by Anya Aurelie
Finally, their orgasms quieted, and they lay there panting. He pulled out of her and juice dripped from her used-up, sore cunt. Sperm was drying all over her body, she could taste and smell fragrant pussy juice everywhere, and she felt like a sweaty mess. The professor inserted two fingers into her pussy one last time, coating them in the many men's spunk who had come before, and then rubbed the cum all over both of her tits.
"Thank you, Jenna," he said. “That was very nice. You may get dressed now." She stood up, feeling woozy and disoriented, and began pulling on her clothes, cum soaking through them in parts, loving the feel of it all over her body. She thanked the professor, and the class gave her a standing ovation.
"Please send me your invoice, and I will forward it to our accounting department," the professor told her formally. "And if any students would like to tip Jenna, they may do so now."
Many of the students shuffled to the front of the room, setting dollar bills down on the desk where she had been splayed out in front of them, and she gratefully gathered her money. There were even a few tens and twenties.
“Thank you all so much for having me," she said. "And taking me," she added.
Class had not yet been dismissed, and the professor was starting in on closing statements. Jenna shoved the bills into her purse. It was at least a $150 tip on top of her normal pay. She smiled. What an enjoyable day. Waving goodbye to the class, she pushed open the door to the auditorium and stepped outside. She hoped the students had enjoyed it as much as she had. This was education at its best.
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Cheating Wife Stories series:
#1: Frat Party Entrance Fee (Rough MMF threesome with a reluctant housewife)
#2: Earning Her Reward (Rough play between a bored housewife and a dominant stranger)
#3: Dinner Party Blackmail (Rough group play between a teen housewife and three dominant strangers)
#4: The Cuckold’s Wife (A husband acts out his cheating wife’s experiences with other men)
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Preview: Frat Party Entrance Fee
(Rough MMF threesome with a reluctant housewife – Cheating Wife Stories, book 1)
Description:
Her husband will never find out ...
When Ashley's husband goes out of town for work, she finds herself daydreaming about the life she might have had — if she hadn't gotten married so young. The horny 19-year-old wanders around a college campus and into a frat party, where she pretends to be just another student. Hiding her purse, she heads outside to refill her beer from the keg ... and the night takes an unexpected turn.
Two guys from the frat are guarding the door and refuse to let Ashley back in, even to get her purse. There's only one way she can get back into this party, and she's not going to like it ... or will she?
This 5,900-word erotic short story features a reluctant housewife whose limits are pushed further and further as she's dominated by two alpha males. Scroll up and click "buy now" if you've ever daydreamed about forbidden anonymous encounters.
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Ashley was bored — and horny. Her husband was on a work trip this weekend, and she was all alone. Ashley loved her husband, but in the 10 short months they’d been married, she had quickly realized that they were not as well-suited to one another as she had originally thought. For one, she needed to be fucked roughly, while Mike was delicate with her, as though she would break.
But damn if she would ever allow her mom the satisfaction of being right about their marriage.
“You’re too young to get married," her mom had said when Ashley had told her she and Mike were engaged the year before. "What's wrong with dating for a while longer, just to make sure it’s right?"
But Ashley and Mike hadn't wanted to wait, and so a few months later, they were married. And now here she was, a 19-year-old stay-at-home housewife, living in the suburbs, running errands and cleaning the house while her husband worked long hours to support them both. She had wanted to get a job too, but Mike had old-fashioned ideas about the way the family should be run. He wanted to support them both, and he wanted Ashley to stay home, even before they had kids. Ashley felt as though she had skipped right over her young adulthood and gone from being a teenager to being middle-aged — she felt settled, secure…and bored.
Ashley sighed. She had been washing dishes at the sink, and now she set down the bowl she'd been scrubbing, turned off the water, and removed her gloves. She was sick of cleaning. It was Friday night! Didn’t she know anyone other than her husband anymore? Wasn’t there someone she could call up? No, she realized. Probably not. All their friends were other couples, and they were really Mike’s friends anyway.
Feeling antsy, Ashley went out onto her front porch and looked around her. Up and down the street, cookie-cutter houses sat on pristine lawns. Expensive SUVs sat in a few of the driveways, though most were tucked safely away into closed garages. It was like the real-life Wisteria Lane out here — without the excitement.
Well, maybe Ashley would make her own excitement. Suddenly inspired, she went inside and threw on some of her old clothes from high school, clothes from before she had needed to present herself as a well-groomed manager's wife. The jeans felt good against her skin, old and familiar. She pulled out a tank top, admiring her figure in the mirror. She looked like she could be a college student. Part of her wished she'd gone that route, as her mom had insisted.
Ashley put on makeup, turning her lips bright red, slipped into a pair of comfortable, casual, yet sexy low heels, and almost before she could stop herself went outside and got into her car. She didn't even know where she was going, she just knew she had to go. She needed to do something new, something different, something to break up the routine. She needed to feel like a person again, not just a wife. And with Mike out of town all weekend, he would never even have to know.
She found herself driving out of the suburban neighborhood into town. Without thinking, she turned down a road that led into the city's college campus. Two young women were talking and laughing, wearing backpacks, looking as though they were on their way home from class. A couple of men were lazily throwing a football around on the lawn in front of an old, beautiful stone building. A few others were sitting on the grass, having a picnic.
Ashley began daydreaming. She imagined herself among these students, her friends, no worries or cares in the world. She imagined herself going to class, doing homework, living in a dorm or sorority house. She imagined sneaking drinks with older friends who bought her alcohol. She imagined being a slut, sleeping with whoever she wanted, whenever. Exploring her sexuality. She wondered if that's what life would be like for her if she had never met Mike. It was a fun fantasy.
Ashley kept driving. She was moving away from the academic buildings and toward student housing. There were a few apartment buildings that were clearly dominated by students, and then she got to a row of frat houses.
Frats were a totally new thing for Ashley. Having never been to college, the only thing she knew about frats was what she had seen in movies. She didn't know if her impression was accurate, but she had always been a little bit curious about these groups of young men living together. It sounded sexy. She had heard stories of things that frat brothers had done, such as sharing women, and the thought turned her on, though she herself had always been a good girl who would never engage in
something like that. She was curious, though.
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Preview: Earning Her Reward
(Rough play between a bored housewife and a dominant stranger – Cheating Wife Stories, book 2)
Description:
He uses her body like her husband never would….
Ashley is baking a cake for her husband’s charity auction, but her mind is on sex. When she realizes that she’s out of sugar, she tries to find a neighbor to lend her some, feeling like a suburban cliche.
Dave, the well-built, shirtless man mowing the lawn down the street, is all too happy to help her out — for a price. As Ashley strips off her clothing and reluctantly caves to his demands, she earns more and more sugar … but the teaspoons aren’t adding up fast enough. If she wants to be done before her husband gets home, she’ll have to cross a few more lines and give this rough, dominant stranger what he really wants. Before long, she’s handcuffed and begging to break her marital vows while Dave cracks a whip up and down her body.
This 5,700-word short about a reluctant housewife eroticizes cheating. If that’s not something that gets you going, you won’t like this story!
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Ashley was baking a cake, but in her mind she was back in the frat house where just a week earlier she had been taken roughly by two dominant guys who weren't going to let her into their party otherwise. As one hand stirred together flour, salt, and baking soda, the other wandered up and down her body, remembering their touch.
Ashley still couldn't believe that she had cheated on Mike, her husband, much less with two men at the same time. But when she was totally honest with herself, she had to admit that she had no regrets. Mike just didn't satisfy her, and these men had known exactly how she wanted to be taken — roughly.
Absently, Ashley opened the cabinet and reached in for the sugar, remembering them reaching into her. It wasn't there.
"Dammit!" she swore. She'd forgotten that she'd used the last of it in some cookies she'd made to welcome Mike back from his business trip at the end of the weekend. She'd felt guilty for what she'd been doing while he was gone.
He hadn't suspected a thing, eating the cookies gratefully.
Ashley had a moment of panic about the sugar. She was already running late getting this cake baked for Mike's company's charity auction, and if she had to go to the store for sugar, there was no way she'd be done in time. Ashley and Mike lived in the suburbs, and the closest store was a 15-minute drive away. Add in time spent finding the sugar and then standing in line, and it would take way too long.
She considered honey, but wasn't sure how to cake would turn out. She considered using all brown sugar, but decided she couldn't risk it. It was the biggest cliché in the book, but there was only one answer: she'd have to ask her neighbors to borrow a cup of sugar. Two, actually.
Feeling foolish, Ashley slipped on flip-flops and headed outside. Most of the houses were empty and still, but across the street and two houses down, she saw a man mowing his front lawn. His shirt was off, and he was sweaty. She had to admit that she enjoyed looking at his buff chest, dripping with the effort of his chore.
Ashley approached the man, who didn't notice her until she was almost right next to him, the noise of the engine was so loud. When he cut the engine, the air felt still around them.
"I'm so sorry to bother you," Ashley began, "but I have a favor to ask."
The man wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Oh, he was sexy alright. "I'm Ashley," she said. "I live right there." She pointed back at her own house.
"Dave," the man said, extending his other hand. His grip was firm on her much smaller hand. "What can I do for you?"
"I feel so ridiculous asking you this, but I'm baking a cake for this charity auction my husband's company is holding. And I just discovered I'm out of sugar."
The man smiled at her, looking like he was trying not to laugh. "Oldest trick in the book," he said.
"No!" Ashley protested. "I really am —"
"No worries," Dave told her. "I think we have sugar. Come on inside."
Gratefully, Ashley followed him up the steps and into his house. It looked much like hers, though the walls were painted seafoam green rather than Ashley and Mike's gray. Otherwise, everything was the same. She hated the cookie-cutter house where they lived.
When Ashley heard the click of the lock behind her, she turned back with a start. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly, alarmed.
"I'm happy to give you your sugar, but what are you going to give me in return?" Dave asked.
Ashley was outraged. "Give you? What happened to neighbors doing favors for other neighbors?"
"I prefer tit for tat," Dave said, reaching out toward her. He put his hand on her breast. She felt her nipple harden instinctively. Remembering the two men from the frat party, she wondered if she were capable of cheating on Mike again. And so soon.
Dave was standing in front of the door as though guarding it, though he didn't look like he would actually prevent her from leaving. He looked like this was all a game to him.
Well, Ashley knew how to play games.
"I'll just get it from someone else, then," she said breezily. He stood with his arms folded over his chest, staring at her. He was still dripping with sweat down his bare chest. She definitely found him attractive. Without meaning to, she began imagining getting down on her knees in front of that hot body, and putting his cock in her mouth.
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