Trophy Wife's Elevator Revenge: Cum-Drenched Birthday Betrayal

Today was Mark's 45th birthday, and I had been planning a sweet surprise for him for the past month. "You know you don't have to get me anything, Missy," he would smile at me across the breakfast table each morning when I asked. So, needless to say, he was of little help when I was searching for ideas. So, I decided to be a little creative this year.

 

Mark was a very successful businessman, owning part of the Kinley & Harrison Law Firm. He was a ruggedly handsome man for his age and prided himself in his business and his 23-year-old "trophy wife." I got all of the expensive clothes and jewelry, but it was usually so he could brag about how good I had it. I was often paraded around in his circle of high-dollar friends. but not for my witty conversation; more times than not I had been instructed on what to wear, and a waiting car took me to where I needed to be.

 

Mark loved showing me off; with his nose in the air and me on his arm, he became obnoxiously arrogant. And we usually took center stage at any event. The wealthy business owner and his young, curvaceous, simple-minded wife. Dressed in some skimpy little number with plenty of cleavage, he had to show off his investment in the double D breast implants, and he always insisted that I wear no panties. It seemed that he got his kicks watching other guys drool over me, then taking me into a back room and banging the hell out of me. 

 

Sure, he was older, but he had the stamina of a horse, and I loved it. Other than that, he had little use for me and paid little attention to me, no matter how hard I tried to get close to him. I often felt neglected and used, but a part of me just couldn't let go of him or of his money.

 

But today his hot little brunette vixen was on a mission to change the way her husband of three years looked at her. Yes, I admit, it was daring. Was I sure it would work? Not really. But I was determined.

 

A nice warm bubble bath set me in the mood; music playing softly calmed my nervous stomach, and I eased into the warm suds, running a hand slowly up my inner thigh to my sweet, bare pussy. Feeling the wetness that had nothing to do with being in the water, I was totally turned on as I ran my other hand up my tummy to my breast, caressing them softly, cupping one and pinching my nipple.

 

I reached my soapy hand across to the delicious-looking toy I had purchased only a week before, loving the real feel it had, the length, the thickness, and how it came "alive" inside my warm, wet pussy, vibrating me into pure delight. I wrapped my hand around it, touched it to my lips, pretending it was Mark, loving the way he tasted, and it disappeared beneath the water and between my soapy thighs. And just as the tip touched my soft lips, the phone rang!

 

I jumped from the tub, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, and headed to the bedroom for the phone. It was Mark, informing me that he was taking an unexpected trip (business related) and that he would be leaving at 6:00 p.m. He assured me that everyone else had already left. I glanced across the room at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 4. I was really going to have to hurry if I was going to surprise Mark before he left on his trip. I hung up the phone and got busy.

 

A quick rinse was in order and some perfumed lotion. Make-up done to perfection, just a bit darker. A few sprays of $300 perfume and some extra volume to my long, brown hair. I slipped into a black garter belt and thigh-high stockings with the seam running down the back. Picked out some killer heels and slipped them on. And finally, the icing on the cake. The cute little magenta knee-length overjacket I had just purchased. It was similar to a raincoat, but pure silk. I wrapped it around me and tied it at the waist, and it clung to my body just perfectly. I felt so naughty as I walked from my million-dollar home to the limo waiting out front.

 

The driver, a nice young man named Trevor, was waiting with the back door open for me. I smiled up at him and noticed him smiling and staring at my chest. Looking down, I realized you could see my hard nipples and perfect outlines of my breasts. I blushed a little and smiled back at him, then slipped into the back seat. "To see Mr. Harrison?" he asked, looking into the rearview mirror.

 

"Yes, please." I responded, feeling all the more naughty. I tried concentrating on the plan at hand and the birthday seduction, but I couldn't help but notice I was getting a lot of attention from Trevor in the driver's seat. I looked forward into the mirror and licked my lips, thinking I could practice my whole technique on the hired help. 

 

I smiled slightly, then drew my head backwards and rested it against the seat. Taking my right hand, I began caressing my breasts along the outside of the thin material, feeling the warmth and the hard nipples, slipping a hand inside, opening the robe slightly to give a generous peek, and glancing at Trevor from the corner of my eye. He was watching me intently, and I was giving more and more to see. I watched him reach for the rearview mirror and angle it downward, so I could see that he had undone his pants and was stroking a very impressive hard-on.

 

Needless to say, I was very pleased with myself but quickly noticed we were only seconds away from our destination. I sat up quickly, pulling my jacket around me tightly and tying it at the waist. Trevor seemed a bit disappointed as I exited the car, but in the back of my mind, I had the feeling that we just might have another encounter in the near future.

 

I walked into the entrance of the Kinley & Harrison Law firm, passing only a few people, getting several shocked looks, but nothing major. I slipped inside the elevator and hit the button for the 12th floor. Totally alone in the elevator, my mind raced with ideas of seducing Mark on his expensive oak desk, throwing all the files to the floor, and just taking him right there.

 

A slight breeze blew in from overhead, along with the usual boring music, completely absorbed in thought. I was a bit startled when the doors slid open and two guys in business suits stepped inside. They hit a button for the 8th floor, smiling my way. I forced a nervous smile, all too aware that I was practically naked beneath the tiny jacket. I looked over my new company. Both appeared to be in their mid-thirties, well-built, business types. They carried on a simple conversation, in which I learned that the blonde guy's name was Jessie and the guy with the black hair, beard, and moustache went by the name of Bill.

 

I held my jacket together tightly as the two hardly even acknowledged I was there. Suddenly there was a jerk in the elevator, the lights blinked off and then on again, and all movement stopped. I frantically pushed buttons in an effort to get it started again, but nothing. We appeared to be stuck, and I was getting a little uncomfortable. Bill and Jessie moved behind me and leaned against the back wall, making me feel all the more uneasy. They began whispering, though I couldn't make out what they were saying.

 

Nervously, I searched through my purse for my cell phone but accidentally dropped my keys. "Now we get a better look at that fine ass!" I heard the one named Jessie say. "Yeah, bet she'd look real sweet with my hard dick down her throat!" the one named Bill replied.

 

I moved as far away from the two as possible, not believing my ears. I bent over carefully to retrieve my keys, feeling a hand slide up my skirt and grab my ass. I turned sharply, with utter disgust, looking them straight in the eyes. "Do you two perverts know just who the hell you are dealing with here?" I spouted at them. Laughter erupted between the two as Bill came back with, "Yes, a hot-to-trot cunt who evidently left her panties at home!"

 

Without batting an eye, I walked up to Bill, standing chest to chest with him. "I am Mrs. Mark Harrison, co-owner of this firm, and he wouldn't take kindly to some lowlife even thinking about touching what was his!"

 

Bill reached down and grabbed a breast in each hand, bouncing them gently, smiling as his touch became a little rougher. "Well, well, well," he says slowly. "You know what we have here, Jessie?" he said, looking back over his shoulder. "We have the bitch wife of the SOB who just got us fired!"

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"No fucking way!" Jessie exclaimed, walking up to me and Bill, "You're married to that prick?" I tried pulling away from Bill, but Jessie grabbed my arm. holding me in place. "Let's just see what you're hiding beneath that coat!" Jessie said as he ripped it open with both hands, and I stood there almost naked in front of two very pissed-off men.

 

"I think we will just take the two weeks' pay that your prick husband denied us out of your sweet little high-dollar ass!" And grabbing both tits, he pulled me to him, kissed me hard, and then shoved me to the floor. I made it back up to my knees, just as Jessie grabbed me by the hair and forced me towards Bill, whose fly was undone and whose enormous dick was out in full view.

 

"Now get that dick in your mouth, Mrs. Harrison, and suck it like your life depends on it!" Bill shouted, slapping me with it across the face so hard that it stung. Pressing it to my lips and deep into my mouth, as Jessie pushed my head from behind, back and forth, laughing as I gagged with each thrust.

 

"Why the hell would a hottie like you marry a loser like that anyway?" Jessie asked, undoing his zipper and starting to stroke his half-erect cock. "I'll tell you why," Bill said, thrusting deep and holding my head down on him until I was gasping for breath. "She's a money whore!" And together they laughed while they continued their assault.

 

Jessie got behind me, running his hand along my bare pussy. "MMM, wet for me, whore?" he asked, then thrusting his long dick deep inside me. My protests were muffled by Bill's thick, hard dick filling my mouth. "You have such a tight little pussy, Mrs. Harrison," Jessie grunted as he reached beneath and grabbed my breasts, fucking me even harder. My cute little jacket was removed and thrown to the floor. Jessie thrust harder, forcing Bill's dick deeper into my throat, and my mind raced, trying to think of a way to get away from the two.

 

"Switch!" Bill commanded with a few final thrusts, exploding his super hot load all over my face and in my hair. "My, doesn't the trophy wife look pretty covered in unemployed cum?" Bill laughed at Jessie, who slipped from my wet pussy and walked around in front of me. I tried getting up but was pushed back to the floor. As Bill stroked his dick back into another hard-on, Jessie found extreme pleasure in shoving his sloppy dick into my protesting mouth, and Bill knelt behind me and mounted me like a man on a mission.

 

Up to this point, I had denied either one of them the satisfaction of bringing me any pleasure. Not one sound of enjoyment escaped my lips. Until Bill. From the moment he slipped his thickness into the depths of my pink wetness, from the second he began his rhythmic upward thrusts, I was totally hooked. Never before had I experienced such feelings; my body became his, and I just wanted more and more. I reached one rocking orgasm after another, and my body was ravaged with pleasure. He fucked me hard and intentionally tried causing me pain, pulling my hair as he drove his dick into me harder and harder.

 

I was so into it that I didn't realize the elevator had started back up and we were resuming our ascent to Mark's floor.

 

Bill was still punishing my wanting pussy, with pain giving way to pleasure, then more pain. I was practically having one screaming orgasm after another, and Jessie moaned as he thrust harder into my mouth, and I found myself sucking his impressive member like a fifty-dollar whore. Sucking him so deep and aggressively that his moans grew louder and louder.

 

The elevator door opened, and Mark stood watching as Jessie pulled his dick from my mouth and came in showers down my face, and Bill, pulling my hair and hammering even harder, filled up my pussy with his massive load, slapping my ass as his cum dripped from me and ran down my inner thighs.

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Both looked up at Mark and helped me to my feet as Jessie said, "Impressive piece of ass you have here, Mr. Harrison!" Mark's face turned beet red as Bill grabbed my jacket and wrapped it around me. "I think your trophy wife is moving on to bigger and better things, boss," he laughed, pulling me from the elevator and leading me down the hall. 

 

With his hand around my waist, I turned to look at my dear husband, who stood with a blank look on his face. "Happy Birthday!" I yelled down the hall, turning and opening the jacket one more time, "You're gonna miss this, babe!" I shouted before turning and nuzzling up to Bill once more. slipping my hand down to the front of his trousers, admiring my newfound toy and the man who knew how to fulfill my every need.