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  Naomi pulled out of me and quickly shed her strapon. "My turn!" she said eagerly as she climbed around me. She straddled Deacon while I stretched out beside him.

  His big black hands wrapped around her slender hips and guided her onto his cock. I was more than awed at his stamina. He was a sexual beast, and I had no idea how he managed to rebound so quickly.

  "I want to fuck that sweet little pussy," he said as he ran the tip of his finger along her folds, teasing her as she rubbed herself against his dark erection.

  "Mmm. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard with that big black cock!" she exclaimed as she positioned herself over the tip, then slid down onto his inches. "Oh! It feels so good!" she said with a whimper. "So, so good!"

  I stretched a hand out and toyed with her nipples as she bounced on Deacon's cock. It was mesmerizing, watching his enormous dick piercing her tiny little entrance.

  Sweat rolled down her torso and I trailed my finger through the watery path. Her muscles undulated beneath my touch from her constant bouncing. She was riding him hot and hard, taking as much pleasure as she could. It was an intoxicating sight.

  A montage of her riding me in the past played through my mind, and I couldn't remember her ever being this into it. It was like Deacon's cock was a drug and she a junkie who couldn't get enough of it.

  I should have been jealous, and a part of me was, but I pushed that emotion down. I would deal with it later. For now, all I wanted was for her to have as much pleasure as possible. "You're so beautiful with his cock inside of you," I admitted earnestly.

  Naomi gasped as her pleasure radiated throughout her body from head to toe. She glowed from the rapturous feelings he was no doubt causing.

  I lapped at her pert nipple as she bounced, trying to add to her pleasure in any way that I could, though I doubt she was even aware of my efforts. In that moment, I could tell that all she cared about was Deacon's enormous cock stuffing her tight little cunt.

  "Cum with me," Deacon commanded as he reached for her other nipple and gave it a sharp tug. "Cum on my dick now."

  Her breath caught in the back of her throat. A look of sublime pleasure washed across her face. Her back arched as she shuddered, and I knew that she was in the middle of an intense orgasm. I wondered if I had ever been able to make her cum so hard, so perfectly, and I knew the answer immediately. It just wasn't possible for me to make her feel like he could.

  Deacon held onto her hips and thrust deeply into her, unloading deep into her pussy, filling her womb with his manly essence.

  Breathing heavily, Naomi climbed off of Deacon and settled down between us on the mattress, "So, how do you like my puppy?" she grinned to Deacon.

  "He is going to need a lot of training, but he will do..." He gave me a suggestive wink.

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  So Rich, So Pretty

  Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  Natasha Hunter

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  Big Jim Prescott sat at his desk and idly flipped through the security camera feeds scattered throughout his car dealership, searching for his wife. He found her in Parking Lot C, flirting with Zack, one of the younger salesmen he'd hired on recently.

  He knew that any other man would be jealous of their hot, young, blonde wife madly flirting with younger, more attractive men, but he knew in his heart that Candi wouldn't cheat. She was loyal to a fault—though she would flirt her tight little ass off without a care in the world, even right in front of him! But, that was what he loved most about his sexy little wife: she was feisty, outrageous, and hotter than a habanero pepper.

  His thoughts drifted back to when they first met several years ago. Candi came in to apply for an assistant job at his dealership. Within a week of hiring her, she was on her knees under his desk giving him the most incredulous blowjob he'd ever had. She really knew how to suck cock and acted like his cock was the most delicious one she'd ever gobbled on.

  Jim felt a tightening in his groin as he remembered how she'd prance into his office in the most inappropriate little flouncy skirts and settle down on his lap all innocently—at least she pretended to be innocent with those big blue eyes bewitching him, all the while wearing no panties. That was his favorite of her games. She would wiggle her hot little ass against his lap while talking business, pretending that she wasn't giving him a massive hard-on. He would rest his hand against her thigh and stroke her tender flesh oh-so-gently until he had his fingers slipping between her pussy lips, fondling her sweetness until she trembled in his lap.

  He loved to make her cum. He loved her sweet little moans and gasps as he fingered her tight hole. Sometimes she'd come into his office and sit on his desk in front of him and spread her legs. Of course, she'd have nothing on beneath her skirt. He would waste no time burying his head between her creamy white thighs. He loved to lick her, loved to feel her silky wet juice as she flooded his chin, his lips—it was intoxicating, the knowledge that he was the one giving her an orgasm.

  He married her within two months, much to the disgust of his family. They called her names like 'gold-digger,' and 'slut', but he knew better. He wasn't a foolish man, no sir. Big Jim Preston didn't acquire his fortune by being naive or stupid. He built his dealership from the ground up and invested his money wisely. He wasn't about to throw it all away on some two-dollar-whore, no sir. She was the real deal and he was the luckiest man in the world.

  Candi made him happier than he had ever been. Granted, he had no idea what she saw in him besides his money. His hair was salt and peppered and thinning. He wasn't overly tall, carried too much weight around his midsection despite his best efforts, and wasn't the prettiest cow in the barn. Yet, she claimed to love him with all of her heart. And no, he didn't take her at her word in the beginning. He had her background checked out, and had hired several private investigators to watch her around the clock when they first got together. Though many men had come on to her, she'd turn them all down. After finding that out, he bought her the biggest, most vulgar diamond ring he could afford and took her to Vegas for a quickie wedding—he wasn't about to let her change her mind after she said yes!

  It was love on both sides, however crazy it might have looked to everyone else. But, he didn't care, he wouldn't give up Candi for anything in the world. It didn't matter to him if others couldn't understand their love, it wasn't anyone else's business anyhow.

  "Mister Harrison is on line two," chimed his new assistant over the intercom, breaking him out of his reverie.

  "Thanks, put him through."

  Big Jim collected his thoughts and got his game face on as he mentally went over the latest reports on the land he wanted to purchase for a new car lot. David Harrison owned the property on Juniper Street that he wanted to buy, and thankfully enough, Harrison had been a friend for many years. He expected the deal to go down without a hitch.

  "Jimmy, I hear you're angling to buy some land," Harrison said over the phone.

  "If the price is right," Jim replied as he lit his cigar. He wasn't about to seem over anxious to make the purchase, else Harrison would jack the price up. Friends or no, business was business after all.

  "About that. Slim Paxon has sent word he is interested in the property."

  Jim rolled his eyes. "He would. The boy has been nipping at my heels for years." Paxon was his number one competitor in the tri-state area and often went out of his way to make life difficult. It was as if the kid had a personal vendetta gainst him—even his car lot name was a mockery! "Don't be too hasty, now. We've been friends for a long time. How about this. Come over for dinner tonight and we can work something out."

/>   "Yeah, I can do that. What time?" Harrison asked.

  "Seven should be good. I'll see you then," Jim said before hanging up the phone. His eyes drifted back to the video monitors to watch Candi and Zack.

  *

  "What do you think?" Candi asked as she spun around in front of her walk-in closet, showing off her new black dress. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, showing off her curves.

  "Mighty sexy," Big Jim said appreciatively as he skimmed his light brown eyes down the length of her.

  "But not too sexy, I hope?" she said, trying to find something that looked pretty enough for Jim without being vulgar. Though she loved to play dress up for her husband and would dress like a little whore in the bedroom, she took great care to dress with dignity when he entertained. She wanted to be taken seriously, having long tired of hearing whispers behind her back that she was a cheap, trailer-park slut after Big Jim's money.

  Granted, she wasn't going to lie and say his money didn't matter. She grew up dirt poor and had no desire to return to her roots. Her mama died because she couldn't afford the medicine the doctor prescribed. Since those dark days, Candi made a vow to herself that she'd never be without.

  She appreciated how hard Jim worked, and how generous he'd been to her since they'd been together. She loved how safe she felt with him, so yes, it mattered, but it wasn't the only reason that she loved him. Big Jim had a heart of gold and was so kind and tender to her that she couldn't help but love him. He understood her and knew that she was playful and flirty without crossing a line, that she'd never hurt him and would always have his back. They could count on each other—that was important to her. Security was the most important thing.

  Other people said she had daddy issues since Big Jim was old enough to be her father—but she thought that was dumber than a box of hammers because she never even knew her father. So, how could there be issues when she couldn't even compare him to a man she'd never even met?

  "Sweetpea, the dress looks great. And anyhow, I wouldn't care if you flirted with him a little bit."

  Her perfectly waxed brow arched, "What? Why is that?"

  "Because I really want that land. I'm not about to let that pimply-faced Paxon end up with it, so if David Harrison wants to get a look at your pretty young body, then I'm okay with that!"

  "Don't work yourself up, Jim. I'm sure Harrison will sell it to you. You're old friends, right? However, if you want me to charm him, then I'll do my best—but only because you asked me to." Candi pressed her lips to his forehead and left a bright red lipstick mark. "I'll do anything for you, honey."

  *

  "That was superb," Harrison complimented as he leaned back in his chair and patted his belly.

  Candi smiled prettily, "Thank you. Glad you enjoyed yourself. That was my mama's famous peach cobbler recipe."

  "It was mighty fine. Big Jim is lucky to have something like this to come home to every night."

  Big Jim beamed with pride as he leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar. He inhaled the fragrant smoke and held it a moment before puffing it out and saying, "So tell me, Harrison. Are you going to sell me the Juniper Street property?"

  Harrison pulled a face. "Paxon is determined to buy it. He has offered a lot of money, Jim. I hope you know it isn't personal."

  Jim scoffed, "It's personal to me. That kid has been a thorn in my side for years. I'll tell you what. I'll offer you what Paxon is willing to pay." He puffed out a plume of smoke, then added, "And, I've got something else to help sweeten the deal."

  Harrison gave him an inquisitive look, "I'm listening."

  "I've been watching you all night, and, I couldn't help but notice the way you've been eyeing my pretty wife. Let's say," he paused for dramatic effect, "you sell me that land and I'll ask Candi here real nicely if she will give you a kiss."

  Surprise washed across both Harrison and Candi's faces.

  "You can't be serious," Harrison said as he looked between the two.

  Candi gave a little shrug of her shoulders, "Whatever Big Jim wants, darlin'." She stood and sauntered over to Harrison, smiling playfully before planting her lips on his.

  Jim watched as Harrison slid a hand behind Candi's head and held her to him as he prolonged the kiss, no doubt slipping her the tongue. Though a pang of jealousy hit him, it was immediately smothered out by a rush of desire. His cock twitched as it hardened against his boxers. "Damn, Harrison, I said kiss, not cop a feel!"

  Harrison broke the kiss and released his hold on her. His eyes flashed with smoldering desire as he looked to Candi, "I'll give him the property for one night with you."

  Her china-blue eyes went wide as saucers. "I don't know about that..." She glanced at Jim apprehensively.

  "I would never ask that of you, sweetheart." He looked pointedly at Harrison. "My wife isn't a whore or some kind of bargaining tool."

  "Never said she was. But, the fact remains. If you want it, then I get your wife for the evening." He smirked. "Anyhow, what's wrong with a night of adult fun between friends?"

  "Now look here!" Jim bellowed as he stood up.

  Candi dropped her gazed and noticed her husband's erection pressing against his pants, realizing that he must have gotten aroused when Harrison kissed her. "Jim, darlin', I think this is something we should discuss privately. If you'll give us a moment," she said to Harrison before pulling Jim out of the room.

  Once they were in the hallway, she leaned in to whisper, "You really want this property, don't you?"

  "You know I do, but not at the expense of selling my wife." His eyes flashed with confliction.

  She grazed her fingers over his crotch, her long red nails tracing the outline of his semi-hard cock. "If you want me to do it, I will. I want you to get that property. It could be something big for us, right? And, for what cost? A romp in the hay with silly ole Harrison?"

  Jim's cock throbbed beneath her skillful touch. "I don't know..."

  "Does it excite you thinking about me and another man?" she whispered, having realized after the kiss that her husband must secretly want to watch her get laid by someone else.

  "Would you hate me if I said yes?" he asked sheepishly.

  She grazed her lips against his, kissing him softly. "I could never hate you, darlin'. You've been so good and kind to me. Let me do this for you. Let me do this for us."

  "If—if you're sure," he said with hesitation.

  "I'll be thinking about you the whole time," she winked. "In fact, you should be there. He doesn't get to make all of the rules."

  Jim's cock thumped against her palm, and she grinned, "Looks like somebody likes that idea." She was half-tempted to give his cock a little kiss before they all went upstairs, but, she didn't want to leave Harrison waiting for too long. "You go tell Harrison that we accept his generous offer. But, wait five minutes before bringing him upstairs while I run up and slip into something more comfortable." She kissed the tip of his nose then hurried off to the bedroom.

  Candi slipped out of her dress and hung it up in her closet, careful not to snag the delicate fabric on her dainty bracelets. She loved all of her beautiful clothing and took great care of everything Jim bought her. Chewing on her bottom lip, she ran her fingertips over her lingerie hanging neatly in a row, trying to decide which to wear.

  "Hmm, I think you'll do quite nicely," she said to herself as she plucked a sheer satiny camisole and matching panty set from the hanger. She quickly changed her clothes then went into the bedroom and lit some vanilla scented candles.

  After opening the balcony doors, she moved over to the bed and leaned against the mahogany bedpost. Butterflies tumbled around in her stomach, though she knew she had no reason to be nervous. She was secure in her ability to get Harrison off, and really, she'd never met a cock she didn't like. Men were basically all the same. Suck their cock, play with their balls, then ride them like a quarter horse until they came. Easy peasy. And to think, she would help Jim out by actually fucking another guy. It was a win-win
situation.

  Jim rapped his knuckles against the bedroom door, "You ready for us, sugar?"

  "Come on in," she said in the sultriest voice she could muster.

  After they stepped into the bedroom, Jim took a seat on a peach-colored settee while Harrison approached her.

  "God damn!" Harrison whistled appreciatively as he raked his lecherous eyes down her body.

  She lowered her eyes and gave him a coy smile, "Why thank you, darlin'." Taking the lead, she stepped closer to him and started to unbutton his dress shirt.

  "You're a lucky man," Harrison said as Candi pressed her lips to his chest.

  "Don't I know it," Jim agreed.

  Harrison's hands explored, roaming over her arms and back as she flicked her tongue over his nipples. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, grinding his body against hers. "Damn, you feel good."

  "Mmm, you do too," she said automatically as she kissed a path down his stomach, dragging her tongue down his suntanned skin. He was in surprisingly good shape, she thought as she knelt in front of him. She couldn't help but compare him to her husband. While Jim's stomach pooched out, Harrison's was tight and flat.

  Once she had his belt undone and boxers and pants pulled down, she couldn't help but compare their cocks as well. Jim's, bless his heart, was much, much smaller than Harrison's. Harrison's cock stood at attention, thick and veiny, jutting straight out towards her mouth.

  Glancing up, she gave him a sultry smile then licked her bottom lip. "My, my, what do we have here Mister Harrison? I think this is the best-kept secret in town! Who knew you've been hiding such an enormous cock all these years?"

  He raked his fingers through her dirty blonde hair. "You like that?" he asked huskily as he pulled her head closer and ran the tip of his cock across her plump lips.