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

by Fleming, Felicity

  The condo was utterly silent. David assumed Cassie must already have gone to bed – and given her hypnosis tape schedule, that meant she was about an hour and a half into her trance.

  “Crack open a beer,” Brandon ordered, throwing off his coat, “and let’s get this show started.”

  David was starting to have second thoughts. Serious, second thoughts. He had this big, overwhelming man in his house now, and he felt extremely vulnerable.

  Not to mention, he’d promised to show him his wife’s naked, sleeping body. How could he have agreed to something so utterly unspeakable?

  His brain went through the same justification process it had done the first time he’d dared to have sex with the unconscious Cassie. What he was proposing doing was utterly wrong – divorce-worthy, even. But if she never knew about it…

  “C’mon,” Brandon clapped his hands together, so loudly that David winced. “We gonna do this, or what?”

  David sipped his drink. He thought about how pleased his boss would be if he got the sports firewall lifted. And he knew that the sooner Brandon’s cab came, the quicker he could get the big guy out of his house.

  “Alright, then,” David finally nodded. “Be quiet, though. Super quiet.”

  “I thought you said she didn’t wake up for anything?”

  “Well, I don’t want this to be the night I find out I’m wrong.”

  Brandon chuckled as he heard that: “I feel you, brother.”

  Slowly, the two of them tip-toed into the living room and David opened the bedroom door with a soft ‘click.’ The door swung open – bathing the bedroom in light.

  Just like for the past month and a half, Cassie lay there – fast asleep. The covers were up to her neck, and her face was a serene mask. The only sounds in the room were her soft breathing and the tinny sound of the hypnosis tapes playing through her headphones.

  Brandon stood in the doorway, and peered inside.

  “Damn,” he murmured.

  And then the big black man turned to David.

  “Well, what happens next. You gonna show me she’s naked under there, or what?”

  David’s stomach knotted. Was he really about to do this?

  But Brandon’s insistent staring was difficult to say ‘no’ to. And for all of his reticence, David had to admit he was kind of proud to show off his beautiful wife.

  “Sssssh,” David hissed.

  And then slowly – tip-toeing across the carpet – he crept to the side of the bed and looked down at his sleeping wife.

  Just as before, she was utterly still; only the soft rise and fall of the comforter across her chest revealing that she was breathing at all.

  David looked over his shoulder, to where Brandon was silhouetted in the doorway. The big black man grinned at him, and David smiled back; swept away in the moment.

  And then he turned to look down at his sleeping wife.

  Fingers trembling, he pinched the corner of the covers between thumb and forefinger and peeled them back.

  Inch my inch, his beautiful wife’s body was revealed. Her slender neck, and pale shoulders. Then her breathtaking, round breasts. Then that soft, womanly tummy, and finally her gorgeous hips and thighs.

  David stared down at his wife’s nakedness, and his felt his pants get tighter as blood rushed to his swelling cock.

  Click!

  A bright flash of light illuminated the room.

  David span around, still holding the covers up. Brandon had taken a step into the bedroom and, to David’s horror, was holding up his phone.

  Click! Another bright flash of light.

  He was taking pictures!

  “What the fuck?” David hissed, letting the covers fall across Cassie’s sleeping torso. He pushed both hands into Brandon’s massive chest and shoved the bigger man out of the bedroom – two more camera flashes blinding him as he did so.

  “What the fuck?” David repeated, as Brandon staggered back into the living room. Clicking the door shut behind him, he allowed his voice to raise. “What the hell, man?”

  “Oh, relax,” Brandon rolled his eyes. “I was just snapping a few shots. For the old ‘spank bank’, you dig? Man, your wife has some beautiful titties.”

  “Give me your camera,” David grabbed for the phone. “Delete those!”

  “Hey, easy there pipsqueak,” Brandon held his camera above his head – a foot higher than David could jump and reach for. “Don’t do anything I’ll need to kick your ass over.”

  “I said you could look at her,” David snapped. “Not take pictures of her.”

  “Chill out, man,” Brandon pushed David back; gently, but forcefully. “I’m gonna go home and rub one out to your wife’s hot bod, and then I’ll delete them. I promise.”

  “Y-you promise?”

  “Cross my heart, man!” Brandon laughed. “Now let me finish my beer. I think my taxi’s here.”

  And indeed it was – there was the ‘parp!’ of the horn outside the window.

  Brandon gave David a slap on the shoulder and winked at him.

  “Hey, thanks for that, buddy,” the big, black man joked, pulling on his jacket. “I’m gonna enjoy those tonight. Now look me up on Monday and we’ll get your boss’ firewall sorted out.” He made a gun gesture with his finger and went ‘pow’ with it. “A deal’s a deal, right chief?”

  And then the front door clumped shut and David was left standing in his living room; not quite sure what had just happened.

  Had he just let a virtual stranger – a workmate he didn’t even like that much – snap pictures of his naked wife?

  Butterflies churned in David’s stomach as he thought about what could happen. What if Brandon put them online? Or shared them around the office?

  And then something else struck him.

  Brandon said he was going back home to “rub one out” to those pictures. He was going to jerk off, looking at photos of David’s wife.

  And the thought should have disgusted him; but it actually made his cock throb.

  In fact, as David thought about the big, burly black man going home to pleasure himself at the sight of David’s gorgeous wife, he found himself getting incredibly turned on.

  Immediately, he started unbuckling his belt. He pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his socks, and tip-toed barefoot into the bedroom.

  There, lying still, was Cassie. The covers were half over her naked body; right where David had let them fall when he’d dropped them to push Brandon out of the bedroom.

  Cock throbbing, David crossed the room.

  He was too horny to screw around at that moment. He wanted to be inside his wife immediately – only he knew her tight little pussy needed to be moistened up first.

  Dropping to his knees, David crawled onto the bed and parted his wife’s thighs. Like a rag doll, she let him push her knees up and expose her beautiful, neatly trimmed pussy to him.

  David opened his mouth, and lowered his head between her thighs.

  The smell of her warm pussy filled his nostrils, and made his cock throb. David stuck out his tongue, and licked upwards to part the lips of her pussy. Her hips trembled as his wide, wet tongue slathered over her clitoris.

  She tasted delicious; and David feasted on her. He licked her pussy until it blossomed open like a glistening flower. Then he sucked on her clit and swirled his tongue around it until the little nubbin grew hard and throbbing. And finally, as he felt a gush of moisture flood his mouth, he knew his wife was ready for him.

  David clambered up onto his knees, between his wife’s splayed legs. He gripped the base of his cock, aiming the swollen head towards his wife’s open, glistening cunt. And then he pushed.

  His lips and tongue had done their job. Cassie’s pussy opened up to him and virtually sucked him inside. A moment later, he was buried balls-deep inside his sleeping wife, and the feeling of her tight, trembling pussy was incredible.

  He thought about Brandon, sitting at home staring at those fuzzy pictures of Cassie. He imagined
the big, black man unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock. David had never seen any black man’s cocks except on the Internet; and in keeping with the stereotypes of porn, he imagined Brandon to have a thick, black dick almost as long as his forearm.

  David began to thrust; and as he did so, he imagined Brandon stroking his enormous dick; pleasuring himself to the sight of Cassie’s pale, perfect body.

  David thought about the contrast between Brandon’s dark, brown skin and Cassie’s beautiful, alabaster flesh. And then, just for a second, he imagined what it would look like to see Brandon’s dark skin against hers.

  And then he came.

  Groaning hotly, David arched his back and detonated inside his sleeping wife; balls tightening and cock throbbing. She accepted each spurt, a motionless vessel to be filled with his hot, wet need.

  Finally, as he cock began to soften, David rolled off his wife and lay panting on the bed beside her.

  That mental image – of dark skin against white – flashed through his head again. But he tried to ignore it. Right at that second – moments after orgasm – the image horrified him. Not because it was necessarily wrong, or disgusting, or taboo – but because it had scared him just how exciting he’d found it.

  Chapter Seven

  The following, at work, good things happened.

  As David settled into his cubicle, his boss called out to him from his nearby office.

  “Hey! David! Get in here!”

  Slightly nervously, David padded into his boss, Lou’s, office, and was greeted with a big smile by the man.

  “Just got an email from I.T.,” he explained. “Brandon down there told me you’d pulled a few strings. I got ESPN and Live Sports white-listed on my firewall.” To demonstrate, Lou clicked his mouse and immediately the sound of a football game came roaring through his speakers. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

  David smiled, and before he left heard Lou tell him: “It doesn’t hurt to be the guy that gets shit done for people around here. You’re on the right track.”

  Sitting back down at his desk, David smiled. He’d been racked with guilt all weekend, at the thought of letting some stranger snap photos of his naked wife.

  But given this little victory, perhaps it had been worth it. In fact, what was the worst that could happen?”

  David got the answer to that a little sooner than he’d like.

  Double-clicking on his email inbox, the first thing he opened – without even thinking about it – was an email from Brandon.

  And when the message appeared onscreen, David suddenly found himself staring at a naked picture of his wife.

  His eyes widened. Desperately, David tried to click the ‘x’ button on the top right of the window, and then he stabbed at the minimize icon. Finally, thankfully, the picture shrunk off screen and David glanced around behind him to make sure nobody had seen it. Fortunately, it looked like nobody has spotted the life-sized photo of his wife’s breasts momentarily flashed on onscreen.

  Chest heaving, he leaned back in his seat and tried to get his shit together.

  Then the phone rang.

  It was the ringtone of an internal call, and as David glanced at the screen on his phone, he saw the call was listed as “F. Brown, I.T. Dept”.

  David snatched up the phone.

  “Brandon?” He hissed, trying to keep his voice low enough so nobody in neighboring cubicles heard it. “What the fuck, Brandon? I thought you said you’d deleted those pictures.”

  There was a warm, sinister chuckle from the other end of the phone.

  “Hey, relax, buddy,” Brandon’s deep voice demanded. “Just get your ass down to the I.T. department. You and I need to have ourselves a little talk.”

  * * *

  Stomach churning, David rushed downstairs to the basement of the building – where the I.T. department was located (or ‘locked away’ as the sales team described it.)

  In amongst the racks of equipment, and banks of flickering lights, David found Brandon’s office next to where the janitor kept his mops. He rapped on the door loudly.

  “Come in,” Brandon barked.

  David turned the handle and pushed. Boxes of computer parts blocked him from opening it, but he was eventually able to force his way through.

  And inside the tiny office, sitting behind a crumbling formica desk, was Brandon.

  “Hey, buddy,” the big, black man beamed when he saw David’s face. “Come in. Take a seat, man. We need to talk.”

  David didn’t feel in the mood to sit down.

  “What the hell, Brandon! You just emailed me a picture of…” his voice lowered, “my wife.”

  Brandon leaned back in his seat and laughed.

  “Actually, buddy, you just emailed you a picture of your wife. I was just cc’d in, you dig?”

  “W-what?” David’s legs started to feel week.

  “Yeah,” Brandon nodded. “Why don’t you shut that door behind you and I’ll explain.”

  David nervously clicked shut the door. He threw a couple of empty boxes off the seat opposite Brandon’s desk, and sat down.

  Brandon leaned back in his seat and smiled devilishly.

  “If you check out the address fields on that email,” he explained. “You’ll see it was your account that sent out that picture. To me.” He winked. “Nobody else has seen it. Yet.”

  “What the fuck, Brandon! Why are you emailing me pictures of my wife? From my account! You promised me you’d delete those pictures!”

  Brandon nodded.

  “Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” He admitted. “And I really meant to, at the time. But when I got home and started rubbing one out, I thought to myself: You can’t delete these. Just look at them. That dude David’s got a hot-ass wife. It would be like deleting a Rembrandt, or something.”

  David closed his eyes. Shit.

  He knew he’d come to regret letting Brandon into his house that Friday night. Now photos of his naked wife were in Brandon’s hands – and who knew what the unscrupulous bastard was going to do with them.”

  “Here’s what I’m going to do with them,” Brandon decided to answer that question himself. “I’m going to use them to earn myself a feel of those delicious titties of hers.”

  David went white.

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me,” Brandon purred, leaning back in his seat. “When I saw those big ol’ boobs your wife had on display, I thought to myself: I have to feel those things for myself. And it wasn’t until this morning, I figured out how to do it.”

  David gripped the arm-rests of his chair so hard, his fingernails dug into the plastic.

  “As for making that happen – well, that’s down to you, brother.” Brandon narrowed his eyes. “There’s a hard way, and there’s an easy way.”

  David said nothing, so Brandon continued:

  “So, you’re going to be waiting at your door at nine o’clock tonight, you dig? And I’m gonna come knocking and you’re going to let me in. And then you’re going to watch while I kneel down beside that queen-sized bed of yours and give your wife’s beautiful titties a good ol’ squeeze.”

  The bile started rising in David’s gullet. He glanced around the office, looking for something to throw up into.

  “Now, if you get it in your head to say ‘no’ to this arrangement,” Brandon explained, “I’m gonna go ahead and print out that email ‘you’ sent me this morning, and take it straight to HR.”

  “I’ll tell ‘em you’re one of these perverted white guys who’s got a fetish for getting black dudes to bang their wives, and you’ve been hassling me, sending me naked pictures of your woman, to try and get me to sleep with her.”

  Brandon allowed himself a sinister chuckle.

  “We’ve got all the ingredients there. Sexual harassment, racial discrimination. Man, I could end up with a nice tidy settlement from that, and you’d get your ass fired.”

  He then winked menacingly. “And imagine what your wife will say, when sh
e finds out you’ve been sharing pictures of her naked? Brother, I still don’t know how you scored a broad that hot – but she’d be filing divorce papers before you’d even collected your first unemployment check.”

  David nearly retched.

  “But here’s the alternative scenario,” Brandon’s voice got softer. “The one I hope you’ll be more… amenable to. Let’s say you go ahead and let me feel up your sleeping wife. How about then, in return, I make life a little better for you?”

  Brandon grabbed one of the monitors and wheeled it around so David could see the screen.

  “You know what these are?” He asked.

  David narrowed his eyes. Lists and lists of websites, subdivided by usernames – the first initial and last name of his colleagues, upstairs.

  “This is the web monitoring screen – I can see what everybody in the company’s doing on their computers from here.” He clicked on the name of David’s boss, Lou. “Check it out. Your boss just logged into Live Sport to catch the Formula One race.”

  He then scrolled to another user. “And check out Phil, from your Investor Relations department. He’s logged into eTrade for the third time today. Bet your boss would like to know he’s doing some insider trading on company time.”

  David’s eyes widened. He never knew the people in the IT department had this kind of power.

  “Or what about this? We keep quiet about Phil’s stock deals, in return for taking a few screenshots of them.” Brandon hammered into his keyboard, clicked a mouse button and then, to David’s amazement, a picture captured from Phil’s computer screen appeared.”

  “What’s that stock he just bought? $SFIO? Might not be a dumb idea to sink a little money into that yourself.” Brandon winked. “You see my ’85 Corvette out in the parking lot? I bought that on the money I made following these kinds of stock tips.”

  Brandon wheeled the computer screen back to face him.

  “You’re a smart guy, David. I reckon you could figure out a way to make your life mighty convenient if I gave you access to this kind of information.” The big, black man smiled. “And I’m sure you’d agree, it’s a lot better than the alternative.”