Slutty Girls Cheating Wives

This slutty little collection is all about the girls who don't take no for an answer! Inside you'll find The Curse, a story about a man who wakes up as an insatiable blonde girl just as "her" horny friends arrive for lunch. You'll also find the Dirty Diary of Leanne, a reluctant hotwife who is stunned one night when her husband asks her to cuckold him. And finally, you'll get A Little Trouble With The Law, the tale of a neglected woman who soon realizes that if her husband won't help her get pregnant, some of the handsome officers at the police station where he works might be able to help. 

The stories herein include mmf, breeding, creampies, cuckolds, femdom, interracial sex, hotwives, pregnancy risk sex, transformation, and women who know what they want from life.

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A Little Trouble with the Law [mmmf, breeding, cuckold, hotwife, interracial]

Sweet and perky, Chrissie is the neglected housewife of asshole cop Joel Waters. She desperately wants to start a family, but Joel wants nothing to do with her. One day while delivering lunch to her ungrateful husband, some of Joel's men try to cheer her up and Chrissie quickly realizes that she might not need her husband's help after all. Will Joel be forced to watch his wife take matters (and two of his most hunky constables) into her own hands? How will he stop his insatiable wife? That is, assuming he wants to...

This story is around 7200 words long, and features a baby-crazed young wife, gorgeous Latin and Caribbean police officers who were at the right place at the right time, and a miserable crooked cop who is cuckolded by his darling wife, in addition to oral sex, cheating, bbc, double vaginal penetration, pregnancy risk sex, and enough creampies that make this more than worth its list price.

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“…three times a week, and then spin class twice a week,” Chrissie explained.

She was bent over slightly in front of Rodriguez, and had hiked her yoga pants down just enough to show off a peek of her curvy, sculpted bottom. She pulled them back up and spun around quickly, giggling nervously at the constable’s reaction. She missed being desired.

“Holy fuck Chrissie,” Danny sputtered, “I’m… seriously. I mean, I knew you were into fitness, but damn.”

“Aw, thanks. That means a lot,” she cooed, her cheeks flushing warmly. His reaction only seemed to energize her.

“No kids with that booty? That’s insane. I mean, if you were my wife…” Danny trailed off in a knowing chuckle.

Intrigued by the flirty direction the conversation had moved, Chrissie gulped nervously. “You’d what?”

Danny laughed uncertainly at the question and shifted uneasily in his chair, trying to draw attention away from his stiffening cock.

“Well,” he began, “I wouldn’t ignore you for months. That’s for sure.”

“Is that so?” Chrissie glanced at the handsome young officer. She wanted to hear more.

Danny smirked and began to carefully choose his words. “Let’s just say you’d be tucked in just fine every night.”

“Oh,” Chrissie leaned back and teased her hair, wondering how much rosier her cheeks could get.

“Mhmm,” Danny grinned as his eyes began to trace along the toned contours of Joel’s wife before quickly looking away.

Joel fumed. This little game had gone on long enough. He rose to his feet, carefully preparing what he was going to scream at the ex-third-rank constable and his soon-to-be ex-wife. He reached for the door and collided rudely with it – the old steel door didn’t budge. He leaned on it and rattled the handle. 

Nothing. 

He looked around confused and cursed that he’d picked such an old room, as it wasn’t going to be wired with external intercoms until next summer. He instinctively reached for the radio on his shoulder, but went numb when he realized that he’d left all of his stuff on his desk – he didn’t want a sudden call coming through and ruining his flirting with the pretty cadets.

“Fuck,” Joel shook, and went over to the window. He beat on it for a few moments to no avail. He knew this was an old-style “crow’s nest,” the Plexiglas was reinforced and so thick that nobody would hear him on the other side. Furious, the sergeant began to pace back and forth in a cold sweat, trying to ignore the tinny conversation coming from the one-way intercom.

Marshalling this newfound self-esteem, Chrissie nervously broke the silence. “D-do you think I’m pretty, Danny?”

“You know I do,” his smouldering gaze drank her in. “I mean, I know that if you came to visit me every day,” he stood up.

“Yes?”

He strode confidently over to the table beside her and tapped it twice. “…I’d enjoy every second of your lunch visits.”

Chrissie bit her lip and practically felt the heat radiating off the strong body beside her.

She’d never had such attention lavished upon her before. It made her fluttery and happy. Danny was always kind to her at precinct barbeques. Still, she couldn’t ignore how warm and slippery his carefully checked aggression made her feel. She’d seen him in the change room once when she snuck in to surprise Joel, and although she’d never tell anyone, third constable Rodriguez had a smooth and toned swimmer’s body that Chrissie sometimes thought about when she was alone in the shower.

Excited blood pounded in her temples as she pushed herself past her fears. She stood up and locked the delicate blues of her eyes with his.

“W-what would we do, you and I?”

Danny smiled and placed a hand softly on her hip.

His touch was warm even through her clothes and Chrissie shivered in anticipation.

“Maybe this,” Danny teased as he stood behind her and began placing soft kisses against the woman’s delicate neck while his hands teased the contours of her curvy hips.

As the strong hands appreciated her body a flood of desire welled up hotly inside the demure blonde. Chrissie knew it was wrong, but didn’t care. She was so neglected and underappreciated that Danny’s touch promised to cure everything that was wrong with her life.

He gently placed soft bites along her neck, causing her to press her hips back against his body. When she felt his hard cock digging into her ass, something wild awoke in her.

“Danny, we shouldn’t…” she lied. She carefully ground her ass back against his cock, fully aware of how to stoke his lusty fires.

The handsome officer’s hands began to fiddle with her waistband. “I don’t care,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

She gasped at his unchained lust, never having felt so desired in years.

Chrissie’s mind was a drunken haze as she felt powerful hands slide her snug yoga pants along her toned thighs. When they hit the floor below her, she turned around and began kissing Danny. His lips were soft and his face was stubbly. His hands were squeezing and caressing her pink panties in a way that made mind into a heady whirlwind of lust. 

Chrissie didn’t care about her husband Joel anymore – all she could focus on was the muscular hunk pawing and worshipping her neglected, aching body. 

The blonde pulled away from his warm mouth as she pulled her top over her head. Locking eyes with him, she grinned, and then dropped to her knees in an expert yoga crouch.

“Oh fuck,” Danny muttered under his breath.

Her beautiful blue eyes practically shone at him as her heart thundered in her chest. The massive third constable whimpered as he saw her wetly drag her tongue across her plump lips. With a dull clatter, his belt dropped to the cold floor below as she began her attack.

The room went dead silent as Chrissie pulled the girthy shaft from his pants. Danny groaned as he felt the soft hands of his sergeant’s wife grasp the meat of his thick, hot cock. 

Joel had stopped pounding on the glass and observed what was happening with a sneer of disgust and confusion. 

“That’s my goddamned wife you filthy fucker…” he whimpered. The sergeant was furious, betrayed, and humiliated; and for some reason he couldn’t explain, incredibly aroused too. Seeing another man use what was so clearly “his” property awakened an odd blizzard of jealousy and white-hot arousal in him. Joel couldn’t explain it, but he watched spellbound as his wife Chrissie began to drag her hot little tongue along the side of the Danny’s hard cock.

 

A Collection of Dangerously Dirty Diaries (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol.1-3)

This collection of dangerously dirty diaries includes the diary of naughty school girl Dani, the journal of Roxie as she dips her toes into BDSM, and the sex writings of Leanne as her fiancé asks her to cuckold him. That's three different dirty diaries in one easy location!

Also, as an added extra, I've included a rather raunchy short called The Locker Room, from my Fantastically Filthy series. It features an attractive cheerleader named Ally, who discovers that her boyfriend cheated on her and decides to take her revenge upon him by having some fun with the handsome boys she finds in their university's locker room.

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Review: Mia's Milk Machine

Within the pages of Mia’s Milk Machine Nora Nix has delivered us a sweet little treat. Nix, a talented writer of all things kink, has penned a tasty little story that that more than satisfies and is easily read within a single sitting.

Our story begins as we’re introduced to Dom, a hunky mechanic with an alluring southern drawl. He discovers buxom southern belle Mia, who’s car has left her stranded in the sweltering heat. The tension builds as Dom finds himself fantasizing over Mia’s plump curves, but it seems that she doesn’t have the time of day for him. That all changes, however, when something goes awry at Mia’s malt shoppe and she desperately requires handsome Don’s skilled hands.

What I love about Nix’s writing is how nothing feels forced or suddenly dropped on us. We're treated to fleeting images of Mia delicately interwoven throughout the story; we discover her beautiful jade eyes, her pink heels, and the sensual curve of her ample bust in a wonderfully organic way. The world of Dom and Mia behaves realistically too – something often overlooked in fantasy erotica. When we're made privy to how the now curve-obsessed Dom knows the tune playing on Mia’s jukebox when he first walks into her shop, it’s cute and entirely believable.

Smart, sexy, and oh so very sweet, with Nora Nix as my guide I think it’s safe to say that I’m an eager convert to the world of BBW lactation erotica: trust me, you will be too.

Haleigh Cookson Clark rates this work 4.5 out of 5 stars.

Leanne [mmf, first-time, cuckold, hotwife] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 3)

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Serving the Succubus [mf, demon, femdom] (The Monsterland Series, Book One)

Ethan Banks is a jaded graduate student desperately looking for a big break in his ongoing research of Colonial American history. He gets more than he bargains for, however, when he accidentally summons a succubus during a late-night examination of a curious old tome. No stranger to indulgence, will Ethan be able to keep up with her insatiable appetites and balance his schoolwork? More to the point, will she allow him to live to see the end of the week, much less the semester? Only time will tell.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains sizzling sex between a cute, but jaded graduate student, a sexy succubus that he accidentally summoned, and her domination of his willing human flesh.

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“Mistress will suffice for now,” she dispassionately answered, letting the very tips of her claws sink softly into his belly.

Trying to distract her from poking a hole clear through him, he nervously spoke up. “Hello Mistress,” he began, “I’m Ethan, and…”

“I don’t talk with my food,” she smiled, showcasing her wicked fangs once more.

“But, I thought you said that…”

“Don’t dare correct me, meat,” his Mistress purred as she leaned in close and inhaled deeply along his neck. She opened her mouth and pressed her warm lips against the flesh of his neck, as if she were about to take a bite. He felt his pulse throb nervously against her touch.

Ethan desperately wanted to keep her talking. “S-so Mistress, you know that I’m a human, and I was wondering, you know, only if you were willing to chat about it, if I could ask…”

The succubus silenced him with a finger to his lips. “I’m a pleasing, velvety skin pulled taught over an insatiable carnal appetite.”

His eyes went wide and he remained perfectly still as he felt her serpentine tail begin to coil around his leg, snaking its way up his thigh.

“I see,” he replied.

Her horrible, dark eyes bored into his psyche. He tried to speak, but all he could feel was her tail winding up his leg. She flashed a grin when it slithered underneath his underwear, and warmly smiled as it began to tug the last of his clothing from his flesh.

Trying his best to gaze into her eyes, he looked down in time to see his aching shaft bob free of his underwear. He was flushed, hard, and already glistening with precum.

“Oh my,” the demoness cooed, “you’re a much bigger boy than I expected!” Her black eyes danced with delight, as she dragged her palm along his shaft. Her touch was unimaginably soft, and far warmer than any other girl he’d been with. He was about to wonder where her terrible claws went, but was too lost to pleasure to care.

Ethan shuddered, and thrust his hips up to meet her intoxicating touch.

“Such a good boy,” she smiled.

She took his full girth in her hand and gave it a slow, powerful squeeze, before returning to her agonizingly slow strokes.

He moaned softly, partly because of how slow and seductive she was being, but more because the thought of being jacked off by demonic hands that could effortlessly punch clear through a car door drove him wild. That she was intentionally restraining all of her unholy strength so that she might gently tease his cock made him feverish with forbidden lust.

Ethan buried his head in the pillow as he broke the silence. “I’m all yours Mistress.”

“We’ve already established that, but it’s very sweet to hear you say it.”

The succubus released her grip from Ethan’s shaft, and began to trace the tips of her claws along the soft underside of his cock.

Review: Dark Grove Plantation

I'm not really new to the world of erotica, but am a super novice when it comes to the darker shades of sexuality. I am, however, extremely glad that one of the first guides into this new territory was Julia Sykes' Dark Grove Plantation series. I've omitted the spoiler tag because it keeps screwing up my post, so if you don't want to learn about what happens, please stop reading!

Anyhow, what I appreciated greatly about the Dark Grove Trilogy is that its first offering, Awakened, didn't just throw me in the deep end and expect me to swim. I was introduced to Holly and her dinky boyfriend, as they progress to the forbidden club and eventually meet the very seductive Holden. Taken was super sexy, and I will admit that there was something so very primal about Ella being broken - I've typically come to associate that word in a negative sense, but with Brandon, it turned out much, much differently. I think a lot of us can relate to Gwen - especially those of us who are comfortable with our sexualities or bodies. Her and Damien really seemed to click in a sweet way that was neither artificial, or offensive; the latter seems to be a lot of peoples' ways of dealing with BDSM and that's just a shame. But thankfully for us, Ms. Sykes isn't a lot of people :)

My only real complaint, and I hate to even bring it up, but on my machines (and later, my husbands, when he wasn't around) the formatting was slightly off. Perhaps I'm a stickler, but tidying this up (as boring as it may be) would really give this a crisp, professional edge. Then again, it may just be how it's showing up on my machines, so c'est la vie.

Haleigh Cookson Clark gives this effort 4 out of 5 stars.

Review: How to Really Self-Publish Erotica: The Truth About Kinks, Covers, Advertising and More! by Dalia Daudelin

Here's a new little thing that I thought I'd try, while cooling my heels between bouts of my own writing. Dalia Daudelin has the fortune (or not) of being the first authoress that I'm reviewing. Here, I'm looking at her recent release, How to Really Self-Publish Erotica: The Truth About Kinks, Covers, Advertising and More!, published earlier this week. I should note that this post was not paid for, nor did I serve as a beta reader for Ms. Daudelin - I merely happened to be at the right place, at the right time.

 

Within the pages of her latest effort, accomplished authoress of all things smutty Dalia Daudelin has given us a wonderful guide to the shifting and often uncertain world of erotic self-publishing. Dalia extensively examines that process of writing, sales, advertisement, and design, in addition to an extended discussion of some of the more risqué, yet financially rewarding stories that readership crave.

And after all, that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? While most of us, barring the greenest newcomer, are entirely aware that the days of the ebook “gold rush” are long past, leaving us only their fond, painful memories, we at least put pen to paper in an effort to aid in the day to day of our lives, financially, emotionally, romantically, and otherwise. Too, the book doesn’t pull any punches about the bittersweet realities of living the often thankless life of a self-published writer, the long hours, the sometimes heartless critics, and the uncomfortable smiles when we’re invariably asked “what exactly it is that you write about?”

She ably covers the ins and outs of writing (good writing, mind you) in a way that’s accessible and fair, but veteran hands may find themselves bored in these discussions. But to be fair, Dalia did set out to write a comprehensive guide to self-publishing erotica, so perhaps I’m just being picky in assuming that it’s primarily meant for a semi-vet like me. This is well balanced by the fact that a great deal of the book has some helpful hints and clues that will appeal to seasoned hands. There is something for everyone within this book, and newcomers would be hard-pressed to gain the knowledge that Dalia has painstakingly amassed in her own experiences.

My only concerns, barring my own personal issues with the scope and aim of her content, are that some of the formatting came through on my PC-based kindle app as a little weird, but then again, I run a cinematic widescreen, so your mileage may vary.

Haleigh Cookson Clark gives this effort a 4.5 of out 5. Those so interested may find Ms. Daudelin at her site, here.

A Fantastically Filthy Fantasy Collection (Fantastically Filthy Fantasies Vol.1-3)

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Images of Inspiration: The Curse [mmf, creampie, transformation, slut]

Although I don't actually have the ability to transform into the opposite sex, I felt the most important aspects of the story was Nick losing herself in the sexuality of her new identity. While this final installment of the Fantastically Filthy Fantasies wasn't my first attempt at an mmf, it was the first attempt at writing an mmf involving a bodyswitched and fuck-hungry boy-turned-girl. Damn. So, here's an idea of what was on my mind while I was writing this lusty little romp.

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The Curse [mmf, creampie, transformation, slut] (Fantastically Filthy Fantasies Vol. 3)

Frat boy Nick wakes up after a hard night of drinking and discovers that he's somehow stuck inside the body of a sultry blonde aerobics instructor. Even worse, once his friends arrive, he finds himself increasingly aroused by them, and is unsure how long he can hold out before he does something he might regret.

This story is roughly 6000 words long, and involves an mmf with an exceptionally slutty girl (who went to bed a boy), and oral and vaginal creampies.

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“…Hello? I didn’t know that Nick had a guest over,” he smiled, all of his slimy frat-boy attitudes immediately vanishing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a handsome guy, but the way that he was looking at Nick made her fairly uncomfortable.

Nick smiled, and fumbled for an answer.

“Oh, hi, um… I’m Nick’s friend. From down the hall,” Nick smiled, extending her hand and shaking Danno’s in a rather masculine way.

“Ah, right. Well, I didn’t know he had a guest over. So, when do you expect him back?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Well,” the gorgeous blonde began, “I’m not sure. I think he had a lot of business at the bank, so I’m here now. I’ll tell him to call you when he gets in?”

“Ah, cool, we’ll chill here for a while.” Danno replied, a devilish gleam in his eye.

“We?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, our boy Farrell’s stopping by, we usually grab a pizza pie downtown the night after the bars,” pausing briefly before adding with a wink, “you can come along if you want.”

Gross! Is my best friend hitting on me? Nick thought to herself.

“Ha… well, maybe, but I dunno,” Nick tried to back out of the offer.

“I respect that. So, may I ask…” he began. Nick knew exactly what came next, because he’d been Danno’s wingman more times than he could count. “...are you and he, like, a thing? I only ask because you’re clearly far above anything that fool could sweet-talk on his own.”

Nick didn’t know why, but the comment made her giggle, soft and sweetly. She covered her mouth, as she tried to reply, “Oh no, he’s just a wonderful friend,” before adding that she was single indefinitely, in hopes of giving Danno the hint.

“Ah, my heart weeps for all of man-kind, m’lady,” Danno announced, theatrically sweeping his hands back, “because you are one damn fine woman.”

When her best friend leaned on the “w” in woman, shivers ran along her flesh. She was intrigued, but had no idea why. She blushed.

“Oh… really? You think so?” Nick wanted to hear more of what Danno thought of her. No harm in that, right?

The increasingly attractive man shot her a rakish look. “Of course. Trust me, I see a lot of girls in this big city of ours, and I bet most of ‘em would kill just to look like you, even for one day.”

His words washed over Nick like a warm, soothing embrace on a chilly winter afternoon. She needed more.

Danno leaned against the wall. “Hell, you just hopped out of the shower, and look at you,” he assured her as his eyes danced along her body.

She didn’t know why, or even how, but his words had an almost magical effect on her. Nick wasn’t even aware of it, but her big, deep chocolate eyes were giving Danno a tempting, smouldering glance.

Danno blushed slightly and cleared his throat. His charms were usually not so effective.

“Heh, so… uh, how about this weather eh? Hot out there…” he joked.

Seductive and pleading, Nick’s gaze bore a hole straight through him.

“Very. I’m incredibly hot right now,” she replied, thumbs hooked around the elastic waist of her track pants, exposing a smooth and toned belly.

Danno smirked. “I’ll bet.”

Instead of saying anything, she bit her lip in the most alluring manner possible as she blinked at him.

“You some kinda bad girl or something?” he asked, his heart beating hard.

“The worst.”