Quickies (Cuckolded by the Hotwife) Page 3

  "I can't believe this is really happening," Aiden said from the sofa. I watched his hand slowly traveling down the length of his cock as he stroked himself.

  "It's what you wanted," I said as Ben guided me over to the bed.

  "Get on all fours," Ben commanded from behind me.

  I climbed onto the mattress and poked my ass into the air.

  Ben ran his hands over my legs, across my stockings and up, over my garter straps. "You're so fucking hot," he said as he leaned over and swiped his tongue across my pussy.

  I shuddered as I felt his delicious tongue probing my folds, lapping at my tender pink parts. Pleasure coursed through me and pulsed between my thighs. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced. Of course, I had been eaten out before, but this felt different—heightened, more intense, and downright decadent.

  "Oh, Sara, fuck. You're so fucking hot right now," Aiden cooed from the sofa. "You like the way Ben is licking your cunt?"

  "Uh-huh," I answered in a raspy tone. It was hard to think straight, much less form words. My mind was shrouded in a sexual fog, and all I could do was focus on the wicked pleasure that Ben was giving me with his tongue.

  "I could never lick you that good," Aiden said as his fingers danced over his cock.

  My toes curled and my fingers entwined into the duvet, the fabric tight between my fingers. "I'm going to cum."

  "Not yet," Ben said as he pulled away.

  Seconds later I felt his cock pressing against my entrance. He thrust into me and nearly stole my breath. The realization that he was by far the biggest cock I'd ever had ran through the back of my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if Aiden would ever be able to pleasure me again with his. I felt guilty for the thought, but at the same time, Ben's cock felt ginormous. I felt full and stretched out.

  "I've never felt anything so big," I gasped the words as Ben started a slow pace, easing in and out of me.

  Aiden groaned and I glanced in his direction. It was our wedding day, and it somehow felt wrong not to have him with me on the bed. "Aiden, come here. I want to suck your cock."

  My fiancé positioned himself in front of me, standing at the edge of the bed while Ben moved in closer, his knees burrowing in the mattress behind me.

  I stretched a hand towards Aiden's cock and lightly stroked my fingers down his shaft while Ben fucked me, bouncing me forward with each thrust.

  I stuck out my tongue and lapped at Aiden's cock, running it in circles around the head. His pre-cum dribbled across my lips and smeared my lipstick, but I didn't care. It was worth it.

  "Mmmm, this feels so good. So perfect," I was in heaven, with a big fat black cock in my pussy and Aiden's cock between my lips.

  Bouncing between them, my pleasure grew, magnified into a tidal wave of bliss that raced through my bloodstream. Every part of me—inside and out—felt energized, electrified by pleasure. I felt beautiful and worshiped.

  "I can't hold back," Aiden gasped as his orgasm erupted, spilling his white milky cum across my lips and tongue. I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could and swallowed as he pumped out his sperm, coating my tongue and the back of my throat.

  "Fuck!" Ben yelled behind me. I could feel his cum spreading inside of me.

  Their orgasm fueled my own, and I fell over the cliff of nirvana. My orgasm rippled through me in heated waves, hot tingly bubbles of pleasure swooshing through my body just beneath my skin. It was heady and intoxicating, the most powerful thing I'd ever felt.

  Later, as I walked down the aisle to meet Aiden and Ben standing near the front of the church, I gave them a secretive smile. As the preacher started the ceremony, all I could think about was that I was wearing cum-sodden panties, wet from my black lover's cock.

  It was a new beginning, not just for Aiden and I, but Ben as well. My gaze drifted to him and I winked, already planning our next encounter.

  A New Dream

  Amelia and I had been next door neighbors since middle school and started dating in high school. By all accounts, we were the perfect couple: she was the head cheerleader, and I was the star quarterback. Because high school football is so popular in Texas, we were the rising stars in our little hometown. Everyone knew and adored us, but they especially adored Amelia. She had long red hair with a scattering of freckles across her nose, a gift from her Irish heritage. Her eyes were the bluest I've ever seen on a person, pale but vivid, like the big Texas sky. Though she was petite and gorgeous, the best thing about her was her smile. It was infectious and drew you in.

  Everything had been perfect until I injured my back during our last game. Though I recovered after several months of rehab, the doctors said that I would never be able to play football again. Despite the grim prognosis, I tried to make the best of it and went to the same college as Amelia. It was hard sitting in the bleachers every weekend, watching her cheer while my football career was over before it ever truly began. But, I was the dutiful boyfriend and wanted to be supportive of my girl, so I toughed it out. Just because I couldn't follow my dream didn't mean she had to give up on hers.

  As usual, everyone loved her. People couldn't help themselves, everyone just gravitated towards her, especially the guys on the football team. They were constantly swarming around, trying to ask her out and invite her to parties. She good-naturedly turned them down, explaining that she had a boyfriend and was utterly happy and completely in love with me.

  As those fall months passed, I couldn't help but slide into a dark depression. After every game was over, I couldn't help but feel like I was losing a part of Amelia. It wasn't anything she said or did, but, I couldn't stop myself from comparing myself to the guys who could play. I watched them with such jealousy that I convinced myself that I was inadequate and that Amelia would be better off with one of them. I couldn't stop concocting fantasies around Amelia and Carter Lewis. He was the star quarterback now and was going places. He would make it to the pros, become super rich and probably famous. I imagined their life together, how he would be able to give her everything that I probably wouldn't.

  My fantasies didn't end there. Somewhere along the way, the image of Amelia and Carter having sex wormed its way into the back of my mind. I tried to force those wicked thoughts away, but they would return over and over and at some point, I realized that I actually enjoyed them. There was some secret, dark, part of me that wanted to see Amelia with another man in bed.

  I kept those thoughts to myself, though Amelia noticed how I had changed. She claimed that I was the one pushing her away. Though she stayed with me until Christmas break, we broke up after a huge fight where I claimed that she wanted to be with other men. I knew in my heart that she didn't, but never-the-less, I couldn't help myself from making those horrible accusations. She claimed it hurt her to know that I didn't trust her despite all we had been through and simply left with the words, "We're over."

  Those were the most miserable two weeks of my life. On New Year's, she knocked on my apartment door out of the blue, crying and begging me to take her back. She said she was miserable without me, and I admitted the same to her. I apologized for all that I had said and begged her to give me one more chance. She said yes, and it was the happiest day of my life.

  We really were perfect for one another.

  Before we could officially get back together, she said she needed to come clean about something, that she didn't want any secrets between us. She said she wanted to tell me the truth about what happened while we were apart.

  I locked my eyes with hers as I felt a nervous fluttering in the pit of my stomach. "What do you want to tell me?"

  Amelia tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and chewed her bottom lip. She hesitated, and glanced away before saying, "Luke, I have to be honest with you."

  "Go on..."

  "I... I slept with someone while we were broken up." There was a hitch in her voice and her eyes watered, as if she were on the verge of tears.

  Several emotions hit me at once, all fighting for d
ominance: jealousy, anger, and lust. "Who was it?" I asked in a very soft, very afraid voice.

  "It was Carter Lewis."

  My stomach did a somersault. Carter fucking Lewis. I knew it. I knew they would be perfect together. I couldn't help but imagine is dark chocolate colored skin covering her creamy white body. "Oh. Him." He was everything I wanted to be.

  She inhaled a shaky breath. "Yeah. It only happened a couple of times, I promise."

  "Do you love him?"

  "No! Of course not. He was just a rebound. I was just lonely, okay? He meant nothing to me." She stretched her hand out and entwined her fingers with mine. "Please believe me."

  "I do." I tucked my finger beneath her chin and forced her to look me in the eyes. "I don't blame you. Carter is going to be super rich some day. He has girls hanging all over him all the time. Plus, I bet he has a huge dick." Envy gnawed at me, though that secret part of me was surging to the surface, that part of me that desired wanting Amelia and another man to fuck.

  Her blue eyes locked with mine. "Do we have to talk about it? Can't we just forget about it and move forward?"

  I shook my head no. "I want to know the details. Please." I tried to hide my excitement at hearing about how my pretty, petite girlfriend had Carter Lewis' big black dick shoved into her pretty little pussy.

  She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "If you insist."

  I gave a nod of my head.

  "The first time was in his car. We were driving a couple of the guys home, and after he dropped off Brian, we were alone. He asked if I wanted to grab some drinks and head back to his place. I said yes. We stopped at a liquor store and after he got back in the car, we just started kissing. He pushed my head down like he wanted me to suck his cock..."

  My heartbeat fluttered wildly against my chest, "Oh damn, you sucked his dick in the parking lot? Was it big? Bigger than mine? Be honest. I can take it."

  She hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. It was really big and thick. I was almost scared of it. It barely fit in my mouth. I had to suck on the head while I jacked him off with both of my hands."

  "Did you swallow his cum?"

  "No. He got to the point of almost cumming, then pulled me over into his lap. We kissed as he unclasped my bra and he started playing with my tits."

  I could feel my cock swelling by the second and tried to hide it by pulling a throw pillow from the sofa into my lap.

  Amelia dropped her gaze to my crotch, then quickly looked up, her pretty blue eyes wide with confusion. "You think that's hot?"

  I could feel embarrassed heat flooding my cheeks. I didn't want to admit it, but she saw the evidence so there was no point in lying. "Yeah. It's kind of hot to hear about how some other man wanted you, and all of the things you two did together."

  Amelia wet her lips as she slid closer to me on the sofa. Her hand dropped to my lap and she grazed her fingers over my bulge. She teased me with her fingers as she pressed her soft lips against my neck and gave it a lick. "After he had my bra off, he sucked on my nipples. I was wearing that black skirt that you like so much, and Carter pushed it up my hips. I was straddling him."

  "Show me how," I asked in a low, husky voice. My arousal surprised me. I couldn't believe just how hard I was, throbbing and thick.

  Amelia climbed into my lap, "Just like this." She rocked her hips, undulating against my cock. I was so hard and aroused I felt like I could cum just from that small bit of contact.

  "As Carter sucked on my tits, he slid a hand into my panties and played with my pussy. His fingers are so big and thick, it felt so good when he rubbed my little clitty. I was extremely wet and soaked his hand. I could tell he liked it. I was so horny I didn't care that we were in a parking lot and that someone might have seen us. I was just so into him, you know?"

  "Then what happened?" I asked, wanting to hear more. Needing to hear how Carter took my girl.

  "He finger-fucked me at first, using two fingers as he kissed me."

  "Does he kiss better than me?"

  I could see the hesitation in her eyes as if she didn't want to tell me the truth. "Tell me," I demanded as I grabbed her ass. I thrust my hips up and rubbed myself against her panties.

  "Yes! Okay, are you happy?"

  "Almost. Then what happened?" My hands traveled along her sides and across her back.

  "We were kissing and he was fingering me and it felt so good that I couldn't stop myself. I came all over his hand. He knew just how to touch me. So then, he sucked on his fingers and said I tasted delicious."

  "You do," I agreed. As she talked, I peeled away her panties, helping her slide them down her toned legs.

  She settled back into my lap after I slid my pants down. My cock and balls bulged over the waistband of my boxer-briefs. She gave my rod a stroke while rubbing the tip with her thumb. "He was still so hard and asked if we could fuck."

  "What did you say?" I asked as I rubbed her pussy, enjoying her womanly juices as they drenched my fingers.

  "I asked if he had a condom."

  "Did he?"

  "No."

  "Did you fuck him anyhow?"

  Her breath was raspy as she answered me, "I did. I was so horny and turned on that I just said fuck it, and slid down on his cock."

  "Show me how you fucked him."

  Amelia laid her hands on my shoulders and eased herself down onto my cock. "I took it slow because his cock is just so big. He held me by my hips and guided me."

  "How did it feel?" I asked as she took my entire cock into her pussy, to the hilt.

  "It felt amazing. I had never felt anything so big and filling in all of my life."

  We both started breathing heavily as she bounced on my lap as she rode my smaller cock. I tried to imagine what Carter thought of her as she rode him. My eyes closed and all I could think about was Amelia and Carter fucking. I imagined his enormous black dick inside of her and how wonderful that must have made her feel. I knew that I couldn't compare, but that didn't stop me from thrusting like a madman, trying to force my inadequate dick deeper into her.

  "Did you like having his dick inside of you?"

  "Yeah," she answered between thrusts.

  "And you fucked him more than once?"

  "Yeah. A couple of times."

  "Did he ever wear a condom?"

  "No," her voice was deep and sensual.

  I licked at her shirt, biting her nipple over her clothes, "Will you see him again?"

  "No. I love you, Luke."

  "If I asked you to see him again, would you?"

  She answered quickly in between her sweet little moans. "Yes."

  "Because you want his big black dick in your sweet little pussy?"

  "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! I want to feel his cock inside of me again. I want him to fuck me until it hurts!"

  I was on the verge of orgasm, "Can I... can I watch you fuck him?"

  "Yes," she yelled the word. "Yes, you can watch me fuck him!" Her little hips were moving at a furious pace, grinding and bouncing.

  I placed my fingers against her clit and rubbed as she bounced on my cock. "Amelia, I'm... I'm cumming!" I shot my load into her pussy as she had her own orgasm. I could feel her inner muscles milking me, squeezing tightly around my cock. The sound she made as she came was the most sensual, beautiful sound I had ever heard.

  I held her in my arms and gave her a passionate kiss, "Thank you for loving me."

  "I'll do anything for you, Luke. Anything at all."

  My thoughts tumbled with the images of Amelia and all the far superior men I wanted to see fucking her.

  "Promise?"

  "Promise."

  His Secret Pleasure

  Washington, 2021

  The door to the oval office closed, leaving me alone with my wife for what felt like the first time in months.

  "We should toast," she said as she filled two wine glasses and handed one to me.

  My green eyes slid down the length of her sinewy body appreciatively, noting how her 'demu
re' dress hugged her perfectly in all of the right places. Her curves were silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in from the window. She looked like an angel. A temptress. I was the luckiest man in the world.

  "Darling?" she said, breaking me out of my reverie.

  "Oh, sorry. I was just admiring you, love." I winked at her.

  "Can't complain about that," she smiled adoringly at me.

  "Wine? Or would you rather I ask for something else?"

  "Wine is perfect, of course." I clinked my glass to hers, "A toast to our win. I couldn't have done any of this without you by my side. You are the perfect woman, Charlotte."

  "And you are the perfect charmer," she said with a hint of amusement to her voice.

  I flashed her a dazzling smile, "A requirement of the job, love. I think it ranks right up there with kissing babies and selfies with the voters."

  She chuckled. "Mmm, good to know. So, what is your requirement of the First Lady, pray tell?"

  "Oh, you didn't get the memo? I can recite it from memory, I think," I said with a grin as I pretended to think hard. "Let's see, part one. The First Lady should please her husband in all manners. Particularly the bedroom. Or, the Oval Office if they should so find themselves alone." I winked playfully at her.

  A smile stretched across her pretty mouth. "Oh, right, I think I remember reading that somewhere or other." She took a sip of her wine, then brushed her lips against mine. "How might I please you, Mister President?" Her voice had a breathy, Marilyn Monroe quality about it.

  A thousand erotic images flashed through my mind at once. I had had my wife in every position under the sun throughout our marriage. She was a fantastic lover and was always eager to please, explore, and to try new things. She was utterly perfect.

  "Depends on your mood," I said cryptically as I stroked my fingers through her hair.

  "What does that mean?" she asked curiously, her eyes widening just a bit.