Quickies
Cuckolded by the Hotwife
Natasha Hunter
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A Line Crossed
I wiggled my wrists helplessly, bound by the cold metal of handcuffs as I watched the couple on the bed in front of me. I was cuffed by my own volition, in fact, I had suggested it once upon a time. The handcuffs, that is, not the metal cage that was currently enshrouding my pulsing erection. That little gem had been her idea.
To be honest, I wasn't certain how we got to that point. It all happened so fast. Desires confessed during a heady night of making love to my wife, where I drunkenly told her I'd like her to take control. In the corporate world, I was the master. At home, I wanted to relax and let her take charge. I wanted to submit. I just never realized how far I'd fall onto my knees, how much control I'd give her until I had completely and utterly surrendered to what we both craved.
It had been the best decision I'd ever made.
So, there I sat, my 6'1 frame painfully perched on a small vanity chair that my wife used while doing her makeup every morning. I was naked save for the metal bindings around my wrist and cock and even had a ball gag tight across my mouth.
Most men would find this moment humiliating—and granted, there was a part of me that was utterly mortified by the idea of someone finding out, of knowing that I was being cuckolded by my wife, but another part of me was humbled that she would take it this far solely for my pleasure.
Yes, she was the one on the bed getting her pussy eaten out by an incredibly large, incredibly hung young black male, but she was doing it for me. This moment, this decadent act of pleasure was a physical manifestation of her undying love.
Sounds crazy, I know, but it was what it was.
My dark eyes were glued to the big, thick tongue lapping at my beautiful wife's gorgeous little pussy. Her slit was hairless and glistening from her juices. Every time Mateo swiped his insistent tongue across Lily's pink folds, she would try to pull away. She was sensitive after a certain point, as if too much pleasure had the opposite effect on her. I could tell by the gaspy little sounds she made, and I would have been more than happy to share this little bit of knowledge with the man had I been able to speak.
"You don't like it?" Mateo asked as he pulled his head back and glanced up her perfect body.
"I'm just sensitive. Give me a minute," she breathed the words. Her skin was flushed, giving her the most delightful glow.
"Of course, of course." Mateo licked her inner thighs, teasing her toned white skin. "I understand."
Lily rolled her head to the side and stared at me as a devilish grin curled the corners of her mouth.
Oh hell. I knew that look. My cock twitched inside of its metal cage, begging for release. I glanced down at my male chastity device and winced as my cock bulged between the metal bars, my flesh purple and painful.
Lily crawled across the bed like a lioness hunting its prey and gave me a smoldering look as she placed her hands on my thighs. "My, my, my, what do we have here? Does my little friend want to come out and play?" she cooed in a sing-songy voice. Her fingers stroked through the hair on my legs, her touch feather-light, sending a shudder down my spine.
I nodded my head, my eyes wide with desperation. I would have begged had I been able. I would have done anything at all if only she'd use the key and release me.
As if reading my thoughts, she ran the tip of her dainty finger over the silver chain that hung around her neck, holding the key to my chastity device. "You want out?"
I fervently nodded.
"But we had a deal, darling. It isn't time for your treat. You know how much it pains me to keep you so locked up, but a bargain is a bargain." She darted her tongue out and slid it across the metal, teasing me as she lifted her blue gaze. Our eyes locked and she smiled. "I suppose I could make an exception this one time."
'Please, oh please!' I silently begged. I quivered as I felt her tongue slipping between the metal bars, licking away at the exposed skin of my cock.
"I do miss this." She opened her mouth wide and sucked on one of my smooth, swollen testicles. A mixture of pleasure and pain surged through my body at once. Her wicked tongue and fingers eliciting so much pleasure, causing my cock to painfully push against its restraints. Fuck, I wanted her.
Lily pulled away and sat in front of me on the bed, resting on the back of her heels. My eyes traveled down the length of her sinewy body, savoring every delicious detail. Her neck was long and graceful, exposed from wearing her hair up loosely. Blonde strands wisped around her face, having come loose from the silver clasp holding her gorgeous curls up. The key glistened as it hung between the valley of her breasts.
Mateo crawled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ample tits into his large hands. He fingered her rosy-tipped nipples as he licked the back of her neck. Her legs parted as one of his big black hands traveled down her torso and cupped her mound.
"Darling... I think I will pass on letting you out tonight. Why should I, when I have this gorgeous bull behind me willing to fuck me all night long? I don't need that pathetic thing there," she dropped her eyes to my caged cock.
My heart thudded wildly against my chest. Jealousy, anger, and desire formed a perfect cocktail of emotion as I watched Lily's dark lover slip his fingers into my wife's soaking wet cunt. Her moaning filled the room, her hips bucked with each thrust of his fingers. "Mateo... fuck I need to feel that big cock of yours inside of me. Please."
My stomach lurched as she begged him for his dick. It was torment and elation at the same time. Heaven and hell. My body quivered as I watched Mateo pull her lithe body into his lap, her ass hitting against his stomach. She faced me as her legs slid across his. Her pussy was wide open, wet and glistening from her juices. I knew that her arousal was deep and all-consuming, that Mateo did things to her that I never could.
Mateo's cock thrust into her.
I couldn't look away! I was mortified, utterly humiliated as I watched this younger black man shove his engorged dick into my wife's pussy.
"You like this big black dick?" Mateo asked as he bounced my wife in his lap.
"Oh yes, oh fuck, yes!" she moaned as she ground her hips, taking his enormous erection deeper into her pussy.
"You want my cum? You want me to cum in your hot little pussy?"
"Yes! Cum inside of me!"
Their moaning, thrusting and panting filled the sex-sodden air. The bed squeaked as Mateo thrust his black cock into her soaking wet pussy at a furious pace. I was hypnotized. My eyes were glued to her pussy and his cock, watching and waiting for that magical moment when Mateo would fill her cunt to the brim with his seed.
"Mmm," Mateo moaned as he gave a final thrust and quickly jerked out. His cum spurted all over the place as he tried not to cum inside of her.
Of course, Lily wasn't having that. She pushed herself back onto his cock, stealing the last remnants of his orgasm.
Breathing out a sigh of satisfaction, she slumped onto the mattress and grinned. "I love the way you fuck me," she said to her lover.
He stroked his hand over her torso, idly running his fingertips across her sweaty skin.
My wife sat up and wrapped her arms around Mateo's neck. Their mouths collided and they kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I watched with an incredible hunger growing in the pit of my belly. I was starving for release, starving for my wife. I made a whimpering sound in the back of my throat which caught her attention.<
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She broke the kiss and looked in my direction. Her beautiful face was flushed with excitement as she graced a smile upon me. "Oh, darling. I love it when you beg."
She untangled herself from Mateo and climbed off of the bed. "I'll expect you Saturday," she said to her bull, then waved her hand as if dismissing him. Mateo quickly dressed and left, leaving me alone with my wife.
I stared up at her as she stood in front of me.
"You know, I'm still just so... horny." Lily chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I could use the vibrator, but I'm in the mood for something else." Her fingers stroked my cheek just above the ball gag strap. "If I let you out of this, will you promise to put that wicked tongue to good use?"
My heart skipped a beat. She wanted me to eat her after another man had cum in her pussy? We had never taken it that far. Could I do it? Could I go through with it?
As if sensing my hesitation, she grazed her fingers across my chastity device, "I will let my little friend out for some fun. Maybe stroke him and kiss him a little. Would you like that, hmm?" she cooed.
I could actually hear the blood pumping through my ears, hot and fast. I was almost blind from wanting to be out of that device, of wanting to feel her eager little mouth wrapped around my sensitive skin, soothing it with her tongue. I trembled with the thoughts of pleasure waiting for me if only I agreed to do one thing. Eat her cum-sodden pussy.
I gave a quick nod of my head.
Fine. I'd do it. I'd lick that man's cream and tell myself it was no different than when she forced me to eat my own cum.
"Good boy," she said in a sweet tone as if she were talking to one of our dogs. "Now, let's get you out of that cage!" She pulled the chain and key up over her head then took her time in unlocking and pulling apart my cage.
My cock sprung forward, hard and throbbing. "If you cum before I want you to, you'll have to go back into the cage twice as long as we agreed upon," she said in that bossy, matter-of-fact tone that made my stomach do somersaults.
Lily climbed onto the bed and spread her legs open for me. She was covered in his semen, glistening from his sticky juices.
I climbed in between her legs and used my fingers to pull apart her puffy nether lips, then eased my tongue over her clit. I lapped at her button while pushing my fingers against her entrance.
"Ohhhh," she sensually moaned in between little gasps of breath inhaled. "Lick my pussy just like that. Don't stop. Don't stop eating my pussy until I cum."
I loved to hear her moan, and especially loved when she moaned because of something I was doing to her. It was a special reward to know that I was able to please my wife in certain ways.
"Lick me clean," she said as she raked her fingers through my short hair. "Mmm, just like that. That's it baby, lick my pussy. Clean up Mateo's cum like a good little boy."
I slid my fingers into her cunt and curled them slightly, searching for the elusive G-spot. My face was wet with a mixture of my saliva, her womanly juices, and Mateo's cum. I tried not to think about that last part as I twirled my tongue around her little clit, teasing her as I pleasured her with my fingers.
Lily held the back of my head tightly. "Right there. Oh, fuck, right there, babe. Don't stop, lick me right there." Her voice was raspy, sensual, and sexy enough to make me cum—though I knew better.
I could feel the moment when she spiraled over. Her body writhed furiously beneath me, grinding against my face as her orgasm hit her. She moaned a long, drawn out sound of pure pleasure. I knew to pull away and let her ride out the waves of orgasmic bliss.
As her breathing slowed, she looked down to me with a huge grin. "Perfect, darling."
I smiled in return, pleased to have pleasured her.
"Stretch out. I want to give you a treat."
Obediently I laid back on the mattress with my cock jutting straight up.
With the softest of touches, she ran the tips of her fingers down my swollen member. "Mmm, so hard. Did you enjoy watching me with Mateo tonight?"
"Yes."
"You liked it when he put that big black cock of his into my tiny little pussy?"
"Fuck, yes."
The pad of her thumb ran across the tip of my cock through the pre-cum oozing out. I was close to orgasm but desperately trying to hold it back.
She flicked her tongue across my shaft, tracing a bulging vein as she used two fingers to jerk me off, just below the head. "Do you want to cum?"
"Desperately."
"Not yet." She swiped her tongue across my ball while her fingers continued to stroke me.
"Okay." I knew she had all the power, that I was completely and utterly under her control, just the way I liked it.
"I should just lock you back up," she said with a pout.
"Why?" I asked with a hint of panic. I desperately wanted to cum.
"Because you were bad. We had a deal for you to stay locked up for two more weeks. It is your fault that you're out of your cage now."
"I-I'm sorry," I whispered.
A big grin stretched across her mouth. "I know. But, since we both failed, I won't punish you. I'll let you cum in my mouth, and then we will lock you back up, get you safe and snug in your itty-bitty cage." She took my cock into her mouth and my entire body tensed. My toes curled, my breath gave away. I was on the precipice of orgasm and began to tremble as I tried to fight off the urge.
She swirled her hot tongue around my bulbous head while stroking my shaft, making these delicious little sounds in the back of her throat, as if she were really enjoying it. She pulled her head off my cock to say, "Okay. You can cum," then wrapped her lips around the tip once more.
My orgasm steamrolled through my body as I shot off my load into her mouth. Every part of me shuddered, every cell inside of my body hummed with pleasure. It was powerful, intense, and perfect. She swallowed, gulping down my cum as it spurted out like a firehose—it had been so long since I was allowed to orgasm that I had built up quite a bit.
As she pulled her head away, she wiped her lips with the tips of her fingers. "Mmm, perfect. Now, back in the cage you go. Can't let my little friend get too comfortable, now can I?"
I wanted to protest but then thought better of it. The torture of having my cock locked up in its little cage was a necessity, a prelude to the pleasure awaiting me when my cock would be set free. I was already counting the days until the next time she unlocked me.
Flirty Fun
Skylar smiled to my buddy, Thomas, as she sat a can of soda down on the coffee table in front of him. "Connor texted and said he would be an hour or so. He asked me to apologize to you and said that you're more than welcome to wait for him if you have time. Or, you can come back later."
I secretly watched the scene play out from the "fun room," a closet that we had turned into a fake wall with a two-way mirror facing the living room, the entrance hidden in the pantry. It was the perfect spot to hide and watch as my beautiful, beguiling wife seduced all of my friends.
No one was ever the wiser as I hid and watched as they fell to her charms. It was simply inevitable. She was just too beautiful. She had long, inky black hair with wide, vivid blue eyes. Her skin was perfection, creamy white and unflawed. Her mouth was generous and made for sucking cock.
I couldn't blame them for succumbing to her temptation.
It had started innocently enough with a flirty exchange when we were out to dinner one night with a work colleague. Though nothing had happened, we talked about it later that night in bed, and she admitted that it turned her on when other men found her attractive and flirted with her. Though I knew I should have been jealous, I admitted that it turned me on, too.
One thing led to another after that. She'd push it a little bit further every time we'd go out. One night I stepped outside to take a business call and left her alone at the table with my colleague, Joe. When I returned, I found my sexy wife had changed sides and was sitting beside Joe, claiming there was a draft on our side of the table. I nodded dumbly and took my sea
t. Somewhere along the way, I became cognizant of the fact that Joe had his hand on my wife's thigh with his fingers inside of her panties. Though they tried to hide it, I knew that look of sublime pleasure upon my wife's face.
I had pretended not to notice what was going on before my very eyes while I quietly ate my dinner. I tried to hide my erection on the way out of the restaurant. I couldn't even wait until we made it home before I pulled over on the side of the road and fucked my wife in the back seat.
After that night, I encouraged Skylar to sleep with other men as long as she told me about it, or better yet, let me watch. She wasn't keen on dating outside of the marriage—she wanted me to be involved. We came to an agreement that she'd bring her men home so that we could both enjoy the experience. She loved it when I secretly watched her with them.
We designed the "fun room" and used it often. I'd hide behind the mirror and watch as her helpless victims fell under her spell. Some would hold out longer than others, but they all gave up in the end and took what my wife offered. Sometimes it was just a blowjob, and other times she'd go all the way. It always took place in the living room so that I had a perfect view of her pussy being eaten and fucked. It thrilled me to know that my wife was so desirable that other men fell over themselves to shove their dicks into her hot little cunt. And yet, she chose me. She loved me. I was her favorite, her chosen, her husband.
Thomas popped the lid on the soda can and took a long drink. "I don't mind waiting here if it isn't too much trouble."
Skylar gave him a pretty smile. "Oh, not at all. In fact, I like the company. It gets lonesome around here when he is gone."
"I can imagine."
She wet her lips innocently as she pretended to think, "So... what shall we do to occupy ourselves for the next hour?"
I could see desire flash across my friend's face and knew that he was thinking of several naughty ways to kill the time. "I'm game for anything," he said, no doubt probably thinking himself coy.
Her cheeks tinted with color as she blushed delicately, "Oh now, you shouldn't say such a thing! I might get the wrong idea."
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