Roleplay Gone Wrong

by Reed James

  “Even if she is,” the cop answered. “Doesn't change the fact that she stood on the street corner, accepted money, and was caught performing a lewd act in public. You're lucky I'm not arresting you too! But my patience is wearing thin, buddy!”

  “Maybe there's something I can do to convince you not to arrest me,” purred Evie as he ratcheted the other cuff around her left wrist, restraining her hands behind her back just above her shapely ass.

  “Like what?” the cop asked, a knowing smile on his face.

  Chapter Three: Fantasy Fulfilled

  “Like what?”

  Frank's heart fell and his dick rose. She's going to let the cop fuck her. His mind didn't want to see his wife cheat on him, even as his dick wanted to see nothing more. What is wrong with me? he asked himself as he drew out his cock and began to jerk it.

  “I can be very friendly,” she cooed like a disgusting whore. He flogged his cock harder, anger slowly replacing the hurt—his cock a proxy for his abuse. “I would love to get to know every inch of you, Officer.”

  “Every inch of what?”

  Her eyes glanced at the bulge in his navy blue pants. “I'll be real sweet to you, Officer.”

  “I want you to say it,” Officer Connoly hissed, squeezing her arm.

  “Stick your big, Black cock up my cunt and make me cum!” she moaned. “I'll be your whore!”

  “Even with your husband watching?”

  Evie flashed Frank an apologetic glance, her eyes full of lust. She mouthed 'sorry' at him, then said to cop, “I need to be fucked so bad!”

  The cop glanced at Frank and laughed. “Look's like your husband doesn't mind, he's pulling his pud in there!”

  Her apologetic look vanished as a huge, naughty grin filled her face. “Do you want to see this Black cop fuck me, babe?” She licked her lips. “Does it make you hard knowing he's going to violate my pussy with his big, Black dick?”

  Frank didn't answer her, flushing in shame and feeling even more humiliated. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he loved her and didn't want her to cheat on him. Instead he remained silent and furiously polished his peter – hating her, hating Officer Connoly... and hating himself – as he watched the cop pull out his dick, thick and ebony, and flip up Evie's skirt. Her thong wasn't much of a hindrance – it barely covered her pussy anyways – and the cop just pulled the floss to the side and shoved his cock right into her married cunt.

  She's never had another cock in there since college, Frank realized, stroking his monkey faster. Right?

  “Oh my god!” she gasped as his cock reamed her pussy. She fixed her blue eyes on Frank's. “Fuck my married pussy! Make me your whore, Officer!”

  Officer Connoly did just that, and pounded away at her cunt, filling the air with the slap of flesh. The car rocked every time he buried into Evie's pussy. She was half bent over the car, her hands still restrained behind her back, and her one free tit flopping about as she fucked herself back into the cop's ebony cock.

  “It feels so good!” she moaned. “Oh my god! Fuck me! Stretch my pussy!”

  “White chicks always turn into sluts for my cock!” the cop taunted. “You like how it feels, whore!”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Is it better than your husband's little cock?” he demanded.

  She bit her lip, not answering.

  He reached around her and grasped her free breast, pinching her nipple. “I asked you a question, whore! Is my big, Black cock better than your husbands?”

  Her lips moved, whispering something.

  “Louder! Let your pathetic husband hear you!”

  “Yes it is!” she moaned. “Oh god, you're stretching my pussy wide open!”

  Frank's stomach sank even lower; his face burned with humiliation. And his hand beat faster on his dick. He couldn't peel his eyes away from his wife whoring herself with the cop. She bucked back against the Black man, grunting and moaning how much she enjoyed his big cock. Cheating whore! With a grunt, he sprayed cum on the steering wheel of his car.

  She screeched the first time she came, her black hair tossing as her head whipped back and forth. Her face contorted in pleasure: eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, lips quivering. I should be the only man to see that expression, Frank bitterly thought. She shuddered, her body going ridged, then she half slumped over the hood, a pleased smile playing on her lips.

  “Dirty whore!” the cop groaned. “Your cunt's massaging my cock. I bet you want me to cum in your filthy cunt!”

  Despite just cumming, Frank's cock hardened at the thought of her cheating pussy flooded with the cop's seed.

  “Fill me up!” she panted. “I'm on the pill!”

  His thrust slowed, but grew more powerful. He would slam into her, rocking the car on its shocks, metallic squeaks mixing with the slap of flesh. Both of her breasts were freed from her bustier, bouncing and heaving as the cop plowed into her. He reached around and roughly pawed them, pinching her fat nipples and bringing a fresh chorus of wanton lust from his wife's lips

  “Dirty, cheating whore!” Officer Connoly groaned, driving into her one last time.

  “Oh fucking yes!” she gasped, her body quacking as another orgasm spasmed through her. “Flood my naughty, married pussy!” She collapsed onto the hood, panting, her eyes closed and her hair plastered to her sweaty face.

  Chapter Four: A Naughty Wife

  Chuckling, the cop pulled out of her and put his cock away. He gave her ass a squeeze. “I love white meat,” he grinned, then uncuffed my wife. “Next time I catch you out here, I'll do far worse.”

  “Promise?” my wife grinned like a whore.

  He laughed, and pulled out his card and shoved it down her bustier, cupping her breast one last time. “In case hubby can't keep that fine pussy satisfied and you crave some big, Black cock.”

  With a self-satisfied grin, the cop nodded to him and walked back to his squad car. A moment later, he drove off. Frank scrambled out of his car; anger, hurt, and lust roiling within him. Those tangled emotions fueled a large storm that ominously rumbling inside him; about to make landfall and wreak havoc on his cheating wife. He rounded the car, thunderously advancing on her. Evie rubbed at her wrist, red from the handcuffs, and flinched when she saw him.

  “I...” she started to say.

  “Bend over that hood right the fuck now!” Frank snarled. “I paid $160 for you, and I'm getting my money's worth, whore!”

  “Of course, sugar,” she purred, sounding like the hooker again. “Stick that big cock wherever you want!”

  “I don't want to hear your lies, whore!” he roared, spanking her ass. “You were quite clear whose cock was bigger! Now bend over.”

  “I was just roleplaying, Frank,” she protested. “His cock wasn't that big.”

  'Just roleplaying!' That's her excuse for cheating on me!

  Passion and rage filled Frank. He had never felt this way in his entire life. She wants to be a fucking whore, then I'll goddamn treat her like one! She turned to the hood, but she was to slow; his anger snapped. Frank pushed her against the hood and bent her over, squeezing her ass. He could see her pussy dripping with the cop's cum. Thick, white globs tangled in her black bush.

  The rage inside him exploded.

  Never once had he thought about hurting his wife. He never even dreamed he could hurt her. But seeing her pussy dripping with another man's seed – proof of her betrayal – filled him with the desire to make make her howl. He spanked his hand hard against her ass a second time, filling the air with a stinging sound; red bloomed across her pale cheek.

  “Shit, Frank,” she protested. “I'm sor...”

  “I said to shut the fuck up, whore!” Smack! His hand hurt from the force of his third slap on the other, still pale cheek. “I'm not paying you to talk! You agreed that I could do whatever nasty thing I wanted.”

  “You're right, sugar!” she purred, slipping back into her whore persona.

  Then he roughly shoved his cock into her cunt. Her
tight sheath was sopping wet with the cop's cum, and his dick easily slid in and out. She purred throatily, her ass writhing in rhythm to his strokes. She looked over her shoulder at him, lust twinkling in her blue eyes and her tongue licked across her deep, red lips, inviting Frank to abuse her.

  “Fuck me with that big cock!” she moaned.

  “I said to stop lying!” he barked, his hand spanking her ass.

  “You're driving me wild, Frank! Oh my god! Fuck me, babe! I love it! You feel possessed! A wildman! Pound my naughty cunt. Punish me for being such a bad wife!”

  He did feel possessed as he drove his cock over and over into her cunt. As if a dark spirit of rage had come upon him, spurring him to punish her. How could your loving wife be unfaithful to you? the spirit seemed to hiss in his mind. And in such a blatant, whorish manner right in front of you. She deserves to be punished.

  She deserves to be treated like a whore.

  “Oh my God, Frank!” she moaned. “I'm cumming! Keep fucking me with that big cock!”

  Her pussy spasmed about his girth, rippling and massaging him. He closed his eyes, the sensation reaching into his balls. Her sheath was hungry for his cum—a dirty, ravenous hole that needed to be filled with a man's spunk.

  But he was punishing her and fought off his urge to cum.

  “I paid for all of your holes,” he grunted, suddenly pulling out of her pussy.

  “Sure, sugar,” she purred. “I've been naughty.”

  She reached behind herself and spread her asscheeks apart. Her thong, barely more than a line of floss, was tightly wedged between her cheeks. He ripped it out of the way, exposing her puckered asshole. Evie's anus wasn't a stranger to his cock, but they had always used plenty of lube in the past.

  Well, he had a good coating of her pussy cream, then he shoved his cock hard into her ass. She grunted, looking over her shoulder at him. “Don't be gentle,” she hissed. “I was so bad! Punish me!”

  Frank gave Evie's ass another hard slap as his cock reamed her velvety-hot bowels. He leaned over her, his hands resting on the hood of his car, and pounded her ass. She arched back against him, and turned her head; her red lips just inches from his own. He captured them in a kiss, tasting the lingering flavor of her minty gum. Their tongues furiously fenced, both lost to their mounting passions.

  A low, throaty moan growled from her throat as their lips mashed together. Her ass clenched about his cock, a wonderful, tight sheath that sparked pleasure as he pistoned in and out. Her bowels rippled about him as she came. He wrapped his arms around her body – quivering with her passion – and reached the peak of his climax, filling her hungry bowels with three large blasts of cum.

  He poured more than just his cum into her: his anger, hurt, and rage pumped out of him.

  They panted as he hugged her from behind, both savoring the joy of their releases. His anger had faded; his lusts were satiated. Their kiss grew gentler, no longer two animals rutting their mouths together, the kiss had transformed into the tender joining of two people who cared deeply for each other.

  She turned in his embrace, and looked up at him with tremulous, deep-blue eyes. “You're not angry with me anymore, are you?”

  He stroked her cheek. “No,” he answered. “I was. But I was also so turned on watching you.”

  She relaxed, the fear retreating from her eyes.

  “I didn't spank you too hard, did I?”

  “Maybe just a little,” she grinned, giving him a quick peck. “But I was a very naughty wife. Maybe when we get home, you can spank me some more.”

  Frank liked the idea of her pert bottom reddening beneath his blows. “I guess I can do that.” He took a deep breath. “Are you going to keep being a naughty wife?”

  “Would you like that, Frank?” She thumbed the hoop earring dangling from her right ear; a nervous tick. “I saw you strangling your rooster.”

  He thought about that, giving Evie a considering look. “Have you ever cheated on me before?” Frank wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but he needed to know.

  She looked him deep in the eyes. “No.”

  A weight lifted off his heart. Ever since he saw how whorish she acted with the cop he had, in the back of his mind, worried about her past fidelity. “I think I'd like you to be a little naughty. As long as I get to watch.”

  “That's what makes it fun,” she giggled.

  An idea popped into his head, and a grin broadened his face. “I think I know what we can do for next Friday.”

  Curiosity blossomed in her face. “This sounds good. What's your plan?”

  “I'll tell you tonight, after your spanking.”

  “Deal.” She kissed him one more time. “I really love you, Frank.”

  “I love you, too, babe.”

  “And his cock wasn't that big. Maybe just a smidge.” She held up her hand; her thumb and finger barely a millimeter apart. “I just said it to get you hotter.”

  He chuckled and gave her ass a squeeze. “Sorry,” he gasped as she winced.

  “It still smarts.”

  “I'll kiss it better when we get home.”

  “Promise?” Her grin was naughty as she climbed into the passenger seat.

  Once seated, her hands immediately went to the glove box to find the clean wipes she stashed in all of their cars – something every women seemed to do; a nesting behavior Frank had always figured – and began cleaning the mess between her thighs and asscheeks.

  Frank slipped into the driver's seat and started up the car. He frowned and glanced at his wife. “You did get the money back?”

  She froze as she wiped her vulva clean of the cop's spunk, then a sheepish look crossed her face. “No.”

  All Frank could do was laugh; he had just paid some cop to fuck his wife for $160 dollars.

  Excerpt from Naughty Wife's Surprise

  Friday was dragging along as slowly as Wednesday and Thursday had, and Evie was a bundle of excited energy as she played scenario after scenario in her head, trying to figure out what her husband had planned for tonight. It was so rare for him to come up with one of their games. While she liked to be submissive in the bedroom, she was the dominant one in their marriage, making most of the minor decision: where to eat, which social event to attend, what type of sex game to play. Frank was a laid back guy on the little things.

  He must have thought of something really kinky, she decided, and it involves someone else. All week her husband had been having hushed phone calls with a mysterious person. She had resisted the urge to snoop on his phone and figure out whom he'd been talking to. Maybe he's found a woman to join us. Perhaps one of his coworkers? She always suspected Carol from his office as having a crush on him. And she was a leggy woman that all the guys, her husband included, panted after.

  The thought of being with a woman excited her. She had been curious in the past, and even kissed a girl, Michelle Sanders, in college. Then she had met Frank her Sophomore year, and her curiosity for women had been driven out of her head by this great guy she was dating.

  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 su
cking 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.