by Julie Bosso
WHILE MY HUSBAND IS AT WORK
The Lawyer’s Hot Wife
Episode One
an erotic short by Jessica Crocker
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
He had left early again, and Andi found she felt more relief than anger. In the beginning of their marriage, seven long years ago, she had wanted him around all the time. She had been jealous of her husband’s clients, who seemed to get more attention from him than she did, simply because they were paying for the privilege. Secretly, in her head, she began to refer to his high demand clients as his johns and snickered when it turned out that was the client’s real name.
Of course, not all of Matt’s clients were men. In fact, quite a few were women. Very attractive women. Andi wasn’t blind. She knew that many of the late night meetings and weekend prep sessions were really fuck fests and he was the one enjoying the fucking. She had been angry at first, but then, she had found her own fuck buddies and things had evened out.
They had managed to have two kids, one right after the other, before everything went to hell. They were the best things she had in life. Taylor, their first, was six and already the little man about the house. He loved to tell her he would always take care of her. Sydney, their little girl, was four and a half, and she made sure everybody remembered the half.
Both the kids attended school now and Andi’s mornings usually were spent doing menial household chores and then following her own interests. She had recently taken up painting, and had even had earned some buzz about her latest pictures, although Matt was quick to criticize. “We don’t need you to go all artsy. I can make enough money. We need you to be here for the kids.” Apparently, he no longer needed her to be here for him.
Still, she couldn’t complain when she couldn’t drum up enough energy to care anymore. Matt was who he was and she wasn’t going to try to change him. She had just accepted that this was what life had handed her and she was going to have to work with it.
She got out of bed and went downstairs and poured a cup of coffee. Normally, she would have been up earlier to see the kids before Sandra, their nanny, whisked them off to school, but last night had been a long one. Oh, the nanny wasn’t her idea. Matt had made it clear that they were going to do things like the Joneses and everyone seemed to have a nanny. She was grateful for another set of hands, but she was definitely a hands-on parent. On a morning like this, though, she was thankful for Sandra.
Last night had been unusual for her. She normally didn’t care who Matt was seeing of where he was going, but he had been dealing with a particular case for a while and she was beginning to think that this affair might have staying power. She had been a little nosier than usual and it had, of course, ended in a big fight. That was a rarity. Matt the lawyer loved to keep everything civil. He didn’t like them to raise their voices. But she had pushed him last night, and his voice had gotten as loud as hers.
Oh well, in the light of morning, she couldn’t drum up the slightest emotion about the matter. Her old even-keel demeanor was back on track. She did, however, have a tremendous craving for something naughty. She tried to think of who she could call, when the phone magically rang as if in answer. She reached for the receiver and walked to the breakfast nook with it, coffee mug in her other hand. “Hello?” Her voice was lower and raspy from just waking up. She took a sip of coffee.
“Uh, yes, is this Andi Gavin?”
The voice was familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint why. “Yes, who is this?”
“Hey, wow, it’s good to hear you. It’s Ryan. Ryan Emery.”
Memories flooded in and suddenly, Andi perked up. “Oh my God, Ryan! I haven’t seen you since graduation. How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m in town for a conference. Pesky laser optics crap and, well, I remembered that you had moved here with your hubby and I thought I might come say hi before I take off back home.”
Andi tried to read if home meant a wife and kids. “Well, that would be great. I’m free right now, if you want to come on over. The house is nice and quiet. Matt’s at work and the kids are at school.”
“That sounds good. I just have to get some things together and I’ll be on my way. Wow, I can’t wait to see you, Andi.”
“Can’t wait to see you.”
Andi gave him directions and then hung up the phone. She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t seen Ryan in nine years, since right after their graduation when they had decided it was best to go their separate ways. They had dated for three years and Andi had thought he might be the one, but, out of nowhere he had told her he didn’t want to get tied down and he needed to focus on his career and, well, that had been the end of her first real relationship. Matt had come along soon after and swept her off her feet, but Ryan had held the tender side of her. She’d been a much wilder, more confident person after that, but she didn’t like her emotions getting in the way.
And now Ryan Emery was on his way over. She felt like she had been handed a golden ticket.
An hour later, she was fidgeting in the living room, waiting for his knock. She had gotten ready in record time, choosing a simple white sun dress that flowed along her tall, slim frame and hugged in all the right places. She had an athletic build, but her breasts were nice and full, not overly big but pleasantly round. Her long legs met her ass in lovely curves that made her toned ass jut out slightly. She was wearing her long blond hair up in a light twist, with strands escaping over her long graceful neck. Her mother used to call her Swan when she was little because she had had the long gangly limbs that promised to be beautiful when she was older. She thought her mother may have been right with that bit of insight.
She wore very little make-up, her natural color being a nice bronze. Her hazel eyes sparkled with anticipation and the small smattering of freckles that still bothered her nose were free today of any covering foundation. Ryan had liked her looking natural. He had loved her freckles. Matt had always been the opposite. From the beginning, he had liked the glitzier look. She felt happy to just be light and airy today.
The doorbell rang and she jumped. Straightening some last miscellaneous thing, she went and opened the door.
Ryan stood there looking as good as the day she had said goodbye to him. He was tall, taller than her, and still had his beautiful dark Irish looks. His wavy dark hair was tamer then she remembered it, but those deep blue eyes were still just as blue. And his smile. It had been her favorite part about him. “Hello, Andi. You look great.”
She smiled. “You look wonderful, too. Come on in.” She stepped aside and let him walk past her into the foyer. She briefly glanced at his ass and saw it was just as tight and toned as she remembered. A pang of desire ran through her and she closed the door and then took his arm. “I can give you the grand tour, or just the short version, if you like.”
He put his hand on hers and stopped to look at her. “I can’t believe how good you look. Things must be going well.”
She shrugged and pulled him into the sitting room and they sat down together on the couch. “I don’t have a lot of worries. I have two great kids. How about you? Married? Kids?”
He shook his head. “Divorced. It was short but sweet. No kids. I just never felt ready.”
They talked some more, catching up on the little things, but as the conversation went on, the old familiarity came back and a certain rhythm to their companionship reasserted itself. Finally, Andi decided that things needed to move forward. “Well, let me take you on that tour.”
They got up and hand in hand, they walked through the big empty house together. She showed him the office, the kids’ rooms, the art loft, the parlor, and then, she showed him her bedroom. “This is quite a notorious place.”
He looked at her curiously. “Why is that?”
“Because this is where I seduced you.” She brought her face to his and kissed him, pulling his arms to encircle her waist. His mouth was just as sweet as she remembered and she felt a thrill travel th
rough her body as his tongue pushed into her mouth and his hands grabbed her to him.
Suddenly, he was taking charge. His kiss was becoming rougher and his breathing harsher. She felt him tremble against her, and she wrapped one long leg around one of his. She felt his hands slide over her body, squeezing and caressing until they finally settled on her breasts and massaged them through her dress.
Breaking away from him, Andi turned to have him unzip her dress. Slowly, his hands came up and she felt them brush down her back as they pulled her zipper down. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her in only her small, white silk panties. She had chosen not to wear a bra and now, Ryan was getting an uninterrupted view of her smooth back curving down and out to her round ass. He stepped up to her and held her close again, kissing the back of her neck and down over her shoulder blades, then down further, following the smooth curve of her spine to the top of her ass. There, he caressed each cheek with his hand and kissed each one gently before she turned in his arms and pulled him up and over to the bed with her.
Now, she stood him by the bed and let her hands travel over the buttons of his shirt before slowly unbuttoning each one from the bottom to the top. When she reached the last one, she slipped it off of his broad shoulders and pulled it over his arms and to the floor. Then, letting her hands drop to his belt, she expertly unbuckled it and removed it in one swift move. Finally, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down, kneeling down to remove his shoes and slip his pants off over his feet.
He was naked before her now and she stood only in her panties. They stood looking at each other for a moment, remembering each other’s bodies and then she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. He gasped as she plunged down, taking him in fully and letting him down into her throat. She relaxed herself as much as she could to minimize any gagging and stayed on him, her chin and lower lip pressed to his balls, until she felt him growing larger in her mouth. She released him and he sighed a huge sigh, leaning against the bed to regain his strength.
Then, he took charge again and grabbed her and threw her on the bed, making her bounce and her breasts jostle around. She cried out as he spread her legs and pressed his mouth against her pussy, parting the lips with his tongue and thrusting it inside her. She arched her back and writhed on the bed as his fingers took his tongue’s place inside her and his mouth moved to suck and lick at her clit. She felt herself almost immediately on the edge, but he expertly brought her back down and then up again.
As her body lay trembling on the verge of orgasm, he climbed on top of her and maneuvered his lower body between her legs. She felt his cock pushing against her pussy folds and, planting her feet on the bed, she lifted herself up to allow his first thrust to push deep inside, filling her completely. They groaned together with that first thrust, and then he began to move furiously, plunging hard and deep, grabbing her breasts to hold her still underneath him.
He bent his head to her bouncing tits and nipped at them with his teeth, sending little flashes of pleasure pain through her body. She let her hands claw down his back, down to his ass, which she gripped and used to pull him even deeper into her clenching pussy. Her orgasm rocked through her again, making her scream and move against him wildly. His thrusts became faster, his forehead bowed to hers as he leveraged himself with his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down into the blankets until his back suddenly arched and his head came up and his cock throbbed deep inside her as he came and spurted his semen into her over and over.
His body rocked with each throb of orgasm until, finally, he fell on top of her, pushing the air from her body and leaving her pressed down into the bed by his sweat-drenched body. She felt the spasms of his cock inside her as he returned to normal, the thick shaft softening inside her overwhelmed pussy walls.
They lay together for a while as their breathing returned to its normal pace. Slowly, she shifted on the bed and shook him to wake him from his afterglow stupor to get him moving and dressed. He didn’t understand her hurry at first and then he realized that they wouldn’t be alone for long and started to pull on his clothes. In a daze, they walked downstairs and she went to the door with him to give him a kiss goodbye.
When he was gone, she looked around the house to see if any trace of him remained. She was almost disappointed to see there was nothing. She went to her bedroom and took off the simple summer dress, changing into a black mini with a slit on the side that made it even smaller. The red silk blouse she wears molded itself to her round breasts and her hardened nipples made it obvious that she was wearing no bra. Then she put on her make-up, choosing a bright red color for her lips and a metallic brown for her eyes. She buried her freckles under foundation and let her hair fall loose down to her ass. Finally, she put on some spike heels that lifted her tall frame even higher and made her legs seem unending.
She hung the white dress up in her closet and closed the door. It was a look that only ever worked for Ryan and now he was gone. Matt would be home soon though, and she wanted him to see what he was neglecting.
WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD
A Wife Swap First Anal Sex Erotic Short
by Julie Bosso
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
When we got the call about my great, great uncle’s death, we felt guilty as hell about it. We didn’t do anything to cause his death or anything like that, it’s just that I had never even met him, and when we found out he left us a luxury lakeside vacation home, we were ecstatic. I knew I had a really rich relative, but I didn’t expect him to leave anything to a descendent he’d never met. It turned out that his will left property or stock to every single relative. Not only that, but he left enough cash to cover the inheritance taxes. It was the happiness over the inheritance that made us feel guilty. My husband was a wonderful man and a great provider, but as a graphic design freelancer, he didn’t make enough for us to have a vacation home. My freelance work as a financial analyst for income producing properties didn’t add enough to the mix for it either. But now, we had a vacation home, and it was a beauty.
One of the fabulous things about freelancing was that as long as we had our laptops, we could work from anywhere, so we packed up the car and made the eleven hour trip to our new place. It was better than we could have hoped, with beautiful colonial construction, six bedrooms, vaulted ceilings, and best of all, very expensive furnishings. Other than groceries, we didn’t need to buy a damned thing. We spent the first few days just settling into the fun of having such a great place, and it wasn’t until the third day that Amelie and Rene arrived at the house next door. I didn’t pay much attention until the two of them walked out to the lake in the afternoon wearing bathing suits.
I was sitting on the porch, still in my bikini from an earlier swim. Amelie was stunning. She had beautiful short black hair cut in a European style that made her look like a fashion model. Her body was incredible, a perfect hourglass, and she wore one of those thong bathing suits that made her seem more naked than she would have looked nude. She had such a perfect apple cheeked ass that I was filled half with jealousy and half with desire. Her husband was wonderful, too. He had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and the kind of square jaw that always made me quiver with desire. I discovered that Sean found them attractive, too, because when he brought me an iced tea, he whistled softly and said, “Would you look at that!”
I said something as a joke, thinking about the times Sean had suggested a threesome or a wife swap or something along those lines. I said, “If you brought people over as hot as that for sex, I’d finally give in, baby.” Like I said, I meant it as a joke, but before I knew it, Sean was headed across the way and I watched him talking to them. Although a quick flash of mortification passed over me thinking he’d actually suggest it, I suppressed it because I was sure Sean wouldn’t walk up, introduce himself, and suggest we all fuck each other. I should have known better. I nearly choked on my tea as the woman leaned into m
y husband and kissed him. I watched in awe as Sean’s shorts hit the grass and she knelt in front of him, her mouth on his cock before he even stepped out of his swim trunks. My eyes grew even wider when I saw her husband walking up to me.
He was about five yards away when I stood up. He didn’t even speak before his arms were around me and his mouth was on mine. I was hesitant at first, but as he gently but firmly pushed his tongue into my mouth and began to explore, I found myself giving in. His arms traveled over my body and then untied my bikini top and then the bottoms. When he backed away, I was completely naked, and he smiled. “I am Rene,” he said in a soft French accent, “and my wife Amelie and I have already met your husband.” He smiled and dropped his swim trunks. I gasped when I saw his cock. It was lovely, though not as big as Sean’s. Of course, I didn’t know anyone with a cock as big as my husbands. I stammered out my name, and he smiled and kissed me again. Then, he lifted me right up over his shoulder and carried me to the others.
It was so strange because I wanted to protest, but I also wanted it so badly. Watching his ass below my face as he carried me was also somehow so primal and sexy that I didn’t say anything. When he finally put me down, it was to lay me on the dock. I looked around. Sean and Amelie had already moved there, and he stood in the shallow water pushing into her pussy. The sight was amazing, but I couldn’t concentrate on it, because in just a second, my pussy was full as well.
I could hear the water, trickling by. I could hear the dock creaking as my husband pushed into Amelie over and over and over. Then Rene lifted up my legs all the way to my shoulders and I leaned against the dock as he thrust into me. My ankles were right at Rene’s shoulders as he pushed in, and his long black hair swung from his effort brushed against my feet. There was something so erotic about them being tickled by his hair. It was also amazing to be suddenly filled up by his cock that way, too. He pushed in and out of me, faster and harder, holding my legs so that my ankles stayed right up at his shoulders. I could hear Sean talking to Amelie behind me saying, "That's it, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you."