The Trap Two Mature Women Set for Me

That same morning, as soon as they saw me in the office, Sandra and Lorena told me not to make plans for Saturday. There was dinner. The word “dinner” in those two women’s mouths always sounded like it meant something that was about more than just food. Supposedly, it was at Rodrigo and Lorena’s place, and then they’d go out dancing. Those were the exact words. But something in the way they looked at each other told me the night had a different script from the one they were telling me.

I arrived on time with two bottles of wine. When I walked in, everyone was already there except Lorena. Sandra took the bottles, looked at them for a moment, and came close to my ear.

—Very good choice of wine —she whispered—. They’re going to need it.

There was something perversely playful in her smile that I couldn’t quite figure out. She was wearing very little, and what she had on left nothing to the imagination. Tomás, her husband, murmured to Rodrigo that thank God she had bothered to put something on to go out on the street. Rodrigo came over to me with a forced smile.

—Marcos, let’s forget all that, we start from scratch —he said, holding out his hand.

It didn’t fit with what Sandra had just whispered to me. Something was about to happen, and I no longer knew from which side.

Lorena appeared a few minutes later. She was wearing a tight, sheer mesh minidress with a side slit that left her thighs completely bare. The print did very little to hide that she had nothing underneath: her nipples stood out clearly, and when she moved, you could see that she had shaved her pubic hair completely except for a vertical strip. Tomás nudged Rodrigo with his elbow without saying a word. Rodrigo was staring with the expression of a man who can’t believe what’s in front of him.

Lorena came over to me and kissed me twice, very close to the corners of my mouth, slowly and deliberately. I caught her warm, direct perfume. My body reacted before I could do anything about it.

The two women disappeared toward the inside of the house and came back with something in their hands. I recognized it instantly: it was the same hair-removal kit my sister had used as a teenager.

—What are you carrying there? —Rodrigo asked, puzzled.

—We’re going to wax our young friend —Lorena said with a coolness that made my blood run cold—. He can’t go around like that. If it bothers you that we do it here, we’ll go to the bathroom.

No one said a thing. They asked me to take off my trousers. I smiled.

—Sorry, girls, but there’s no need anymore.

It was obvious I’d spoiled their plans. But Sandra reacted quickly.

—We need to see that for ourselves. To make sure it’s done properly.

Even so, I didn’t give in. I said I didn’t think their husbands would appreciate it. They asked them directly, in that way they had of putting things that left very little room to refuse. They made me turn my back to the men. Within seconds they had unfastened my trousers and pulled out my cock. They looked at it slowly, with an attention that was anything but clinical. I was counting mentally so I wouldn’t get hard. They made me turn to face them.

—See, now it looks good, doesn’t it? —Sandra said.

—It’s a shame it isn’t standing up —Lorena added, directing her gaze toward the husbands—. It would look much better. Don’t you think, boys?

***

The tension in the living room was thick and silent. Rodrigo and Tomás weren’t quite sure what to do with their bodies or their eyes. Lorena wrapped her hand around my cock, her palm warm and wet. The contrast was immediate. She spoke in a rough voice, looking at her husband while she held me.

—It’s perfect —she said—. Good size, good bearing. And now, with the path cleared, it’s a gift.

Sandra knelt beside me. Her fingers traced the inner side of my thighs, moving slowly toward my balls, which were already heavy and drawn up.

—We have to test his endurance first —she whispered, aiming her words at Tomás even though she was looking at me—. A young man blows his load right away. We want to enjoy ourselves, we want it to last. We don’t want it over in two minutes. We want a real stud.

Lorena established a slow, deliberate rhythm, sliding her fist from the base to the head, where her thumb paused to press the frenulum. Sandra massaged my balls with a patience that was almost torture, while her other hand explored lower and sent waves of pleasure up my spine.

—You don’t move. You don’t touch —Lorena said—. You only feel. We’ll see how long you can hold out. If you come before we tell you to, we win. If you hold out, you win. Fair enough, boys?

Rodrigo and Tomás’s silence counted as an answer. The women took it as a yes.

The rhythm became firmer, more precise. Sandra leaned in and traced a line down my abdomen with the tip of her tongue, descending slowly. My breathing caught. The orgasm was building in the base of my back, a beast waking up that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

—Ah, ah —Sandra said, noticing my muscles tightening, feeling my cock throbbing between Lorena’s fingers—. Not yet.

Lorena stopped her hand dead. She stayed still, holding me, without finishing what she had started. The relief was as intense as the frustration. Sandra laughed, softly and very calmly.

—See, darling? —she told Tomás, rising in front of him—. That’s how you train a good stud. You take him right to the edge, over and over and over, until the only thought in his head is pleasing you. Until the reward becomes something he can’t decide when to receive.

***

Lorena stood up too. She took off her dress slowly. Her body was left completely exposed: that line of dark hair pointing the way, her breasts without a bra, her hot skin. She came closer, rubbed her nipples against my chest, and whispered in my ear, so low that no one else could hear her.

—I want you to come inside me. But first you have to ask for it. I want you to want it until it hurts. Not today. Today you only learn to wait for us.

Then she knelt and took it all into her mouth. The wet heat was immediate. Her head began to move with a rhythm that knew exactly what it was doing, exactly how to bring a man to the edge. Sandra joined in, licking and kissing my balls with a devotion that pushed me to the brink of the abyss.

My knees trembled. I let out a guttural sound, without shame, without control.

—You’re going to make me come! Please, don’t stop!

Then the two of them stopped at the same time.

They pulled away and left me alone, trembling, with my cock throbbing in the air and no final push. Sandra dressed with the same calm with which she had undressed, glancing sidelong at the husbands, who were no longer comfortable spectators but something hard to define.

—Now yes —Lorena said, running a finger across my chest—. We can have dinner. But stay like this, Marcos. Wanting us. Because as soon as you go down, we’ll get you hard again, and the next lesson will be longer.

***

I wasn’t amused at all. They might have been able to empty their husbands out with that game as much as they wanted, but with me it wasn’t going to work like that. I grabbed Lorena by the arm and turned her toward me with a firmness that left no room for doubt.

—You can do whatever you want with those two —I told her—. I’m not them.

I started spanking her ass. Each blow was direct, without ceremony, a brand on what was mine. She protested and cried out, but her body didn’t protest at all. It surrendered to the punishment as if it had been waiting for it all night.

—Bitch —I hissed in her ear—. That’s exactly what you wanted from the moment you opened the door.

Rodrigo tried to intervene with his household authority, which was already useless. Lorena cut him off without bothering to look at him.

—What are you doing, idiot? If he wants to spank me, he spanks me. We’re his. That’s what you’ve never understood: we’re two women who need a real man, and Marcos understood it right away. You two have spent years not getting it.

I dragged her to the sofa where Rodrigo and Tomás were watching, seated and motionless. I bent her over the backrest and drove into her from behind, shoving my cock all the way in without any preamble. Lorena let out a howl that made the walls shake. Sandra positioned herself behind me and began licking my ass with animal concentration, trying to make me lose my rhythm sooner. But I had too much adrenaline surging through me. Lorena came twice in a row, clinging to the back of the sofa, moaning nonstop. I didn’t even flinch.

That made them even hotter, if possible. Between thrusts, Lorena turned to her husband, her voice broken by pleasure.

—See? That’s how you fuck a woman. That’s how you own her. That’s how you tame her. He’s understood in ten minutes what you haven’t learned in years.

***

I sat in the armchair, cock hard and shining.

—Come here. One on each side.

They came obediently and dripping wet. Sandra climbed on top of me, taking me in slowly, screaming when she had me all the way in. Lorena positioned herself over the sofa and pressed her pussy against my mouth, drowning me in her taste. I heard them moan and look at each other with that complicity only they shared, while I took them where I wanted.

—Look at me, Rodrigo —Lorena said between gasps—. Look at what a real man is. He’s eating my pussy and I’ve never, never felt like that with you. He takes what he wants and doesn’t ask permission.

Sandra, with my cock buried all the way inside her and a slow rhythm that was breaking her apart, spoke to Tomás with a very calm cruelty.

—Do you hear her, husband? Do you feel it? This is what being fucked for real feels like. His cock is tearing me open inside and I’m going to come again. Hear that? This cunt isn’t yours anymore.

Lorena couldn’t hold out any longer. She convulsed with a long cry that filled the living room, flooding me. Her orgasm was the spark that lit Sandra, who collapsed on top of me with a deep shudder, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her words to Tomás broke apart into gasps.

I smacked each of them on the ass and pushed them away. Their bodies kept trembling on their knees on the floor, looking at me with that mix of worship and hunger they no longer tried to hide.

—The banquet has only just begun —I said.

***

I couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension was physical, almost unbearable.

—Together! Now! —I ordered.

They knelt side by side with their mouths open and their eyes lifted toward me. I stroked myself hard until the orgasm came like an electric shock that shook me to the bone. A thick jet hit Lorena in the face, the next hit Sandra’s lips, and more and more, until their faces were marked. The two of them stayed there, on their knees, with my semen dripping down their cheeks and breasts. Lorena turned her face toward Rodrigo.

—Now you know. Now you’ve seen it. We’re his, forever.

Sandra licked her lips and smiled. It was a smile of peace and victory at the same time.

***

The tension in the living room changed nature. Lorena looked at Rodrigo with a calm that was worse than any shout.

—Come closer —she told him—. And do what a real man should do. Come here and clean your wife’s face. Lick the evidence that I’ve been possessed.

Rodrigo backed away, horrified.

—What? No. That’s humiliation. I’m not doing that.

Sandra gave Tomás a similar look.

—You won’t either, I suppose. Fine: either you come here and do it, or tomorrow I’ll tell your families exactly what happened tonight. With all the details.

The ultimatum worked. Tomás took a hesitant step toward Sandra, knelt down, and brought his tongue to her cheek. At first he did it with disgust, clumsily. Sandra grabbed his hair and pressed him against her face.

—Lick. All of it. And don’t you dare stop.

Something changed in Tomás’s eyes. Humiliation turned into something else he didn’t want to admit but that was undeniable. His tongue grew bolder, greedier. He was getting turned on by it.

Rodrigo saw the scene and gave in. He knelt in front of Lorena, who smiled at him with contempt and satisfaction at the same time. At first he licked with disgust. Very soon his breathing quickened. His licking grew deeper, greedier. His body gave him away completely.

Lorena whispered it in his ear, though I heard it too.

—You’re getting hard, aren’t you? You like this. You like licking your wife covered in another man’s come. Keep going. Lick it all, bitch.

The two men, lost in a lust they could no longer control or even wanted to, licked with devotion. It was no longer because they’d been ordered to. Their humiliation had become their deepest fantasy, the one they had never dared to acknowledge. The women let them do it, victorious and calm, knowing that night had changed everything.

I watched them from the armchair. The bottles of wine were still on the table, unopened. They hadn’t been needed at all.