So Rich, So Pretty (Cuckolded by my Hotwife) Page 3

  Jamar obediently tugged his polo shirt up over his head.

  "You have a nice body." She ran her hands down his torso, over the sinewy muscles of his chest. "Do you work out a lot?"

  "Every day, yeah." He unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it back, exposing her lacy black bra. "Damn, you're hella hot."

  "Thank you," she said, obviously enjoying the compliments as much as she enjoyed the feel of his hands slipping beneath her bra.

  Jamar tugged it up, then reached around and unfastened it. "Your tits are damn fine!" He swiped his tongue across her nipples and chewed on each, making loud sucking sounds.

  "Mmm, you're getting me so hot. My pussy is so wet for you right now," she said sensually as she ran her hands down his sides. She unbuttoned his jeans and helped him out of his pants and boxers.

  "Yeah? Prove it," he said as he slid his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers traveled up her thighs and over her panties. He tugged the flimsy fabric to the side and plunged his big fat finger between her wet folds. "Oh, fuck. You're soaking my hand."

  "Because I'm so turned on by you," she said as she stole a glance up to the camera and smirked secretively. She knew her husband was watching as Jamar fingered her soaking wet pussy—and hopefully, he knew that she was really turned on because she was doing this for him.

  Big Jim watched intently, his eyes glued to the monitor, a voyeur as his wife seduced his hot, young, black employee. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out over the band of his boxer briefs. He was incredibly hard, more so than he'd ever been. Just the thought of her fucking someone else was enough to send a shiver down his spine, but watching her actually do it was incredible. His cock felt like steel between his fingers as he stroked down the length. His balls bulged, heavy with arousal. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe how turned on he was by watching the black stud finger his wife's pussy.

  "Oh, Jamar! You are so fucking hot!" She rocked her hips against his hand, soaking his fingers.

  He pulled his hand up and licked his slick fingers seductively. "I want to taste you. All of you." Jamar eased her down onto a stack of boxes after pulling off her panties. He then climbed on top of her upside down, so that his cock was pushing against her mouth while his lips pressed against her pussy. "Suck my cock, girl," he said as he rubbed his erection against her lips.

  Her mouth opened and his cock eased between her lips while he went wild on her pussy. His lips were everywhere, exploring every crease, every fold. No part of her pussy was left untouched. He sucked, licked, and rubbed her with intense fury.

  Big Jim's eyes were glued to the monitor, mesmerized as he watched Jamar's hips thrusting as he shoved his big black cock into his pretty wife's mouth. He knew she sucked cock like a pro and knew that Jamar was probably feeling like he just won the lottery. Her face was so pretty, he thought, all lit up with pleasure as she took that cock and sucked it like her life depended on it.

  Jim couldn't help but remember her words from the previous night, how she told him that Harrison's cock was bigger, and how much better he fucked her. The words echoed around his mind, and it only made his cock that much harder—if that was possible.

  Jamar pulled himself off of Candi and changed positions. He crawled behind her and lifted her leg, sliding his black cock into her pussy from behind.

  Jim's eyes widened as the young man impaled his beautiful wife. Her face was breathtaking, eyes half closed as a look of rapture etched her delicate features. "That's right, you take that big fat black cock into your hot little pussy, wifey," he muttered under his breath as he watched them fuck.

  "That's it. Fuck my wife. Fuck her pussy and make her cum," he said to himself as he gaped at them, watching Jamar pounding her like a whore. He felt guilty for thinking her a whore, but couldn't help himself because it made him all the more aroused. He stroked his dick in the same rhythm that Jamar fucked his wife.

  "Oh my god!" Candi called out. "Your cock is amazing! I've never been fucked so hard and deep before!" Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

  Jamar squeezed her nipple as he pistoned his cock into her tight entrance. Her pussy stretched around his girth—he was much larger than any man she'd ever been with. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "You are so fucking tight."

  "Only because your cock is so big!" she purred.

  Jamar groaned a sound of pleasure deep in the back of his throat.

  "I've never had a cock this massive! You're the biggest cock I've ever had by far!" She wiggled her ass, pushing back against him with every thrust. "And, I want every delicious inch of it inside of me. Fuck me harder!"

  Jamar grabbed her by the hip and fucked her with as much force as he could muster, his body slamming against hers. Their skin—ebony against her pale ivory, looked beautiful moving in tandem.

  "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" she called out as her eyes practically rolled back in her head.

  Jamar said nothing as he kept pounding her. He shot his load off without a word, merely grunting as he filled her womb with gobs of cum.

  Candi trembled, shuddering around his cock as her orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy muscles squeezed around his erection as he thrust into her, spurting his last droplets of cum into her tight little channel. "Oh my!" she breathed the word out slowly as her vision blacked for a second, then flashed with stars. Finally, she was able to catch her breath as the world fell back into place. "That was amazing!"

  Jamar nuzzled his nose and mouth against her neck, kissing her intimately. "That was fucking hot. You're wild, girl. But, you're not going to tell Big Jim are you?"

  Behind his desk, Big Jim spurted off his load as he watched his wife cum on another man's cock.

  Candi flicked her gaze to the camera and smiled seductively, "Of course I won't tell him," she winked.

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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 w
arm, 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)

  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.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips 3

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.

  Excerpt from Illicit Affection (M/M/F menage, Hotwife)

  "Lydia wants you," Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan's friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other fashion?

  Jude's expression darkened slightly as he looked between us, his face etched with uncertainty.

  "Go on, Lydia. Tell him."

  I stared at Rogan and met his gaze with a disapproving frown. "Stop it. I am not going to dignify that with a response. Please don't upset our little party, Rogan."

  "Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.

  I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."

  W
ith great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.

  "Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."

  "Rogan, please," I begged.

  He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.

  "My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."

  "Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.

  "Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."

  Excerpt from Billionaire Benefactor (sexy sleep erotica)

  "Awake yet?" I asked as I climbed onto the mattress and pushed her legs apart. I positioned myself between them and admired her pretty little pussy.

  "No?" I asked as I stretched my hand down and caressed her inner thighs. "Still my sleeping beauty, hmm?"

  Cloe made a slight noise in the back of her throat, but otherwise remained asleep.

  Giving into temptation, I rubbed my fingers along her slit. I eased the fleshy lips apart and wiggled my fingers into her warmth, searching for her clit. I found the magic button and rubbed the pad of my thumb across it while sliding a couple of my fingers into her opening.

  Her head rolled to the side as she groaned in her sleep. I watched her face intently to see if she was about to wake up. I wondered what she would do or say if she came awake to see me kneeling between her legs, my fingers deep in her pussy. Would she try to stop me? Or would she want more? Probably more, I reasoned, based on the way she'd been coming on to me, today. Plus, she was obviously hot and bothered earlier; why else would she masturbate by the pool?