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  "I want... to try something new."

  "Mmm, I like the sound of that already." She sat her wine glass onto the glossy wooden desk behind me, then ran her hands across my back as she pressed her mouth against my chin.

  My eyes locked with hers, "It's something we've never done before." I warned.

  Her brow rose, "Now I am intrigued. What is it?"

  My hand roamed down her arm, "You can say no, of course." I dipped my head closer to her neck and began to lick down the column of her slender neck. My tongue lapped at her collarbone, then lower over her décolleté.

  "Sex in the oval office?" she asked with a purr. "I like the sound of that."

  "Yes. But not with me."

  She pulled her head back as her eyes widened with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

  "I've seen the way Jeremiah has watched you when he thought no one was looking..."

  Realization swept across her face as she figured out what I was hinting at. "You want..." her voice trailed off as she shook her head. "He is paid to watch me. It is literally his job as part of my security detail."

  "It may be a part of his job, but I can tell he really likes it. In fact, I can tell that he really likes you."

  "You can't be serious."

  "Oh, but I am. I can tell that he wants to sleep with you." I licked her lips tenderly, "And, I would love to watch that happen."

  "You don't think that it is too risky?" she asked as she grazed her lips along my jawline.

  "The risk is what makes it exciting." I kissed her forehead as my hands wandered down her back. "Though I feel that Jeremiah would not betray us. He is loyal to a fault, especially to you. That is the only reason I would ever consider him."

  She pulled her head back and stared up at me, "Are you sure about this, Mason? You know that I am game for most anything, but... your career is the most important thing here. I just..." her voice trailed off.

  "It will be fine. Trust me." Trust me, part of my slogan while I was campaigning. It worked with the voters, and obviously it worked with my wife. I could tell she was into the idea. She had an adventurous soul, and a heady sexual appetite.

  She grinned, "I do, Mister President, more than anything."

  I leaned back and pressed a button on my desk, "Jeremiah, I need you for a moment."

  "Mister President," Jeremiah nodded respectfully to me, then to Charlotte.

  "I need your help with something," I said vaguely with the hint of a smile.

  "What can I do?" he asked.

  Charlotte blushed as I said, "I want to celebrate with my wife. Specifically, I want to make the celebration special for her since she was key in helping me win. She is an amazing woman, don't you agree?"

  "I do, sir. Do you want me to ready the motorcade?"

  "No. Actually, I thought to have a small celebration here, and I wanted to invite you."

  "Oh..." Confusion flashed across his face.

  "Specifically, just the three of us. It seems my wife has a certain fondness for you, Jeremiah."

  Jeremiah looked from me to Charlotte, confusion still etching his face.

  "And, the old adage is true, happy wife, happy life. I want her to be happy, and I think you can make her extremely happy." My voice was dripping with innuendo.

  "Is this a joke?"

  "Absolutely not. I can tell that you have an interest in her as well. So, I would like for the two of you to..." I swayed my hand.

  Charlotte wasted no time. She moved in on Jeremiah and slid her arms around his neck while pressing her mouth against his.

  He stood still for a few seconds, probably shocked to his core, before he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as I watched them kiss. She was beautiful, elegant, and so fucking sensual. She knew just what to do to please me—even if it meant fucking another man so that I could watch.

  She broke the kiss and smirked as she said, "I want to suck your cock, Jeremiah. I've been fantasizing about it for a very long time." She grazed her hand across his pants.

  "I can't believe this is happening," he whispered as my wife knelt in front of him.

  "Neither can I," she admitted as she slid off his belt then unbuttoned his pants. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers and she pulled them down his thighs.

  Jeremiah's cock sprung out, erect and dripping with pre-cum.

  "My, my. Your cock is enormous. The biggest I've ever seen." She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him. Her fingers barely fit around his width.

  I leaned against my desk and unzipped my pants. I wrapped my hand around my cock, and couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy over just how much Charlotte was enjoying Jeremiah's monster dick. I stroked my smaller, thinner cock as I watched her suck on Jeremiah's pink, bulbous head, licking away the droplets of pre-cum.

  He ran his fingers through her silky hair and pulled her brown strands into a ponytail. He held her head as he rocked his hips and thrust his cock into pretty little mouth. She could only fit about half of it before she started to gag. He pulled back with a sheepish, "Sorry."

  "Don't apologize for having such an impressive big cock." She smiled up at him then flicked her tongue around the head, rolling it around the tip.

  "You're just so beautiful... I can't believe this is really happening." Jeremiah cooed.

  "I bet she'd like to feel that big cock of yours inside of her," I offered.

  "Mmm, yes please." Charlotte got to her feet and moved behind one of the sofas. She pulled her dress up over her hips after stepping out of her panties. Her slender legs were perfect as she leaned over the sofa, her ass on display for him. "Fuck me like this?" she asked.

  "My pleasure," Jeremiah said as he stepped in behind her. Her ran his black hands over the milky white globes of her ass, kneading her skin.

  I stroked my cock as I watched him ease the head of his cock between her glistening folds. She gasped as he impaled her, and I knew in that moment that I would never be able to satisfy her again with my smaller dick. The thought both depressed me and thrilled me at the same time. I couldn't help but imagine more of these secret rendezvous, with Jeremiah pounding my wife's pussy.

  He grunted with each thrust, and my wife gasped. Her fingers held tightly to the sofa as Jeremiah fucked her from behind. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his face was a mask of sublime pleasure.

  "Your cock is amazing! I've never been fucked so deep in my life!" she bragged. "I feel like I've never been truly fucked before! Oh my God, this is unreal. I can't believe how perfect you feel inside of me!"

  Jealousy and arousal surged through me at the same time, with arousal smothering every other feeling that tried to fight its way to the surface. Watching her take that big black dick made my entire body ache with pleasure. I felt overwhelmed with the need for release as I played with my cock.

  Jeremiah pulled the straps of Charlotte's dress down her creamy shoulders, then unclasped her bra and pulled it off of her completely. Her perky tits bounced with each thrust, and he snaked a hand around to play with her nipples. His rubbed her pink nipple between his fingers, giving it a pinch.

  Charlotte moaned a loud, drawn out sound of pleasure, and I almost feared that someone else from the Secret Service would check up on us—however, I had given strict orders earlier for no one to bother us this evening, that I wanted to spend some alone time with my wife. If they only knew.

  I was tempted to snap a picture, to freeze the moment so that I could look back on it later and enjoying it again, but I wasn't about to risk something like that getting out into the world. Somehow, I didn't think my more conservative voters would appreciate that the First Lady liked big black cock.

  "Oh, Jeremiah! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!" My wife yelled out. She was panting and moaning and looked more beautiful than I had ever seen. Her body trembled as she dropped her head. Her long hair swayed as she moaned the most delicious sound, a sound of utter satisfaction.


  "Me too," he whispered as he quickened the pace. Jeremiah pumped into her and grunted as his orgasm took control of his body. He tensed as he shot his load deep into my wife's pussy. It was as if he quit breathing for a couple of seconds before he gasped, then started to push into her several more times, fully emptying himself into her womb.

  I couldn't hold back either. Watching their orgasm was enough to send me cumming all over my hand. I knew that I would make a mess, but it was worth it. It wasn't every night that a man got to watch his wife take her first black cock... in the Oval Office, of all places.

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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 warm, 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) (Sex during a zombie apocalypse)

  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 hol
e. "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.