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

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Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later.

I surprised my wife with a weekend to the beach. I furnished the room with enough booze and mix to make some interesting drinks and convinced her to stay in the first night because I was a bit tired from driving. We get in our tent and I roll out our double sleeping bag and we both get in together. After a while of laying there my wife starts to shiver. So, my fantasy of us making love in front of someone became me watching her make love to someone else.

I’m imagining that thong under her skirt as I follow her inside, my eyes glued to her booty the whole time. We’re shown our booth and she scoots up next to me, intoxicating me with her warmth. My hands almost immediately creep to her thighs, savoring the short skirt, but she moves my hand away every time I get a little too explorative. We say goodbye to the kids and the babysitter and climb into the car. As I drive, I can’t help but notice her skirt slipping higher, a little mind game she’s playing with me despite her acting innocently oblivious She complained about everything: the music, venues, us. We ‘hadn’t gone to enough trouble’ for her Big Night, apparently. We barely spoke – although I made sure she wasn’t too drunk – but she did say, ‘I’ve never wanted anything more’.

When your wife is out of town, your hot younger neighbor drops by to show you what it means to have the best of both worlds. I’ve thankfully never been on a hen do. But I did once have a very fun night because of someone else’s. 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. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!In answer, she steps out of the bathroom with a twirl, her short skirt flowing out (and up) to reveal a tremendous amount of thigh. “How do I look?” she asks, smiling.

My wife caught me rubbing my ** thru my robe and that actually got her **. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.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. That went on for a few minutes and then he pulled out, gently pushed her over on the bed and slide her skirt up to her hips.