My Brazen Wife
Copyright© 2025 by Max Swan
Chapter 2
Erotica Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Peter finds the perfect hiding spot, with bushes he can squat behind while still giving him a mostly unobstructed view of the trail. Kerry will approach the swimming hole from this direction. On some level, he knows he is being ridiculous, spying on his wife just to see her naked, yet it’s too thrilling to be rational. He quickly ducks into his lair, expecting to see her come walking on the path any second.
He waits, and several minutes pass. By his calculations, he should’ve just made it in time. Ten minutes pass. ‘This is odd,’ he thought. ‘There’s no way it should take them this long. Have they turned back? Fuck, where are they?’ He thinks about running back, planning how he could meet them where she took off her G-string. However, his heart is thumping, and a sweat forms across his forehead. ‘Come on, Kerry, where the fuck are you?’
Peter stretches his neck, listening carefully for voices, and he hears something odd. He hears a soft whimper growing into a moan coming from Kerry. ‘Has she hurt herself?’ he wonders. He quickly leaves his hideout, instinctively running along the trail to find her.
“Oh God, yeeeeeahs,” he hears Kerry moan.
Peter stops in his tracks. It doesn’t sound like she’s hurt; quite the opposite, as her moans sound familiar. He moves slowly toward the source of the noise, trying to make sense of it. Surely, she can’t be doing it with Abdul or Chang? The moans are coming from where the bedrock splits into a deep crevice not far ahead. As Peter gets closer, he can hear male grunts mixing with Kerry’s escalating wails.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Kerry shouts.
Peter feels his heart stop. Any hopeful doubt he has about what’s going on disappears. How could she, and with my employees for fuck’s sake.
“Yeah, take that,” Abdul groans.
‘You cunt, you’re so fucking fired,’ Peter thought, feeling his cheeks burn. Beneath the resentful blackness in Peter’s heart, there’s a smouldering turmoil of excitement. Enticed by spying on his naked wife for so long, the thrill is still cluttering his mind. The idea that she may be a slut is arousing the voyeuristic husband. No one wants their wife to be a cheater, yet thinking Kerry has it in her to take on two men is arousing.
‘Didn’t she make it clear on the beach that it was a bad idea?’ he thought. ‘Maybe she thinks it’s OK if she does it behind my back. But why do it with a couple of my employees?’ The blackness grows again.
He has to see it. Peter isn’t sure how much he needs proof, or how much his dirty mind needs to see her being fucked by them before intervening. He can’t hear Kerry anymore, merely male grunts coming from the crevice. Peter pictures her having her mouth too full to speak. Part of Peter dreads what he might find, and another is desperate to see it.
The grunts grow louder, and he starts to worry they might all finish before he catches them, so he hurries without being too noisy. His foot slips on a rock, making it tumble away. He curses himself silently, yet assumes they’re too busy fucking to notice. Reaching the crevice, Peter moves slowly to make sure he’ll capture the scene. His heart pounds in his chest as he tilts his head to peer around the corner, expecting to find his employees fucking his wife.
“BOO!”
Kerry jumps out at Peter just as he peeks inside the crevice. His heart misses a beat. The surprise knocks the breath out of him, leaving Peter too startled to speak. Behind her, he can see Abdul and Chang faking horny grunts. As they see his dumbfounded expression, they break into a gaudy laughter that echoes over the landscape. They aren’t even touching, and he realises they were playing a prank on him. Peter feels an intense relief, yet somewhere inside, he has a deranged sense of disappointment. A subliminal deviance inside him craves to see his wife be a wanton slut.
“You’re nowhere near as good a ninja as you might think,” Kerry said with a grin.
Her voice is sharp with sarcasm, yet she also greets Peter with a kiss. Even in his confusion, he senses a warm hunger on her lips.
“What are you doing sneaking around like this?” she asks, hands on her hips and eyebrows raised.
“Um, well—” he begins, trying to think of an excuse. He can’t just bluntly admit spying on Kerry was about the most erotic thing he’s ever done. He shrugs. “I felt bad for sending you away, so I thought I’d catch up and say sorry,” he said. “Chang can put in the new part I was working on, so we could go on that wine tour if you want.”
‘A pretty good lie,’ he thought. Peter looks to his employees for support, hoping they might help him save face. Chang nods cautiously. Kerry reacts with a single ambiguous chuckle.
“So you didn’t have to make me wait then?” she asks with a knowing grin.
“Well, it’s not that simple, but—God, it’s so hot today,” Peter said and sighed.
Kerry looks at Peter with a crooked grin. “OK, I guess we should go for a swim since we’re here.”
She removes her sandals and carries them with her as she takes off jogging toward the lake. It’s only then that Peter’s attention is drawn to the fact she’s still naked. She might not have had sex with his employees; however, she did strip and walk around unabashedly exposed, allowing them to see her in all her glory. Yet, he’s the one who has to answer for himself.
However, watching her swaying body as she runs is hypnotising, vanishing any sense of grudge inside Peter. His employees stare, too. They exchange some sheepish glances before shrugging their shoulders. Acting on instinct, they follow her. They soon catch her, as she isn’t jogging fast. They jog behind her toward the lake, as if three enchanted devotees.
Approaching the lake, they run past her and dive in. She wades in as if an enchanting water nymph. As always, she carries herself with a certain elegance, confidently acting as if there’s nothing odd about the fact that a woman might go for a swim as the only one naked. The three men watch her in silence, taking in every captivating inch of her body before the water covers her. As it does, it seems to break the spell, and the mood drifts back to normal. Abdul and Chang engage in a race back and forth to a nearby islet, leaving Peter alone with his naughty wife.
“So...” she said with raised eyebrows. “How did you like my little prank? I think your employees are good sports for cooperating.”
“Oh, I didn’t believe you were—” Peter began.
“What? Having sex with your employees?” She laughs.
“Yeah, I know you’d never do that.”
“Maybe,” Kerry said with a chuckle. “I guess that’s why you snuck up on us, rather than intervening immediately.”
Peter doesn’t reply, sensing that anything he said would incriminate him. The astute tone in her voice makes him again realise he’s the one in the defensive position here. Sure, he spied on her, yet isn’t walking around naked in front of his employees more egregious? Even if she’s trying to prove some point, she’s taking it pretty far. Still, he can’t bring himself to hold her accountable for it. It soon dawns on Peter why.
With a knowing smile, she turns and swims to the shore and gets out of the water to let the sun dry her naked body. He feels the excitement grow inside him again. However, the cool water keeps him level-headed enough to untangle his natural urges. Peter desires her wanton exhibitionism, even if he can’t admit to himself yet. The fact that she’s exposing herself not just to him but also to his employees makes it even more captivating. Blaming her for it will end her brazen behaviour, yet he dares not risk it.
Her pleased smirk indicates she knows her advantage. She knows her nakedness is spellbinding them all. Peter loves her brashness, yet his lack of power in the situation disturbs him. He stares at her as she puts her sandals back on.
She speaks without looking at him. “I was kinda expecting you to bring my clothes with you,” she said. “I guess you don’t want me to put them back on then?”
Kerry is taunting him again, but her comment also makes Peter realise that perhaps he has some power after all. The shameless exhibitionism of his wife isn’t just hers to control.
His employees return from their race. Surprisingly, Chang wins, though Abdul is the more athletic one. They jab loudly, Abdul half-seriously accusing Chang of cheating. They become silent as they spot Kerry on display by the lakeshore. She does nothing to hide her nakedness, of course, and he’s sure he sees her pushing her chest out to invite their gaze.
“It’s time to head back, boys,” she said.
As she stands and begins strolling back to the trail, they leave the water, the devoted followers that they are. They linger briefly by the waterside before catching her.
Abdul taps Peter to get his attention. “Hey, Pete, sorry we went along with it,” he said in a low voice. “You know, with Kerry’s prank. No hard feelings, right?” Abdul’s eyes trace Kerry’s steps as he talks. “She’s a hard woman to say no to.”
Peter smirks, knowing they had no say in Kerry’s little game. They were just pawns. “Yeah, and like you men begged her to put her clothes on,” Peter said sarcastically. Chang and Abdul chuckle nervously. “Well, I think we’ll all get to enjoy it a bit longer,” Peter said to them.
They give Peter a quizzical look, yet are distracted when Kerry calls to them over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”
Abdul immediately rushes after her, and Chang pats Peter’s back. “Thank you, boss,” he said.
“What for?” Peter asks, though he has a good idea what the Asian man is grateful for.
“Just, thank you,” he said and hurries to catch Kerry.
So they stroll back toward the factory, a naked woman with three mesmerised men following behind. The frequency of his heartbeats increased as they passed the tree where he had left her clothes, pleased to see that he had hidden them well. What she doesn’t know is, it’s no longer her decision for her to remain naked. She stops when they reach where she peeled off her G-string panties and left them on the path. She gives Peter a quizzical expression.
“So you didn’t happen to see my panties here?” Kerry asks her husband with raised eyebrows.
“Um, ah,” Peter said, realising he hadn’t decided how he was going to do this. “No. I mean, yes, but I didn’t bring them with me. Maybe the wind blew them away?”
“What wind?” she asks matter-of-fact.
“Maybe an animal took them then?” Peter said and shrugged.
“The panty-stealing squirrel,” she said sarcastically. “Are they common here?”
Abdul and Chang remain quiet, wise not to get dragged into the discussion. Peter senses his bluff has been called and prepares himself to fetch her clothes sheepishly. However, she surprises him by spinning around and continuing to walk along the path back to the cheese factory.
She shrugs. “It’s possible ... I guess.”
Peter knows she’s let him off easier than he expected, maybe too easy. However, he relishes her exposure while it lasts, feeling his sexual excitement growing in his pants. When they soon reach the place where she left her bra, she stops again.
“My bra is gone too,” she said to Peter with narrow eyes. “I hope the underwear-stealing squirrel appreciates it. It was pretty damn expensive.”
Peter again fears she’ll confront him and make him run for her clothes. She looks at Peter with a piercing gaze, staring straight into his soul. He’s about to give in when she again surprises him by continuing toward the cheese factory.
So they keep walking, a naked woman with three men orbiting her. His mind becomes decreasingly concerned with why she isn’t exposing his obvious lie. Whatever her reasons are, he’s going to enjoy every moment of his wife’s nakedness while it lasts. Peter can’t get past how confident Kerry’s posture is, expressing a perception of how a beautiful, naked woman should walk with her husband and his aroused employees. Showing off seems so natural to her.
Her swaying motion isn’t a woman eager to find her clothes. Instead, she moves slowly. Peter moves past her, aiming now to take in the full view of her exposure while it lasts. His eyes travel over her body as she approaches, her appearance glowing with an aura of eroticism. Every step she takes feels like a choreographed display, her slender legs accented by the slight lift of her sandals.
As his eyes travel along her legs, they’re drawn to her most intimate place, and there it is, the sign of why she’s doing this. The sun has long since dried her body after the swim, yet between her legs, he sees a glistening wetness. She isn’t shamelessly exposing herself to Peter and his employees to prove a point, or to show she’s brave enough not to budge; she’s doing it because it turns her on. It’s as simple as that and as shocking. The realisation makes his excitement rise.
Peter knows she can tell where his eyes are staring, yet it doesn’t dissuade her confident smile. Instead, she seems to increase the swagger in her steps. She is walking next to Abdul, chatting about something his mind is too distracted to register. As they pass Peter, she links arms with him. He knows her Russian culture makes her much more relaxed about physical contact when interacting, and he usually doesn’t think much about it. However, she isn’t usually naked in front of strangers either.
Chang had been enjoying the rear view, and she called back to him. “Hey, Chang, Abdul says you cheated in the race at the lake.”
“Yeah, Nah,” he said and ran to them. “Black people are slow in the water. Asians are fast. It’s science. Now, if it were a race on land, then Abdul would kick my ass.”
She links arms with him on her other side. ‘It means nothing,’ Peter thought. However, she has moved on to touching, and she purposefully leans into one or the other so their arms brush against her swaying breasts. Peter’s growing excitement acts against his better judgment, and he feels his cock press against the confines of his shorts. As if making sure she correctly predicted his reaction, she turns her head and looks at Peter with a sly grin before turning her focus back to the men she’s wedged between.
“So you’re saying Abdul is a sore loser then?” she asks, playfully adding fuel to the bickering between the men.
As they draw closer to the factory, Peter realises the end of the excitement is near. Kerry will probably want to leave immediately to get to the designated winery they had planned for the evening.
“You know, honey,” Peter said, looking at his watch. “It’s getting pretty late. Why don’t we have a wine tasting here instead?”
“Yeah, we bought some nice bottles on the way here,” Chang said.
“I have one I’d love for you to taste,” Abdul said, “and there’s plenty of cheese in the factory.”
She studies Peter silently for a moment. “OK, I suppose we can.”
“Great,” Peter said, trying to stifle his smile.
His employees are pleased they can prolong her brazen display. When they reach the cheese factory, they carry a recliner from an office outside, where they tell her to enjoy the sun while it lasts. It doesn’t take much persuading. Peter lingers while Abdul and Chang go to the van to fetch the wine they brought. Peter kneels beside her and kisses her lips.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he said hotly.
She smirks. “Oh, you like me naked in public then?”
He nods.
“You like your employees seeing me naked?” she said and tipped her glasses to emphasise her gaze as she glanced at his crotch. “Little Peter is enjoying himself, I see.”
Peter sneers as he hates her calling his dick ‘little Peter,’ and his hand travels along her leg as he leans in to kiss her again.
“It seems you enjoy the attention, too,” she said. Kerry stops his hand just before he reaches her wetness, and wiggles her finger at her husband. “Tch, tch, tch. What do you want, honey?” she asks. “You hid my clothes, persuading me to drink wine with your employees, and now you’re trying to get me horny.” She sighs, rolling her eyes. “Are you hoping I’ll let your employees give me some hands-on attention? Didn’t we talk about how it’s a bad idea?”
Thinking back to that day on the beach, he recalls it as mostly her talking. He feels a rush of excitement, yet agrees. “Yes, you thought I’d be too jealous.”
She nods. “Why don’t you fetch me some wine instead?” she said. “Get me something nice.”
He notes her Russian accent is starting to become prominent. He recognises this as something that happens when she’s angry, drunk or excited. She doesn’t seem angry, and she hasn’t yet imbibed.
Peter dashes inside, meeting his employees at the door. He picks a bottle quickly, thinking it best not to keep her waiting. When he gets back out the back, he finds Abdul and Chang on either side of her recliner, serving her wine already. He adds his selection to the mix. Kerry is basking in the attention of three men trying to impress her. It’s far from a real wine tasting, yet the decadence is captivating. She’s enjoying herself, and he’s surprised when she suddenly wants to stop.
“OK, boys, I think it’s time to leave,” she said. “Is my bag inside, honey?”
“Yes, it’s near the ladies’ toilets.”
The three men watch as she stands and walks inside the factory, presumably to dress. They glance sheepishly among themselves. Peter shrugs. ‘It was fun while it lasted,’ he thought.
“Honey, can you come here for a minute?” she soon shouts from inside.
He finds her with her arms over her chest and a stern look on her face.
“Yes, dear?” he asks with eyebrows raised.
“Don’t you think this has gone far enough?” she asks with a frown.
“What?”
“I guess hiding my clothes was original the first time. But again? Really?”
Peter scratches his cheek, and his eyes narrow.
She sighs. “Where’s my bag?”
“Your bag?”
“Yes, the one with all my clothes in it.”
“I put it outside the ladies’ toilet?”
She shakes her head. “Are you going to keep playing this game?”
“I put it there when we got back so you could dress,” he said, pointing to where he had left it. “I put it next to that fire extinguisher.”
She glares at Peter. “Well, it isn’t here now,” she said, shaking her head. “Are you sure you didn’t put it elsewhere?”
“Where would I put it?” he asks with a shrug. We’re in a fucking cheese factory.”
“Then someone’s taken it,” she said, “Would Abdul or Chang take it?”
“I doubt it,” he said. “They wanna keep their jobs.”
Peter considers the possibility that one of his employees might hide his wife’s clothes to prolong her nudity. He decides it’s her fault if they have because she chose to strip and walk around naked with them.
“But I guess it’s possible,” he said. “They did walk through the factory to get wine for you from the work van. Maybe they don’t want you to leave.”
“What will you do about it?” she asks.
“I guess I can ask them if they have your bag,” he said with a shrug. “I’m sure they’d give it back if we ask them.”
She studies Peter in silence before shaking her head. “No, I’ll do it myself,” she said, shaking her head. “Is there something around here I can use to cover myself?”
He goes and gets a cotton sheet that the factory uses to cover its machines when not in use and hands it to her, thinking she’ll cover herself with it. Instead, she just holds it beneath her arm as she goes outside again. Peter follows her, thinking it’s pretty insolent if one of his employees has stolen her clothes, yet he’s thankful too. Peter feels his cock hardening again, spurred by the prospect that she’ll continue to show off her hot body for them.
Abdul and Chang are sitting out back of the factory, drinking wine beneath a light that had activated as the sunset and darkness grew. When they see their bosses’ still naked wives approaching, they smile, watching her swaying tits as she approaches. She stops in front of them, the sheet beneath one arm and the other hand confidently on her hip. Their eyes wander over her body again. Peter partly expects her to shout at them for hiding her things, yet she doesn’t seem angry. She hesitates, a trait not commonly seen in her. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s naked that humbles her. Peter sits in a chair opposite his employees to see what they’ll do.
“What’s up, Kerry?” Abdul asks.