Literotic asexstories – The Hard Sleeper Pt. 02 by DJSmythe69,DJSmythe69
EXT. BETTS HOME GARAGE – NIGHT
Sheryl slowly approaches her garage and almost forgets to activate the opener as Ron calls out.
“Honey? Are You gonna’ open the garage or drive through it?”
Both men laugh lightly as Sheryl is shocked back to reality.
“Oh. Yeah. Right.”
She reaches up and activates the opener. Her mind is still no last year and her encounter with Marcus. How could her own husband set her up like that?
I mean, he has to know that his best friend fucked me, right? And here I was, doing my best to hide it. He must have been furious with me. Oh no, wait a minute, he couldn’t have been because he set it up!
As the SUV slowly enters the garage, Sheryl is again startled by her husband’s voice.
“BABE!”
Before she could react, the front bumper hits the standing metal pedestal, causing everyone to slam forward with a hard jolt.
“What the fuck, Sheryl? What’s wrong with you tonight? I thought you said you didn’t have but one glass of wine?”
Fuming, Sheryl keeps her cool.
“I did. I just misjudged is all. I must be tired.”
She turns off the vehicle, and they all unload. Sheryl pretends to lag behind as the men first head into the garage/kitchen door. She watches as the two of them disappear inside, leaving her still seated. Under her breath, she speaks aloud.
“I can’t believe it. How the fuck could you do this to me? My own husband.”
Slowly, she exits with her small purse. Her tight dress causes her to slide out with both feet at once. She closes the door and looks out at the driveway as the garage door slowly lowers.
She has a sense of foreboding loneliness at being in her home with these two men. One of them, she thought she knew.
She enters and locks the door behind her as she listens to the men in the living room.
“So, do I have the same room, Ron?”
“Hell yeah, you know. No one has been there since you were here last year.”
“Good, I just hope you washed the sheets since then. He he he.”
“Man, fuck you, my house is clean! Ha ha ha.”
Sheryl could not believe her ears. Are they referring to Marcus fucking me on those sheets? Are they really doing this where I can hear them? She pushes the thoughts aside as she enters the living room and speaks without stopping.
“Hey. You gonna’ have to excuse me tonight, guys. I’m exhausted. I’m going to shower and go straight to bed.”
Ron walks over to intercept his wife, and she offers only her cheek for him to kiss. He watches as she heads upstairs and into the Master bathroom. He then turns back to Marcus, who motions for him to come back over.
“Good. You still got that killer porn collection?”
“Hell yeah!”
Upstairs in the Master Bedroom, Sheryl looks at herself in the full-length mirror. Her nakedness stares back at her. She works hard to keep her body toned for Ron. Her breasts, however, are larger than she’d like.
She grips each of them tightly so that her nipples jut out between her fingers. She gives a long exhale before entering the shower.
A thought comes to her as the hot water cascades over her numb body. One of revenge. Her senses come alive at the idea of getting even. She needs to have the last laugh, but how, she muses to herself?
“I have to get them fuckers back good, but how?”
She bends over so the water comes down over her head and hair, and one name that escapes from her in a low tone comes to mind.
“Carrol, Carrol will know what to do.”
Her shower is done, Sheryl finds herself exhausted and in her bed. After great deliberation, she checks her phone for messages and decides to text Carrol.
She has no choice; once she walks down this path with Carrol there is no coming back. Slowly, she types out her text.
SHERYL BETTS – “Hello, Carrol. Sorry so late, but can we have breakfast or lunch tomorrow? It’s an emergency I can only come to you for.”
She does not have to wait long for a reply.
CARROL LANDERS – “Sheryl? Of course, I will only be accessible for breakfast if that works. Otherwise, it will have to be next week.”
SHERYL BETTS – “Breakfast is OK, thanks so much.”
Sheryl places her phone on her nightstand. She is sure Ron and Marcus will be downstairs all night. In the meantime, she will have to devise the right way to tell Carrol what happened to her.
Last night and the morning is a blur of activity and exhaustion. Now, sitting here in Panera Bread, Sheryl fully realizes her situation as it plays itself out in slow motion. Her thoughts are rocked by her name being shouted out from across the venue.
“Sheryl!”
In her own fashion, Carrol gets everyone’s attention as she prances across the entryway, past the counters, and through the adjoining tables, reaching Sheryl.
Before Sheryl can stand, Carrol bends down to kiss the side of her cheek. She takes the chair opposite Carol and sits. Her tight body is always on display, and she sits hard, causing her ample breasts to roll.
“Girl! What brings you out this early and to see me?”
Sheryl exhales lightly and removes her shades.
“Som, something happened to me last year, and it wasn’t so bad at first, as I felt so guilty, but after last night. Oh, I don’t know. You are the only person I can turn to for advice.”
“Thanks, I’m honored. I think. Well,”
The conversation is interrupted by Sheryl’s last name being called.
“Betts!”
“Oh, that’s our coffee. I’ll be right back.”
Upon return, Sheryl and Carrol talk, and the whole tale is slowly dragged out after an hour. Carrol leans back in her chair before responding.
“Holy Shit. I thought I was good. That’s a good trick. Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. A good plan, huh?”
“I’m sorry. You must feel like you were raped? Is that it?”
“No, that’s my problem. I don’t feel raped at all; as a matter of fact, after finding out their plan, I now feel good about it. I mean, I did have an incredible organism.”
Carrol looks around before answering.
“Hot damn girl. You don’t sound like the Sheryl I knew a month ago.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Well, how about this. The reason I called you is, that I want to get revenge, and I need a plan.”
Carrol leans back in her chair and smiles.
“Oh, you just leave that to me. My only question is, how involved do you want to be in this?”
“OH. I want to be all in. I want you to devise a plan to teach Marcus a lesson. He likes to fuck; I want us to give him the fuck of his life.”
Carrol smiles anew as she takes another sip of her coffee before responding.
“I think I’m going to like this new Sheryl.”
FADE TO BLACK.
Later, the two women enter the spacious, luxurious home, head through the living room, and head upstairs.
“Wow, Carrol, so this is your new home?”
“Yes. Oh. I forgot. You never got to come to the housewarming, did you?”
“No. Sorry about that.”
“It’s alright. Married life can be busy, so I never partook of it.”
The two of them laugh lightly as they enter the Master Bedroom.
“Carrol, do you mean to tell me your extra-curricular activities afford you all this?”
“Oh yes, and more. I tried to get you to join me, remember? Hell. You’d do just as well as I do with that body.”
Carrol steps close to Sheryl and grips her left breast firmly while bending down and licking her blouse where her nipple is underneath.
“But you’re married, and that would never work. So now you are the only person outside of my clients who will have seen this.”
They walk into her walk-in closet, and Carrol parts a section of the hanging clothes. Once they are parted, she depresses a hidden stud, and a section of the back portion of her closet wall folds away, and Sheryl gasps.
“What the bloody hell?”
They step inside, and the entire room is lined with velvet-type material, with a rubberized floor. The walls opposite each other are lined with sexual tools and contrivances of all types. In the corner of the room is a massive circular bed with a mirrored ceiling.
Carrol slowly walks around the room, lightly running her hands over some of the instruments and toys as she walks by them.
“Good Lord Carol! How much did all of this cost?”
Carol pauses for a minute and then speaks.
“The room and all you see in it was about eighty-two thousand dollars.”
“What? How did you afford all of this?”
“Oh, various clients and close friends I help service. You see, many have special needs in the bedroom. That is where I come in; I help them. Like, I’m going to help you with this, Marcus.”
Carrol walks over to one of her drawers and produces a key. She then walks back over to Sheryl.
“Here.”
“What’s this?”
“A key, silly. After you enter my garage, the key to my kitchen, after I give you the code. You can consider this place your place away from home. I call it The Alcove. Now, it is your alcove as well. Whatever you do when you come here, you will STAY here. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“The plan I have for Marcus will be more than you could imagine.”
“You, we, are not going to hurt him, are we?”
“Oh no. Like you said, we are going to give his black ass the fucking of a lifetime.”
FADE TO BLACK.
Sheryl enters the kitchen through the garage and finds Ron and Marcus seated, watching a movie. Ron sees her first.
“Oh, hey, hun. We got you some Olive Garden on the Kitchen counter.”
Walking over, she leans over and kisses her husband.
“Thank you. You’re the best. Hey Marcus.”
“Hey Sheryl, do I get a kiss?”
“You sure do, when you go get a wife.”
Both men laugh aloud.
“She got you ass, Marcus. You better find that Big Marsha that was crazy about you. She’ll marry you in a Mississippi heartbeat.”
“Man, forget you!”
Sheryl asks.
“Big Marsha?”
“Yeah, a girl who was madly in love with him. She had a wealthy family, and they offered him the world to marry her.”
“Oh, so you’re a rogue prince, huh? Well, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding a girl, right?”
She turns to leave and then stops.
“Hey, I have an idea. I have a girlfriend you might like to take out, sir.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, her name is Carrol; I ran into her today and told her we had company this week.”
Marcus looks over at Ron, who sits up on the couch and gives him a very approving look. Sheryl walks off, heading upstairs as the men’s eyes follow her. As soon as she is out of sight, Marcus rushes over to Ron.
“Who the hell is Carrol?”
“Man! You don’t want to touch that woman!”
“What! Why?”
“Man, she is too bad for your ass!”
“Shit, man, ain’t no bitch too bad for me! I want to meet her.”
Whispering, Ron answers under his voice.
“Fuck no. Man, I’m tellin’ you. She’s bad news.”
Upstairs at the head of the stairs, Sheryl listens in as Marcus continues.
“What do you mean, bad news?”
“Dude, she’s a freak.”
Marcus looks upstairs and then brings down his tone.
“A freak? What do you mean?”
“Man, her body is tight as hell; she’s like a female bodybuilder.”
MARCUS SUMMERS What the fuck?
“Here, take a look.”
Sheryl is mildly shocked her husband has photos of Carrol, but she smiles in spite of herself.
“See.”
Marcus leans over, and his eyes widen with glee.
“GOTT DAMN! Man, she is hot as hell. Shit, look at them titties!”
Ron smiles as he puts his phone away.
“Man, you gotta’ send me them pictures.”
“Hell no, leave her alone, man, I told you, she’s a freak.”
“I like freaks.”
“Look. I’m warning you, but you a grown-ass man, are you sure?”
“Hell yeah. Hey, I ain’t never had a body that tight before. My dick is getting hard just thinking about her, see.”
“Man. Git your ass back. I don’t want to see your Johnson. OK, OK. I’ll let Sheryl know.”
Ron returns to watching the movie as Marcus stares at him, still sitting close.
“What?”
“What the hell, go let Sheryl know now before it gets late.”
“Dammit, Marc!”
Ron gets up from his seat and heads upstairs. This causes Sheryl to run back into the bedroom as though she was there all along. As Ron enters, she is in her underwear.
“Hey, Honey.”
“Yeah.”
“Uhm, Marcus says he’s interested in meeting Carrol.”
“Really? When?”
Ron walks over and holds Sheryl from behind.
“I don’t know, anytime I guess.”
“Alright, I will let her know.”
“Great. I’ll let Marcus know.”
He takes a few steps away and then walks back over to kiss Sheryl passionately.
“Thanks for tolerating my friends and understanding us Naval jerks.”
“Oh, it’s no problem; I understand boys will be boys. Now go back down there and spend some time with your crazy friend.”
Ron smiles boyishly and heads back downstairs. As he descends, he gives Marcus the thumbs up. Upstairs, Sheryl texts Carrol to give her the approval of the plan with a thumbs-up emoji.
FADE TO BLACK.
The next evening, they all find themselves at a table at Chima Steakhouse.
At the table, the last round of the meat cart leaves.
“Thanks, you guys, but I can’t eat another bite.”
Sheryl adds, “Same here. Whew. Come to think of it, I need to go powder my nose.”
Sheryl looks over and then nudges Carrol, who is a bit too enthralled with Marcus.
“Oh yeah, me too. Be right back, guys.”
The girls, especially Carrol, have to take care to slide out from under the booth. Carrol’s form-fitting dress stops above her knees, but there is no hiding her body.
Her bulbous ass stands out unmoving as the two of them turn to walk away. Marus reaches down to grab his dick inside of his pants as they round the corner. Marcus leans over in Ron’s direction to speak.
“Shit, my dick is hard already. Man, thank you for this hook-up.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Man, do you know she’s been playing with my shit under the table the whole time?”
“What? Are you serious?”
“I told you she was a freak.”
“Shit! You should have told me about her last year.”
The ladies return and sit back down.
“Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m tired, and Ron and I promised to stop by his parents to help them with their home security system.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Ron won’t be able to sleep if that system is off in any way. So we will leave you two youngsters to enjoy the rest of the evening.”
“I’m sure we will find something to occupy our time, right, Carrol?”
“Alright. Ron, are you ready?
“Yep. Let’s get this over with; I hope it doesn’t take all night.”
The couples get up to leave, and Ron smiles as he watches Marcus get up and stand so that his hard-on does not show. They all make their way down to the parking deck and part ways.
Carrol and Marcus walk over to her car. The Mercedes SLK welcomes her with its customary alarm deactivation as they approach.
“Damn, Carrol. Are you rolling like this?”
“Yeah, at times.”
They both enter, and she drives out of the deck and gets on the highway.
“Uhm, Carrol?
“Yes.”
“You never did say where we were going.”
She looks over at him as she answers.
“A big boy like you aren’t worried, are you?”
“Hell no.”
“Good. Then relax; I want to get a better look at that package in your pants.”
Marcus can hardly believe his luck tonight. Just as he takes in her last words, Carrol reaches over and massages his dick inside his pants as she lets down the convertible top. The rush of air stimulates Marcus as he opens his legs to allow her more access.
Eventually, they pull up to Carrol’s place, and the garage door opens to welcome them.
Back with Ron and Sheryl, they are closer to their home than their inlaws.
Sheryl leans her head back against her headrest and exhales audibly.
“Hey, honey.:
“Yeah.”
“If you don’t mind, can I sit out the trip to the inlaws? I did really overeat, and you know I don’t like using other people’s bathrooms.”
Ron does not argue, as with Sheryl at home; she will not be standing over him asking if he is done.
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks, and come home whenever you’re done. If I Know Carrol, Marcus will not be back home tonight.”
Ron chuckles lightly as he replies.
“Tell me about it.”
Before long, the two pull up to their home, and Ron activates the garage door. Sheryl kisses her husband and slowly slides out of the SUV with tired movements.
“Drive safe and remember, no rush back; make sure Mom and Dad are safe and secured.”
“Thanks, babe, I will.”
Ron backs out of the garage as Sheryl watches him as the garage door closes. Once the door is completely down, she makes a mad dash through the kitchen and watches him drive off down the street.
She immediately activates her Uber App and calls for a ride.
Ten miles away, as Carrol and Marcus make their way through the kitchen to the living room, Carrol pushes him onto one of her couches.
“Hey?”
She falls down on top of him, kissing him hard as she runs her hand up and down his groin. Marcus reaches around and grabs her by her ass, gripping both cheeks hard as he speaks in her ear.
“I’ve been waiting to grab this ass all night.”
As the two of them contort on the couch, Carrol’s tight skirt rises over her ass. Marcus finds she is not wearing underwear. She then leans into him, lightly biting into his left shoulder.
“Ugh! Shit! So you like to play rough, huh?”
Marcus rolls her over off of him and onto the plush carpeting, rolling on top of her.
“Yeah, I heard your ass was a freak. Well, I’m a freak too!”
Marcus lifts the remainder of her dress and drives his face down into her wet pussy, and Carrol cries out in shock.
“Aaahhhh.!
Speaking as he works on her.
“You like playing with my dick? This is what you get!”
Carrol’s only reply is cries of passion.
“Ohh! Ugnh. Oooh!”
As Carrol contorts in pleasure, she grabs Marcus’ head and holds him down into her as her legs rise high.
“Yeah, girl. -Ugh- I’m a show your ass tonight. -Ugh- I’m a fuck the sit out of yo’ tight ass tonight. -Ugh!
He reaches down with one hand as he works, undoing his belt buckle and pants. Seeing what he is up to, Carrol releases her hold on his head and assists him.
His pants down, revealing his thong underwear. He rears up on his knees and removes his shirt. As he does, Carrol looks over the dark body, kneeling over her.
The massively huge muscles and chiseled abs down to his narrow waist. She runs her right hand down his stomach until it reaches the large package held loosely in place by the lycra thong.
Her hand is lightly dragged down, pressing it in between his massive thighs. When she releases her pressure, she watches as the organ flexes back, revealing the sizeable main vein beneath the thin fabric.
“Oh no, you can’t get this yet.”
After his shirt is removed, he comes back down on her, this time sending his head down beside her left ear. As he does, he slides his hardening cock, still wrapped up and down across her pussy.
With each pass, the organ grows harder as it presses, getting wetter as it works Carrol into a light frenzy. She warps her legs up and around Marcus’ waist, pulling him into her.
“You like this dick? Do you like this fucking meat, Carrol?”
“Ye, yes. I love it, Marcus.”
Marcus rears up again, this time removing her dress entirely by pulling it up over the top of her body and head. As he does, he gets a good look at her naked body.
“Gott Damn!”
Carrol’s large, firm breasts fall over to the side of her chest. She has the largest nipples he has ever seen. With a huge exhale, he comes down on the left one hard as she cries out again.
“Ugh! Oooh!”
With aggressive tenderness, Marcus sucks on the nipple and then moves over to the next one. Back and forth, he works as he slowly grinds his hard, still-covered cock into her bare pussy.
“Oh no, we gonna’ play a little bit before you git this dick, girl.”
He rears back and pulls the silent Carrol onto her knees. He then turns her around to face the couch they are in front of and leans her forward so that half of her body is leaning on it.
He runs his hands down the back sides of her chest, down to her waist, eventually finding and gripping her ass.
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