Quickies (Cuckolded by the Hotwife) Page 5

  "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."

  With 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?

  She wanted it, I decided. She wanted everything I had to give her. She wanted my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I wet my lips before leaning over her pussy, glistening with her dewy wetness. Pushing her legs further apart, I split her open and ran my tongue down the length of her heated slit. She tasted like heaven. Like sin. I savored her essence as I writhed my tongue between her plump, fleshy pink lips.

  Cloe started to squirm and I gave a quick glance up to see if I had awoken her, yet her eyes remained closed. I continued my assault, licking her like a man starving, drinking in her juices. Her wetness flooded my face, my chin and lips were drenched. Even if she were sleeping, I could tell that she was enjoying it. It must be one hell of a wet dream, I thought, as I twirled my tongue around her clit. I sucked the little bud between my teeth and nibbled it as I probed her with my fingers.

  She was delicious.