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  Temptation

  Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  Natasha Hunter

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  I finished my shower and towel dried my long hair, then slid into a silky, red robe. Despite being married for over five years, I still made the effort to wear pretty, girly lingerie around the house for my husband, Tate.

  We had met on Facebook, of all things—a friend of a friend of a friend kind of thing. We chatted almost daily for nearly a year before meeting face to face. Tate flew out to where I was going to college and spent the entire weekend with me. The attraction we had online carried over into real life, and we spent most of his visit between the sheets. He was everything I had imagined him to be, and more; he was perfect- tall, muscular body with an amazing smile. He had an easy going personality and charm for days. I was instantly smitten. He was slightly older than me, and working his way through law school. Though he came from serious money, he wanted to pay his own way through life and hadn't taken a penny of his parents' wealth since he'd left home at eighteen. I guess he wanted to prove to himself that he could. We married two years later after I had finished college, and moved to the East Coast.

  "Nina?" He called out from the bedroom. "I'm finished with my list."

  "Be right there, babe." I smiled to myself as I rubbed some perfumed lotion on my legs and arms, then cinched the belt of my robe. As I walked into the bedroom, I took a moment to appreciate just how sexy my husband was. He lay on our king-sized bed, stretched out with a towel around his waist, glancing at his phone.

  I stepped over to him and tugged at his towel. "This thing is in my way," I said playfully as I pulled apart the white cotton fabric. His cock twitched in response.

  Tate smirked up at me, "That a fact Mrs. Alancourt?"

  "Oh, indeed." I grazed my hand across his torso, trailing my fingertips through the dark line of hairs that stretched from his naval to his cock. "You mentioned a list?" Exchanging Christmas wish lists on December 1st had been our tradition since we first started dating. We would each write down ten things we'd want as gifts, and the other would choose at least three or four from the list. It had always been a lot of fun because we knew we'd get something that we wanted but we never knew exactly what it would be.

  He offered up his list as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. I quickly read each request, smiling as I finished the last two. "Uhm..." I lowered the piece of paper while my brow shot up. "Are you teasing me?"

  He looked at me sheepishly.

  I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, trying to make sense of his request. "You're serious...?"

  He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah."

  "How long have you uhm...wanted this?"

  "I don't know. And of course, you don't have to." He pulled at the belt of my robe and untied it. His hand roamed across my stomach.

  "I know. It's just...I never knew you were into something like this."

  "It seems interesting. I don't know how to explain it," he said.

  "Well try. I mean, you want to see me have sex with another man?" He had listed cuckolding as his tenth request.

  "Yes," he admitted so softly the word was practically a whisper.

  "Do you have anyone in mind?" I asked as I wiggled my hips, rubbing myself against his crotch. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me.

  "No." He lifted his hands and grabbed my hips, his thumbs caressed my hips. "It should be a stranger, I think."

  "A stranger?" The idea of him wanting me to sleep with a stranger excited me.

  "A black stranger."

  I leaned over and rubbed my lips against his, kissing him softly as he pushed my robe over my shoulders. The silk fell apart and he slid his hand over my slim torso. His fingers spread over my breast and he played with my pink nipple.

  I moaned against his mouth and licked his lips. I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second. "You want me to fuck another man?" The idea was taking root, and I couldn't help but be turned on by the fantasy. At least, in that moment it was fantasy. I didn't know if I could actually ever go through with something like that.

  "Yes," he groaned the word.

  "You won't be jealous when I let him put his big black cock into my pussy and fuck me?" I asked seductively. I closed my green eyes slightly, staring at him through half-lids.

  "Yes," he admitted. "I will be." He rubbed my nipple between his fingers. The sensations sent little jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.

  "But you want me to do it anyhow?" I asked in a raspy voice.

  "Yes. Please."

  'Please? He must really want this,' I thought. "So... where will I find this mysterious, black stranger?"

  "Online." He pulled me closer and darted a tongue out, flicking it against my nipple.

  "You've put some thought into this." I sucked on my bottom lip as he feasted on my breasts, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting between the two.

  "Mhm."

  "Let's say I find someone online. Then what happens? Do I meet him somewhere or does he come here?"

  "You meet him at a bar," he said.

  "Makos?"

  "Yes."

  "Will you be there?"

  "Yes. At the bar. I'll be watching."

  "So I meet him for drinks. And if I like what I see, I ask him to take me back to my room?"

  "Yes. I'll be in the next room. And I will have a video camera so I can watch."

  I let the fantasy of flirting with a stranger at a bar play through my mind. "If I like him, can I give him a blow job at the table?"

  "Oh fuck yeah. I want to watch you suck him off so bad," he said as his hands roamed down my back, kneading my skin. He grabbed my ass and pulled me harder against his crotch.

  "You want to watch me suck his thick, black cock?" I licked my lips, imagining another man's cock being pushed into my mouth.

  He groaned his response.

  "Maybe I'll let him cum in my mouth. Maybe let him cum in my pussy too..." I taunted. "I'll swallow every last drop, but I will want more."

  "Will you make him wear a condom?" he asked.

  "Nope. You know I hate them."

  "You're going to let him cum in your pussy?"

  "Yes, and I'm going to make sure you watch. You're going to be in the other room watching as some strange, gorgeous black man is going to fuck me so hard with his big black cock and cum all in my pussy and there will be nothing you can do about it."

  Tate pushed the tip of his cock against my pussy entrance, then shoved into my warm, moist hole. I clenched my inner muscles as he slid his inches into me. I straightened up and placed my hands against his chest, groaning as he pumped his dick between my little pink folds.

  My eyes closed as I narrated what would happen in the fantasy, "I'm going to suck his cock at the bar in one of those private back booths. I'll let him slide his hand beneath my dress. Maybe the slutty red one that you like so much. I will tell him that if he can make me cum right there, then I will let him take me over to the hotel."

  I undulated my hips, rocking back and forth slowly as I imagined my fantasy lover sliding his black cock into me. Instead of my husband, I imagined all the dirty, wicked things my lover would do to me.

  Tate whispered, "I'm close. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum."

  The sound of his voice sent shivers along my spine and intensified the hot tingles that were racing through my bloodstream. My body shuddered
above him as my orgasm rippled through me.

  *

  The following morning after Tate left for work, I reread his wish list. Of the ten things listed, eight were actual items. A couple of PC video games (would he ever grow up?), a new pair of hiking boots, a new iPad, and a couple more random things that I gazed over. The bottom two were 'talk dirty to me' and 'cuckolding'. I thought I did a pretty good job with the dirty talk the night before, but, could he really and truly be serious about cuckolding? I didn't even know much about it, really.

  I settled down on the sofa with a cup of coffee and my laptop, then did a search for cuckolding, and spent the next couple of hours reading about the kink.

  "Cuckold" means "the husband of an adulteress." But for some men, it's a complex, erotic kind of humiliation. Some of them crave submission. Some men get off on having a wife or girlfriend that other men desire. Some are closeted and want to explore male sexuality. Others get excitement from seeing their wives or girlfriends fulfilled in new ways."

  I closed my laptop and nibbled my bottom lip as I contemplated sleeping with another man. My feelings were all over the place. On one hand, I was warming to the idea of fucking someone different. I had only ever been with Tate, and though I had a couple of boyfriends before him, I had never gone all the way with them. Tate was my true first. And, I hadn't ever really entertained the idea of being with anyone else. I loved Tate wholly. Completely. I never wanted anyone else, or even fantasized about anyone other than Tate until last night.

  'But on the other hand, if it is what he wants, then maybe I can go through with it.' I thought. He seemed really into the idea.

  I shook my head, wondering what he could possibly get out of it. I knew that I couldn't handle it if he slept with another woman, much less would I want to watch. Not that I was on the jealous side, but if he wanted another woman, I didn't think I could handle it.

  It was all too confusing.

  But, he specifically asked for it! It was something that he wanted and I didn't want to shame him for it. I wanted to understand it. I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted in all ways... even if it meant being impaled by a stranger's big black cock.

  I opened up my laptop again and hesitated, giving myself time to back out. I gave it a final thought and then nodded to myself. 'I'm going to do it.' I typed in 'black male escorts near me', and instantly my screen filled with links to some gigolo websites. I chose one near the top and clicked the link, then spent the next half hour reading over various profiles.

  Three men caught my interest, though I finally narrowed it down to one. He was gorgeous with skin the color of cafe au lait, caramel eyes, and a shaved head. His smile was perfect with even white teeth. He looked very friendly. One picture showed him with his shirt off, his abs were perfection with ripply muscles down his torso. It was obvious he took great care of his body. I bet he worked out every day.

  I wasn't sure if this was what Tate wanted, a paid escort, but at the same time, it felt like the safer bet. He was a professional, so I wouldn't have to worry about someone unclean, unsafe, or someone who would take the experience for more than what it was. I did not want to be stalked by some stranger who confused sex for something more.

  I left my laptop on the coffee table then headed into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. It would be my last chance to back out, I told myself, as I poured the fragrant drink into my favorite coffee mug.

  Licking my lips nervously, I picked up my cell and called the number to set up an appointment with Noah Jackson for lunch. The plan was to meet up casually, and if things went well, to meet up later. Once the appointment was made, I texted Tate without revealing anything much, then dressed for the day.

  *

  I met Noah at a seafood restaurant near the water and was surprised at how nervous I was going inside. I met him at his table, smiling politely as I held out my hand to shake, "Noah Jackson?" He was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. I had the thought that if anyone should notice us, it would appear that we were on a business lunch. I couldn't quite hide my grin at the thought of what kind of business we would be discussing.

  "Mrs. Alancourt, I presume?" He took and took my hand, brought it to his lips, then lightly kissed my knuckles. I felt a shiver ripple down my spine. Mmm, he was good.

  "Such manners." I pulled my hand away and sat down in the chair after he pulled it from the table. "Color me impressed."

  "My Mama raised me good," he said teasingly. I noted that he had a bit of a Southern drawl.

  "Are you from around here, originally?" I asked.

  "Yes, ma'am. All my life. And you?" he asked as he picked up his menu.

  "We moved here a few years ago, my husband took a job with a local law firm."

  "Impressive. And what do you do? Somehow I can't imagine you a stay-at-home trophy wife."

  I quirked a brow, "No?"

  He chuckled, "Unless you are, and then I wholly apologize."

  I chuckled in return, "I own a boutique in town. It's closed for the holidays."

  "Oh? What kind, if you don't mind me prying."

  "I do frame work, and I sell paintings by local artist, mostly. The front part of the building is a gallery."

  "I think I've been by there, actually. Down by the pier on Second Street?"

  "Yes," I felt a little strange at him knowing where I worked and having the ability to find me if he wanted. However, I told myself he was a professional and he wouldn't be showing up randomly at my store.

  As if he read my thoughts, he smiled warmly, "Don't worry. You are in complete control. I will not come to your store or invade your life in any way at all."

  I laughed nervously, "Are you a mind reader?"

  He gave a devilish smile, "Maybe in some cases?" He winked playfully, "But seriously. I won't do anything that you are uncomfortable with. You can trust me."

  I chewed on my lower lip, "I hope so. I've never done anything like this before."

  "I can tell. You seem pretty nervous."

  "I am!"

  "It's natural." We paused our conversation while the waiter came over to take our order. Once we were alone, he continued, "But, you're in good hands, I promise. Everything happens at your pace, and we will only ever do what you are comfortable with."

  I exhaled a nervous breath, then smiled as I started to relax. "So how does it work, exactly?"

  He flashed me a devilish grin. "Well. Typically, I like to do a meet-and-greet with a new client, as we are now, and discuss what it is you're looking for. Also, this gives you the chance to back out. Hiring a male escort isn't for everyone."

  "I-I don't want to back out."

  "Good," He gave me a charming smile. "So, what are you seeking from our date? Outside of the obvious, that is," he winked.

  "As I mentioned, I am married. Perfectly, wonderfully married. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. My husband satisfies me in every way. But, the thing is, he has mentioned cuckolding as something he'd be interested in."

  "Ah. So, you want him to be part of the experience?"

  I nodded, "Yes, in a sense. I am doing it for him. He will be watching...if that is all right?"

  "Of course. Does he know you're setting this up?"

  I shook my head no, "No, not at the moment. I thought I could surprise him with it."

  "And you've never done anything like this before, I presume?"

  "Correct."

  "Do you have any idea of how you want it to happen? And also, a lot of men think they can handle watching their woman with another man, but, once it really begins to happen, they become extremely jealous and can't go through with it. Just a warning."

  "I've thought about that. But, I hope he won't be too jealous since this is his fantasy."

  "Is your husband a violent man?"

  I chuckled, "No. Not at all."

  "Good. So, tell me how you would like the evening to go."

  I wet my lips nervously as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. It was one thing to say
the words to my husband, but, it was a whole different ballgame to say them out loud to a complete stranger- even if he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen.

  "You and I meet at a bar and have a few drinks at a table in the back. It is dimly lit, crowded, and we wouldn't be noticed if we fooled around some beneath the table. With our hands, I mean," I blushed profusely, feeling like a teenager describing a date with a boy that she let go to second base.

  "Mmm. Nice. Go on."

  "My husband will be at the bar with strict orders not to intervene. I'll have the bartender give him an envelope with a key to his room at the hotel next door, or maybe I will leave it at home for him. I'll figure out the details. Anyhow, our room will be beside his. I'll have it set up on my laptop where he can watch everything we do."

  We fell silent as the waiter brought out our food and drinks. I couldn't stop blushing as I waited for him to leave.

  Once we were alone, Noah stretched a hand across the table and stroked his thumb across the back of my hand. "Don't be nervous."

  His touch sent a jolt of electricity pulsing through me. "I'm trying not to be." I flashed him my most dazzling smile, "So. Does this sound possible?"

  "Indeed."

  "When are you available?" I asked.

  "I am free tonight."

  "I was hoping you would say that."

  *

  I was giddy all afternoon as I arranged the details for meeting with Noah. First, I drove over to the hotel and booked two rooms, then went shopping for something new to wear. I wanted something spectacular and naughty and knew just where to find it.

  After choosing my thigh-high, black silk stockings and bra from a local lingerie store, I bought a slinky black dress from a nearby, high-end boutique. I finished the outfit off with some new stilettos, then drove home.

  I packed two overnight bags, one for each of us, and grabbed up our laptops. I left Tate a note on the kitchen counter with simple directions. "Makos Bar. 7pm. Stay seated at the bar. You can watch, but don't be jealous." I also left him a key-card for the hotel next door.

  Once I had everything packed, I headed for the hotel to get dressed. Setting up the video feed between the two laptops was surprisingly easy enough. I left Tate a note on the keyboard, "Giving you what you want, babe. Love you." I kissed the paper, leaving a big red lipstick imprint.