Undercover Cuckold
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James' hands slid slowly down her flanks, feeling her, holding her, pulling her against him.
“Spread your legs,” he said, and there was no question in his tone that he expected to be obeyed. The entire energy in the room had shifted, tilting towards him. James was in control now, of both of them.
Julie shifted her feet, parting her thighs without question or hesitation. She seemed in his thrall, under a spell almost, entranced.
“Hm... that's beautiful... a beautiful pink pussy,” he murmured, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, all the way up to the cleft between her legs. He slipped his fingertips between the folds of her labia.
She moaned, a great shuddering moan, and her head fell back slightly, her coppery hair falling down over her shoulders.
“P-please...” she murmured, sounding like she was in a kind of daze, her voice trembling and weak.
“Please, what?” he asked, and began to move his hand back and forth on her, teasing her clit and her opening. Scott couldn't help but noticed the soft wet sounds coming from her. She was drenched, absolutely soaking wet for him.
“P-please... please... put it...”
“Say it,” he said softly yet firmly.
“Put in inside me...” she breathed.
Scott felt himself get instantly hard. He'd been almost too frightened before to get erect, but this pushed him well over the edge. There was no suppressing it now. He wanted this, wanted to see it. He wanted it bad.
James just laughed. Scott didn't see how any man could resist something like that for even a second, but he made no motion towards advancing things yet.
“No, not just yet. You've got to earn that.”
“H-how?” she asked, her voice shaking with desperation.
Scott believed, in that moment, that she would do just about anything right now to get him to fuck her. He'd never seen her so eager, so totally consumed by need, not even on their wedding night.
“Get down on your knees,” James said, “unzip my pants. Take out my cock.”
“Y-yes?” she whispered, and she did as he'd ordered. Scott felt slightly faint with arousal as he watched her reach into the other man's pants and withdraw that huge black cock, ten massive inches of thick penis, dark and girthy. Her lily white hands wrapped around it, holding him.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said.
“M-my... my m-mouth?” she asked.
He didn't repeat himself, just put his hands on the back of her head, sliding his fingers deep into her red hair, and he pulled her down on himself.
She took him eagerly, engulfing his huge head between her lips. She sucked desperately, moving up and down, making loud slurping sounds, her hands twisting and sliding up and down his shaft, cupping and caressing his balls.
“Is this... is this... what you... like?” she asked, forcing the words out, as if she could hardly bring herself to take her mouth off him for even long enough to get out a single sentence.
Scott just stared. She'd sucked his cock before, once or twice. Mostly on birthdays or their anniversary, a special occasion carried out dutifully. She would let him put it in her mouth and she'd rock up and down for a minute. He'd always had the sense that she was counting down the seconds in her head until she could extract herself, be done with the task. He'd appreciated the sacrifice, but it did make him feel just a little bit guilty, so he never forced it on her too long.
This was different. It was like she... belonged to the other man. Like she was entirely his to do with whatever he pleased, and she would submit to anything, not just without complaint but eagerly. She seemed desperate for him, utterly consumed with desire.
He just leaned back, groaning softly and caressing her hair.
“That's a good girl,” he murmured, “that's good...”
“Thank you, sir...” she whispered.
Scott could hardly believe his ears. Don't stop, he caught himself thinking, please don't stop. He shifted himself back a little further into the shadows and reached down, his fingers twitching anxiously at the zipper of his slacks.
“Get on the sofa,” he said, “on all fours. It's time.”
Chapter Seventeen
Julie obeyed him, again eagerly, crawling up onto the couch and lifting her rump towards him. She rested her cheek against the armrest of the sofa. Her breasts heaved as her breathing got faster and faster.
James Cain stood up and moved into position behind her, clasping her bottom in his great dark hands. He gave her upraised ass an affectionate slap, then put his hand between her thighs. “Hm... nice and wet,” he said, as if he'd just noticed.
Then he slipped his finger inside of her.
She gasped, her hands clutching at the armrest of the sofa, her eyes closing and her mouth opening.
James stood there for a moment, fingering her deeply and slowly, luxuriating in her body, making her wait, making her linger in a state of anticipation.
“Please...” she whispered, “Please.”
“What?” he said, one hand coming up to clutch her ass, the other grabbing his cock by the base and lifting it towards her. The thick dark head batted at her soaking wet lips, brushing against her, teasing her.
“Please fuck me,” she moaned, her whole body shaking.
Scott was shaking too, trembling. He'd pulled down the zipper of his pants and undone the button without realizing it, without thinking. He'd reached in and taken out his cock. The little white thing seemed tiny in comparison to the other man's monstrous manhood. He closed his fist around it, clutching himself and trying his best to remain silent, to restrain himself.
He wanted nothing more than to start jerking himself furiously off; he felt like he could cum in about twenty seconds if he let himself go. He had to hold back, had to at least not embarrass himself.
“Fuck me, James,” she whimpered, “please fuck me with that big black dick, please!”
James smiled again, and he put the head of his penis between her slippery pink lips. Then, finally, he shifted his hips forward and, with one long smooth motion, he buried himself inside of her.
Her fingers twisted grabbing the armrest of the sofa so tight that her knuckles turned white. She clung to it, gasping weakly as he entered her.
“Oh... Oh God, is that... Oh, is that all you? Oh my God... This... this is...”
“Shh,” he murmured, clasping her hips firmly as he started to fuck her, “you don't have to talk. Just take it.”
He pushed deep, deeper and deeper until he was fully inside her. She gasped, twisting in his grip, writhing at his touch. The pink folds of her pussy were spread wide to accept the enormous girth of his powerful cock. It seemed too big for her body, too much to handle, and yet she showed not the slightest hesitation, never asked him to slow, never told him to stop. She seemed only to want more.
Her pussy gaped, wet and ready, swallowing his cock greedily as it filled her. The sounds of their sex filled the room, surrounding Scott, enveloping him completely.
His wife was having sex with another man. She was really doing it, it had happened so easily, no naturally. How could this be possible? How could it be that he wasn't furious?
He tightened his grip on his cock, jerking it quickly, almost violently. He couldn't restrain himself anymore.
James' hands slid down Julie's back, slowly guiding her lower until she was face-down on the couch, her rump lifted to meet his forceful thrusts.
“I... I want your cum...” she panted, “I want you to cum inside.”
Scott felt his eyes widen. He hadn't considered this. Suddenly he thought of the baby growing in Georgette Wilson's belly. All those times he'd forced himself to pull out, all those times he'd lost his nerve...
James grunted, pounding her relentlessly. Their skin slapped together in the heat of the gathering evening, their bodies linked by a primal bond upon which he could not intrude.
“Cum!” she moaned, “please just fucking cum! Just fill me up, James, please.”
Scott co
uldn't take it anymore. With a final gasp and groan, he orgasmed. His seed spurted out, spilling hot across his knuckles. His whole body shook as it was flooded with endorphins and pure physical pleasure.
Julie turned to look at him, and a smile flitted across her face. “You like that, don't you, baby? You like watching him fuck me?”
“Yeah...” Scott breathed, “yeah, I do.” He could hardly deny it, splayed there in the chair with his own issue glistening on his hand.
“You want to see him cum in me, don't you?”
Scott couldn't bring himself to say it. He couldn't speak the words. He just nodded.
She buried her face again, pushing herself deeper on the plunging cock that was filling her.
James grunted, his face twisting slightly, and he increased his pace, building to a frenzy that left her gasping and yelping and bucking beneath him. Then he slammed down one final time, ramming his massive cock deep into her, and he came.
Scott could tell, he could sense it, even if the man's groaning and low hiss of pleasure hadn't given it away.
Julie was practically sobbing with pleasure, her thighs shaking as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Her pussy took every drop of it, everything he had.
A moment later when he leaned back and his huge cock slipped out, slick and spent, her pussy was gaping open and filled with pearly white semen.
She turned on her back, her legs shaking and her breast heaving. She looked at James, and she looked at Scott. Her hair was in a mess, her face flushed, her fingers shaking. “Oh God...” she said, moaning weakly, “that... that was something.”
Scott laughed. He couldn't help it, he just burst out laughing. The whole thing was so absurd, so delightful, so insane. Laughing was the only thing he could do. He threw back his head and laughed.
A second later Julie joined in, giggling ecstatically, giggling until there were tears of hilarity running down her cheeks. James just shook his head, but he couldn't keep from joining in with a few low chuckles as well.
So there they were, three people laughing together in the heat of the Miami night.
At that moment, all three of them riding the swells of their fading orgasms, none of them could have imagined the danger that awaited them, or the pleasure yet to come.
* * *
Bugs chirped in the night. The distant ocean lapped against the far-off shore. The sparse night traffic slid silently through the darkness.
A man in black was sitting in a nondescript car, a pair of binoculars hung on a loop around his neck. He lifted them again and peered through the window the little house. He watched as a naked white woman straddled a smiling black man and kissed him fully upon the lips. He could just see them through the curtains waving in the wind.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and made a note in a little leather-bound book, then sat back in the seat. He lifted his binoculars again, and he resumed watching.
His employer was no doubt going to be very interested in what had happened in there tonight.
The night sky over Miami glittered with the bright points of a thousand stars, infinite beyond counting. The man lit a cigarette and put it to his lips. He took a slow drag and he smiled.
This was going to be fun.
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