My Pleasure (Cuckolded by my Hotwife)

by Natasha Hunter

  Closing my laptop, I debated on what to wear for our 'date', then texted my gay BFF, Paul.

  "Do you have time to come over?" I texted with a smiley face.

  "Sure. Want to do lunch? I'm starving," he responded. "I can pick something up on the way?"

  "Sounds great. See you soon." I turned my phone off, then took a shower and did my hair while I waited for Paul.

  "Ava!" Paul called out from downstairs after having let himself in.

  "In the bedroom!" I yelled.

  "Why are we having lunch in your bedroom?" he asked as he walked through the door carrying a brown paper bag and a drink holder.

  My eyes lit with mischief. "Because, I need your help in picking out an outfit."

  "Okay..." he looked at me skeptically. "For what occasion?"

  "I have a secret," I admitted solemnly.

  "Your secrets are the best. How can anything beat your new webcam career?" he said, his eyes twinkling with merriment. "If those hags on the Board of Boringsville only knew."

  "Hey! They are my friends!"

  "But you loathe them!" he pointed out.

  "That's beside the point," I said with feigned indignation.

  "Oh, shut-up and tell me the secret! I'm dying here."

  "Well..." I paused for dramatic effect. "I have a date tonight."

  Paul rolled his eyes. "That is the most boring secret I have ever heard. No, wait. It is a close second to my mother calling this morning to let me know that her paperboy is throwing the newspaper into the neighbor's yard."

  "Wow, newspapers are still a thing?"

  "Apparently." He settled down on the edge of my bed and opened up the bag, pulling out two chicken wraps. "But anyhow, do go on about your snoozefest. I mean, date."

  "I was trying to say that I have a date with someone other than Grayson before you so rudely interrupted me." I stuck my tongue out at him.

  His eyes shot wide open. "No way! You're cheating on your husband?"

  "Not really, because he set it up!" I squealed.

  Paul gasped, "Omigod, girl. So his whole fantasy of you and another guy is really going to happen? Damn. Just... damn."

  My brows drew together as worry tinged my voice, "Do you think it would be a mistake?"

  Paul chewed his lower lip as he poked straws into our cups. "I don't know. I don't think it is. I mean, whatever works, right? As long as you both are into it. Don't go through with it if you feel forced."

  "I don't. I actually... kind of think it's hot."

  "Then there you go. What goes on between two consenting adults is no one else's business. Well, in this case, three consenting adults." He smirked.

  I took one of the cups and sipped it while sitting down opposite of him. "You're right."

  "So, who is the lucky guy?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  "A doctor at the hospital. But, he is moving soon, which makes it perfect, really. If things do go bad, then I won't have to see him around town, you know?"

  "Yeah, that's a good idea," Paul agreed.

  "So! I need help picking out an outfit. Something that says I'm-sexy-but-not-a-whore-but-I-want-to-fuck-you-while-my-husband-watches." I grinned cheekily. "Oh, and, what should I wear underneath?"

  "Hmm," he muttered with his mouth full of the chicken wrap. He held up a finger as he chewed, then followed with a sip of his drink. "What does he look like, do you know?"

  "Yeah, give me a second." I pulled up Dave's Facebook profile. "He's hot, right?"

  "Smoking. And, you've never met him before?"

  "No," I replied.

  "Hmmm. Well, let's see what you have on hand. This might require an emergency shopping trip," he said in all seriousness—one of the reason's I loved him so much. Paul got me. Too bad he was gay, he would have made the perfect lover.

  "Have you ever had a threesome?" I asked, all of a sudden curious about his sex life. We frequently talked about mine but he was rather reserved about his.

  "Yeah. I spent a weekend in Monterey with a couple a few years back."

  "Omigod, how did I not know this?"

  He shrugged casually, "It never came up."

  I threw a pillow at him. "I'm your best friend! I need to know these things," I said in all seriousness.

  "Yeah, yeah. Let's get back to what you should wear tonight. It is tonight, yeah?"

  "I think so. He didn't say."

  "You know what would be super hot?" his eyes lit with mischief. "You should do it at the hospital somehow."

  My mouth dropped open. "Are you joking? How would I even go about that?"

  "Get Caroline to help you?"

  My nose wrinkled. "But we hate Caroline." Caroline worked as a nurse at the hospital with Grayson, and was always trying to insert herself into our lives. She wasn't horrible, but her overly bubbly pushy behavior could be grating. In low doses, she was all right.

  Paul grinned, "We so hate Caroline but if she can get you into an unused room..."

  "You think I should tell her about Doctor Dave?"

  "No! Absolutely not. Just tell her you and Grayson are spicing up your love life and you want to surprise him with a quickie at the hospital. Technically, you wouldn't be lying."

  "True." My brow quirked. "But then we would have to have lunch with her or something. You know how she is."

  "It would be a small price to pay for the story of a lifetime," Paul countered.

  "Mmm, good point. Why don't you call her and ask? She is always trying to steal you away from me." I pretended to pout.

  "Oh, come on now, no pouting. It's just you and me forever! Well, and Grayson. And Dave, apparently. Oh, and Sebastian."

  "Who is Sebastian?"

  "A story for another time, darling."

  "Ugh! You and your secrets!"

  *

  A plan was hatched with Caroline and Paul's help. Caroline would find me an empty room and mark it occupied so that it would remain empty for a few hours. Paul found Doctor Dave's number for me and I began a text conversation with him. I brought him in on the plan and he agreed to it. Once I knew the room number I would text it to him and he would meet us there.

  Butterflies danced in my stomach as I walked into the hospital. The night air was brisk, certainly cool enough to require a long overcoat—which suited me just fine, it gave me an opportunity to hide my sexy nurse Halloween costume from college.

  I rode the elevator up to Caroline's floor and found her at the nurse's station. She gave me a conspiratorial wink and held up a finger, "I'll be right with you." She typed something into her computer, grabbed a file, then walked over to meet me. She dropped her voice to a whisper, "I have room 745 available, it's tucked away in the corner and very private. We only use it as a last resort because it is so far away from everything. It is a large room, has a fold out bed for family members. I think it will be perfect for your ohh-la-la!"

  I chuckled, "You are the best, Caroline. I don't know how I can ever repay you!"

  "You pay for lunch the next time we go out and we can call it even."

  Ah ha! I knew she'd want lunch, but I really didn't mind. Maybe I had been too harsh on Caroline. I actually appreciated her helping me. "Deal. I'll even ask Paul to join us—he adores you, you know."

  "Ohhhh, I just love him so much! Too bad he is gay. He'd make the perfect husband don't you think?"

  "Right? I think that all the time!"

  We both giggled.

  "Okay, I have to get back to work. The room is yours for the night unless some major catastrophe happens.

  "Got it! Thanks again!" I gave her a quick hug then headed in the direction she pointed. She was right, it seemed very secluded, tucked away in its own little corridor. I let myself in and dropped my purse onto the patient bed. I pulled out my iPhone after taking off my overcoat and snapped a few provocative pictures of my breasts bulging out of my too small nurse's costume. With a sly grin, I texted them to Grayson and told him that he needed to come to room number 745, stat!

  Whil
e I waited, I headed over to the window and glanced out. The city sparkled with lights twinkling in the distance. It was a lovely view.

  A knock on the door caught my attention and I turned around as the door opened.

  "Ava?" Grayson's brows rose in shock. "What are you doing here... damn. You look hot."

  I gave him a sultry smile as I walked over to him and lightly brushed my lips over his while I grabbed his crotch and rubbed it provocatively. "I'm afraid I'm going to need you to stretch out on the bed, doctor. I need to take your vital signs."

  "Oh, is it like that now?" he asked playfully.

  "Indeed. On the bed, doc. I am in charge now."

  "Yes ma'am, nurse."

  I smirked, "Better."

  Grayson stretched out on the bed after shedding his lab coat and dropped it onto a nearby chair. He tucked a hand behind his head as his eyes locked with mine. "Are you sure about this? What if someone comes in? How did you even arrange this?"

  "Shhh. Do you trust me?"

  He nodded, "Of course."

  "Then trust that I have it under control." I gave him a pretty smile as I neared the bed and began to massage his legs. I worked my way up his thighs until my fingers roamed across his bulge. "Looks like someone is in need of relief."

  "Yes, please."

  "Mmm." I tapped my fingertip against my lips, pretending to consider the situation. "I think I have a better idea." I stepped away from him and texted Doctor Dave the room number.

  "What are you doing?"

  "You'll see." I rested my hand on my slender hips. "You mustn't leave the bed, understood? No matter what happens, the patient must remain in the bed at all times."

  "All right," he agreed reluctantly.

  "Also, you mustn't touch yourself, nor are you allowed to cum until I say so. Understand?"

  "Yes, nurse."

  An airy smile stretched across my red, painted lips. "Splendid."

  The door swung open and Doctor Dave stepped into the room. "Evening, folks."

  "Oh my God..." Grayson muttered as he realized what was about to happen.

  "You needed something, nurse?" Dave asked, playing along. His dark eyes roamed down the length of my body and I felt as if I'd melt on the spot. My panties instantly became moist.

  "Yes, doctor." I sashayed over to him, my movements deliberately provocative as I slid my arms up around his neck. "I needed this," I said just before planting my lips against his. Our tongues met and I felt my knees go weak.

  It was one thing to imagine this moment but a whole other to actually go through with it. I was cognizant of the fact that this was the only other man I had kissed in years—that I was not only allowed to kiss him without ruining my marriage, but encouraged to. It was for Grayson's benefit just as much as it was for mine.

  Dave moaned into my mouth as his hands roamed down my back. His fingers slid beneath my scanty skirt and traveled across my butt cheeks.

  "I think we need to get rid of these," Dave said as he tugged at my panties.

  "As you say, doctor." I pulled away from him long enough to shimmy out of my tiny little panties, then resumed my position by slipping my arms around his neck once more.

  "Mmm, better." His hands slid beneath my skirt and cupped my ass as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. We kissed like horny teenagers, our tongues dancing against one another's as our bodies rubbed together.

  I had imagined this moment would have been vastly different—I thought that I would be more nervous, or that it would be awkward kissing a stranger. But, the reality was that it was far too easy to slide into this man's embrace and let him fondle my most intimate parts. I was too aroused to be nervous or embarrassed, and all I could think was how desperately I wanted to feel his cock inside of my pussy.

  Dave slid his hand over my ass and between my legs, his fingers rubbed against my damp folds. "Mmm," he muttered after breaking the kiss. His mouth roamed across my jawline and lower, to my neck.

  I imagined Grayson behind me, watching as Dave played with my pussy. Though he was already aroused before Dave ever came into the room, I imagined that his cock must be granite-hard by this point.

  "You're so wet," Dave cooed as he wiggled his fingers in my wetness.

  "For you," I replied in a sultry voice. I knew that part of the fantasy for Grayson was seeing me worshiping a big, black cock, so I knelt in front of Dave and unzipped his pants. I tugged the fabric down, freeing his cock and balls, then whistled appreciatively. "Your cock is enormous!"

  He chuckled, "Thanks."

  "I want to put it in my mouth." I glanced up at him, our eyes locked as I extended my tongue and lapped at the tip of his erection.

  Dave sucked in his breath and his stomach muscles went tense. "Suck it," he instructed as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

  "Mmm, good idea. But first, let's get you out of these clothes." I helped him with his shoes, then pulled his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He stepped out of them and stood before me completely naked. My mouth widened as I took the head of his cock between my lips. It was thick and meaty—much thicker than Grayson's.

  "Damn, you're good."

  I tried to smile up at him but it was impossible with his dick shoved between my cheeks. He filled my mouth completely and had inches to spare. I wrapped my fingers around those neglected inches and stroked him while I sucked and licked at the part that was in my mouth. With my other hand, I fondled his swollen balls. They were smooth and big—bigger than Grayson's, probably the biggest I'd ever seen.

  I wondered if everything was what Grayson thought it would be like as I licked at Dave's big black cock. I had hoped that he was still okay with the fantasy because we were now at a point of no return. I was there on my knees in front of a black stranger with his dick in my mouth while my husband watched—there was really no going back from that.

  "Suck that cock," Dave encouraged as he placed a hand behind my head and tried to force more of his cock into my mouth.

  I pulled my head back, nearly gagging. "Slow down there, Doc. I'm not used to sucking something big!" I licked my lips seductively before taking him back into my mouth. I made these soft little moans as I bounced my head back and forth, busily gobbling away at his cock. It was delicious. It had a slightly salty, natural taste to it. I took my time with it, wanting to prolong the moment—I was nowhere near ready for him to cum.

  Dave sucked in his breath through clenched teeth as he threaded his fingers through my blonde curls. I could feel his gaze, hot and intense, as he watched me sliding my lips along his steel-hard rod. "Mmm," he moaned. "Feels so good."

  I traced the tip of my finger over a bulging vein as my head bobbed back and forth. I could feel a mixture of my spit and his pre-cum dripping down my chin. It was erotically messy and oh-so-perfect.

  Behind me, I could hear Grayson ruffling around on the bed, probably to get a better view.

  I pulled away and stood up, knowing that my hair was mussed and my lipstick was smeared. I looked like a girl ready to be fucked and fucked hard. A sultry smile stretched across my lips as I unbuttoned my nurses top, freeing my breasts. The top had been so tight that I hadn't needed a bra.

  "Let me lick you," Dave said as he cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb across my erect perky nipple. He fondled it while sucking on the other. "I want to taste you, too."

  "Mmm," I moaned as he kissed a pathway down my stomach. He bunched my skirt up and propped one of my feet against the chair. My legs parted for him as he knelt beneath me. His tongue slithered along the crease of my pussy lips, causing hot chills to sweep through me.

  I placed my hand against the back of his shaved head while he wiggled his tongue between my folds. It felt so good I almost forgot to breathe. My gaze locked with Grayson's, and I smiled.

  Grayson smiled in return, then broke eye contact as his gaze drifted down my body to watch as Dave licked my pussy. Grayson's hand curled around his own erection and he slowly stroked himself. His cock was wet with his o
wn pre-cum, and I knew that he desperately wanted to cum.

  "Not yet, Gray. You have to wait."

  "I know," he answered with a husky voice.

  "But you don't," I said to Dave. "I want you to fuck me now."

  Dave gave my pussy a final sweeping lick before he stood up. "How do you want it?" he asked as his hands automatically cupped my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his fingers.

  "Against the bed." I moved towards the end of Grayson's bed and leaned over across the mattress at the bottom. From this vantage point, Grayson could watch us from the side—it would give him a perfect view as Dave thrust into me.

  "I love it." Dave got into position behind me and bunched my skimpy white skirt up around my waist. My bottom was bare, my legs lean and long, the muscles highlighted by the high-heels that I wore.

  Turning my head, I looked at Grayson's swollen cock. "Mmm," I moaned as I watched a bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip and dribble down the side.

  "I've been thinking about fucking this hot little pussy all day," Dave muttered, his voice deep and raspy and oh-so-sexy.

  I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my ass, and for a moment I had a panic attack as I imagined him pushing that massive piece of meat into my tiny ass. I'd just die! But then he slid it down and teasingly rubbed it against my folds. The sensations were breathtaking, shards of bliss bubbling through my entire body. Every inch of me—every cell—pulsed with erotic anticipation. I couldn't wait to feel his magnificent dick pushing into me.

  "Beg me to fuck you."

  "Doctor Dave will you please fuck me with your black cock?" My voice was sensual and strained with desire. I could feel my toes curling with anticipation.

  "Mmm. You want me to fuck you while your husband watches?"

  "Mmmhmm. Please."

  "You don't care if he sees you getting this black dick in your hot cunt?"

  "No! I don't care! I just want it! I want your black cock now! Please, oh, please!" I begged. I had never wanted anything so badly as I did in that moment. I simply had to feel him inside of me.