Another Cheating Wife Bundle!: Sexy 3-Story Erotic Collection

by Fleming, Felicity

  Another Cheating Wife Bundle

  Interracial Cuckold Erotica Bundle

  By Felicity Fleming

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  Introduction

  Thank you for purchasing Another Cheating Wife Bundle, an Interracial Cuckold Erotica Bundle. Together for the first time, you’ll find three more of my favorite erotic stories; replete with bareback interracial sex, wanton cheating wives and the delicious risk of impregnation.

  In this collection, you’ll read:

  Slippery Slope: Unsure-of-himself husband David is stuck in the horns of a dilemma. His gorgeous wife, Cassie, is refusing to sleep with him - and his frustration is almost too much to bear. But things start looking up when, for a drunken thrill, he lets his black coworker Brandon catch a glimpse of his wife's beautiful breasts. Now Brandon's intent on seeing - and touching - more; and he's hooking David up at work in order to convince the uncertain husband to let him. With lucrative new stock tips, and a bright new future on the horizon, David's willing to do the unthinkable; and share his wife with his big, black coworker. But that's just the start of a slippery slope, which sees David offering up more than he'd ever bargained for; and standing to lose more than ever if things go wrong.

  Karate Kisses: When sexy housewife Susie starts volunteering at the local karate school, her husband Marcus immediately gets jealous... But when he confronts Sensei Desmond and his absent wife, he's more horrified by the fact that they AREN'T cheating, than the possibility that they were. “I expected better from you," he snaps at Desmond. "If you’re going to give my wife free fitness lessons, the LEAST you should have extorted out of her is a blow job in return for them.” But Marcus needs to be careful what he wishes for. Because as soon as he's left his innocent wife alone, she turns to Desmond and decides to make good on exactly what her jealous husband accused her of!

  Fully Facial: When a rash on her nose starts driving Susie crazy, her husband comes up with a very unorthodox way to ensure she doesn't scratch it: He spurts his load all over her pretty face, and insists she wear it until he comes home that night. The promise of an expensive present is enough to convince even Susie to give the challenge a shot... But when a jalapeño-related incident leaves her with a scrubbed-clean face, she has to find a new, hot load to replace the one she lost, before her husband comes home. Fortunately, her hot, black delivery driver is up to the task; and he's eager to paint Susie's pretty face with his scalding spurts, to ensure she earns her prize.

  Slippery Slope

  Chapter One

  For the last month, David hadn’t got laid.

  “Listen, it’s nothing to do with you, I swear,” his wife Cassie promised, gently touching her husband’s cheek as they got ready for bed. “I just have to listen to these self-hypnosis CDs, and I can only do that if you leave me alone.”

  Cassie, a beautiful, full-figured woman with gorgeous dark hair, had started listening to these self-hypnosis tapes about a month ago. She and David had been trying to get pregnant for months, and where science and hormones had failed, she believed hypnosis would succeed.

  “Listen, don’t you realize how ridiculous it is to try and get pregnant by not having sex?” David demanded, exasperated – but his gorgeous wife wasn’t having any of it.

  “This tape says if I listen to it every night for 60 days, it will gently help reprogram my fertile cycle to be more receptive to your sperm,” Cassie explained. She added: “Just let me do this, please? It might sound crazy – but I think it might just work.”

  David hadn’t been able to deny his beautiful wife anything, in all of the three years they’d been married. He’d put up with the crystals in the bathroom, to her burning sage in the kitchen, and the feng shui garbage that had forced him to get rid of his favourite recliner.

  Her asking for an hour or so of alone time, lying naked in bed while she listened to her hypnosis tapes, was really not that much to ask, in comparison.

  Well, that’s what he’d thought at first. But a month later – after four whole weeks of not having sex – was starting to drive him crazy.

  At around eight o’clock each night, Cassie would kiss him goodnight and retreat into the bedroom – and only after the clock struck ten – after her two hour tape had finished – was David permitted to climb into bed himself.

  And every one of those nights, as she slipped naked under the covers, she’d been asleep.

  The first week or two, David had attempted to rouse her from her slumbers in his typical, male way. He curled up against her naked body and poked her with his erection – hoping that would wake her up and put her in the mood.

  No such luck. She just lay there.

  For the next week, he gently whispered her name: “You awake, honey?”

  And still nothing.

  So for the rest of the month, the frustrated husband had gone to bed with a raging hard-on and just lay there; waiting until his sex-starved brain finally switched off and he could go to sleep.

  “Listen, we can’t have sex before,” Cassie had explained, when David complained. “If we have sex before I listen to the tapes, I’ll be all flustered and uncomfortable.” She rubbed her husband’s arm lovingly. “It’s all about relaxing into the moment, so my subconscious can absorb the hypnosis instructions. You understand?”

  Of course David didn’t understand. He thought the whole thing was rubbish. But if this is what she wanted, he didn’t want to be the dickish husband who stood in her way.

  Or, at least, he didn’t until one memorable night.

  Chapter Two

  It started off like all the nights previously had.

  At eight o’clock, Cassie got up from the couch and kissed her husband on the cheek. “I’m going to bed, dear.” And then she padded into the bedroom, closed the door with a ‘click’ and left David alone.

  For the first hour, he did what he always did – watched TV and munched chips. But slightly after nine o-clock, a different urge hit him.

  He started to get horny.

  Normally, David didn’t masturbate. It felt kind of pathetic to – especially since he had a beautiful wife sleeping naked in the same bed as him.

  But weeks of denial later, the urge hit and it couldn’t be ignored.

  David had a month’s worth of blue balls, and if he didn’t do something about them, he swore his head would explode.

  The only problem was that his laptop – his source of porn-cruising pleasure – was in the bedroom, where Cassie was sleeping.

  For a moment, David sat on the couch and pondered his options. And then he remembered how softly and soundly Cassie always slept during and after her hypnosis
sessions.

  If she didn’t respond to his voice – or to him prodding her with his erection – surely he could sneak into the bedroom and grab his laptop without waking her.

  Fuck it, he eventually decided. If he didn’t rub one out, his balls were going to end up looking bigger and bluer than under-ripe avocados.

  Climbing up from the couch, David tiptoed to the bedroom and gently turned the door handle.

  It opened with a soft click.

  Inside, the room was pitch black and cool. The only noise was Cassie’s muffled breathing, and the tinny voice of the hypnosis tape playing through her headphones.

  David left the door open so he had some light to work with, and tip-toed inside.

  He was halfway across the room when he stopped – standing beside Cassie’s side of the bed. He glanced down at his hypnotized wife; and like always found himself struck by how beautiful and serene she looked.

  She was covered right up to the neck in the comforter, and her beautiful face was like a mask. Her mouth was slightly open, and only the soft rise and fall of her chest – covered by the comforter – revealed that she was even breathing.

  David suddenly found himself hit by the weirdest urge.

  The need to lift the comforter, and look at his sleeping wife.

  Was the naked under there? She normally was, except for “that time of the month” when she normally slept in a pair of panties.

  David glanced back to the door; wondering how many seconds it would take him to grab his laptop and run back out.

  Did he have time to sneak a peek?

  Fuck it, he thought to himself. She was his wife. She hadn’t touched him sexually in a month. If she got mad because he sneaked a peek at his own wife, she was the one with the problem – not him.

  Heart pounding, David grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it up.

  Cassie didn’t stir. She didn’t even change the pattern of her breathing as the comforter lifted and David revealed inch after inch of her pale, perfect body.

  Her beautiful, round breasts. Her soft tummy. The sexy hips, and the neatly-trimmed ‘v’ of her pubic hair. She was gorgeous.

  Holding the comforter up, revealing his wife’s naked beauty, David suddenly felt his cock swell.

  He hadn’t cum in nearly a month. It was no surprise that the sight of his naked wife would turn him on.

  As David stood there, his pants getting uncomfortably snug, he wondered just how asleep Cassie was. Could he forget the laptop entirely, and just use her naked, sleeping form as a masturbation tool?

  He felt butterflies in his stomach. If she’d woken up with him just sneaking a peek at her naked body, it could have been cute. If he stood, looming over her, and she woke up to the sight of him jerking off over her, it might not be quite as “cute.”

  But was she going to wake up?

  David gently laid down the corner of the comforter, folding it back to expose her nakedness in all its glory. Then, now his hands were free, he started unbuckling his belt.

  If she woke up, he told himself, he’d just blow it off like he was simply getting undressed. She’d buy that, right?

  Anxious about the sound his rustling clothes and clinking belt were making, David swiftly stripped off – his clothes forming a heap on the bedroom floor.

  He was naked, now. Small and scrawny, with a big erection sticking out from between his skinny legs.

  Biting his lip, David began to stroke his cock.

  He looked down at his beautiful wife and remembered feeling the softness of her skin, and smelling the scent of her hair. His cock grew thicker and harder in his hand, and he stroked it purposefully.

  As David became more turned on, he remembered the feeling of having sex with Cassie. The tightness of her delicious pussy. The feeling of her soft skin against his. The little mews and cries she made as he slid inside of her.

  Knees buckling, David groaned. His throbbing cock spurted into his hand, and he closed his fist desperately to try and contain the hot jets of cum as they covered his fingers. One jet missed – and to his horror, he watched it fly through his gooey fingers, across the space between him and the bed, and land in a perfect pearlescent blob right on the nipple of Cassie’s left breast.

  David froze – hand clutched to his rapidly softening penis, and warm cum dripping from his fingers. Lifting the covers he’d have been able to explain. Getting undressed he might have been able to talk his way around. Standing over his naked, sleeping wife and jerking off onto her?

  Not a chance.

  But then he realized that she wasn’t stirring.

  Cassie just lay there, motionless, with his cum on her tit like a drop of frosting.

  David’s eyes widened.

  This was a miracle, he was sure of it – and so he didn’t waste any time.

  Grabbing a fistful of tissues, he mopped up the cum from his fingers. Then he pulled up his boxers and made himself decent.

  And then, finally, he knelt by the side of the bed and took a deep breath.

  She hadn’t woken up at this point, but he was convinced she would now, as he took a clean tissue and gently wiped his cum from her breast.

  But even as the soft tissue touched her bare skin, Cassie didn’t move. She lay there, like a statue, as he wiped his seed from her boob.

  And then, mind reeling at the audacity of what had just happened, David leaned over his sleeping wife, grabbed the corner of the covers and laid the comforter back over her.

  Cassie lay on the bed, eyes closed and chest lifting and falling rhythmically. She looked exactly as he’d found her. And she hadn’t woken up once.

  Reeling at his impossible good luck, David slowly tip-toed back out of the door, and let it click softly shut behind him.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning, Cassie padded into the kitchen awake, refreshed, and apparently none the wiser.

  “H-how do you feel?” David demanded. “How was your hypnosis tape?”

  “I feel great,” Cassie beamed. “Refreshed. Relaxed. I really think these tapes are working, baby.” She rubbed her tummy. “Just another couple of weeks and we can find out for ourselves.”

  As David watched his beautiful wife prepare breakfast, he narrowed his eyes.

  We sure can, he thought.

  * * *

  The following night proceeded just as the previous thirty two had.

  At around eight o’clock, Cassie leaned over the couch and kissed David on the cheek.

  “I’m going to listen to my tapes,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

  “Yeah,” he kissed her back. “Yeah, you will.”

  And then David listened to the door to the bedroom softly click shut, and he looked up at the clock hanging above the fireplace.

  And he waited.

  David sat exactly where he was for precisely sixty minutes. He didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t switch on the TV, or glance at his phone, or even cross his legs. He just sat, staring at the clock on the wall.

  And the moment a complete hour had gone by, David stood up, shook the stiffness out of his legs, and unbuckled his pants.

  Standing there in the living room, he slowly stripped out his clothes until he was absolutely naked; and then he turned to the bedroom and opened the door.

  The light from behind him arced out across the queen sized bed, and illuminated Cassie; lying there beneath the comforter.

  Just like the previous night, she was utterly serene. Lying there with her eyes closed, headphones around her ears and arms by her side under the covers. She looked like a sleeping angel.

  David padded softly across the carpet, and stood by the bed, looming above his silent wife. He peered down at her, and a smile crossed his lips.

  Gently – just like the night before – he gripped the corner of the covers between finger and thumb and peeled them back; exposing his wife’s naked body. Her pale, beautiful breasts. Her soft, feminine stomach. Her hips, and womanly thighs.

 
; And as he did so, he stared intently at his wife’s beautiful face; and saw nothing. She didn’t move. She looked like she was in the deepest, most serene sleep in the world. The only noise was her soft breathing, and the tinny noise of the hypnosis tapes as they continued playing through the headphones.

  David let the folded comforter drop; exposing her completely.

  Between his legs, his cock was growing thick. The sight of his gorgeous wife, totally naked and still, was arousing him in a way it had never done before.

  For a moment, David was tempted to grab his cock and jerk off, like he had the night before. But something inside him told him to be bolder.

  Last night, she hadn’t stirred – not even when he’d wiped his cum from her breast. He was wondering just how deep her sleep was – and the throbbing organ between his legs demanded he test his theories.

  Dropping to his knees by the bed, David stared at his wife.

  And then, fingers trembling, he reached out his hand,

  He curled his fingers, and they hovered above Cassie’s right breast.

  Slowly – counting the breaths he took as he did so – David lowered his hand.

  His fingers touched her skin. It was blissfully warm and soft.

  David glanced up at Cassie’s face as his palm cupped her breast – scanning her features for any sign of movement. But there was nothing. She was utterly still. Even as he squeezed her tit; feeling its ripe firmness beneath his palm.

  To test his theory further, he raised his thumb, and pressed it against her soft brown nipple; circling the delicious nub slowly.

  It tightened. At the pressure of his fingertip, her nipple grew firm and erect. But while her body responded, Cassie didn’t. She just lay there like Sleeping Beauty.

  David’s eyes grew wide, and his cock grew hard.

  Growing bolder, he kneeled up and laid his other hand against her other breast. Again, she didn’t move. She just lay there, still, as he began kneading and massaging her bare breasts.