Bored Wife's Fun Page 2

  “So if you were to hook up with a guy—”

  “I'm not,” Evie smiled.

  “If you did though, that would be cheating for you guys?”

  “Definitely. Frank...I think he fears that I've cheated on him in the past. The way I acted that night, well, I could hardly blame him. But I can see it in his eyes sometime. I almost broke our trust with Officer Connoly.”

  “I have to meet this cop.” Grace's hand shot out and grabbed Evie's phone.

  “Hey, what?”

  “I'm looking for a hot guy tonight and he sounds perfect.” Grace texted away at her phone.

  “What are you sending him?”

  She just grinned. The phone chirped, and she texted a response.

  “He's going to think that's me.”

  Grace laughed. “You sure left an impression. He claims he'll be here in five minutes. He'll break the speed limit.”

  “Officer Connoly has joined us for a few threesomes,” Evie admitted. “Sometimes I like to tie Frank up and dominate him and have Officer Connoly fuck me. Frank get's so worked up.” She pressed her thighs together remembering the last time. “It's fun, and then Frank is so aggressive afterward. He makes me cum so hard.”

  Chapter Two: Evie's Temptation

  “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.

  “Better be thorough. I'm a crafty bitch,” purred Grace.

  “Yes,” Evie hissed, heat churning through her, ignited by the friction of her plunging fingers. “Search her cunt.”

  Grace's groans were low and throaty as officer Connoly's thick fingers probed her depths, digging deep inside. The redhead leaned against the brick wall, tossing her fiery hair as her body reacted to the cop's search, her heavy breasts heaving. Her moans grew louder. Evie zoomed her phone in; Officer Connoly was vigorously rubbing her clit with his fat thumb, pressing into her wet lips.

  “Fuck!” moaned Grace. “Finger me harder, stud! Search me! Shit! Shit!”

  Grace's arm extended, reaching out towards Evie, beckoning her. Evie wanted to cross the alley and take her hand, joining in on the fun. To feel those strong hands on her body, touching and caressing her, making her cum. She fingered herself harder, matching Officer Connoly's inte
nsity.

  “Are you enjoying my search, slut?” growled the cop.

  “Yes! You fucking stud! Your finger's are so thick! Is your stick as thick? Can you work it as well?”

  “Just you wait, slut. You'll get to feel every inch of my stick probing your dirty hole!”

  “Yes!” she groaned, shuddering against the wall. “Oh, yes!”

  Evie dug faster, wanting to feel that same passion Grace was experiencing.

  Officer Connoly pulled his dark fingers out. Evie could see the passion staining his digits. He rubbed them together, then shoved them into Grace's face. “You dirtied my fingers, whore. Lick 'em clean.”

  “Yes, officer,” groaned Grace. “I always obey the police.”

  Her pink tongue licked his dark fingers, swirling around the thick digits before she sucked them into her mouth. Her fucked her lips like he fingered her cunt, hard and fast jabbing two fingers in and out of her lips while she moaned and purred like a complete whore.

  His hands fumbled at his own jeans and Evie gasped as his tight, Black ass appeared as he shoved jeans and boxers down. And his cock appeared, slapping against Grace's white belly. Evie slipped a fourth finger inside her, working faster, remembering that wonderful shaft reaming her pussy. She wanted to go over there. Frank would never know. And it's not like she hadn't fucked Officer Connoly while her husband watched. How was this any different, really?

  Because those are the rules. We share our pleasures. We plan it together. I had been very selfish that first time. Frank didn't know I was adding a third person. But he had been there to enjoy it.

  “I need to use a longer probe to search you,” Officer Connoly barked, ripping his fingers out of her mouth.

  “Whatever you think is best, officer.”

  He spun her about, slapping her White ass. Grace's moans echoed through the alley as the Black man drove his cock into her White pussy. He pounded her hard, without any mercy. Her arms were braced against the brick wall, her large tits bouncing every time he buried into her. One hand reached around to maul her tits, squeezing the pale flesh between dark fingers. The other grabbed her fiery hair, pulling her head back.

  “Such a dirty slut!” he grunted. “I need to be thorough!”

  “Yes, yes! I'm a naughty bitch! You can't trust me!”

  Evie's orgasm neared. Her legs trembled as the fires roared inside her. “Fuck that trollop. Make the little whore cum. Oh, Frank! I can't wait to show you this!”

  She watched the cop's ass flex as he drove into Grace with all the power his strong body. Grace was helpless against his lust, though the naughty wife loved it. Her hips pushed back into Officer Connoly's thrusts, her pale asscheeks rippling under the force.

  Officer Connoly looked at Evie, his eyes capturing hers. He grinned, lifting his eyebrows. You don't know what your missing, his commanding eyes whispered to her.

  Evie came. Hot rapture shot through her. She stumbled, waves and waves of pleasure flooding through her. She felt it in every inch of her flesh—burning passion. She cried out through clenched teeth. Convulsions rocked her body, her stomach spasming, and she doubled over, almost falling to her knees in the dirty alley.

  She pulled her fingers out, gasping. Her entire hand was drenched and she could smell her spicy musk over the riper smells of the alley. She tasted herself, savoring her juices as she straightened up and looked at the cheating wife and her Black stud.

  Officer Connoly's thrusts were powerful, drawing almost all the way out of Grace then slamming back into her, keeping himself buried in her flesh and savoring the warmth of her. Grace gasped every time, her hips shifting. The cop nuzzled her neck, sucking at her pale flesh. He drew back, she moaned, begging, and then he slammed into her; her large tits quaked.

  “You fucking stud! Make me cum! Fuck, Evie! No wonder you kept his number! Gonna cum! Fuck!”

  “That's it, whore! Cum on my big, Black dick! All you White ladies love it.” He shot Evie another look, his eyes hungry for her, and her pussy reignited. “Let me feel you cum! Give it to me, whore!”

  Evie wanted to give it to him and she fought her desires.

  “Yes, yes!” Grace moaned, her body shuddering.

  His thrusts grew faster, flesh slapping as Grace cried out her passion, her voice echoing through alley. Such power. Evie wished she was receiving that fucking. She was going to attack Frank when she got home. Inflame his lusts until he just threw her against the wall and plowed into her from behind. Not making love, they could do that later—she needed to be fucked hard.

  Her phone chirped. A text message from her husband. “Called into work. Emergency. Be home very late. Love you.”

  “Oh, no,” she whispered, pressing her thighs together.

  “Take my Black seed, whore!” grunted the cop. “Take it all. Fucking whore!”

  “Flood me! Pour all your filthy cum in me!” gasped Grace. “Shit! Shit!” She let out another, screeching moan, cumming again on the cop's dick.

  He buried into her, grunting into her ear. Then he pulled out, wiping his wonderful, Black dick on her ass, more white cum leaking out of her pussy down her thighs. Evie couldn't peel her eyes off that dick.

  Why did you have to get called into work tonight, Evie thought, her pussy urging her to be very naughty tonight.

  Officer Connoly smiled at her, stroking his half-hard dick.

  Chapter Three: Text Messages

  The bed was empty when Frank woke up. The emergency at work had dragged and dragged on far into the night and it had been almost three in the morning when, exhausted, he had arrived back at home to find Evie already asleep, back from her girl's night out. He was too tired to even wonder what she and Grace had done for fun.

  He had simply fallen into bed and passed out.

  And now it was Sunday morning and he wondered where his wife was. Like on Saturdays, they would sleep in and then they would make love, savoring each other. His eyes felt like sand as he sat up and found the clock. It was already past noon.

  “Nail appointment,” he realized, rolling over. He must have just missed her.

  He closed his eyes when a loud chirp woke him up. A text message. He instantly reached out and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, certain he had put in on silent last night. He swiped the phone and frowned. Nothing.

  “The fuck,” he muttered, sitting up and wondering if he was just imagining things. Then he saw his wife's phone on her nightstand. She must have been in a hurry when she left if she forgot her phone. She did that when she was rushed.

  The phone chirped again.

  He sighed. Sleep was gone. Frank figured he may as well get up. He trudged downstairs in a blue robe, hoping to find a pot of coffee on. Nothing. He sighed. She really must have been in a hurry if she didn't make a pot of coffee before she went. How late had she been out last night? He had thought she was only going out for a few hours.

  He frowned, wondering what she had done for girl's night.

  The doorbell rang.

  Yawning, Frank padded to the door.

  ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

  Grace pressed the doorbell, chimes ringing inside the house. She had trouble controlling her face, a smile creeping across her lips. She needed to show concern, not joy, but her game was going perfectly. Last night could not have gone better. Her pussy still ached from the strength of Officer Connoly vigorous fucking.

  But now it was time to move onto the next step of her plan. Frank and Evie were far too happy a couple. No couple could possibly be as committed as they pretended to be. There were chinks in their relationship, gaps in their armor, and she was enjoying worming them out. The cop was a major one and Frank's insecurities about the stud were painfully obvious.

  She heard footsteps. Frank was coming. Evie had left for her nail appointment and this was the perfect opportunity to widen the gaps in their relationship. Officer Connoly was a chip on the windshield and she wanted to make sure it transformed into a crack running across their marriage, ruining it.


  She hadn't had this much fun in months. Years even. Such a wonderful way to relieve the boredom of her empty marriage.

  Grace put on her concern look, and lifted up the Crock-Pot full of chicken noodle soup she had the cook make last night. The door opened and a disheveled Frank appeared, wrapped in a dark-blue robe, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming through his front door.

  “Hi,” she brightly said. “I brought some soup for Evie.”

  “What?” he blinked, yawning.

  “Since she was sick. I figured she could do with some home-cooked, chicken noodle soup.”

  “What do you mean, she's sick?”

  She put on a perplexed expression. “Last night.”

  “Did something happen to her while she was out with you?” he asked, concern painting his face. “I was called into work. I didn't get home 'til real late.”

  Grace put on a frown. “Well, no. She called and canceled our girl's night. Said she had come down with the flu. She was real sick and couldn't go out last night.”

  She could see Frank's mind struggling to work; he was clearly not awake. “No, she went out.”

  “Are you sure, Frank? Maybe she decided to cancel after you left for work.”

  He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing. “No. She left before I was called in. She was all dressed up, excited for your girl's night.”

  “Well, she didn't have her girl's night with me. So she's not sick?”

  He shook his head. “She's not even home. She went to her nail appointment.”

  “So I made her my soup for nothing?” She put all the fake exasperation into her groan she could.

  “Yeah.” He shifted, swallowing. “So, where was she?”

  Grace bit her lip. “Oh, no. Was I her cover?”

  “Cover?” She could see his eyes widening, fear creeping into his brown depths.

  “I'm really sorry, Frank. I'm sure what she was doing was perfectly innocent.”

  “Yeah.” His voice was distant.

  “Um, do you mind if I come inside. This is heavy.”

  He nodded, stumbling to the kitchen. She followed, suppressing her smile at the doubt cracking across his marriage. She set her pot of soup on the kitchen next to a pot of percolating coffee. It was a rather homey place, Evie had spent a lot of love making this room feel so comfortable. Grace could almost sense her joy in her marriage. That wouldn't last.