Frank and Evie are up to more naughty fun, joined by Evie’s best friend Cherry. Ever since Cherry learned that her husband Steve was cheating on her, she’s wanted to watch her husband with another woman. Cherry’s plan is simple: to cuckold her husband with Frank while watching him cheat on her with another woman—Evie. So enjoy as more wives are naughty in this explicit story of marriage, love, and cheating.
Steve sat down at one of the Wind Tunnel’s tables, thumbing through the bar’s menu. He was tired, his feet ached, and his back was sore. But the first day of the actual conference was over. It had been a busy day as he networked with other professionals, attended panels, and promoted his company’s latest tablet device—it had a whopping ten minutes more of battery life than their last model. He was looking forward to a quiet dinner and an early night. Tomorrow would be an even longer day.
He had seen Melissa twice on the convention floor; they had ignored each other.
“Oh, my, is that you, Steve?” a woman’s voice asked from behind.
He turned and his eyes widened. “Evelyn?” he asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
“Please, call me Evie. We’ve known each other for years,” his wife’s best friend said.
She wore a rather impressive, red dress that clung to her like a second skin, and transformed her already wonderful breasts into an absolutely magnificent pair; his pants grew uncomfortably tight. As she sat down across from him, her tits bounced and jiggled; the dress was so low-cut Steven thought for a moment he might be blessed with an unhindered view of those wonderful mounds as they popped out of her top.
“Is Frank here?” Steve asked, looking around.
“No,” she said, sounding bitter. “This was supposed to be our romantic vacation, but his work called. There was some big time emergency, and he had to fly back home this morning on his company’s dime. I’ll be flying back tomorrow.”
“Ah,” Steve said, then gave a meaningful glance at her dress.
She grabbed the menu from his hands. “Mind if I join you? I was just popping in for drink before heading to this club, but I’m hungry, and, well, I don’t know anyone here.”
“Oh, sure,” he nodded, his eyes dropping down to her cleavage. She was going to a club dressed like a vixen on the prowl? Poor Frank. Is this what Cherry gets up to while I’m gone? He didn’t want to know.
The waitress walked up, and asked in a bubbly voice, “ Are you two ready to order?”
Steve glanced at her and she had a knowing smile. It was the same woman that tended bar last night, and her expression spoke volumes. She thinks I’m a player. He couldn’t help smiling back at her. “I’ll have the porterhouse, medium rare, asparagus for the side, and bring us a nice bottle of red wine.”
“And for you, miss?”
“Hmm, your salmon-raspberry salad.” Then she winked at him. “I have to watch my figure.”
“It’s definitely paid off so far,” he agreed.
She laughed, her breasts jiggling wonderfully. “Oh, you are a treasure, Steve.”
“I can’t believe Frank chose work over you. I mean, look at you,” Steve smiled.
Evie blushed. “Oh, this. I was so excited to wear this dress, and then Frank had to go to work, and,” she shrugged, and those tits moved and swayed, “I just couldn’t resist wearing it once before my vacation was over.”
“If I was Frank, I’d keep you on a leash. You could get into all sorts of trouble dressed like that on your own.”
“But I like to get into trouble. That’s when you have fun.”
Her laugh was wicked and infectious, and ideas started crossing his mind. Inappropriate ideas. The waitress returned, popping the cork on the wine, and poured them each a glass. Evie took hers and held it up. He grabbed his, and they clinked them together.
“To fun,” he toasted.
“Naughty fun,” she toasted back, then sipped her wine.
A flush passed through him, and the wine was so cool; he drank more than a sip. His cock tented his slacks, and all his aches and exhaustion was being washed away by the beauty of her laugh, the sensuousness of her red lips, and those two, wonderful mounds jiggling as she breathed. He took another gulp of his wine.
“Thirsty?” she purred, holding up the wine bottle; he held up his glass.
“Guess I am.”
“Then drink up.”
He laughed, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
She smiled mysteriously. “And if I was?”
“I just have to point out that it’s the man that tries to get the woman drunk, not the other way around.”
Evie waved her hand. “It’s the twenty-first century, Steve. Why can’t I seduce you?”
“Well, we are happily married.”
“Touche.” She sipped her dark-red wine. “Umm, this is good.”
“Is it? I’m terrible with wines. Cherry always picks them.”
“Frank’s the same way,” she shrugged. “As long as it can get him drunk, he doesn’t care. He has the palate of a rock.”
“A steak and potato kind of guy?”
“Yeah, but I love him anyways,” she smiled.
Steve grinned back at her; that smile was just infectious. “So, which club were you going to?”
“Hmm?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Which club?”
“Uh, I think it’s called, um, Inferno.”
“Oh, sure, sounds hot,” he said.
She giggled, rolling her eyes. “Really?”
He groaned, feeling sheepish. “Oh, I didn’t mean to pun.”
“Too late. You can’t take back a bad pun.”
She shrugged. “Dem’s the rules. Unless you want to pay the penalty.”
“And what’s that?”
“You have have to buy a beautiful, sexy woman dinner.”
“Good thing I have a beautiful, sexy woman gracing my table.”
She preened, and that wonderful chest jiggled. “You are such a delightful man. My husband could learn a thing or two from you.”
The waitress bustled out, two plates held by one hand in that trick all waitresses seemed two know. “Here you are,” she bubbled, setting a steaming plate of steak and asparagus before Steve, and a salad tossed with smoked salmon and drizzled with a dark-red dressing in front of Evie. “Enjoy.”
“We will,” Evie said, her voice full of promise.
He cut into his steak, revealing red, juicy meat; his mouth watered. He savored the tender mouthful, seasoned wonderfully, and almost melting in his mouth. Evie had a smile playing on her lips, naughty and adventuresome.
Why? he wondered. Then he felt her foot softly stroking his calf, and her grin somehow grew even naughtier, her blue eyes twinkling.
“How’s your steak?” she asked, her foot sliding higher and higher.
“Scrumptious,” he answered, forcing himself to calmly cut another slice. Her foot was past his knee, pressing forward down his inner thigh. A shiver tingled across his skin.
“I love a nice, big piece of meat,” she smiled, stabbing her salad. Her foot reached his crotch, massaging softly. “But it’s so bad for me.”
“You should indulge yourself from time to time. Perhaps you’d like to taste mine?”
Her foot rubbed harder against his aching cock. “Umm, I think I’d like that.”
He cut a piece of steak, spearing it with his fork, and held it across the table. Her tongue licked her red lips, then she engulfed his meat, smacking her lips and letting out an almost orgasmic sigh. Is that what she sounds like in bed? He so wanted to find out.
“Delicious!” she proclaimed. “Just don’t tell my husband I’m cheating on my diet.”
“My lips are sealed,” Steve answered.
Her foot withdrew, leaving him hard and throbbing. “Mind if I steal an asparagus?”
Evie reached across the table, grabbing one of the long, green vegetables, and giving him a magnificent view down her dress; he could see just the hint of her pink areola. She drew back, and brought the asparagus to her lips, letting her tongue lick the seasoned butter off the tip; pleasure jolted through him as he imagined what else her pink tongue could lick.
She teased him the entire dinner. Halfway through she left to powder her nose, and his eyes were fixed to her tight ass swishing beneath her red dress, the skirt flashing above a pair of thigh-high stockings. Her dress was so tight he should have seen a panty line. Is she wearing a thong or going commando? Steve was certain he’d find out before the night was over, and adjusted his hard cock in his pants, trying to get comfortable.
When she returned, she didn’t sit across from him, but next to him on his right, her breasts almost filling his vision as she leaned over and finished off her salad with her right hand, while her left casually rested on his right thigh, lightly scratching him with her fingernails. The pressure in his pants increased.
“Can I tempt you with some dessert,” the waitress asked as she collected their plates.
“Tempt away,” Evie smiled. “I’m indulging tonight.” Her hand crept higher on his thigh, so close to his hard cock.
“I bet you are,” laughed the waitress. “Here’s the dessert menu.”
Evie’s blue eyes lit up almost instantly. “I know just the thing.”
“What?” Steve asked.
“We’ll share a Sinful Mousse.” Evie handed the waitress the menu, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, “It’s sinful decadence captured in the finest, dark chocolate.”
A shiver passed through him; her breath was a warm, sultry breeze on his ear.
The waitress walked off, and all Steve could think of was Evie’s hand resting on his thigh. So warm, so soft, and so close to his aching cock. He would be lying if he said he had never fantasized about fucking Evie, but he never thought he’d get the chance. Her marriage had always seemed so solid, yet one night apart from Frank and she’s seducing her best friend’s husband. He almost felt bad for the guy, but the idiot chose work over his beautiful wife, taking her love for granted.
The mousse looked delicious, topped with a frosting of whip cream sprinkled with hazelnuts and crumbs of dark chocolate. Evie drew her spoon, and took a large scoop, then opened those red, lush lips; her eyes squeezed shut and she let out the most wonderful sigh as she savored the creamy chocolate.
“So, do you like the taste of sin, Evie?”
“What do you think?” she asked, arching her thin eyebrows.
He grinned, “I think you love it.”
She took another spoonful. “Umm, I do.” Her hand found his crotch, and squeezed his aching girth. “Do you want to have a nightcap up in my room, Steve?”
“What do you think?”
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