The Wardrobe Mistress

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 15,600
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A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.

The Wardrobe Mistress by Joe Manx

She thinks she’s simply visiting her much-loved Aunt Polly to pick up some items of furniture before Polly emigrates to Australia. What she doesn’t expect is for her aunt to offer her advice on keeping her relationship hot and spicy. With Polly’s aid, she learns the secrets of dressing for pleasure, and armed with a “sexy equestrian” outfit, she sets out to give husband Matthew the ride of his life.

The Treat by Amelia Flint

Working for the stuffy old Farringtons isn’t much fun, but when money is your aphrodisiac, the perks of the job certainly make up for it. Their cleaner loves to pleasure herself in their Jacuzzi, or on their luxurious double bed. She’s sure they will never find out about her naughty antics – until the day Mr Farrington comes home from work early...

The Key by Jim Baker

Newlyweds Don and Sally have a great sex life, full of passion and inventive spanking games. When Sally finds an old key in the kitchen, it triggers visions of evil creatures that only Don can see. Getting rid of the key should solve the problem, but Don soon finds out that’s easier said than done. Can he banish the ghastly visitors before they destroy his happiness?

“Los Hermanos” by Mark Farley

Since her divorce, lusty cougar Siobhan has been making the most of her opportunities to hook up with men on the cosmopolitan streets of Notting Hill. Spanish architect Ruben offers the promise of some afternoon delight on his rooftop sun terrace, but Siobban hasn’t counted on the possibility of his brother taking the opportunity to join in the action.

The Waterfall by Katie Lilly

The forest waterfall is a haven of peace, away from the well-trodden tourist path. For Heather, newly single and ready for adventure, and skinny-dipping local Roger, its undisturbed pool offers a place where they can act on their mutual attraction and discover the thrills of sex in the great outdoors.

These stories have also been published in Seriously Sexy Three ISBN 9781906125905

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Xcite Books Ltd

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Word Count: 15,600
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On top of the book was a letter with my name on it. Inside the letter Polly again described how her hobby had become a passion. ‘This book represents years of work, it will open up a whole new world. Use the ideas, build on them – go on, have faith in your imagination!’

I picked up the book and leafed through the pages. It made fascinating reading. There were detailed descriptions of various fantasies. She’d added little notes when a fantasy had been re-played and improved upon. Perhaps she’d used different language or spoken or acted differently. She may have changed or modified the clothing or added accessories. Polly seemed to have perfected a number of roles. Reading about my aunt’s adventures was both erotic and arousing. I admired her guts but couldn’t see myself dressing up like that, Mathew would just laugh.

Later that day, when Mathew returned home, I was in the bath. Several minutes after his arrival he called out to me, asking if I wanted a drink. A little later, I heard him mounting the stairs and I quickly arranged the foamy bubble bath around me and lay in a seductive pose. He came in with a glass of wine.
‘I’m just going to watch the football, love,’ he said as handed me the glass. He smiled and walked back out. I lay there for a few minutes, disappointed by the lack of interest in my nakedness. Sod it, I thought, we were definitely in a rut and I needed to do something about it. I dried myself and, glass in hand, wandered through to the wardrobe room. I was nervous but excited.
Leafing through Polly’s scrapbook I picked a scenario that wouldn’t prove too taxing for a beginner and read her notes. It was a simple game, I just needed the confidence to carry it off. After a little searching I found the ‘equestrian’ outfit and followed Polly’s guidelines.
First, I hung fine, beaded tassels from my nipples. Then I put on tight beige riding trousers, followed by a tailored, beige riding jacket. I only buttoned the middle of the jacket, which left plenty of cleavage showing. Next, I put on leather riding boots, scraped back my hair and applied lipstick and eye make up. I put on a hard, black, velvet covered riding cap and, with riding crop in hand, inspected the final result in the mirror. The overall result was a rather haughty look. Although a little nervous, I was also feeling aroused. Strangely, the outfit made me feel rather superior.

I wandered downstairs and entered the lounge where Mathew was watching television. I walked slowly, authoritatively, in front of the television and whacked the riding crop against my buttocks. I’d caught his attention.
‘Do you like the outfit, it’s one of many Aunt Polly left me.’
He looked me up and down.
‘You’ll need a horse if you’re going to take up riding.’
‘Oh, I think I’ve found the animal I want to ride, just need to check it out, make sure I’ve got a stallion with stamina. Stand up.’
Mathew looked bemused but he also looked interested. He stood up.
‘What’s all this about then?’
I walked over to him, stood by his side and tapped his bottom with my crop.
‘Get undressed I’ll need to make a full inspection. Come on, Mathew,’ I said, sternly, ‘haven’t got all day. I want to get some riding done.’
The admonishment further aroused Mathew’s interest. He began stripping and as he did so, I made appreciative noises. When he was fully undressed his cock was half erect. I walked around him, inspecting his naked body. I ran my crop up and down his back and gently tapped his bottom.
‘Mmmm, good flanks, fine legs, good, strong back …’
Mathew’s cock was now fully erect. I ran the tip of the crop slowly up and down its length.
‘That’s beautiful,’ I said. ‘I need a strong, smooth, sturdy saddle when I’m riding. The gentle tapping and stroking with the riding crop was having the desired effect. Mathew let out a little gasp. I was now fully immersed in my new role.
‘I think this stallion needs to get his oats tonight. I’m going to make sure you’re well fed. First of all though, you need a little exercise. Down on all fours!’
Mathew did as he was told. I climbed on his back, took a red, silk scarf from my pocket, leant forward and whispered in his ear.
‘Just need to put some reins on you, don’t want you getting out of control.’
I placed the middle of the scarf in Mathew’s mouth, then sat upright. I held both ends of the scarf in one hand, pulled back his head and gave his bottom a sharp tap with my riding crop.
‘Come on now, a nice gentle ride to begin with.’

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