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Temptation Collection (Cuckolded by my Hotwife) Page 4


  "Hmm. I have an idea..."

  *

  I laid my head against the tub and trailed my fingers through the glistening bubbles. The air smelled of gardenias, the fragrance of my body-wash-turned-bubble maker.

  "Is there room for two?" Tate asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms folded loosely in front of him. His mouth was curved into a sensual smirk and I knew what was on his mind.

  "I don't know, it might be a tight fit," I said, obviously lying. We had a garden bathtub that could easily fit two or three people. "But, I suppose I can try to squeeze you in," I said in a flirty tone.

  "Mmm. Invitation accepted." Tate undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile by the sink, then stepped into the tub. Water splashed as he eased himself into a sitting position beside me.

  "How was your day?" I asked as I ran my loofah across his chest.

  "Oh, you know. Martin, Martin, and Suthers keeping me busy as always. But, I don't want to talk about the firm when I'm sitting here with my beautiful wife who happens to be naked." He slipped an arm around me and pulled me into his lap so that I was facing him.

  "No? What would you rather be doing?" I asked as I wrapped my slim legs around him.

  He leaned in to brush his mouth against mine. "This."

  "Mmm," I purred as I felt his hands roaming up my back, dripping water.

  "And this," he said as his lips grazed across my jawline, then lower, traveling across my throat.

  "I approve of this plan," I said as I leaned my head back, giving him better access to my neck.

  He flicked his tongue into the hollow of my throat as he scooped up handfuls of sudsy water and dribbled it across my shoulders. The warm water ran in rivulets down my back and across my chest.

  "Tate?"

  "Yes?"

  I trailed my fingers across his biceps, admiring his sinewy muscles. "Do you think we should talk about things?"

  He pulled his head back and looked me in the eye. "Which things?"

  "You know. The whole... cuckolding thing."

  "Ah. I've been waiting for you to bring that up," he said.

  "It wasn't like we had the privacy to talk while on vacation with family."

  "True. So. Go on. I'm all ears. I want to know how you feel about it," he said.

  I flicked my tongue across my lower lip as I thought about how to say what I had been thinking about all day. "I guess I still have a lot of questions about everything."

  "I'll try my best to answer them."

  "Well. The main thing I want to know is, will it happen again? I mean, do you even want it to? Or was it a one-time thing only."

  "That depends."

  "On?"

  "What you want."

  I chuckled, "But I am asking what you want."

  He gave me that irresistible grin that melted me in all the right places. "Babe. I want you to be happy and satisfied. I want to give you everything. And, I want you to have everything you could possibly want, even if it means fucking another man."

  "But I've never even thought about it until you put it on the wishlist. I guess I just need you to know that I love you and that you're enough for me."

  "It's not about being enough. It's about... seeing that look of pure ecstasy on your beautiful face when Noah had his cock buried hilt-deep into your pussy," he said. "You looked amazing, like you'd never felt so good. I knew in that moment that I could never make you feel like that. And I want that for you."

  A wave of hot pleasure pulsed through me from both the memory of Noah's cock and the sensual tone of my husband's voice. "But, I love you. Only you."

  "I know. Seeing you with another man isn't about love. It's just about sex. It's about you getting your sweet little pussy pounded by a cock bigger than mine, by someone who can please you better than I can." He snaked a hand down my back and cupped my bottom, pulling me against his erection.

  Water sloshed around us as he shifted in the water, "Stand up. I want to eat your pussy."

  My knees went weak at the command. I stood in the tub and faced him. He cupped my ass and held me steady as he darted his tongue out and lapped at my slit. My breath caught in the back of my throat as he wiggled his tongue between my folds.

  "Tate...," I breathily said his name as I curled my fingers into his short hair. "That feels amazing."

  He swirled his tongue around, licking me from top to bottom. "I want to make you cum."

  "Keep doing that and you will," I said, half moaning. I gasped, my breath catching as he moved a hand around to my front and rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb. My senses were overloaded with pleasure. Tiny bubbles of bliss swirled through my body, racing through my bloodstream, sending pleasure to every part of me.

  His other hand stayed on my ass, keeping me steady. He pushed a finger against my back hole and stimulated it while he licked me.

  "Oh, my god, that feels incredible!" I panted the words.

  "Mmmm," he muttered against me, the sound muffled. "I love the taste of your pussy," he said in between long licks.

  The friction of his stubble against my freshly shaved pussy intensified the sensations. I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy with a sensual fog drowning out everything except the feeling of Tate's tongue in my pussy. I made gaspy sounds of arousal, my breath hitching with each lap of his tongue. He was driving me to orgasm and he knew it.

  "I love the taste of your pussy, and I love the taste of your cum." He gave my clit extra attention, using both his fingers and tongue. "Cum for me."

  I groaned as I tightened my fingers in his hair. My body trembled as pleasure burst into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, sending a thousand tingling, beads of bliss surging through me. "Tate!" I moaned his name, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming."

  He pressed his face against my pussy and pushed his tongue as deep into my cunt as possible, sucking away my juices that flooded his face.

  I exhaled a long, satisfied breath as his hands pulled me down onto his lap. His cock was throbbing hard and pressing at my entrance.

  "Fuck me, please," he said as he grabbed me by the hips. He thrust upwards, pressing against my pussy.

  I could barely catch my breath as I slid down onto his erection. My inner muscles spasmed as I rode out the after waves of my orgasm. I could feel his inches swelling inside of me.

  "I'm so sensitive."

  "Mmmm," he muttered as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. "I love the way your pussy feels around my cock," he whispered against my skin, his voice whispery soft.

  "I love the way you feel inside of me, Tate." I entwined my arms around his shoulders, holding him close to me.

  "More than Noah?"

  "It's different with him," I said hesitantly.

  "Because he is bigger?" he asked.

  "Yeah," I admitted with trepidation. I knew honestly was the keystone to keeping our marriage together, but at the same time, it just felt wrong to say these things. I couldn't help but think I was hurting my husband--but the fact of the matter was, Tate got off on hearing it. It was all still so new to me.

  "Oh fuck," he moaned as he tightened his grip on my hips.

  Obviously, Tate wanted to hear it. "I'm going to see him again."

  Instinctively, I knew it was what he wanted, and truthfully, I wanted it too. I couldn't stop thinking about how Noah made me cum. His big, black cock was like heaven.

  "What are you going to do with him?" Tate asked as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. Sudsy water splashed around us and threatened to spill over the sides of the tub.

  "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 im
pale 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."

  *

  I could barely concentrate on work that morning as I waited for Noah to drop by the gallery. When he finally stepped through the front door, I grabbed my purse and headed for the exit to greet him. "Hold down the fort," I instructed Tanya, my employee, as I breezed past her. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

  "Gotcha, boss."

  Noah smiled as he took my hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of my knuckles, "I'm surprised that you wanted to meet here."

  "I don't have a lot of free time and there is a nice little coffee shop nearby with a wonderful view of the water. Is that all right with you?" I asked.

  "Certainly." He gave a glance around to the gallery and let out a low whistle, "Nice place, by the way."

  I beamed, "Thank you. It is my baby. I have worked my ass off to have this place."

  "It shows. It is very impressive."

  "Thanks! I'll show you around later if you'd like." I nodded to the door. "Shall we?"

  "As you wish," he said as he held the door open.

  Once outside, I glanced at him with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I didn't want to talk in front of Tanya. She is a huge help but she is a bit gossipy."

  "Understood, of course."

  We strolled down to the coffee shop and took a seat out on the patio after placing our order. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice by the way. I appreciate it."

  "No problem. I actually like spending time with you, Nina."

  I grinned playfully, "You have to say that."

  "No, I don't, actually. You're a beautiful, charming, young woman. Don't sell yourself short."

  I blushed under his compliment. "Mmm. Well, thank you for saying that. Anyhow. I have a business proposition for you."

  "Color me intrigued. Go on."

  "I have a friend who is a photographer. I'm doing an exhibit for her soon--she is fantastic by the way. Anyhow, I'm already planning a follow-up show to her first one. She is doing a series of black and white nudes. She wants to shoot a couple, and after she heard what happened between us, she asked if she could use us for the series."

  His brow quirked, "Isn't that risky for you? Professionally, I mean."

  "She wouldn't use our faces. But, I assumed you could use them for your profile."

  "Sounds good. When?"

  "At your convenience. We both can sort our schedules around yours."

  "Is tonight too early?"

  "No, I don't think so. I'll text her and ask." I sent a quick text to Camille, then glanced up to Noah, "She says that is perfect. Seven okay with you?"

  He nodded, "That works for me."

  I texted Noah the address of Camille's studio. "I will pay you for your time, of course."

  "No need. I want to do this. It sounds fun." He took a drink of his coffee, then said, "By the way, I was hoping to hear from you again."

  "Yeah?"

  "Mhm. I had an idea but of course, I wouldn't have contacted you about it. I made a promise not to invade your life, remember," he said.

  I nodded, "I remember. So, what is your idea?"

  "I want to see you again."

  My brow quirked. "Other than tonight?"

  "Yes. But not professionally. I want to be your bull."

  My heart skipped a beat, "You... what?" I whispered.

  "We had an amazing night together, right? I can't stop thinking about it... and I want more. I want to be there whenever you want me. Just call and I'll be available for you, wherever, whenever."

  A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind at once. I couldn't help but be flattered that he wanted to see me again, but at the same time, I was unsettled at how quickly my body reacted to the idea. I could feel heat creeping up my neck as the image of Noah's cock thrusting into my pussy forced its way to the center of my thoughts. Arousal pulsed hotly, and I could feel my inner muscles clench as if he were inside of me. I was instantly wet and utterly embarrassed by my shameful reaction.

  "Noah...," I wet my lips nervously. "Are you asking for a physical relationship?"

  "Yes, I suppose I am."

  "But, I am married."

  "So? Your husband wants to see you with another man. He gets off to the idea of it. So, why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?"

  I glanced towards the ocean and watched the steel-gray waves lapping at the shore as I collected my thoughts. "I'm overwhelmed," I admitted.

  "I understand," he said with a hint of sympathy.

  "Do you really? I mean, it is all very confusing."

  "Talk to me, Nina."

  "Honestly?"

  "Yes," he said.

  "For over five years, I was enough for my husband, and he was enough for me. I had never entertained the idea of another man, not even in fantasy. Tate has always been everything I have needed in all ways. And I guess... I guess what I am wondering is... have I been enough for him? I mean, all of a sudden what we have doesn't seem like it is enough for him. Out of the blue, he wants me to be this whole other person who is sleeping around with other men while he watches. Have the past five years been a lie?"

  "Nina, I'm sure it isn't like that."

  "Then explain it to me."

  "Just because he wants to try something new doesn't mean what he had wasn't real or what he wanted. Healthy relationships change over time because people change over time. The key to a happy, healthy, relationship is communication. And from what I can tell, you and Tate do communicate your desires. But, I don't think your life has been a lie because he wants to try something new."

  "I suppose that makes sense when you say it like that."

  "As long as you are both on the same page, you are both honest with one another and keep communicating, then you'll be fine."

  "I think you've missed your calling, Noah. You should have been a therapist." I smiled cheekily at him.

  "Who's to say I'm not?"

  "Are you?"

  "I'm anything you want me to be. That is part of the fantasy."

  "But I want to know the real you," I pouted.

  "Eventually, I am sure that you will," he said as he winked at me.

  *

  "Nina, tilt your head to the right," Camille said as she moved Noah's hand lower to cover my pubic mound.

  Noah and I were posed in front of a white backdrop, both of us completely naked, with me standing in front of him. In the corner, Tate sat on a director's chair, watching intently. I smiled at my husband.

  "Focus, Nina!" Camille teased.

  "I am!" I then smiled to Camille. "Sorry. It's not every day I'm naked in front of my best friend and two men, thank you very much."

  She stuck her tongue out at me, then fixed her face into something more professional. "Now, relax your back against Noah. Put your head here," she said as she moved my arm behind my head, placing my fingers against Noah's neck. "Perfect. Nobody move."

  I tried to stay relaxed as Camille fluttered around us with her camera, busily clicking away, though it was extremely difficult because I could feel Noah's erection pressing against my back. My mouth watered for his cock. Erotic images flashed through my mind as I stood there: Noah's mouth clamped
down onto my pussy with his tongue slithering between my folds, his cock thrusting into my mouth, his body smothering mine from above. I couldn't shake the mental image of us sixty-nining out of my head.

  "Hello, Earth to Nina," Camille said loudly, breaking me from my reverie.

  "Hmm?"

  "I want to get a few shots with the two of you on the bed."

  I pulled away from Noah and stepped over to the king-sized bed, "In what position?"

  "Sit on the edge of the bed. Noah, you get on the floor in front of her, facing her, on your knees."

  "Ouu la la, sexy," I said with a wicked grin as I perched on the corner of the bed.

  "Keep it classy, folks," Camille said as she adjusted one of the lights.

  Noah settled down in front of me in position, "Hey, I'm not complaining."

  "Somehow, I didn't think you would," Camille said. "Now, I want your hands on her thighs. Fingers splayed as if you're pushing her legs far apart. Lean in. Put your head as close as possible to her."

  My stomach did a somersault as Noah leaned in. I could feel his breath against my skin and all I could imagine was him closing the distance. I wanted to feel his tongue there, right on my clit.

  "You smell delicious," Noah whispered.

  My cheeks flushed. "You're making this incredibly difficult to hold a pose," I whispered in return. "Because all I can think about is you licking me."

  He darted his tongue out and wet his lower lip. "Say the word and I'm all over you." His voice was low, guttural, and incredibly sexy.

  I could feel myself grower wetter by the second. My eyes locked with Noahs, "We can't."

  "Guys. One second. I need to change the filter," Camille called out.

  "One lick," he whispered. "She's distracted."

  "Tate isn't," I said as I flicked my gaze towards my husband.

  "He will love it."

  I looked to make certain Camille wasn't looking, then gave a quick nod of my head. "One lick. Hurry."

  I nearly lost my breath as Noah darted his tongue out and lapped at my slit. He then pushed the tip in between my folds, licking up to my clit and circling it before pulling his head away. My toes curled and my fingers dug into the mattress.