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  Naughty Wife's Surprise

  Naughty Wives 2

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  Reed James

  Copyright © 2014 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Naughty Wife's Surprise

  Naughty Excerpt from “Naughty Wife's Surprise”

  Other Naughty Wives Stories

  Chapter One: Friday Again

  Chapter Two: Evie's Surprise

  Chapter Three: Cherry

  Chapter Four: Matrimony

  Chapter Five: Frank's Surprise

  Other Works by Reed James

  About the Author

  Naughty Excerpt from “Naughty Wife's Surprise”

  The final hour of work seemed to last an eternity. She glanced at the clock twenty times a minute, urging the minute hand to move faster. When five o'clock finally arrived, she was off like a cheetah after a gazelle, almost running to the elevator. The ride down to the parking garage seemed to last forever. The moment the doors opened, she called Frank. Her phone rang, and rang, and rang.

  She frowned. He did tell me to call, so why isn't he answering?

  She reached her Audi, worry nibbling at her stomach, when he finally picked up, and barked, “The safeword is 'matrimony'.”

  “Okay,” she answered, and a thrill filled her—Frank was going to dominate her again!

  “Okay, Master,” he snapped.

  “Sorry, Master!” she gasped. Pleasure shivered through her body straight down to between her thighs; he sounded so strong, so powerful. She pressed her thighs together; her clit suddenly aching.

  There was a wet sound in the background, like someone sucking on a lollipop.

  “In the trunk of your car is an outfit,” Frank continued; his voice grown husky. “You will strip naked right there in the parking garage, and put it on.”

  She hesitated. She wasn't alone in the parking garage, and the thought of some stranger seeing her naked only made the ache between her legs grow. “Yes, Master,” she purred, surrendering control to her husband.

  “That's a good slave,” moaned her husband. “Now lick my balls.”

  “What, Master?” Evie asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

  “I was talking to my other slave,” he chuckled. “She has her pretty tongue running across my balls right now. You better hurry home, or they'll be no cum for you to share.”

  She pictured leggy Carol on her knees, licking his balls while he sat on his recliner. Or maybe one of the pretty secretaries at her husband's work. Jealousy surged inside of her. That's my cock she's sucking! Then she imagined herself kneeling next to the woman, sharing her Master's cock and taking turns licking his shaft. Maybe their tongues would brush, their lips would meet, and they would kiss around his dick. She shivered, breathing in, and she could smell her spicy arousal; her panties were drenched with her lust.

  Her hands flew to the buttons of her blouse. She had to get home as fast as possible. With her blouse hanging open, she pulled her keys out of her purse, and popped the Audi's trunk open. She carelessly threw her blouse into the compartment, and found a package from their favorite sex shop. She opened it up, and blushed.

  I can't wear this in public!

  “Suck my dick some more, slave!” her husband moaned through the phone. “You better hurry, Evie. This little whore knows how to suck cock! I'm not going to last long.”

  Evie didn't want the hussy to have his cum all to herself; she reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. The parking garage air was cold on her breasts, but that wasn't why her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she unzipped her skirt. The shame went straight to her vulva, igniting a bonfire inside her. Her skirt fell down her legs. She stood in her work's parking garage wearing only her drenched panties, and felt like a complete tramp.

  She took a deep breath. I can stop this. One word.

  She slid her frilly panties down her legs, the gusset drenched with her lust.

  The elevator dinged; footsteps echoed through the parking garage. She flushed, leaning into her trunk. Part of her wanted to be seen – the part controlled by her aching pussy, begging her to be free, and let a complete stranger, or even a coworker, see her naked glory – but the rationale part of Evie, her brain, feared the consequences to her career. The mix of danger and excitement was intoxicating; she couldn't resist sliding a finger between her juicy labia.

  The footsteps grew louder, and she was all too aware of her husband's deep moans coming from her phone. She never realized how loud the speaker on her smart phone was until this exact moment. The stranger was going to hear and investigate; her pussy dripped in anticipation.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Other Naughty Wives Stories

  Naughty Wives 1: Roleplay Gone Wrong

  Naughty Wives 3: Cuckolding the Cheat

  Naughty Wives 4: Swinging at the Keys

  Naughty Wives 5: Bored Wife's Fun

  Naughty Wives 5: Naughty Wife's Plan

  Fingered Next to My Husband

  Under His Boss's Desk

  Hot Tub Romp

  A Submissive Bride

  Chapter One: Friday Again

  Frank admired his wife's red ass as she squirmed across his lap. She still wore most of her hooker get-up. Her red-and-green tartan skirt was bunched around her waist, and her black thong was bunched around her ankles. Lying discarded on their bedroom floor was her black bustier, and her tits hung pillowy soft against the outside of his right thigh. He stroked her well-spanked butt-cheeks, trailing his finger down to the heat between her legs.

  “Oh, Frank!” she gasped as he stroked her, then dug his finger deep into her pussy.

  He pulled out; his finger dirty with a mix of her spicy cream and the Black cop's cum. Just a few hours ago, he had watched another man fuck his wife. Shame and lust churned inside of him at the memory of the cop's dark hands roaming his wife's pale body; his cock hardened. Their relationship had changed this evening, and Frank hoped it was for the better. He wiped the cop's filth off on her asscheek, then gave her one last spanking.

  “I hope you learned your lesson, young lady!” he declared.

  Evie squirmed around and straddled his waist, kissing him on the lips. “Do you forgive me for being so naughty?” she asked, making herself sounding younger than thirty-five years. Much younger.

  “I do.” He stroked her round face, brushing a strand of black hair out of her eyes. “I love you, Evie.”

  She smiled, and kissed him; he could feel just how much she loved him as her lips melted into his. When she broke the kiss, her blue eyes twinkled with desire. “So what naughty idea did you have
for next Friday? I've been dying to hear it.”

  He grinned. “I want to watch you eat out another woman's pussy.”

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  “What has gotten into you?” Cherry asked as she sat across from Evie at the cafe table. “You're twitchin' like you sat on a nest of fire ants.”

  Evie couldn't help grinning. Everything had changed between her and her husband a week ago when their roleplay had gone wonderfully wrong, and she couldn't wait for tonight's fun. The week had dragged on, but it was finally Friday again.

  “Well...” Evie stirred her garden salad with a fork, then stabbed a cherry tomato, “I was a little naughty!”

  Cherise, though everyone called her Cherry, leaned across the Formica table. “How?” A smile broached her pouty lips. “What are you hidin' from me, sugar?”

  Evie always envied her best friend's looks. She was blonde, buxom, and had full, lush lips. Her voice was low and melodious, with just a hint of a Southern drawl that only added to her sultry timbre. Every man noticed Cherry when she entered a room, including Evie's own husband.

  Color flushed Evie's cheeks as she remembered last Friday evening. “Frank and I... Well, we did some roleplaying last Friday.”

  “You two are always playin' games,” Cherry pointed out. “What was so special about last Friday?”

  “I dressed up like a hooker and...” Evie gave a quick scan of the cafe, looking for anyone she knew. The Rain City Cafe was popular with her coworkers; her work lay in the building just across Seneca St. “And I stood out on International Boulevard like a streetwalker. Frank pulled up and paid for me, and took us behind an alley.” She shifted in her chair, her panties dampening as she remembered the feel of Frank's cock in her mouth as she blew him in the dirty alley. She had felt so wonderfully cheap.

  “You randy gal!” Cherry giggled. “You're so lucky you weren't caught.”

  Evie hesitated. Do I dare tell her what had happened? She swallowed, and took a bite of her salad. What the hell! I've never kept secrets from Cherry before! “We were caught. By this Black cop.” She couldn't help smiling fondly. “Officer Connoly.”

  “Really? Did you guys get arrested or somethin'?”

  Evie shifted again, her face burning with passion as she remembered the cop's strong hands caressing her body, his thick fingers probing her pussy under the pretense of a 'cavity search', and how exciting it had been to be watched by Frank while she acted like such a shameless hussy.

  “Almost.” Evie looked around one more time, just to be sure. “I let the cop fuck me to stay out of jail.”

  That was Evie's deepest fantasy; to be forced by a cop to give him a sexual favor to avoid going to jail. Evie had always wanted to be dominated, desiring nothing more than to feel helpless before a strong man's power. And no man was more powerful than a cop with a gun.

  Cherry clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh, my god! Does Frank know?”

  “He watched!” Evie grinned back. “He got off on it.” She squirmed in her chair, the wood creaking as she pressed her thighs together. “It was so exciting, Cherry! I was handcuffed, at the cop's mercy, so helpless! I came so hard!”

  She could almost feel Officer Connoly's cock penetrating her as Frank watched, and that wonderful tumble of lust and guilt that made her cum so hard. She had gambled her marriage in that instantCHK, praying she knew her husband well enough. And she had won big time.

  “You dirty gal! This is what I get for goin' on vacation!” Cherry was blushing, but still grinning. “And what did Frank do?”

  “He spanked me!”

  That had been the best part. Frank had taken control of her like she had always wanted him to, treating her like a naughty whore, and spanked her butt hard. Then he had fucked her up the rear. She had been sore for a few days, but it had been so worth it.

  “Even though he was fucking my butt, I never came so hard before, Cherry. And when we got home, he spanked me a second time!”

  “Wow, that is wild! What are you doing tonight?”

  Evie sighed, Cherry reminding her of the request Frank made last Friday, and her abject failure in fulfilling it. “I promised Frank a threesome with another woman tonight, but none of my single friends were interested.”

  “You're willing to be with a woman?” Cherry asked; hazel eyes wide with shock.

  “Well... I'm willing to for Frank. It's only fair, right?”

  “I guess,” Cherry whispered. “Have you ever...”

  “No. But to tell the truth, I'm kinda looking forward to it.”

  “Wow.” The blonde's eyes were wide, her pink tongue pursed between her red lips. “That's wild, Evie.”

  “Well, since I can't find a woman for our Friday night fun, I had to find a different way to be naughty tonight!”

  “How?” Cherry asked, leaning in to whisper.

  Evie whispered back, feeling like she was part of some sinister conspiracy as she explained her plans for Frank tonight.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  “Pick up candles, soft rope, condoms, and a crop,” Evie's text read. “We're going to have fun tonight!”

  What the hell is a crop? Frank wondered, texting his question back.

  “A type of whip. You can find one at the Lacey Corset. And long candles, not the stubby ones.”

  “Holy shit!” he whispered.

  A fussy-looking woman in her fifties – her graying hair pulled up into a tight bun, and held in place by two long, black hairpins; her bloodless lips twisted in a permanent frown – gave him a disapproving look as they rode the elevator down.

  “Sorry. My wife just texted me a shopping list.”

  She just shook her head at him.

  He glanced at his shopping list again, and was confused by some of them. He figured the candles were for the mood, but the condoms? Evie was barren, so why did they need protection? Unless... A smile broadened his lips. What if Evie actually found another woman to join them tonight?

  He really wanted to see his wife eat out another woman. For years he had fantasized about it, but he had been too afraid to ever bring it up. But after watching another man fuck his wife, Frank didn't have to be afraid about sharing his deepest fantasies with Evie. He knew she'd understand. I'm a lucky guy to have caught such a great woman!

  Though the rope and the crop made him a little nervous.

  And a little excited. Was he going to tie up his wife, or was she going to tie him up? They had talked about bondage before as they lay in bed. The thought of tying his wife up made his cock harden in his pants, and he tried to readjust himself without drawing another glance from the fussy woman. He failed; she edged away from him, giving him another frosty stare.

  “Thank god,” he muttered when the elevator reached the parking garage, and he practically jogged to his car. He told himself it was for the exercise, not because the older woman made him nervous.

  Frank had hit the gym twice this week, trying to shed those extra pounds he was carrying. After watching Officer Connoly fuck his wife, he was all too aware of the shortcomings of his physique when compared to the muscular cop.

  He still felt...weird about last Friday. Anger, jealousy, and lust had brewed a storm inside him that ended with Frank spanking his wife, and fucking her hard up the ass. He had never thought he could even come close to hurting her, yet he had. Luckily, she seemed to get off on it, and he had spanked her a few more times this week, though never quite as hard.

  Maybe that's what the crop's for? The idea of whipping Evie's plump, heart-shaped ass just made his cock even harder. He had learned last Friday that there was something beautiful about her pale rear reddening beneath his hand.

  He started his Lexus, eager for tonight. He picked up the candles – mauve, long and tapered, and scented with lilac – then headed to their favorite sex shop. Since they started roleplaying a few years ago, the Lacy Corset had provided them with the naughty costumes and props for their games. It wasn't a seedy place that you felt dirty just entering, but a c
lassy joint, well lit like a normal store, and staffed by a fairly attractive blonde with a bubbly personality. Most of the store was devoted to sexy costumes, and if it wasn't for the walls covered in sex toys, and the racks of porno DVD's in the back, the store could be mistaken for a Halloween shop.

  He grabbed a pack of condoms, and found a length of beige, bondage rope. It was expensive, and Frank figured he could buy the same rope at a hardware store for half the cost, but he was too horny to waste the time to find out. Then he browsed the shop's assorted whips, crops, and paddles. He found a black crop that made a satisfying swish when he swung it, then, on impulse, he grabbed one of the wooden paddles—a surprise for Evie.

  He sped home. A note was taped on their front door. “Frank. Go to our bedroom, strip naked, and wait for your Mistress.”

  Chapter Two: Evie's Surprise

  Evie was in their master bathroom.

  Frank could hear her faint humming as she readied herself when he entered their bedroom. Their bed dominated the room; made of dark wood with four, stout posts and a headboard carved with abstract designs. A cream colored comforter almost seemed to glow in the dark room, and the gold, flower-like designs stitched on it glinted from the hallway light.

  He spread out his purchases on his dresser. All but the paddle; he slipped that between the dresser and the wall. He peeled out of his clothes, his cock half-hard in anticipation, and threw them in the hamper.

  He caught his reflection in the mirror above Evie's dresser. He was still in relatively good shape at thirty-six, though he was putting on some pounds around the waist. Enough fat that his wife joked that his love handles gave her something to hold onto during sex. He ran a hand through his short, brown hair, and sighed. He was going bald, his hair retreating from his forehead like a routed army.

  Maybe I should shave it off? Or maybe I should see one of those hair restoration clinics?

  The bathroom door crashed open. “On your knees, slave!”

  Frank jumped.

  His wife's face was beautiful and sensuous and fierce, framed by her black hair. She was dressed in a black leather corset studded with shiny metal. It pushed up her breasts, forming an impressive cleavage, and left her flat midriff bare. His eyes followed the curves of her hips down to her naked groin, and the neatly trimmed forest of black pubes, glistening with her passion. His eyes traveled father down; her beautiful legs were clad in black, stiletto-heeled boots that went all the way up to her mid-thigh.