1. An Invitation To Be A Naughty Wife


    Date: 9/5/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: SirDuction, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    An Invitation To Be A NaughtyWife Sandra did not want to go. She had been to these functions a few times with her husband. It was almost obligatory. Many wives will know the feeling, she thought. Such functions are always very boring and mainly because Kevin, Sandra’s husband, once he gets into conversation with other work colleagues, just forgets he is supposed to be with her and she ends up like a spare part wishing the whole evening was over and they could just go home. It irritated her all the more when she heard her husband laughing raucously at something one of his friends had said. The laughter gets louder with each drink he consumes. Oh she didn’t mind her husband having a great time if she was having a good time with him. However. not when she is bored out of her tree, smiling at people she doesn’t even know and being the dutiful little wife. Sometimes it reaches the point where she could just walk up to him and throw a drink straight into his face and say,“Know me? I am the woman you came in with.” Kevin always wanted to impress his boss and often went too far in trying to ingratiate himself for Sandra’s liking and she thought it did him more harm than good. It certainly made her want to throw up. His boss and owner of a large firm of city accountants is Richard Mead, a man in his mid to late sixties who had developed quite a paunch. He had silvery hair and was short of stature. It was difficult to imagine him ever having been attractive to any woman. There were ...
    some twenty guests, ten couples all sat down to dinner at the large dining table, each course was served by two young girls about 18 years of age. Richard Mead was filling his face with one mouthful after another and eating with his mouth open, which was a grotesque sight. Of course he had the outward signs of wealth displaying gold rings on his fingers and what must have been a very expensive watch. He sat at the head of the table in an imposing posture as if to say “I am the alpha male here!” At the opposite end of the table sat his wife Rachel, a leggy brunette who Sandra had met on numerous occasions and had developed a good relationship with over the past two years or so. Sandra would have estimated her to be around forty-two years of age, easily twenty years, or more, younger than her husband. There is no denying her beauty Sandra thought, her silky auburn hair flowing down towards the small of her back, her eyes a stunning brown shaded by long eyelashes. She wore a long red dress with low-cut-back that accentuated her figure as it moulded perfectly around her breasts and into her slim waist. It would be easy to ask what she was doing married to Richard Mead were it not for his obvious wealth. Sandra had met three of the men before who were friends of Kevin’s. She would say friends loosely because basically they were all backstabbers when it came down to it. Malcolm Crompton was a rising star in the company and was the Managing Director of the operation in the north of ...
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