Coveted (Cuckolded by my Curvy Hotwife) Page 3

  With trembling fingers, I rolled the cotton fabric down my thighs. Kaine lifted my skirt and snapped a few pictures, then emailed them to my husband.

  I was sweaty and blushing and suddenly embarrassed.

  "You're adorable when you blush," he said as he leaned in, closing the distance between us. His lips brushed against my mine, "Say you'll meet me tonight. I want to take my time with you."

  "Okay," I whispered, just before he slid his tongue into my mouth and kissed me until I was breathless.

  *

  The day seemed surreal, as if I were a host in someone else's body. I finished off my shift and headed home in a dreamy daze. Even being at home was different. Gregory had made dinner by himself—without even being asked, had cleaned up after the twins, and had gotten them down for the night. He was suddenly the husband I had always wanted him to be.

  "What are you going to wear?" he asked as he came up behind me in the bedroom.

  I stared blankly at my closet. "No idea." What does one wear on a date with someone other than their husband?

  "How about this?" he offered as he pulled out one of my little black dresses that clung to my body in all the right places. "And, you'll need some sexy underwear." Gregory rummaged through my lingerie and pulled out a satin black garter belt with sheer black stockings and a matching bra. "Oh, and wear the pearls."

  "Are you sure about this?" I asked hesitantly.

  "Yes. It looks stunning on you."

  "I don't mean the clothes. I mean... all of it. I had sex with your cousin today. Don't you feel... anything?" I asked with hesitation.

  "I feel many things. Am I jealous? Hell yeah. But I'm also turned on by the idea of it, of knowing that you had a big fat cock satisfying you today. I am also confident in our relationship—I mean, I know you love me. Hell, you'd have to be in love with me to put up with my ass. I know that I haven't been the greatest of husbands, but that is all going to change. You do so much for me, and you're going out of your way to satisfy a sexual craving of mine? That right there tells me that you love me as much as I love you."

  I brushed my lips against his. "I do love you."

  "I just want you to get all that you can, and feel all that you can. I want you to feel so good tonight. Enjoy yourself, please."

  "If it was anything like earlier, I am sure that I will."

  Though I should have been exhausted by the time I made it to the hotel to meet Kaine, I felt like I had more energy than I had in years. Exhilarated, I rode the elevator up to the penthouse and tried not to grin as I remembered how he fucked me earlier in one.

  He met me in the lobby and led me to a balcony that overlooked the resort. "Wine?" he offered, swaying his hand towards a chilled bottle and two glasses.

  "My favorite. How did you guess?" I asked, charmed by his manners.

  "I didn't. I do my homework," he smirked.

  "Ah, of course." I took the offered wine glass and sipped. "I know that I shouldn't be nervous since we've technically already had sex... but, I am," I admitted softly.

  He took a long drink from his glass before replying, "You have no reason to be nervous with me. If I make you uncomfortable in any way, you tell me and we will stop. This is about your pleasure."

  I nodded and smiled timidly.

  After I finished my glass, he pulled it from my hand and sat it on the table. "Shall we head inside?"

  "I think so."

  "You're still nervous. Let's see if I can relax you." Kaine curled his fingers around mine and pulled me over to his bed. I couldn't help but wonder how many other conquests he had made on those black satin sheets. "Gregory will be watching. He can see and hear everything we do," he said as he pointed out security cameras in the corners of the room. "I gave him the access code."

  I flicked my gaze up to the camera and smiled, "Perfect."

  "I've been dying to taste you since this morning," he said as he settled me down on the edge of the bed. "I bet you taste as delicious as you felt around my cock." His voice was husky and deep and oh-so-sexy. Kaine kneeled in front of me and kissed the tips of my fingers, licked the inside of my palm, then swiped his tongue across my wrist.

  "This morning was... intense." I stroked my fingers across his cheek, marveling at the smoothness of his skin.

  "I shouldn't have rushed you, but I couldn't help myself. I've wanted you for so long." He placed his hands on my knees and parted my legs. His long fingers stroked up my thighs, pausing at the band of my stockings.

  "I don't know why. You can have any girl you want."

  "I don't want a girl. I want a real woman," he responded as he unclasped my stockings from the garter belt. Ever so slowly, he rolled the delicate fabric down my legs. "A soft woman with curves in all the right places." He placed a kiss against each of my inner thighs.

  My pussy quivered in anticipation as he slowly kissed a path up my leg. His tongue was warm and wet as he neared my sex. Tentatively I placed my hand against his shoulder. "My heart is racing," I whispered as I watched him lick his lips.

  "So is mine," he said just before darting out his tongue and lapping at my slit.

  Hot chills raced up my spine and my breath caught. My pulse quickened as I felt his tongue sliding between my pink, damp folds. He grazed his teeth along my tender flesh, nibbling and sucking, licking and tasting.

  I couldn't help but compare him to Gregory in that moment. My husband never took his time to please me when it came to oral sex—if he ever even bothered with it. But Kaine, he was a master at pleasing a woman with his lips and tongue. My pussy was quivering from each artful swipe of his tongue.

  "Oh..." I cooed sensually. "You're amazing. Don't stop doing that. Please, don't ever stop licking my pussy!" I begged.

  "I'd stay here forever if you'd let me," he said as he wiggled his tongue, lapping at my most intimate parts.

  "Oh, I'll let you," I said in a soft, sensual voice. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and I held onto him tightly as he licked me.

  "Tell me how good it feels."

  "Like heaven," I cooed.

  "Better than Gregory makes you feel?" he asked cockily in between long licks along my inner labia.

  I had realized the night before that my husband wanted to be cuckolded, and though I didn't know much about it, I had an idea of what he wanted to see and hear, based on the things he said to me when telling me about Kaine. "Yes. You are amazing and make me feel so much better than Gregory ever has." I looked at the camera with a smug grin.

  "Damn straight." He delved his tongue between my slick folds and licked me from top to bottom, then pushed his tongue at my entrance while fingering my clit.

  My muscles in my stomach tightened as I held off my orgasm. It was much too soon to cum. "Wait. Stop," I begged as I pushed his head back.

  He stared so intently at me with those amazing blue Viking eyes that I thought I'd melt underneath his gaze. "I thought we were going for forever."

  "I don't want to cum so fast," I said breathily.

  He rubbed his hands along my legs, "I'm not a one shot deal, Mila. I plan on making you cum so many times that you pass out."

  I flicked my eyes to the security camera, "I'm not used to that."

  "I know," he said simply. "Gregory has neglected you. Probably because he has a smaller dick than mine."

  I laughed a little too loudly, figuring it was part of the humiliation game. "He does. It is so small. I can barely ever feel it." Which was sort of true, I couldn't feel it because we barely had sex anymore—he was usually too intoxicated.

  "I bet you can feel this," he said as he grazed his hand over his crotch.

  "Mmm, you were so good in the elevator. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

  "Same. You have no idea how many ways I want to fuck you, Mila."

  "Yeah? Come fuck me with that big, black cock," I said as I finished shedding my clothes.

  He watched in rapt attention, his heated gaze sliding down my body oh-so-slowly as
he licked his lips.

  I grazed my fingers across my pussy lips, "I thought about you last night while Gregory was drunk and passed out. I used a vibrator and pretended it was you fucking me."

  "Damn. I wish I would have been there to give you the real thing."

  "That vibrator is no comparison to how you felt in the elevator." I pushed my fingers into my cunt and finger-fucked myself as Kaine got to his feet and undressed.

  "You call me any time that small dicked husband of yours isn't up to fucking you." He crawled onto the mattress and pushed me back until my head was resting against a pillow.

  "I'll remember that," I said just before our mouths collided. Our kiss was hot, fiery, and so intense that I forgot that my husband was watching—that I had mostly started this evening out for his benefit. It was becoming all too clear that I was here solely because I wanted to be, because I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard by my husband's cousin. It was so primal and instinctual—I wanted his big fat black cock.

  Kaine's body felt magnificent rubbing against mine, every muscle rippling beneath my touch as I ran my hands along his arms. I broke the kiss and begged breathlessly, "Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. I can't wait."

  He rubbed his erection against my glistening wet folds, teasing me as he flicked his tongue over my chin, my throat, and then my breast. "So impatient."

  "I can't help it! I want your cock so badly!"

  "Mmm, I like the sound of that." He thrust into me suddenly and stole my breath away. "I would never deny you anything."

  My inner muscles tightened around his thickness as he stroked out of me. "Please," I moaned mindlessly. "Don't stop."

  "Never," he said as he thrust into me deeply, then started a slow rhythm of easing his cock in and out.

  Our fingers entwined as he held my hands above my head. Our bodies slid against one another's so effortlessly, so perfectly.

  Kaine dipped his head down to my breast and ran his tongue across my tender nipple. He twirled the tip around my hard little nub, getting it super wet before sucking it into his mouth.

  I felt as if I were dissolving into a pool of bliss. It was mind-blowing and unreal. I had never felt so filled and so satisfied. "Kaine..."

  "I know," he said as he pounded me, thrusting into me at a maddening pace. "Me too."

  I loved how he instinctively knew I was on the cusp of orgasm, and that my own orgasm would bring his. It was easy enough to let go in that moment, to fall over the edge of nirvana. My orgasm rippled through me like electricity simmering across metal, sparkling hot white rivulets through my bloodstream. I moaned loudly as my body arched, my fingers tightened around his. I shuddered. Trembled. Fell apart, piece by delicious piece.

  And then he came. His orgasm was powerful, filling me deeply as he thrust into my hot, wet cunt. I could feel the warmth of his seed spreading within me. His breath was warm against my lips as he moaned.

  "Kaine... oh my god." I ran my hands across his back, enjoying the feel of his smooth, toned skin beneath my fingers. "I'm floating."

  "Mila, you're better than I have ever imagined. And trust me, I've imagined you quite a bit," he admitted just before gently kissing the tip of my nose.

  "What happens now?" I asked, still feeling breathless as I felt him pull out of me.

  "You spend the night, that is what. You stay here with me because we are just getting started. Trust me, your husband won't mind." He kissed my chin, then my lips. "Maybe I'll let you go home in the morning. Maybe," he teased.

  A whole night of being fucked by Kaine's big black cock? I sighed a sound of utter satisfaction as I thought about all of the positions we had yet to try. "Mmm, sounds like heaven."

  "Or, perhaps I'll let Gregory come here in the morning and clean you up. Would you like that?"

  "More than anything."

  He pressed his mouth against my tit and flicked it across my nipple, "I always knew you were my kind of girl."

  *

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  An excerpt from Temptation, Part One Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  I could see my reflection from the mirror across the room, and I couldn't help but marvel at how calm I looked. Seductive, even. I wondered if Tate knew how nervous I really was, if he knew how my stomach felt fluttery and how weak-kneed I felt in that moment. And then I tried to imagine him there, watching me, knowing that another man was about to take me. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a one-time thing or the beginning of a new lifestyle. Would this satisfy Tate's curiosity? Or, would he want more? Would I?

  A thousand things tumbled through my mind as Noah moved in closer to me and kissed my neck, his tongue warm and wet as it slithered down to my collar bone. I moaned from the wicked sensations. "Take off your dress," he commanded as he stepped away, giving me space.

  Making sure that Tate would have a nice view, I twisted my body towards the camera and slowly peeled the expensive fabric from my body. I pulled it up over my head then threw it onto a chair nearby. Though my first instinct was to cross my arms and cover myself, I thought better of it, and struck an alluring post. I didn't want Tate to think I was having second thoughts.

  "You are so fucking hot, Nina," Noah's voice was low and sexy. "It is too bad that your dick-less husband doesn't know how to please you," Noah came up behind me and tugged my bra off, then cupped my breasts between his large hands. He toyed with my nipples, pinching them until they were hard as pebbles, "But I do."

  With a moan, I rested the back of my head against his chest. He stimulated my sensitive nipple with one hand, while the other leisurely slid down my stomach. His fingers grazed over the top of my garter belt.

  I flicked my gaze to the mirror and watched as Noah lifted the weight of my breast into his hand, cupping it while he flicked his thumb across my tight nipple. It was an erotic sight and I almost felt as if I were watching another couple. Surely, this couldn't be really happening.

  Noah parted my legs with his knee from behind, then slid his fingers into my warm, wet pussy, "Tell him. Tell him whose cock you want right now."

  "Yours," I uttered the word breathlessly as my body trembled.

  "Louder," He commanded as he rolled the pad of his thumb across my clit. Hot chills rippled through me and I felt like I was about to pass out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

  "Yours!" I said the word louder. Obediently.

  "And why do you want my cock?" he asked as he made sure Tate had a perfect view of his thick, black fingers impaling my pussy.

  Why? Again, my thoughts were fragmented as I tried to focus. Why did I want him? Because of the show we were putting on for Tate? Because Tate wanted this for me? Because I wanted it for myself?

  'Because my husband wants to be humiliated,' I thought. "Because..." I hesitated as I realized the truth. I knew that Tate started this, but I really did crave Noah sexually, and couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be fucked senseless by Noah, whether or not my husband was watching. I didn't care. In that moment, I just wanted Noah to take me as hard as possible.

  "Tell me," he said loudly, then whispered, "Tell him what he wants to hear."

  "Because it is so big and black, much bigger than my husbands." I said.

  An excerpt from Temptation Part Two, Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  "I'm going to suck his cock," I said in a gravelly, low voice, just before licking my lips.

  "Yeah?" His thrusts were harder.

  "Mmhmm. And then I'm going to sit on it. I'm going to ride him like an animal. Like a big black bull."

  Tate grazed his teeth against my neck, "Oh, god."

  "His big, black cock is going to be so deep in my pussy, deeper than you've ever been," I said as I ground my hips, forcing his cock to impale me deeper.

  "You love his big cock huh?"

  "Uh huh. He makes me feel so fucking good."

  Tate slid his hand up
my torso and grabbed my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, twirling the tip of his tongue around my protruding bud. "Better than me?"

  I closed my eyes and imagined Noah. His big, beautiful, dark cock pounding into my pussy, his hands traveling over my skin. It was Noah that I craved in that moment. I wanted Noah's fingers, lips, and cock pleasuring me from top to bottom.

  "You're thinking about him..." He shoved his dick deeper into me, thrusting with all of his might.

  "Yes..."

  "Are you going to let him cum inside of you?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, fuck!" Tate slammed into me and moaned a long, drawn out sound. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me. "Oh, babe, you are so fucking amazing."

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one (F/M/M menage) (Sex during a zombie apocalypse)

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.