My Naughty Bad Wife
By Kellion.
My wife was bent over, rearranging the items under the sink. My eyes took in the sight of her ass, wide, full, and round, covered in her shortest denim shorts.
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” She said, giving a little wiggle before standing up and turning to face me. My wife Samantha is a fun size. 5’2″ maybe 5’3″ if you ask her and she’s in shoes. Her weight has always been an insecurity for her, but to me, I see a body of curves to explore, wide hips, round, plump, full ass, thick, luscious thighs, stunning breasts. After 17 years together, not a day goes by that she isn’t the most gorgeous and sexiest woman I have ever seen.
“That’s a good idea. Let me grab my phone, and you bend back over.” I said.
She rolled her hazel eyes and replied, “You are always such a perve,” and then she winked, turning back around and bending over. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that. I reached into my pocket, took out my phone, and started to snap pics the swiped to record as she started to wiggle around. “Stand up. Turn around.” She did as I went back to snapping pictures. I took a good look at her in those tight, short denim shorts and the white tank top she had on. “Leave your shirt on, but take off your bra.” She did just that, using the little trick women use of removing their bra under their shirt. “Turn the cold water on and spray your shirt.”
“Absolutely not! It’s freezing.”
“Sam. Now.”
She took a breath and grinned. “Dammit.” She reached for the nozzle, flipped on the water, and let out a scream. “Fuck that’s cold!”
She turned back, facing me, pulling the thin white shirt tight against her breasts, clearly visible through the wet material, and her tummy. I started snapping more pictures. She started raising her shirt, exposing herself even more, before taking it off. I was rock hard watching her. She started to unbutton her shorts, unzipping them, and turned around as she pushed them down, leaving just her white panties. She bent down, legs parted. The damp spot of her panties was clearly visible. She reached between her legs, rubbing her panties against her and pushing them into her. I alternated between recording and snapping pictures. She kicked away her shorts and, hooking a thumb on each side, pulled down her panties. Her bush around her pussy glistened as she bent back over so I could see from behind.
“Those pics should last you,” she said as she reached down, picking up her panties. She sauntered towards me, handing them to me. “You’d better get to work. You don’t want to be late.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked while bringing the panties up, breathing in her scent.
“I was going to do some laundry and chores. Now I think I will go watch some of those videos you were showing me the other night.”
“Which videos?”
“Oh, for some reason, I kind of want to go watch that one of the wife being bad after her husband left for the day and had a guest come over…”
“You do?”
“Mmhmm. Maybe go get my toy and watch it on the big TV in the living room.”
“You are evil. I’m so hard…”
“A shame you have to go to work. But you have plenty to keep your mind occupied now.” She reached up, pulling my head down, kissing me hungrily. I could feel her moving as we kissed, and as we pulled away, she brought a glistening wet finger to my lips, which I greedily licked and sucked. “When you come home, you can have another taste.”
“All of these great pics its a shame I’m the only one that gets to see them.”
“What does that mean?” She asked. “You know I’m not going to send them to anyone. Besides i love that I still turn you on, but no one would want to look at an old fat woman.”
“Sam, you are fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. Any man would love to see these.”
“Yeah, right.” She reached up, brushing her hand over my cheek, and tugged at my beard, pulling me back down to kiss her. “I’m just glad that you still love to look.”
“I could prove it to you,” I said
“Yeah, right. How? You aren’t sending those to anyone.”
“I could post them in some of those subreddits we were looking at when playing. Blur your face and tattoos.”
There was a moment of silence and an expression on her face that betrayed her next words. “You know I don’t want you to do that. Besides, I’m telling you no one wants to see this.” I had known her too long. I knew that look she had, even if it was only there for a moment.
“I dare you.”
“Really? Daring me?”
“In fact, I will dare you and make a bet with you. I’ll make a profile, post some of them, and if you get upvotes and comments proving me right, I win. If they go the whole day with under 50 upvotes or likes, you win.”
“What do I win?” She asked.
“How about that new toy you wanted but were saying was too expensive?”
“And if you win,” she asked.
I grinned and winked at her. “If I win, then we post more. And you use the profile to flirt and tease them a bit.
“I don’t know about that, James. Posting more, maybe, but the other?”
I reached down, touching her, feeling how wet and on fire she was. Sliding my fingers against her pussy, rubbing and then slipping a finger into her shocked at just how wet she was. “Says the woman about to go play with herself, watching a video of a wife fucking another man. Watch your video and think about it. Think of me tasting you as you read all the horny comments and replies to your posts.” She moaned, then stepped back, pushing me away.
“You are going to be late. I’ll think about it.”
I knew not to push, gave her a quick goodbye kiss, and headed to work.
Work was uneventful; the texts throughout the day with Samantha had been very eventful, and she had first teased me as she watched the video of the bad naughty wife and played with herself. She was getting more from teasing and tormenting me than from the video. But then sexting and teasing had always been one of our strong suits. We met 17 years ago online in a popular MMORPG. After way too long in a long-distance relationship, we finally closed the distance, as they say. During all of it and still today, sexting all day long was one of our favorite types of foreplay.
During the time apart, we have explored a lot of our fantasies with each other, discussing them. Teasing each other with them. One that always gets both of us going is wife sharing and cuckolding. Not Something we have done, but the fantasies, teasing, and role play involving it often get very spicy. We both liked the power play dynamics. I was a switch. Sometimes dominant. Most of the time, I was rather submissive in bed. The video she had been watching had been one that I had sent her when teasing her before we fucked the other night. It was a wife whose husband had a small cock, and when he was out of town, she invited a few friends over to fill in. Samantha had really gotten into it. So had I. We’ve always had a great sex life, but the truth of the matter was my skills came from manually and orally pleasing her. There were a lot of positions that, due to my lack of penis size and both of our weight, weren’t viable. Plus, we had discovered while playing over the years that I had a bit of a small penis humiliation kink. And she enjoyed that. I decided to tease her a bit when I texted her.
(Me) Imagine the trouble you could be getting into right now with me at work. Just like in that video
My phone vibrated just a moment later, and I checked to see her reply.
(Samantha) Oh, I could be having all kinds of fun. Getting stretched. Filled.
(Me) Just think if you had let me post those pictures. You could be replying to all the thirsty men and women wanting to play.
(Samantha) Would you like? That’s me here at home, flirting with other men on Reddit who are looking at my naked pictures?
(Me) You want me to really answer that? Or are we just teasing?
(Samantha) I really want to know.
(Me) Yes. I think it could be fun, and if it’s not, we can block, delete, and go on. It’s just online.
(Samantha) That’s if you even win the bet. I’m still not convinced.”
(Me) Then let’s find out.
I waited for what felt like eternity before she replied again—first sending me a little devil emoji, then a picture of her toy lying between her thighs in a very wet towel.
(Me) You liked the video that much?
(Samantha) No…. not the video
(Me) Then what??
(Samantha) The thought of losing the bet.
(Me) So you want me to post them then?
(Samantha) no. I want you to edit them as you said. Then send them to me. I want to be a bad wife and post them. It’s just online. Youll becable to see the upvotes and comments.
(Me) But not the DMs….
(Samantha) no. Not the DMs. A bad wife wouldn’t show her husband she had been sending naughty DMs, would she? We don’t have to do this.
(Me) No. No, she wouldn’t show them. That would turn you on? Keeping the dm’s secret?
(Samantha) yesss
(Me) Men telling you they want to fuck you? Sending you pictures of their cocks? You telling them what you wished they were doing to you?
(Samantha) fuck yes. And you’re not getting to see any of those dm’s.
(Me) Because you are a bad, bad wife?
(Samantha) very bad.
I had already blurred the photos earlier while work had been slow. I chose my favorites, along with some GIFs of her wiggling, and sent them to her, along with a list of links to subreddits where she should post them. It was almost lunch when she finally responded with a link to her profile. BadwifeSam. I clicked the link and saw all the subreddits she posted to. The upvotes were already starting. I made sure to add my own to each post. She was playing up the bad wife persona. Some of the pictures had titles like “My husbands at work, what would you do with me?” I checked another. This is the pic I chose if she bent over the wet spot on her panties visible. “All wet, would someone like to take these off?” I read through the comments. They did indeed want to help with that. I looked over some of the comments in the other posts. They all liked what they saw. Some were rather crude, but Sam sometimes liked crudeness when she was really turned on. She had started replying to some. Blush emojis, thank you’s, devil emojis. My phone vibrated as a new text came in.
(Samantha) You win.
(Me) What do I win?
(Samantha) a bad wife. I can’t wait for you to get home.
(Me) Me either.
That had been the last of the texts as I set about focusing on work. However, I was still keeping an wye on her Reddit posts and comments. She had added the pic of her used toy that she sent me. She was getting a lot flirtier in the comments as well, asking for details about what they wanted to do to her.
I raced home as soon as my shift ended. I found her lying in bed naked and still looking at her phone. She looked at me. “Be a good boy and come lick up all this mess….” I watched her as I moved closer to the bed. She looked back at her phone, and I saw her thumbs moving. She was talking to someone. I climbed onto the bed. Kissing my way up her leg and nibbling at her inner thigh, before I felt her hand grab my hair and pull my head where she wanted it. “That’s it. Use that tongue of yours. Feel how wet I have been. Lick it all up. Make me cum.”
God, she tasted so good. Going down on her was my favorite thing in the world. Even more than traditional piv sex. I’d choose going down on her over having my cock sucked. I licked and nibbled. I lapped and suckled. I was thrusting my fingers inside as I focused on her clit with my mouth. Her thighs were squeezing my head. I looked up. She was still typing as she writhed and moaned. My cock was so hard it hurt as it pressed into the bed. She came, her pussy gushing around my pumping fingers as I sucked her hard little clit.
She screamed and moaned and bucked up against my mouth. I pushed my pants down, scooting up the bed, grabbing her legs, pushing them back. My body’s size, combined with my lack of size, sometimes made it difficult to get into the right positions. I pushed into her. She put the phone down, pulling my mouth to hers as we kissed. Me thrusting inside. She was wrapping her arms around me, kissing her way to my ear.
“That’s my boy. You made me cum so hard. Take your reward. Fill me full, I want you filling me, dripping, leaking out of me. She moved my head to her breast. A hard nipple at my lips, and I suckled while I thrust harder and harder. “That’s it. Give it to me. Now James. Fill me up, James. Let that little cock cum inside me.” I came hard, biting her breast, my cock spurting, and I collapsed beside her.
She rubbed my hair. “Such a good boy. Mine.” She murmured.
“Yours,” I replied with a sigh of contentment. “Mine”
“Yours.”
We lay that way a while longer. Just holding each other, touching and kissing.
The next few days, things seemed to return to normal, well, more or less. We had taken a few more pictures and some video clips for her to post. I continued reading the comments, and she kept all the DMs to herself. By the time Friday rolled around, things had nearly fully settled down. She hadn’t posted any new pictures. Instead, the last couple of days she had been working on a new cosplay for the next Fanfest convention. She had told me the night before that she was headed into town to her friend’s house for one of their “stitch n’ bitch” sessions. Wine, sewing, and a lot of spilled tea. It had been a long while since her last visit with them.
I decided to treat myself to a night in. I grilled a steak and baked a potato. Enjoyed my favorite bourbon. And then hopped on Reddit to peruse my wife’s pictures and read over the comments again until I fell asleep.
I woke in the pitch-black room as I heard the bedroom knob turn and the door open. I could see the curvy silhouette of my wife, Samantha, as she walked in. “What time is it?” I mumbled as I reached out, feeling around for my phone.
“Don’t worry about what time it is. Just lie very still.” Her voice had a playful teasing note but also a hint of command. I knew the sexy, naughty tone very well.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I could see her begin to undress and wished there were more light in the room. It was a crime not to be able to take in her view completely. She’s a short, chubby Latina goddess, and to me, the hottest, sexiest woman alive. I lay there watching as she took the last of her clothes off, then she reached down, picking up her panties. Again, wishing there were more light.
“Would my dirty boy like these?” She teased. She knew I had a thing for panties. Before moving in together, we spent much of our relationship in a long-distance relationship. She used to mail me her worn panties and make me play with them and myself as she listened on the phone.
“Yes….”
“Too bad. Tell me, have you been touching? Have you been stroking yourself tonight while I was out? Imagine one of your filthy, dirty, little fantasies?” She knew me too well. As was par for the course when she would go hang out with her friends, or hell, go anywhere, I would fantasize she was misbehaving. Throughout our long relationship, we have loved teasing each other with dirty fantasies. One that always gets both of us going is her with other men. It’s just been a fantasy for years, but it’s the one we would tease each other with the most. It especially drives me wild when she takes the dominant role in such fantasies. And with the recent events with her starting to post those spicy pictures to Reddit and teasing in comments and dm’s, the fantasy of my bad wife, as she likes to call it, has been in overdrive.
“Yes.” I quietly replied.
“Did I say you could stroke that tiny little cock of yours?” My cock twitched, and my pulse quickened. Mistress was coming out to play tonight. She knew humiliation was a huge turn-on for me.
“No, Mistress.”
“I should have put your cage on you and locked that little thing up.” She stood there just beside the bed, completely naked in the dark, as she questioned me, “Tell me about it,” she demanded.
I loved it when she got like this. I took a steadying breath to calm my excitement before speaking. “I lay here, stroking myself, thinking of you. Edging for hours before cumming.’
“And what were you imagining?”
“You’re meeting another man instead of being with your friends sewing.”
“No, pet. I want to know exactly what you imagined I was doing.”
“I pictured you down on your knees sucking another man’s cock.”
“This cock you imagined I was sucking. Was it bigger than yours?”
“Yes. Much longer and thicker. Several inches.”
“Good. What else?”
“He took you from behind.”
“Mmm. That’s my favorite position, you know? Bent over and fucked. Well… I guess you wouldn’t. Not really, would you?”
Her words stung, but aroused me even more. which she knew they would. We had played around enough with humiliation fantasies over the years. I was fully hard.
“No, Mistress,” I whispered.
She started to get into bed, moving slowly. “And why is that?” She asked.
“Because my cock is too small to take you from behind.”
“My big, full, round ass is too much for you?” She asked, and I silently nodded. “You have to use that sleeve to fuck me from behind, but it’s not the same. It’s just being fucked with a toy…. It’s been 17 years since I have been bent over and fucked by a real cock.” She climbed into the bed, moving close to me, her hand reaching down, feeling my cock, and squeezing. “Tell me, James, do you think I should be bent over and fucked by a real cock?”
“Yesss.” I moan
“Would you like to know a secret? What I’ve been talking about this week with the men dming me and liking my pictures?”
“Yes, I would,” I whisper.
“They send me pictures of their big, thick cocks and tell me how they would fuck me. And I tell them how badly I wish they were fucking me. Because I wish they were….”
“You do?”
“Oh yes. Should I find a man to fuck me? Use me in all the ways you can’t.”
“Oh god yes.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Me bent over another man’s bed being fucked senseless?”
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper. My throat is dry.
“There was no stitch n bitch tonight,” she whispered as she moved to the head of the bed and straddled my face. The scent of her was so close was driving me wild, but I knew not to lick until she lowered herself down and told me. Not when she was Mistress. So lost in the buzz and pounding of my pulse from her scent, I almost missed what she said. Almost.
“There wasn’t.”
“Would you like to know where I was?” She asked
Her teasing was driving me crazy. My mind raced, wondering if she was just teasing and playing along with our naughty game. Or if she was serious. “Yes, Mistress,” I breathe.
“Lick me.”
She lowered herself down just as I replied. Her pussy meets my lips. She was soaking wet. I licked, my tongue parting her soft, wet folds and lapping, tasting her, and as I did, my head spun like crazy. I could taste her, but also the unmistakable taste of cum. I could barely hear her over the rush in my head.
“You don’t need to know where I have been, pet.”
Her hand reached down, grabbing a handful of my long hair, pulling my head up into her as she pressed down more of her weight, grinding herself against my face.
“You don’t need to know where I was. What all did I do? Who I was with. You just need to know,” her voice faltered as she moaned while I licked. Her voice was almost growling when next she spoke. “You just need to know that for 17 years, pet, you have teased and tormented me with the fantasy of a bigger cock. Of being pounded and fucked like the dirty whore I am. You get me wet and needing it, but that little dick of yours never follows through to fuck me as you tease them fucking me. Seventeen years of being stretched by toys, not cock…. Dammit, don’t stop. You teased me with making that damn Reddit account and wanting me to tease men who got all hard and horny at my pics. Lick me and fucking taste what you and your constant teasing created. Taste what it made me do tonight.”
I licked and sucked, drinking in every drop I could get of her and the cum still inside her. I couldn’t believe it. My mind was a burning, raging inferno of chaos. There was jealousy, arousal, anger, and desire. I began sucking her clit as she ground harder, getting closer to cumming.
“You have always said this was your biggest fantasy. Me coming home to you full of cum. I hope it’s everything you wanted. Because James, I’m going to tell you right now that man that fucked me? The pounding he gave me? The confident forcefulness he took me with? It’s everything you teased me with before we met in person. Everything you teased me with over the years when making me think of other men. Everything I have been needing and haven’t had since before you. My pussy was stretched more than any sleeve or toy you have used. You have a choice, pet. You hear me, James? You have a choice to make right here and now.”
She moaned.
“You can stop licking and fuck me with that tiny little cock right now, and I will be the good wife and never do what I did tonight again, and we will stop with these fantasies. Completely. No more teasing me with what I can’t have again. No more pictures. No more Reddit. No more finding videos and stories to send back and forth. No more bad wife.” My mind spun. Did I want her never to do this again?
I was snapped out of my thoughts as she moaned, “Or you can keep licking, and I will be a very bad wife. A very, very bad wife. I will be the slut we both fantasize I am, and visit my new Reddit friend from tonight again tomorrow, and let him take me again. Make me cum with your mouth, and from now on, I will get to fuck other men whenever I want. Whoever I want. You’ll only know if I want you to know when it happens. That’s the deal, James.”
Her breathing was quick, her words panted between moans, but were filled with certainty. Fuck! I’m so close to cumming. I’m so close, you’d better make your decision.” I sucked harder on her clit. Reaching up squeezing her breasts and pinches her nipples. The choice she offered seemed simple to me in the moment.
“Make me cum. Make me cum, James, if you want me to get fucked again tomorrow. If you want your dirtiest fantasies to happen, this is your one chance. If you want me meeting men and fucking them without you even getting to know….”
I nibbled, suckled, and licked until she screamed out as she came, pushing my head down and away, and collapsed to her side.
We lay there in silence for minutes that seemed an eternity. “Did all of that really just happen?” I asked, still in a daze.
“Mmhmm. Are you okay with it?” She asked. I could feel her watching me.
“I think so…. Another man, really….?” My voice trailed away.
She shifted in the bed. Snuggled close against me and gently kissed my lips, whispering. “Yes, and it’s going to happen again tomorrow.” She reached down and slowly began squeezing and stroking my still rock-hard cock. “And no. You don’t know him; he’s someone who’s been DM’ing me on Reddit. and you don’t get to know who he is, so don’t ask.” She stroked me more. “It feels like you like that thought.”
“I do.”
“Cum for me. Show me you want me to get fucked. Cum for me, James. If you cum right now, I’ll call you tomorrow and let you listen when he bends me over and starts to fuck me.”
That was all it took. I came, moaning and covering her fingers. She made herself catch it all in her hand. Scooping up any she missed and pushed her fingers one by one into my mouth to clean. “Are you going to clean me up again when I get home?”
I moaned my answer, “Yesss.”
“That’s my dirty boy,” she purred. “We can talk about how things will be in the morning. This is a big step for both of us. Mine,” she whispered.
“Yours,” I replied. “Mine.”
“Yours. Always.” She said
“Always.”
“I love you,” she whispered as she kissed me again.
“I love you,” I replied, and snuggled close as we drifted to sleep, wondering what would happen tomorrow and where things would go with Pandora’s Box opened.
The End.
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