Naughty Wives: 9 Sexy Stories in 1: Erotica Short Stories, Vol. 29 (Taboo Bundle)

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He kneeled half way on the bed and lowered his head till he had his face in her cunny. He pulled her ** to the side and began to give her head. She was moaning loud enough for me to hear her outside the wall. I was worried the kids might hear her. Here is a guy eating my wife's ** and I am worrying about the kids hearing the sounds of their **.

She complained about everything: the music, venues, us. We ‘hadn’t gone to enough trouble’ for her Big Night, apparently. With that, she slips out of the booth, and I get to see the slightest hint of cheek as she stands up. Like magnets, my eyes attach to the swaying of her skirt as she walks away.I feel her forehead and she’s burning up. I tell her that she may have a fever and that we should probably go home. She looks bummed, but eventually gives in and I get her up and take her to the car. Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. She was fast asleep. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was too wired and too turned on. So I WhatsApp’d him again. And told him to call me.

I would’ve got away with it had it not been for a good male friend (man hen?) who enjoyed my stupidity, and felt it appropriate that two weeks before getting married – arguably a gross act of stupidity – was the very time to celebrate being a massive prat.My favourite hen night, though, was one where I was good enough to be invited to the hen party — but not good enough to be invited to the wedding. I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it. Yes, I'm still creating story-based and fantasy content for adults. You can find new tales free here:

I awoke at 6pm in my house. In just my bra, pants and t-shirt — sweating, confused, and curious as to the whereabouts of the rest of my clothes and shoes. The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days. But there have been a couple of crossed wires with the thrill seekers who have expected a bit more than just some pics from their sessions with Helen.MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her **, ate her till she climaxed. My friend went to bed — and me and this man kept messaging. I decided this wasn’t cool so I said goodnight to him and got in my friend’s bed with her.