by Anya Aurelie
Cheating Wife Stories
Box set #1–3
(Rough MMF threesome, domination, and group play with a reluctant young housewife)
#1: Frat Party Entrance Fee
#2: Earning Her Reward
#3: Dinner Party Trade
By
Anya Aurelie
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Aurelie
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#1: Frat Party Entrance Fee
Ashley was bored — and horny. Her husband was on a work trip this weekend, and she was all alone. Ashley loved her husband, but in the 10 short months they’d been married, she had quickly realized that they were not as well-suited to one another as she had originally thought. For one, she needed to be fucked roughly, while Mike was delicate with her, as though she would break.
But damn if she would ever allow her mom the satisfaction of being right about their marriage.
“You’re too young to get married," her mom had said when Ashley had told her she and Mike were engaged the year before. "What's wrong with dating for a while longer, just to make sure it’s right?"
But Ashley and Mike hadn't wanted to wait, and so a few months later, they were married. And now here she was, a 19-year-old stay-at-home housewife, living in the suburbs, running errands and cleaning the house while her husband worked long hours to support them both. She had wanted to get a job too, but Mike had old-fashioned ideas about the way the family should be run. He wanted to support them both, and he wanted Ashley to stay home, even before they had kids. Ashley felt as though she had skipped right over her young adulthood and gone from being a teenager to being middle-aged — she felt settled, secure…and bored.
Ashley sighed. She had been washing dishes at the sink, and now she set down the bowl she'd been scrubbing, turned off the water, and removed her gloves. She was sick of cleaning. It was Friday night! Didn’t she know anyone other than her husband anymore? Wasn’t there someone she could call up? No, she realized. Probably not. All their friends were other couples, and they were really Mike’s friends anyway.
Feeling antsy, Ashley went out onto her front porch and looked around her. Up and down the street, cookie-cutter houses sat on pristine lawns. Expensive SUVs sat in a few of the driveways, though most were tucked safely away into closed garages. It was like the real-life Wisteria Lane out here — without the excitement.
Well, maybe Ashley would make her own excitement. Suddenly inspired, she went inside and threw on some of her old clothes from high school, clothes from before she had needed to present herself as a well-groomed manager's wife. The jeans felt good against her skin, old and familiar. She pulled out a tank top, admiring her figure in the mirror. She looked like she could be a college student. Part of her wished she'd gone that route, as her mom had insisted.
Ashley put on makeup, turning her lips bright red, slipped into a pair of comfortable, casual, yet sexy low heels, and almost before she could stop herself went outside and got into her car. She didn't even know where she was going, she just knew she had to go. She needed to do something new, something different, something to break up the routine. She needed to feel like a person again, not just a wife. And with Mike out of town all weekend, he would never even have to know.
She found herself driving out of the suburban neighborhood into town. Without thinking, she turned down a road that led into the city's college campus. Two young women were talking and laughing, wearing backpacks, looking as though they were on their way home from class. A couple of men were lazily throwing a football around on the lawn in front of an old, beautiful stone building. A few others were sitting on the grass, having a picnic.
Ashley began daydreaming. She imagined herself among these students, her friends, no worries or cares in the world. She imagined herself going to class, doing homework, living in a dorm or sorority house. She imagined sneaking drinks with older friends who bought her alcohol. She imagined being a slut, sleeping with whoever she wanted, whenever. Exploring her sexuality. She wondered if that's what life would be like for her if she had never met Mike. It was a fun fantasy.
Ashley kept driving. She was moving away from the academic buildings and toward student housing. There were a few apartment buildings that were clearly dominated by students, and then she got to a row of frat houses.
Frats were a totally new thing for Ashley. Having never been to college, the only thing she knew about frats was what she had seen in movies. She didn't know if her impression was accurate, but she had always been a little bit curious about these groups of young men living together. It sounded sexy. She had heard stories of things that frat brothers had done, such as sharing women, and the thought turned her on, though she herself had always been a good girl who would never engage in something like that. She was curious, though.
On a whim, Ashley stopped her car and got out. She began walking up the road, looking around. She realized that she looked like a student, and that most people would never guess that she was not. She enjoyed blending in, trying on this new life that she could have had, had things gone differently.
It was Friday evening, and she began wondering what she would do on a Friday night if she were a student. Probably she would go to a party, meet up with friends. She would get drunk, maybe go home with a strange guy. With a pang of guilt, she realized that sounded like a lot of fun.
Continuing her fantasy in her mind, she noticed that the frat she was walking by, a huge old house with Greek letters on a banner on the front, had its front gate and doors open. A few people were milling around in the yard, and as she watched, a couple of men wheeled a keg in, setting it down on the lawn.
Ashley got excited. Was there a frat party going on here tonight? Frat parties were something she had only imagined. She wondered if she could get away with pretending to be a student in more than just her own mind. Cautiously, she wandered through the open gate into the big yard. A couple of the guys glanced up at her, but no one seemed to pay much attention. No one seemed to suggest that she was out of place, or seemed to think that she was not allowed here.
Feeling bold, she walked up the front steps of the house and went inside. As soon as she done it, she almost couldn't believe her audacity. Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't stop looking around, sure that she was going to get caught any moment.
But she didn't. Instead, a couple of blonde women approached her. "What sorority are you in?” one asked her eagerly.
"Oh," Ashley stumbled, "I actually…" She tried to think quickly. "I'm actually here visiting my sister. She's in one of the sororities, but I can't remember which one. She asked me to meet her here."
Scared, she looked at the young women, hoping they wouldn't question her further.
"That's so cool!" squealed one of them. "I wish I had had an older sister to initiate me into her sorority. It would have
been so much easier having an in like that."
Ashley nodded, relieved. "Well, let's get you something to drink while you look around for her," the other said said. Soon someone had thrust a cup full of beer into her hand. Ashley wondered what Mike was doing right now on his business trip. Probably out with the other men in the company, pretending to be older than he was. Pretending to be in charge.
Ashley took the cup and began wandering around the rooms of the frat house. More and more people were starting to arrive, and she relaxed as she realized that no one was suspicious of her presence. Ashley hid her purse in a safe-looking corner behind some furniture, and started talking to some of the other people at the party. She made up a backstory for herself, talking about her classes and the frustrations of dorm life. This was fun.
When her cup was empty, she looked around for the keg. Remembering that she had seen the two men wheeling it into the front lawn, she stepped outside. Indeed, a crowd was gathered around a keg in the yard. Ashley joined the crowd, not caring that she was being pushed and prodded by the group. She felt someone rub against her ass, but she just giggled. The alcohol was starting to get to her. She didn't drink very often, and knew she was a lightweight.
When she finally reached the front of the keg line, a burly frat guy was standing there, pouring the drinks.
"If I fill up your cup, what are you going to give me in return?" he asked with a cocky smile.
"What?" Ashley asked, surprised.
"Let me squeeze your breasts," he demanded.
"Is that the going rate for everyone?" she asked.
"For the women, yeah," he said arrogantly, looking her up and down.
She could feel her nipples tingle under her shirt, getting hard. Damn, she was horny. That didn’t count as cheating, right? Just one squeeze on her breasts? Brave now, she said, “Okay then, one squeeze for a beer." She stuck her chest out toward him.
The guy reached out and squeezed one tit and then the other, flicking her nipples with his fingertips as he did. He nodded in approval and reached for her cup. When he had filled it, she headed back toward the house. Two guys were standing in the doorway now, one blond and the other with dark hair, and they stopped her as she tried to go into the house, putting a hand up to prevent her from passing.
“Whoa whoa, there," one of them said. "I don't recognize you. Are you on the list?"
Ashley froze. List? "No," she began falteringly, "I'm supposed to meet my sister here? She's in a sorority." Her story sounded less convincing now than it had earlier, and the guys seemed to think so too.
"What sorority is she in?" one of them challenged.
"I don't know," Ashley said.
"Then you'll just have to call her and get her to come out and find you. If she's on the list, you can go in with her, but otherwise you need to be on the list yourself."
Feeling herself flush with embarrassment, Ashley said, "I…I think her phone is dead." She tried to think fast. It sounded false even to her own ears.
The guys shrugged. They turned their attention away from her and toward others who had gathered behind her. She stepped out of the way as students gave their names to the man, feeling more and more desperate by the second. Her purse was in there! And perhaps equally as important, this was the first time she had felt young and alive since marrying Mike. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, but it persisted. She wanted to go back into that party. She wanted to pretend, just for one night, that she had not gotten married so young, that she was a normal student like every other 19-year-old around her.
When the crowd had cleared, all of the students happily heading into the party, chattering and laughing, she turned back to the guys at the door. "I really need to get back in there," she said. "I left my purse in there. Isn't there any way I can get back in?" She could tell the desperation was seeping into her voice, but she didn't care.
The men looked her up and down, their eyes lingering on her full breasts and thin waist. "There's only one other way into this party, but you're not going to like it," one of them said.
"Please, I'll do anything. I just need to get back in."
The two looked at each other, then stood up. One of them stuck his head into the house and yelled out, “Hey John, can you cover for us for a little while?"
Another young man appeared in the doorway. "Sure," he said.
The two guys motioned to Ashley to follow them inside. She had no idea what their plan was. Rather than leading her back into the main room where most of the party was taking place, they let her up a stairway near the entrance. Following behind them up the stairs, she realized they were leading her toward the bedrooms. At the top of the stairs, one of them opened a door and she followed them both inside. He shut the door again behind them. It looked like what she imagined a typical dorm room would look like, except that a large flag hung on the wall with the fraternity’s lettering on it. She wished she knew the Greek alphabet. She didn't even know what frat this was.
Nervously, she asked, “Okay, what do you want from me?"
One of the guys, the one with dark hair, unfastened his pants and unzipped them, shoving them down to the ground along with his boxers. His cock was fat and long, much bigger than Mike's, and it was fully hard in front of her.
"You know what to do," he said, smiling. "I bet you're a good little cocksucker."
Ashley felt her panties getting moist with the thought, but she had made a promise to Mike. No matter her regrets about getting married too young, she could not cheat on her husband.
“I can't do that," she said, regretful.
"I thought you said you would do anything," the blond one said. How badly do you want to get in?"
Almost as badly as she wanted the cock in front of her, Ashley thought. But what about her vows? What about the house Mike provided for her, the food he fed her, the protection he provided her? No, she couldn't do this to him. No matter how much she wanted it.
"Isn't there any other way? I left my purse downstairs, and I just… I just want to hang out here for a while."
They both shook their heads, an expression on their faces that seemed to suggest they deeply regretted it, but that their hands were tied. There was just nothing they could do. Rules were rules. She knew it wasn’t the truth, and almost screamed in frustration. The hard cock was still in front of her face, bouncing slightly as the dark-haired man shook his head.
Well, there was no way she could leave here without her purse. Maybe if she just did a little bit, they would let her in and she could pretend it never happened. After all, it wasn't like she was cheating on Mike on purpose — she was just doing what she had to do to get her purse back.
"Okay," she said. "Just for a minute, and then I’m going downstairs.”
The man with his cock out smiled and nodded. The blond guy sat down on the bed and watched. Slowly, she got down on her knees in front of him as he leaned back against the bed. She leaned forward inch by inch until she was face-to-face with his solid dick. She licked just the very tip of it, tasting his saltiness, and then gingerly licked up toward his body, careful to touch it only with the tip of her tongue.
"That's not going to cut it," the dark-haired guy said, his cock still in front of her face. "Let me show you how it's done." He grabbed Ashley by the back of the head and shoved his cock deep inside her mouth. She felt it fill her mouth, her lips stretching around it.
She was shocked at first, but had to admit that she loved the sensation. She loved being treated like a whore. This was how she wanted to be treated! She wished she could show Mike, explain to him that this was what she wanted from him. Mike was always so gentle with her, treating her like she was about to break. What she really wanted, though, was for him to break her, to split her in two, to shove his cock so far into her that she could hardly stand it. She wanted to be treated like a slut. In short, she wanted to be treated just as this stranger was treating her.
She lapped greedily at his cock, and he pulled her head on and off
of it, forcing it in and out of her mouth. She knew her panties were getting soaked, and given how horny she had already been earlier tonight, she imagined that it would take a good, long time to satisfy herself when she got back home tonight. She thought of her trusty vibrator, sitting in the drawer next to her bed. It was definitely going to see some use today.
