Good Wives, Bad Behavior: 5 Sexy Hotwife Stories by Kirsten McCurran

Author:Kirsten McCurran [McCurran, Kirsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aphrodite Omnimedia
Published: 2024-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

Bryce was down early the next morning, his thick blonde hair disheveled and he needed a shave, but the bastard was still handsome as hell, almost Bradley Cooper-esque. He looked like the kind of guy who should be fucking a twentysomething like Kym.

Merri was about to go for her morning run, clad in black leggings and a baggy tank top over a black sports bra. Her thick black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Bryce asked if he could borrow the car to run to the market for items he’d forgotten to pack. Merri offered to take him and asked me to finish making breakfast. I was a bit jealous. Merri would never put off her run for me.

I was in pajama pants, with no shirt, flipping pancakes, when Kym came bounding into the kitchen. Her sudden appearance made me flip a pancake right onto the floor. She was in Bryce’s white shirt from the day before, with most of the buttons undone—and that was it. I gaped at her.

“Think you dropped something,” Kym teased.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, snapping out of my trance. Her legs seemed a mile long before they disappeared beneath the shirttails. I slapped my forehead and did a Homer Simpson D’oh! We both knelt at the same time.

“Let me help you with that,” Kym said.

We were only inches apart. Her hand trailed across my chest.

“You Northwestern guys keep yourselves in good shape.”

I was stunned for the second time in one morning. First, my wife dropped what she was doing to run off with Bryce, and now his pretty, young girlfriend was complimenting me. I’m in good shape for my mid-thirties, still have all my brown hair, and I work out to keep my tall frame trim, but I would not expect to turn the head of someone like Kym.

I got the pancake off the floor, and we stood. I towered over her. Kym was tiny compared to my wife. I almost forgot about Merri, with Kym so close and flirting so hard. She had me back against the counter and both her hands were playing in my chest hair, brushing my nipples. What the hell was she doing? Kym pressed against me and had to feel my erection through my pajama pants.

“It must be nice snuggling into those arms,” she said.

Kym was a dangerous temptation. I might have crossed a line if I hadn’t been saved by the bell—or in that case the ringing of the smoke alarm. The pancakes were smoking on the skillet. I squeezed past Kym and pulled the skillet from the stove, spilling the ruined pancakes into the sink and running the water. She looked amused, watching me scrambling around.

Merri’s car was pulling into the driveway by the time I had the situation under control and Kym was back upstairs when my wife and friend came inside. I was harried, and Merri gave me an odd look. I was so out of sorts that I barely noticed my wife looked just as harried from her trip to the store with Bryce.

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