Naughty Wives – A Trilogy

Three stories about naughty, sexy wives and the men who love them. First, Kerri, who’s surprised to find her husband in a hotel restaurant. Then, Andrea, a mob boss’s wife, is feeling neglected and bored until the perfect man introduces himself. Last, Deanna is riding in the back of a covered wagon with a handsome young man who wants her and isn’t shy about showing it.

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The champagne and food were marvelous and after the second of Devon’s three toasts to the new couple, she excused herself to the ladies’ room. As she exited the lounge, something, or rather, someone, caught her eye.

Kerri was stunned to see her husband, Pete, walk through the main dining room. She stopped abruptly, making a server stop short behind her. Kerri stepped out of his way and apologized softly. She stepped next to the wall and followed her husband with her eyes. Pete was dressed nicely in a dark blue pair of dress slacks and a pale blue dress shirt. He looked great.

Her husband walked to the back of the room, where he arrived at a big corner booth. There were three other men there. She studied them. They all appeared to be in their thirties, like Pete, but she didn’t recognize any of them. All were well dressed and groomed, and they greeted her husband as he arrived. He shook hands with them all before sitting at the end of the booth. A waiter approached the table, and she saw her husband order something—a drink, she supposed. There were already a few empty pilsner glasses on the table.

Kerri shrugged. Pete was, of course, free to make whatever plans he wanted when she went out of town, and there seemed to be nothing untoward about this at all, she thought. She was about to turn back to her party when her eye was caught by another couple of someones.

She wouldn’t have called herself worldly, but Kerri knew a couple of high-end call girls when she saw them. Like a few people in the room, she tracked the two women with a sense of dread in her gut. A blonde and a redhead, in colorful bodycon minidresses and heels. Both women were extremely attractive and somehow managed the fine line between elegant and slutty.

As she feared, both women stopped at her husband’s table. Her eyes glued to Pete’s face. She was relieved to see that he looked surprised by the women’s arrival. His friends, however, did not. Two of the men stood and welcomed them, before allowing the women to slide into the booth. Pete stepped out from his seat to allow the blonde to slide between him and another man.

“Kerri! Where have you been?” She jumped as Susan grabbed her arm. “Are you coming or what? They are waiting to order dessert.”

Kerri stammered. “I umm … I just thought I saw someone I knew,” she glanced back at her husband and was relieved to note that her husband looked decidedly uncomfortable.

She sighed and nodded at Susan. “Okay, it’s nothing. Let’s go.”

When she arrived back at the table, she apologized for taking so long.

“We were just about to order dessert if you’d like some. I hear the crème brûlée is to die for here,” Alena said, smiling. “But if you need to go, we understand.”

Kerri paused a moment before answering and then set her jaw. “You know what, I just spoke to my husband, and he’s not feeling well. I will stay for dessert,” she glanced at Devon. “And more champagne?”

The older man smoothed down his mustache and grinned at her. “Yes, more champagne!”