The
BBC, The Hot Wife and the Cuckold: Book 1
By
Jennifer Lynne
Trisha
stepped out of her shorts and stood completely naked in front of her tall,
black dance teacher, her gloriously naked breasts heaving with pure lust, her
nipples angry red and the stiffest I’d ever seen them. Giving her new lover a
most lascivious smile, my hot, naked wife clambered onto the bed – our
marital bed – and reclined with her legs spread wide and her swollen pussy lips
parted to reveal the tantalizing flash of slippery pink flesh and tight, dark
hole that nestled within. “Are you going to fuck me with that thing, or not?”
Trisha asked, her voice deep and dripping with pure shamelessness. She reached
out a bare foot and stroked Raymond’s rigid dick with her toes, making it
twitch and jerk against the soft, sensitive skin of her sole.
Needing
no second asking, Raymond climbed onto the bed and knelt between Trisha’s firm,
damp thighs and gazed down at my wife’s smooth, pink pussy like it was the most
wonderful thing in the world.
Of
course, I knew first-hand just how delightful my salacious spouses’ tight, wet
pussy was; its perfect, slightly piscine scent, the salt-sweet taste of its
copious slippery juices and the impossibly taut muscles that could grip a dick
like a vice and bring it off with rhythmic squeezing alone. Yes indeed,
Raymond’s broad, bulbous cock was in for one hell of a treat between my hot,
sexy wife’s spread legs and those smooth, firm thighs.
And
all I could do was watch and masturbate my own cock, imagining that it was I –
the poor cuckold – who was about to plunge balls-deep into that dark hole that
winked from between my sweet Trisha’s engorged and so delectably slick pussy
lips.
But,
instead of sticking that magnificent cock of his into my wife’s hot, wet and oh
so willing cunt, Raymond manoeuvered himself around
and over Trisha’s sweat-dampened body so that his face was poised between my
wife’s legs and his cock rested in the deep valley of Trisha’s cleavage, his
hairless balls snuggled in the sexy little hollow at the base of Trisha’s
throat.
“You
gonna eat my tight little cunt out?” I heard my wife say as she pressed her
tits together to engulf her lover’s cock in soft, malleable flesh. “I do hope
you do a better job than my useless husband.” My heart sank; for all these
years I’d labored under the assumption that I had been doing an awesome job of
licking out and tongue-fucking my wife. “He goes at my clit like he’s trying to
lick the damned thing off,” Trisha continued, “almost has me on the ceiling
every fucking time!” She laughed at this harsh revelation and Raymond laughed
along as he lowered his face ever closer towards the wet, fleshy heaven of my
wife’s dripping wet pussy.
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