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  "Oh, my god," I muttered, the sound muffled against the bed. "That feels so fucking good."

  Noah slid two fingers into my pussy while rubbing my clit, and began to finger-fuck me while Tate fucked me in the ass.

  Tate and I had discussed anal sex in the past, but it was something I had never had the courage to try. But now, I was game for anything. I felt like a new woman. A goddess, even. I could try anything, have anyone, and suffer no repercussions. In fact, my husband enjoyed it just as much as I did.

  "I'm going to cum!" Tate growled behind me, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in your ass!"

  The sound of his voice, so sensual and aroused, brought me to the cusp of another orgasm. It was mind blowing how easily, how quickly they could make me cum together. Noah, sensing my building pleasure, thrust his thick fingers into me deeper, faster. My toes curled and every part of me shuddered as I came.

  My moaning mingled with Tate's as he dug his fingers into my skin and held me in place while he came, shooting gobs of sticky white cum into my ass. He slowly pulled out of me and slumped onto the mattress beside me. I rolled over onto my back, and Noah snuggled up to my other side.

  "This has been an amazing night," I said as I rolled my head to the side and kissed Tate, then turned to kiss Noah. "Thank you."

  "Our pleasure, I'm sure," Noah said as he lazily ran the tip of his finger around my nipple.

  "Indeed," said my husband just before pressing his lips against my shoulder.

  "Having two men is... mind blowing," I said, sighing with satisfaction. A devilish smile curled my lips, "And, I think I'm ready to kick it up a notch. I think I'm ready for three."

  *

  Temptation, Part 3

  Cuckolded by my Hotwife

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2017

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  Tonight was the big night. I had planned every last detail to make certain Camille's first showing was a success, and my hard work had paid off. The gallery was filled to the brim with a myriad of patrons—locals with family names stretching back to the Mayflower, tourists who wanted a pricey souvenir to take back home, and hipsters who were all looking for the next big thing.

  I took a sip of champagne as I stood outside, casually leaning my back against the ornate, black railing that sectioned off the sidewalk from the boardwalk. The balmy night air blew across the outdoor patio and ruffled the hems of our cocktail dresses.

  "Tonight has been perfect, Nina. I feel like I'm dreaming," Camille said as we watched a group of five step into the gallery.

  I mentally calculated that if just one of those five bought something, sales would be higher than they ever had been for a showing. "I told you so! I knew that everyone would absolutely love your work and that you'd make a fortune!"

  "You can't know how thankful I am for everything you've done for me," she said sincerely.

  "Hey, my commission is thanks enough," I smirked playfully as I nudged her with my shoulder. "Really, I'm just glad I could help."

  "I just don't think I could have done any of this without you."

  "Well, hey. It's my job. And, we are helping each other out. I've never had such a turn out at one of these events." I flicked my gaze to the glass front doors of my gallery, watching as a well-dressed couple went inside. Soft light poured from the store front windows, and I watched with satisfaction as tourists and locals mingled around Camille's artistic photography.

  Camille beamed. "It's surreal. A few months ago I was an amateur photographer, and now I am a professional with people actually buying my work! I never thought anything like this was possible."

  I couldn't help but share in her excitement. "Just remember the little people when you become a billionaire," I grinned cheekily.

  "Oh, shut up. I'm just happy that I can afford Janie's tuition. Anything else is just icing on the cake."

  "How is she doing?" I asked before taking a sip of my champagne.

  "Janie? Oh, doing great. She's bugging me to take her to Disney World for spring break. Maybe now I can afford to."

  "You'll be able to take her anywhere in the world after tonight. These sales are just the beginning, I hope you realize."

  "Pinch me. I'm dreaming," she sighed wistfully. "So, can I ask you something?"

  "Of course!" I slanted my gaze towards her as my brow arched. "What's up?"

  "You ever think about having kids? Janie adores you, you know. And, you're so good with children," she said. "I think you'd make an amazing mother."

  I huffed out a breath. "For so long I've concentrated on my frame work and the gallery. This place is my baby." I admired the building proudly as I swept my gaze across the front. Every detail was painstakingly chosen by me, from the awnings to the shrubbery covered in twinkling white lights. "But lately... I don't know. I've felt my biological clock ticking away."

  Camille rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on now. You're not even thirty! You have plenty of time to start a family. No need to rush it if you're not ready. I was just wondering, I suppose, if you and Tate were planning on having one in the future. Or, more than one maybe?"

  I nibbled my bottom lip, "Honestly, I've thought about it but, I haven't discussed it with Tate. It's one of those subjects we've danced around but never really had a grown-up conversation about. But... with our lifestyle now, I don't know how we'd even go about it." I flushed with embarrassment, knowing my blushing was coloring my face all the way to my hairline. Despite Camille being my very best friend, I still had a hard time discussing my new cuckolding lifestyle.

  "Ah. That. How is that working out?" she inquired. "I've been wanting to ask but I didn't want to pry. Well, I did want to pry obviously, but I have patiently waited until you brought it up!" she chuckled.

  "Honestly? It feels like I am living a double life. But overall, things are great. It's like having your cake and eating it too. It feels so decadent, having a husband and a lover, and everyone is completely fine with it!"

  Camille chuckled. "I'm so jealous! I wish Sean would be into something like that."

  "Seriously?"

  "Oh, yeah! It does seem like you have everything you could possibly want. Two beautiful, wonderful men slaving over your body at your every whim? Come on! That is what fantasies are made of, and you're actually living it!"

  I couldn't help but grin. "I've never been happier," I admitted before taking a sip of my champagne. "Want to know something horrible?"

  "Of course."

  "I've thought about going off of the pill and just letting nature take its course."

  Her eyebrows rose a notch. "Wow, seriously?"

  "Yeah... do you think that is a horrible idea?"

  "So, you wouldn't know who the father of your child was until after it's born?"

  "Exactly. If it is Tate's, then perfect. But if it is Noah's, then that would be the ultimate humiliation for Tate. And, since he started this whole thing, he couldn't complain."

  Camille hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, then said, "Honestly? I don't think that is fair to either of them. Having sex and a relationship with Noah is one thing, but having a child with him is a whole other thing. It isn't fair to just spring a baby on someone who might not want children. If you haven't had this conversation with Tate, I'm sure you haven't had it with Noah. So, if you are seriously thinking about a child, then you should discuss it with the both of them. You have to think of what is best for the child. You don't want Tate resenting a baby that isn't his, and you don't want to force Noah into fatherhood when he isn't even married to you."

  I nodded with a soft sigh, "You're right, of course. I guess that is selfish of me. I have everything I could possibly want, and really, I don't think I should tempt fate and ask for more." Even as I said the words, I could feel something inside of me protesting. I couldn't help but want it all
. My husband, my incredibly hot black lover, and a baby.

  *

  I met Noah in the city—it was far enough away from our touristy, coastal town to give us a certain amount of privacy. I was always worried that I would run into someone I knew when I was out and about with Noah. Not that I particularly cared, but, I did have to consider Tate's reputation at the firm. We had an image to protect—the young and successful, happily-ever-after couple who would never, ever, indulge in a lifestyle of forbidden lovers and debauchery.

  Ha! If they only knew.

  "Hello, beautiful." Noah widened his arms and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed the top of my head, the tip of my nose, and then my lips, his kiss soft and chaste. "How was traffic?"

  "It wasn't bad." I slipped my arms around his waist and loosely entwined my fingers together. "How long can you stay?"

  "The entire day. I have nothing scheduled."

  I grinned, "How splendid! Tate hates shopping. Like, he truly loathes it. He will go if I ask him very nicely, but I know he would rather be anywhere else in the world."

  "Lucky you have me then, huh?" Noah raked his fingers through my hair and bunched it up, lifting it off of my neck to brush his lips across the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. "Because there's nothing that I don't like doing with you," he whispered suggestively.

  A thrill of desire slithered down my spine. "If you keep that up, I'm going to forget shopping and drag you to the nearest hotel and have my way with you."

  "Promises, promises," he said playfully as he licked my earlobe, then sucked it between his teeth and nibbled on it.

  My fingers curled into his jacket and I shuddered as he expertly worked his lips down the slender column of my throat. "Focus, Noah. I need clothes."

  "Ha! I've seen your closet. I doubt you need anything," he teased. Well, except this," he said as he cupped my breast and gave my nipple a hard squeeze.

  "Hey! You sound like Tate. I thought you were on my side."

  "I am. But you can't blame me because I just want to fuck you senseless right now."

  I wiggled away from him. "There will be plenty of time for that this weekend." I had planned a weekend vacation for the three of us, having rented a gorgeous beach house with a hot tub a couple of hours from where we lived. Tate had teased me about it, saying it wasn't much of a vacation because we lived near the beach already, but I thought it was perfect, and couldn't wait until Friday.

  His eyes smoldered, "Fine, fine." He licked his lower lip seductively. "I promise to keep my hands to myself on one condition."

  My brow quirked, "And that is?"

  "Flash me."

  I chuckled. "What? Are we teenagers now?"

  "I want to see a little something, and I'm sure Tate does too. Get in the backseat and I'll snap a couple of pictures."

  "You can't be serious."

  "Oh, I am. I definitely am." He opened up the back door of my Lexus LX and swayed his hand towards the back seat. "Go on, just a quick look."

  I playfully rolled my eyes. "Men! Can't focus on the task at hand when you have sex on the brain!"

  "At least you know what you're dealing with, hmm?"

  I stuck my tongue out at him as I slid down onto the back seat. "Is there anyone around?"

  "Nope. So, go on. Flash me."

  I waited for him to pull his iPhone out and ready the camera before I tugged my shirt up, exposing my well-toned stomach and slinky bra. "Happy?"

  "Not even close. Pull your bra up."

  "Omigod!" I knew it was hopeless to argue, and that I wouldn't get any shopping done until he had his fill. "Now are you happy?" I asked as I tugged the satin fabric up over my breasts.

  "Hmm, almost," he said as he copped a quick feel. His large hands roamed over my tender white flesh and he plucked my nipple. It stood erect and hard and I had to forcefully stop myself from imagining his mouth wrapping around it.

  "Take the picture!"

  He quickly snapped a few more and texted them to my husband. Noah chuckled, "Tate wants to see your pussy."

  I growled a sound of frustration. "I need clothes!"

  "I told him that. He said you've already stolen half of his closet and that there is nowhere else to put anything."

  "Lies, all lies."

  Noah held up his hands defensively, "Hey, I am just the messenger." A smile curled his lips, "So, about that picture of your pussy?"

  "I'm not getting inside until you take it, right?" I asked with a playful sigh. I parted my legs and tugged the satin fabric of my panties to the side. "Hurry, before someone walks by."

  He snapped the photo and sent it to Tate. "He wants just one more picture."

  I furrowed my brows as I contemplated murdering them both. "What now?"

  Noah stepped closer to me and before I could react and rubbed my pussy lips with two fingers while taking a five-second video. "That." He smirked, then stepped away. "So, ready for shopping?"

  "Dammit!" I exclaimed as I straightened my clothes. "Get me all hot and bothered, won't you?" Hot chills of desire swept through me and I half considered pulling Noah into the back seat to fuck me, but then decided against it because I really wanted to shop! "Such a tease."

  "Hey now, you're the tease in this little scenario. You're the one wearing a skirt and those silky little panties."

  "I wore this to work today! I'll have you know this is considered professional business attire, Mister Noah."

  "Uh huh. I guess you just make anything sexy."

  *

  We spent the following two hours trying on clothes, with Noah following me around like a dutiful 'husband' carrying my purse and patiently waiting outside while I tried on outfit after outfit. It was easy to slip into that role—something between lover and spouse. There was an intimacy growing between the two of us, something more than just sex partners. I enjoyed his company and I adored being around him even when we weren't fucking.

  Sometimes I would become overwhelmed if I let my thoughts go there—what it would be like if Noah was my husband instead of Tate. It was easy enough to get caught up in the fantasy but horribly dangerous. I was old enough to recognize the fact, that, despite how wonderful everything felt with Noah, he was still so much a part of a fantasy.

  I knew so little about him. Every time I would try to pry into his personal life, he would deflect the questions and bring the conversation back around to me. He was a master at it and I wouldn't even realize until later that he'd breeze right past my prying without giving anything away.

  The mystery was fun in the beginning, but after spending so much time with him, it was becoming tiresome not knowing the real man behind the fantasy. I wanted him to open up, but I didn't know how to actually make that happen.

  "Are you trying on the green one?" Noah called out from beyond the dressing room.

  "Yeah, one sec." I tied the spaghetti strings behind my neck, then adjusted the ones on the sides of the bikini bottom. "I think this is the one!" I called out as I skimmed a critical eye down the dressing room mirror. The lime green fabric accentuated my summer tan, making my skin glow. I liked it the best of all the ones I had just tried on and liked how it was sexy without being too scanty.

  "Well, come on out. I'm dying to see."

  I stepped out of the dressing room and tiptoed over to where Noah sat on an oversized, stuffed bench. "Well, what do you think?" I struck a pose while laying my fingers against my slender hips.

  He let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Damn, girl. That is my favorite."

  "Mine too."

  "Let's see what Tate thinks."

  I smiled seductively, posing as Noah took the picture and sent it to Tate. "He likes it, too."

  "I think we have a winner. I still need a sarong."

  "A what?"

  "You know, those things you tie around your hips over your bathing suit?"

  "Why would you want to cover this up, hmm?" he asked as he stood and placed his hands on my hips. "It's perfect just as it is."

 
"You just don't want to shop anymore!"

  "It's not that..." his voice had that heady, sexual tone to it. "I just can't stop thinking about how gorgeous you were in the back seat of your car."

  I lifted my gaze and locked it with his, "You, sir, are just a charmer, and I am onto your wily ways." I smiled playfully.

  "Oh, are you now?" He grazed his hand over my butt and slipped it beneath the fabric of my bikini bottom. "I think we will have to see about that."

  "Noah!" I exclaimed while I wiggled, trying to pull away from him. "We are in public!" I nodded my head in the direction of two women who were shopping nearby.

  "My bad." He gave me a devilish smirk as he breezed past me and grabbed me by the hand. His fingers curled around mine and he tugged, pulling me into the dressing room. "Now we aren't," he said as he dipped his head and licked the side of my neck.

  "Seriously? Sex in a dressing room? Such a cliché. You can do better than this!"

  "Oh, I can, but sometimes in life we have to improvise and take advantage of the moment, wherever that might be. And, it just so happens that we are in a dressing room and you're looking hella sexy and all I can think about is tasting you. So, if fucking your hot little pussy in a dressing room is a cliché, then so be it."

  My breath hitched as I felt Noah's fingers slipping into my bikini bottoms. My legs parted automatically, giving him better access to my most private parts. "Noah, we shouldn't."

  "Oh, we should. We definitely should."

  My eyes partially closed as he expertly touched me, knowing exactly how I liked it. He could make me purr with just a few flicks of his fingers across my clit. I could feel myself growing wetter. "What if someone hears?"

  "If someone hears, they will wish that they were you," he said in a raspy voice.

  I whimpered, unable to resist. Every part of me tingled, from head to toe, inside and out. I rested my head against his shoulder as he fondled me, playing with my pussy until my legs trembled and he had to hold me up. My juices drenched his big, black fingers.