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  Bimbo Wife's Public Fun

  Naughty Bimbo Formula 2

  (A Bimbo, Hot Wife, Harem, Interracial, Menage Erotica)

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  Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Bimbo Wife's Public Fun

  Naughty Excerpt from “Bimbo Wife's Public Fun”

  Other Bimbo Wife Tales

  Bimbo Wife's Public Fun

  Sneak Preview of “Bimbofied Delight”

  Naughty Excerpt from “Bimbo Wife's Public Fun”

  “Oh, no,” I gasped, turning around. But the guy was already driving off. “I hope he'll be okay. Maybe his wife will suck his cock and make him feel all better.”

  Janet nodded her head. I had learned from several men that when their cocks grow hard, it was the sexy woman's responsibility for relieving them with her mouth or pussy or even her asshole. I liked all three. My pussy clenched and another trickle of juices leaked down my thighs.

  I really wanted to cum. Maybe we could finger ourselves...

  I shook my head. Shopping. The party was super-duper important. I had to remember that. But it was so hard. My thoughts were coated in a thick, creamy, marshmallowy ache. I wanted to fuck so badly.

  “Come on,” I said, shivering in frustration. “Let's hurry and get all the yummy food we need.”

  “Like what?”

  I blinked. What did we need? “Umm, produce! We should have the best produce for the director. Melons and bananas and carrots.”

  “And cucumbers?”

  I nodded my head. “Of course, cucumbers. And eggplants. And celery.” I pulled on her arm. “Let's hurry.”

  We strolled into the grocery store arm-in-arm. I giggled when Janet gasped at the whooshing sliding door opening before us. She was so forgetful sometimes. I grabbed a cart and pushed it, Janet at my side. Together, we guided it to the produce section, nodding at everyone we passed. There weren't a lot. It was super-duper early. But the few women we walked by watched us with envious eyes, wishing they could be us.

  And they could be for a price. We would make them all so happy and warm and feel so yummy all the time.

  And horny. So very horny. Ooh, I needed to cum so badly.

  We reached the produce section, my tits jiggling we headed to the melon section. We were the only ones in this part of the store. I let go of the cart and grabbed a pair of honeydew melons off the produce table, lifting them up. I gripped the green rinds, holding them before my breasts.

  “How do I know when they're ripe?” I pouted to Janet.

  “Do they feel firm?” a man asked.

  I jumped with a squeak and whirled around and came face to face with a Black man, his chin chiseled, the faint line of a very short beard following his jawline then up his sideburns to his equally short hair. He had such a smile on his lips as he stared at the two melons before me.

  “Do these feel firm enough?” I asked, proffering the melons to him.

  He reached out, his grin growing naughtier. He gave them both a squeeze. “Well, they are a nice pair of melons. Almost as nice as yours.”

  “As mine?” I frowned, glancing down at the two melons in my hand, my breasts rising and falling in my tight, green dress.

  “Oh, yes, you have a pair of ripe melons. Very well developed”

  “These are?” I asked, holding them up, frowning. I didn't understand.

  He shook his head and stared at me. “Are you messing with me, girl?”

  “I would never mess with you, sir,” I said quickly. “I just can't remember what a firm pair of melons feels like.”

  He glanced at Janet. “It's helpful to grab someone else's melons and feel them so you can have a reference. Your friend's melons also look ripe.”

  I glanced at Janet in her red dress, frowning. “But she doesn't have any melons.”

  “No, these are grapefruit,” Janet beamed. “They're the biggest grapes ever. I bet the vines they grow on must be huge.”

  “That's what sciency can do,” I told her sagely. “Grow things very big. Like your tits.”

  Janet giggled.

  “See, those are her melons,” the man said. There was a catch to his words, his eyes a little wide.

  “Ooh,” I said then giggled. “Right, melons are boobies, too. But boobies are so much softer than melons.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I handed the man the melons and squeezed my breasts right through the fabric of my dress. My nipples tingled, sending a wave of heat right down to my pussy. The man groaned as he watched me knead my tits, the top of my dress sliding down, coming closer and closer to popping out my tit.

  “See, these aren't anywhere near as firm as those melons,” I giggled. I cupped my tits in my hand, lifting them up, the fabric of my dress almost stretching down past my nipples, and proffered them to him. “You try.”

  “You want me to squeeze your melons?” the man asked, looking around the store.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Other Bimbo Wife Tales

  Bimbo Wife Surprise 1: Hot Wife Injection

  Bimbo Wife Surpise 2: Bimbo Menage

  Bimbo Wife Surprise 3: Bimbo Modeling Fun

  Bimbo Wife Surprsie 4: Bimbo Wife's Cuckolding

  Bimbo Wife's Surprise 5: Bimbo Wife's Naughty Plan

  Bimbo Wife's Surprise 6: Bimbo Wife's Interracial Party

  Bimbo Wife's Surprise 7: Bimbo Wife's Spanking

  Bimbo Wife Surprise 8: Bimbo Wives Wild Party

  Bimbo WIfe Surprsie 9: Bimbo Wife's Domination

  Naughty Bimbo Formula 1: Bimbofied Delight

  Bimbo Wife's Public Fun

  Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

  “I think we need to invite the Executive Officer of CFSAN to our home,” Alice said as she pressed against me in the back of our limo. She pronounced CFSAN as “sif-san.” CFSAN, the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, was that part of the FDA which approved, among other things, cosmetic products like the Venus Serum, our revolutionary compound that would turn the ugliest, fastest woman into a hot, busty beauty.

  And a bimbo.

  Like the two sluts sucking on my cock right now. Blonde Becky had her mouth wrapped about my cock, bobbing up and down while Janet, a raven-haired MILF with huge tits, sucked and nibbled on my balls. Both bimbos weren't even paying attention to the conversation I had with my first wife, Alice.

  “And let you girls give him a good time?” I groaned to my first wife. “But if he has ethical concerns about the serum, won't that just prove them? He'll see you as all airheads. Women who you can convince to do anything.”

  “And?” Alice asked, her green eyes flashing. Her
large tits strained her dress, almost spilling out. Once, she had been a plump woman with small tits despite her size. I had loved her anyways. Then she had injected my beauty-enhancing formula into her thigh and transformed into a bimbo. “He's a man. He'll think with his cock.”

  “How can he think with his cock?” asked Nicole, her body pressed into Alice's back. Nicole was brunette with wide eyes and pouty lips. “I thought our minds were in our heads. Is it different for men? Is that why the tip of your dicks are spongy. Brains are spongy, right?”

  “It's a metaphor, sweetie,” Alice said. Right now, she had her full faculties thanks to the intelligent serum. It temporarily gave bimbos their normal thoughts.

  “What's a metfor?” asked Nicole. “What does that have to do with minds?”

  Becky's mouth popped off my dick. The eighteen-year-old bimbo let out a giggle. “Metfor is a smile. I learned that in school. Metfors and smiles describe things. Our husband's cock is like a brain. It's soft and squishy and makes him feel so good when we touch it. Like this.”

  She licked the tip of my dick, and I groaned.

  “See,” she giggled.

  “It's a metaphor and a simile,” I groaned as she licked again, my dick throbbing, pleasure rushing to my real mind.

  “What do mets have to do with smiles?” Nicole asked. A huge one crossed her lips. “They don't seem connected.”

  “Don't worry about it, sweetie,” Alice said, her red hair shifting as she looked over her shoulder. “Why don't you and Veronica lick each other's pussies. You need your female vitamins now.”

  “Yes,” Nicole giggled. “I love licking pussies. So creamy and goody and yummy.”

  “Me, too.” Veronica clapped her hands. She was our final wife in the limo. She used to be our bitch of a boss, a bony woman that hated everything. And now she was our sex slave president. She gave us control of BT Chemical for a pittance and then begged to suck my cock and lick Alice's pussy.

  “Mmm, look at them go,” Alice moaned into my ear, her body pressed tight about me. “Just so horny and eager to do whatever you tell them to. How can Kirby Steffen object to the Venus serum when it delivers such results? Makes women so free and horny, able to act out on all their repressed desires.”

  “Yeah, Alice,” I groaned, watching the Nicole and Veronica push up their skirts as they fell into a sixty-nine, Nicole on top of Veronica. Both bimbos squealed as they dived into each other's pussies, licking hard, their bodies squirming. “Yeah, you're right.”

  “I'm always right,” Alice moaned, nuzzling at my ear. Her hand grabbed Becky's head, forcing the bimbo's mouth down my cock. “Look at what my being right has given you. Six horny wives all eager to please you.”

  “Yes,” I groaned. My last wife, Donna, was at home. She was Alice's old supervisor, a real bitch, so now she was our housekeeper wife, staying at home, doing all the chores naked, her pussy dripping constantly. She was a naughty bimbo, and anyone who knocked on our door was in for a treat. I think the mailman came up with an excuse to personally deliver our mail each time because of Donna.

  “Tell me no man would want this,” Alice purred as she forced Becky to deep-throat my dick. I groaned, my cock aching in the depths of the slut's mouth. “He'll override this Ivy Eads who's causing problems.”

  “Damn, Alice,” I groaned, turning my head. “You are right. We were planning on having a party anyways.”

  “Once we have the FDA on our side,” Alice purred, “we will make a fortune selling the Venus Serum.”

  “Damn, I love you,” I groaned, my balls aching in Janet's mouth, my dick throbbing in Becky's throat.

  I kissed my wife hard, meeting her wicked tongue. She clung to me, fingers digging in my hair as Becky hummed and moaned, the vibrations of her voice massaging my dick. My balls throbbed, the pressure building.

  My hand slid up my wife's tight dress. It clung to her, made of stretchy material. I felt her naked tit beneath. I squeezed her large, pillowy mound. Her nipple was hard. My wife kissed me harder, her tongue stabbing into my mouth.

  Janet sucked and nibbled on my balls, massaging them. The cum boiled in them. I grunted into the kiss. My cum rose in the depth of my dick. I broke the kiss with my wife, staring down at Becky's blonde hair spilled over my lap.

  “Becky, I'm going to cum. You have to share with Janet.”

  “Yes, yes, I need my vitamins so badly,” groaned Janet. “You have to share. Sharing is caring.”

  Becky's mouth slid up my shaft. She sucked so hard as she rose. I groaned, my hips lifting up, my cock aching. My head lolled back as the pressure built. Alice's lips nuzzled into my ear, licking slowly at my lobe.

  “Cum in the slut's mouth,” Alice moaned. “Dump it in there. Mmm, I know how much you love it when your wives play with your cum.”

  “Yes,” I breathed, savoring her tongue. I squeezed her breast hard.

  And erupted.

  The cum boiled into Becky's mouth. The slut moaned in delight as the jizz splattered through her mouth. Janet sucked on one of my balls as they unloaded. The tingle thrill made the orgasm even more intense. I grunted.

  “Fuck, that's it. Take your vitamin's, slut. Mmm, and share with Janet. You love her. You want her to be healthy.”

  “Yes, yes,” Janet moaned. “Sharing is caring. And I love to share with you, Becky.”

  My final blast of cum spurted into Becky's mouth. The bimbo lifted her lips clear of my dick, cheeks bulging with my cum. She turned her head and locked her mouth onto Janet's. I groaned, watching their pink tongues flash back and forth, sharing my jizz.

  “Oh, that never gets dull,” Alice moaned, her cheek rubbing on mine, watching Janet, her best friend, snowball my jizz with young Becky. Janet was old enough to be Becky's mother. Which only made my dick ache more as she pushed the blonde down to the floor of the limo, their pillowy tits piling together, covered by their dresses.

  “No, it doesn't,” I breathed. “I hope the Executive Director of CSFAN is ready to have sexy bimbos fawning over him.”

  Alice laughed. “I just hope he's sexy. Because I'm going to fuck him so hard. I'll convince him to be on our side.”

  “I know you will,” I grinned at my wife, turning and kissing her. My hand pushed up her skirt. I bet she was dripping wet and in need of a hard cum.

  Alice broke the kiss as my hand reached her pussy. She was bare and wet—the bimbo formula denuded pubic hair—and shuddered as my fingers penetrated her depths. “First, call Carter. Have him send out the party invite. Let's not get distracted.”

  “So easy with a wife as sexy as you,” I grinned, curling my fingers, caressing her G-spot.

  “Yes!” she moaned. “Call him, Frank. Call him while you finger my cunt. Mmm, I have the best husband in the world.”

  I pulled out my phone, fumbling at it as my wife's pussy clenched on my fingers. Her hands popped her big breasts out, squeezing her soft moans as I scrolled through the contact list until I found Carter's number. He was the head of R&D and one of Alice's boy toys, enhanced by a masculine form of the serum. Instead of making him an airhead, it just made him a pussy, subservient, eager to please.

  Pussy whipped.

  “Oh, yes,” gasped my wife, her fingers squeezing her fat nipples. I stared at them with hunger as the phone rang twice.

  “What do you need, Mr. Jackman,” Carter answered, his voice pleasant.

  “Tell him, Frank,” moaned Alice.

  “Invite the head of CFSAN to dinner at our place. We would like the chance to speak to him in private, to show him that these concerns are groundless.”

  “Right away, sir,” Carter said while my wife moaned. “Finger my cunt, Frank. Make me cum.”

  “Make her cum, husband,” giggled Janet, breaking her kiss with Becky. “She's your first wife. You have to please her.”

  “First cums first,” Becky nodded, trying to affect a sagely expression spoiled by her vapid, blue eyes and pouting duck face. “Then second cums second.”


  “That's me,” giggled Janet. “And you're third.” The pair kissed as I hung up on Carter, thrusting my fingers deep into my wife's cunt.

  “Yes, Frank,” she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. “Oh, you always give me what I need.”

  My dick hardened, and I ripped my fingers out of her snatch. I moved, sliding up her body, her nipple popping from my lips with a wet plop. Her green eyes flashed, her red hair piled on the bed of the limo. Her thighs spread wide.

  I smeared her pussy juices on her lips as my cock prodded at her cunt. I rammed into her as I leaned over, capturing her lips. As I savored her hot, tight sheath about my dick, I drank in the flavor of her spicy musk staining our kiss.

  She moaned, arms wrapped tight about me, her pussy clenching as she humped her hips up into my thrusts. The limo rocked as the beta-cuckold Ryan drove us home. He could see us, the divider down. He heard his ex-wife, Janet, moan her delight as Becky devoured her cunt on the floor.

  “We're going to seduce the head of the FDA,” moaned Alice. “With cameras recording. We'll have him. Blackmail and lust. He won't resist us.” Her pussy clenched on my dick. “Oh, yes, we'll be so rich, Frank. We'll change the world.”

  “Yes, we will,” I groaned, fucking her harder and harder, my thoughts dancing with the possibilities. The world would be so much different once bimbos and beta-males exploded across the scene.

  Her thighs clenched on my hips, pulling me in tight. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I groaned, her pussy boiling around my dick. Every thrust made me shudder. Her pussy was so tight, so hot. The bimbo serum gave her a cunt that was such a delight to fuck.

  “You're going to fuck him,” I groaned into my wife's ear. “You and the other bimbos. You're going to overwhelm him for me.”

  “Yes, yes, for you,” moaned Alice. “Mmm, yes. My strong husband. We're going to fuck the FDA.”

  “Damn,” I groaned, burying my face into the nape of her arching neck as her pussy clenched down hard on me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Frank. I need to cum. I'm so hot. I'm always so hot and horny. I love it.”