1. His Wicked Wife

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Here you go boof. I wrote this just for you and you have to thank my perverted head for this idea because damn, I was sweating like bullets when I wrote this. Hope you like it and goodluck in tapping your husband's back after reading this. ;-D


His Wicked Wife

Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved



Part One

Note : This is going to be in two parts.

Warning: If you are under 18, get the fuck outta here! LOL!


In Bryant's eyes, his wife, Kiera, is the best wife he could ask for and could never do wrong. She is every man's dream; he never thought of her as a trophy wife and he was damn lucky son of a bitch to have such woman who loved and adored him.

       When he gazed down at her with loving eyes, he smiled as he watched her fix his tie as she had always been for the last eight years of their marriage. They first met during their freshman year in college. He was captivated by her exotic beauty; her slender petite frame, her vibrant olive skin, her long wavy black hair that went past her shoulders... her eyes - those endless pools of hazel brown that he loved to stare at and most of all, her sensual, plumb, soft cherry lips that he'd love to kiss for eternity.

       'Damn, I love my wife,' Bryant thought wistfully.

       Back then, she wasn't easy to snag. It took him months on end, but all that hard work in winning her heart was worth it. It was definitely no pain, no gain and after college, they got married and so far, it had been smooth sailing ever since.

       As Kiera fixed her husband's tie, she could tell that he was staring at her. 'Silly man,' she thought in amusement. When she did the last knot, she glided her dainty hands on his chest, a reflex to smooth the creases of his dress shirt and looked up to stare at her hunk of a man she called husband.

       "Stop staring at me," Kiera chastised him playfully, staring into his piercing navy blue eyes. "It's rude and I don't like being stare at."

       Bryant chuckled low and deep then let out a smirk.

      'There goes that smirk again,' Kiera groaned inwardly.

       "You love it when I stare at you," he told her as he engulfed his arms around her waist.

       Kiera reached up to fix his cropped dark brown hair, but she needed to stand on tip-toes for she was petite. Her husband was tall around, six-foot-one with broad shoulders, tan and was gifted with delicious abdominal muscles and rock hard biceps. He worked hard for those muscles and she could say he was au naturelle.

       "I know, but it's different when it's you who's staring," she said, curling her finger around a lock of Bryant's hair.

       He bent his head close to Kiera's face and said huskily, "Then I should do this instead," and kissed her soft pink lips in scorching passion.

       Kiera automatically wound her other arm around Bryant's neck, pressed her body against him and kissed him back with the same intensity. She loved Bryant's kisses, hell! It was the best thing since sliced bread and she couldn't get enough of it.

       And she wanted more, so with that, she unwound her arms around his neck, unzipped his  trousers in haste then grabbed his thick meatstick and started to stroke it.

       Holy mother of God!

      As Bryant's lips moved against Kiera's, he couldn't help but let out a moan from what his wife was doing, his dick ready to stand fucking erect. He needed to stop Kiera; he'll be late for work and as much as he wanted to throw his wife to their bed and have wild monkey sex, he needed to go for he couldn't afford to tarnish his flawless record, so with that, he drew back his lips, grabbed for her hand to make her stop and leant his forehead against hers.

       "I have to go or I'll be late for work," he breathed, still breathless from the kiss.

       Kiera pouted. "Don't go yet," she said, almost like a whimper.

      "How about this: when I get home from work later, we'll continue where we left off," Bryant proposed, waggling his eyebrows.

       "Sounds like a plan," she said with a giggle then drew her hand back, dropped it to her sides  and stepped back.

       Bryant blew out a big breath as he tried to calm himself. 'Easy does it,' he thought as he willed his family jewels to go limp, and with one last heave of air, he zipped up his trousers, walked to the bed to grab his brief case and head out of the bedroom with Kiera right behind him.

       As they reached the front door, Bryant opened it, turned to his wife and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

       "I'll see you later," he murmured into her lips.

       "And I'll be waiting," she murmured back.

        Bryant pulled back, went out of the house and went to his car that was parked on the driveway. He opened the door, but before he went in, he said, "Don't start without me, okay?" he said jokingly.

       She giggled. "Have a nice day," she said, waving a goodbye to him.

       He chuckled, waved back, got in his car and drove away, leaving dust particles in its wake.

       Finally, Kiera was alone.

      With a sigh, she closed the door and leaned her back against it. As she closed her eyes, she thought even though she loved her husband, there are times she couldn't help but feel unsatisfied.

      She admitted that Bryant was fucking good in the sack, but when it came to something hard core, he was anything but adventurous. Sure, she loved him with all her heart and soul and he was the keeping kind, but she had this thing for varieties. Yes, she was aware that she was a married woman, but that made it more interesting, kinky if you might want to call it, and adds spice to the whole process.

      Bryant didn't know that she had another side of her, a vixen that she had kept from him for so long back before they even met. It was her addictive secret and she didn't plan on giving it up.

      A secret that made her belong to a circle of men and women who's only premise was to fullfill their deepest desire. A roommate of hers back in college introduced it to her, for her friend was part of the circle as well. She didn't know who had organized this. No names neeeded to be mentioned, just aliases. Just fantasies that made women's pussies wet and had men's dicks throbbing with need.

      It was now time to switch to her other self, only this time she was using a different alias.

      Ruby.

      Smirking, she walked back to the bedroom to search for that specific cellphone for that purpose. She hid it deep within the closet for fear her husband might find it. When she found what she was looking for, she eyed the cellphone like it was the best thing since sliced bread and pressed the call button. The phone was special and she didn't need to find a certain person. The call would just be forwarded and shuffled on random order and to be honest, it was fun that way.

      After three rings, a deep baritone voice answered on the other line.

      Mmm... yum.

      "Hello?"

      "Are you free?" Kiera asked.

      At back of her mind, Kiera thought 'I need some good fuck,' she thought as she waited for the guy to speak on the other line.



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Stanton stood in front of the house as per instructed by Ruby, the woman  who called him a few hours ago. He was sweating profusely for some reason. He knew the whole routine, but the way she said that he needed to dress like a fucking boss... He wondered to himself what she was on about, but then again, this is how things work:

      Fulfilling fantasies.

      As he rapped the door thrice, and it didn't take long for the door to open and there, standing in front of him, was a sexy ass woman dressed as a fucking secretary.

      'Oh, she wants it kinky, huh?' Stanton thought with amusement.

      Her hair was pulled into a bun and she was wearing rectangular-framed geeky glasses. Her white blouse was tight, showing off her delicious curve and had three buttons undone with a teasing view of her lacy bra. Her gray pencil skirt was mid-thigh length and her shoes... she was wearing those red "fuck me" shoes to hell.

      "You must be Jared, my new boss," she said, smiling at him seductively. She knew it was not his real name and she didn't care. All that mattered was he was here and to give her a hell of a good screw.

      Jared, as Stanton created as his alias, nodded, going along with the ride. "Yes, and you must be Ruby," he said, gulping, as he swallowed a lump that was lodge up on his throat.

      As Kiera eyed Jared, she smirked when her eyes roved maliciously on the hunkalicious babe in expensive looking black suit. His light brown hair was tousled for sexy effect, his smoldering sea green eyes drilled intense holes into her own, and here's the lovely part: he wasn't wearing a tie. His dress shirt had three buttons undone, showing off a hint of those toned pectoral muscles.

      Her hands were itching to rip his shirt off right there and then.

      "Yes, my name is Ruby, your secretary," Kiera purred, enunciating the secretary for emphasis.

      Stanton nodded. "Pleasure," he said.

      "Come," she said, grabbing his arm and pulled him inside the house. "Let's go to my husband's office."

      Stanton grinned. Well, this is turning out to be interesting. The damn woman is married.


To be continued... (next stop, the juicy part and will be uploaded tomorrow)

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