A Naughty Wife

A Naughty Wife
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Harriet Rosen was beautiful, unbelievably feminine and every inch a woman. Despite her femininity, however, there was one place where she thought and acted like a man; that was in the bedroom…or the kitchen, or the living room, or any place in which it was humanly possible to have sex. Most of the men in her life couldn’t handle it, but at her parent’s 25th anniversary party, she ran into the son of one of her parents’ friends. His name was Nick, and he was as crazy about sex as she was. The minute she saw his dark, blond hair and lightly bristled face, she was done for; she wanted him.


Thankfully, he wanted her back, and they left the party early just so they could get back to her place and spend the night with each other. Nick was without a doubt the best sex she had ever had, and within a few days, she knew he was the man for her. Her friends told her that she was crazy because being in love with someone’s skill in bed wasn’t really love.

Harriet couldn’t agree more, but she and Nick had something brilliant, something that could only be expressed through sex. When they were together, they had a connection that couldn’t be duplicated anywhere. There was rarely ever a time when they couldn’t make time for each other, which is what made their marriage so successful. However, they both had jobs, and every now and then, they had to put off sex for the other things in their life. Harriet was okay with that, but she was not okay with the fact that her husband had been gone for an entire week on a business trip. She had gone that entire week without his touch, without his sweet, lust filled words and without his massive, beautiful cock inside her.

She had masturbated several times, but it had done little to help. The more she did it, the less it helped. She needed to do something else to sate her lust. She thought and thought about what the problem was, and the answer she came up with was: her husband wasn’t there. So while he was gone, she was going to have to find a substitute for him. Another man would simply not do, and even if it would work, she would never do something like that.

Then she had an epiphany; she and Nick had been married for two years and been living together for three. He was everywhere in their apartment; in his clothes, in the bathroom, in the cupboards and practically everywhere else in the house. All she needed to do was use his presence in their home to make herself believe that he was there. She started scouring the house looking for anything that would bring her closer to her husband.

The first thing she could think of was his clothes, so she stripped naked and opened their shared closet. She knew Nick’s scent better than she knew most things in her life. He smelt like expensive cologne, cigars, tea tree shampoo, and most importantly sex. She took one of his shirts off the hanger and put it on. It was far too big for her, but she always remembered how Nick had told her that he loved seeing her in them. Some people may have said that it was her sex starved imagination playing tricks on her, but even underneath the detergent, she could smell him as clear as day.

She started rubbing her breasts over the shirt, closing her eyes so that she could imagine that it was him doing it. She remembered clearly how he would do it to her; he would be kissing her neck right now and cupping her breasts gently, then firmly, and then he would put his finger in her mouth and tell her to suck on it. Harriet put her own finger in her mouth and coated it with saliva, imagining her husband’s own long, thick fingers. Then she reached under her top and started rubbing her already erect nipples with her wet finger. She let out a soft moan and saw Nick smile. He loved it when she made noise, “The louder the better,” he would always say teasingly.

He also loved to squeeze her ass, and God, if she didn’t love it when he did…anything with her ass. She loved it almost as much as she loved him playing with her pussy. So Harriet let her hands travel down her stomach and then around her hips so they were gripping her ass. She remembered how Nick would do it. She had a very firm ass so it was hard for him to get a good grip, but he always managed to make her squeak.

She then let her hands go down to her pussy and started rubbing briskly. Nick never started slow; he always dove in head first, and when he knew she was aching for it, he stuck his cock inside her with no warning. That is exactly the way she liked it. It was the shock of being so full of the man she loved that made her hotter than ever, but right now she didn’t have his cock.

She needed a good substitute. But what could be any form of a substitute for Nick? Then she saw an open drawer in the closet; he had forgotten his cigar case. That was strange seeing as he took the damn thing everywhere, but it was closest thing she had to him right now so without thinking, she picked it up and shoved it right into her pussy.

It worked. She managed to surprise herself. The shock of having the foreign object inside of her made her so wet and horny that she almost came on the spot. Nick always hit her in the right places, and it only took a few thrusts from this cigar case to make her come like a freight train, calling her husband’s name.


Nick Frost pulled his suitcase out of the taxi and smiled as he saw his home. He knew that his wife would be waiting for him and that she would be ready to…welcome him home. He ached for her all week and had nearly ripped his cock off in vicious masturbation sessions which had done little to help him. Fortunately, he had managed to catch an early flight home to surprise his wife, and he would have a wonderful reunion with her.

Sadly, however, when he reached their shared flat, she wasn’t there. She must have been shopping seeing as she should have finished work hours ago. He decided that this would give him some time to shower, change, and make himself look presentable.

He went into his bedroom, stripped, and went into his closet to put the dirty clothes in the basket. He was about to leave and go into the adjoining bathroom when he saw an open drawer. His cigar case was inside, and it came into his mind that he had forgotten to take it with him. He picked it up to take a cigar out for after his shower (Harriet always loved it when he smoked, she said it make him look sexy), but when he picked it up he felt that something was off.
It was like there was a liquid on it that had dried.

‘No,’ he thought. ‘No, she didn’t.’ Then he lifted the case to smell it, “Yes she did,” he said out loud.

He knew that Harriet would be squirming on her seat for the entire week, but he never thought that she would have missed him so much that she would need something of his to stick inside of her. He thought about being angry and then remembered the small argument they had before he left. She had not wanted to go on his trip because he couldn’t leave his cock.

“Who does it belong to?” he had asked teasingly.

“Who uses it the most?” she had replied in the same tone.

He chuckled at the memory and thought that as ridiculous as it was, she had a point. He had left her by herself, and that wasn’t fair. He took the cigar out and left it in the living room before hopping in for a quick shower, planning on how he was going to get her back for defiling his property but also make it up to her for not being there when she needed him.

They were two difficult things to accomplish but combining them was going to be hell.

Then a spark of inspiration came into his mind. He turned off the shower, dried himself, threw on some trousers that he remembered Harriet commenting on positively, and then went to the living room. He sat on the couch, placed his cigar in his mouth, and waited for his wife to come home and boy, was she going to get the surprise of her life.

Nick was going to make sure she wouldn’t forget this fuck for a long time to come.


Harriet fumbled for her keys as she tried to balance all the bags she had. ‘Retail therapy’ had definitely not helped her in her sexual frustration. However, when she finally got the door open, she saw Nick sitting half naked on their couch with a half-finished cigar between his fingers. She dropped all the bags she had in her hand and ran to him. He stood up and scooped her up in his arms and kissed her with a burning passion that had been building for an entire week.

She was ready to go into the bedroom and find the relief she had been waiting for, but she felt a gentle push against her chest, and she was then looking up at Nick’s face, which had an aura of mischief on it. He usually looked like that when she was in trouble. She didn’t get in trouble often seeing as all she had to do was smile at him and he would be a puddle at her feet. Oh God, he knew.

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Product Details
File Size: 181 KB
Print Length: 21 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95

A Naughty Wife