Author: writing_smut_is_fun

Rush Job [MF] [fiction]

John was getting ready to close up the shop for the night–no point in staying late when the two cars he was working on were still days away from being ready. It was Friday night, but he didn’t have much to go home to, save for a few beers and maybe a dip in a kiddie pool to cool off from the recent heat wave.

He was surveying the shop when he first heard the squeals of a car in distress. He estimated it was just pulling into town, so about five blocks away. The town was only ten blocks, give or take, from end to end. It was getting closer, moving slowly, so John knew he wasn’t going home just yet.

He walked outside to wait for the car and its driver. Sure enough, right up Main came an old Buick burning oil under the hood and spewing smoke out the tail pipe. John pointed to the driveway where the car stopped, and out popped a bouncy, buxom blonde with hair frizzed out like she’d stuck her finger in an outlet. Read more »

The Temptress [MFF] [fiction]

A knock on the door woke me from my Sunday afternoon nap. My wife wasn’t supposed to be home for another six hours, and a nap was a damn thing to interrupt when I had the whole house to my lonesome.

“Jackie!” a woman’s voice yelled through the door. It was my wife’s friend Brenda. Jackie wasn’t my wife, it’s what she called me–though I much preferred Jack–but she says it like she wants me to be one of the girls.

“Hi Jackie, I know you’re in there!” she yelled. Brenda was pretty obnoxious, like a lot of my wife’s friends. They make her happy, though, so I do try to be patient with them. I know my wife knows how I feel, even though I always lie and tell her how much I enjoy their company.

That was only partly a lie, because what my wife’s friends lacked in social charms, they made up for in looks. These women–my wife included–were knockouts, each and every one of them. They all looked their age, more or less–we’re in our late 30s and 40s–which made their sex appeal all the more alluring. Read more »