Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 13

No. Of course not.

Christmas morning was good. Frank seemed to be in a great mood, all smiles and excitement. He was keeping an eye on her, as if waiting to see if she was going to do or say something, but she simply smiled at him, not letting him know of the strange sensations going on in her head. This pleased him, seemingly, but there was still a weird feeling inside Denise that she couldn't quite shake. Did something happen that she'd forgotten about? It felt like there was a memory right there, but she couldn't quite reach it.

Denise tried to quiet these odd feelings and enjoy the day. Their daughter was overjoyed, as she always loved Christmas. And again, Frank seemed to be in a great mood, and Denise couldn't help but admire him.

He was so handsome. Such a good husband and father. How did he ever end up choosing her? He could have any girl, many far more gorgeous than her. He should have ended up with one of them, those more beautiful, sexy women, ones with really big tits. She didn't deserve him. He was worthy of so much better...

Whoa. Wait. Where did these thoughts come from? She never ever let herself think this way.

Thus, the effect of the previous night took hold. And hence, a lifetime of sexual inadequacy took hold within the young married woman, a feeling that she would never, ever shake.

And that was something Frank would take great advantage of.

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A couple days after Christmas, Frank was at the bar with some buddies, having a few drinks.

He remembered everything now. The inciting incident the year prior, the thing that set him along the path he was on now. He remembered everything from a couple days prior too, the complete and utter humiliation Patrice and Morgan had put his wife through. As wrong as it was, the memories still made his cock lurch with excitement. He still loved his wife, but... she had her place in his life. And these women, these other women... they had their place too.

Remembering everything, Frank fully came to terms with what he was now. He was on the naughty list, through and through. He'd done so much, taken part in so much. There was no going back now. His place on the naughty list was set in stone.

And it had paid off in spades.

His naughtiness had gotten him more pleasure than he'd never known possible. More excitement. More joy. He had seen the other side of life, and he had quickly become addicted.

And it had paid off literally as well. Thanks to that recent drug bust, where he and his fellow officers had skimmed a fair amount off the top, something he never would have done before, he was getting financially set in a way he never had before. His family would be well supported for the foreseeable future, and in his mind, that more than made up for all the things he'd done on the side at his wife's expense.

Naughtiness was a good look on him.

But in the same way people who get sudden windfalls of cash are new-money, he was new-naughty. Sure, he was on the naughty list now, but he was new to this life. And as he was about to learn, this left him totally unprepared for someone who'd lived and breathed being naughty her entire life.

As a couple of buddies played pool, Frank sat at the bar, sipping his craft beer, watching a football game on the TV. He suddenly felt a new presence next to him, and his eyes turned to the side before bugging out.

Standing next to him was one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen. She was a gorgeous Latina woman, with long, dark, curly hair, sharp eyes, plump lips, and the softest looking caramel skin he'd ever seen. She was dressed to kill, wearing a short skirt, leaving a lot of leg exposed, as well as red high heels. Up top, she was wearing a tight, very flattering red top, showcasing her fit form and absolutely massive breasts. The top was low cut, showcasing the tops of her breasts and a fair amount of the mouthwatering cleft of juicy cleavage in between. This outfit didn't seem the wisest considering the cold, but he wasn't complaining.

"Hello Officer," she purred, looking up at him.

"Do I know you?" Frank replied calmly.

"Not yet," she began teasingly. "But I find it useful to be able to spot a cop when I see one," she said, a knowing smirk adorning her fucking gorgeous face. Shrugging to himself, no longer nervous around women like her, he engaged her.

"Officer Frank Carroll," he said, holding out his hand. For a split-second, her eyes twinkled in amusement upon hearing his surname, and after studying his face for a moment, she extended her own hand.

"I'm Esmerelda..." she replied, in almost a purr as her hand slid into his, her soft skin sliding against him, making him shiver. That name... it set off alarm bells deep in his mind, but he didn't recall why. But as he looked at the smoking hot woman next to him, and as his eyes couldn't help but drift back down to her juicy cleavage, unable to look away, those alarm bells just sorta stopped mattering.

Frank didn't know what he was dealing with in Esmerelda. As confident as he was now, he had never met someone as naughty as her. And that money that he was so proud of gaining for himself and his family?

Well, it wasn't gonna be his for much longer.

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