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

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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.

You ready, hon?” I ask rather impatiently, and rather unreasonably. My wife doesn’t take that long, and we’ve got plenty of time, but I’m ever vigilant about time. I waste entirely too much time focusing on time.Then they all decided to go to Clapham Grand and I was like, ‘F*** that. No wedding; no me’. So I got myself home. 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.

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 got her drunk and I started probing. She went right along. I think she wanted to get it all out in the open as much as I did. When I first started asking questions she was reluctant but I threw my bomb, the night I stood outside the bedroom window and watched her ** his ** and him ** her.

My wife and I are in our early 40s. Married for 15 years with kids and a "normal" middle class family. My wife is your average soccer mom type with a few extra pounds. I am a business executive who lives in suit and tie. In all outward appearances we are dull and boring. However I confess that every year for the past 5 years on my birthday, I watch my wife get pounded over and over by a massive BBC. Each year she looks for a Mandingo stud blessed with a giant tool that loves married white women and will pound her senseless while I watch. It's truly amazing to watch her in action. If anyone ever knew. Omg. ;) It's almost my birthday.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. I saw a live ** act in Hawaii once years ago, and always had this silly urge to do it myself. My wife was having none of it, but I pestered her and finally got her to agree to do it, but in front of only one guy.