Insatiable (Cuckolded by my Hotwife) Read online

  "I needed to take my mind off of things," he protested.

  "But it didn't work, now did it, because here we are talking about it."

  "I know. You're right. I won't take another sip," he said as he took a sip, "I mean, after that one. That one was the last one, I swear." He sniffled, "What am I going to do?"

  "I trust you. Now listen. I want to tell you something."

  "Go on."

  "It's been a secret I've carried around for a couple of years. I've never told anyone because I have been so ashamed... but, here goes. I cheated on Danny."

  "What? When?"

  "When he was on deployment. I'm not proud of what I did, not at all, but at the time, I was so fucking lonely. He was gone for so long, and there was this other guy there, ready to swoop in."

  "Who was it?"

  "No one you know. And even if you did, I wouldn't tell you."

  "You're god-damned-right you wouldn't tell me,' he said with a hint of a slur. "Because you know I'd punch him in his face!"

  "Exactly. Now shut up and listen, okay?"

  "Okay," he said, chastised.

  "Jade loves you. I know she loves you more than anything. If you caught her with another man, it was because she was lonely and horny. Nothing more."

  "Pffft. You didn't see him."

  "So? What does that matter?"

  "'Cause he has a big, big, big cock. Like, it should be in movies, big."

  "Ah. And you're feeling like you don't measure up?"

  "Yup. I'm a god-damned Ranger in the United States Army."

  "Okay..." she said, her tone confused, "What does that have to do with anything, bro?"

  "Because!" he slammed his hand down onto the table. "Because I can do that. I can do things, Rebecca. No one is better than me there. But at home? How can I compete with that?"

  "Maybe you don't have to."

  "What do you mean?"

  "How far would you go to keep Jade?" she asked.

  "I will do anything. Anything at all. I can't lose her. I love her so god-damned-much. I need her. I just—I don't think I will be able to even breathe if she leaves me."

  "I don't think she wants to leave. If she did, she would have moved out while you were gone. She wants you, Kash."

  "Yeah. But she wants him too."

  "So, let her have him," she said matter-of-factly.

  "What? What the fuck are you saying to me, Rebecca?"

  "She can be your wife, and his girlfriend."

  Kash ran his hand across his face, dumbfounded. "Are you joking?"

  "No. It isn't unheard of, you know. There's a whole lifestyle built around men allowing their wives to take their pleasure wherever they want it."

  "Shit. How do you even know this?"

  "I read, okay?"

  "Fine. Whatever. So, what am I supposed to do while my wife is getting boned by some bull-sized dildo fuck."

  "What did you do today?"

  "I watched," he said, not admitting he actually jerked off.

  "Then there's your answer."

  *

  The following morning he woke up with a raging hangover. His head pounded and he felt sick to his stomach. As he rolled out of bed, he checked the time on his iPhone and realized he had several texts from Jade. He groaned as he read them.

  Jade: (7:45 AM) Hope your flight is on time.

  Jade: (7:48 AM) We have a lot to talk about...

  Jade: (7:49 AM) And honestly, I have missed you.

  He sat up on the edge of the bed and realized he'd have to respond soon, or else she'd go to the airport to pick him up. He sent her a quick text to explain that he caught an earlier flight and gave her the name of the motel and room number.

  After a quick shower, he headed to the motel lobby for a cup of coffee and some bagels from the continental breakfast bar. An elderly couple sat in the corner quietly eating their breakfast.

  "Morning," the old man greeted with a toothy grin.

  "Morning," Kash said in return, giving a polite nod of his head.

  "Looks like there's going to be rain today," the elderly man said.

  Kash looked to the window and nodded. "Yeah." 'What was it with old people and the weather,' he mused to himself.

  "Army Ranger?" the man asked as he admired Kash's military tattoo.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Navy man myself. Retired, of course."

  "Yeah?" Kash said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

  "Served on the USS Kitty Hawk," he said proudly.

  "Thank you for your service," Kash said earnestly. He offered his free hand, "Kash Cameron. It's nice to meet you."

  "Likewise, son. And thank you for your service. You Rangers are some tough sonsabitches." He winked as he shook Kash's hand, his milky eyes twinkling.

  "Abe!" his wife exclaimed from the table. "Language."

  "Sorry, dearest." Abe leaned over and kissed the top of his wife's head. "This is my wife, Rose, she is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

  She blushed.

  Kash's heart melted. That was exactly what he wanted—a lifetime of loving someone and the ability to make her blush, even in their golden years.

  "Care to join us?" Abe offered and motioned to an empty chair at their table.

  "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

  After breakfast, he headed back to his room. Jade waited by the door, arms folded. Her eyes were red, mascara smudged.

  He had mentally played out a hundred scenarios of how he'd feel and what he'd say when he saw her, but her tears had thrown her for a loop.

  "Jade, baby? Why are you crying?"

  "Kash!" she threw her arms around him and buried her head against his neck.

  The warmth of her breath against his skin sent chills down his spine. He took a deep breath, inhaling the citrus fragrance of her shampoo.

  "Just because," she whispered in between sniffles, "I've missed you."

  His stomach tumbled and his emotions were all over the place. "I've missed you too." He kissed the top of her head, then pulled back so that he could tilt her chin up. His mouth slanted over hers and he kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of his love into that one single kiss.

  Breathless, he pulled away and just stared at her, drinking in her beauty.

  "Can we go inside?" she asked as she curled her fingers around his.

  "Yeah. One second." He pulled his motel keycard from his wallet and opened the door, then led her in.

  "Why did you get a room?" she asked as she glanced around, her eyes widening at the half-empty bottles of booze on the table. "Wait... how long have you been here? I assumed that you checked in this morning so that we could have some privacy. I'm sure our family will be dropping by later and..." her voice trailed off.

  Kash tilted his head and glanced away, unable to look her in the eye as he answered. "Since yesterday."

  "You were home yesterday? Omigod! Why didn't you let me know? Why didn't you come home?"

  His heart hammered against his ribcage. "I did."

  "You came home? But when? Why didn't you text me? What time? I must have been out shopping. I bought steaks and baked potatoes, thinking that we could grill out. I know it is your favorite," she rambled, her words a bit too fast.

  He turned to face her. "You were home," he said in a whisper saturated with emotion—"I thought I would surprise you by coming home a day early. I wanted time for just the two of us to talk."

  Her wide blue eyes clouded with misery as big fat tears fell down her cheeks. "So, you know," she stated in a broken voice.

  "Yes. I know."

  She dropped her head into her hands and burst into tears, sobbing. "Kash. I'm so sorry. You'll never know how truly sorry I am."

  His first instinct was to pull her into his arms, to offer her comfort despite his own misery. "Shhh. It's okay. Everything will be alright." His arms slid around her shoulders and he hugged her to him.

  "How can you say that?" she asked, her voice muffled against his shirt.


  "Because I love you. I love you so much it hurts, Jade. I don't want to lose you, but I know that I will. It kills me to know that I'll never satisfy you like he does. Anyhow, I deserve it, after what happened."

  "You didn't deserve it, Kash. And honestly, you've always satisfied me..."

  "What? No! Don't say that, Jade. Don't lie to my face, please. You owe me the truth—at least give me that much."

  She pulled away from him and wearily slumped down onto the edge of the bed. "I'll tell you everything."

  He nodded as he sat down beside her. "I can take it. Just tell me."

  "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know that is a cliché, but it is the truth. Please know that. It started a couple of months ago when you were stationed in Korengal Valley. I know your job is always dangerous, but hearing you were stationed there unsettled me more than any other place. Jennifer's brother was killed there seven months ago and I had that in the back of my head and couldn't shake the feeling that you were going to die."

  He took her hand into his as she talked, rubbing his thumb gently against her palm. "I know it is stressful for you," he admitted softly.

  "I was a wreck. Crying all the time. I couldn't sleep. I'd have these nightmares and—it was just awful, okay? But I know that doesn't excuse what I've done. I know that." She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, then continued, "I met Tyrese in front of our house actually, at the mailbox. There was a letter from the Army, and even though I knew it wasn't a death notice or anything, something inside of me snapped. I couldn't help but think about how soldier's wives used to get those telegrams in the old days, and that just caused me to burst into tears. Tyrese was jogging by—he lives a couple of streets over—and he saw me and came up to ask if I was okay. I couldn't even answer him, I was crying so hard. He helped me inside and made me a cup of tea and stayed with me until I calmed down. After that, he started dropping by daily to check up on me."

  Kash nodded, but kept quiet, allowing her to tell him at her own pace.

  "So, one evening he dropped by and I'd a few drinks. I was just so tired and lonely and... one thing lead to another."

  "Do you love him?" Kash asked in the softest of whispers.

  "No. I like him a lot. He has been very kind to me while you've been gone. But I've always loved you, Kash. Only you."

  The image of the two of them together flashed through his mind lightning fast. A cocktail of emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but he forced them down and stared at his beautiful wife. He knew that he deserved it, that even if she didn't mean to sleep with Tyrese for revenge, he still deserved it. "You're so beautiful. I don't think I tell you that enough."

  She swiped her hand across her cheek, brushing away errant tears. "Kash. I'm so, so sorry. Please, can you ever forgive me?"

  "Of course. I'd do anything for you."

  She hiccupped as fresh new tears slid down her face and dripped from her chin. "But how? How are you handling this so well? You fucked up once, and you were drunk. I should have forgiven you then. I shouldn't have asked you to leave."

  He cupped her face in both of his hands and kissed her gently on the lips, then kissed away her tears. "Because I love you, remember? Because I saw you with him, and yes, yesterday, I wanted to murder him. I was so fucking jealous and hurt. I thought you were going to divorce me."

  "No! I don't want to lose you either!"

  "Then we stay together."

  She nodded, "And I will never see Tyrese again. I promise. I swear it on my life."

  He licked her lips, "You don't have to stop."

  She tensed, "Wait. What?"

  Kash lowered his hand and rubbed it across her breast on the outside of her shirt. "I watched you with him. I was there, hiding in the closet, and I saw everything. The look on your face—it was incredible. I know that I will never be able to fuck you like he can."

  "Kash! You can't be serious! You are a wonderful lover! I swear it!"

  "Maybe. But I can't compete with him." Kash slipped his hand beneath her shirt and unclasped her bra. "My cock isn't as big, and I've never made you scream like that."

  "That doesn't matter to me."

  He kissed along her neck, "You've been fucking him for months. There is no way I can satisfy you now. And I don't even care, as long as I can be with you too."

  "You actually want me to see him again?"

  He lifted her shirt up over her head. "Can you honestly tell me that you'll never think about him again? That you'll never crave his big black cock?"

  Jade stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before whispering, "No. I can't say that for a fact. I can't know the future, and I don't want to lie to you."

  "Then don't. Fuck him. Suck his dick and fuck his brains out every god-damned-day if you want. Just don't leave me." He felt pathetic saying the words, for begging her to stay with him, but he couldn't help it. Maybe he was pathetic. Regardless, he deserved it.

  "No."

  "Yes," he said as he slipped his hand beneath her skirt. Her legs parted automatically, and he rubbed his fingers against her panties. "You looked so beautiful when he was fucking you yesterday."

  "Kash, no. This isn't right," she said with hesitation.

  "Why?" He tugged her lacy panties to the side and eased his finger between her pussy lips. She was wet, slick, and oh-so warm. "It may not be conventional, but it can be right for us. I want you happy and satisfied. And, if it takes another man to do the job, so be it."

  She whimpered a soft little sound in the back of her throat. "You can't be okay with this."

  "I can. I watched you yesterday. I can do it again." He pushed two fingers against her slicked entrance and slid them inside. "I can watch him lick your pussy and I can watch him shove that enormous fucking, black dick into your hot little cunt," he said with low, gravelly voice.

  Her lashes fluttered and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, "But Kash..." her voice trailed off as he clamped his mouth onto hers while finger-fucking her juicy, warm pussy. He pushed her back onto the mattress.

  She moaned into his mouth as their tongue's fought for dominance. He slid on top of her and pushed her hands above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand while the other yanked her panties, easily breaking the flimsy material and pulling it off. Her legs parted and he settled himself between her creamy thighs after unzipping his pants and tugging his jeans and boxers down.

  "Tell me you want to fuck him."

  "No," she said defiantly, her blue eyes smoldering with heat.

  "Say it," he said as he ground himself against her, his erection steel-hard against her slick wet folds. "Say you want his dick in your pussy right now."

  "No!"

  "Liar," he said as he licked her chin and lips. "You love his big, black cock. You love having some black man stretching out your sweet pussy." He lowered his head and dragged his tongue along her collarbone. "Say it."

  "No. Please, just fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me."

  "I will," he said as he rocked his hips, rubbing the tip of his erection between her pussy lips. "I will give you what you want once you admit it."

  She moaned as she rolled her head to the side, "Fine, whatever! I love his big, black cock!"

  Kash thrust into her pussy with force while groaning. He pushed himself balls-deep into her cunt and savored the feeling of her pussy walls hugging his cock. "Fuck," he whispered against the side of her neck. "You feel so goddamned good. Tell me how he fucks you."

  "Hard and deep," she breathed out the words in a sensual tone.

  "Oh, god," he moaned as he pulled himself out of her pussy and thrust back into her again. "And you like sucking his cock?"

  "Yes," her admission was soft.

  "Why?"

  "Because it is so big, and I like making him feel good. I like making him feel as good as he makes me feel."

  "Is his cock bigger than mine?" He knew it was, but he wanted—needed to hear her say the words.

  "Yes," she wh
ispered. "So much bigger."

  Kash groaned with pleasure as he pistoned his cock in and out of her velvety channel. "Tell me what you did with him in the shower."

  "We soaped each other up, our hands running over one another's bodies. We kissed and touched each other, and then he knelt on the shower floor in front of me and licked my pussy. He says he loves to taste me, that he can't get enough of it." Her voice was low and sensual.

  Kash squeezed her breast, then flicked his tongue across the rosy-tipped bud, swirling it around before asking, "Did you cum again with him in the shower?"

  "Yes," she said matter-of-factly. "He always makes me cum."

  "What is the most you've cum with him?" he asked in a gravelly voice.

  "Seven times."

  'Fucking hell', he thought. There was no way he could ever beat that—not that it was a competition. He knew that Tyrese won, hands down. There was no way he could ever be better than him. "Did he fuck you in the shower?"

  "Yes. Against the wall," she said quickly, gasping as she rocked her hips beneath him.

  "Doggy style?"

  "No. He held me against the walls facing him."

  Kash groaned as he quickened the pace, his thrusts powerful and deep. "I want you to fuck him again. I want you to get your hot pussy filled up with his cum while you suck me off. Will you do that for me?"

  "Yes," she breathed out the word in between sweet little moans. "I will fuck him tonight if you want!"

  He buried his head into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent as he pounded her pussy. "I'm going to cum," his voice was gravelly. "I'm going to cum in your pussy. Cum with me."

  The tempo of their combined moaning and groaning increased as he shoved his cock into her at a relentless pace. "Oh fuck!" he groaned as he shot his load deep into her pussy, spreading his warmth into her womb.

  Jade shuddered beneath him, her body trembling as her back arched. She moaned a long, drawn out sound as she came beneath him.

  "I love you," he said as he kissed her lightly on the lips, still semi-hard inside of her.

  "I love you too, Kash. And you'll never know how sorry I am."

  "Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just happy that you're happy, and you're not leaving me. I don't deserve you."