Bored Wife's Fun
Bored Wife's Fun
Naughty Wives 5
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2014 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
Bored Wife's Fun
Naughty Excerpt from “Bored Wife's Fun”
Other Naughty Wives Stories
Chapter One: Girl's Night Out
Chapter Two: Evie's Temptation
Chapter Three: Text Messages
Chapter Four: Grace's Betrayal
Chapter Five: The Shattered Windshield
Other Works by Reed James
About the Author
Naughty Excerpt from “Bored Wife's Fun”
“Evie,” grinned Officer Connoly, striding up in a tight t-shirt that molded to his muscular form. She felt a flush of heat through her nethers and shifted in her chair. “And without your husband. Finally decided to ditch that loser?”
“No,” she answered, smiling at him. “This is my friend, Grace.”
His eyes flicked to her, admiring her breasts, than they were back on Evie. She straightened a bit, pleased that she could hold his interests against Grace's impressive chest. “I hope your texts weren't a tease, because I've been thinking about you all month. Can't get that sweet pussy out of my head.”
“Really,” Evie giggled. “But it wasn't me you were texting. Grace stole my phone. She's just dying to meet you.”
The redhead sidled up, pressing her body against him. “He is even more perfect,” purred Grace, her hand stroking Officer Connoly's strong arm. “I hope you're not disappointed.”
“So you lured me here under false pretenses,” he growled, seizing Grace's hand, his dark fingers easily wrapping about her slim wrist.
“Afraid so, Officer,” she cooed. “I'm a bad wife and want to do bad things to you.”
“I see. I should place you under arrest.”
“Definitely. And you should frisk me. You never know what sort of things I'm hiding.”
His eyes flicked down. “It doesn't look like your hiding anything.”
Grace laughed, deep and throaty. “Then you better perform a thorough search.”
“Right here?” he arched his eyebrow. “Perhaps something more private.”
“The alley out back? Through those doors.”
Evie pressed her thighs together as she watched Grace's ass sway as Officer Connoly practically dragged her across the bar. She grabbed her phone, holding it in her sweaty hand. She couldn't believe this was happening. Orange twilight flooded the bar as they burst through the back door.
“I have to see this,” she whispered. It wasn't cheating if she just watched. It was like live porn. She crossed the bar, reaching the door and slowly opened it, stepping out into the alley. The setting sun shown down the alley, her shadow stretching down the alley towards Grace and the cop locked in a passionate kiss, Grace pressed right against the wall.
She hit record on her phone, flipping it around to record her face. “Oh, my god, Frank. You are going to love this! Grace lured out Officer Connoly and she is fucking him behind the bar.”
She held the phone in one hand, filming them. Grace's pale, freckled flesh almost glowed against Officer Connoly's ebony skin. Her ivory hand stroked his muscular arm as their tongues fenced. The cop's strong hands—Evie knew just how strong they were—stroked up Grace's side to her large breasts, squeezing them through her lilac tube top, practically mauling them.
Evie pressed her thighs together, her breath quickening as hot blood roared through her veins. She wanted those strong, dark hands squeezing her breasts, that hard cock grinding into her pussy. Their kiss broke, his lips sucking at her neck, Grace's moans ringing through the alley.
“Be thorough!” she moaned. “Explore every part of my body.”
“Oh, I will, slut.” His hand squeezed her breast, rubbing her hard nipple through the fabric. Then he pulled down her tube top, sliding the tight fabric off her tits, exposing those large, heavy, perfect breasts. “Anything in here?” He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thick fingers.
“Not there, Officer,” she purred.
“I better be thorough anyways.”
“Yes!” she moaned, humping her hips into the cop's crotch. “Keep searching!”
Evie's own pussy felt like a molten puddle, soaking her lacy panties, itching for some loving. Her free, left hand, palm sweaty, rested on her hip, slowly sliding down her skirt. Evie bit her lip, fighting the burning desire to finger herself in public. Her pussy begged to be touched, and it would be so naughty. Her hand crept lower.
“Oh, I love this search technique!” Grace moaned as the black cop engulfed her fat, pink nipple into his dark, thick lips, sucking so hard Evie could hear the wet noise. Her won nipples hardened, aching to be loved as thoroughly.
Evie's sliding hand touched the top of her stockings, then she pressed underneath her skirt, tracing her garter up to her silky panties. Anyone could walk down this alley, or even just see them from the opening. Her pussy grew wetter; she hoped someone would see her. Her fingers pressed her panties into her groove as she stroked herself.
“No contraband in here,” Officer Connoly growled, lifting his face up from her heavy breasts. His hands slid down to her jeans, squeezing her ass. “I bet you've hidden it in your pants.”
“Maybe,” she laughed, her cheeks flushed. She shot a look at Evie, smiling for the camera. “You'll just have to take a peak.”
His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her hard against him, her hips humping. Pleasure burned through Evie as she stroked herself, digging her damp gusset deep into her hot flesh. Officer Connoly unsnapped Grace's pants, his strong hands ripping the tight jeans down her pale thighs. He stroked her, black hands on white flesh. Her jeans bunched around her thighs, leaving her wearing only a lilac thong.
“This is in the way,” he growled, hooking his fingers through the waistband, pulling them out from her flesh. “I can't have anything impeding my search.” He jerked, tearing them off her flesh; a throaty gasp escaped her lips.
Evie burned to feel his strong hands ripping her panties off, pressing her against the wall, and driving his thick cock into her, pounding her white, married pussy hard and fast. Grace is so lucky. Evie wanted to be fucked that hard. She shoved her panties gusset out of the way, thrusting her fingers deep inside. She pumped her two fingers through her pussy's depths, stretching her hole as she churned her liquid warmth. It wasn't enough.
She shoved a third finger in.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Naughty Wives Stories
Naughty Wives 1: Roleplay Gone Wrong
Naughty Wives 2: Naughty Wife's Surprise
Naughty Wives 3: Cuckolding th
e Cheat
Naughty Wives 4: Swinging at the Keys
Naughty Wives 6: Naughty Wife's Plan
Under His Boss's Desk
Hot Tub Romp
Fingered Next to My Husband
A Submissive Bride
Chapter One: Girl's Night Out
It was Frank's third trip to the Key Club with his wife, Evie, enjoying the swinging fun, and guided by the lovely Grace through all the delights the club had to offer. They were relaxing in one of the club's hot tubs, Grace curled up in his arm, the redhead's naked breasts just above the bubbling water. Evie sat across from him, cuddled up to Marquis, a large, African American, her breast pale against his dark fingers pawing her flesh.
Frank had learned just how much his wife enjoyed Black men these last few weeks at the club, always finding a new. She was always finding a new ebony stud to fuck. “I can't believe this is your third time here,” rumbled Marquis. “You seem so at ease.”
Evie giggled like a far younger woman than her thirty-five years, her fingers playing with Marquis's hard muscles. Nervous jealousy roiled in Frank. He always hated seeing her with another man and yet his lust always burned so hot when she cuckold him. He would take her when they were back home, fucking her hard to prove to himself she still craved his cock.
He trusted her, but it was hard to remember that sometimes when she was so coy with another man. He loved her so much, and he knew that she loved him. It was a game; she loved to tease him as much as she enjoyed other male companionship.
“We need to go out sometime,” Grace laughed to Evie. “Have a fun girls night. Get a few drinks.”
Evie smiled at the redhead, pushing a strand of her black hair off her cheek. “I guess. Where at?”
“I know this cute bar. It'll be fun.”
“And just drinks, right?” Frank asked.
Evie nodded. “Yeah, we only swing with each other. We're not going to pick up guys, right?”
“Of course not,” Grace laughed, her large breasts pressing into Frank's side. “Just some harmless fun. What do you say?”
Frank's wife grinned.
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Evie gave herself a last look in the mirror. Her black hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, framing her face covered in a light amount of make-up. Nothing fancy, she wasn't out to break hearts, just to have some fun with Grace. At most, a little, harmless flirting like any fun girl's night. Her dress was casual, a purple blouse, with a scooped-out back that showed off her black bra straps and a mid-thigh length skirt, a cute, black belt cinched her waist.
“Cruising for guys?” Frank asked, leaning against the bathroom's doorway.
She glanced at her husband wearing a pair of gym shorts and tank top, his body still sweaty from the gym. Over the summer he had been hitting the gym hard. Ever since that night their prostitution roleplay had gone wrong and she had almost destroyed their marriage when she let Officer Connoly fuck her instead of arresting her, Frank had felt insecure about his expanding waistline. And it was paying off as he again rocked that hard body she had loved when they were in college.
“Why do I need to cruise for guys when I have a stud at home,” she smiled, eyeing his chest as he pulled off his shirt. He was all sweaty with that wonderful, manly musk. She wanted to blow off Grace and just have some fun with her husband in the shower.
“Well, I'll be waiting for you when you get home.” He pulled his gym shorts off, his cock half-hard.
She reached out, giving him a quick stroke. “I bet. Just keep thinking about me, stay hard and ready, and I'll rock your world.”
He smacked her ass and she gasped. “You better not be naughty tonight, or I'll have to punish you.”
“Maybe I should be naughty.” She leaned in, kissing his cheek, then purred, “You know how much I loved to be disciplined.”
Frank laughed and smacked her ass again; she loved it. That stinging pain went straight between her thighs. She really wanted to blow Grace off, but the woman had been so nice to them at the club, and she didn't want to hurt her feelings by canceling their girl's night. Besides, she'd get to anticipate all the naughty fun when she got home. Besides, it was only going to be a few hours. She squeezed her thighs and gave her husband's buns a fleeting glance before she walked to the door.
“I love you,” she called.
“Love you, babe,” he shouted over the hiss of the shower. “Have fun.”
She closed the bathroom door and walked down the stairs on her stocking clad feet. She had learned to enjoy the feel of thigh-high stockings and a garter, and she couldn't deny how much Frank loved them. Whenever he was her Master for the evening, he always had her wear thigh-highs and garters, and rarely anything else.
She pulled on a pair of 3” pumps, grabbed her purse, checked to make sure she had her keys, wallet, and phone, and headed out the door to her red Audi, using the remote control to unlock it. She started it up, backed out, and headed into Seattle to meet Grace for drinks.
Evie had never been to the Gray Roof Bar & Grill before and followed her phone's GPS. Twenty minutes later she was feeding the meter in the U District, locking her car with her remote, and walking across the sunny street. It was a lovely, August day, the sun beginning to set, the days growing shorter. Only a few more weeks of summer to enjoy before the dreary, Washington winter set in.
The bar was a lot rougher than Evie expected. Grace was the wife of a billionaire software executive and she had pictured a classy bar, well-lit, with soft piano music playing, and well-dressed professionals sipping cocktails and discussing high-stakes business. The Gray Roof was a loud sports bar, rock music thumping, and she felt overdressed in stockings, heels and a skirt.
“Evie!” waved Grace, her flaming-red hair falling about her freckled shoulders exposed by a skin-tight tube top molding to her large breasts, and a pair of tight, skinny jeans. More than a few guys had their eyes on Mrs. Davenport-Myers and Evie could see the woman drinking in their attention.
“Hi,” she said, feeling nervous as she walked over. “Is it just us?”
“Yeah, Renee and Tonya canceled.” She shrugged. “But we can have some fun. Beer?”
Evie blinked; Grace never seemed the beer type, more the chardonnay or cocktail type. “All right.”
“Find a table and I'll be back.”
She pushed into the crowd and was pleased by the share of eyes she drew. Evie prided herself on taking care of her figure, eating right and performing cardio, and she loved the attention she was getting, the men's hungry eyes sparking lust between her thighs. She wiggled on her stool, smiling at the men. Frank is definitely getting some tonight.
Grace arrived with a pitcher and two glasses, joining Evie at the small, high table, a pair of stools pulled up to it, and poured the amber drinks. “A nice summer ale,” the redhead smiled, taking a deep drink. “They have the best microbrews here.”
Evie sipped. It had a strong head and smooth flavor with a nice, lemony after aftertaste. She took a deeper drink. “You come here often?”
“Whenever I'm in the mood for some rough men,” she smiled. “A nice, strong guy to just manhandle me and fuck me hard.”
“And doesn't your husband ever wonder where you're at?”
“He's too busy making all that money. He doesn't care what I do so long as I'm pretty and able to attend whatever fund-raiser or company party he needs to show me off at. If he knew half the stuff I was up to...” She gave a wicked giggled.
“What does he think you're up to?”
“Oh, running this charity. He gives me money every month and I pretend to devote my time to it.”
“So, what do you do with the money?”
“Wow, Evie, those are some lovely nails,” Grace cooed, grabbing Evie's hand, lifting them up. “Just lovely acrylics.”
“Oh, thanks!” Evie couldn't help smiling even as she wondered why Grace had changed the subject. But she did love talking about her nails. “There's this great place in Federal Way.
I got to go tomorrow and get a touch up.”
“Oh, why. They looked perfect.”
Evie held up her other hand. “See. I chipped one at the club last night. Marquis asked me to shove that finger where the sun doesn't shine.”
Grace threw her head back and laughed, “Wicked slut!”
“I am!”
“You need to tell me some stories. Like that—”
Her phone chirped inside her purse, and Evie fished it out. “My husband,” she said, reading his text.
“Hope u have fun! XO” She grinned, and sent him a quick, winking smiley face.
“Checking up on you?” Grace asked, raising her eyebrow. “I thought you two trusted each other.”
“Reminding me that he exists,” Evie answered, setting her phone on the table. “I think he's afraid I'll like some guy's cock more than his and leave him. Which is ridiculous. Trust me, his gets it done.”
“And that mouth,” laughed Grace. “That man knows how to eat pussy. How could you ever give him up?”
“Exactly.”
“You love him a lot, huh?”
“More and more everyday. He...understands me. We shared this moment and discovered what we really wanted. You know, opening up our souls to each other. It was so intimate.”
“Ohh, that sounds hot.” Grace's green eyes narrowed. “Did it involve that cop?”
“Yes, it did!”
“I've seen that smile. You like the cop.”
“He's special,” Evie admitted. “He was the first man I'd been with, besides Frank, since college. I...I let him fuck me in front of Frank. I knew Frank would get off on it, so I played up the whole cuckold angle.” Evie shivered, remembering Frank's passion afterwards, how he had taken her in the alley, fucking her ass while spanking her. “I was such a bad wife, but he loved me anyways. We learned we could share anything that evening.”
“Sharing being the right word? So no hanky-panky apart.”
“Well, we have used webcams and phone sex with my friend Cherry and her husband. But we were both involved and knew what was going on. Anything else would be cheating.”