The Bad Wife: At Home

Chapter One

Chapter One

Ian woke up wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and duvet. He was confused and feeling stiff from sleeping on the bedroom floor.

He stood and stretched, looking over at the bed. Slowly his fuddled mind took in the sight of two naked women under the thin sheet. His beautiful wife, Laura was entwined around the body of a slim young woman. Now he was stiff in every sense of the word.

Fragments of recollection floated across his consciousness. Laura had rescued this girl from an abusive drunk at the airport while they’d been waiting for their return flight last night. The pair had got to know each other intimately on the ‘plane ride home. There had been no seduction or romance. It was more like a highly sexualised initiation ceremony with Laura taking the role of chief abuser.

Ian tried to focus on her name, but all his memory served up was the definite assurance that it began with the letter G.

Laura stirred and snuggled further into the warm embrace of her bed mate. Even in her half asleep state she nuzzled instinctively at the girl’s neck bringing a contented sigh to her lips, which no doubt signified a kindling spark of arousal and wakefulness.

Ian glanced around in the dim light of the curtained room and licked his lips uncertainly, as if expecting someone to leap out and condemn his unwitting role as voyeur. He gathered a blanket from the floor to wrap around his shoulders and cautiously moved closer to the bed. With a self satisfied smile, and in a well practiced move, he took his fully formed erection in hand and began to jerk off.

He watched intently as Laura, still half asleep, languidly lifted a hand and pushed the sheet down, following the soft contours and hard angles of her partner’s body as she did so. Her hand trailed back up to take hold of the girl’s pert breast. Dipping her head and snaking out a long tongue, she stroked the pink n****e into a rigid point.

The young woman moaned as she too surfaced into consciousness and pulled Laura’s head closer, urging a deeper, more forceful contact.

Laura withdrew slightly to look up and smile. “Good morning Janine,” she purred.

Ian froze mid-stroke. Despite his confused feelings of arousal and fear of being caught, he registered that his speculation over their guest’s name hadn’t even been close. Possibly his brain hadn’t been getting its fair share of the blood supply lately.

Since no-one seemed to have noticed him, Ian resumed his self-pleasuring.

“It certainly is a good morning so far,” Janine replied, accepting a slow deep kiss. She mewled with disappointment, but then in pleasure, when her hostess broke away to suckle enthusiastically on her t**s.

Laura grew more ardent and demanding. She pushed Janine’s legs wide apart and began chaffing the wet opening of her p***y with the palm of her hand. A gasp escaped Janine’s lips as Laura bit sharply into the firm flesh of her breast and then worked her way down, nipping at her ribs, her hip and finally the inside of her thighs, which were slick with her juices.

“Stop that! Go and make us some tea.” Laura’s voice was like a pistol shot in the gloom.

Ian stopped mid-motion holding onto his upright member, like a child caught with his hand in the jar but reluctant to let go of the cookie.

While they had been away, Laura had revealed a new side to her nature; shockingly promiscuous and electrifyingly dominant. It appeared she had every intention of imposing the same erotic regime now they were back at home. Ian’s c**k throbbed in anticipation.

Laura’s voice snapped again. “If you splurge that horrid Crème Brule of yours over my nice clean duvet, you’ll be sleeping in the shed for the rest of the week. In nothing but one of my little frilly nighties.”

Ian whirled around, emitting a small ‘Eke’ and scampered down the stairs.

“And bring up the cases!” echoed after him.

Their bags were by the front door, where they’d been left, following their arrival home from the airport late the night before. After setting the kettle to boil, Ian lugged them upstairs and placed them quietly outside the bedroom door. He listened for a moment and then trudged down again, praying that the Sapphic scene within would last until he got back.