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  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 t
o 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.

  I took my time getting ready, soaking in a luxurious bubble bath as I shaved all of the important parts. My pussy was already tingling and it took every ounce of my self-control not to slip a fingertip across my clit and come. But, I wanted to wait, and save it for Noah.

  I rubbed myself down with lotion, then put on the garters, stockings, and bra. I did my makeup, then loosely curled my hair. After checking the time, I poured myself a glass of champagne and waited to put on my new dress.

  My phone chimed with a text from Noah. "On my way. Be there in twenty. Still up for this?"

  "Yup!" I texted back, hoping that my nervousness would ease by the time I made it to the bar. I finished my champagne and filled another glass, drinking it quickly as I pulled on my new dress and shoes.

  "Okay, Nina Alancourt. It's show time!" I said to my reflection in the mirror, trying to give myself a pep talk as I spritzed my neck and wrists with perfume, "You got this."

  *

  I entered the swanky bar and slanted my dark gaze across the room, searching for Noah. I saw Tate at the bar, and our eyes met. He immediately stood up and shook my head no as I held up my hand, motioning for him to stay. He quirked a brow but then sat back onto the barstool.

  Across the room, I found Noah sitting at a table in the corner. He flashed that charming, perfect smile at me as he stood and took my hand. "I was hoping you wouldn't back out." He lightly kissed my knuckles, then leaned in to place a kiss at the corner of my mouth. "Is he here?" Noah whispered.

  "Yes. At the bar."

  "Perfect."

  He entwined his arms around me and pulled me in close. His hands roamed my back as his mouth pressed against my lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me until I was breathless. After he broke the kiss, he smirked, then pulled a chair back for me, "Shall we sit?"

  My heart thumped wildly in my chest. I had been with Tate for so long, I almost forgot what it was like to kiss another man. I slid down into the offered seat, then he joined me at the table.

  "You look amazing, by the way," Noah reached for my hands.

  I curled my fingers around his, "Mmm. Thank you. But. You have to say that, I think, since I'm paying you."

  He gave a wolfish grin, "You're paying me for what happens next door. Not for compliments. Those are free, and true, by the by. You are simply stunning. I have to admit something. I've been thinking about you all day."

  I blushed at his compliment. Like any other female, I was a sucker for them. "Should we order something to drink?" I asked, hating how nervous my voice sounded.

  "I hope you don't mind, but I've already taken the liberty. They should be here any second," He reached for my hand and curled his fingers around mine. "And stop being nervous!" He wiggled my hand playfully.

  "I'm not!"

  "You are," he said with a hint of mirth in his voice.

  I enjoyed how easy conversation was with him, and how he went out of his way to make me feel comfortable. "Fine."

  "Let me see if I can relax you," he said as he slipped a hand beneath the table and rested it on my knee, just beneath my dress. He began to rub his fingers over my stocking, playing with the tiny little bow at the top of it.

  I sucked in my breath, not expecting him to take action so soon. My gaze drifted to the bar and I noticed that Tate was there, watching us intently. I gave him a smile, then deliberately forced my attention to Noah. "That feels good," I whispered to him.

  "Part your legs," he said in a commanding voice.

  Surprised by his tone, I immediately pulled my knees apart. My breath caught in the back of my throat when I felt his hand roaming up my inner thigh. I locked my gaze with his as I felt his fingers there, pushing between my folds.

  "No panties?" he said with a hint of approval.

  I shook my head no, unable to trust myself to speak. My heart was racing, and my skin flushed from head to toe. I gasped from the wicked pleasure of having another man touch me so intimately. In public!

  "Pick up your phone."

  I pulled my iPhone from my purse as commanded.

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p; "Text him. Tell him that you're getting fingered by another man. A black man."

  My eyes widened, but I wasn't about to tell him no. I nodded, then sent the text to Tate, word for word.

  Noah smirked as he moved closer to me. His lips grazed along my neck and licked just below my ear, "Tell him that no man has ever touched you so good." He slid two fingers deep into my pussy while stimulating my clit with his thumb, "And tell him that I am going to make you come all over my fingers."

  I clamped my teeth down onto my bottom lip as I concentrated on the phone, trying my best not to moan out loud as I sent Tate the second text. Noah feasted on my neck, nibbling and grazing his teeth against my sensitive skin. It sent hot chills down my spine. My pussy was slick with my juices, soaking his fingers. I couldn't help but to undulate my hips, moving my body against his probing fingers. It felt incredibly delicious and utterly scandalous. I thought I would have been shy or reluctant but in that moment, I didn't care about anything or anyone who might have been watching us- Tate or anyone else in the bar. I didn't want Noah to stop.

  "You like that, hmmm?" He cooed against my ear, flicking the tip of his tongue against my earlobe, "You like having another man touching your hot pussy while your husband watches?"

  "Yes." My voice was raspy.

  "You might have started this for him, but I really think it's going to be about you. About you getting off with my fingers, my tongue, and my big, black cock."

  The room blurred as I tilted my head back. My breath was fast and jagged as I felt my body being overwhelmed by pleasure. Every pore hummed with pulsing, hot ecstasy as he slid his black digits into my depths. I glanced down and pulled my dress up a bit to see. I wanted to watch his fingers thrusting into me, slick with my juices.

  "Oh...fuck," I breathed out the words. "I'm going to-"

  Before I could finish the sentence, Noah clamped his mouth over mine and shoved his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth as I had the most incredible orgasm of my life.

  Noah pulled his fingers away and licked them seductively, "You taste amazing."

  My cheeks scorched with embarrassed heat. As my racing heart started to calm, I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "I can't believe that just happened."