Roleplay Gone Wrong
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Roleplay Gone Wrong
Naughty Wives Series 1
by
by Reed James
Copyright © 2014 by Reed James
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Table of Contents
Roleplay Gone Wrong
Naughty Excerpt from “Roleplay Gone Wrong”
Other Naughty Wives Stories
Chapter One: Evie's Naughty Idea
Chapter Two: Working the Street
Chapter Three: Fantasy Fulfilled
Chapter Four: A Naughty Wife
Other Works by Reed James
About the Author
Naughty Excerpt from “Roleplay Gone Wrong”
Other men are lusting after my wife, but she's all mine, he thought, a smile crawling across his broad face. He had to adjust his rock-hard dick so it didn't rub against the metal zipper so painfully. He decided on going commando tonight; ready to fuck his hooker-wife.
He pulled up slowly, rolling down the passenger window. She smiled, leaning in, popping a big piece of pink gum. “You lookin' for a good time, sugar?” she purred. Her voice had a sultry, yet bored, tone to it, nothing at all like her normally warm dulcets.
“I sure am,” Frank answered. “How much for a date.”
“Twenty for a BJ,” she purred, popping her gum again. The minty scent tingled in his nostrils.
“How much to let me do whatever I want?”
She leered, eying his crotch. “A hundred and fifty and you can use me in whatever, nasty ways you can think of, sugar.”
“Deal,” he answered. “Get in.”
“Uh-uh, you pay up front, sugar.”
Frank pulled out his wallet. He had two hundred in cash in there. He hadn't been sure how much his wife was going to charge, and wanted to be ready. He counted out $160. “You got change?”
“ 'Fraid not, sugar. Think of it as a tip.” Evie popped her gum, leaning deeper into the car so he could get a good look down her cleavage. Her breasts strained to against the bustier, wanting to spill free. “Don't worry, you'll get your money's worth.”
He took the money, wading it up, and shoved his hand into her bustier and gave her tit a nice squeeze, leaving the twenties behind. She stood up, pulling the money out, and quickly counted it. What a nice touch, he thought. Smiling, she slipped it back into her bustier and opened the door, sliding in. His hand instantly went to her thigh, dipping beneath her skirt.
“Go around this motel,” she pointed. “There's a nice alley that's very private.”
“Why don't you start sucking my cock, whore?”
Grinning, she spat out her gum and stuck it into his ash tray, then she stroked his hard bulge as he eased back into traffic. His zipper came down with a metallic rasp and his cock popped out like a pink snake leaving its hole. He almost missed the turn as her magnificent mouth engulfed his cock, her tongue rapidly twirling about the tip as she sucked.
“Christ, you're good, whore,” he moaned.
He turned into the ally. It was dirty, trash lining the corners, blown in by the wind. Six or seven large, green dumpsters, their exterior paint chipped and the exposed metal rusting away, lined a high, wooden fence on the left and on the right was the brown, peeling facade of the Beaver Motel. He parked between a pair of dumpsters, using them to shield his car from the street.
She sucked harder, slowly working her mouth up and down on his cock. He reclined back in his chair, groaning as pleasure surged inside him. Adrenaline pumped through his blood, heightening the pleasure. The thrill of his wife pretending to be his cheap whore and the risk that they could get caught at any moment, added a spice to her blowjob that was quickly bringing his balls to a boil. He didn't want too cum so soon, but he couldn't help it.
It was all so exciting.
The load rap on the window caused Frank to jump and Evie to bolt upright.
Fear chilled his body like an icy breeze, and his cock wilted like a thirsty plant beneath the desert sun. Standing at the passenger door was a police officer peering into the window. A big man, ebony skin, his face stern as a statute. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes, making him seem even more intimidating; an implacable, unfeeling, law enforcement machine.
“Step out of the car, miss,” he ordered sternly.
Flushing, Evie gave him a worried glance, then opened the passenger door and slid out as he quickly tried to put his cock away. The cop eyed her up from head to toe as she stood before him. Was that a smile playing on his lips? He looked again, and the cop's face was still stern, implacable. Must have been my imagination.
He put his dick away and opened the car door.
“Sir!” barked the cop. “Stay in the car!”
Frank froze beneath the power of the cop's tone, demanding his complete compliance and hinting at dire consequences if he didn't obey.
“Uh, yes officer,” Frank answered. “This is just a misunderstanding.”
“What part about catching a woman sucking your dick did I misunderstand?” the cop asked. “Was she performing first aid on you. A little mouth-to-cock resuscitation?” He laughed like he just said the funniest joke in the world.
“It's not what it looked like,” Frank continued.
“Really? You're not a john paying some piece of trash hooker to blow you in an alley?”
“I am his wife,” Evie piped in. “We were just having some harmless fun.”
The cop laughed. “Well that's a first. I've never heard a hooker try that lie before. Hands against the car, cupcake.”
“I'm not a hooker,” his wife protested as she placed her hands on the hood, her short, tartan skirt rising up her sleek thighs as she bent over. “Please, mister...”
“Connoly,” he answered. “Officer Connoly.”
“I'm Evie Reynolds, and that's my husband, Frank Reynolds. I'm not a prostitute!”
The cop frisked Frank's wife; his large, dark hands roaming over her body as she trembled, bracing herself against the silver Lexus. “If you're not a prostitute, cupcake, then why did I see you standing on the corner showing your very ample body to passing cars. Then you accepted money from this man, and when I followed the two of you, I caught you sucking his dick. Seems pretty cut and dry to me.”
The cop's hand suddenly shoved into her bustier and shock spread on his wife's lips, then Frank heard her sigh, a throaty sound he's heard many times in their bedroom. No. I must have heard her wrong. That must have been an indignant sigh. Anger boiled inside Frank. How dare he grope my wife while pretending to search her!
“You keep your hands to yourself,” Frank yelled. “I'll report you for sexual harassment!”
“Frank, don't make things...” her words were cut off by a sharp, cooing sound that issued from her throat, while delight l
it up her eyes as the cop continued groping his wife. “Don't make things worse!”
The cop's hands came out with the wad of twenties. “This say's you're a hooker, cupcake.”
He shoved his hand down her other bustier, groping her breast as he searched her. A sick feeling bubbled in Frank's stomach. “Hey!” he objected, opening his car door. “That is going way too fucking far!”
“You try to get out of the car one more time, sir, and I'll arrest you, too,” Officer Connolly threatened coldly, his hand still groping her tit. “And it won't be for solicitation. Now I got to search her for any drugs, weapons, or other contraband. So let me do my job, buddy!”
He swallowed, What should I do? Fear clutched at him. He didn't want to get arrested, but the way the cop was treating his wife made his blood run cold. Fuck it! This guy's going too far. He didn't care about getting arrested; his wife needed him.
“Hmm, you're pretty good at that!” Evie moaned. Frank was shocked to hear the lust in his wife's voice, and his arm froze as he reached for the door handle.
“You like the feel of my hand, whore?” the cop chuckled, pulling it out along with her breast. Her pink nipple was hard and she wiggled her hips. To Frank, it looked like she was pressing her ass back into the cop's crotch.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Naughty Wives Stories
Naughty Wives 2: Naughty Wife's Surprise
Naughty Wives 3: Cuckolding the Cheat
Naughty Wives 4: Swinging at the Keys
Naughty Wives 5: Bored Wife's Fun
Naughty Wives 5: Naughty Wife's Plan
Under His Boss's Desk
Hot Tub Romp
Fingered Next to My Husband
A Submissive Bride
Chapter One: Evie's Naughty Idea
Frank wolf whistled when Evie stepped out of the bathroom.
She wore a slinky negligee – deep maroon with a black lace trim – he hadn't seen before; a hungry look on her face. He instantly knew she had thought of some new, kinky game for them to play. She smiled, a sultry curl to her full, lush lips – just begging to be kissed – causing dimples to appear in her flushed cheeks. After thirteen years of marriage, he still found her beautiful, with her sparkling, blue eyes, and raven-black hair that framed her round face.
They had married shortly after college and he loved her even more today than when they first met. Even as his love for her deepened, their sex life had cooled. Things just became stale. There were only so many positions to try after thirteen years. So a few years ago they started roleplaying to add an extra spice to their life.
It was tame stuff at first. The sort of games that could be played in the safety of their own home: the naughty nurse giving her patient a sponge bath, the bored housewife and the repairmen, the stripper at the bachelor party, and then the he was the stripper at the bachelorette party. His wife's favorite was the cop letting a prostitute off the hook in exchange for sexual favors. Evie was a social worker, and she spent hours helping women to get out of prostitution, and Frank discovered during their passionate roleplay that she had a strange fascination with hookers.
The tame roleplaying at home led to more adventuresome play out of the house. They would go to a bar and Frank would pretend to pick her up like she was a barfly, then they'd go home and fuck. Soon that wasn't exciting enough, so they started going to seedy motels, pretending they were cheating on their spouses, and last week they had fucked each other in a bar's men's room.
It was the wildest sex Frank had ever experienced. The thrill of getting caught had been intoxicating. They could hear men moving around the bathroom, while they tried to keep their ever growing passion quiet. Knowing that the only thing separating the two of them from being found out was the thin metal of stall's door had quickly sent his balls to boiling; his orgasm that night had been intense.
“You look sexy,” Frank smiled as she posed for him at the master bath's doorway.
Her blue eyes danced with pleasure and she swayed to the bed, hardening his cock. His eyes fell to the bodice, the pink of her nipples peaking out through gaps in the black lace. The hem fell barely below her crotch, tantalizing him with the hint of the treasure between her thighs.
“You ready for some loving?” she purred as she reached the bed, crawling across like a hungry puma, licking her lips.
“Always, babe,” he answered as her hands rubbed the growing bulge through his cotton pajamas.
She purred as she drew his cock out, her hands stroking life into him; he responded eagerly. She rolled her thumb across the tip, smearing precum around his sensitive head, pleasure flashing through him lightning.
She made a throaty groan, a predatory cat hungry for her prey. “What have you got for your kitty tonight?”
“Some creamy milk,” Frank answered. “My naughty kitty just has to work for it.”
Evie's grin was large, feline, her blue eyes twinkling with lust. “While your kitty's working for her creamy milk, why don't you pet her?” she asked, rubbing her cheek like a cute cat against the tip of his cock. Precum gleamed silvery on her, a strand momentarily connecting his dick to her face before it snapped.
“Sound's good. I love petting my kitty.”
Evie flipped around, straddling Franks face. She wore no panties beneath her negligee, and her treasure – barely concealed by a neatly trimmed, black bush – descended to his face. Juices glistened on her fur, dripping from her thick, pink lips and he could smell her wonderful scent—a spicy, heady aroma that he still loved even after thirteen years of marriage.
“I love it when you pet me,” she purred as he took his first lick across her vulva, gathering a thick coating of her creamy juices into his mouth.
Frank had heard that some men wouldn't go down on a woman, and he couldn't understand that. He loved every part of his wife's pussy: from her small clit that had to be coaxed out of its hood like a shy maid out of her panties, to her thick labia that would rub wonderfully against his lips as he dug his tongue deep into her hole. He loved to spread open her petals and stare down into her pink depths, then plunge his tongue in deep and fuck her with it like a mini-cock.
And he loved to dine at her buffet.
As he went to work on her pussy, her lips and tongue were busy on his cock. She started with small licks, very cat-like, focusing on the ridge around the mushroom-like tip. Every time her tongue flicked across the tip, pleasure knifed through him. Then that wonderful moment came when her lips engulfed him. She sucked hard and his cunnilingus brought gasps and moans of delight muffled by his cock.
That was the best part of sixty-nining with her. As he ate out her cunt and drove her wild, her moans became more passionate and loud, vibrating about his cock as she bobbed her head. One more delightful sensation that added to the cornucopia of her sucking mouth and wiggling tongue.
His hands found her ass, still tight despite turning thirty-five last month. She worked out everyday, keeping herself in great shape for him. He felt bad; his job kept him too busy, and he was losing the war against his expanding waist. “Just more of you to love,” Evie would joke, or sometimes she would grab his love handles while they were making love, and giggle, “Something for me to hold onto.”
He explored her wonderful firm ass, squeezing her cheeks as his tongue feasted on her pussy, savoring every spicy drop of her ambrosia. He slid his fingers down into her crack, searching for her rosebud. She sucked harder when he found her puckered anus, gently teasing it with his finger. He pressed and her sphincter resisted for a moment, before it parted and his finger buried into her asshole.
She exploded.
Juices poured into his hungry lips and a loud, muffled yowl hummed around his cock, adding wonderful vibrations and bringing Frank closer and closer to his own climax. He worked his finger in and out of her anus as his tongue went to town on her clitoral hood. The little pink bud sprouted forth and he sucked his lips about it, driving Evie into another spasm of rapture.
“Shit, Evie,” he groaned. “Gonna cum!”
His balls were boiling over; the pressure in them too high to be contained any longer. She quickly slid her mouth up his cock until only the tip remained between her lips as his semen thickly flooded her lips. Frank groaned, thrusting his hips up as the tense pleasure flashed through his entire body. Then he relaxed, panting, and enjoyed the afterglow.
Evie cuddled up next to him and nuzzled his cheek. “You were wonderful,” she purred, licking at his lips. She always enjoyed cleaning her juices up afterward. While she licked, her hand found his softening cock, gently stroking him.
“So, what do you have in mind, Evie?” he asked her.
A look of pure innocence appeared on her face. Frank didn't buy it one bit. “Maybe I just wanted to give my husband a good time.”
Frank leveled a flat look at her. “And that's why you bought a new nighty? It has nothing to do with the fact that you thought of some sexy, new way for us to have fun?”
Her grin turned wicked. “I had the most deliciously naughty idea,” she whispered in his ear, her breath warm; her tongue lightly grazed his earlobe as she talked. His cock began to respond to her lazy strokes. He felt like they were back in college, lying in his dorm after an hour spent making love. Evie would stroke him and had whisper naughty things in his ear to have gotten him ready for round two.
It had been years since Frank's cock had been able to be ready this fast. But tonight she was just so damned sexy; transformed into a succubus by whatever naughty idea bubbled inside her head. Frank felt his second wind rising along with his cock.
“What?” he croaked as pleasure tumbled through his body.