Coveted (Cuckolded by my Curvy Hotwife)
Coveted
Cuckolded by my Curvy Hotwife
Natasha Hunter
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'Happily ever after,' I sarcastically muttered under my breath as I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I slid out of my warm and comfortable bed. The alarm clock screamed 3:15 A.M. in bright red numbers, and I mentally cursed my 'darling' husband for coming in late and intoxicated—there was no way on earth he could make that much noise unless he was shitface drunk, which was standard operation these days.
I didn't regret marrying Gregory—I loved him to death, but at the same time, I wish we would have dated longer than a couple of months before tying the knot. But most of all, I wish we would have married when we were older. We met in college, and after I got pregnant, we had to drop out and get jobs.
I tiptoed across the bedroom floor and quietly made my way downstairs, careful not to make any extra noise. The twins had slept through their father's racket, to which I was grateful. I wasn't in the mood to deal with a drunken husband and crying babies at the same time.
A soft glow from the oven half filled the kitchen as Gregory leaned against the center island, attempting to make himself a sandwich. The granite surface was littered with bread, mayo, pickles, and sandwich meat. 'Great, another mess for me to clean up,' I thought wearily.
I stepped across the kitchen threshold and crossed my arms. I knew that my disapproval was etched across my face, but I couldn't help it. I was tired of his drinking, coming home late, and not helping out with the twins. I had a laundry list of other things I was sick and tired of too, but I mentally pushed them to the back of my mind so that I could deal with the problem at hand.
"Gregory?" I attempted to get his attention.
"Mila," he drunkenly slurred my name as he looked up at me. A lopsided smile tugged at his mouth.
"You're drunk," I said with a long-suffering sigh. Even in the dim light, I could make out his bloodshot eyes.
"No, I am not!" he lied as he attempted to straighten his shoulders. "I just had a couple." He held up two fingers.
"A couple plus ten more, by the looks of it."
"Mmmm-maybe," he slurred. "But, I was with the guys. And, you know how they are." He tried to give me an affectionate don't-be-mad-at-me look, which failed miserably.
I mentally counted to ten while concentrating on my breathing so that I wouldn't yell. I didn't want to be that kind of nagging wife, but at the same time, enough was enough. However, it wouldn't do any good to talk to him until he was sober, I realized. "C'mon. Let's go to bed."
A Cheshire grin stretched across his mouth, "Now you're talking."
I inwardly rolled my eyes. Not that I didn't desire my husband, of course I did. He was tall, blonde, and his Scandinavian heritage had gifted him with amazing blue eyes. When he was sober, he was an amazing lover—but, I had been through this disappointment before. There just wasn't much he could do with a whiskey-soaked dick. "Uh-huh. C'mon big fella. Let's get you upstairs and into bed."
"Can I fuck you?" he asked lasciviously.
"Sure." I wanted to say 'with what?' but I bit my tongue.
"You're so beautiful, Mila. I'm so, so lucky to have you," he drunkenly rambled as we made our way upstairs with him leaning against my shoulder. "I love you so much," he sniffled, then said, "More than you will ever, ever know."
"I love you too, Gregory." I meant it. I loved the drunken sot. Once we were in our bedroom, I began to help him take his shoes and clothes off.
"Why are you so good to me?" he asked in a child-like voice as he sat perched on the edge of the bed.
Kneeling in front of him, I tugged at his jeans and pulled them around his ankles and off of his feet. "Because I'm a silly fool." I cheekily smiled up at him.
His expression morphed into a look of seriousness, "Mila. I have to tell you something."
My stomach lurched at his tone, and I expected him to admit something horrible. Had he cheated? Did he want to cheat? Was he still in love with his perfect, blonde, drop-dead-gorgeous ex-girlfriend? "What is it?" I asked with trepidation.
He stroked an errant strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. "You're so beautiful."
"You already told me that," I said with a hint of frustration, annoyed that he had me worked up for nothing.
"No, wait. Really. I want to tell you something." His eyes widened, his expression solemn.
"Go on." Dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
"The truth is... I don't think I am good enough for you."
My dark brow quirked. "What? Why would you even say such nonsense?" Most people would have thought the opposite, that I wasn't good enough for him. His parents certainly thought so. They made sure to cut Gregory out of the will, shut down his trust fund until he was thirty, and cut off all contact with him 'until he came to his senses' and 'stopped seeing that Mexican maid.' No matter that I was only half Venezuelan—my mother had married a very white, very American soldier, and I was born and raised in the USA.
Gregory came from serious money, but that wasn't what attracted him to me. He was smart, funny, charming, and kind. He had a great sense of humor and always knew how to cheer me up. Dating him had been magical.
Until he knocked me up.
We married while I was pregnant despite the furious threats from his parents. It had been a rough two years since. Having two babies at once while trying to adjust to married life wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Not only that, but I had to maintain my job at the hotel to help pay bills. My college courses would have to wait until the kids were in preschool, though I did manage a couple of online courses every semester so that I wouldn't fall too far behind.
Gregory dropped out of college and went to work at the hotel, though he was given a cushy job in management because his cousin owned the place. I could have gotten a better job there—many were offered, but I didn't want to accept any handouts from Gregory's family. Gregory was the best thing from the Barnes' family—the rest of them could suck it.
"Are you listening to me?" Gregory asked, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Yeah. But it is late, can we go to bed already?" I pleaded in a tired voice.
"Mila, listen. Just listen. I need to tell you this, okay?"
"Fine. Go ahead."
"I..." his voice trailed off as he glanced at the ceiling. "I want us to try something, but I don't want to make you mad."
"Try what?" Relief flooded me. At least he wasn't confessing having slept with someone else.
"The thing is... you're so beautiful and soft and warm and you just deserve so much better than me! I can't stop thinking about what you deserve, and how much I want you to be happy and I know that I don't make you happy all the time," he rambled.
"You make me happy, Gregory. Why are you even saying this?" Oh crap, is he trying to divorce me?
"But, you could be happier. If only I had a bigger dick."
A self-pity party started in my head, and I was the guest of honor. I thought about how early I had to be up in the morning, and all the things I had to do—like work my ass off at the resort, get the twins ready for the babysitters, and do the grocery shopping. Meanwhile, my husband was having his own pity-party about the size of his dick? Ugh. "Gregory, your dick size is fine. I've never seen a bigger dick, okay? Please now, can we just get some rest?"
"No! No, it isn't, Mila. It's tiny in comparison to Kaine's!" he complained.
Keeping a tight rein on my patience, I looked my husband in the eye and spoke with the softest, sweetest voice I could muster. "Your cock is the best cock I have ever had. I love your cock."
"But you would like Kaine's better. He is so much better than me, not a loser like me." As he rambled on, his cock began to swell.
I furrowed my brows as I tried to make sense of the situation. "You're not a loser."
"Yes. I am. I could be so much better. Like Kaine, but I am not. And, you deserve to be with someone like him." His cock twitched.
I dropped my gaze and watched with fascination as his penis swelled to its full height. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I think you should go to bed with him so that he can satisfy you more than I can."
I hid my surprise and tried to brush it off as drunken rambling. "Is that so?"
"Uh-huh. I think he would make you cum a lot." Gregory began to stroke his cock in front of me. "I think you would love having his big, black cock in your tight little pussy. I bet he would stretch you out as he fucked you so deeply."
I tried to ignore the simmering desire that was pooling between my legs. Gregory's provocative words were hitting the spot, and I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second. "Tell me more," I said as I flicked my tongue over the head of his erection.
"Kaine is just so smooth with the ladies. It's because he is so confident. He knows they want his big black dick. I bet you want it, too. I bet you fantasize about him fucking your pussy and ass. He likes curvy girls—and I know he has a thing for you. I bet if you'd just fuck him he would make you feel so much better than I can." Gregory's hand tightened around his cock as he stroked it towards my mouth.
My arousal was full on. My panties were soaked, and every part of me was tingling with need. I rolled my tongue around his erection and licked at his fingers while grazing my fingers along his thighs.
"He wanted to date you, but I got to you first," Gregory admitted as he stared down at me.
"I'm glad. I love you and your cock. I don't want him." I swiped my tongue across his balls and rolled it around.
"You should. He wants you. I'd share you with him. It would be so hot watching you getting fucked by him."
"I only want this," I said in a sultry, sexy voice in between long licks down the length of his erection.
"Oh, fuck, Mila! I'm going to cum!" he said just seconds before coating my tongue and lips with his sticky white essence.
I licked my lips and swallowed every last drop.
"Good girl. You're such a good girl... so good," he said in a sleepy-drunk voice.
I inwardly rolled my eyes, knowing that it was over—and that he was seconds from falling asleep. Great. I couldn't help but think he was a selfish prick as he fell back into bed without a care about my pleasure. My panties were soaked and my pussy was so tingly, there was no way in hell I'd be able to fall back asleep.
I pulled the duvet over Gregory then flipped the light off in the bedroom as he quietly snored.
Silently, I slipped into the bathroom and ran a bath in our garden tub and added a heap of bubble bath. I knew that the twins would be asleep for a while, and there was no way in hell that Gregory would awaken from his drunken slumber anytime soon—so I decided to have a little 'me' time.
I gathered up my supplies: the baby monitor just in case (I wouldn't be able to relax without it), one glass of wine, and my 'special friend'—a vibrator I had bought long before I met Gregory. It wasn't very large, I had been too afraid to try anything bigger than six inches, but it was effective.
After stripping out of my pajamas and panties, I settled down into the tub and sighed softly. It was like a little piece of heaven. The warm water relaxed my muscles and I felt as if I could stay there all night—what was left of it, at any rate. I sipped my wine as I replayed what Gregory had said about Kaine. 'I know he has a thing for you.'
I was beyond surprised. Gregory's cousin, Kaine, was the owner of the hotel where we both worked. Though Gregory worked with him almost daily, I barely had any contact with him. The maids usually didn't cross paths with the upper management. And despite being 'family', I was never around him socially. We lived in two different worlds.
In my mind, Kaine was like all the others in Gregory's family: rich beyond belief, entitled, and aloof. A typical Barnes through and through. However, he was slightly different from the rest—his father had married an African American woman. I could only imagine the family scandal that caused at the time. Kaine's mixed blood worked well for him—he was impossibly gorgeous with light brown skin and stark blue Scandinavian eyes, tall and well built. He had a deep, cultured voice that was to die for.
'He likes curvy girls.' I gave a glance to my body as I took a big sip of wine. Bubbles clung to my curves and coated my breasts, glistening beneath the soft candle light. Yes, I was a curvy girl—who wouldn't be after birthing two babies at once? Plus, in my mom's Venezuelan culture, curves were not only appreciated but were celebrated. I had the body of a woman, not a half-starved teenage girl, and I was proud of it. I had big luscious breasts and I liked them—apparently so did other men, judging by the leering looks I'd get almost daily. I had shapely hips and a plump ass that was perfect for holding onto while being fucked from behind.
'I think he would make you cum a lot.' The words drifted through my mind, and I let myself imagine what it would be like to be fucked by my husband's cousin. I imagined him there with me in the tub as I laid back in the warm, sudsy water. I thought about how he'd kiss my neck, my breasts, and then lower—across my soft stomach. I could almost feel his tongue working a path down to my most private parts. I parted my legs in the water while turning on my waterproof vibrator. My eyes half closed as I ran the tip of the vibrator across my clit. The steady vibration across my little bud sent a jolt of pleasure humming throughout my body.
"...if you'd just fuck him he would make you feel so much better than I can." I couldn't agree more in that moment. I knew that Kaine was a teetotaler, so I figured he'd never leave a woman unsatisfied because he was impossibly drunk and incapable of realizing that he was leaving his woman horny and abandoned as he passed out. In my fantasy, Kaine had his head buried between my legs, his big black hands holding my thighs apart while he licked me from top to bottom.
"I think you would love having his big, black cock in your tight little pussy." Mmm, yes, I would. I imagined Kaine climbing up over my curvy body and kissing me while he forced his gigantic cock into my needy little pussy. I gasped as I slid my waterproof vibrator from my clit to my entrance and thrust it in. A small moan escaped my lips as I pushed it in as far as it would go. My eyes closed all the way and I lost myself to the fantasy of Kaine plunging his big black cock inside of me. I could feel his breath against my ear as he whispered dirty things, describing how he would fuck me deeply as I stroked the vibrator in and out of my tingling wet pussy.
I had never allowed myself to fantasize about him before, but now I couldn't think of anything but him thrusting into me over and over, deep and powerful.
The vibrator hummed as I eased it in and out of my slick channel. I used my other hand to rub at my clit, increasing the pleasure by a million. My breath was fractured as I gasped—I imagined Kaine instructing me to cum on his cock. His soft, sexual voice was enough to send me spiraling over the edge of nirvana. My orgasm rolled through me like a hurricane slamming against the shore—rough, powerful, and all-consuming. Water splashed as I groaned a long, drawn out sound of pleasure.
'He wants you.' As I came down from my euphoric, blissful high, I rolled my eyes. I couldn't imagine that it was true. There was no way in hell that Kaine Barnes wanted me, and even if he did—which was highly unlikely, I was married and wholly in love with my husband.
'I'd share you with him.' The thought haunted me for the rest of the morning.
*
I met my big sister, Andrea, in the hotel's gym after breakfast. It was part of our morning routine—spending t
hirty minutes on the treadmills before officially clocking in. Employees were allowed to use the gym for free during off hours. It was just one of the perks I loved about working at the resort. Nice healthcare, free childcare, and generous vacation days added to the list of reasons I loved my job, even if I was merely a maid.
I also loved the fact that Andrea worked at the hotel, too. It was nice having my big sis around, even though we worked in separate departments. I was only a maid, whereas she worked upstairs in management. Granted, she wasn't as high up as Gregory in management, but she had done well for herself by working hard over the years, climbing her way up out of housekeeping to an office job. I was so proud of her, as were our folks.
"Good morning," I said in a sleepy voice as I climbed onto the treadmill beside hers. I had been awake since Gregory had woken me during the middle of the night. However, I was determined not to miss our workout.
"You look tired," Andrea said with concern as we started out at a leisurely pace, warming up.
"Gregory came in late last night—and drunk. He made a huge mess in the kitchen that I had to clean up. Ugh."
Andrea rolled her eyes. "You are too good to that man. How many times do I have to tell you that it is not okay for him to treat you like that?"
I couldn't help but look sheepish. "I know. It's just that I feel so guilty. He would have so much if it weren't for me." I had carried around the guilt of him being forced out of his family since we had been married.
"He has more by being married to you, Mila. You've given him two beautiful children. You have a lovely home that you've done wonders with. Seriously, I can't believe how much you have transformed that old house. It is stunning. He has a smoking hot wife who loves and adores him. Really, he has more with you than without. You just need to realize that."
Trust Andrea to always know how to cheer me up. "You always know what to say. But really, I just can't help but feel guilty about his parents."
My sister rolled her eyes. "They will come around in time, especially when they realize they are missing out on their grandchildren's lives."