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Unholy Desires; Tales of Sins

Unholy Desires; Tales Of Sins is a collection of short steamy stories and it's not for readers younger than the age of 🔞 "Oh, f*ck, Claude... yeah... holy shit... yeah... harder... damn, that feels good... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... keep going... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... f*ck, yeeeaaaahhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, my God... ooooooohhhhhhhh... goddamn, Claude... keep going... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, yeah.... hmmmmmm.." Davis couldn't believe that he'd just watched his wife getting f*cked by an artist... and c*mming harder than he'd ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife's dripping wet pussy, Davis suddenly realized that he was getting hard.
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Chapter 1

CAUGHT HIS WIFE CHEATING AND FUCKED HER AFTER

Linda loved going to art galleries for new artist exhibitions, trade shows, and corporate events. Just about any occasion that allowed her to mingle with 'creative minds' and artistic elites in the town where she and her husband lived.

Her husband, Davis, wasn't really a fan of the arts, so he rarely attended with her. In fact, he hadn't joined her on any of her 'artsy fartsy' forays, as he called them, for the past eight or nine years.

The two of them met in their late twenties, when Davis had attended a business function sponsored by his start-up software company, where Linda had been hired as a server.

Her pretty face. With long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes. He had definitely got his attention. Even more appealing to him was her gorgeous figure. She had slender, shapely legs and a tight, round ass... all set off perfectly by the short black skirt she was wearing.

But what had really caught his eye were her big, natural breasts... heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly... with a sensuous teardrop shape... and obvious nipple bumps poking through the white silk blouse of her server's uniform.

Davis was smitten and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. Linda was happy to be pursued by a guy who seemed to have his shit together and appeared to be on the rise in his career.

They dated for six months before Linda moved into his modest, Bernal Heights home with him. A year later, they got married in Napa Valley... and had been living near San Francisco for the past twelve years.

Davis's software company turned out to be incredibly successful, and it wasn't long after they were married that they had moved into a plush, Nob Hill mansion... allowing Linda to stay at home, rather than having to work for a living.

For about a decade, or so, she'd spent most of her time shopping, supporting creative-based charities, lunching with other Bay Area socialites, and attending nearby art galleries whenever new artists or shows came to town.

On a Thursday evening in the middle of summer, Davis found himself at home... an extremely rare occurrence, since running his company kept him exceptionally busy... either at the office, or on the road... so being home in the evening on a weekday was just about unheard-of.

As he watched his wife getting ready to go to yet another event at one of her favorite Mission District art galleries, he got a wild hair, and said,

"Hey, Lin... I don't have any emergencies at work right now... so, how about if I go with you tonight?"

Linda glanced at him with a startled look on her face, and blurted, "What? No... You hate these things. Besides... it wouldn't be any fun for you."

Davis chuckled, and said, "Maybe not... but you always come home from these art shows so happy and cheerful... I'm thinking maybe I should try a little harder to appreciate some of the things that you enjoy so much."

Grumbling under her breath, Linda murmured, "Okay, hon... suit yourself... Now give me a few minutes... I need to put on some makeup and finish getting ready."

After applying her makeup, Linda stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out a sleek, shimmering, tube-style cocktail dress made of polyester and spandex. It was skin-tight and short... showing off her shapely legs; and it had spaghetti-style shoulder straps... which meant she'd be bra-less... which would leave her heavy boobs completely unfettered, allowing them to jiggle and sway beneath the thin, clingy fabric throughout the evening.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the closet, and smiled... this look always got her tons of attention, which she loved... and it didn't hurt that her nipples were perpetually stiff, making obvious little bumps in the top of her form-fitting dress.

After slipping into a pair of sexy heels, she joined her husband in the foyer... together they climbed into their car, then drove downtown to the Amara Art Gallery, a few miles away.

Davis handed off his car to the valet, then he and Linda walked along the red carpet and through the front doors, mixing immediately with other rich patrons and featured artists... already holding court... while a bunch of other nicely dressed potential customers wandered around the huge gallery floor... drinking wine, and eating fancy hors d'oeuvres.

Linda quickly ran into people she recognized from other galleries and art shows, including Darcy... the Amara gallery curator, and Claude... one of the evening's featured artists. She introduced Davis to Darcy and Claude, and the four of them began walking around the gallery floor together.

Davis was mostly quiet as they made their way past walls and walls of pretentious exhibits and ostentatious displays. As they meandered down hallways, into isolated corners, and back out to the main floor... Davis silently nursed his scotch, neat... while the other three sipped wine, and kept up a running "creative commentary" about many of the sculptures and framed artwork they observed.

Not unexpectedly, Davis lost interest fairly quickly... and after about thirty minutes, he leaned into Linda's ear and whispered that he was going to sit on the bench by the entrance, while she and the others continued making their way through the gallery.

Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Davis watched as his wife, Claude, and Darcy moved about the exhibits... chatting amiably amongst themselves, and mingling happily with several of the other clientele.

He couldn't help but notice that his wife looked very sexy, as she moved around the room in her slinky red dress... her lovely legs even sexier than usual in heels, and her unrestrained tits twitching provocatively as she strolled amongst the artwork with the other patrons.

As he watched, Davis noticed that Claude frequently put his hand on his wife's back... and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers.

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