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

by Fleming, Felicity

* * *

  The nerves continued at work.

  As soon as David sat at this cubicle, the telephone rang and David could see that it was Brandon on the other end of the line.

  “W-what do you want, Brandon?”

  “Hey, B-man,” Brandon’s voice was laconic. “No need to be unfriendly. How are you this fine morning?” He paused. “You got everything, ahem, cleaned up after last night?”

  David bristled at the comment.

  “Hey,” Brandon’s voice suddenly turned serious. “Figured I owed you a solid. You checked Phil’s screen today?”

  “Phil? Investor Relations’ Phil?”

  “Yeah. Remember what I told you?”

  David blinked.

  “No.”

  “I told you to sell your stock the moment he does – and he’s dumping a shitload of it.” Brandon sucked his breath in through his teeth. “You might want to follow that up.”

  Shit. David remembered the small fortune he’d made investing in Phil’s newfound penny stock. What had happened?

  “I gotta go.” David hung up the phone.

  A moment later, he was logging into his eTrade account and rushing to that stock page.

  His heart sank.

  In big, red numbers, the website announced that the stock had dropped 50% just that morning.

  David rapidly clicked through to his account and clicked the “sell” button; refreshing the screen once, twice, and then three times until some buyer on the other end of the Internet accepted his price and bought him out.

  Heart pounding, David clicked through to see how bad the damage had been. It would be incredibly disappointing to have made what seemed like an incredible fortune, only to watch it disappear almost as fast.

  Except it hadn’t.

  The eTrade website hadn’t lied. Today, the stock that David had invested in had halved in value.

  But that was today.

  And in the two days David hadn’t bothered checking it, something incredible had happened. His stock, which he’d bought $500 dollars in, had increased in value ten times.

  1,000%.

  David knew words like quadruple, for four times something, but he didn’t even know what the ‘ruple’ was for ten times something.

  All he knew that it now referred to him.

  Of course, that 50% drop that morning had sucked away half of those incredible gains; but it still left David with $2,500; for four days work. You could hardly even call it ‘work’ since David had pretty much forgotten about it until that morning.

  For a moment, David wondered if he should cash the money in, and started thinking about what he could do with the equivalent of two week’s pay.

  But then madness gripped him – and, still reeling at his good fortune, David logged back into the monitoring portal and brought up his colleague Phil’s screen.

  In real-time, he watched as Phil started investing in another penny stock; and this time David was right behind him. He jotted down the stock symbol, and the price, and simultaneously opened up a browser on his screen to purchase it himself.

  And he did. With all $2,500 dollars of his newly found wealth (well, minus fees and with a bit of small change left) he bought the stock.

  And then he did something else. Noticing that Phil had put a sell order on the stock, David to set an automatic function to do the same. This time, he hoped, he wouldn’t lose out if the stock came crashing down again.

  For a moment, David wondered why the stock grew so high in value, and then came crashing down so quickly. And then he wondered how Phil had known so deftly to sell the stock when it was at its highest.

  But then the phone at his desk rang again. David clicked “Okay” to complete the transaction, and snatched up the receiver.

  * * *

  A little before the end of the workday, an instant message popped up on David’s screen.

  It was from Brandon.

  See you tonight?

  David’s heart missed a beat.

  He tried desperately to think of an excuse – some way of saying ‘no.’ But then he remembered the image of the big, burly black man fucking Cassie, and his cock swelled in response.

  He didn’t want this. He swore to himself he didn’t. But, nevertheless, he typed:

  Ok.

  Chapter Twelve

  It was almost nine o’clock.

  David had checked on Cassie, and found her sleeping peacefully once again; the tinny noise of her hypnosis tapes playing through her headphones.

  He checked the drawer and, as expected, found just twelve of her sleeping pills left.

  And then he heard a rap on the back door.

  Mouth dry, he went to answer it.

  But as David opened the door, Brandon’s wasn’t the face that greeted him.

  “Yo,” it was another black guy – a burly looking dude with a gold tooth and shaved head. “S’up, blood?”

  Brandon was standing behind him, and ushered this stranger into David’s kitchen.

  “H-hey,” David staggered back, watching this big man swagger in ahead of Brandon. “Who is this?” He sucked his breath in through his teeth. “Who the hell is this?”

  “Relax, Man,” Brandon assured him. “It’s cool. This is my cousin Tyrone.”

  “But what is he doing here?”

  “Oh, him?” Brandon shrugged, as casually as if he’d just invited somebody over for happy hour. “I was telling him about your hot-ass wife and he wanted to come check her out.”

  David nearly exploded.

  “What the fuck do you mean?” he snapped. “Get him out! Get out!” He started to push Tyrone towards the back door – and that turned out to be a very bad move indeed.

  Like an angry bear, Tyrone whipped around and clamped a big, black hand over David’s throat. Then he picked up the smaller man and slammed him into the wall; so David’s feet were dangling off the floor.

  “Don’t you fucking touch me, man.”

  David’s face went white. His whole body went limp, as a defense mechanism – kind of like “playing possum.”

  “Woah, ease up on the kid, man,” Brandon stepped in, and laid his hands on Tyrone’s arms; encouraging him to lower David back to the floor. “He’s just looking out for his woman, dig?” And then Brandon turned to David. “Yeah, you don’t want to pull that shit with Tyrone.” He sniffed. “Let’s just say my cousin isn’t as… refined as the likes of you and me.”

  David staggered back, clutching his throat.

  “Y-you can’t do this,” he gasped. “The arrangement was f-for...”

  Brandon laughed.

  “Arrangement? Our arrangement?” The big, black man narrowed his eyes. “I seem to remember, the arrangement was I got to look at your wife’s tits. But instead, I bust my nut in the bitch last night, so it seems to be that the ‘arrangement’ is kind of fluid.”

  He patted his cousin on the shoulder.

  “And it just so happens I owe Tyrone here five hundred bucks,” Brandon grinned, “and he’s willing to… overlook that if he gets his turn with your sweet-ass woman.”

  “No, no, no,” David shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

  Brandon rubbed his hands together.

  “Listen, buddy,” he placed a heavy hand on each of David’s shoulders and stared into the smaller man’s eyes intently. “I kind of owe Tyrone, and you kind of owe me – and I’ve got a feeling that whether you say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to this, it’s going to happen either way.”

  David swallowed. He felt like he was going to vomit.

  “Let me see her,” Tyrone grinned. “Man, my balls are aching.”

  “She’s this way,” Brandon pushed David aside, and the two big, black men started striding down the corridor towards the bedroom.

  “Wait,” David called after them; and when they ignored him, he just scurried in their wake. “Wait! Guys!”

  Brandon was already opening the door to the bedroom. He held up his thick finger to his lips. “Sssssh!” Then they p
eered inside.

  “Aw, man,” Tyrone’s eyes widened as the light fell across the bed. “She looks like an angel.” He turned to David and snorted: “How’d this skinny white boy score a beautiful girl like that?”

  “Beats me,” Brandon laughed. “Come on; let’s take a closer look.”

  “Guys,” David warned. “Seriously, guys…” But they ignored him.

  Brandon stood at the top of the bed and grabbed the covers; lifting them up and exposing Cassie’s pale, curvy body.

  “Dayum,” Tyrone groaned. “Fuck, man. She’s gorgeous.” He started unbuckling his belt.

  “Woah,” David stepped forward and grabbed Tyrone’s shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re…. uumph.”

  The ‘uumph’ was because Tyrone’s big fist had just impacted with David’s stomach; knocking the air straight out of his lungs and sending him slumping onto the opposite wall.

  “Stay down,” Tyrone ordered, and continued unbuckling his pants.

  They fell to the floor just as the winded David looked up – and he immediately lost his breath again.

  Tyrone was naked from the waist down, and hanging from between his legs was the biggest slab of cock David had ever seen; even on the Internet. It made Brandon’s impressive dick seem entirely average; and made David feel like a eunuch by comparison.

  Tyrone saw the look on David’s face.

  “You like this, white boy?” He sneered. “I figured as much. Just wait ‘til you see it buried in that hot ass wife of yours.”

  And to David’s shame, he suddenly had an urge to see just that.

  “Yo,” Brandon was also stripping off his shirt. “What are you gonna do? You can’t go in dry, man.”

  “I got it.”

  Tyrone turned to David again. He pulled off his shirt; revealing a muscular body covered in tattoos. He tossed the shirt at David’s head, and then knelt, naked, in front of the cowering husband.

  “I saw that look in your eyes, white boy,” he sneered. “You want to see me fuck your wife.” He reached over and grabbed David’s chin between his thumb and finger. “You do, don’t you? Brandon told me about the last time – you jerking your little cocktail weinie off over your wife’s tits.”

  The big man leaned forward; so David could feel his hot breath on his face.

  “I’m about to fuck your wife,” Tyrone hissed, “and if you don’t want me to tear her up, you better get her ready.” He grabbed David’s collar and wrenched the smaller man onto his knees. “Crawl over there, bitch, and get her wet and ready for me.”

  “W-what?”

  Slap!

  Tyrone had just bitch-slapped David. The smaller man fell to the carpet, clutching his stinging cheek.

  “You heard me,” the big man growled. “Don’t make me ask again. Now get on your fucking knees over there and eat that bitch out until she’s dripping.”

  David whimpered.

  “Now, bitch!”

  Trembling, David clambered to his knees and crawled across the room to the edge of the bed. Then he found himself kneeling beside Cassie, head level with her hips.

  Hands trembling, he grabbed her knees and parted the sleeping woman’s knees. That exposed her neatly trimmed pussy; which opened like a flower as her thighs spread.

  The two black men were towering over David, watching impatiently.

  Nervously, David leaned forward, and opened his mouth.

  A moment later, his lips were touching her lips; and the sleeping wife moaned almost imperceptibly at the sensation.

  David’s tongue parted her pussy lips, and he tasted the familiar tang of Cassie’s delicious cunt. Despite the humiliation and terror of his current circumstances, David felt himself growing hard as the scent of his wife’s pussy flooded his nostrils.

  And Cassie was reacting as well. Even though she was unconscious, her body responded to David’s lips and tongue and wetness flooded his mouth.

  Eagerly, David started circling her clit with his tongue, and he shifted his weight so he could reach between Cassie’s legs with one hand. That allowed him to press two fingers against the tight little fissure of his wife’s cunt.

  He pressed, and felt resistance. Lifting his mouth from Cassie’s clit for a moment, David sucked his two fingers until they were glistening with saliva and then tried again. This time, her tight little pussy opened up and his fingers sunk inside; right up to his knuckles.

  Fingering Cassie’s g-spot and slathering her clit with his tongue had the desired effect. Within minutes, the sleeping wife’s breath had become deep and ragged, and her pussy was soaking wet; David’s fingers making an audible ‘squish’ as he pumped them in and out of her tight cunt.

  “’Kay, bro,” it was Tyrone, grabbing David’s collar and pulling his head from between Cassie’s legs. “That’s enough. I can hear how fucking wet she is.”

  David slumped to the floor, and found himself level with Tyrone’s crotch. The big, black man’s cock was half hard, and as long and thick as David’s forearm – just inches from his face.

  “Tell you what, punk,” Tyrone sneered, gazing down at the cowering husband. “You can have a little treat, if you want. Get my dick nice and wet, so it goes into your wife’s cunt smooth and easy.”

  David’s eyes widened.

  “W-what?”

  “You heard,” Tyrone gripped the root of his thick, flaccid dick and swung it into David’s face with a wet and meaty-sounding ‘thwack.’ “Suck it, bitch.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  David tried to form a response, but he couldn’t. His head was reeling.

  He wasn’t gay. He’d never even thought about sucking another guy’s dick before; and if he had, he was sure his response would have been disgust.

  But instead of that, David was feeling something else. Curiosity.

  His face was inches away from Tyrone’s enormous dick, and the sting of its meaty impact of his cheek still hurt. But David found his mouth watering…

  Without thinking about it – instinctively – the white husband leaned forward; and the next moment he found himself opening his mouth.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Tyrone groaned, as he felt David’s mouth envelop the head of his massive cock. “That’s right, you little man-bitch. Suck it.”

  And David did.

  He’d never sucked a cock before – never even thought of sucking a cock before – but he was a guy, and instinctively knew that what would feel good for him would probably feel good for Tyrone.

  So he sucked, and he swirled his tongue around the thick head of Tyrone’s dick, and he bobbed his head up and down until he gagged. Saliva started drooling down his chin and Tyrone’s massive, flaccid dick started to swell. Soon it stretched the corner of David’s mouth and prodded uncomfortably against his tonsils.

  Just as he started to choke, Tyrone grabbed a fistful of David’s hair and wrenched the husband’s mouth off his dick. The black man’s enormous cock slid from between David’s lips with a wet and sloppy ‘slurp’.

  “Damn,” Tyrone looked impressed. He was gazing down at his massive brown cock; glistening and rock-hard, like a freshly-oiled baseball bat. “You suck cock like a bitch.” The thug smirked. “You kept that up, I might have bust my nut down your throat, boy.”

  David’s eyes widened. For a second, his cock throbbed at the thought.

  “But I got other plans,” and Tyrone pushed past him and crawled onto the bed.

  Kneeling on the floor, David watched with horror as the bulky black man crawled between his sleeping wife’s legs. Hunched over her, Tyrone gripped the base of his massive black cock and aimed the head for the glistening lips of Cassie’s wet and waiting pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” Tyrone groaned, as he nuzzled the head of his cock between the folds of Cassie’s pussy. “She’s sweet as apple pie, this bitch.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the slit of Cassie’s pussy, opening her up and coating his tip with her wetness. “I bet this is going to go in smooth and easy.”
r />   And it did.

  As David watched, Tyrone eased his hips forward; and Cassie’s pussy opened to accept him. Inch after inch of that massive black dick slid inside her; stretching her pussy wide. At the half-way mark, the sleeping girl even arched her back and groaned; her hips lifting and give Tyrone even easier access.

  “Oh, shiiit,” he groaned, as he finally buried himself balls-deep inside her. “This bitch is tighter than a monkey’s knot.” He gazed down at Cassie’s serene face, on the pillow beneath him, and bent down to lick her cheek.

  David tried to get up as he watched this big, black brute lick his wife’s face, but Brandon had stepped up behind him and he pushed him back down.

  “She might be tight,” Tyrone turned to the two other men as he started thrusting, “but this bitch took every inch of me.” The bed started rocking as Tyrone fucked the sleeping wife. “Ain’t many white women who can do that.”

  David watched with horror at the sight: Tyrone’s big, black body between his wife’s pale, white thighs. Tyrone’s huge back and massive shoulders, riddled with gang tattoos. His bony hips and tight ass, pounding up and down as he forced that massive cock in and out of David’s unconscious wife.

  And then David looked lower, and his eyes widened.

  He could see it. He could see that massive shaft pistoning in and out of her – glistening with Cassie’s wetness. Tyrone’s big, black balls swung back and forth as he fucked her, and they slapped against her ass wetly with each thrust.

  “Dayum,” Tyrone gasped. “I’m about to bust my nut,” he turned to David and locked his gaze with the trembling husband. “You ready to watch me cum in your sweet little wife, white boy?”

  “N-no,” David murmured. “Please…”

  “What he’s trying to tell you,” Brandon laughed, patting David on the shoulder, “is that his woman ain’t on any form of birth control. In fact, they’re trying for a baby.” He looked down at David and stroked his cheek. “Ain’t that right?”

  David whimpered.

  “Well,” Tyrone groaned, “this bitch ain’t going to be trying for very much longer.” And then he arched his back, and thrust himself as deeply inside of Cassie as he could, and groaned.