Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}

-•MEGAN•-

The bass from the club thrums in my bones, but the sting in my heart is louder.

I drain the last of my drink, letting the burn settle into something like courage.

Beside me, a handsome stranger lounges against the bar, the strobe lights catching in his dark blue eyes.

I rise from my chair and step closer to him, close enough that my lips brush the shell of his ear just so he can hear me over the music.

"Will you fuck me for a thousand dollars?" I ask.

He just stares at me at first, his eyes widening slightly.

Then he lifts his champagne glass to his lips and takes a sip.

He drops the glass back onto the counter with a sharp click, and a slow smile curves across his lips.

I take a step back, eyes locked on him, holding my breath as I wait for his reaction.

Is he going to curse me out?

Or say no and make me regret every step I took to get here, every nerve I summoned to ask him such a question

"Well, well," he says.

He lifts a hand and lets his fingers trail down my left arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Of course, darling. I would gladly do so."

I stare at him, slightly stunned.

He agrees-he actually agrees.

I let out the breath I've been holding with a shaky sigh and whisper, "Okay," a small, trembling smile curling on my lips.

"But you know," he says, leaning in closer.

His cologne hits me instantly.

God. It smells so good... so expensive.

"I would have fucked you for free," he adds.

I meet his gaze, steadying my voice. "The reason I'm asking you to fuck me for a thousand dollars... is that it comes with a condition."

He arches an eyebrow, curiosity and amusement flickering in his eyes. "What condition?"

"You'll have to fuck me in front of my husband.

He freezes, staring at me like I've lost my mind.

Then a low whistle escapes him. "Wow... didn't see that coming."

"Yeah, I know. Not exactly the kind of thing anyone says on a normal day."

He chuckles. "No, definitely not. But why?"

"I want to get back at my husband," I say flatly. "I caught him cheating on me last week- in our bedroom. I want to do the same to him."

"Wow." His gaze sharpens, drifting over me with new interest.

"You're bold. And I like it." He lifts his glass, downs the last of his champagne, and sets it back on the table with a soft click. "Cash or transfer?"

"I'll give you the payment in full once it's done.

"When?"

"By this time next week."

He nods, reaches into his suit jacket, and pulls out a sleek white business card.

Taking my hand, he slips his card into it. "Call me."

"Alright."

"Can I get your name?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "You don't need to."

He rises from his seat, a smile forming on his lips as he stares at me. "See you next week."

And just like that, he walks away, disappearing into the crowd.

I exhale, a shudder running through me, and lift the business card in my hand, my eyes tracing the name and number.

"Christian Harrington. Nice name."

I slip the business card into my bag, take the seat Christian just vacated, and order another glass of champagne.

As I sip the champagne, my thoughts spin.

Is this really a good idea?

Having sex with a total stranger... and making my husband watch?

I've never done anything like this before.

I sigh, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

I've already come this far-I might as well go through with it.

Coming straight to the club after my shift at the hospital has become a regular routine lately, a way to keep my mind off the memory I can't seem to forget.

The memory of my husband, Issac, fucking another woman in our bedroom still burns in my mind.

When I caught him, he begged me, calling it a mistake.

But how can cheating ever be a mistake?

I told him I had forgiven him, but I hadn't.

I couldn't.

Every time I look at Isaac, the image of the face he made while his cock was buried deep in that woman's pussy flashes in my mind.

The memory hits me hard every goddamn time, sending a sharp sting through my chest.

Drinking doesn't ease the ache.

Nothing does.

My mind keeps dragging me back to that moment.

I try my best to forget that painful memory, but I can't.

So I make a decision.

I'm going to make Isaac feel exactly the way he made me feel.

Fucking a stranger, just like he did, and making him sit there and watch.

He needs to feel the exact pain tearing me apart.

It's the only way.

***********

NEXT WEEK

Today is the day I plan to get my revenge on Isaac.

I contacted Christian a few days ago and had him take a full panel of STD tests.

The results all came back negative, and I was glad when I saw them.

I'm going to fuck Christian raw, and I refuse to risk catching an STD.

Prevention is better than cure, after all.

Yesterday, I called Christian and gave him my home address, finalizing every detail of our plan.

I stand in my bedroom, wearing the black-and-white bunny lingerie I ordered.

The sheer white black bra barely covers my breasts, my nipples visible beneath the delicate fabric.

A tiny white G-string and black transparent net leggings hug my hips and a black band with bunny ears perches on my head.

I'm going to seduce my husband with this outfit, tease him, and then break him.

Everything is perfectly planned.

I check the clock on the wall.

It's 7:49 PM.

Isaac should be home any minute, but Christian is supposed to arrive first.

We planned for him to get here before Isaac.

I press a hand to my chest, feeling my heart race.

I can't lie-I'm nervous as hell.

This is the first time I'll be fucking another man besides Issac.

I married him as a virgin.

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rings.

I bolt to the front door, hoping it's Christian.

I glance through the peephole.

It's him.

He's wearing a plain white polo and grey sweatpants.

Letting out a sigh, I open the door.

"Damn," Christian breathes, his eyes roaming my body. He bites his lower lip. "You look so fucking sexy."

I roll my eyes. "Come in before someone sees you."

I grab his arm and pull him inside, shutting the door quickly.

As I lead him upstairs to our bedroom, his eyes stay glued to my ass.

"Damn, look at that fucking ass," he groans. "I can't wait to fuck it. I'm gonna make a mess of it."

His words send a shiver straight down my spine.

I smile and glance back at him over my shoulder.

When we reach my bedroom, I pull Christian inside and lead him straight to the ensuite bathroom.

"Stay in here," I say. "When everything is in place, I'll call you out."

"Why do I have to stay in the bathroom?" he asks, frowning. "Can't I wait in another room or something?"

"This is the best place. Don't worry Issac won't come in here."

"This wasn't part of the deal," he says, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, well. Sorry."

Christian looks at me, his gaze darkening.

"Kiss me."

I freeze. "What?"

"Kiss me. That's the only way I'm letting this go and staying in here."

I stare at him, shocked.

"Don't give me that face, darling," he says, a sly grin curling his lips. "Besides, we're going to kiss and fuck anyway. No difference doing it now."

"We... we can't kiss, now-"

But he doesn't let me finish.

In an instant, he closes the distance and crashes his mouth against mine.

-•MEGAN•-

Christian's tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting of mint mixed with tobacco.

He grabs my waist and drags me tight against him, forcing a gasp from my mouth into his.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls back.

"Your lips taste so fucking amazing," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo-"

Ding-dong!

The doorbell cuts me off.

My husband is home.

"Issac is here," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Stay in here and don't make a sound."

"Okay, ma'am," Christian says, his eyes gleaming.

I push him farther into the bathroom and shut the door.

Then I rush downstairs.

At the front door, I take a deep breath, smooth my hair, and swing it open.

Isaac stands by the door, his face tired, his hair slightly disheveled from work.

"Good evening, darling," I purr.

He looks at me, his eyes widening.

His gaze roams over my body, from the bunny ears down to the see-through leggings. "You look... you look-"

"I look what?" I ask, stepping closer.

"So fucking damn hot," he breathes out.

"Thank you, baby," I say, smiling.

I grab his tie and pull him inside, shutting the door behind us with a kick.

I turn to him, trailing a hand over his chest. "I wore this for you, baby."

Issac smirks and kisses me, his hands roaming roughly over my ass.

I moan into his mouth.

"Mmm, let's take this upstairs," I whisper against his lips.

"Let me take a shower first," he says, pulling back from my lips.

"No, baby," I whine, grinding against him. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I can't wait."

I tug him by the tie, leading him up the stairs to our bedroom.

He follows eagerly, smacking my ass as I lead the way.

"Damn, all this ass for me," he groans.

"Yes, baby," I murmur. "All for you."

At last, we reach our bedroom.

Isaac closes the door without looking back.

As soon as it clicks shut, I press against him, kissing him hungrily.

He pulls back slightly, grinning.

"Let me shower first, Megan. I'm sweaty."

"No, baby," I insist, pushing him back toward the bed. "I want you to fuck me right here. Right now."

My words seem to snap something inside him.

He lifts me effortlessly, setting me on the bed before settling on top of me.

His lips crush against mine, hands roaming over the sheer fabric, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

I feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants as he grinds into me.

I can't help but moan.

Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, I push against his chest.

"Wait," I breathe against his lips.

He pulls back, frowning. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I have a little surprise for you," I say, smiling slyly.

"A surprise? You know I love surprises, especially from you."

"Then get ready," I say, a sly smile curving my lips. "It's the best surprise you'll ever see."

His eyes light up, eager. "Show me, baby."

I push him off me and slide from the bed, taking his hands to lift him to his feet.

Carefully, I lead him to the sturdy wooden chair at the foot of the bed.

"Sit," I instruct.

He grins playfully as he obeys, settling into the chair, eyes hungry and fixed on me.

I can feel the heat of his anticipation as he watches every move I make.

I move to the wardrobe, pulling out four thick ropes before walking back to him.

"What are you planning to do with those?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss.

He kisses me back immediately, hungry and eager.

After a few seconds, I pull away, a sly smirk on my lips.

"I want to add a little spice," I whisper. "I'm going to tie you up... and I want you to watch this naughty bunny ride your cock."

A slow smirk spreads across his face. "I never knew you were into role play."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

I crouch and wrap a rope tightly around his right ankle, securing it to the leg of the chair.

I pull it until it digs into his skin, making sure it's as tight as possible. I do the same with his left ankle.

Rising, I move to his wrists, tying his right hand tight to the arm of the chair and knotting it securely, then his left.

I meet his gaze, anticipation burning in his eyes, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to whisper in his ear.

"Now, get a taste of your own medicine," I hiss, dragging my tongue in a slow stripe up his neck, letting him feel every inch.

I pull back to study his face.

Confusion flashes across his features, a flicker of unease in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Christian," I call.

Isaac freezes. "Who's Christian?"

The bathroom door swings open.

Christian steps out.

His gaze locks on me as he walks slowly, until he stands directly behind me.

Isaac's head snaps at Christian, eyes widening in sheer terror. "What the fuck? What is he doing here?"

He strains against the ropes, yanking frantically, clearly trying to break free, but they don't budge.

The chair legs scrape harshly against the floor as he struggles.

"Let me go! Loosen these ropes, Megan! What the hell is this stranger doing in our bedroom, seeing you half-naked?!" Issac yells.

I smile sweetly. "This stranger's name is Christian, and I'm the one who invited him. He's going to fuck me right here, right now. Since you thought it was fine to fuck someone else in our bed..." I trail off, stepping back until my back presses against Christian's chest. "I might as well do the same."

Isaac's eyes widened at my words, disbelief etched across his face.

"It was a mistake!" he yells, straining against the ropes. They bite into his skin. "I fucking apologized!"

"Well, I guess your apology wasn't enough."

In an instant, Christian's hands are on me.

His large, warm palms slide over the sheer net of my bra, groping my breasts roughly.

His thumbs circle my nipples, making them hard against the fabric.

I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder.

"Oh, mmhh... fuck..." I moan, lifting my head and locking my gaze on Isaac.

One of Christian's hands slides down from my breasts, gliding over my stomach before resting on my g-string panties, rubbing my pussy through the fabric.

He presses firmly, and I grind back against the hard length of his cock, straining insistently against his pants.

My eyes stay locked on Isaac.

I don't look away.

I watch his face twist with horror and rage as Christian's hands explore my body.

"You like what you see, right?" I pant, feeling Christian push my panties aside, his fingers rubbing against my bare pussy.

"Now watch. Watch another man fuck your wife... right in front of you."

-•MEGAN•-

I turn around and kiss Christian, his mouth hot and demanding on mine.

His hands roams over my back, then down to my ass, gripping it hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth.

Damn, I love the feeling of his hands claiming me, right here in front of Issac.

"Stop this! Stop this instant!" Isaac growls from the chair.

I break the kiss and glance at him from the corner of my eye.

His face is flushed, his eyes wide and wild, a vein pulsing in his neck.

I smile, loving every bit of the reaction on his face.

I want to see more.

Christian trails kisses down my neck, nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin.

"Oh... fuck..." I moan, my voice shaky.

His hand glides down my side, brushing over my hip, sending sparks of heat wherever it touches.

I take Christian's hand, guiding us closer to Isaac, stopping just inches away, directly in front of him.

Slowly, I sink to my knees on the tile floor.

"Please, Megan, stop," Isaac begs.

I ignore him.

My fingers move to Christian's belt, undoing the buckle with a loud click that echoes in the room.

I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.

Sliding my hand inside his boxers, I wrap around his cock, and immediately a gasp escapes me.

His cock is so fucking big and thick, already hard and throbbing in my hand.

I pull it free from his pants, staring at it, stunned by the size.

"Don't just stare at my cock," Christian says, his voice a low rumble. "Start stroking it."

"Shut the fuck up!" Isaac snarls, yanking at the ropes. The chair jolts. "She's my fucking wife, you pervert!"

I glance at Isaac, his face twisted in agony, his jaw so tight it looks like it might crack.

I smile. "Your wife?" I say. "You should have thought about that before you cheated on me."

Turning back to Christian, I lean forward, letting my tongue trace a slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

"God, Meg..." he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "Argghhh... fuck... yeah..."

"Stop it, Meg," Isaac's voice breaks.

"No!" I snap, not even sparing Isaac a glance.

I wrap my hand around Christian's cock, stroking it, then spit into my palm, the sound wet and messy, and use it to slick him up.

My other hand joins in, twisting my wrists as I work his cock with both hands.

"Shit... yes, don't stop," Christian moans, his hips pushing into my touch. "You're driving me crazy."

I tilt my head, keeping my eyes locked on Isaac as I continue, enjoying every reaction I get from both of them.

Christian grunts above me. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

"You win, Megan!" Isaac shouts. "I'm so fucking sorry for cheating on you!"

"I know you are," I say, not stopping my strokes.

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"Because," I pant, spitting on Christian's cock again to keep it slick, "I love the look on your face right now."

I lean in, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

I suck just the swollen tip, tasting salt and skin.

Gosh, just the head of his cock is already too big for my mouth.

Will his cock even fit in my pussy?

I hope it does... I can't back out now, not with Isaac here.

I swirl my tongue around the head of Christian's cock, then take it deeper, stretching my mouth wide to take all of it.

Bobbing my head, I pull back with a wet pop, my lips sliding over his cock as I tease every inch I can.

"Don't tease, suck it properly, darling," Christian commands, tightening his hold on my hair.

He wraps his other hand around his cock and slaps my cheek with it.

"Open up," he orders, and I obey.

Then he pushes my mouth back down onto his cock, forcing me to take it deep.

I gag immediately, tears springing to my eyes.

I pull back slightly, then began sucking his cock, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Every chance I get, I glance at Isaac, taking in his angry, frustrated expression.

He keeps struggling against the ropes, muscles straining, but it's useless, and I can't help smiling at his futile efforts.

The room fills with wet, gagging sounds, my chin slick with spit as I continue sucking Christian's cock relentlessly.

"Fuck, darling... just like that," Christian groans.

His pre-cum drips onto my tongue, bitter and warm.

He lets go of my hair and grips both sides of my head, pushing until his cock hits the back of my throat.

I gag hard, my body convulsing with each thrust.

"God... you're so good at this," Christian pants, tightening his grip on my head. "Don't stop... don't even think about stopping."

I manage a muffled sound around his cock, shaking my head slightly, but keep going, determined to obey.

"Ngghh! Yes... fuck, yes!" he hisses, driving his cock deep, the head pressing against the back of my throat, making me gag.

He holds me in place, refusing to let me pull away, and I clutch his thighs for support.

My throat felt like it was about to burst.

Unable to bear the pressure any longer, I tap on Christian's thigh.

He pulls back, and I gasp, sucking in air.

I turn to Isaac, catching my breath. "His cock is so fucking big," I rasp. "I can't wait to have it in my pussy."

"You don't have to do this, Megan," Isaac says, his voice tight with tension.

"I know," I reply, holding his gaze, "but I will."

I turn back, taking Christian's cock into my mouth again.

Guiding my head, Christian drives his cock into my mouth with brutal, relentless thrusts.

I choke and gag with every push, the sounds wet and messy.

"Ggrrgggg... take my fucking cock in your mouth," Christian growls.

After a few more thrusts, I feel his cock pulse in my mouth.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" he hisses, hips jerking.

The first hot streak of his cum hits the back of my throat.

"Swallow it. Swallow all of my fucking cum, darling," he grunts, pressing his cock harder into my mouth as he comes.

When he finishes, he pulls back, letting his cock slip from my mouth.

I lean back slightly, gasping for air, then lock eyes with Isaac as I swallow Christian's cum.

"That," I say, wiping my chin, "was so fucking delicious."

I catch sight of tears welling in Isaac's eyes, spilling over and streaking down his cheeks.

His tears send a thrill through me, but at the same time, a tiny sting of guilt pricks my chest.

Before I can process it, Christian's hands are on me.

He lifts me effortlessly from the floor, hooks his hands beneath the backs of my thighs, and carries me to the bed.

He sets me down with my legs spread, facing Isaac.

"Mmhmmm..." I gasp.

Without wasting a second, Christian moves to my right side, just beside my legs.

Grabbing the sheer fabric of my leggings, he tears them apart with a sharp rip, exposing my g-string panties.

I yelp.

He shifts my g-string panties aside, leaving my pussy completely exposed to Isaac's gaze.

Christian drags a finger slowly through my wet folds.

"Your pussy is so fucking pretty," he murmurs.

"Fuck off, man!" Isaac sobs, struggling violently. "You need to be arrested for this!"

I can see Isaac's face bulge with rage and I want more of it.

I want him to drown in regret.

Christian laughs. "I can't be arrested, man. It's consensual."

He lifts my right leg, bending me just enough for Isaac to see, then slides under my knee and drags a slow, flat lick up my pussy.

"Oh, fuck." I arch my back as a shiver shoots through me.

He licks my pussy again, then buries his face between my thighs and starts sucking on my clit.

I throw my head back, completely overwhelmed.

The pleasure is almost too much, and with Isaac watching, it feels even more intense.

I turn to look at Isaac, only to find him staring the other way, not at me.

"Issac, look at me," I demand, breathless.

"No," he chokes out. "I can't."

"Look at me!"

"No!"

Rage flashes through me.

Shoving Christian's head away from my pussy, I scramble to my feet, legs trembling.

I stagger to Isaac's wardrobe, yank it open, and pull out a thick brown folder of his office documents.

These are crucial, and everything for his big promotion is inside.

I move back to Isaac and grab his chin, forcing his face toward mine. "Look at me."

He squeezes his eyes shut.

I hold the folder up in front of his face. "If you don't look at me, I will fucking shred all of your documents. Every single page."

His eyes snap open, wide with horror. "You wouldn't dare."

I lean in close, my lips almost brushing his ear. "Dare me."