"Fuck! I'm going to cum," he announced as he pounded her pussy at a furious pace. The bed squeaked loudly as he relentlessly pushed into her over and over. "Cum with me. Cum on my dick, girl."
Natalie gasped, her breathing fractured by soft little moans. She arched her back and closed her eyes as she let out a long groan. Her body trembled beneath his. Her orgasm was beautiful and intoxicating to watch.
Her orgasm sent Wyatt over the edge. He pushed into her quickly several times as he came, his cum filling her deeply.
Sweat dripped from Wyatt's forehead, splashing onto Natalie's chest as he caught his breath. "Damn, that was hot," he whispered as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
I had to agree. It was amazingly hot, so much so that I was cumming in my boxers. My fingers were drenched with my cum as I tried to hold my breath, to remain quiet so that they wouldn't hear me spying on them.
"I think we have company," Wyatt said with a chuckle.
"Oh?"
"Your man is outside watching. I'm going to invite him in."
Natalie nodded.
"Nick, get your skinny ass in here, dude."
I pulled my hand out of my boxers and wiped it clean on my shirt, then sheepishly pushed open the door and stepped inside of the room. My cheeks burned with humiliation from being caught. "Sorry... I shouldn't have been spying. I was just... I mean. I could hear Natalie and she sounded so sexy and I just wanted to watch."
Wyatt rolled to the side of Natalie and nodded towards the mattress, "Take off your clothes and join us."
"Are... are you sure?" I stammered.
"Yup. Clothes off. But. I have rules. This is my house. You are a guest. This is my bed that I am inviting you into. You graciously shared your wife with me, but I'm still king, got it?"
I wondered what kind of power trip he was on as I slipped off my clothes, but at the same time, I was desperate to get in on the action. "Yeah, okay."
Wyatt then looked to Natalie. "You cool with that?"
She gave him a lopsided grin and stretched catlike as if she were perfectly content to do whatever he said. "Of course."
"Good." Wyatt leaned over and flicked his tongue across Natalie's nipple. "Your wife tastes like heaven."
"I know," I said as I toyed with her other nipple. "I can't get enough of her."
"I can see why. She is perfect. You're one hell of a lucky man," he said as he stroked his fingers down her torso. Her stomach went taut and she sucked in her breath.
"I want to fuck her in the ass."
"She's never done that before."
"Even better. I like the idea of being her first." Wyatt slid his hand over her mound and fingered her clit as he licked her puckered nipple.
"Me too," Natalie agreed. She made a soft whimpery sound in the back of her throat as we licked her nipples and Wyatt fingered her.
I could feel my cock swelling as I watched his dark fingers slithering through her wetness.
"Turn over," he instructed Natalie. "Wrap your fingers around the headboard and tuck your ass in the air, legs spread."
Natalie shimmed around onto her stomach and positioned herself as instructed.
"Nick, grab the lube from the nightstand. We need to get her sopping wet. I don't want to hurt her."
I nodded with excitement as I grabbed the body and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of my hand. I dribbled some more onto the crack of her ass, then slid my hand down the crease of her fleshy white globes. Her little hole was dripping wet when I finished.
"Looks good," Wyatt said as he admired her pretty, shiny asshole. "Now me."
"What?" I quirked a brow.
"Rub some on my cock. I need to be well-lubricated before I fuck her."
My eyes widened with shock. I had never touched another man's cock before. I was frozen with fear, wondering what I should do.
"Hurry up, dude. I want to fuck her now."
I glanced to Natalie's face, looking for some sign of protest, waiting for her to say something, to say no. But she merely smiled at me, her face sublime, relaxed, sparkling with anticipation.
"O-okay," I murmured as I doused my hand with the slippery oil, then tentatively curled my finger's around his big black cock. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was actually touching another man's dick. Gathering my courage, I dribbled some along the length of his thick rod then rubbed it in. It felt so alien to touch someone else's erection, but at the same time, kind of familiar.
"Mmm. You got a light touch. Guess you know how to touch a man because you are one." He was leaning back on his heels, his cock pointed towards my wife's ass. "Rub it a little more. Get it nice and wet, and especially drench the head."
"Okay," I said obediently as I slicked the man's cock, paying extra attention to the head. Once he was all nice and lubricated, I looked at him for further instruction.
"We are going to take this nice and slow. I want you to play with her pussy. We need to keep her relaxed and aroused, it will make it a lot easier."
I nodded and slid my hand beneath my wife's stomach. My fingers danced over her mound and found her clit. She gave a little purr once I hit her little love button. "Mmm, I like that, Nick," she said softly.
"I want you to stay nice and relaxed, girl. It might hurt a little but I'll go slow," Wyatt said as he ran his hands across her ass cheeks.
"Okay," Natalie said with a slight whimper. I could tell she was both aroused and worried.
"You'll be fine," I whispered to her as I massaged her clit. "I bet it is going to feel amazing."
She chuckled, "You can say that because you're not the one having something so big shoved up your ass!"
"Mmm. Idea," Wyatt said as he slapped her ass. "Nick can go first."
"What?" I swiftly turned my head towards Wyatt, my brows high with surprise.
"Show her how it doesn't hurt," Wyatt said simply.
"Uh... I'm not gay."
"Didn't say you were, bro. But if you want to make your wife feel better, you'll do it."
My heart thudded rapidly as my face went white. "Natalie...?"
She looked at me with wide, beautiful eyes. "Do it, Nick. It is something we can do together."
My thoughts were a whirl. How could she actually want me to be fucked in the ass by a guy?
"Lube him up," Wyatt told her.
Natalie got to her knees and took the bottle of lube between her hands, "On your knees, Nick."
I was too stunned to protest. I couldn't find the words to speak out against such a humiliating act. It was one thing for Natalie to be experimenting, but a whole other ordeal for it to happen to me! In a daze, I leaned over and wrapped my fingers around the bed rails like Natalie had done. My ass was propped up in the air, legs split apart.
"Get him good and wet," Wyatt said as he got into position behind me.
I started to tremble as I imagined what was to come next. I couldn't believe it. I simply couldn't fucking believe that I was there, vulnerable to this man who wanted to penetrate my asshole.
"Okay. Relax, Nick. Natalie, play with his cock. Give him nice long strokes. He is so tense right now."
"Mmm, okay." She curled her dainty little fingers around my dangling cock and started to stroke it. It felt delicious, and I was instantly hard in her hand. My body became languid, my muscles loose as she stroked me.
Somewhere along the way, I became cognizant of the fact that Wyatt had his hands on my ass and was kneading my skin. I was surprised at how good his hands felt, and that thought sent me into the depths of embarrassment. My face flushed red.
"Relax, darling. Enjoy it," my wife cooed beside me as she stroked my cock.
I closed my eyes and simply focused on the dual sensations of Wyatt and Natalie's hands. Wyatt circled my asshole with his finger, then probed it.
"Relax."
"I am."
He poured some more oil down the crack of my ass, then started to fuck me with his finger. It was a strange feeling, yet I liked it.
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br /> "You like that?" Wyatt asked.
"Yeah," I whispered. "Feels good."
"Good, man. We are going to take this nice and slow." He said as he pulled his finger out, then pushed the tip of his cock against my puckered ring.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I felt him there, seconds away from him impaling me with his massive dick. But, I knew I had to take it since it was what Natalie wanted.
"Ohhh, sexy. Fuck his ass!" my wife encouraged as she jerked me off. "I never knew watching two men could be so hot."
I felt my breath leave my body when Wyatt pushed his cock into my ass. It was a sharp, hot pain that slowly subsided as my body adjusted to his girth. It was strange, intense, and so fucking arousing. I was utterly humiliated by the fact that I was enjoying having his cock inside of me. I was pathetic.
"See?" Wyat said as he pushed himself hilt-deep into my ass. "Nothing to it." He curled his fingers into my ass cheeks and started a slow rhythm of pumping in and out.
I was so close to cumming. Every nerve, every fiber of my being pulsed with arousal. It was overwhelming. I felt helpless and out of control, and betrayed by my own body. I couldn't understand how I was enjoying it!
"Crawl beneath him and suck his cock. He's about to cum. I can feel it," Wyatt said to Natalie as he slapped my ass cheek. "Want to get your dick sucked, boy?"
"Yes..." I whimpered.
"You like being a little girl and having your ass claimed by a man?"
I didn't want to answer—I just couldn't make myself say the words out loud.
"Say it," he spanked me harder.
Hot chills rippled across my skin. "Yes!"
"Say it."
"I like being fucked in the ass by you!"
"That's what I thought. Now you can cum in your wife's pretty little mouth. Shoot your load. I'm saving mine for her tight ass."
My breath caught in the back of my throat as my orgasm hit, rushing through me like a tidal wave, hot and violent. I filled her mouth with my sticky white substance as I sucked in a lungful of air.
"Roll over," he instructed Natalie.
She wasted no time in assuming her position once more, eager for Wyatt's cock in her ass.
He lubed her up again, then ever-so-slowly pushed his cock into her rimmed hole.
Natalie sighed a delightful sound of pleasure. "That is... amazing. I thought it would hurt but it doesn't, really."
All I could do was watch helplessly as Wyatt claimed her ass.
"Lick her pussy," he commanded.
Meekly, I scrambled beneath her and swiped my tongue across her soaking wet folds. I used my fingertip to pleasure her clit while I sloshed my tongue through her pussy lips.
Natalie gasped from pleasure, "Oh! Oh, it feels so good! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Wyatt pumped his dick into my wife's tight ass at a slow languid pace as I ate her pussy. Her moaning filled the sex-scented air and I knew that she was enjoying herself immensely. She ground her pussy against my face as if she could force my tongue deeper.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm so close! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh," she moaned as her body trembled, shuddering as she orgasmed. She pulled away from me, breaking contact, while Wyatt thrust into her ass, spilling his seed with a loud grunt. He pulled his cock out while he was still cumming and sprayed her ass cheeks with white droplets. Some of it splashed onto my face, spilling across my lips and chin.
"Mmmm," he moaned with satisfaction.
"This was fun. We should do it again," he said in a husky voice as he settled down beside my wife. "Tomorrow? I'll stop off for some more lube." He winked at me, "Going to need it since I have two asses that will need a good fucking."
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Temptation
Cuckolded by my Hotwife
Natasha Hunter
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I finished my shower and towel dried my long hair, then slid into a silky, red robe. Despite being married for over five years, I still made the effort to wear pretty, girly lingerie around the house for my husband, Tate.
We had met on Facebook, of all things- a friend of a friend of a friend kind of thing. We chatted almost daily for nearly a year before meeting face to face. Tate flew out to where I was going to college and spent the entire weekend with me. The attraction we had online carried over into real life, and we spent most of his visit between the sheets. He was everything I had imagined him to be, and more; he was perfect- tall, muscular body with an amazing smile. He had an easy going personality and charm for days. I was instantly smitten. He was slightly older than me, and working his way through law school. Though he came from serious money, he wanted to pay his own way through life and hadn't taken a penny of his parents' wealth since he'd left home at eighteen. I guess he wanted to prove to himself that he could. We married two years later after I had finished college, and moved to the East Coast.
"Nina?" He called out from the bedroom. "I'm finished with my list."
"Be right there, babe." I smiled to myself as I rubbed some perfumed lotion on my legs and arms, then cinched the belt of my robe. As I walked into the bedroom, I took a moment to appreciate just how sexy my husband was. He lay on our king-sized bed, stretched out with a towel around his waist, glancing at his phone.
I stepped over to him and tugged at his towel. "This thing is in my way," I said playfully as I pulled apart the white cotton fabric. His cock twitched in response.
Tate smirked up at me, "That a fact Mrs. Alancourt?"
"Oh, indeed." I grazed my hand across his torso, trailing my fingertips through the dark line of hairs that stretched from his naval to his cock. "You mentioned a list?" Exchanging Christmas wish lists on December 1st had been our tradition since we first started dating. We would each write down ten things we'd want as gifts, and the other would choose at least three or four from the list. It had always been a lot of fun because we knew we'd get something that we wanted but we never knew exactly what it would be.
He offered up his list as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. I quickly read each request, smiling as I finished the last two. "Uhm..." I lowered the piece of paper while my brow shot up. "Are you teasing me?"
He looked at me sheepishly.
I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, trying to make sense of his request. "You're serious...?"
He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah."
"How long have you uhm...wanted this?"
"I don't know. And of course, you don't have to." He pulled at the belt of my robe and untied it. His hand roamed across my stomach.
"I know. It's just...I never knew you were into something like this."
"It seems interesting. I don't know how to explain it," he said.
"Well try. I mean, you want to see me have sex with another man?" He had listed cuckolding as his tenth request.
"Yes," he admitted so softly the word was practically a whisper.
"Do you have anyone in mind?" I asked as I wiggled my hips, rubbing myself against his crotch. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me.
"No." He lifted his hands and grabbed my hips, his thumbs caressed my hips. "It should be a stranger, I think."
"A stranger?" The idea of him wanting me to sleep with a stranger excited me.
"A black stranger."
I leaned over and rubbed my lips against his, kissing him softly as he pushed my robe over my shoulders. The silk fell apart and he slid his hand over my slim torso. His fingers spread over my breast and he played with my pink nipple.
I moaned against his mouth and licked his lips. I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the
second. "You want me to fuck another man?" The idea was taking root, and I couldn't help but be turned on by the fantasy. At least, in that moment it was fantasy. I didn't know if I could actually ever go through with something like that.
"Yes," he groaned the word.
"You won't be jealous when I let him put his big black cock into my pussy and fuck me?" I asked seductively. I closed my green eyes slightly, staring at him through half-lids.
"Yes," he admitted. "I will be." He rubbed my nipple between his fingers. The sensations sent little jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.
"But you want me to do it anyhow?" I asked in a raspy voice.
"Yes. Please."
'Please? He must really want this,' I thought."So... where will I find this mysterious, black stranger?"
"Online." He pulled me closer and darted a tongue out, flicking it against my nipple.
"You've put some thought into this." I sucked on my bottom lip as he feasted on my breasts, enjoying the feeling of his tongue darting between the two.
"Mhm."
"Let's say I find someone online. Then what happens? Do I meet him somewhere or does he come here?"
"You meet him at a bar," he said.
"Makos?"
"Yes."
"Will you be there?"
"Yes. At the bar. I'll be watching."
"So I meet him for drinks. And if I like what I see, I ask him to take me back to my room?"
"Yes. I'll be in the next room. And I will have a video camera so I can watch."
I let the fantasy of flirting with a stranger at a bar play through my mind. "If I like him, can I give him a blow job at the table?"
"Oh fuck yeah. I want to watch you suck him off so bad," he said as his hands roamed down my back, kneading my skin. He grabbed my ass and pulled me harder against his crotch.
"You want to watch me suck his thick, black cock?" I licked my lips, imagining another man's cock being pushed into my mouth.
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