My Brazen Wife
Copyright© 2025 by Max Swan
Chapter 1
Erotica Story: Chapter 1 - Peter is stuck at a job fixing a machine at a cheese factory when he suggests that his sexy wife, Kerry, go swimming at a nearby lake with a couple of his employees to fill in the time while he's working. She complains she didn't bring a bikini, and he jokes she could swim in her bra and panties, or go skinny dipping. She goes, but guilt wracks his brain and he decides to catch up with her to apologise.
Caution: This Erotica Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male White Couple Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex ENF Nudism
“I’m sorry, honey,” Peter said, giving his wife a guilty frown. “I just need to get more done before we leave.”
“What the fuck, Pete?” Kerry said her voice sharp with agitation. “I’ve been driving for hours to get to this shithole, and now I have to sit around and wait?”
“I’m sorry, just another hour—two at the most.”
Kerry raises her sunglasses to her forehead, making sure her deep brown eyes have his full attention. “So at least three hours, then?”
“No, probably not, the parts have only just arrived,” Peter said, “so once I put them in, Abdul and Chang can finish the job on Monday.”
He feels guilt creeping into the back of his mind. Pete knows he’s disappointing her, yet he doesn’t want to stop now. The cheese factory is a potentially important client. If they can get this machine running again, a permanent contract for equipment maintenance may be possible. This trip is more than just an emergency repair job. It’s essential for the future of Peter’s business.
Kerry stares at Peter in silence, her jaw tense. “Fine,” she said eventually. “So what am I supposed to do while I wait?”
Her hands cross her chest, and her face flushes red, and it makes Peter’s stomach churn.
“I think Abdul and Chang are going for a swim,” he said, loud enough that his two employees could hear him across the factory floor. “Maybe you can hang with them?”
As if on cue, Abdul and Chang emerge. “Hey, Kerry,” they greet her, kissing her on the cheek.
Like Peter, his employers are in shorts. The weather has been hot all week, and none of them has bothered to put on a shirt. The cheese factory’s closed until tomorrow morning, so they have the place to themselves.
Kerry laughs at the two men. “Oh, that’s hygienic,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t they make food here?”
“Yeah, but we’re going to the lake, so we’ve changed,” Abdul said. “Do you wanna join us?”
“Sounds good, honey, gives me a chance to finish this install,” Peter said with a smile.
Kerry sighs. “Well, you were going to take me around the wine district, remember?” she said. “So I didn’t pack my bikini. Now, if you had told me I had to hang around here I—”
“Can’t you just go in your underwear?” her husband cut her off. “Or if you prefer, go skinny dipping. The guys won’t mind, I’m sure.”
He regrets saying it. Abdul and Chang laugh nervously, yet Kerry doesn’t seem amused in the slightest. She stares at Peter with hard eyes, raising her finger at him. As she parts her lips, her husband braces himself for one of her rants. They usually include a mixture of English and Russian swearwords.
Instead, she just lowers her finger. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone.” She lowers her sunglasses back to her eyes, making her expression difficult to read. “Which way to the lake, guys?”
Chang strokes his beard, something he often does in times of uncertainty.
“It’s in the forest at the rear of the factory. They use the water, apparently,” Abdul said.
Without a word, Kerry turns and moves toward the exit, her black ponytail bouncing with her stride.
“I’ll call when I’m done,” Peter shouts after her, trying to get back on her good side.
“OK,” she said, not looking back.
The men give Peter a confused look, and he mouths’ thank you’ to them. In his view, he has gotten off easy. The men followed Kerry out of the factory and along the winding path into the surrounding forest. At the same time, Peter returned to installing the new processor into the machine he had been working on.
“Now where was I?” he mutters.
He stares at the installation manual he had been reading before Kerry arrived, trying his best to concentrate. However, the text no longer seems coherent. Diagrams and words just blur into meaningless technobabble. His focus is gone. Peter feels he has disappointed his wife, and he knows she’s not happy with him. Sometimes he thought she was too good for him. Sure, she has a hot temper sometimes, yet it’s just part of what makes her so enticing. Her Russian heritage makes her fiery and assertive, and he loves her for it.
He tries to shake the distractions out of his head to focus on the installation manual. However, his mind is blank. ‘Go skinny dipping, the men won’t mind,’ the words keep spinning in his head. He should’ve known better than to say such a stupid thing. Sure, he has bantered along those lines in private before, teasing her to show off her hot body. It’s his awkward way of letting her know how lucky he feels to have such a sexy wife. Now he has said it in front of his employees. Surely she understands it was just a stupid joke, he wonders? He tries one last time to focus on the installation, yet soon gives up.
“Ah, fuck it,” he said as he slipped and hit his hand against a metal bracket.
Weighing his choices, he decides it is best to catch his wife and tell her they can leave if she wants. Hopefully, she’ll forgive him and they can continue their planned weekend of wine tasting. At the same time, his employees can finish the installation job.
He hurries along the path toward the lake, making sure not to trip on the uneven ground. It seems that no one maintains the path, and it’s just trampled by the locals who use this lake for swimming. They’d only heard about it from the workers at the factory.
His stupid joke echoes in his mind: ‘Go skinny-dipping. Why did I say that? Surely, she won’t go for a naked swim with my employees. Fuck, what if she does?’
It seems they hadn’t been in much of a hurry, and Peter soon spots them ahead. They’re standing near the edge of an outcrop, overlooking the panoramic view of the lake and surrounding forest. Peter has gone there a few times during the past week, and he knows the scenery is stunning. Abdul is pointing out the sights, and Kerry stretches her neck to stare in the direction the black man is gesturing toward.
Peter finds himself taking in a different sight, the enticing view of his beautiful wife. She really is a stunning woman, he thought and admired the curves of her ass as she leaned to look from the rocks they’re standing on. Peter can’t help smirking when he notices Chang, standing further back from the edge, doing the same.
Kerry isn’t dressed for a stroll in the forest. She wears a tight black skirt, accompanied by a fashionable red blouse. Even from a distance, her husband can see her painted toenails sparkling in the sun. Her delicate sandals are far from the casual model, the straps clasping her slim ankles. They also provide some elevation beneath her heels, which accents her slender legs, yet is probably less suited for hiking the rough terrain.
It’s thrilling to observe his wife from afar. He approaches them with careful steps, hoping to get closer before they turn around and see him. However, his plans change as he accidentally steps on a dry twig. Acting on instinct, Peter ducks behind a rock as he hears the cracking sound.
“Did you hear something?” Peter hears his wife ask.
“Probably a deer or something,” Abdul said. “They’re common around here.”
Kerry accepts the answer. “OK. Shall we continue? It’s getting pretty hot.”
Peter sighs deeply at his stupidity. ‘Why did I hide?’ he wonders. He intended to get back on his wife’s good side, and now he’s spying on her like a pervert, or maybe some jealous husband? ‘I guess I wanna see if she’ll go skinny-dipping with my employees,’ he thought. ‘I can’t just jump straight away from behind the rock, then she’d know I’ve been spying on her. I can’t take the risk if I want a nice weekend with my wife.’
So he waits until they disappear into the forest path before emerging. As Peter follows them, he convinces himself that nothing unusual is going on. He just has to apologise, and they can leave. Peter soon hears their voices again.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Kerry said. “It’s just I’m not dressed for a hike like this.”
He doesn’t hear his employees replying, yet they don’t protest. Kerry’s words intrigue her husband. ‘What can they possibly mind?’ he wonders. He spots them in the clearing, so Peter hunkers behind the bushes and peers at them.
“What are you doing?” Peter says in a whisper. “You’re meant to stop this, Pete.”
It isn’t too late to approach them, and he’s about to do so when he sees Kerry unbuttoning her blouse. One by one, she undoes her buttons, and Peter sees his employees acting casually as if it’s no big deal.
“Are we coming back the same way?” she asks casually as she slides the blouse off her shoulders.
Peter freezes in his hunkered position, captivated by the sensual sight of his wife’s unexpected exposure. Her bra is low cut, and her chest sways alluringly as she goes to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing.
“Yes, it’s the only trail I know of,” Abdul said after a long pause.
The dark man is also mesmerised. Kerry hangs her blouse on a branch.
“Do you think it’s safe to hang this here?” she asks, glancing at Abdul and Chang. “I can get it on the way back.”
“Yeah, it’s OK,” Chang said. “We haven’t seen anyone else around all day.”
Peter feels a confusing rush come over him as Kerry continues on the path toward the lake. There’s his wife parading around in the wild in her bra. It’s white, contrasting against her olive skin. Peter doesn’t recognise the bra, yet from what he can tell from a distance, it’s lacy, framing her ample chest. He guesses she brought it for his benefit later, yet now she’s giving his employees the first view.
He tries to rid himself of the fascination he feels, reasoning that walking around in her bra is innocent. Had he stumbled upon a strange woman in her bra on a hike on a warm summer’s day, he probably wouldn’t think much about it. ‘Women go around in bikini tops,’ he thought.
However, she isn’t a stranger. She’s his adored wife, walking around in her sexy bra with his employees. Peter waits until they’re safely around the corner before he continues to follow them. As he crosses to the other side of the clearing they had been standing in, he stops and looks at the red blouse hanging before him on the branch. It’s the evidence that Kerry’s walking around in just her bra further on the forest trail, and she has no intention of covering herself, at least not before coming back to this location. Will she be so relaxed about her wardrobe when I catch her, he wonders?
He decides to bring the blouse with him. ‘Kerry would expect me to do that,’ he thought. The closer Peter gets to their voices, the less certain he feels. ‘I should just approach them as if everything were OK,’ he thought. ‘Would Kerry want me to? Would she feel embarrassed if her husband caught her walking around in her bra in front of my employees?’
Peter still hasn’t decided when he will next see them, and lacking a clear plan, he ducks behind a tree. As he peers over the root, he feels his heart skip a beat. To Peter’s surprise, his wife is unzipping her skirt. They have just reached a part of the trail where the terrain is particularly difficult, and he can understand how it’ll be difficult to get through in a tight skirt. ‘Couldn’t she just hitch it over her hips?’ he wonders. ‘Why take it off?’
She does no such thing; instead, she steps out of her skirt and folds it neatly. Placing it on a rock, she continues along the path in just her matching panties. ‘Of course, she’s wearing a G-string thong,’ Peter thought, shaking his head. ‘She hates a visible panty line.’
With the string between her butt cheeks, Kerry’s round butt is exposed. Peter feels a hint of jealousy at the notion of his wife showing off her goods, even though he had told her to go skinny-dipping. Yet a rush of excitement makes him shiver watching her walk brazenly in her underwear, overshadowing his jealousy. Both notions are amplified when she suddenly needs to steady herself with her hand in Chang’s as they move over the rocky path.
Peter sits for a while to collect himself. ‘Why is this so erotic to watch?’ he wonders. ‘Of course, she’s a sexy woman, and I always feel blessed when seeing her in various states of undress. Watching her walk around this way is exciting me.’
Part of Peter feels he should run after her and suggest she put her clothes on. However, there’s a stronger part of him that desires to watch from a distance, to see how far she goes.
He tries to rationalise the sight of his near-naked wife, concluding she’s just doing what he has suggested, going for a swim in her underwear. Perhaps it’s odd that she decides to strip halfway to the lake, yet her clothes aren’t suitable for hiking along a trail like this. He hurries after them, taking her skirt with him as he passes it. The way Peter sees it, he can’t just bring her the blouse and leave her skirt.
The path increasingly meanders outside the forest into the open area next to the lake, allowing for longer periods of observation before rushing after them again. Each time Peter sits back and observes them, the alluring sight mesmerises him. Kerry always has a certain grace in the way she walks, and now is no different. Watching them for longer periods also means he has to chase them to keep close. Each time Peter gets increasingly worried, he may lose them. As he hurries, he sees something dangling from a branch next to the trail. At first, he can’t make out what it is, and in his haste, he almost passes it without paying any further attention to it.
However, something makes Peter stop in his tracks. ‘What is that?’ he wonders, staring bug-eyed at it. White fabric, straps, lace. Peter gasps as it sinks in. A bra is hanging next to the trail, swaying lightly in the gentle summer breeze. ‘Is it really hers?’ A part of Peter thought she’d never walk around topless in the wilderness. Another, equally rational part of Peter thought about the odds of finding a bra like hers hanging on a branch minutes after she passed this place. He undoes it and studies it.
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