and groaned. Her pussy definitely squeezed him that time. He slowly withdraws leaving just the tip inside her. The pleasures in her pussy send shudders through her core. He slid back in just as slowly but immediately started to withdraw again. In and out, tempo gradually rising. As things speed up the force of his thrusts increase. Her pussy grips and pulses and flutters round his cock. A building orgasm tells him to thrust harder, faster. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck Me! Oh oh oh yes. Itssss ssooooo, Oh fuck yes. Fuck me hard, cum inside me, spray my womb with your fertile seeeed!" Carl doesn't hesitate for one second longer he pounds her as hard as he is able. His orgasm seems to start in his extremities and serge inwards. His toes curl, his limbs stiffen. Every pleasure neurone is firing at once. Evie sensed that he was so close and feels her own climax tingle in her pussy. Urging him on, thrusting back. Her eyes closed her head back. A constant stream of animal noises gurgles from her throat. She thrust back hard because it just feels so good. Her hands pull him closer, deeper inside. Her nails dig into the flesh of his buttocks. Through the fog of lust her words sink in. Fertile seed in her womb. He likes the idea. This girl he'd known a few days. It arouses him, excites him; his climax exploded in his loins and he erupts inside her. His orgasm was the last straw for hers and she screamed in joy. His cock firing cum deep inside her, her pussy rippling, pulsing, milking every last drop from him. Neither moves for a full minute. Trying to get their breath back, a period of recovery is needed by them both. You don't just come straight back from where they'd been. He looks at her. He likes looking at her. No, he loves looking at her. He loves so much about her. Everything about her. Her eyes open and she returns his gaze. "What?" She looks playfully self-conscious. He leans in and kisses her. Her mouth open and willingly accepting his tongue. Her hand came round and holds the back of his head. The kiss peters out naturally. Carl plays with a rapidly stiffening nipple between thumb and forefinger, in return she plays with a rapidly stiffening cock. He glanced down at himself and huffed a quick laugh. "What have you done to me you wicked vixen?" Carl and Evie fuck twice more that night and each time he shoots his load deep inside her and each time is better than the last. A connection was formed that night. A mutual desire to stay together. A shared need in the other. And to shag as much as possible. Six months later they are laying in bed. Carl is running his hand over Evie's swelling belly. "This time I'm going to go it right, this time I will be there, for everyone." "You know I read somewhere that sex during pregnancy is very good for making the foetus happy." Evie said it a wicked grin. Elsewhere Carol soon to be ex-Mrs. Foxton is interviewing a new housekeeper. She got to keep the house and a half of Carls savings. Considering the dirt that Carl and the agency had managed to gather on her and her sexual habits she was lucky to get anything, but Carl still felt a modicum of guilt for how she'd turned out. Evie knew this was part of his kind nature and love him for it. The young man before Carol was tall blond and Germanic looking. His tight trousers did nothing to hide his large cock which seemed to reach halfway down his thigh. He would do, for now.