The Slut Wife Collection: Twenty Hardcore Erotica Stories

by Julie Bosso

  Quickly, in spite of their exhaustion, they began to pull on their clothes amid shouts of “Bravo” and “Encore.” Korrine was blushing hard and she didn’t even bother to put the bra and panties back on, simply rolling them into a ball after pulling her dress over her head. Her heels had never left her feet, and she thanked God that Max had not thought to remove them. Grabbing her purse, she scooted out of the booth and didn’t wait to see if Max was following. She just hurried outside into the night.

  Max wasn’t far behind and they walked to their car, both a little shy and shaken. When they got to the car, Max opened her door and she slid in gratefully as he opened his own door. Without any talk between them, Max started the car and headed home.

  But when they had driven for a bit, Korrine finally broke the silence. “Oh my God, Max! Did that really just happen? We could get arrested for that kind of behavior.”

  He began to laugh as he shook his head. “Kori, we were perfectly fine. That was a sex club we went to. Anyone who wanted to get freaky was free to do so. Why do you think they didn’t stop us when I first started undressing you?”

  She just stared at her husband for a moment before his comments sank in and she realized that they were probably just one of many people who would eventually get down and dirty there. She smiled. “Well that was a very clever way to handle that fantasy. Sex in public, right? Here, hand me the list and I’ll mark it off for you.”

  Max took one hand from the wheel and began searching his pockets, a frown appearing on his face as he came up empty. Then, he shook his head. “Damn, I think I left it at the club. Well, I guess I can just go and . . .”

  “Turn around and get it back.” Korrine interrupted, putting her hand gently on his thigh and moving it upward. “We don’t want just anybody getting hold of it. Besides, maybe there’s still time for desert.”

  Max grinned like a little boy and took the next possible U-turn.

  BANG MY WIFE WHILE I WATCH

  The Lawyer’s Hot Wife

  Episode Five

  an erotic short by Jessica Crocker

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  The message from Ryan Emery had been short but sweet. He had enjoyed their time together and wanted to see if he could come by on Saturday for a last goodbye. Andi had thought Ryan had said he was leaving the day she saw him, but if he was still in town she didn’t care to argue.

  When she got home from her little adventure at the disreputable movie theater where, naughty little thing, she had sucked off two guys while a porno played on the big screen, she headed for the shower to clean up and change for dinner and the kids’ bedtime. Thoughts of her time with Ryan followed her all through the evening and when she got the message that Matt was planning to sleep in his office because of the amount of work on two important cases, she found she was glad.

  She slipped into bed and didn’t give her husband’s absence a second thought. It wasn’t like she was shocked by the idea he might be cheating. She’d known about his wandering for years and done her own wandering in return. No, she was well past caring what occupied Matt in his spare time.

  What was filling her head as she lay in bed now were thoughts of her relationship with Ryan in college and why they hadn’t managed to make it to the altar. She had been a different person when she knew Ryan, not so wild or provocative. She had been much happier with herself and her prospects, to tell the truth. Then, Ryan had broken things off and a year later she was with Matt and discovering a whole new world as a young trophy wife to an up and coming lawyer.

  Well, it was all water under the bridge now, but somehow she couldn’t let go of how wonderful it had felt to be with Ryan and just be the old Andi for a while. She had already returned Ryan’s call, leaving a voice message of her own, accepting Ryan’s invitation to meet up on Saturday. As she drifted off, she thought of his mouth and how good it had felt on hers again.

  “Andi.” The voice interrupting her pleasant dream was not a happy one. “Andi, why aren’t the orders sent for the caterers?”

  Andi sat up, blinking in the sudden glare of light from her bedside lamp. She tried to focus on the clock to see what time it was. Had she slept in? “What the hell are you talking about, Matt?”

  “The caterers need their menu orders for Saturday.” Matt rolled his eyes at her confused expression. “The dinner, Andi, for the Brennans, our new clients that are worth milllions and are now celebrating a court win that your husband handed them on a silver platter. We’re hosting the celebration, remember?”

  Actually, she hadn’t remembered. Ever since Ryan had shown up, everything had fallen into the cracks. Her focus had been diverted to thoughts of Ryan and, well, the other encounters that had kept her busy since then, and there had been quite a few. She got out of bed and reached for her robe. “I thought I had sent them. I’ll give them a call today.”

  Matt looked at her, his anger palpable. “I know you think this is all fun and games, Andi, but it’s how I take care of this family and when I ask for something it’s not because I like to make you perform like a little monkey. I need you to support me, Andi.”

  Andi couldn’t help it, this time Matt had managed to bait her and now she was angry. “Well, you know what, Matthew, I should think you have plenty of other gals who could support you in your search for the caterer’s orders. You fuck them, why don’t you ask them to set up your little brouhaha on Saturday.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Andi?”

  “Oh, Matt, just stop, stop acting so fucking innocent. We both know you’ve been fucking around and I might as well admit that I’ve enjoyed myself a time or two. I don’t think that would even bother you, you would just be upset that you hadn’t been there to enjoy it, right Matt?”

  “Andi, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I’ve wasted enough time with this ridiculous discussion. Look, if you don’t want to help with the get together on Saturday, I’ll just get Carol at the office to handle the details.”

  Andi blew out her frustration in a long sigh. “Don’t worry about it, Matt, I’ll give the caterers a call and work it out.”

  “Thank you.” He made a move as if to kiss her, but she turned away and went into the bathroom. Through the door, she heard him walk out and down the stairs. The front door closed a while later. Soundtrack of her life.

  She spent the day working out the plans for Saturday. Her anger built to a fever pitch when she realized that that was the day she and Ryan were supposed to get together. Why the hell would she want to spend time around a bunch of shallow rich bastards when she could be in the arms of her long ago love? With a sigh, she reached for the phone to call Ryan and let him know that she would be unavailable Saturday, and then her hand stopped and she laughed.

  Wait a minute, why couldn’t she invite Ryan to this little shindig and then, sometime during the festivities, just slip away with him and have her fun? She could find somewhere to hide away with him, the goddamn house was big enough. She finished grabbing for the phone, but this time she had a smile on her face.

  That Saturday, things were a little hectic as Andi got the house ready for the party. She had the tables and chairs set up and the caterers to organize and the kids had to be occupied and kept out from under foot. She also fielded calls all day, most of them from Matt, who was sure that she would forget something and thought nagging and negativity would help her get her act together. Whatever, she found she could tolerate all of it because she knew that Ryan would be there, and he would be there in front of Matt. She couldn’t help but form different scenarios in her head about what Matt would do if he found out Ryan was a rival for her affections. In her fantasy, she imagined that he would cry and moan and beg her forgiveness. In reality, she guessed he would just sigh and walk out the door to track down one of his client floozies.

  Maybe it was just general frustration, but she picked up the phone and invited Ryan to the gathering. She told him she wanted to do somethi
ng daring and he could expect to enjoy some risky and rather hot sex if he played his cards right.

  “What do I have to do to play my cards right?”

  “Show up, stud. Just show up.”

  ***

  Ryan showed up alright, and Andi made a show of flirting with him. She didn’t do it in front of Matt’s clients, but she made sure to catch Matt’s eye a few times and make it obvious to him. Ryan was oblivious to her game, but his cock wasn’t oblivious to her advances. She could see it straining against his slacks, so she finally took pity on him, took him by the hand, and led him out of the parlor and up the stairs. She glanced at her watch. Dinner would be served in about forty five minutes, and everyone was enjoying drinks so there was plenty of time. She wasn’t sure if Matt was watching, but she still felt the weight of his stare.

  She wanted to get moving right away though, so she pulled Ryan to her the moment they crossed the threshold of the bedroom door and put her mouth on his, relishing the feel of his tongue exploring her mouth and the taste of the scotch from his earlier drinks. As she pressed herself against him, she felt his erection pushing against her and pulled her mouth away from him.

  She smiled and dropped to her knees where she began to stroke him through his pants. He groaned urgently, and she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and pulled them down. His cock was angry and huge against his briefs, and she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the underwear down so his cock quivered in anticipation, just centimeters from her mouth.

  Ordinarily, she would have taken her time, licking and kissing, but she’d been teasing him all afternoon, and Ryan was demanding attention. She felt his hands on the back of her head and barely had time to open her mouth as he thrust forward. She felt the head of his cock slide past her lips and over her tongue, but he held tight and kept pushing, holding her firmly as his cock pushed past the opening of her throat and inside. She gagged a little, but Ryan didn’t stop until he was all the way in and her nose was pressed against his abdomen.

  She gagged softly as he held her there and then he released her. She pulled away and looked up at him, breathing raggedly and feeling saliva dripping from her mouth. She moved forward again, flicking again with her tongue, but Ryan grabbed her again and forced his cock into her mouth, again pushing to the hilt. He released her again, forced it all the way in again, released, forced, and released. She was breathing heavily, and he lifted her by her hair and threw her on the bed.

  It wasn’t the Ryan she was used to, but she couldn’t believe how turned on she was. She struggled as he pulled her clothes off, but he was struggling to help, not to resist. When he climbed on top of her and pushed hard into her pussy, she almost came right away. Ryan didn’t take this slowly or gently at all. He began to push in and pull out furiously, holding her wrists against the bed as he fucked her. She watched his face, eyes closed and neck muscles straining and she lifted up her legs to give him deeper access.

  Suddenly, Ryan gripped her shoulders and rolled over so she was on top. He moved his hands down to her ass, gripping tightly as he thrust up into her again and again and again. She knew she was close, knew that a few more thrusts would send her over the edge. She leaned her head down to his shoulder and put rested it there.

  Suddenly, Ryan stopped moving. She didn’t understand, ached for just another thrust or two. She opened her eyes. Ryan’s face was impassive.

  “By all means, please continue to fuck my wife.” For all of her jealous desires to be caught, the sound of Mark’s voice sent a chill through her. “She’s obviously very close to coming, and she can be a bitch when she’s frustrated.” Part of her wanted to look behind her, but Andi just froze instead, looking at Ryan’s face. For his part, Ryan did nothing.

  She suddenly felt hands on her ass, joining Ryans. This caused her to look back where Matt had gripped her and pushed her down onto Ryan. He gripped firmly, almost painfully, and pulled her up again before thrusting down. “There, young man, do you see? I said fuck my wife.”

  Ryan, hesitantly pushed up a little. His heart was definitely not in it. She watched, wide-eyed, as Matt unbuckled his pants. “It looks like I have to show you, don’t I?”

  A strange mixture of disappointment and relief flowed through Sarah. Disappointment because Matt didn’t go crazy with jealousy, and relief for the same reason. Sighing, she began to lift herself up so Matt could have her, but she felt him slam her back down onto Ryan. The feel of his cock roughly poking at the back of her pussy sent a thrill through her. She was confused and started to look back at Matt, but he reached forward and faced her head forward.

  That was when she felt the head of his cock against the tiny rosebud of her asshole. She started to panic, but Matt held her firm. “Young man, it will probably hurt her a hell of a lot less if you bother to move.” Ryan didn’t seem to comprehend, but Matt didn’t wait. She felt his hands on her waist, and then he thrust forward hard.

  The pain was staggering, so staggering that she couldn’t react. Ryan saw her face though, and she wasn’t sure if he was taking pity or turned on by her grimace, but he began thrusting up fast and hard. The feel of his cock in her pussy while Matt filled her tiniest hole was overwhelming, as though she were a virgin all over again.

  Matt began to thrust hard and fast as well. She had only had anal sex one time previously, only a week or two prior, and she couldn’t believe how powerful it was to have a cock filling her ass. Not only was Matt’s cock making her pussy tighter, but Ryan’s was making her asshole tighter, and both cocks were rapidly thrusting in and out, roughly trying to take up the limited amount of space available.

  Andi realized it didn’t hurt anymore. In fact, she felt so full and overwhelmed that she hadn’t breathed in nearly thirty seconds. She took in a great gulping breath and as she let it out, she came harder than she ever had before. The exhalation turned into a low groan, and suddenly the two men were thrusting wildly, causing her body to move like a rag doll between them. Ryan said, “Oh Jesus! I’m going to come!”

  She felt Matt lift her backward, causing his cock to jam even deeper into her ass. She felt his hands at the back of her head and he was suddenly forcing her face onto Ryan’s cock. “Not in my wife’s pussy,” he said, but he forced her mouth downward as Ryan’s cock grew impossibly large in her mouth and he began to spurt into it. Matt didn’t let go, but held her face there, “Swallow it up, Honey,” he said as he continued to pound into her ass.

  She gulped at the semen, choking and gagging a bit, but not because of the cock in her mouth so much as because Matt’s thrusts into her ass were making it impossible to concentrate, her orgasm still coursing through her. Finally, Matt released her and thrust a final time. She felt waves of pleasure rush through her again as he emptied himself in her ass.

  The three lay for a good ten minutes before Matt finally pulled out of Andi’s ass. He stepped backward, pulled up his pants, and smoothed out his clothing. “Well, Andi, perhaps we ought to see to our guests, I mean, our other guests.”

  Andi nodded. “Look, Matt, I—”

  Matt waved her comment away. “I don’t think I’ve been paying enough attention to you, Andi. You’re right, too. I have taken…liberties with some of my clients.” He reached forward and helped her to her feet. “I think that’s over now.”

  Andi looked toward the floor and nodded.

  “What I mean is,” Matt said, “From now on, I don’t take liberties with my clients. From now on, we both take liberties.”

  Andi smiled as her husband left the room. She looked back at Ryan. “Well, babe, you better come up with some legal needs if you want any more of me.”

  With that, she gathered her clothes and pulled them on. Then, she walked out to join her husband.

  SEX SURVIVOR: THE FINAL ORGY

  A Double Penetration Wife Swap Erotica Story

  by Julie Bosso

  all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  To say that Sandra was
excited would be a gross understatement. For the last twelve weeks she and her husband Ralph and watch the show Sex Survivor on the Explicita porn network that she ordered from her cable provider. Since that time there sex life had gone through the roof. It wasn't only that though because every aspect of the relationship had changed. She found that she and Ralph laughed together, talked together, and enjoy each other's company far more than they ever had even when they weren't having sex.

  Of course they were having sex a whole hell of a lot more. Since they started watching the show, they not only had incredible sessions sex while it was on and they watched it; but they also found themselves having sex almost all the time. They had sex in the morning. They had sex every night. Three or four times per week Ralph would come home for lunch time sex. Usually, Sandra would attack him a moment he came through the door after work and either blow him or find another way to get him off. Yes, their sex life was great.

  It was 11 o'clock on Friday morning. Sandra knew that Ralph would not be coming home from work on this particular day. That was because Friday nights were Sex Survivor nights, and that meant Ralph would want to have all of the sexual energy he could have. Tonight promised to be even more exciting than normal because it was the finale. The show's hosts have been cryptic about what would be happening on this particular episode. There were two contestants left each vying for the right to call herself the biggest and lusty a slut in all the world.

  Sandra was happy that her particular favorite, Debbie Brownstone, was still in the competition and very likely to win. Debbie was an aggressive lover and she liked her sex harsh and rough. She was erotica writer that focused on rough anal sex, and since Sandra had discovered her work, she'd read nearly every book. The other contestant was named Sapphire, and she was an amateur porn actress. While Sandra could definitely admit that Sapphire was hot as hell and definitely skilled, she was still rooting for Debbie.