by Reed James
She climaxed the moment the cold metal touched her hot clitoris.
“Oh god, Frank!” Evie screamed, her voice echoing through the garage. Waves of passion pounded through her, and she didn't care if she was heard; she needed to shout her submission to her husband as loud as she could “Oh, Frank! I'm your slave tonight!”
“Good! Hurry home!” The phone went dead.
She slammed her trunk, heart pounding and juices flooding down her thighs. She walked around the car and froze; a man watched her. His eyes widened with surprise that transformed into lust. She couldn't stop the sexy smile that filled her face, and posed by her driver door, letting the stranger drink in her beauty. Tonight, she was roleplaying an exhibitionist slave, and she reveled in the depraved excitement of her role.
No words passed between her and the stranger. His thin lips curled in a depraved smile, and she noticed the bulge forming in brown slacks. She blew him a kiss, batted her thick eyelashes at him, and ran a finger through her silky pubic hair. He was handsome, with broad shoulders and a strong chin, and if she wasn't married...
“Christ,” the stranger groaned, taking a half-step towards her.
She had teased the guy enough, and her husband waited, so she slid into her car and started the engine. The guy shook his head, slumping away. Her heart raced; part of her wanted to let the man take her right here in the parking garage. But that wasn't the game tonight.
Her phone chirped; a message from Frank. It was a single pic: a woman's pussy speared on her husband's cock. She licked her lips; a nervous, clammy thrill ran across her skin. Seeing the picture made it all real; another woman was fucking her husband.
Frank called back.
“I got bored waiting,” he gloated over her car's speakers; her phone was synced to the car's radio via Bluetooth. In the background, the mysterious woman moaned and panted. “She's got a tight pussy. Better hurry, or I'll cum in her dirty cunt.”
The other woman purred in delight.
Evie stepped on the gas, peeling tires echoing through the parking garage. She liked to drive fast when she wasn't in a hurry. Tonight, she flew home, accompanied by the symphony of her husband's and his lover's passion.
“Ride me harder, slut!” Frank moaned, bedsprings rasping. “She's so tight, Evie! And her tits! Big and pillowy! They feel great in my hands, and her slutty, little pussy tightens when I pinch her nipples.”
Every time she had to stop at a traffic light, she shoved her hand between her thighs, furiously frigging her clitoris. Whenever a car pulled up alongside her, she wondered if they could see her nipples through the corset's mesh bodice—if they knew just how naughty she was being. At the fourth light, a guy in his twenties, a scraggly beard sprouting on his chin, glanced over; his eyes bugged out of their socket. He was in a truck, and he could see right down into her crotch.
“I'm being watched!” she loudly gasped so Frank and his slave could hear her depravity. “He can see my fingers pumping between my legs!”
“Cum for him!” Frank moaned. “Show him just how much of a slut you are!”
She obeyed and came hard, writhing for her new, voyeuristic lover. Her body shuddered in her seat, a puddle of her passion seeping into the upholstery and sticking to her butt.
Frank groaned in the background, “That's it, slave! Be the whore! Be the shameless hussy!”
“I am!” she gasped, stomach churning with lust. “I'm your shameless hussy, Master!”
Her pleasure withdrew like the ocean's tide. She raised her fingers to her lips, licking every last, spicy drop as she gave the man a sultry stare. The light turned green; she blew him a kiss, and left the stunned young man in her dust.
“That was hot!” her husband groaned. “Better hurry! I'm not going to last much longer in this slave's cunt!”
She drove faster. “Please hold on, I'm just a few minutes from home!”
“Too late!” Frank grunted loudly. “I'm flooding her pussy! Fuck! She was too tight, and you were too slow!” The woman gasped and moaned, clearly cumming as well. “Don't worry, Evie. We'll still have lots of fun tonight!”
Evie screeched to a halt in their driveway, and flew out of her car, racing for the front door. She half-hoped the neighbors were catching a glimpse of her naked ass. She opened the door, and took the stairs two at time. There was a fire burning in her pussy, and her two cums hadn't come close to dousing the blaze.
She burst into their bedroom. The strange woman knelt on their bed, handcuffed to the headrest. She was naked, except for a leather hood that completely covered her head and hair. She was anonymous, just a toy for her husband to fuck. The strange woman's pussy and ass faced Evie, white cum dripping out of a shaved and gaping cunt. Frank lounged next to her, a satisfied smile on his face, his hand lazily groping a hanging tit.
“Master!” Evie panted, dropping to her knees.
Frank strode to her, bent down, and grasped the chain connected to her collar, pulling her face towards his half-hard cock. Something wet glistened on his rod. Lube? “You were late, slave. I had to waste my cum in this lowly whore's cunt!”
“I'm so sorry, Master!”
Dominating Frank last week had been a lot of fun, but being dominated by him made her so wet. Juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the tops of her fishnet stockings. He was so strong, so powerful, and she was helpless to fend off his lusts as he shoved his half-hard cock into her mouth. She tasted something sweet on him—pussy cream.
She moaned, sucking his shaft as he pumped into her lips. She cupped his heavy balls, and savored the other woman's juices mixed with the salty flavor of his cock. His dick swelled in her mouth as she sucked and bobbed. Then he abruptly pulled his fully-hard cock out, and hauled her to her feet by the chain, the collar biting into her neck. She trembled as his powerful eyes bored into hers.
“Command me, Master!” she moaned. “I'm your slave!”
Frank's hand grasped her hard nipple, and he twisted hard. The pain shot straight through her body, right to the fire blazing in her womb. “Did you like your first taste of pussy?”
“Yes!” she moaned, squeezing her thighs together.
“Good!” He grabbed the chain attached to her collar, and pulled Evie's face into the mysterious woman's messy crotch.
“Lick!” he commanded.
Chapter Five: Frank's Surprise
Evie's husband held her face against the mysterious woman's pussy. The sweet smell of the strange woman's passion was so strong, filling her nose and making Evie feel light-headed from the decadence of it.
“Lick!” Frank commanded.
She obeyed, scooping salty cum and sweet pussy into her mouth. The hooded woman moaned, wiggling her hips; Evie's cheeks rubbed against the woman's groin and ass, soft as silk, as she feasted. Evie wanted every last drop of her Master's cum hidden in the strange woman's depths.
She had never eaten pussy before, so she copied what Frank always did to her. She sucked the woman's fat labia into her mouth, nursing on her long lips, then she dug her tongue deep into the woman's moist hole. She was hot, silky, sticky—a wonderful banquet she eagerly devoured.
“You're so wet, Evie,” Frank whispered. She shuddered; his finger stroked her vulva. “What made you hornier? Listening to me fuck this whore, or showing off your beautiful body?”
“Being made to do both,” she purred.
“You like to submit to powerful men?”
“Yes! That's why I let the cop fuck me! There's no one more powerful than a man with a gun!”
His finger probed her depths, and she squealed into the strange woman's cum-filled pussy. He stirred his digit inside her. She probed her tongue deeper, exploring this woman's cave to find every last drop of her husband's salty cum. The hooded woman panted, her hips wiggling; the woman was about to cum.
Frank sensed it too; he yanked her chain, pulling Evie away from the woman's pussy; the hooded woman moaned with frustrated disappointment. Evie stared into her husband's brown eyes, l
icking her lips; pussy tasted wonderful, and she couldn't wait for another sample.
“You licked up all my cum?” he demanded.
“Yes, Master!” Evie answered.
“I loved watching you eat her pussy!” He kissed her, his tongue shoving into her mouth and tasting the woman's juices. She sighed into him, enjoying his rough stubble on her cheeks.
He broke the kiss, his deep, brown eyes boring into hers. “Don't you think she's been a bad whore?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“My cum should have been shot into your pussy, but she stole it! Deprived you of that experience. You should punish her for being so naughty.”
A flash of heat went through her; memories of last Friday flooded her mind. It had been so intoxicating to whip Frank's strong body, and the slave's ass was so...inviting. “Yes, Master.”
“Get the crop.”
Evie eagerly did, fetching it from their closet. She returned to the bed, and stared down at the woman's rear. It was perfect, not a hint of cellulite, and as firm as a twenty-year-old. She wanted to hurt this woman. Beneath her lust, she found a jealous anger. Like Frank two weeks ago, her emotions exploded out of her in a cathartic release. She fucked my husband!
“You filthy whore!” Evie screamed and lashed out.
Crack! Red stripes appeared, marring a flawless ass; Evie's pussy moistened. Power and submission roared inside her. She was dominating this whore, whipping her filthy ass, but only because her Master ordered her to. At his whim, it could be Evie on the bed, the hussy whipping her ass. And she'd submit; Frank was so powerful tonight. She'd do anything for him.
She brought the crop down again; the sound of leather stinging flesh sang in her ears.
The woman moaned; Frank groaned. She glanced; her husband sat in a chair, watching and stroking his cock with a hand greasy with lube. He was her Master tonight, and if whipping this hussy was turning him on, then she was more than happy to make the slut scream!
“That was my husband you fucked, whore!”
Crack!
Another set of welts blossomed on the women's other asscheek. Muffled grunts escaped the leather mask. Without a face, the woman was nobody; just a living sex toy that existed only to please her Master.
“Punish the little whore!” groaned her husband, jerking his dick faster; his brown eyes fixed on the slave's rear. “Make her howl for me!”
“Yes, Master!” She swung again; leather snapped against flesh, and Evie's pussy ached. The woman's pale ass wiggled almost insolently in front of her, daring Evie to really punish her. “I will make you howl, worm!” The crop kissed the woman's ass again, the force of the blow shivering up her arm, through her body, and ending at her aching clitoris.
“Harder! Punish her!” grunted Frank, his fist flying up and down on his greased cock. She landed another blow. “Oh, yes! She's such a naughty slut!”
The hooded woman dripped honey from the disgusting hole that stole her husband's cum. That filthy hole needed to be punished!
Crack!
The woman jumped, several lashes landing on her rosy pussy. She kept moaning, not in pain, but in lust. Her pussy clenched, then clear juices squirted out, leaving a wet stain on the white comforter and filling the air with a strong, sweet musk.
“Did you just cum, whore?” Evie demanded.
A muffled yes.
“Dirty, filthy slut!”
Crack!
She landed a hard blow right on the woman's clitoris. The hooded woman collapsed on the bed and howled like a bitch. Her body convulsed, and she writhed like a worm as an even larger orgasm wracked her body. She kept moaning and groaning, straining against the handcuffs.
“What a disgusting whore!” Evie sneered, and spat on the woman's burning ass.
“God, Evie!” her husband moaned, pushing her roughly down across the bed and the mysterious woman, Evie's breasts rubbing against her freshly-striped ass. Frank grabbed her hips, his hard shaft rubbing against her butt. “I need you!”
“Fuck me!” Evie cooed. “Pound me until I explode. Use me, Master!”
His cock didn't enter her pussy; he shoved it up her ass. She moaned, low and throaty, her eyes squeezing shot as her hands gripped the bedspread. She felt so helpless pinned between him and the mysterious woman. He violated her bowels, every thrust pressing her tits into the woman's striped ass.
He grunted like a wild beast into her ear, working his spear deeper and deeper into her. “Goddamn, you are one naughty wife! That was so hot watching you punish her!”
She relaxed her ass, adjusting to his presence; he pounded her harder. His finger wormed beneath her stomach, and he thumbed her clitoris. Pleasure burned through her, and she wordlessly screamed her passion.
“I want to feel your ass cum around my cock, slave!” Frank hissed.
“Yes!” Evie gasped. “Yes! Fuck me harder, Master! Make me cum!”
The bedsprings rasped, and her nipples rubbed on the woman's silky ass; her passion grew hotter and hotter, lighting a fuse inside her. It burned closer and closer, her body tensing in anticipation. The fuse reached the powder keg; her climax erupted through her. Her ass clenched on her husband's invading cock, and her body writhed like a dancing flame, flickering and wavering as she burned the lust inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Frank grunted. “Such a naughty, slutty wife!”
“Cum in me, Master! Flood my ass with your passion!”
He buried himself into her, and erupted with a grunt. Three large blasts flooded her tight ass, warm and thick. Frank collapsed on her back, kissing her neck. She breathed in his sweaty musk. She loved this moment as the glow of her orgasm faded; her husband's weight was atop her, his strong arms enveloping her. She even enjoyed the pillowy softness of the woman's striped ass beneath her breasts.
Frank pulled out; her eyes widened as this new, pleasurable sensation swept through her. Then she was empty, his passion leaking out of her anus. He grabbed a key off the nightstand and uncuffed the woman; her wrists red and chaffed. Her husband spanked the woman's welted rear. “Slave, lick my wife's ass clean.”
Evie glanced at the masked woman, finally getting a good look at her front. She had large breasts, easily a cup size bigger than her own. They jiggled as she moved, topped with mauve areolas the size of silver dollars and fat nipples. Her stomach was flat – the hooded woman was in great shape – and her thighs were sleek and glistened with her ecstasy. The woman reached behind her head for the hood's zipper.
Evie's stomach clenched in anticipation. Whose pussy did I eat out? Was it Carol from Frank's work? Or one of the cute secretaries?
The zipper rasped, the leather creaked, and honey-blonde hair spilled out. Evie gasped—it was Cherry.
“Hello, Mistress,” her best friend grinned. “I told you it was my turn to have some fun.”
Cherry spread her asscheeks, and buried her face back there. Evie gasped as her friend's tongue wiggled inside her bowels, wet and probing; pleasure tingled through her. It was so nasty. That was her best friend rimming her ass and sucking her husband's cum out.
“Oh, my god, Frank!” she gasped, still shocked. “She's my friend.” It hit her like a punch in the gut: I ate my best friend’s pussy out...and she was delicious.
“And who better to join us?” he asked, grinning. “Besides, I've wanted to fuck her for years.”
“But what about your husband?” Evie gasped.
“I'm sure my husband's found some hussy to take care of him tonight in his hotel room,” Cherry answered; her hazel eyes burned with lust and shame.
“Keep licking her ass, slave!” Frank snapped, smacking Cherry's red ass.
“Sorry, Master!”
Frank leaned over and kissed Evie on the lips. “Relax, and enjoy her tongue.”
Evie did just that, sighing as her friend's agile tongue swirled inside her ass. “This is kinda nice. Thanks, Master.”
Her friend slipped a finger inside her pussy, deep and probing. Evie mo
aned; Cherry's lips were sealed over her anus, sucking hard. Another storm brewed inside her, a furious maelstrom churned by the depraved act her best friend performed on her asshole. She squeezed the bedspread, and howled as her climax crashed through her.
“Oh, Frank!” she gasped, collapsing onto the bed. Frank's strong arms swept her up, pulling her to him. She shivered as her orgasm slowly died within her. “Thank you, Frank.”
She kissed her husband, sharing her love and joy with him. Letting that cop fuck her was the best thing that had happened to their marriage; it forged a new level of intimacy and trust. He was the best man in the world. Tears misted her eyes. How did I get to be so damned lucky?
He broke the kiss, and stroked her cheek. “I love you, Evie.”
“I love you, too!”
Frank grinned, and whispered in her ear: “What until you hear her ideas. They are wild! We're going to have a lot of fun!”
Intrigued, Evie closed her eyes, imagining all the naughty fun two wives could get into.
Excerpt from Cuckolding the Cheat
Steve sat down at one of the Wind Tunnel's tables, thumbing through the bar's menu. He was tired, his feet ached, and his back was sore. But the first day of the actual conference was over. It had been a busy day as he networked with other professionals, attended panels, and promoted his company's latest tablet device—it had a whopping ten minutes more of battery life than their last model. He was looking forward to a quiet dinner and an early night. Tomorrow would be an even longer day.
He had seen Melissa twice on the convention floor; they had ignored each other.
“Oh, my, is that you, Steve?” a woman's voice asked from behind.
He turned and his eyes widened. “Evelyn?” he asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
“Please, call me Evie. We've known each other for years,” his wife's best friend said.
She wore a rather impressive, red dress that clung to her like a second skin, and transformed her already wonderful breasts into an absolutely magnificent pair; his pants grew uncomfortably tight. As she sat down across from him, her tits bounced and jiggled; the dress was so low-cut Steven thought for a moment he might be blessed with an unhindered view of those wonderful mounds as they popped out of her top.
