NAUGHTY CINDY: Five Hardcore Sex Erotica Shorts

by Cindy Jameson

  NAUGHTY CINDY

  Five Hardcore Erotica Shorts

  by Cindy Jameson

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES

  THE BLUSHING BRIDE AND THE BEST MAN

  BIRTHDAY KISS

  WIFE SHARE IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS

  DOING MY DAD’S BOSS

  WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES

  an erotic short by Cindy Jameson

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  “Oh, you think I can’t make this shot? Why, because I’m drunk or because I’m female?” I looked at my husband, Richard’s, close friend, Alex, and pretended to pout.

  “No, no, that’s not it at all. I just think it’s a tough shot no matter what.” He was slushing his words slightly after a long night of drinking that had started with beers and was ending with harder stuff.

  The dinner had been planned for about two weeks, ever since Richard had told me that Alex’s prissy second wife, Ellie, had left with their young son to go live with her mother. I had immediately suggested to Richard that we have Alex over for dinner. “You don’t want your friend stuck moping at home like the last time.”

  Richard had nodded, remembering, I’m sure, how he had had to dig Alex out of mounds of pizza boxes, beer cans and dirty underwear to rescue him from the dissolution of his first marriage. That had been eight years ago. Now, here we were again.

  I didn’t really mind. For as long as I’d been with Richard, a very contented twelve years, I’d known his friend, Alex. I have to admit that Alex was an eye-catcher. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a long, muscled torso that screamed football player. Which was very funny when you found out that Alex actually played soccer in high school and college. He also had the dark, brooding looks of the angtsy Hollywood star with dark hair falling artfully into his dark hazel eyes. He had always been the more serious of the two friends and so it always seemed weird to me that his marriages fizzled.

  Whatever, it didn’t bother me. I liked having Alex around. When he was around, Richard became wilder and more adventurous. Tonight seemed like it would be no exception. Of course, I have to admit that I was helping with things in that direction. My chosen attire for the night was my slinky little blue mini that hugged my curves, barely covered my ass and pushed my C cups up and together to give me cleavage even Dolly Parton might have stared at. When Richard had seen my outfit, he had smirked and said I must be planning a different kind of evening than he was. I denied it but, of course, he was right.

  As I leaned over the pool table now, I made sure that ample cleavage was directly in Alex’s inebriated line of sight. I pressed my breasts lightly against the edge of the table to make my dress open even more at the top. I knew my ass was facing Richard at the same time and I gave it a little shake. “Okay, watch how it’s done.” I moved my cue and watched my ball roll into the intended pocket. I stood back up and blew at the top of the stick with a long sigh.

  Richard and Alex both laughed and high-fived me. I quickly went and re-poured the drinks. I knew it wouldn’t be long for the fun to begin.

  Being the most sober of the group, I easily won the game. Alex quickly demanded a rematch and we got the game going with me doing the break. As I leaned forward, I could sense Richard’s eyes on me. I gave him a wink, but he didn’t notice. I shifted and moved so that my dress would ride up my thighs even more than it was. Alex was now right behind me and I could almost feel his hands on my ass.

  When I stood up, I bumped into Alex. “Oh God, sorry. I didn’t know you were right there.”

  Alex gave me a little smile and put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Cyn, I can handle it.”

  I’m sure you can. I let my eyes roam over his lanky body. Yes, indeed.

  Suddenly, Richard was beside me and he pulled me tightly to him for a crushing kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth and running his hands down my back to cup my ass. I could feel Alex’s heavy breathing right next to us and wrapped my arms around Richard to press even more tightly against him, standing on tiptoe to rub myself against his crotch.

  Richard pulled away and before I knew what was happening, Alex was stepping into his place and putting his own sweet mouth on mine. Richard only laughed. “She’s wonderful, isn’t she, Alex?” He rubbed his hands over my ass and down the back of my legs while Alex kept his mouth pressed on me.

  I felt an incredible thrill race through my body as I stood sandwiched between my husband and his friend. I pulled away from Alex and immediately, while Alex still had his arms wrapped around my waist, Richard pulled me back and put his face between my breasts, kissing and licking.

  When he stopped and pushed me back up, he smiled. “You know, Alex, I think I’d like to fuck my wife, if you don’t mind.”

  Alex started to awkwardly pull away, confusion showing in his drunken eyes. Richard laughed. “No, man, I meant, I’d like for us to fuck my wife.”

  I knew at that moment they were both fairly far gone. I also knew all my fantasies were about to come true.

  Richard quickly pulled down my dress, allowing my breasts to finally fall free. Alex hesitated only a moment before he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking roughly, his tongue rasping against it and hardening it to a throbbing point.

  Richard reached around to tweak my other nipple, causing me to gasp with the pain of it. He kissed and sucked at my neck as he moved his hand downward, stopping between my legs to rub his hand harshly against my already wet panties.

  Alex stood up now and took a step back. I thought maybe he was rethinking things, until I saw him reach for his belt. His hands shook as he undid the buckle and unzipped his pants, watching the whole time as Richard mauled my neck and rubbed my pussy.

  Now, I pulled from Richard’s grasp to fall in front of Alex and yank his underwear down to join his pants around his ankles. When I saw his cock, I smiled. He was huge, not as thick as Richard, but long and slightly curving. My pussy twinged when I thought of how good he would feel inside me. I decided to move things as fast as possible and opened my mouth wide, taking his cock as deeply into my mouth as I could. I heard Alex gasp as my throat opened up and my lips touched the base of his huge shaft.

  Richard had not been idle behind me. I had heard his pants being unzipped and now, his thick cock appeared beside my cheek, demanding some attention. I pulled off of Alex, leaving a trail of saliva, and took Richard into my mouth. After sucking him hard, I began to alternate between the two, getting both of them hard and wet.

  Alex was the next one to change things up. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he steered me to the pool table and, lifting me up onto the edge, pushed me back on the felt top. His fingers clumsily pulled my panties down and I watched him fling them away. I didn’t see past that because Alex quickly spread my legs and buried his face in my shaved pussy, prodding deeply with his tongue and making me fall back to the table with a groan. My hands moved along the felt as my body writhed under Alex’s mouth, pool balls rolling as I knocked them with my hands.

  Richard came to the side and watched his friend lick me, holding his dick in his hand, keeping it hard. Alex stood and, together with my husband, pulled me up and off the table. Alex spun me around and bent me over the edge of the table the moment my toes touched the floor. With his hands on my ass lifting me even higher, Alex pressed his cock against my wet folds and thrust.

  My body shook as that huge cock entered me from behind. The slight curve in it made it rub against the walls of my cunt an
d made me shiver with the sensation. I was trying desperately to gain a handhold on the felt of the table to steady myself, but there was really nothing to grab and I continued to shift harshly back and forth.

  I heard a commotion from the other side of the table and lifted my head to see Richard climbing onto the table. I already had my mouth hanging open with Alex thrusting in my pussy like he was, but seeing Richard suddenly in front of me was a shock. Suddenly, my mouth was as full of cock as my pussy and the hard thrusting of both men was practically folding my body in half.

  Alex pulled out just before I lost it completely and Richard pulled out as well. I wasn’t empty for long, though. Scooting to the edge of the table, Richard signaled Alex to help him maneuver me on top of him. Richard and I had often used this position, with my back to him and sitting on him, but he had a surprise in store for me. As I positioned myself above him, he grabbed my waist and brought my ass down on his cock. I cried out as his huge shaft pushed into my tiny puckered opening.

  The pain was incredible but Alex leaned forward and licked my clit a few times, making my pussy clench and sending chills through my body as I instantly got close to coming. Suddenly, the pain of having Richard in my ass was translated to an incredible need to have my pussy filled. I moaned loudly and reached forward to pull Alex to his feet. “Fuck my pussy, Alex!” I growled at him.

  His breathing came faster as he moved up and felt me grab his cock to guide it into my wet cunt. As the head of his cock pressed against my wet folds, I let go and felt him thrust deep, rubbing up against my husband’s cock in my ass and making fuller than I’d ever been before.

  With just a few thrusts, my body exploded into powerful orgasm, throwing me forward into Alex’s muscled chest as I screamed in rhythm to the spasms that were clenching both my pussy and my ass tighter. I could hear Richard behind me grunting and then I felt his cock throb as it released his warm semen deep inside my ass. A few strokes after that, Alex was also coming, pushing deep into my pussy as he filled me with his own semen. The feeling of the two cocks throbbing together inside me sent another round of spasms through me and I rocked back and forth on their cocks until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Slowly, we disentangled ourselves and slipped to the floor in a heap of exhausted bodies. I could feel my husband’s and Alex’s breathing slowing as I lay between them. My eyes closed and I drifted off, still feeling tiny ripples of my orgasm roll through me.

  Eventually, we began to stir. Richard was the first one to pull away, stand up and begin dressing. Alex and I soon followed. It was still dark outside, but I knew it was early morning and soon it would be light. Once dressed, I went to the kitchen to get a snack and a small drink to take the sting off the night.

  When I returned, I found that Alex and Richard had set up the pool table again, with the balls racked and ready for the break. I set the tray of food and drinks down on a side table and looked at the two men, who were giggling and elbowing each other like schoolboys. “Okay, what are you two up to?”

  Alex shrugged and looked at Richard. Richard smiled and came over to take me into his arms and give me a hug. When he pulled back, I saw the sly look in his eyes. “We were just hoping you would be up to a rematch.”

  I looked from one to the other, and then I sighed. “Okay, but winner takes all.” I knew I would win.

  THE BLUSHING BRIDE AND THE BEST MAN

  an erotic short by Cindy Jameson

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  It was a beautiful day for a wedding.

  The sun was high in the sky on a gorgeous day in June. The nearby mountains showed a hint of snow from the weekend’s rainstorm, and a hushed breeze streamed through the trees near the meadow where a fairytale wedding would soon take place. The blushing bride was nowhere to be seen, but a gaggle of wedding guests had made their way from the highway pullout and were walking towards the white chairs set up in the bright green clearing. A dazzle of blue Indian Paintbrush flowers circled the wedding site, almost as if it were planned that way. And at the edge of the meadow, a small gazebo stood decorated with giant sprays of baby’s breath and tiny pink tea roses awaiting the happy couple.

  The groom, Paul, walked anxiously among his guests, trying to keep his eyes down in case his fiancée suddenly appeared. He was tall and handsome and resembled Prince William. People often joked that he and his soon to be wife, Rosa, were the American Will and Kate. He was blonde, an Air Force captain, and she was a lovely brunette who taught elementary school and baked wedding and special occasion cakes as a side business. She had her mother’s exotic Latina looks. Both Paul and Rosa came from prominent families who were well-to-do. They were an all American couple, and many people were excited to see them get married.

  Rosa sat in a bed and breakfast hotel a couple of miles up the road. It had been Paul’s idea to get married in the middle of nowhere, and while she didn’t mind the seclusion, it had been hard to get everything up the mountains and ready for such a big wedding. But she finally sat on the bed, clad in nothing but her bridal lingerie: white 36D push up bra, white lace thong panties, white lace stockings, and a bright red garter belt. The belt had been her idea, much to the chagrin of her mom. It did look slightly trashy when she looked at herself in the mirror, but who was gonna know?

  A loud truck pulled into the parking lot. Rosa peeked out of her window to see who it was. The truck door slammed and a tall man with dark hair got out. She immediately pulled back from the mirror, biting her full lower lip. It was Paul’s best man, Nick.

  Where Paul was the ultimate good guy, Nick was the ultimate bad boy. Paul got straight A’s in high school and then joined the Air Force, Nick barely graduated because of truancy and he had attended the local community college for a semester or two. The two men were unlikely friends, but Paul had grown up next to Nick, and took him along to many parties and events during Paul’s stint as a local airman. Paul was quick to want to settle down with Rosa, Nick went through at least two women a month. He had no qualms about telling them what they wanted to hear in order to get into their panties. And get into their panties he did.

  Rosa would never forget the first time she met Nick. She had spent the day with Paul at the beach, and later that night they planned to join friends for a bonfire on the sand. Rosa had walked back to the truck to look for her jeans and a sweater when she realized that she had sand in her bikini bottoms. It was getting dark, and there was nobody around, so she stepped around to the back of the truck, slipped the bottoms off and started looking through her backpack for a fresh pair of panties. Suddenly she had the oddest feeling that someone was looking at her, and she was right! Nick was standing about five feet away in the bed of his own truck. He had been rummaging about, looking for a flashlight. She stood frozen for a moment, and then immediately crouched down, blocking his view with her backpack. “Don’t look at me!!” she cried out.

  He grinned and jumped off the bed of the truck. Now he was maybe two feet from her. She awkwardly tried to scuttle away and promptly stumbled and fell. She was completely naked waist down. He pretended to shield his eyes, and then offered a hand to help her up. He had a rock hard erection that she didn’t see right away.

  “No, no thank you, I can do this!” She quickly stepped back into the sandy bikini bottoms (inside out) and then hastily put on her jeans. The zipper wouldn’t quite come up because her fingers were cold and jittery. He still stood there, pretending to shield his eyes.

  “You, you must be Nick.” She couldn’t look at him anymore, but he straightened up and looked at her, his bright blue eyes dancing with mischief.

  “I am. And you must be Rosa. Paul didn’t tell me you were an exotic Latina.” He said “Latina” very deliberately, enunciating each syllable as if it were a delicious morsel, perhaps of figs and honey.

  “I think you are very sexy, Rosa. Sand or no sand. I‘m very glad to make your acquaintance.�
�� He took another step toward her and reached for her hand as if to kiss it.

  Completely mortified, Rosa turned and sprinted up the beach towards their group of friends. She spent the rest of the night glued to Paul’s side, ignoring Nick’s subtle winks and attempts to get her alone or sidle up next to her at the fireside. But after that night, he had been a perfect gentleman. She never told Paul what had happened that night in the parking lot. As far as she knew, Nick hadn’t told him either. And while she stood in the bridal suite of the local mountain town bed and breakfast, she could only wonder what Nick wanted with her. Deep down though, she knew.

  There was a knock at her door. Rosa reached for her robe, and as she stepped into it, she left the tie around her waist slightly loose. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation. Someone pounded on the door again, and she wobbled over towards it on watery knees. Without asking who it was, she flung open the door.

  Nick looked her over. He opened his mouth to say something, but there were no words. With one swift motion he stepped into her room and cradled her smooth face with his large hand. He leaned in to kiss her gently, and shockingly she kissed him back! She tasted like berries and smelled like baby shampoo. The door closed quietly behind him with a soft snap.

  It was a long, tender kiss. She tasted his salty tongue, and the longer he firmly held her, the more and more she forgot that she was getting married in an hour.

  Still kissing her, Nick slipped a hand under her robe near her shoulder. The pink robe fell softly to the floor to reveal her bridal lingerie ensemble and red garter belt. Nick glanced down at her body, and then took off his tuxedo jacket. She stood quietly watching him, her eyes hooded and sleepy. When he was completely shirtless, she stroked his hard muscular chest and gazed up at him almost apologetically.

  “Nick, I’m getting married…today.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m here now. I don’t want…to stop you. But I don’t want to stop this. I had to have you, Rosa. I’m sorry I didn’t have the balls to tell you the truth before. I had to have your hot body.” He kissed her hard before she could protest, and his strong arms encircled her waist. She melted into his kiss and then struggled free.