Slut Wives: Five Days of Sin

By Andrea Martin

Five days in another state with my lover, behind my clueless husband’s back. Anything could happen...

Jessica and Joe have been enjoying a steamy affair for the past few months and their passion is only growing more intense. For the next five days, they’re staying with friends in another state, where they plan to make every single moment count. These lovers have enjoyed explosive chemistry and red-hot sex before, but this week is going to change both their lives forever.

Slut Wives is a series following naughty wives indulging in extra-marital fun, sometimes without the knowledge of their husbands. It features explicit sexual scenes and is intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrea Martin
• Release date: Oct 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463394137

Andrea Martin

I am Andrea Martin, the architect of your deepest desires. I write brisk, pacy stories full of character and intense erotic detail. I have sold over two thousand books to satisfied readers like you and that number is rising every single day. My stories usual involve taboo kinks, such as cheating, cuckolding, and rough sex fantasies. Some of my tales are based on real encounters, others are pure fantasy. (I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which!) I believe that marriage is the beginning of a whole new set of fantasies and experiences, and my goal is to make you feel the same way. I'm always open to suggestions, confessions and fantasies from my readers! I aim to publish new material on a regualr basis. If you like what I write, feel free to get in touch! I can be found on Reddit and Patreon as xxxandreamartin. Praise for Andrea Martin: ‘Wonderfully written and edited with great teasing, storytelling and lead in with full delivery on its sexy promise. What's not to love?’ ‘...the first book I've read by Andrea Martin. I can already tell you that it won't be the last!’ ‘Highly recommended.’ ‘Very hot and horny story, quite fast paced.’ ‘I have read other stories by this author and the writing quality has been excellent... a hot, fun read that I would recommend.’ ‘An amazing book Andrea, I look forward to reading many more of your works.’

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Slut Wives:

Five Days of Sin

Andrea Martin

Copyright 2018 Andrea Martin

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Table of contents

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

Day Four

Day Five

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This one is for my special friend… and his naughty wife…and her sexy lover. Thank you for letting me write your story and share it with the world. You’re a great man – and a good friend – and I wish you a lifetime of passion and pleasure. I’m sure your wife will have no problem keeping a smile on your face!

Day One

Will life ever be this good again?

I look through the small curved window at the fluffy white clouds rolling beneath the wing, fascinated by how close and solid they look. Every now and then the clouds part and I get a glimpse of the world beneath, an indistinct mass of greens, browns, and blues, like a painter’s palette. I love this view, looking down on the world from so far above, as though I’m floating through heaven itself. That’s exactly how I’ve felt these past few months – floating through heaven on a fluffy white cloud. A smile spreads across my face and I lean back into my seat, watching the world roll by thousands of miles below.

‘Jessica? What are you thinking?’

I push my long, dark red hair behind my ear and turn to the man in the seat to my right. His dark eyes gleam with bright happiness, his handsome face lighting up with a half-smile that twitches his beard. He turns his body toward me a little, his massive, muscular frame squeezed into the seat in a way that looks almost comical. He leans on the arm rest separating our seats, causing his enormous bicep to flex in a way that makes my stomach flutter. Dark tattoos twist and trail across his exposed arms.

‘Hmm?’ I say, forcing myself to look at his face and not his body.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Joe asks again. ‘You had a little smile on your face.’

‘Nothing much,’ I say, ‘just thinking about how happy I am right now. What about you?’

His half-smile turns into a full grin. He squeezes my firm, bare thigh with his left hand and says, ‘I’m thinking about how happy I’m gonna make you once we land.’

His eyes flash with erotic intent. I return his smile, heat fluttering in the pit of my stomach. He squeezes my thigh again, his hand traveling up a little higher now, sliding under my soft yellow summer dress, and move inwards. God, how long does this flight take? Sitting next to him for this long without feeling his hands on my body or kissing him or sitting in his lap and riding him is torture.

Joe’s hand moves a little higher up my thigh now, his fingers just a couple of inches away from my cleft. My body responds to his touch, my womanhood flowering open, my legs parting involuntarily. How does Joe always do this to me? With a single touch of his hand, my entire body is melting with lust and need. He could explore me, right now in my seat. Nobody would know. It would be so easy for him to slip his hand a little higher and pull my panties to the side. I wouldn’t stop him. Hell, if he ordered me to suck his cock right now, in front of all the other passengers, I would do it without a second thought. Joe brings out a wild, naughty side of me that I’ve never known before.

He winks at me and leans back a little, sliding his hand back down my thigh, leaving a burning trail over my bare skin. He’s such a tease. I take his hand in mine and kiss it slowly, watching his face. I know how much he loves the feel of my lips on his body.

A stewardess brings me out of this lustful reverie. She leans over the empty seat next to Joe and says in a low, conspiratorial whisper, ‘I just wanna say, you guys are such a cute couple.’

I smile at her, my heart racing, thinking to myself, If you only knew, sister.

‘Thanks,’ Joe says, shooting her a wide, winning smile. The smile that melted through my defences several months ago and turned me into this horny teenager. ‘We’re pretty good together, ain’t we?’

I wrap both my hands around his one, letting the stewardess see both our wedding rings. She makes a face like we’re the cutest puppies she’s ever seen and continues walking up the aisle. I can’t blame her for thinking we’re a married couple. It probably looks that way to everyone who sees us together. We’re a good match, both mentally and physically. Joe’s a professional powerlifter. He looks like the proverbial brick shit house – a massive body in peak physical shape. I’m a bodybuilder. My figure is toned and tight, with barely an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. I have spent half my life training in the gym and I even took part in a few competitions over the years. That’s where Joe and I met. He complimented my physique and we got talking. That lead to the two of us working out together. I guess it should have been obvious where a friendship like ours was heading. Maybe I always knew it, deep down. Maybe a part of me even wanted us to take it to the next level. Either way, when our gym sessions started to conclude with intense, passionate sex in Joe’s truck in the parking lot, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

And when Joe asked me to come visit some mutual friends out in Arizona for five days, that felt like natural progression, too. Why shouldn’t we enjoy our newfound relationship and explore our intoxicating sexual chemistry?

‘We are pretty good together,’ Joe says, flashing me a wicked grin. ‘We’re good everywhere we go.’

His words make me reminisce about the past few months. How hot we’ve been together. How intense and passionate and sexually aggressive. Joe has woken up a monster inside me; and that monster needs feeding. I remember all the times I climbed into the cab of his pickup truck. All the times I straddled him, our firm bodies tensed and coiled and exhausted from the workout. All the times I let him push me back on the seat and mount me in a desperate frenzy of passion and lust and burning need.

‘Yes, we are,’ I say, returning his wicked grin with one of my own. ‘And I can’t wait to find out how much better we get.’

He leans across the seat and kisses me. The feel of his lips on mine is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Every time is like the first time, a feeling that ignites a fire in my belly and makes my skin tingle with desire. I open my mouth and greedily lap at his tongue, feeling that fire burn brighter and hotter and more fiercely now. My body yearns for Joe in a way that it’s never burned for any man before. I don’t care that we’re on a plane, I don’t care that there are a hundred other passengers on board, I don’t care about anything right now. All I want is to mount him in the seat right now and take his beautiful, thick, satisfying manhood inside me and toss my head back and moan for him. We break off our kiss and lean back, looking at each other through hazy and lustful eyes.

For the briefest moment, I entertain the possibility of slipping away to the bathroom with Joe. I know how good his lovemaking is on the ground, I can only imagine how much better it feels at ten thousand feet. I glance up and down the aisle. The stewardess is working toward the rear of the plane. She might not notice if we slipped out of our seats for a few minutes.

But the seatbelt warning light pings into life on the display panel above our heads, killing my chance to join the mile-high club for now. The captain’s bored voice crackles through the overhead speakers, mumbling something about the plane coming in to land at Phoenix airport and the local temperature. It sounds crazy hot – but then again, Arizona is always crazy hot.

‘How do they stand this kind of heat?’ I say.

‘Huh?’ Joe says.

‘Christina and Lou,’ I say. ‘How do they live in Arizona? It’s gotta be a hundred-plus degrees every day of the year.’

‘Air conditioning,’ he says, with a shrug.

‘I like good weather and I like to sweat,’ I say, ‘but I prefer to earn that sweat.’

He shoots me a wicked grin, his eyes flicking down to the swell of my chest, to the firm mounds I know he loves. I had them enhanced a few years back to help with my competing – there’s nothing as unattractive in a judge’s mind than a muscular woman with a flat chest – and Joe loves to grope and fondle them as we indulge our wicked passion.

‘I know you do,’ he says, in a low, dangerous voice – the voice he adopts when I’m driving him crazy with lust and desire. I love hearing that voice. I love knowing the effect I have on him. When we’re working out at the gym and I squat down nice and low with a weighted bar across my shoulders, I love knowing that he’s watching my tight, toned ass bend and clench and squeeze with every rep. I love that sharp intake of breath he makes when I let water spill over my lips and down my chin. I love feeling his hardness pressing into my back when he steps in to assist me.

He leans in again for another kiss. I lean toward him as well and flick my tongue over his lips, teasing him, before leaning back, a playful smile on my face. His eyes flash with burning passion, a look that almost screams, You’re going to regret that later. I hope so. If there’s one thing Joe does better than any man I’ve ever known, it’s the intensity and power of his lovemaking. No other man I’ve ever met has fucked me like he does.

‘What do you want to do when we land?’ he says.

I feel the plane dip, the pressure in the cabin beginning to change as the captain starts the long descent to Phoenix airport. I consider all the options at my disposal. We could cram ourselves into a tiny airport bathroom – two large, powerful bodies in a tiny cubicle – and release our pent-up frustration together. We could pick up our rental car and find a quiet place to re-enact our post-gym sex sessions. But the plane sinks through the white fluffy cotton-candy-clouds and the sunlight glints off my wedding ring, clearing my mind. I want to make urgent, frantic, passionate love to Joe as soon as physically possible – hell, I’ll pin him down in the aisle the moment the place touches the runway if I can – but I know what I should do.

‘I need to call Dan,’ I say, in a low voice, too low for anyone else to overhear. ‘I should let him know I’ve landed.’

Joe makes a derogatory scoff and says, ‘Let him wait.’

‘If I don’t call first, he’ll call me. And he’ll keep calling until I answer. You don’t want my husband to get suspicious, do you?’

‘What’s he gonna do about it?’ Joe says. He places a protective, territorial hand on my bare thigh again. The heat from his touch floods my body. I fight to urge to part my thighs and invite his hand to explore me further.

‘Divorce me?’ I say quietly.

‘Good. Means you’re all mine.’

I smile and turn back to the window, watching the world