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  "Mmmm."

  "Tell him that you crave my cock," he instructed as he held me by my hips and thrust into me, slow at first, then picked up the pace.

  I sought out the laptop and smiled wickedly, knowing that Tate was watching our every move, "I crave your big, black, magnificent cock, Noah!"

  He spanked my ass cheek lightly, then thrust deeper into me. It took my breath away, "Tell me where you want my cum."

  I groaned, "In my pussy."

  "You want me to cum in your hot little pussy?" He smacked my ass cheek again, "Such a hot little slut."

  I could feel it building deep in my belly, this hot, intense pool of desire. I was close to cumming, and he knew it. My orgasm tore through me and I saw stars. My vision darkened for a moment and my breath felt ripped out of my body. I trembled, shuddering around his cock. Before I could even catch my breath, Noah groaned behind me. I could feel his orgasm deep inside of me, the warmth spreading as he filled my pussy with his sticky white cum.

  Panting, he pulled himself out of me and moved around to the top of the bed to kneel at my head. His fingers cupped my chin, pulling it up to his cock. "Suck it." He rubbed his erection against my lips, and I couldn't help but wonder how he could still be hard!

  My lips parted as his sticky wet cock penetrated my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his shaft and licked him clean. He stroked his fingers through my hair and fisted his fingers, keeping my hair pulled tight as he shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I took him in as far as I could without choking and continued to undulate my tongue beneath his cock.

  He deep-throated me, forcing me to take his thick inches, "You like sucking my cock, don't ya?"

  I moaned my answer.

  His breath quickened, punctuated by little moans and grunts. I knew he was about to come again as his body tensed. He pulled out and stroked himself onto my lips, spurting his cum all over my face.

  I licked my lips and used my fingers to clean my face off as best I could.

  "Damn, girl," He grinned at me as he stretched back on the mattress and propped himself up on a pillow.

  I had never felt so unabashed before. Being with Noah felt completely natural, so much so that I had almost forgotten about Tate and why I was doing this.

  Noah tilted his head towards the door, "Now. I want you to go to him, just as you are. Keep your stockings and heels on, and walk next door. Tell him you just fucked your bull and you're filled with his cum, and that if he is good, maybe you'll let him try to fuck you too."

  "You want me to go outside half-dressed?" But at this point, I didn't care who saw me. I smiled at him, "Noah, you are a wicked, wicked man, and worth every penny."

  He chuckled as I left the room and dashed next door. Tate opened it before I could knock, then pulled me inside.

  "Have I ever mentioned that you are the best, most amazing wife ever?" Tate kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, then my lips.

  "Thank you for the gift." As he curled his fingers around mine, he sheepishly asked, "So... is it my turn?"

  A wry smile played at the corners of my lips, "Well, I suppose you can try to get me off with your small little penis..."

  "Oh, babe..." He pulled me into the room and locked the door behind us. His arms slid around me and he pulled me closer.

  "So," I looked up at him, trying to gauge how he really felt. "Are we okay? I mean, are you okay with what happened?"

  Tate fluttered tiny kisses along my jawline, "More than okay."

  "But how are you not jealous?"

  "I am," He admitted softly.

  "I am trying to understand. How can you be both jealous and turned on?"

  "Because you are fucking hot, my darling wife, and it turns me on to see you so turned on."

  I couldn't help but grin, "Well, then. I guess I have a lot to learn."

  He grazed his teeth across my chin and nibbled it, then pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't help but remember that Noah's mouth and cock had been there moments before. "I think I'll go jump in the shower. Want to join me?"

  He pulled his head back slightly, his gaze hot and intense. "Don't..."

  "Don't?" My brows rose, "Don't what? Don't shower?"

  "Yeah," He answered in a sheepish voice.

  "All right." I didn't understand it but I was trying to. The scent of another man lingered on my skin. I smelled like sex and perfume and Noah. 'He wants to be humiliated,' Noah's voice echoed in the back of my mind.

  "If I cannot shower, then you can clean me," I said boldly, hoping that it was the right thing to say. I was full of Noah's cum. It was dripping out of me, and it was splattered against my inner thighs. I was sticky and wet with it. Could I really have my husband clean me with his tongue? To lick away the remnants of another man's orgasm? Is this what he truly desired? Is this how he wanted to be humiliated?

  Tate's face flushed with heat. "I..." His voice faltered.

  I gave him an impish grin, "Get on your knees and lick me. Now." I couldn't believe how assertive my tone had become.

  Tate kneeled in front of me and glanced up, "Are you sure?"

  "Yes," I slid my hand behind his head and pulled him forward. His lips collided with my pussy and he hesitated for the briefest of moments before darting his tongue out. With the lightest of touches, he gave a slow, tentative lick along my slit.

  Tate leaned back on his heels and stared up at me as if waiting for instruction.

  I perched on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. "Don't stop until I tell you to," I commanded, my tone slightly bossy. The thought of having all of the control was a turn on, and I suddenly warmed to my new role.

  Tate crawled over obediently and placed his hands on my thighs as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth onto my most intimate parts. He licked me slowly, slithering his tongue through my moist, semen-coated folds.

  "Mmm, just like that," I cooed, delighted with the sensations that were slowly building. Pleasure pulsed and pooled between my thighs. Sensing my arousal, he quickened the pace, eagerly lapping his tongue into my pussy.

  Remembering how he also asked for dirty talk, I began to narrate what happened with Noah. "I don't think I've ever felt so good as when Noah played with my pussy under the table at the bar. His fingers are so big and thick, and he seriously knows what he is doing."

  Tate groaned in response in between licks. His lips pressed against my clit and he sucked it between his teeth. His hands sensually roamed over the bare skin of my thighs.

  "And I've never cum so hard," I said, delirious from pleasure. I stroked my fingers through Tate's honey-brown, burying my fingers into his silky strands.

  I dropped my gaze and watched as my husband ate my pussy, enthralled by the sight of his wicked tongue thrusting into my center. Gasping, I tightened my fingers in his hair, "Oh Tate, that feels so good!" And then quickly added, "But not as good as Noah felt. He is an expert. You are nothing like him."

  Tate tightened his fingers around my thighs as he rubbed his mouth, nose, and chin against my pussy. His tongue was everywhere, slipping between my folds and flicking around my clit. I gasped as pleasure rolled through me in waves, bringing me closer to an orgasm.

  "Tate!" My voice was raspy, "I'm going to cum!"

  He slid his hand up my thigh, pushing his fingers into my slick, warm hole while focusing his attention with his tongue onto my clit. He flicked the tip across it at a maddening pace, then sucked it into his mouth.

  I dropped my head back as I loudly moaned, nearly losing my breath. My body shuddered as delicious waves of pleasure simmered through me. I could feel my stomach muscles tightening, my pussy shivering with these tight little spasms, and my heart slammed out of beat.

  "Let me fuck you," he requested as he pushed my body back onto the mattress. I could feel the weight of his body pressing against mine, and his obvious arousal nudged between my thighs. I didn't think I had ever felt him so hard in my life. "Please."

  I gave a quick nod of my head, giving consent. At that m
oment I didn't think I could trust myself to speak. I wanted my husband. I wanted to feel his cock thrusting into me.

  With deft fingers, I helped him pull his clothing off in a frenzy of desire. Our mouths collided, his tongue thrust between my lips and eagerly lapped at mine. We kissed hotly, passionately, greedily.

  I felt him there, pressing the tip of his erection against my entrance. "Tell me. How did he feel inside of you?"

  "Delicious."

  "Was his cock bigger than mine?" He thrust into me harshly and I moaned.

  "Yes. So much bigger," I replied, stating the truth. Noah's cock was larger, though I didn't really care about that. But Tate did.

  "And you liked being fucked by him?" Tate asked as he stroked into me, his cock moving in and out of me in with familiar precision.

  "Yes," I ran my hands up his arms, my fingers roaming over his sinewy muscles.

  "More than by me?"

  Every fiber of my being wanted to say no, to deny the fact that I enjoyed another man. It felt unnatural to say these things, to feel these things, but I knew it was what he wanted to hear. "Yes..." My voice was a breathy whisper.

  "Can I satisfy you like he can?" He asked, panting with each stroke.

  "No."

  I could feel him tensing above me and knew he was seconds away from cumming, "Only Noah's big, black cock can truly satisfy me."

  "Will you see him again?"

  I hesitated as the question rolled around in my head, but I was surprised at how readily the answer came, "Yes. I will fuck Noah again."

  "Oh, god," He moaned out the words, as he increased the pace. I knew he was on the verge of orgasm.

  "I'm going to let him fuck me in my hot little pussy without wearing a condom. He will fuck me, cum in me, and perhaps, if you're good, I'll let you try to fuck me with your small, pathetic little dick."

  Tate groaned as he slammed into me, unloading his cum deep into my pussy. Our lips met and we kissed until we were breathless. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "Thank you. You are the best wife a man could ever want."

  I gave him a lopsided grin as I ran my hands down his back, hugging him, "And you are the best husband a wife could ever want." I kissed the tip of his nose, then licked his lips.

  "Better than Noah?"

  "You said husband. Not lover," I pointed out with a cheeky grin.

  "Oh...what have I gotten us into," he asked.

  I smiled brightly, "A whole new lifestyle, apparently."

  "Are you okay with it?"

  "I think so. I mean, most women would jump at the chance to have multiple lovers, right?"

  "Lovers?" he quirked a brow.

  "Mmmmhmm. I'm thinking Noah alone might not be enough to satisfy me now. A threesome sounds exciting, don't you think? I might even let you watch..." I winked at him.

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  Temptation, Part Two

  Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2017

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  "These are breathtaking," I said to Camille as I looked over her portfolio. I admired the curves and contrasts of skin color--a stunning mix of contortion, high-contrast portraiture, and the slightest touch of sensuality. Black against white. Instantly I thought of Noah, the black man I had 'cheated' on my husband with.

  "Yeah? You don't think they are too risqué for your gallery?" she asked with a hopeful expression.

  "I think they are perfect. Evocative, without being provocative. Exquisite, really." I couldn't take my eyes off of them."

  Camille grinned, her dimples deepening. "Thank you, Nina. I was hoping you could use them. I know they are a bit more... risqué."

  "Oh, I can definitely sell them. Actually, I can't wait to get them framed and ready to go. I'm sure they will sell like hotcakes."

  She gave a sigh of relief. "That'd be great. Janie's tuition is due soon. Those private schools really sock it to you."

  "I'm positive I can sell them, so don't worry." I said as I flipped the closed sign on the glass door and locked it.

  "Perfect. So, what's new with you?" she asked as she settled down onto one of the black leather sofas near the back of the store.

  "Oh, you know. A whirlwind of stuff during the holidays. Tate and I had to visit my parents, then we flew out to see his. Afterward, we spent a couple of days at his sister's house. The joy." I rolled my eyes playfully, "She is the one with the twin seven-year-old monsters."

  "I saw the pics on Facebook. They do look like hellions." Camille chuckled. "Are you glad to be back at work?"

  "Absolutely," I said as I gave a glance out to the gallery. My store was my pride and joy. Most women doted on children- but my store was my child. It got all of my attention. I had worked hard to open the frame shop, which eventually morphed into a hybrid frame store and gallery as local artists asked to sell their work to the never-ending stream of tourists that filled our small coastal town year-round.

  "I guess it is good to be back to normalcy," Camille said.

  I chewed my bottom lip thoughtfully, wondering what she would think of me if I told her my secret. "I don't think I'll ever be normal again..."

  Camille quirked a brow. "What do you mean by that?"

  I hesitated, then asked, "Can I tell you something?"

  "Of course! I am your best friend. You know you can tell me anything."

  "Promise not to judge?"

  "Girl! Have I ever? Anyhow, you know all of my deepest, darkest secrets. So, spill."

  I sucked in my breath through clenched teeth. "I don't even know where to begin."

  "Just say it. I promise not to judge." Camille looked at me matter-of-factly.

  Nodding, I said, "Well. All right. You know how Tate and I do those Christmas wish lists every year?"

  "Yeah. That is such a cute idea. I keep meaning to mention it to Sean for us to try it out, though I'm afraid of what he might ask for. He has expensive taste." She motioned with her hand, "But, go on. Tell me what happened."

  Heat scorched my cheeks and neck as I blushed, "Yeah. Well. Tate asked for something... crazy."

  "Like what? He's so... goody-two-shoes. What did he want?" she asked.

  I blushed fifty shades of red. "He um. He asked to be... cuckolded."

  Her blue eyes went wide as saucers. "What the hell? Are you joking?"

  "I'm afraid not," I said sheepishly.

  "Do you even know what that means?" she asked.

  "Yeah. I'm not that naive."

  "I don't know... you're pretty vanilla," she said as she smirked mischievously.

  I stuck my tongue out at her. "Well, okay, I did have to research it on the internet to be certain it was what I thought it was."

  "And was it?"

  "Yes. When a man wants to see his wife or girlfriend with another man."

  "Oh. My. God. Did you really? Don't tell me you actually..."

  "Yeah..." I said self-consciously.

  "What? Seriously? Okay, time for details. Leave nothing out."

  "Okay, so. He basically wanted to see me with another man. Specifically, a black man. A stranger."

  Her mouth popped open as she made a gaspy sound in the back of her throat. "No way!"

  "Yeah..."

  "Sorry but I just can't imagine you doing something like that," she said.

  "Right? Anyhow. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I mean, he seemed to really into it. So... I hired a gigolo."

  "No, you didn't! But you are so beautiful, you could have any man you want. You don't have to pay. Why would you pay?"

  "Thanks for the compliment. But, I really didn't want to just pick up some random man at a bar. I mean, how would I know if they are safe?" I shrugged, "So, I went online and found someone."

  "Wow. I'm still stunned. So, what did he look like?"

  "The ma
n is absolutely gorgeous. He is black but has lightish colored skin. He is tall, over six foot, at least. I swear, he has these to-die-for eyes. He is perfectly built and I'm sure he works out a lot. Every inch of him is perfect. And, oh my god, he has such manners."

  "Sounds like someone is smitten," Camille teased.

  "Perhaps..." I tried not to blush but I couldn't control it.

  "Where did it happen?" she asked.

  "Well first, we met for lunch to work out the details of how it would happen. He also likes to meet his clients prior to the actual date so that they know what they are getting, and have a chance to change their minds. He made me feel so comfortable that I booked him for that very night. We met at Makos. I had asked Tate to meet me there, but I had rules. He had to stay at the bar and couldn't interrupt."

  "Omigod! You fooled around in Makos?" she grinned, her expression impressed.

  I smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Under the table stuff. He got me off and I..." I said bashfully, "I gave him a blowjob."

  "With Tate watching the whole time?"

  "Yeah. But remember, this is what he asked for!"

  "So, then what happened?"

  "We went next door to the hotel. I had rented two rooms, side-by-side, and had our laptops hooked up in each room so that Tate could watch on video."

  "Damn, but that sounds sexy."

  "It was incredible. I've never been so turned on in my whole entire life," I admitted.

  "Yeah? He was that good?"

  "It wasn't just that, but yes. He was that good. It was... a combination of things: the idea of being watched and experiencing someone new. You know I've only ever slept with Tate."

  "Mhm."

  "But, I think the biggest turn on was the fact that I was in control. There was something incredibly arousing by the idea of having all of the power. Noah was there to satisfy my every whim, and Tate had to watch it. The night was about my pleasure. It was surreal."

  "Have you seen him again?"

  "Noah? No. We've been gone for the holidays. Anyhow, I don't know where any of this is going. I don't know if it was a one-time thing or if it is the beginning of something new. We've really not had the time to talk about it."