by Reed James
She stood her ground, glaring at him, her chest heaving and her blood screaming through her veins. “You're blaming me? You son of a bitch! You cheating asshole! Don't you dare try and blame me! I loved you, Frank. If you wanted to fuck Grace, you just had to ask. You didn't have to screw her behind my back! Asshole!”
His eyes bulged with rage. “I know you were with him last night! I know you had your whore cunt wrapped around his cock!”
“I was with Grace last night!”
“Bull shit!”
“You've never trusted me, have you? Ever since Officer Conn—”
“Don't say his name! I know how you lust after him. He's the cock you wanted! The cock you fucked last night! Goddamn, whore!”
“Oh, I wanted to fuck him!” she hissed, wanting to claw his heart to shreds. “I wanted his big, Black dick inside my pussy! I wanted to cum on that big shaft! But I didn't fuck him, you jealous asshole!”
“Don't lie to me! I'm not an idiot! I know you were with him! I saw your fucking texts! Get the fuck out of here! I can't stand they sight of you! Get your dirty, filthy body out of my sight and go back to your fucking lover!”
“I will!” she snarled. “I'm going to go and fuck him and cum harder than you ever made me! Enjoy your tart!”
She slammed their bedroom door, tears pouring down her cheeks. She couldn't think. Couldn't breath. An anger so strong, burning as fierce as her love, consumed her. Every beat of her heart was agony.
“I'm a whore?” she snarled, snatching her phone and purse as she fled through the kitchen. “I'll show you a whore, bastard!”
She threw herself into her Audi, jabbing the key into her ignition, flooring the engine and backing down the driveway with a reckless rage, not bothering to look. She peeled down the street, gray smoke billowing in her wake.
“I'll show him! I'll hurt him! He doesn't want me fucking Officer Connoly. He's jealous of his big, Black dick! Oh, I'll love that dick! I'll be the cop's whore! Never Frank's again!”
She grabbed her phone and dialed the cop's number.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Frank felt dead inside, his anger burned out, leaving only bitter ashes. He unhooked Grace from the spreader bar and untied her wrists. She stretched, smiling like a satisfied cat after she spat out the ball gag. How could she be so pleased after what just had happened? She reached out, touching his shoulders.
“Forget her,” she purred. “I'm here. Let's have some more fun.”
“Get out,” he whispered. His marriage was over. How could she ever forgive him for calling her a whore? How could he ever forgive her for cheating on him?
“Don't be that way. We can still have a lot of fun tonight.”
Almost fourteen years of marriage shattered, and Grace sounded please.
“Out!” he growled.
Her mouth nuzzled at his neck, her large breasts pressing into his back. “I don't think you should be alone.”
She tried to wrap her arms around him. He seized her wrist, pulling away, ignoring her wince of pain, and fixed his eyes on her. She shrugged, ripping her hand from his grip and sliding off the bed. “Whenever you're looking to have some fun,” she smiled, grabbing her clothes, “Give me a call. We can play some more. I'll even let you tie me up again.”
He lay on the bed, sprawling out, not bothering to watch her leave. He grabbed Evie's pillow, pulled it to him. He could smell that scent that was his wife, breathing deeply, wishing she was here and glad she wasn't.
Trust had been shattered. Things would never be the same.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Officer Connoly grinned, his eyes hungry, when he opened the door. Evie didn't hesitate, she threw herself at him, wanting to drown her pain with passion. He barely gave a grunt of surprise before her lips found his, thrusting her tongue inside him as she pressed her body against his solid frame.
Last night she had denied herself. What an idiot she had been. She poured her anger into the kiss, melting her body against his. The cop's strong, dark hands found her back, sliding down to squeeze her ass clad in white skirt and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut, then he shoved her against the hard wood. He wasn't gentle.
She didn't want gentle.
“Fuck me!” she moaned as he pulled her loose blouse over her head, his hands squeezing her breasts through her red bra. “Make me cum! I'm wet for you!”
“All you White girls love my big, Black dick,” he laughed. “Glad you finally ditched that loser husband.”
His words twisted inside her. “Don't talk about him,” she hissed. “Rip my skirt off and fuck my pussy!”
“Yes, ma'am,” he grinned, his dark eyes boring into hers. His dark hands ripped her skirt off her ass and thighs. He grabbed her thong, pulling on the waistband.
“Rip it off,” she moaned. “Treat me like a whore! Fuck me like you fucked Grace!”
“I wished it was you I was fucking,” he grinned. “Been thinking about you since that night.”
“I'm yours!” she moaned.
The thong bit into her flesh as he ripped, stinging before it tore away and her drenched pussy was exposed to the cool air. Her hands found his belt and jeans, freeing his cock with skill. She pulled out his dark shaft, stroking it. Frank didn't want her fucking this cock. The bastard! She would rub it in his face how much she burned for the cop's cock.
The door shook and the lock rattled as he drove into her, slamming her against the hard wood. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, held up by his strong hands squeezing her ass. She ripped his short open, buttons popping, exposing that flawless, dark chest, her hands stroking his hard muscles as he pounded her pussy.
Hot, liquid heat roared inside her, waves stabbing through her, triggered every time his cock buried into her pussy. She moaned, writhing against his Black dick, her White pussy squeezing down on him, savoring every inch of the steel reaming her. His lips found her neck, sucking hard, claiming her. She wasn't Frank's any longer.
A flash of her husband's face twisted in passion as he made love to her, flooded her mind, twisting her heart. She drove it away, concentrating on her new lover and the inferno his cock ignited inside her.
“I love White pussy!” he hissed in her ear. “Love to feel it wrapped around my big, Black dick!”
“Yes!” she screamed, her fingernails biting into his flesh. Her orgasm neared, burning like a hot iron inside her. “Make me forget! Make me cum so hard I never want another cock!” Make me forget Frank's dick!
“Yes, ma'am!” he growled.
His thrust grew harder, the door flexing and banging with the strength of his thrust, her back crushed against it. Her head tossed as the rapture grew and built, screaming pleasure through her veins. Her hips humped harder, bucking into him, grinding her clit against his hard flesh.
She didn't need that bastard. She had this stud to fuck her. The fires burned hot, consuming her flesh in rapture. She writhed against the hard door, her thighs squeezing around his cock. She cried out as her passion overcame her. Stars swam before her eyes. Her mind was lost, her pain forgotten in that moment of perfect bliss.
Then the pain crashed back in. Frank buried in Grace's cunt.
“I need to cum again!” she moaned. “Harder. Make me lose my mind!”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He pulled away, forcing her to stand again, her legs unsteady as her orgasm tingled in her limbs. His strong hand grabbed her dark hair, pulling her away from the door into his living room. She needed this. She'd needed to be the whore. Officer Connoly threw her forward, her legs hitting the edge of the couch and she fell over it, presenting her ass to him.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he grinned. “You have one nice ass, for a White girl.”
“Fuck me!” she moaned. “I need it.”
“Gonna get me a piece of that ass!”
Perfect. She reached behind her, spreading her cheeks open, winking her brown asshole at him. “Do it! Fuck me! I'm a dirty whore!”
“T
he dirtiest whore,” he laughed.
He spanked her ass.
I don't want to hear your lies, whore!
The cop's cock speared her ass just like Frank had that day this all started, bent her over the hood of his car in that alley. She had been a whore then, too. She had started all this mess that day when she let this cop have his way with her. Pleasure roared through her and pain burned as the cop thrust hard. She deserved this. It was all her fault. If they had never roleplayed her fantasy that night, none of this would have happened. She had broken their marriage that day. It had just taken time for it to fully shatter. All she had wanted to do was live out her fantasy and to let Frank live out his, and this was the consequence.
“Take my cock, White girl!” grunted Officer Connoly.
“Harder!” she moaned. “Punish me! I deserve this!”
His cock saw in and out of her, burning delight into her body. Her clit pressed against the rough fabric of the couch's arm, her breasts and hard nipples scrapping across the textured fabric of the cushion as he pounded her, the couch groaning, shifting on the carpet. She buried her face into the cushion, screaming her pleasure and pain.
It all mixed inside her, churning into a monstrous storm of lust and guilt. She wanted to be drowned in the storm surge of pleasure. She wanted to forget it all and lose herself in the bliss of her climax. She never wanted this to end, to face reality. Let her pain stay buried beneath this ecstasy.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she chanted. “Fuck my White ass with your big, Black cock! I'm a whore!”
“Such a goddamn whore with a fucking tight pussy!”
His words shot straight to the churning maelstrom and unleashed it.
She screamed into the couch cushion. Her ass bore down on his thrusting cock, pain and pleasure roaring through her. Her mind was driven clear of everything but those wonderful sensations flooding her brain with sweet endorphins.
Frank's face appeared in her mind, smiling, his dark eyes so loving.
“Shit!” grunted Officer Connoly as his cum flooded her ass with warmth.
“Frank,” she whispered, her body shuddering. The pain crashed into her. “It's all my fault.” The tears were hot.
“What?” the cop grunted, pulling out of her.
“He cheated on me,” she sobbed. “I came home and he was fucking Grace.”
“The slut I fucked last night?”
She nodded, sliding on to the couch, her ass burning. “I broke our marriage.”
He slid beside her, putting his arm around her, pulling her to him. “He's the one that cheated.”
“I broke the trust. When I let you fuck me that one time. He didn't have a say in bringing another person into our game. I hurt him that day. I lost some of his trust. I could see it in his eyes sometimes. I tried to ignore it, to pretend that I still had it, but...” Fresh sobs wracked her as the pain filled her soul, drowning her in its turbulent waters.
“Maybe it's for the best,” the cop said, his tone gentle. “Now that he's cheated on you, it's more equal. You can work it out.”
She stiffened. “He said such horrible things. He called me a whore to Grace before he knew I was there. He...he accused me of fucking you last night. Said he read the texts. But we didn't do anything. I just watched!”
“Texts, huh?” The cop was silent for a moment, his dark face still. “You said Grace was there, right?”
Evie nodded.
The cop gave a snorting laugh. “That bitch set you up.”
“What?”
“She texted me with your phone.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, fuck. I left my phone at home and...and I found it in the wrong spot.” A new anger burned inside of her, flaring up like a fire doused in kerosene. “That fucking bitch!” Her fingernails bit into her palms, one snapped; she didn't care. “I am going to make that fucking whore pay!”
I'm going to get my husband back.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
“They really thought they loved each other,” she laughed as she drove her silver Jaguar, the top down, the wind rushing through her fiery hair. Love was just an illusion.
The burning in her ass was worth it as she squirmed on the leather seat of her Jaguar, wincing as she drove over a pothole. Grace hadn't felt this alive in months. Maybe even years. This game with Frank and Evie was so much fun. She never thought their marriage would implode so fast and with such wonderful passion. And being dominated...that was far more fun than she thought it would be. She would definitely have to play the slave for Frank again.
She hoped their divorce was bitter and acrimonious. She'd keep Frank lusting after her, playing the little submissive if she had to, just so she could be around to witness every bit of their pain. There was definitely another few months of amusement left in this game.
Then she'd have to find a new way to relieve her boredom.
To be concluded...
Other Works by Reed James
Check out Reed James's catalog of hot, sexy erotica on Amazon! If you like cheating wives, swinging couples, futanari, or sexy lesbians, the there is a steamy erotica for you!
Naughty Wives Series: Frank and Evie have been married for over ten years and they're sex life has been slowly growing stale. To keep the fire burning, they add sexy roleplaying to the mix. But when their adventures take a turn, Frank and Evie begin to explore an open marriage in this sexy series. But can their relationship survive including other partners?
Roleplay Gone Wrong: Frank and Evie have been married for many years and their sex life has started to cool. Evie has an idea to spice up their marriage, a little harmless roleplay. She’ll be the hooker, he’ll be the john. Everything seems to be going great until a Black cop catches them and Frank finds out just how naughty his wife can be!
Naughty Wife's Surprise: It’s Friday night, and Frank and Evie are looking to have some more fun. Their relationship changed when Frank watched Evie be ravished by a Black cop, and now its Frank’s turn to have some fun. He want’s Evie to find a girl to join in on the fun. One wife is a lot of fun, but two wives can be very naughty, and someone is getting a very exciting surprise!
Cuckolding the Cheat: Frank and Evie are up to more naughty fun, joined by Evie’s best friend Cherry. Ever since Cherry learned that her husband Steve was cheating on her, she’s wanted to watch her husband with another woman. Cherry’s plan is simple: to cuckold her husband with Frank while watching him cheat on her with another woman—Evie. So enjoy as more wives are naughty in this explicit story of marriage, love, and cheating.
Swinging at the Keys: Frank and Evie join the most exclusive swingers club in Seattle and meet Grace, a sexy and beautiful trophy wife who's velvet gloves hides her claws. As she leads the couple through the sexy debauchery of the Key Club she has her own game in mind.
Bored Wife's Fun: Grace sets her plan in motion to break up Frank and Evie. Believing his wife has cheated on him, Frank falls into Grace's clutches, tying her up and spanking the naughty redhead as he vents his anger. When Evie comes home early, Frank's betrayal drives her straight into Officer Connoly's arms as she lets the Black cop ravish her to get back at Frank. Can their marriage survive Grace's game, or will the couple overcome their hurt and remember their love?
Naughty Wife's Plan: Evie has figured out Grace's scheme to destroy her marriage, but is it too late to put the pieces back together? Either way, Evie is going to get back at Grace, luring the woman into a sexual tryst. Little does the trophy wife know that Evie has hidden cameras, planning to capture every part of Grace's infidelity. Will Frank and Evie reconcile and will Grace get what's coming to her? Find out in the conclusion to the Naughty Wives series.
Seducing Straight Women Series: Aurora falls in love at the drop of the hat. Every time a new pretty face catches her eye, she's already forgotten about her last conquest. So when she drunkenly boasts that she can seduce any woman, her friend Samir bets her $10,000 versus her prized motorcycle that she cannot seduce 100 straight women in a year.
The Girl at the Bar: Aurora sometimes feels like she fall in love a hundred times a day. There are just so many beautiful, vivacious, exciting, and wonderful women out there, and she wants to love them all. Like a butterfly, she flits from flower to flower. She only wishes she could stay in love. On New Years Eve she spots Ursula and falls in love. Only one problem: Ursula has a boyfriend.
My Test-Drive Lover: Aurora is back, and looking to sweep another straight women off her feet. And that opportunity arrives in the stunningly gorgeous Ashley, wife of a newly-rich software engineer. Her husband’s looking to buy a new toy, an expensive Ferrari, and she just wants to find someway to relieve the boredom. Aurora has the perfect idea, and takes Ashley on a test drive she’ll never forget!
The Bride At the Shower: When Aurora is invited to a bridal shower, she thinks she's in for a boring night—until she lays on the bride-to-be. Samantha is shy, cute, innocent, and beautiful, and Aurora's in love. By the end of the night, Aurora plans on giving Samantha one amazing bridal gift—a night of passion with a lesbian.
The Librarian In the Stacks: Forthcoming
Two Best Friends: Forthcoming
Serviced by the Barista: Forthcoming
BDSM Love: Helen and Scott explore a domestic domination relationship.
A Submissive Bride: It’s Helen and Scott’s wedding day, and Helen vows to be Scott’s obedient slave, and shows the world by submitting to his desires!
Cheating Wives, Oblivious Husbands: A series of stories about wives having some extra-marital fun right under their husbands' noses.
Fingered Next to My Husband: It’s the first date night since the baby, and Margie’s looking to have a good time with her husband. But when her husband chooses his favorite restaurant and the newest superhero movie, Margie isn’t pleased. But when a handsome stranger sits next to her and starts feeling her leg, Margie’s going to find her own way to enjoy the evening as her husband sits on obvious to the wonderful and naughty things the stranger’s hands are doing to her.
Under His Boss's Desk: When Lisa shows up at her husband's work to have lunch with him, she finds out that he left on a sales call. Luckily, her husband's hunky boss is free to share the meal she has prepared, and so much more. But when Gary returns to the office, she finds herself beneath his boss's desk performing acts she never thought she could.
