Sorted Tails

By V.F. Richards

5 Erotic Stories. A wife gets revenge on her husband by pleasuring his apprentice while he watches. A patriotic couple allows a young solder to have his way with the wife. To mend a riff between two brothers, a fiance has to give herself to her brother in law to be. A young couple share a BIG fantasy but do they have the guts to act on it? More...

• Language: English
• Publisher: V.F. Richards
• Release date: Dec 5, 2010
• ISBN: 9780463593257

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Sorted Tails

5 erotic stories

By V. F. Richards

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Copyright 2010 V. F. Richards

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Payback

Wade woke up feeling drowsy and disoriented. His head was pounding and he wasn’t sure where he was. He lifted his head and stretched his neck, cracking every vertebra in his back as he twisted his head around. His skull was throbbing and every muscle in his body was aching. It wasn’t until he went to move his arms when he realized something was wrong.

He tried to stretch his arms out but something held him in place and his arms were bound behind him. He lifted his head and looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

Wade was in his double wide trailer, in his own bedroom but he wasn’t in bed. He was in a chair, facing the bed with his hands secured behind him. He was beginning to realize he was handcuffed to the chair and held in place.

In the bed was his apprentice, Randy, the young man who’d been working for him the last few months. Randy was passed out under the covers with his hands tied to the bed post, his arms extended above him. Wade struggled to figure out what was going on.

He had a vague recollection of being out drinking with Randy the night before. They had been bar hopping and he barely remembered stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning. Now he was trying to figure out what had happened.

Randy, wake up, he tried.

The young man stirred.

Get up, Randy. I think we’ve been robbed.

What? Randy slurred, waking from a groggy sleep. The younger man tried to pull his arms down from over his head but something held them and he opened his eyes and tried to make out his surroundings. He was in a bed, not his own and his boss sitting at the foot of it for some reason.

Waking up to his boss wasn’t the most pleasant sight in the world as Wade was an older man, early forties, tall, stocky and intimidating. He was saying something to Randy but he couldn’t make it out through the pounding in his head.

Randy was almost twenty years younger than Wade, shorter and slim. He had been working for him as an apprentice in his carpentry business for a few months and the two had been hitting it off pretty well as late. They had become drinking buddies and Randy had grown pretty fond of his boss since he had gotten over the initial intimidation factor. Just the same, that didn’t mean he wanted to wake up across from him.

Damn it, Randy, wake the hell up.

The younger man tried his arms again to no avail. He glanced down, hoping to figure out where he was. It was a larger bed than his and he was under covers from the waste down, only his work shirt visible.

Wake up, Randy.

What is it?

I think we’ve been robbed.

What? Randy was looking around nervously. He was just getting the fact he was tied to the bed post and his boss was in a chair at the foot of the bed with his arms pulled back behind him. The severity of the situation was just sinking in.

Where are we? Randy asked.

We’re at my trailer. This is my bedroom.

How did we get here?

I’m not sure. I remember leaving the bar and I remember getting home but that’s all.

A horrible thought crossed Randy’s mind. Where’s your wife?

The question triggered the same horrible thoughts in Wade’s mind and panic swept through his head, worry over his wife. Linda! he shouted. Linda, are you here?

There was no answer.

Wade began shouting his wife’s name louder, struggling against the cuffs holding him to the chair.

Linda came strolling into the room holding a coffee mug in two hands. Pipe down, Wade. You’re going to disturb the neighbors.

Are you ok?

Yes, I’m fine. Everything’s fine, she answered in a calm voice.

Linda was an attractive woman, even in the early hours with no make up and her hair tussled. She was a dirty blonde and she wore it long and slightly curled. This morning it was on the frizzy side and somewhat wild looking.

She measured in just shy of five foot four but she looked even smaller when standing next to her burly husband. She had a trim athletic body with soft delicate curves and full plump breasts, thin hips and long toned legs that seemed to go on forever. She was the complete package with a figure that could stand up to girls almost half her age.

She was barefoot and wearing a light blue flannel nightgown, short sleeved that came down to the very tops of her thighs and left all of her perfect tan legs exposed. It was worn and faded, comfortable looking, and it draped over her supple frame, giving just a hint of the curves beneath it.

Put some clothes on, her husband ordered, motioning with his head to his assistant stretched out on the bed. The fact the younger man was checking out his wife’s legs hadn’t escaped him.

Linda leaned back against the wall and brought her coffee cup up to her face, crossing one leg over the other and resting her weight on the surface at her back. She blew softly on the hot liquid a couple of times before taking the slightest of sips.

What the hell’s going on? Why are we tied up? Wade asked.

That would be me, she offered, taking another sip of coffee. It wasn’t easy getting your drunk asses in here either, I can tell you that much.

Let me up, Linda.

Do you know what yesterday was, Wade?

Wade thought about it for a few moments, trying to get his brain working through the hangover. Thursday? he tried.

Actually, it was Tuesday but it was also our anniversary.

Wade looked like he was straining hard to catch up. Are you sure?

Yes, I’m positive.

Happy anniversary, Randy offered up.

Linda looked over to the young man tied to the bed and gave him a friendly smile. Thank you, Randy.

His face began to turn a shade of pink as soon as she looked his way and his blushing made her smile even more. She’d known for awhile that Randy had a bit of a crush on her and she thought it was cute.

Ok, I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary, Wade said.

She took another sip from her cup, still holding it to her face with both hands. I had a big surprise planned for you last night. I made a romantic dinner, candle light, spare ribs and a box of that good pink wine. I even put on that pink bustier you like so much, the one with the skimpy panties and the garters and stockings.

Linda let her eyes wander back over to Randy for a second. His were wide with surprise, the blush on his face a little deeper, like she’d gotten his attention.

I’m sorry, Linda, I just forgot.

Where were you last night?

Me and Randy stopped off for a beer after work and we lost track of time.

What bar?

I don’t know, just some bar.

Did you two go to the strip club again?

No, it was just some little dive.

Linda looked back to Randy. Did you two go to the titty bar, Randy?

The young man’s face turned to beet red. I…uh…I mean…um…uh…

That’s what I thought. She turned back to her husband. How do you think that makes me feel when I’m back here in my sexiest underwear and your out drooling over other women?

It wasn’t like that. I didn’t even know what you had going on.

Linda stepped away from the wall and turned toward her husband, facing away from Randy. With her hands holding the cup by her face, the flannel night gown had ridden up the back of her thighs a tad more and he could almost make out a peek of white panty and the bottoms of her ass cheeks. He could feel something stir under the covers.

I don’t care if you go and watch strippers, Wade, but do you have to do it four times a week?

It’s not that much.

The hell it’s not. Do you know how many times you stumbled in drunk at three in the morning last week?

Two? he guessed.

Try five. That’s five nights I had dinner waiting and you blew me off. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?

Bad? he guessed.

Yes, very bad and this has been going on for months. I’m sick of it.

I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.

That’s what you always say but you just keep doing it, and on our anniversary?

I’m sorry, Linda, I screwed up. That’s no reason to handcuff me to a chair.

I thought I needed to get your attention.

Ok, you got it. You can let me up now.

No, I don’t think I can. Not just yet.

She took a few steps back and sat down on the edge of the bed. Randy was positive he caught a flash of panties as she sat. The coffee cup was resting in her hands at her lap.

I was really pissed at you last night, Wade. I was up half the night stewing, thinking about how to get back at you for ruining our anniversary. I even thought about getting dressed up and going out to a bar.

You don’t want to do that, Wade replied.

No, you wouldn’t like that, would you? She looked back over her shoulder to Randy. He was hoping she didn’t catch him checking out her ass. Wade gets insanely jealous if I go out, even with my girlfriends. He doesn’t even like it when I get dressed up with him. He thinks all the guys are checking me out when I’m in high heels and stockings. What do you think of that?

Randy didn’t know how to answer but he had no doubt that guys checked her out when she was all dolled up. He was checking her out now and it was obvious she hadn’t gone to any extra effort to look sexy. It just came natural for Linda.

I don’t know, Randy offered up weakly.

Linda turned back to Wade. "All night I was trying to think of something I could do to drive it through that thick skull of yours. I tried to come up with something that would let you