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  THE SLUT WIFE COLLECTION

  Twenty Hardcore Erotica Stories

  All rights reserved copyright 2013 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  WAITING FOR THE CABLE GUY

  THE HONEYMOON SEX CLUB ADVENTURE

  ME, MY HUSBAND, AND THE REDHEAD WHORE

  HELPING MY NEIGHBOR DO HER HUSBAND

  HEY HON, SHOW US YOUR TITS

  THE GIFT

  TYING THE KNOT

  WIFE SHARE IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS

  MELODY THE SLUT WIFE

  ON THE HUSBAND’S POLE – ONE NIGHT AS A STRIPPER

  WHILE MY HUSBAND IS AT WORK

  WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

  BRIDESMAID BLUES

  THE SLUT WIFE’S MASTER

  THE BLUSHING BRIDE AND THE BEST MAN

  BELLA’S WIFE SWAP ADVENTURE

  FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

  BANG MY WIFE WHILE I WATCH

  SEX SURVIVOR: THE FINAL ORGY

  WITH OUR HUSBANDS, TOO

  WAITING FOR THE CABLE GUY

  an erotic short by Cindy Jameson

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  It was a great day for me. We were getting cable for the new home that my husband and I had just bought. I wanted it for the great dramas and the food channels, but my husband… Well, there was a big football game that my husband wanted to watch, so he needed cable service fast. I stayed home to get the cable hooked up, but I ended up getting a lot more than I expected!

  The doorbell rang with it’s irritating chime, and I rushed to the door. I opened it and a nice tall man was standing there holding a notepad and a pen. He was so cute that I had to catch my breath. He had tan skin, big brown eyes, and had a muscular build that made me weak in the knees. I was amazed that he was actually a cable guy.

  I let him in and he looked at me and smiled like I was the love of his life! I know that I’m a good eyeful, if you know what I mean. I have huge Double D tits and on my tiny petite body, they look even bigger. My body is athletic with a perfect ass to match. Tig tits, tiny little waist, and a nice heart-shaped ass. Oh yeah. I’m hot. Blond hair and blue eyes, too. Yes, I know I’m good to look at, but this guy didn’t hide his staring.

  “Hello my name is Andy and I will be helping you with your cable and internet today.” He said the clearly rehearsed words with a smile, and the monotonous way he said them was almost a joke. Then, he shrugged, and smiling he reached for the tv cords. I looked at him and his hands. He had no ring. It was silly, since I did, but I figured on a leading question to get a little more familiar.

  “So does your wife love her cable tv and internet?”

  He looked at me and smiled. “I am not married and I don’t have a girlfriend either.” I looked at him and smiled big then I went to the kitchen to get us some sodas. He proceeded with his work while I was in the kitchen, rummaging through the frig for the natural sodas I knew were there. When I came back he was sitting on the chair just staring. I took a seat on the couch after I handed him his soda.

  “Thank you so much.” He looked so sad so I asked him what was wrong.

  “Well I came to this house thinking that I was going to find a frumpy old married woman and instead I found you, a smoking hot babe. I was smiling so big because you are so beautiful and I really want something from you.”

  I stared at him for just long enough of a time to keep it from seeming easy and then asked him what he wanted.

  “Well I have not had sex for a while and I was wondering if I can get you a good deal on your cable, internet plus phone will you make me the happiest man on earth?”

  I smiled and put my soda on the table. I signaled to him that I would be back in a few and to just sit there. I made sure my ass wiggled as I walked out of the room, and I could almost feel his eyes on my rear as I left.

  I ran to the room to put on something sexier for him and then I grabbed a few things for the fun that we were going to have. I knew that he wanted me once he walked in the door, but I was just waiting for him to say it. I knew my husband would be gone all day and I was feeling very slutty today.

  I picked out my tightest, sluttiest, red lingerie, and I think I shocked the hell out of him. Hot was one thing. Hot and dressed like a little slut for him was something different altogether. I walked over to him and took his soda out of his hand and started touching him all over his body. He told me that he did not have to go back to work because I was his last stop. I giggled and said that meant he was all mine.

  When I got to his belt buckle his cock was already getting big and hard. It was pushing against his pants and it made freeing it difficult, but once I saw his cock I couldn’t mess around! It was too amazing, big and beautiful. Immediately, I started sucking and licking it all over. He moaned as I was doing him and I could tell that he loved it.

  I wanted it to be incredible for him, so I started to lightly stroke his raging cock over and over again until he couldn’t take it anymore. When I stopped he looked at me, tortured, and asked if he could touch my tits. I smiled and started started at my tight red corset. When I freed my breasts, my nipples were hard and my huge tits were right in front of his face. He loved the sight of them so much that he started reaching for them right away. I let him squeeze for a while until I finally told him that it was time for him to lay down on the couch so we could have some more fun together.

  He lay down and then looked kind of strange. He mentioned that he didn’t even know my name. I told him my name was “The girl who’s getting you off”, but since he looked a little confused, I smiled at him and told him my name was Bonnie.

  He smiled and I reached into my little bag of toys. I started by rubbing a nice whip on his chest first and then down to his balls. This got him so hot and bothered, because he really didn’t know what I was going to do next. I love using the whip because it gives me so much power at times and it’s so much fun.

  I did not hit him with it to start with because I did not want to scare him off or hurt him in anyway…yet. After a little while I decide to tap him a little bit with the whip on his stomach and then tap him a little on his balls to get him to grunt for me. I love it when a man moans and grunts! It just makes me wet and excited.

  After I’d tortured him a bit with the light strokes of the whip, I pulled out some massage oil and poured it on him. This oil was the kind that got hot when it touched the skin, so this made everything more exciting for me. His eyes grew wide, and his cock got bigger. I made my way down to his dick and balls. I put some oil in my hands and started to stroke his raging dick over and over again.

  I knew the oil would make his cock feel like it was on fire, but the strokes would make pleasure overcome the pain. It was amazing. He was really excited, because he started telling me through the wincing and the moans that he wanted more and more.

  He was so cute and so hot that I simply could not stand it. Since the oil was edible I put my tongue on his cock. I moved my tongue around and around until he was bigger and harder and straining. He was begging me for more, so I pulled away completely. He looked like he might cry, and I took pity on him.

  In one thrust downward, I then I put his whole dick in my mouth tasting the sweet cinnamon oil and the drops of pre-cum from him. I loved every second that I had his cock in my mouth. I sucked and bobbed, and just to let him know I was in control, I bit down a little bit, making him jump and moan.

  I started taking his
cock deeper and deeper inside of my mouth until I gagged. This was very exciting for him, because he was moaning my name every time I took it in deeper. “Aww Bonnie don’t stop please keep going.” he whispered, so I kept on going and going. I was always a little tease when it came to oral sex and blow jobs, so I decided to tease him a little bit before I let him just flat out cum.

  I pulled my mouth off and played with my tits. I could feel the oil warming them. “You like this don’t you? I know you do.” I whispered to him as he moaned.

  He groaned and tried to thrust his cock toward me, but I backed up. “Aw! Yes, I love this Bonnie I need more please give me your mouth! Please.”

  I giggled at him and then plunged down again. I just kept going in deep with my mouth on his warm sweet cock as he laid there whispering to me and calling me his dream come true.

  I could feel his balls tightening. He was going to cum soon. So, I pulled back. “Not so fast, Andy.” I reached into my toybag and pulled out a vibrating cock ring. I looked confused, but I ignored him and slipped it on. Then, I started playing with his balls and making sure to stroke his cock as well. I kept up the tempo and the combination for a few minutes until I thought he was going to cum.

  Of course, I pulled back again. He moaned so pitifully that I almost gave in. “You can not cum yet Andy.” I said smiling. He looked a little worried, but I could tell that he liked every minute of my stalling. “Let’s see how well you please me. If you do well, I’ll let you cum.”

  I climbed onto him in the 69 position. My perfect ass gleamed right into his face and he started to touch and lick my wet pussy over and over again. I went back to stroking him and playing with his ball sack over and over. I really wanted us to both cum together, so I stalled him until I was ready.

  Andy was licking and sucking my sweet big pussy more and more and then he decided to finger me a little bit as well. He told me that I was wet and tight just like he wanted. I moaned while he took advantage of my nice ass and sweet pussy, but I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I did not want to cum that early, so I tried to stall myself until I was ready for Andy to come too.

  We were taking turns licking and sucking each other back and forth. I was getting really aggravated and I wanted to cum in Andy’s mouth so bad, but I couldn’t. Andy was making me so hot and bothered that I could not help but start squealing and telling him that I was ready to cum. He smiled and started talking dirty to me every step of the way. “Awe yes cum for me Bonnie cum.” he whispered. I perked my ass up in the air and came.

  It was electric, waves of sensation rolling over me, and as I came, I put my mouth on Andy and felt him explode, sending his hot semen into my mouth. I sucked hard and gulped it down while I ground my pussy against his face.

  Finally, when he was completely empty, I sat up right on his face and swallowed up what was left. I could feel his mouth on my pussy and his nose poking at my ass. When he started to struggle, I finally stood up and walked helped him to his feet. I turned him around and slapped his ass hard. “You get my cable set up while I get dressed.”

  I went upstairs, took a nice long shower, and called my husband. I told him we would enjoy our cable because I had just forced the cable guy to make me cum and swallowed his cock. “So, your big game will be all ready to go.”

  “Thank you, baby. I wish you had recorded it.”

  I walked downstairs, phone in hand and saw that Andy was finishing up. “Well, he’s just about done, so I could give him an extra reward, or I could just show you everything I did when you get home.”

  I smiled as my husband answered, though of the way he loved to push into my ass while another man was in my pussy. When he hung up, I walked up to Andy, who was at the front door.

  “You’re not going anywhere, Andy. Take off your clothes.” I reached into my toybag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “My husband is on his way home.”

  THE HONEYMOON SEX CLUB ADVENTURE

  An After Wedding Sex Club

  Erotica Story

  by Erika Hardwick

  all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  The wall was smooth against the palms of Jenny’s hands as the elevator began to move. She couldn’t believe the force of her new husband’s urgency, but she wasn’t complaining either. It was strange to think that the man pressed up against her, lifting her skirt so roughly was the same man who’d smiled dreamily at her just a few hours before and said, “I do.” She could feel his fingers rubbing her wet panties and pushing into her pussy, and she moaned and raised her legs. Jenny’s husband, Mike, pulled the wet fabric of her panties to one side and ran his thumb over her slit, making her gasp.

  At the reception, Jenny had heated things up by rubbing Mike’s cock under the table until he was ready to burst. He returned the favor by cupping her mound until she had to run off to the bathroom to finish herself off. When she came back to the table and whispered to Mike what she had just done, the two said their goodbyes quickly and made their way to the limo, and from there to the hotel at which they’d spend their wedding night before driving to Vegas for their honeymoon. They’d gone crazy that night, enjoying their first time together as a married couple and early in the morning, they drove the six hours to Sin City.

  And now, two days later, they were at a sex club groping each other in the elevator. They hadn’t intended to end up at a sex club, but while they looked for shows in one of the pamphlets that littered the streets and lobbies all over town, they saw the advertisement and dared each other until they ended up here. The way Jenny figured it, they’d drive themselves crazy with what they saw and have a hell of a time with each other later. The driving crazy part seemed to be working. As soon as the doors slid shut they were all over each, Mike grabbing Jenny’s large tits and squeezing them until she gasped and grabbed his cock through his trousers and also starting to finger her.

  As the elevator rose, Mike pushed his fingers deep into Jenny’s pussy and she gasped and grabbed his shoulder, lifting her leg so he could get deeper. He was pushing things farther than she expected, but she wasn’t unhappy with it. She was lost in what was happening. She did gasp in surprise, though, when the doors slid open and revealed a young man, no older than twenty-two or twenty-three standing there and staring, carrying a crate of lager.

  “Sorry for interrupting.” He said, stepping into the elevator. Jenny lowered her leg and burst out laughing in embarrassment. The young man was bright red, and Jenny asked, “Is this your first time at this club?” Mike had kept his fingers buried in Jenny’s pussy and he started to slide them back and forth. “Stop it!” said Jenny, slapping him and laughing in embarrassment.

  “I…I, um…I just work in the back, um…I’m not a customer.

  The young man glanced back at them and quickly looked away and Mike leaned in and whispered in Jenny’s ear, “Look at his pants, you’re giving him a hard on.” Jenny glanced at his crotch and she could see a large bulge forming and Mike started to finger her again.

  “What time do you finish?” Mike asked the young man.

  “In about…um, I’m just dropping these off at the bar, and then I’m uh…then I’m done.” The man—God, Jenny thought he looked more like a boy—looked at the floor as he said it. Jenny felt so dirty and slutty, and the feeling was oddly wonderful. Mike’s fingers still worked inside of her, and she wanted the boy to watch, wanted him to get turned on.

  “Well after you finish, why don’t you hang out in the club a little bit? Maybe I’ll get my hot little bride here to put on a show for you.” Jenny’s eyes grew wide in shock, and just as the young man lifted his face, Mike pulled Jenny’s top down so her tits spilled out. She tried to push him away, but he squeezed her soft flesh and instead of rebuking him, she leaned back against the elevator wall and moaned. Finally, he let her go. She still felt embarrassed, and the awkwardness was amplified when she saw the young man still stood holding the box of beers. She felt her cheeks flush and when Mike finally said, “You
’re gonna need to step in or wait for the elevator to come back, uh…what’s your name, buddy?” She was grateful for the break in the silence.

  The young man was still bright red, but he walked into the elevator. “I’m Andy. Uh, the main club is on the fourth floor, everything um, well most of it is there. I need to go there to drop these off.” Mike nodded, and pressed the button to close the elevator door. The moment the doors closed, Mike got right back to kissing and groping her. Jenny still felt horribly embarrassed, but she also felt an incredible thrill. Andy was watching them. She couldn’t see, but she imagined the bulge in his pants was even bigger now.

  When the doors opened again, Andy hurried away and Jenny watched his ass as he left. He wasn’t bad looking, really. He was fit and just muscular enough not to be one of those absurd-looking bodybuilder types but instead very pleasing on the eyes. Combined with his boyish face, he was just about anything a woman could ever want. The thought of him watching her with Mike was incredible, and she realized she was holding her breath. She gasped in air just as her husband took her hand and they stepped into the club.

  The club wasn’t what she expected; at least it wasn’t exactly what she expected. She’d expected whips and leather, but the place looked just like any other nightclub, except people within engaged in all sorts of sexual activity. Men and women were making out everywhere, and there were women on their knees with mouths working on men. She noticed a blonde wearing bright red lipstick, her mouth stretched wide as she struggled to take in a very large brown cock. The look of the man’s chocolate colored dick in contrast to her pale cheeks was astounding, and it made the sight of the blowjob somehow even more incredible. There were also women moving beneath and over other men, and others were grouped up; two women and one man enjoying each other in a booth, three women running their hands over each other, and three men and two women enjoying themselves on a couch against the wall.

  She felt a sudden burst of unease. No, it wasn’t exactly unease. It was more like a strange surreal sense of place and time. She’d watched porn with Mike, right around six months into the relationship, they’d rented a sexy thriller and afterward the sex had been incredible. So, the next night they’d jumped right up to hardcore porn. It made the sex great as well, and they watched it occasionally throughout their relationship. Watching real live people right in front of them having sex was like that experience multiplied by a million. It left her breathless and almost paralyzed, and if Mike hadn’t taken her hand and led her to an open couch, she thought she might have stayed right by the elevator and watched without moving for hours.