Wives Who Stray: How Far Should I Go?

by C. K. Ralston

  “Oh, oh, fuck, that feels so intense!” Trudy croaked, her body tensing as the maddening tongue circled around and around.

  “I’m an intense lover, sweetie,” Mara whispered, looking up at her with those crazy-hot brown eyes of hers and then adding, “Don’t you know that by now?”

  And then the girl’s mouth, tongue, and lips were all over Trudy’s pussy, sucking, licking, tweaking, and kissing. Trudy screamed and started to come, a firestorm of orgasmic fury roaring through her clit and right up into her throbbing tits.

  Mara seemed to sense it and moved her hands up onto Trudy’s breasts, finding her nipples and tugging at them, never missing a kiss or a lick on the wailing, shivering woman’s pussy. Trudy’s fists tightened around Mara’s colorful locks, holding her mouth in place, groaning, grinding her pussy against the younger woman’s eager lips and tongue.

  “Oh, oh, oh, fuck, it’s lasting so long!” Trudy squealed as she just kept on coming and coming, the power of her climax seeming to increase with each passing second.

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” was Mara’s only comment, as she ate cunt like a wild girl and kept her mouth plastered against her babbling, moaning lover’s exploding pussy…

  ****

  Trudy was half smashed when Niles came up into the bedroom at a quarter after nine that evening. She was lying under just the sheet, the rest of the covers down at her feet.

  “Well, this looks promising,” Niles said, grinning as he slipped out of his suit coat and doffed his tie.

  “You don’t know the half of it, baby,” Trudy said, smiling somewhat drunkenly at her husband, throwing off the sheet to reveal her completely nude body, the remote that controlled the big screen television in their bedroom in her right hand.

  His eyes widened at that, and he got out of his shirt and trousers in record time, kicking off the oxblood-colored brogues he was wearing along the way. Niles dropped his boxers as he came over to the bed, sat down on the edge of it and quickly peeled off his socks—his last article of clothing.

  “Check this out, honey,” Trudy said, clicking the big screen on. “This isn’t great. I’m not good with cutting the different cameras in together like you are, so this is just an hour or so of the raw feed that I transferred onto a disc so that we could watch it together tonight.”

  She gave Niles a crooked, half-in-the-bag smile and whispered, “You can make it all artistic and hot as hell later. But I just wanted you to see what I was up to this afternoon, with Mara.”

  With a little laugh, she said, “After I ran her home at six, I came back and ate a quick dinner and made this disc for you. I drank a bunch of vodkas while I watched it load. And I used my vibrator on my pussy about three times, too.”

  When Niles stared at her in something like shock as she confessed to that, Trudy just shrugged and said, “I couldn’t help it, babe. Just wait until you see what the two of us girls did together on this bed this afternoon.”

  She switched the DVD player on and Niles was treated to the sight of a tall, incredibly statuesque young woman with dark brown hair—that hair shot through with trendy streaks of bright color—standing right in this very bedroom, eagerly pulling off her clothes and getting onto the bed Niles and his wife now lay atop.

  “Is that her?” Niles asked; his voice tight with excitement as he saw Mara’s naked, beautiful young breasts and long, perfect legs. “God, but she’s lovely—what an incredible build she’s got!”

  Trudy came into the frame as Mara was lying back on the bedspread naked; her arms open wide and a huge smile on her pretty face. In moments, Trudy was naked as well and the two of them were making out like crazy atop the big mattress.

  “Holy fuck, but that’s hot!” Niles’s voice was a dry croak of pure arousal as he watched his wife kissing and fondling another woman for the first time. “That video gear I had installed was worth every damned penny!”

  ****

  “Oh, Niles, do it hard, just like that!” Trudy was right on the edge of yet another orgasm.

  Niles, who was on his knees behind her, watching the big screen action as he rammed his hard cock into his wife’s unbelievably juicy cunt again and again, leaned over her hunching body and whispered, “How hard did you come, when she licked you like that, you hot, shameless little bitch!”

  “Soooooo, hard, baby,” Trudy crooned, her pussy fluttering all around Niles cock as it ravaged her depths relentlessly while the two of them watched the Trudy onscreen writhing and wailing underneath the gorgeous Mara’s insatiable tongue and lips.

  “God, God, this is so frigging great I can’t believe it!” Niles chortled as he fucked his wife like a wild man. “You’re fantastic, darling. Just look at you coming with that hot young babe eating you!”

  “Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssssss,” Trudy moaned, starting to come again—in real time—as Niles hammered her. “Oh, fuck, yes, do it—do it to me hard, honey!”

  Niles let out a bellow of pure satisfaction as he started to come in his twisting, squirming, deliriously-ecstatic wife’s pussy, his voice joining hers in a duet of blissful dual release, their eyes fixed on the two naked women mewling out their mutual pleasure onscreen.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  DATING CHASE

  “Why aren’t you gone yet?” Trudy asked Niles the next morning at eight o’clock, as she got ready to drive over to her own office and saw him still in the kitchen, dressed in his bathrobe, sipping a cup of coffee.

  “I called and left Linda a message, saying I’d be in at around ten this morning,” Niles said absently, as though his mind was already elsewhere. “I want to spend a couple of hours this morning cutting some footage from the various cameras together into a really great disc for us to keep in the bedroom, for nights we feel like watching you being a true lesbian slut with that Mara girl.”

  Trudy laughed, embarrassed but happy with his description of her time in bed with Mara. She chided him happily, “Well, don’t blow off the whole day. I know you have things to do.”

  “Oh, I won’t. That quick download you did was pretty fantastic, but I think I can really do something with some of the other footage we have, from some of the cameras you didn’t include on that first disc.”

  Trudy stroked his cheek tenderly with her fingertips and whispered, “You really like this stuff, don’t you, seeing me with other people?”

  “God, it’s like catnip to a cat, babe,” he admitted sheepishly. “I can’t seem get enough of it. I can’t wait to see you in bed with this Jake guy!”

  “Maybe tonight, I’ll let you know later today, okay?”

  He beamed at that thought and she went out the kitchen door, heading for the garage and her BMW.

  ****

  “All week; you have to bartend every night this week?” Trudy said, making no effort to keep the intense disappointment out of her voice as she stared up at Jake, who was standing in the doorway of her cubicle at work.

  Jake shrugged. “The regular guy, Norm, really cut the shit out of his hand on a busted cocktail glass he was washing. He’s having surgery today to repair the sliced tendons and such. I’ll be lucky if he’s back on the job by next week, to tell you the truth, babe.”

  After a moment, he said, “Maybe you could come down some night an visit me? Drinks on the house for you, and sometimes we get pretty slow, the later it gets.”

  He gave her a little leer and whispered, “Maybe we could fit in a quick blowjob or something back in the storeroom.”

  Trudy wrinkled her nose at the thought of that. She liked Jake, and she really liked his big dick. But sucking it off in a “quickie” blowjob in a storeroom—that was not really for her, she realized in that instant.

  She looked up at handsome, studly, fun, wild-man Jake, and—somewhat reluctantly—mentally placed him in the same category she reserved for her old boyfriend from high school, Bobby Barilla.

  Jake was just a little too much sometimes. He wanted her to do things that seemed okay to daredevil Jake—things that an equally crazy-hot
girl like Mara would have done in an instant—but which were just a bit too far “out there” for Trudy to want to take part in.

  A hot make out session in the back of her car, with her getting fingered to a fiery climax and Jake getting a steamy blowjob, was fine. Their wild three-way with Mara had been incredible.

  But her dropping by to belt down free booze in a dive bar and then blow him in a cramped storeroom—that just didn’t sound at all alluring to her.

  I’m not sucking him off in some dumpy, dusty storeroom, not after all of the fun I had yesterday in the comfort of my own bedroom with Mara, and later, with Niles. No blowjobs in backrooms for me, thank you very much!

  “We’ll see how the week goes,” she told him at last, realizing that he was waiting for an answer. “I might have to do some things after work with Niles this week. There are several important cocktail parties going on that I may have to accompany him to, for business.”

  Jake looked slightly crushed. He said, “Yeah, I can see where meeting a lot of famous people and schmoozing with them would beat out sitting around in a bar like the one I work in.”

  “I may still be able to make it by one night, we’ll see,” Trudy said, just to mollify him, knowing as she said it that she probably wouldn’t.

  The phone on her desk rang and she pounced on it, grateful for the interruption. Sure enough, as she picked it up, a slightly despondent-looking Jake exited her cubicle and headed back across the office to his own.

  “Trudy Reed, how may I help you?”

  “Hey, Trudy, this is Chase,” the low, masculine, very sexy-sounding voice on the other end of the line said. “I was wondering if I you might be free for dinner tonight, like we talked about last week?”

  Trudy felt a jolt of excitement race through her. Just because Jake was unavailable for naughty fun and games this week, that didn’t necessarily mean that she and Niles and all of that pricey electronics gear they owned had to be sidelined until he was free again, now did it?

  “Well, I think that sounds wonderful,” she all but purred into the receiver, remembering how hot Chase’s lips had felt against hers last week, when they’d made out in that parking lot for long minutes.

  She also remembered how hard he’d gotten and how nice his cock had felt up against her belly. Smiling hugely, she whispered, “Let me check my schedule and make sure. Can you call me back again, just after lunch, and I’ll let you know then?”

  “That would be super,” Chase said enthusiastically. “I’ll try you in the office, and if you’re out, I’ll try your cell.”

  “Talk to you then, Chase, darling,” she said breathily, hanging up.

  In seconds, she had her cell out of her purse and was speed-dialing Niles at his office number. To her shock, Linda, his secretary, said he wasn’t in yet.

  Then she remembered the surveillance gear at home and his wanting to make a new, even hotter DVD out of the Mara footage. She tried his cell and he picked up on the second ring.

  “I have a suggestion, babe,” she whispered. “Why don’t you go into the office right away and get your day arranged so that you can duck home early tonight and get everything set up for a new round of recording?”

  “And just what will I be recording?” Niles voice suddenly sounded higher pitched than normal; she could sense his excitement even over the phone.

  “You remember that hot-looking client of mine I told you about last week, who made out with me in the parking lot at the Vagabond and wanted to have dinner with me this week?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Niles said quickly, “I remember all of it.”

  “Well, I’m thinking about fixing him dinner at our house tonight, and telling him that you won’t be home until late, say around ten o’clock,” Trudy said softly into the phone. “That should give the two of us plenty of time, upstairs together, after dinner, if you get my drift?”

  “Oh, do I ever?” Niles sounded ecstatic.

  “All you have to do is get home early, park your car in the garage and stay out of sight, in the den downstairs, hunched over your control panel, watching us,” his wife whispered. “You have a bathroom in the den, so you won’t have to go out into the main part of the house at all until Chase leaves at ten or so, see?”

  “I’ll grab something to eat on the way home, so that I can get buttoned up in the den and ready for action when the two of you show up,” Niles promised, sounding positively thrilled by the prospect. “Oh, God, Trudy, this is so exciting! I can’t even begin to tell you how much I want to see this!”

  She giggled and then murmured, “And I can’t wait to put on a real show for both you and the cameras tonight, darling. You’ll be editing around the clock for the next day or two, I can guarantee you that!”

  Breaking the connection, she went back to work, wanting to get out of the office early tonight if at all possible. She was anxious to get home and pick up the house just a little, to make sure everything—especially in the master bedroom—was in its place and ready for tonight’s little adventure with sexy Chase!

  ****

  “That was just fabulous,” Chase Sanderson said, finishing the last bite of dinner on his plate.

  He looked around the perfect dining room, at the china cabinet and matching buffet, the just-right carpet, and at the chandelier that hung precisely over the middle of the dining room table where the two of them sat. Picking up his glass of smooth-as-it-could-be, beautifully aged cabernet, he toasted his hostess and said, “A wonderful meal in a great house, prepared and served by a gorgeous woman, what could be better?”

  She reached over and took his free hand, which was on the table near her, and replied, “Let’s finish this wine and then I’d like to give you a tour of the rest of the house, alright?”

  Chase took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, saying, “That sounds great, Trudy. I’d really love to see the upstairs.”

  “That’s the part I’m dying to show you, handsome,” she whispered back and then took a big sip of her wine.

  When she’d swallowed it, she added in a soft, seductive voice, “The master bedroom, especially; I think you’ll love what I’ve done with it.”

  Chase gulped down some wine, his face coloring with embarrassment over her none too subtle mention of getting him in her bedroom. He suddenly seemed too nervous to reply, and Trudy wondered if the man was going to chicken out on her, now that it was almost show-time.

  He was interested, that was obvious, but he’d seemed a bit on edge all evening long, as if being in this house, where she lived with her husband, was unnerving him. Perhaps she should have met him somewhere for dinner after all, and then accompanied him to a hotel for their first time together.

  But then I couldn’t record it for Niles and me to watch later, she thought. I’ll just have to go slow with him and hope for the best. I can see he wants me…

  “What are you thinking about?” He asked the question from out of the blue, clearly wondering about her sudden lack of conversation and the intense expression that had crept onto her face as she thought about the best way to seduce him without making him more nervous than he already was.

  He loves my big breasts, Trudy thought confidently, thinking back on all of the times over the past three years they’d done business together that she’d caught him ogling her cleavage when he thought she wasn’t looking. Let’s give him a closer look at them and see where that leads us.

  Trudy finished her wine. It was the last of the bottle of expensive cabernet they’d shared over dinner.

  And Chase had enjoyed two cocktails, chatting with her in the kitchen, as she’d put dinner together earlier; so when you added those to the wine, he had to be slightly tipsy, she reasoned. That was all to the good, as far as she was concerned.

  Trudy got up from the table and came around to where he was sitting, a big, seductive—she hoped—smile on her face. She said, “Scoot your chair back a little, Chase. You said you really liked the dinner, how about a complimentary kiss for the cook?”


  Grinning happily, he did as she asked and she sat in his lap, her arms going around his neck, his nose scant inches from her cleavage in the low-cut sundress she was wearing. Chase couldn’t help staring briefly at the impressive cleft created by Trudy’s big breasts before he looked up at her face.

  “I’m glad you like them,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. Just before their lips met, she whispered. “Because my girls are just dying to come out and play tonight, Chase, darling—I can’t wait to feel your lips on them!”

  He moaned as their mouths came together, his tongue shooting into her mouth, his arms coming up around her, pulling those lush breasts of hers into his chest as they kissed. Trudy felt her nipples tingle as her hands came up to toy with his hair and her tongue glided against his.

  Got him hooked, she congratulated herself triumphantly, hoping Niles was enjoying the show—there was one camera in the dining room, she remembered, now all I’ve got to do is reel him in.

  That wasn’t going to be difficult to do, she assured herself as the passionate kiss went on. She could feel that impressive cock of his start to stiffen underneath her as she sat on his lap, her tongue driving him crazy and her hands roving all over his back and up into his hair.

  After another few moments, he pulled away and brought his right hand around in front of her, snaking it out toward her breasts. Trudy smiled and abruptly stood up, reaching down and taking him by that extended hand.

  “Come on, let’s go upstairs,” she whispered, tugging on his wrist, urging him up out of the chair and onto his feet. “I want some room to get naked with you and suck that big cock of yours.”

  Chase Sanderson reacted as if she’d just tasered him. His whole body shook with excitement. But almost immediately, a guilty look replaced the gleeful one her lewd whisper had produced.

  “Trudy, I won’t lie…I really want you,” Chase stammered. “I have since the very first day I met you three years ago. You’re so pretty and hot-looking and…and…”

  “But,” she supplied helpfully as he stood there, grasping for words.