Temptation Collection (Cuckolded by my Hotwife) Page 7

  Noah switched hands and fed his soaking fingers between my lips. I sucked on his fingers, flicking my tongue suggestively at the tips.

  "I'm going to give you something else to suck on, beautiful." He pulled away and video called Tate, then sat the phone down so that it would have a good view of the bench inside of the dressing room.

  I gave a glance to the phone and smirked at my husband, then stretched out on the bench.

  Noah untied my bikini bottoms, then quietly slid out of his own pants, boxers, and shoes. He straddled the bench over my head and leaned over so that his cock was resting on my lips.

  I darted my tongue out and rolled it around the head, tasting his pre-cum while he maneuvered himself perfectly above me—careful not to smother me with his weight. Hot chills sizzled through me as he ran the tip of his tongue down my slit. I was careful not to moan or make any sound, not that I had much of an opportunity to with his big black cock filling my mouth.

  Noah thrust, pushing his inches between my pliant lips until the tip jutted against the back of my throat. He rocked his hips, easing his cock in and out at a slow pace.

  My mouth tightened around his shaft as I wet it with my tongue. I wiggled and undulated my tongue as he fucked my mouth, feeling my cheeks bulging slightly with his magnificent cock.

  A throaty groan had caught my attention and I realized it was Tate's voice coming from the phone. He must have locked his office door because I instinctively knew what he was doing in that very moment—he had his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping his fist furiously as he watched Noah and I sixty-nine.

  Keeping quiet was the hardest thing I had ever done. I knew that if we were caught, we would be thrown out of the store, or perhaps even arrested. The thrill of getting caught heightened my arousal, though the horror of actually getting caught was enough to keep my moaning to a mere whispery sound around Noah's cock.

  It was hard to think—everything faded away except the feel of Noah's tongue and cock. He lapped at my pussy like an exuberant puppy, his tongue lightning fast as he licked away between my pink pussy lips. My hips bucked and I ground my pussy against his face, wanting to feel him deeper.

  Noah slipped a finger into my tight entrance and pistoned his finger in rhythm with his licks. He pushed another finger inside and sought my G-spot while grazing his soft lips over my clit. Even white teeth grazed over the sensitive little nub, causing hot chills to sweep through my body.

  I felt as if my bloodstream was molten lava as heat rushed through my bloodstream. I tingled while little spasms rippled through my lower stomach. The air was heady with the scent of our bodies as we feasted on one another.

  He whispered in between licks, "I'm going to cum. Swallow it."

  The anticipation of his cum filling my mouth heightened my own arousal, and seconds before he shot off jets of creamy white fluid against the back of my throat, my own orgasm burst within me. It was powerful, more so than it had ever been due to the fact that I had to remain quiet, that I could not vocalize that precise moment when my orgasm ripped through me. I clamped my lips around his cock and swallowed his cum while caught up in the most rapturous sensations flooding through my body.

  He pushed himself off of me and held a finger to his lips as his eyes sparkled with mischief. Someone was outside the dressing room.

  My eyes went wide as someone tapped against the other door. "Uhm, do you need any help in there?" the sales girl asked.

  "No! I'm fine. I'll just be a moment!" I scrambled for my clothes while trying not to laugh.

  "Sex in a dressing room. Now we can check that off the bucket list, ya?" he said with a smirk.

  *

  "Where are we going?" I asked as I rolled my head to the side and looked at Noah.

  "To lunch," he replied as he turned onto a street that I recognized as belonging to the old money crowd. Houses were stately and palatial with perfectly maintained lawns and old trees covered in Spanish moss.

  "Mister Smartypants. Where are we going to lunch?" I asked as I playfully punched his arm.

  "My house."

  I tried to hide my surprise as we pulled into the circular driveway of a very old, very beautiful house surrounded by tall oak trees. "You live here...?"

  "Just moved in."

  In awe, I slid out of the car after he opened the door. "You bought this place? Wow. Color me impressed."

  "Inherited, sort of."

  "What do you mean?"

  "It belonged to my dad."

  "So, does that mean...?"

  "Yeah. He passed away a year ago."

  I laid my hand on his arm, "I am so sorry to hear that."

  "It's okay. We didn't get along."

  "It's hard for me to imagine you not getting along with anyone. You're so charming."

  He smirked, "Thanks." Linking my arm with his, he led me into the house. "I guess we were too much alike and butted heads." He gave a little shrug of his shoulders. "Anyhow. I guess it doesn't matter now."

  "What about your mother?"

  "She died when I was a toddler. Car accident. I really don't even remember her."

  I took a moment to admire the foyer, "Siblings?"

  "None. For so long it was just my dad and I."

  I was surprised at how much he was opening up, but I didn't want to ask what the sudden change was because I didn't want him to clam up again. "Have you always lived here?"

  "No. I went to college on the West Coast and lived out there until a year ago."

  "What brought you back here?" I asked as I stepped into the living room. Two leather sofas faced a glossy, wooden coffee table. The feel of the room was masculine, yet tastefully decorated, giving off that old money vibe.

  "My dad's funeral."

  "Oh." I nibbled my bottom lip. "You haven't been staying here?"

  He shook his head, "Only in the last week or so. I've needed time, I guess, to process."

  "Did he know you were a gigolo?"

  Noah chuckled, "Hell no." He tugged my hand and guided me into the kitchen. "Actually, I didn't become one until after the funeral."

  "Really? So how did you get into it?"

  "I was having lunch in the city with an old friend from high school shortly after the funeral. His phone was going off like crazy, so I asked him about it. He confessed that he ran a male escort agency."

  "Oh, wow. So he asked you to join?"

  "Nah. I asked him."

  I slid down onto a barstool at the kitchen island while Noah pulled ingredients from the refrigerator. "Why?"

  He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I don't know. I guess I just needed something different. A week before my dad passed away, my fiancé broke up with me out of the blue. Later on, I found out that she'd been having an affair. So, after the funeral, I just decided to stay here. I rented an apartment in the city and became a gigolo—no strings attached sex. No commitments to anyone—I didn't want anything permanent, not even my apartment, it was on a month to month agreement."

  "You were grieving." I was surprised to learn that he became an escort for reasons other than money.

  "Yeah, I guess."

  "So, what did you do before you moved back?"

  He sliced into a red bell pepper, "I owned a nightclub."

  "What happened to it?"

  "Sold it."

  "Ah. So, you're going to live here permanently?"

  "That is the plan."

  "What if your neighbors find out you're a gigolo? I don't think these kinds of people would approve."

  "I gave it up."

  "What? Since when?"

  "Since I met you."

  *

  "The view is stunning," Tate said as he slipped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin against my shoulder. "But, not as stunning as my beautiful wife."

  The ocean breeze gusted across the deck, rattling the windchimes. I smiled, "Flattery gets you everywhere, darling."

  "Does it get me here?" he asked as he slid his hand into my shorts.r />
  "Mmm, you should probably behave. Noah will be here soon."

  Tate whispered against my ear, "Probably, but I just can't help myself." His hand delved beneath my panties and he parted my pussy lips with his fingers and stroked one down my center.

  Hot chills simmered down my spine as he fingered me, raking the tips of his fingers across my most sensitive, intimate parts. I stared at the shore, watching as a couple walked along the water's edge. If they should turn and look towards the beach house, they would have easily seen Tate and I, with his hand shoved into my shorts. The thought excited me—some wicked part of me liked being watched.

  "I have been thinking about this all day," Tate said as he eased two fingers into my pussy, pushing them deep into my slick channel. "I want to make you so wet. I want to make you cum."

  I whimpered a soft little sound at the back of my throat. His fingers felt delicious as they stroked and touched me in all the right places. My clit throbbed as he raked his thumb across it roughly. "Tate... oh fuck, that feels so good!"

  "But this will feel better," he whispered against my ear as he tugged my shorts and panties off. Turning me around to face him, he hoisted me up onto the deck railing and pushed my legs apart. "I want to taste you."

  My stomach did a somersault, the muscles undulating as he settled himself between my thighs. I was ripe with anticipation. Tate placed his hands against the railing and leaned in to swipe his tongue over my pussy. He traced the tip of his tongue down my slit, giving it a slow, soft lick.

  "Tease," I muttered as he barely touched me.

  "You love it," he said as he gave my pussy these feather-light licks.

  My breath hitched. "I love you."

  "I know," he said with a devilish smirk as he glanced up at me, just before delving his tongue deeper and wiggling it around my folds. He licked at a quicker pace, tasting every part of me.

  I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt to keep my balance.

  "What a beautiful view," Noah said from the open door that led out onto the deck.

  I lifted my gaze and smiled seductively at him while Tate licked my pussy. "You're late," I scolded.

  "Traffic. But, if I knew I was going to miss getting in on this I would have speeded, traffic tickets be damned."

  I raked my fingers through Tate's hair and curled them, holding his head to my pussy as he eagerly licked me like a puppy with a new toy.

  Noah joined us at the railing and casually leaned against it to get a better view. "What a little slut," he said in that teasing, provocative way of his. He knew talking dirty would enhance my arousal. "I bet you don't even care if strangers walking by can see your bare ass." He leaned over slightly and kissed my shoulder, "You probably want them to watch you getting that hot little pussy eaten."

  A tidal wave of arousal crashed through my body, swelling with each naughty word uttered by Noah. Tate's attentions were unwavering, he never paused or skipped a beat as he ran his tongue up and down my pussy. Tate worked his fingers into my entrance, pistoning his digits at a sublime pace, finger-fucking me as he kept his tongue on my clit.

  "Ohhh," I moaned loudly, not caring who should hear. I loved it when Tate worshiped my body by licking my pussy. He was entirely too good at it, and knew just how to finger me while licking every soft, sensitive spot. "I'm going to cum."

  "I like the sound of that," Noah said beside me. He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled my head to his, claiming my mouth. His tongue pushed its way between my lips, licked across my teeth then forced them apart, seeking my tongue. He kissed me intently, deeply, until I was breathless.

  The moment felt decadent. Wicked. Sinful. My thoughts were heady with the fact that my husband and my strong black lover were there to pleasure me, to satisfy my every whim. I reveled in the fact that I had it all—a gorgeous husband and boyfriend who worshiped me.

  The fact that I thought of him as my boyfriend and not just a bull or lover surprised me. Having a lover was sexual. A bull was less than a lover, it was a cock attached to a man. But boyfriend? That implied a relationship. There were so many complicated emotions threatening to bubble up at that moment but they were immediately silenced by my orgasm. I came hard as Tate licked me. My orgasm rippled from the core of my being and burst in every direction, flooding my senses with the most overwhelming, delicious tingling sensations imaginable.

  I would have cried out but my voice was smothered by Noah's kiss. I shuddered, my body trembled with Tate's tongue on my pussy and Noah's tongue in my mouth.

  Breaking the kiss, I gulped in a deep breath as I pushed at Tate's forehead. "That was incredible."

  "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe," he said, smirking up at me.

  *

  The bar was brimming with a college-aged crowd. The music was thumping, bass reverberating off the walls from songs that I indulgently listened to while running on the treadmill every morning. Lambent light poured out onto the deck where Tate, Noah, and I sat drinking a beer. I wore my skinny jeans and a shimmering, backless shirt that sparkled beneath the moonlight.

  "I want to dance," I announced with a cheeky smile.

  "Sounds good," they both replied in unison.

  "Nu-uh, not with you guys. You both can stay here."

  "Who are you going to dance with?" Tate asked suspiciously.

  "I have my eye on someone." I stood and made my way inside. There was a hot young guy I had been watching at the bar. He was tall and athletically thin with dark brown hair and dark eyes. A tribal tattoo wrapped around a bicep, just visible beneath the sleeve of his polo shirt.

  "Hey," he quirked a brow as I took a place beside him at the bar.

  "Hey yourself, handsome," I said in a flirty tone.

  He warmed to my flirting but seemed slightly reserved. "Can I... buy you a drink?" he asked hesitantly.

  "I'd rather dance." I nodded my head towards the dance floor in invitation.

  He slanted his gaze to Tate and Noah on the outside deck. "Your goons won't dance with you?"

  I laughed out loud, "Goons?"

  He shrugged, "They look like bodyguards, all protective and stuff."

  I couldn't control my grin, "The one on the left is my husband, Tate, and the other guy is my boyfriend, Noah."

  His eyes went wide as saucers, "No shit?"

  "It's the truth!"

  "Come on, you're joking. You have a husband and a boyfriend? Who know about each other?"

  "Uh-huh. We have a fabulous time together." I casually leaned against the bar, "We are on vacation, actually."

  "So. Uhm. If they are here with you, why are you asking me to dance?"

  "Because you're young and hot," I said with a mischievous grin.

  He blushed under my compliment, "Thanks." He reached for my hand, "Are you sure they won't mind?"

  "My husband watches me have sex with my boyfriend. Do you really think he is going to care if I dance with someone?" I curled my fingers around his and headed out onto the dance floor with him.

  "Good point," he said with that adorable grin that caught my eye when we first entered the bar. "What's your name?" he asked.

  "Nina. Yours?" I replied as I ground against him in rhythm with the music.

  "Tyler."

  "A pleasure to meet you, Tyler." I gave him my most charming smile as we danced, my hips moving perfectly with the beat of the music. I felt decidedly wicked as I flirted with Tyler in front of both Tate and Noah.

  As the music ended, a slow song began to play. Without asking, Tyler slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close. Instinctively my arms entwined around his neck. "I like this song," I whispered as we swayed with the music.

  "I like you," he said cheekily. "So, how many boyfriends are you allowed to have?"

  I chuckled, "No idea! I haven't thought about it. Why do you ask?"

  Tyler slid his hands down my lower back and cupped my bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Well, if there is room for one more..." he winked.

  "
I like where this is going," I said playfully.

  He leaned in and brushed his soft lips against mine. My eyes automatically closed, and all I could think about was Tate and Noah watching as this hot younger stranger kissed me. I was instantly aroused at the thought of having yet another lover. Until that moment, I hadn't ever really given it any thought. Noah was at my beck and call, ready to fuck me senseless whenever I wanted.

  But this was different. I had never picked up a stranger at a bar--or anywhere for that matter. Casual sex had been against my nature back in my college days. However, in these last few months, I had changed, and I could barely recognize the girl I had been before. This new me wanted to try new things—new people.

  Heady with desire, I broke the kiss simply to breathe. My eyes locked with his and I stood there, debating if I should ask him back to the beach house. "I know nothing about you," I said out of the blue.

  "Tyler Hawston, twenty-five, med school." He smiled charmingly, "What else do you need to know?"

  "Hmm. Married? Girlfriend? Kids?"

  "Never married. No time for anything serious, so no girlfriend, and no—no kids."

  My hands roamed across his biceps. "And you think you're up for a little fun tonight? No strings attached?"

  He nibbled my neck, just below my ear. "More than ready."

  "Have you ever had a threesome?" I asked.

  "No. But, wouldn't this technically be a foursome?"

  "Nah. The husband will watch. He doesn't get to play unless I say."

  "Damn. You're bossy. That's so hot."

  "You ain't seen nothing yet," I winked playfully.

  *

  I pulled a chair to the bed and motioned for Tate to sit with simple instructions. My voice became that take-charge selfish diva tone that he seemed to like so much. "Darling," I whispered against his ear after he settled down onto the chair. "Because I'm so, so nice to you, I'm going to let you watch as I get fucked by not one man, but two sexy, hot men. Tyler is younger than you and probably has a lot more stamina, and I bet by his height, he probably has a bigger dick than this pitiful little thing here." I grazed my hand across his crotch, feeling him swell beneath my touch. "So be a good boy and stay seated. You can touch yourself, but you are not allowed to cum."