Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  Angela continued to stroke him. She felt hot in the cheeks. Here she was, stroking this massive penis, all just to prevent her husband from finding out that it had been inside of her on many occasions. How ironic and paradoxical. Wallace looked like he was having the time of his life. Angela simply maintained her grip and tried not to let the warmth between her fingers warm her core.

  “Stop. It's time for the main course. Lift up your skirt and come over here.” He could see that she was about to protest. “Nope. Are you forgetting about this picture? Don't tempt me, woman.”

  Too scared to think, Angela lifted up her skirt and slid over into Wallace's lap. He pulled off her thong in one movement, then began raising her and inserting his penis into her vagina. She bit her lip. Now fully inside of her, Wallace watched her ass move up and down. She could feel the power of his length filling her up. Her breath quickened.

  “See, Angel, you're moving your hips all on your own. Don't feel bad for enjoying yourself.”

  Angela didn't reply. He was right. In a twisted sort of way, Wallace fucking her in the parking lot was exciting, but only to the extent that this was sex. With him pumping her pussy, hitting her womb, and pinching her nipples, she couldn't fight the erotic sensations she felt. She didn't know why she was bouncing on his cock so wildly or why she was holding up her breast to his mouth. Then she realized she was surrendering. His dick always did this to her.

  “This pussy is mine!” he declared, watching as she grinded his dick off. He cupped both her ass cheeks and slammed her against the lap. “Fuck yeah. Work it.”

  Angela's breathing was out of control; she was about to come. She threw her hands around Wallace and his seat and slammed her hip against him making sure his dick went all the way up into her.

  Suddenly, she heard a tap on the window glass. As she looked up, Angela felt she had died a thousand deaths. There, staring at her as she rode Wallace, was Andrew. Even Wallace was dumbstruck.

  Everyone paused for moment, staring at each other. Then suddenly, with a crestfallen look, Andrew walked off.

  Chapter 9

  The ride home had seemed endless. Angela’s torment had turned her to stone. After crying for what seemed an eternity, she felt her body become numb; unable to feel. Wallace drove her home, dropping her off down the block and, like a sleepwalker, she had walked alone to her door.

  Now Angela sat in a chair across from Andrew, who was pacing back and forth, a perplexed and pained look etched on his face. She didn't know what to say to him. She wondered if he was deliberating whether or not to hit her. She couldn't tell. She felt so dreadfully ashamed of herself, having allowed such a stain to mar their marriage. This was unforgivable. She knew she could never undo the images that Andrew had been forced to endure – something no one should have to deal with.

  Andrew paced the room, paying no attention to the whimpering of his tearful wife. He had no sympathy for her right now, nor had he the night before. When he had witnessed her act of unfaithfulness, he chose not to return home that night; hence, Angela was left to spend the whole night crying and ruminating. But this morning he had returned. As he heard her begin to try to supply a worthwhile explanation, he simply uttered one word: “Sit.” And now they were here.

  Andrew looked at his wife with loathing, and pointed a finger. “Tell me,” he said, “how long has this been going on?”

  Angela jumped at the chance to explain herself, “I-It started sometime last year. But it was on and off. I promise you, I tried to end it. But he... this last time he made me do it.”

  “Oh really?” Andrew balled up his fist, his voice sourly mocking.

  “Yes. He had pictures of me... doing things with him. And he threatened to show you the pictures if I didn't do as he wanted.” She wiped a stream of tears from her face.

  “So you fucked him some more to add insult to injury! What a slut you are!”

  His words stung her more than if he had slapped her directly.

  Angela lowered her gaze, keeping her eyes on her lap, afraid to look Andrew in the eye. Could any excuse she could think of redeem her? Probably not. She knew she had thrown away a perfectly good marriage for a joy ride. She contemplated what the future held for her. What would happen when everyone found out? Oh god! She wouldn’t be able to show her face to any of her friends, especially the churchgoers. All because she had dick on the brain.

  Returning from his own soliloquy, Andrew turned to face his melancholic wife:

  “Tell me how you met him.”

  As embarrassed as she felt, Angela complied. She told him about where and how her first encounter with Wallace had occurred. She didn't delve in to gushy details, and she was relieved that Andrew hadn’t asked her for them. He simply listened. The cold expression on his face seemed engraved. When Angela finished speaking, he merely uttered four words:

  “I'll be back soon.”

  Before Angela could inquire as to where he was going, Andrew was out the door.

  HALF AN HOUR LATER Andrew found himself in front of the store Angela had described. Without a hint of hesitation, he went inside and looked around. He caught no immediate sign of the man he was looking for so he approached the store clerk.

  “Where can I find Wallace?”

  The clerk pointed to the door that led to the back, “He's a little busy.”

  “Don't worry,” Andrew replied without visible emotion. “It's an emergency.”

  Andrew opened the door and went onto the photo set. There he saw Wallace taking pictures of an attractive model. They were the only other two people in the room. With Wallace too busy taking photos to notice Andrew, Andrew charged at him. As Wallace reached the ground, Andrew began wailing on him with a flurry of blows. The model ran to a corner of the room, hands over her head. Wallace lay on the ground looking stunned.

  Andrew was wild, “How dare you! How dare you interfere with my marriage!”

  When Wallace realized who was speaking, he pushed his attacker away and got to his feet, ending the assault to his face.

  As Andrew approached like an enraged bull, Wallace held up his hands. “Wait!” he said. “You're just as guilty as I am!” He observed the confused pause that Andrew now made. “Angela said it herself! If you hadn't neglected her and taken her for granted, she wouldn't have cheated on you. You – let – her – down. Your wife's a freak; if you had just been aware of her needs, none of this would have happened.”

  Both men were huffing away, each for different reasons. Finally, Andrew pointed at Wallace:

  “Stay the hell away from my wife. If you ever go near her again, I'll kill you.” He maintained his position to authenticate his threat. When he felt he had gotten his point across, he left.

  WHEN ANDREW RETURNED home, Angela was waiting right where he had left her. On seeing him, she got to her feet, a look of wonder on her face.

  “Where did you go?”

  Andrew sighed, “I went to see Wallace.”

  “God no! Andrew why? What did you do?”

  “Relax, woman. He's still alive... at least until you give me a reason to go back and kill him.” Angela said nothing. There was another sigh. “I'd say we need to talk, but there's only one obvious solution.”

  Angela shuddered at the thought: Please Lord, don't let him say a divorce.

  Andrew walked toward her slowly. When he was mere inches away from her face, he placed his hands on her shoulders, “I guess the old way of doing things is over.”

  Angela nearly lost her balance. because then Andrew did something unexpected. Without warning, he ripped the dress she was wearing in two, leaving her standing in her bra and panties.

  “Andrew! What are you doing?”

  Andrew simply began unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his trousers. When the fullness of his naked body was visible, he reached for her hip.

  “I drove you into the arms of another man with my pious attitude. I'm going make sure that never happens again.”

  Andrew turned his wife arou
nd and began fondling her whole body. He massaged and stroked her breasts, ran his hands along her ribs, stomach, hips, to between her legs. It completely caught her off guard. From behind her, he seized her left breast with his left hand and slipped two fingers of his right hand up her pussy. Angela moaned. She could feel Andrew's penis enlarging itself along her rear. She reached behind her and began handling his dick. The feel of it sent a chill up her spine.

  Soon, Andrew brought her over to the counter and positioned her so that her legs were apart and inviting. Angela could still not believe what was happening. Andrew guided his dick into her. He listened to the sweet sound of his entry. Then all at once, he began ramming his cock deep into her, fast and hard, while gripping her ass firmly. A “Yes” escaped her.

  “You like that, huh?” asked Andrew as he pumped away. He slapped her ass hard and watched it jiggle. “You want more? Well? do you?” He worked his hips.

  “God yes!” she blurted out. She was getting so wet down below. She had never felt Andrew's cock in this way before. It was fantastic. He was driving his dick into her the way she always wanted him to. She loved it. She loved the clapping of her ass against him, loved his upgraded penetration of her. If this was to be their last fuck, she would have been fine with it. But then she remembered his words, and the prospect of Andrew filling her up like this again made her hotter.

  “Seems you really do like it nasty.”

  “Andrew, what are y– Arghh. Oh my God!” He had just slipped a finger up her anus. While continuing to fuck her pussy, he worked his finger in and out of her ass. “Seems you're still a virgin here. I think I'll save this little rosebud for later. Now fuck me.”

  Was this really the same man she had married? Only too happy to oblige, Angela started backing up onto Andrews dick, sliding along his lengthy shaft like the sex crazed woman she truly was. Andrew could sense that she was really getting into it; hence, he let her have her fun. He fucked her in the couch, on the bed, in the bathroom, and finally, on the stairs. It thrilled Angela like never before; Andrew had found the sweet spot.

  “From now on, no one fucks you but me. Say it!” Andrew commanded sinking his dick deeper.

  “No one fucks me but you,” she submitted.

  His deep strokes continued to fill her, “And when will I fuck you?”

  “God anytime you want. Anywhere. Any way you want. Just please don't stop,” she begged.

  Andrew smiled; it had been a victory for both of them. Feeling satisfied with the result, Andrew drilled her some more, until finally, he sprayed his hot semen inside of her. The two lay next to each other, sweaty and panting, happy to finally be on the same page.

  “Andrew,” she called out, trying to steady her breath. “I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I should have... talked to you about how I felt. But I...”

  “I have my share of the blame as well. But, Angela, you're my wife. There's nobody in the world that I love more. You have to share your thoughts, and you have to trust me.”

  “I do trust you. And I also love you. I want to be loyal to you. I'll spend the rest of my life working to prove these things to you if you don't divorce me.”

  He looked at her with the tenderest of smiles, “Believe me, I won't. I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy.” He then kissed her lips gently. “So,” he said, “partners?”

  She looked at his outstretched hand with a loving look of her own. She then tilted her head and smiled, “Partners.”

  They kissed and remained where they were, allowing their bodies to mingle for just a little while longer.

  THE END

  Boss Me

  CHAPTER 1

  Megan smoothed an imaginary stray hair back into her flawless French twist and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the glossy surface of her desk. She hated waiting under any circumstance, but it especially irritated her when it was one of her employees that she was waiting for.

  Matthew came scurrying in about five minutes late with a petrified look on his face. He knew better than to keep his boss waiting, but was far more concerned than a normal employee since he was also casually sleeping with her.

  It was a matter of convenience for both of them. They were both single, and occasionally needed a date for an event or easy companionship for an evening. Both were dedicated career people, and really had no time to meet anyone outside the office.

  Megan was only passionate about her career. Even in the bedroom she was calm and in control. She let out an irritated sigh, her perfectly plucked brow furrowed, and gestured for Matthew to take a seat at the conference table.

  He slid into one of the chairs, and popped open the screen of his laptop to begin. She rose from behind her desk, and his eyes slid down her long, trim legs to the points of her stiletto heels. He bit back a moan. She was nothing but cool, calm, and collected. Just once he wanted to see her wild and crazy and screaming his name.

  This was not to be that day.

  In stony professionalism, they reviewed the spreadsheets of their latest target. Megan owned a very large and extremely successful Real Estate Investment Trust, and they had been eying several acquisitions in the last few months. Since Matthew was the Vice President of Acquisitions, the bulk of the responsibility fell on him and his team.

  Megan’s team of direct reporters had been hand-selected and carefully crafted. She wanted to make sure that she could rely on those she had working for her, and there was no doubt as to whether Matthew was capable. She found him pleasant enough to look at, and had struck up a casual sexual relationship with him, but knew that he was long-term material. Just not for her.

  Well, some day he would make someone happy and provide a very nice little life. Neither that life nor Matthew was what she wanted permanently. He was the white picket fence, 2.3 children, and a little fluffy dog type. She was not. She was the corporate jet-set, high-rise condo type.

  “Dinner at the Ritz, 6:00?” she asked crisply as their conference ended Matthew stood with his hand on the doorknob. He nodded mutely and exited. She could tell what he wanted. He wanted her to stay the night with him just one time. But she always left afterwards.

  Around six o’clock that evening, Megan shut down her laptop and locked it into her desk, as always. She stood in front of the mirror that hung behind her door and studied her reflection. In her mid-thirties, she was proud of the fact that her face looked experienced but ageless. Her dark blonde hair was swept back into a French twist, and she wore just enough makeup to make her creamy skin look flawless. She smoothed on a dusky rose lipstick, and straightened her suit jacket. Her clothes were tailored to flatter without emphasizing anything. Matthew was starkly aware of her well-maintained figure, but no one else in the office really could tell, except for the way her stilettos accentuated her shapely calves.

  She slung her cobalt leather purse over her shoulder, and took the private elevator down to the garage where her driver was waiting. Matthew was already there, standing patiently by the door to let her in.

  Megan slid across the black leather seat. She could feel Matthew’s eyes traveling up her exposed thigh. His pining was becoming annoying with each passing hook-up, and she was contemplating calling it quits.

  Matthew longed to throw caution to the wind and take her right there on the sumptuous black leather back seat, letting his tongue trace where his eyes had been. But when she glanced up at him through thick, dark lashes looking more irritated than flattered, he just slid inside.

  Dimly lit, the restaurant oozed class. Fine white table cloths, expensive china, and silver graced the tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, blocking only the sounds of soft chatter and laughter. Tuxedoed waiters moved elegantly throughout.

  Matthew gave Megan a guarded smile. She smiled back, he was relieved to see.

  “Are we ready for the week-end retreat?” he asked her. Megan had arranged for her entire senior staff to spend a long weekend at a mountain resort.

  Surprisingly
enough, she actually believed in team building. Most people would have assumed that was entirely too touchy-feely for someone like her, but she knew that a unified team created a unified company. She had made the arrangements for everyone, including a new hire that had not started yet. Her staff had recently added a head of security, but due to conflicting schedules she had not met him yet as yet. It would be an ideal way to introduce him to the team.

  After a routine roll in the hay with Matthew after dinner, she dressed quickly and was on her way. Matthew felt abandoned, as always, but was in no position to really do anything about it.

  As Megan’s driver pulled away from the curb of Matthew’s penthouse apartment building, a large figure stood in the shadows off to the side of the entrance. Startled, Megan momentarily thought about notifying security. He lit a cigarette and wandered away from the building, so she settled back into the seat and closed her eyes for the few minutes it would take to get home.

  Street lights streamed in through the wall-to-ceiling windows of her luxurious, down-town condo. Megan carefully laid her suit on the chair in the corner of her bedroom, and slipped under the sheets in nothing but her black satin thong. Tension drifted from her body like liquid as she she lay back, letting herself sink into the mattress. Sighing, she let her mind wander where it would. Matthew ... the upcoming week-end away ... Her self-imposed aloneness... It had been years since she’d shared a bed with anyone all night, and as she drifted off she pondered what that would feel like. But in the back of her head, she suspected it would never be Matthew.

  Chapter 2

  Mac’s dark eyes skated over the town car as it pulled away with the knockout blonde inside. He had observed her entering the building with a well-dressed stiff business type, and smirked when she left alone about an hour later. She seemed like the type who never let loose. Mac knew exactly what had transpired over that hour, and yet her makeup had been flawless and her hair was still perfect. Oh, how he would like to see her undone!