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Stories from Wild and Bed, an m FF fantasy with
a difference. Merl is played by her copex husband, a
drunken walrus of a man who refuses to pay alimony.
The only reason he has anything to do with her
is to have sex that no one else will give him,
and every time they do, she feels more disgusted with
herself until a moment of impulse thrust her and her
best friend into a shopping trip like no other. But
how fast does Mal have to drive to escape her
past high It is Devlin and welcome to another episode
of Wild and Bad, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction,
and finger licking good fantasies. Now.
Speaker 2: Tonight's story is inspired by a rather well known movie.
I'm not going to say which one, man, I'm sure
you'll work it out before the end. Probably about five
lines in it, fact, but it is inspired. Inspiration. Inspiration
comes from some funny places at times, as you've probably
notice with some of my stuff. If you've worked out
what inspired it and not just your little fantasies. Well
you know, if you want a fantasy, here we have
to do is email me Devlin at wildibed dot com
and I will do my best to satisfy that urge.
Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
your bed. You are on your bed, aren't you. Those
ear puts in You'll close so loose, Just close in
your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of my voice caressing
over your body. And when you're ready to submit to
your desires, just take a nice, deep breath and hold
it for a moment and then release it with a sigh,
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
twenty minutes or so, it's just you in my voice.
This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for sensuous satisfaction, your time to discover you innert his eyes.
Would you listen to my voice and let yourself drift
into the story. The all too familiar drunk and snore
echoed around Melissa's bedroom. She glared at the ceiling firm
as it carved its circular roc in the shadows reflecting
the street lights outside. She couldn't decide if she were
more angry at him or herself. They had split up
over three years ago now, and every time he called
to discuss the outstanding alumney payments, she let him straight
back into her bed, and not a dime was ever discussed,
and it was always the same fiasco. He climbed on,
he fucked her, then he fell into a drunken stupor,
making her feel cheaper than the last time. It wasn't
even as if the sex had been any good. It
never had. Oh, he wanted her to give him blow
jobs on the mound. He wanted her to dress sexy,
He wanted her to put all the effort in. All
over the course of their twenty years together, he descended
into the alcoholic blob he was now, And in all
that time, he had never once gone down on her,
never kissed her with affection, never caressed her his fingers,
his lips just smeared over her face and her body,
leaving a trail of whiskey to remind her of the occasion.
Pushing his alcohol ridored carcass off her body, she listened
to him grunt in his sleep. She felt disgusting her
body crawled from his presence. Melissa rose from the bed.
The biting chill of her room reminded her of the
curse of winter in these parts. Just four pm and
it was already dark. But she really didn't want to
be here when he awoke and expected feeding to cure
his hangover and give her some belittling talk, some emotional
abuse before he left. Why on earth would she want
to be around for that. Jumping into the shower, she
tried to wash away the memory of the past thirty minutes,
to cleanse her body of this man once again, twenty years,
not one orgasm because of him. Slipping on some panties
and jeans along with a loose sweater, as quietly as
she could, she slipped downstairs. His car keys were exactly
where he had left them on the living room floor
when he had staggered in picking them up. She looked
at them for the longest moment. He probably wouldn't even
notice her borrowing his pride and joy. Probably still be
unconscious until she got home, she reasoned. Besides which he
did over close on ten thousand dollars in alimony payments
that his friends in the copse insured was never collected
or enforced. Her eyes were drawn to a single matte
black key, quite different to the rest, one that symbolized
everything that was wrong with this relationship. Even hanging there
on a keyring, it sent a chill down her spine.
Despite its innocuous appearance. Melissa shrugged to herself and grinned
a broad, evil grin as she stared at it, almost
as if it was willing her to do something she shouldn't. Quietly,
she ascended the stairs. He still lay prone on the bed,
oblivious to the world, perfect, she thought. Picking up his
pants from the floor, she quietly felt around his belt
until she found the small leather pouch that housed his handcuffs.
His wallet fell from the back pocket. Melissa held her
breath for a moment in case it woke him, but
all he did was mumble in his sleep. Whenever Melissa
had confronted him or done anything he didn't want her to,
she had ended up the handcuffed to a radiator until
he deemed fit to release her. Many a long night
had passed with Melissa wondering if he would ever return,
or if he would just eve her there to die alone. Silently,
she slipped the handcuffs from their pouch and clipped one
cuff around his wrist. The other she firmly attached to
the bed head. Miraculously, he barely moved. He'd always given
her the impression that if she tried anything at night,
he would react from years of military training and couldn't
be held accountable for his actions, hardly the drunken sloths
she saw on the bed now. Melissa slipped back down
the stairs and down the front door with his wallets
and keys in hand, closing it quietly behind her. Unfortunately,
his pride and joy, a sixty nine Mustang didn't quite
understand the concept of quietly starting. But then she resolved
he was probably too drunk to notice just now, and
if he did, well, he was a bit late. Pulling
out on to the street, she suddenly stopped and thought,
now what. She didn't want to go far. She just
wanted to feel free for a couple of hours for
the first time in her life. Taking a right, she
headed toward her best friend Gwinn's house. Gwinn was the
sensible one out of the two of them. She would
ensure she didn't stray too far down the path of iniquity.
Within ten minutes, she pulled up outside her house with
a roar from the Mustang engine, triggering several neighbor's car alarms.
Approaching the door, Gwynn was already in the doorway wait
to make an entrance. Mel, She said, Ah, you know,
gotta let people know I borrowed Max Mustang for an
evening to take my best friend's shopping. Really, Mac, let
you have his baby for an evening. When asked, the
surprise in her voice palpable, Mel held up the keys
and jangled them in response, Well, Kev's await to night,
So I guess we can go shopping. Have you anywhere
in mind? Mel's mind cast back to the lackluster sex
earlier and said, oh, yes, but it's the surprise. As
the engine rought to life again, Melfa once could understand
why Mac felt so powerful in this car. She felt
powerful in it as weak as he made her film
Snaking through the darkened streets with the deceptive ease, The
car vibrated under the two ladies with such an intensity
it resonated through their bodies, causing aches they had quite forgotten.
It didn't take long before Mel was approaching her destination.
Close your eyes, she said to Quinn. Obediently, Gwinn closed
her eyes, a suspicious grin spreading across her face. Pulling
into the empty parking lot, Mel said, wait there and
keep your eyes closed. I'll help you out of the car.
The car engine dimmed to silence as she turned the
key and stepped out of the car and dancing around
the vehicle, she opened the passenger's door and took Gwinn's hand,
leading her from her seat. The parking lot was new
and easy for the two ladies to traverse, even with
one of them effectively blind. After a few steps, Mel
pushed the store door open with her butt to be
greeted with the cheerful bell ring and guiding Gwinn inside,
she waked for the door to swing closes, before saying
you can open them now. Gwynn's eyes blinked open, assaulted
by bright store lights, mirrors, and reflective groom. It took
Gwynn a moment to realize where she was. A lingerie store.
She asked quizzically, Well, it's not just lingerie, all sorts
of fun things. It's just opened. I saught it in
the paper, thought we might find something fun near. Gwyn
looked suspiciously around the store. I've never had anything like this,
she said, nor have I, which makes it perfect. Mel
replied excitedly. A young man emerged from the back room. Oh, hello, ladies,
I was just going to shut up as it had
been such a quiet day. The two friends eyed him suspiciously.
Don't women normally run these places? Mel asked, Oh, this
isn't my store. I'm working here over Christmas on the
quiet days. Dad says I have to get some real
life work experience rather than just going to law school.
Mel just shrugged his shoulders, saying, okay, a handsome young
man's opinion on what would look good on me would help.
I'm sure. The man blushed at her comments, staring at
his feet as he kicked them nervously. Taking pity on
the young man, Gwyn asked, what's your name? Plenty of
people have been intimidated by Mel's forwardness in the past,
and Gwyn was an old hand at picking up the pieces.
Oh he's shake, miss, he said, sheepishly. Well, I'm Quinn
and my rather forward friend is Mel. Could you show
us some of your more popular lines please, Gwyn asked,
hoping to restore some of the man's confidence. Of course, miss,
right this way. Were you looking for toys or just lingerie?
Jake replied with enthusiasm. Let's start with lingerie and work
our way up. Whatever you think would suit us, Gwynn said,
and dancing along the aisles. Gwynn watched him and began
to wonder if he had actually sold anything at all.
He was so excited by the prospect to sell him
to them. Suddenly, he came to a halt and reached
onto the hangar, retrieving a pearl white satin robe and teddy.
He handed it to gwyn This for you, he said.
It's feminine and seductive, staring deeply into Gwyn's eyes, his
gaze pleading for her acceptance. Gwynn took the lingerie from
his hand. She had to admit it was a lot
more sensual than an unusual choice of underwear, and one
that keV would no doubt approve of. Thank you, Jake,
she said, with sincerity. And for Mal. He studied Mal
for the longest moment before setting off down the arles again,
the two friends struggling to keep up with him. Once again,
he came to a sudden jarring halt. As he reached
his destination. Stretching into the rail, he removed a deep
purple bustier with blackly trim detail and handed it to Mel,
blushing furiously. And why this one for me? She asked, Though,
because you're so sexy. Once any man is near a
bed with you, there is only going to be one
thought on his mind, Jake said, a furious red covering
his face. This just emphasizes it. Mel cast her mind
back to the long line of feiled relationships. If only
that were true, she thought, And what about toys. Neither
of us have any experience with toys, so need something
easy to use, but with maximum effect, Mel said, amused
by the spreading blush of his skin and growing erection
in his pants, following him through the store, his steps
less energetic, as if the poor lad was feeling uncomfortable
in his own pants. He stopped again by a s
full of toys and selected the box. This is a
ravishing rose is very popular. Apparently. It feels like having
your clit sucked and licked, he said. Is focus squarely
on the ground. Dark thoughts and dreams played Mel's mind
of a man actually licking her pussy as she said,
can I try it? We don't normally let customers try
the toys before buying them for hygiene reasons, he said sheepishly.
Mel reached into a clutchbag and produced max wallet, removing
his credit card. She passed it to Jake and what
say you close up now so I won't be disturbed.
Jake smiled nervously as he took the card to the checkout,
completing the approaches and leaving the two friends alone with
the lingerie and toys. As he set off to close
this door, melted the opportunity to slip into a changing
room before closing the curtain. She turned to Quinn and said,
come on, Quinn, join the party. Try your lingerie on,
see how it feels, before closing the curtain with a flourish.
Quinn's shoulders dropped and she sighed as she entered the
neighboring cubicle. Slipping out of her drab day close. She
stood naked for a while in front of the mirror,
studying herself and wondering when time had become so mean.
Slipping the white lingerie over her skin, she had to
admit it was a good choice. She definitely felt sexier
in it. Placing the robe over her shoulders, she swished
it back and forth, turning her body this way and that, playfully,
posing in front of the full length mirror. Mel's voice
sounded from next door. How's it feel? It feels great,
she replied, very sexy. Oh, come look at mine, Mel called,
sounding more mischievous than normal, when moved between the changing
rooms and stared at her friend in the purple and
black lace buster. Jake has got an eye for this.
Some young lady will be happy. She met him one day,
Mel said. Mel pulled up a chair from the corner
of the changing room and sat on it, holding the
ravishing rose in her hand, turning it. Her eyes masked
with confusion. How do you think this works, she asked?
Did you read the instructions? Asked sternly, taking the unopened
booklet from the box and glaring at her friend disapprovingly.
Of course not, Mel replied. You place it on your
clip and then press a button on the side. Quinn ventured,
it actually works better if you lube it first and
slide it up and down your pussy. Jake's disembodied voice
said outside the cubicle, as his hand pushed healthily inside,
holding a tube of loub Quinn took the lub and
thanked him before passing it to Mel. Like this, Mel,
last a little customer service, please, I am a toy Vergin,
you know. Awkwardly, Jake entered the cubicle, trying to avoid
looking directly at the toy presently glowing between Mel's open thighs. Yes,
that's it. You can turn up the power if you like,
he said helpfully. Mel fondled the toy and closed her
eyes as the power increased, immersing herself in the pleasure.
Fuck that feels gout, she said, gripping the side of
the seat with her free hand. The initial tremors of
a climax threatened her body. Suddenly, she stopped and fixed
her gaze on Jake. Can't say I can be sure
it's like having my pussy licked or sucked, as I've
never actually experienced either. You haven't, Jake responded, is adam
Apple bobbing nervously. Not until now, she purred, her hand,
reaching up and grasping Jake's firm erection through his pants,
pulling him down onto his knees. Mel put her legs
over his shoulders and growled show me while she watched
his head slide between her thighs in the mirror. Leaning
back against the cubicle wall, she sank into the sensation
of his lips rushing gently up and down her pussy,
the warmth of his breath caressing her damp folds and
accentuating the trembling sensation already growing slowly. At first, his
tongue caressed just inside her lips, exploring, sliding up and
down the full length of her pussy, the sensations engulfing
her body completely. Suddenly, his tongue wrapped around her clip,
dragging it between his teeth before flicking it feverishly, sucking
it like an animal possessed. His fingers explored inside her pussy,
thrusting firmly. The combined sensation of his tongue and fingers
pushed Mel's body into overdrive. Feeling her or gasid grasping
at her body. She opened her eyes, wanting to watch
the reflection of his head moving between her thighs as
she caught a glimpse of Gwinn in the mirror. Her
hand pressed firmly between her thighs and stroking herself enthusiastically,
taking Jake's spare arm. She guided it towards Gwinn, pushing
his fingers between Quinn's thighs. His fingers rolled over her clip,
pinching it gently before rubbing it furiously. Gwinn shot Mell
a surprise looked, but she didn't move his hand away.
She was too close to her own climax for him
to stop. Watching him stroke a friend's clit while he
fingered and sucked her pussy confirmed her orcasm, and Mel's
legs tensed around his head, pulling him in tight against
her as a throbbing at her pussy clutched along his fingers.
Her core trembled as she closed her eyes again and
surrendered to pleasure, moaning loudly, her sounds echoed by the
pleasure Gwin was obviously feeling as a cubicle resonated with
the sound of the two women's satisfaction. Releasing her grip
on Jake, Mel opened her eyes, eventually managing to say
I definitely prefer you away, her gaze burning desire into Jake's. Slowly,
Jake stood up, obviously a little unsure about what just happened.
Would you like your lingerie repackaged? He ventured, trying to
reclaim some sort of normality. No, it's okay, Mel said,
we'll just put our all day close on over it.
There was a bit naught here that way. Jake looked
so horrific as he left the changing booth. The two
friends put their jeans and sweaters on over the lingerie,
apart from Gwyn's robe, which they carefully folded into a bag.
Think I may have to make this a regular visit,
Mel said, the customer service is excellent, giggling as they
walked toward the main door and Jake turned the key
and unlocked the door. The doorbelled, shiming happily. As they left.
The skies had truly opened while they'd been inside, and
rain was bouncing off the tarmac outside. Seeing the Mustang
was actually the only car in the lot, Mel asked,
where's your card? Jake? Oh, I have to call my
dad to get him to collect me. Hush, get into
the Mustang. We'll drive you home. It's the least we
can do for all your help. Pondering the thought for
a moment, he eventually nodded his agreement, sliding onto the
rear seat. You'll have to give me directions, Mel said,
as she started the engine with his now familiar roar
head west on six ten. That'll get us in the
right direction. Once we're there, I'll give you some further directions,
he said hopefully. Mel pulled the car out into the
empty roads. Obviously everyone was now at home or not
venturing out because of the rainstorm, guiding the car onto
the six ten rain drum loudly on the roof and
windshield as they entered the empty highway. Suddenly the sound
of police sirens explode behind them, A flashing red and
blue light dance in the rear view mirror. Shit, Mac,
Mel mumbled, I thought you'd borrowed the car, Quinn asked, stress,
sounding in every letter I did. I just never told Mac.
I figured it was worth it, after all the pack
calimony he owes me, Mel said, as she pressed the
pedal to the floor and carved their root forward through
the darkened rain. So part one of our little story?
Did you spot the movie? Of course you did? So
what's going to happen to these two? And what's going
to happen to poor Jakie thought he was just getting
a lift home, not anymore, obviously, And I wonder what
erotic journeys the three of them might explore next week. Wow,
you're just gonna have to wait to then, aren't you. So?
Until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this
is devil and wild wishing. Use some lacious dreams. As
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