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

by Fleming, Felicity

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Tyrone’s eyes rolled upwards and David could see his muscular ass contract. “I’m cumming.” And then he spurted inside David’s fertile wife; flooding her with his potent black cum.

  David’s stomach flipped. He didn’t know what to do, or think, or say. He just watched, in horror, as this complete stranger potentially impregnated his sleeping wife.

  After several seconds, Tyrone’s body relaxed. Gasping for breath, the big, black man leaned back and David watched him pull his softening cock from Cassie’s tight pussy. Even half-flaccid, Tyrone’s cock was immense; and it acted like a stopper in a bottle. As the thug pulled his shaft from Cassie’s tightness, it was followed by a deluge of cum; pouring in rivulets down the crack of her pale ass cheeks.

  “Aww, shit,” Tyrone grinned, as he clambered off the bed. “I hadn’t cum in a couple of days. I filled that bitch right up.”

  “Well, she ain’t had her fill yet,” Brandon grinned, unbuckling his pants. “Watching that got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.” A moment later his pants fell around his ankles and he stepped out of them. “Reckon I’m gonna have me some sloppy seconds.”

  David’s eyes widened. He’d already seen Brandon’s impressive cock before; but this time it was already standing to attention; rock hard and throbbing.

  As David knelt on the floor, he watched Brandon take his turn; clambering onto the bed and positioning himself between Cassie’s thighs.

  “She’s fucking dripping,” Brandon groaned, as he positioned himself at the entrance to her freshly-fucked pussy. “This is going to be like sinking into melting butter.”

  “Ha!” Tyrone was struggling into his pants. “You’re welcome, brother.”

  And then Brandon found out for himself.

  Lurching forward, he thrust into Cassie’s still body and, as expected, her freshly-fucked pussy welcomed his enormous cock eagerly. There was a ‘squish’ as Brandon sunk straight to his balls inside her; and then he started thrusting.

  David watched, transfixed.

  The bed rocked. The bedsprings creaked. Cassie’s mouth let out a soft ‘mew’ at every thrust – and there was a ‘slurp’ every time Brandon withdrew to prepare for another thrust.

  “Oh, shit, man,” Tyrone stood up for a better look. “You’re fucking drenching the sheets.”

  “Hey, don’t blame me,” Brandon was sweating. The older and heavier man couldn’t keep up with Tyrone’s pace. “You filled her up.”

  His thrusts grew faster.

  “Ah, man. I can feel it.” He turned to David. “I’m about to bust my nut too. How do you feel, watching two black dudes cum inside your wife? You like that?”

  David said nothing, but he didn’t need to.

  “Sure he does,” Tyrone whooped. “Check out his little boner, sticking out the front of his pants.”

  And David realized they were right. The front of his slacks were sticking out in a tent – formed by his rock hard erection.

  “Oh, he likes it,” Tyrone grinned. “Tell me, boy. Did ya like sucking my cock earlier too?”

  “Maybe he wants his turn after I’m finished in the bitch,” Brandon groaned, humping away.

  “Nawww,” Tyrone shook his head. “After she’s had both of us, his little wiener won’t be able to feel nothing. It’ll be like throwing a hot dog down the Lincoln Tunnel.”

  “Awww,” Brandon stuck out his bottom lip sarcastically. “Maybe he wants to jack off over his wife’s pretty titties again.”

  “Yeah,” Tyrone licked his lips. “I’d like to see that.”

  Brandon paused his thrusting and growled at David.

  “C’mon then, boy. Get on your feet. Lose those pants.”

  “Yeah, bitch,” Tyrone grabbed the collar of his shirt and heft him upright. David’s legs wobbled. “Get naked. Show us that puny little dick of yours.”

  David didn’t know what to do – so, as he normally did in circumstances like that, he did as he was told.

  Fingers trembling, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it. Then, nervously, he unbuckled his pants. A moment later, the scrawny white husband was standing naked with his hard-on straining for attention.

  “Jeez, you look like I could snap you like a twig,” Tyrone whistled.

  “C’mon,” Brandon was thrusting again, and the bed was creaking in protest. “Get up here. I’m gonna bust my nut the same time you do.”

  “Yeah,” Tyrone pushed David forward. “Let’s see that! Let’s see you cover her titties in jizz when Brandon blows his load inside your bitch.”

  David shuffled forward. He looked down at his naked wife, as she slept on the bed. Her whole body was being rocked back and forth in time to Brandon’s thrusts, and her big, pale breasts jiggled as the bed moved. It was hot. Fucking hot.

  David’s hand dropped to his crotch and he started jerking himself off.

  “Yeah,” Brandon watched. “That’s the spirit.” He started pounding harder. “Think you can cum before I do?” He increased his pace. “I’m fucking close, boy.”

  David continued jerking.

  “So what did you do the last time?” Brandon demanded, as he fucked David’s sleeping wife. “After I’d cum in her? Is this bitch going to wake up in nine months’ time with a black baby coming out of her?”

  David continued masturbating, but grunted: “I ate it out of her.”

  “What did you say? I couldn’t catch that.”

  “I said I ate it out of her,” David felt his cheeks burning. “I went down on her and got it all out.” He looked down in shame. “With my mouth.”

  “Fuuuck,” Brandon’s face lit up. “Did’ya hear that, Tyrone? I bust my nut in the bitch last night and this little bitch ate it out of her afterward.”

  “Shiiiit,” Tyrone’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s nasty.”

  “I didn’t want her getting pregnant,” David admitted.

  “Well, fuck, that ain’t gonna work,” Brandon shrugged.

  “I dunno, it might.” Tyrone snapped. “Besides, better ‘n nothing, right?”

  “Well, I hope you’re hungry, bitch,” Brandon groaned, looking up at David with a sneer, “because it’s chow time.”

  And with that, the big man let out a low groan and thrust hard into David’s sleeping wife.

  “Ohhh, fuuuck,” he groaned. “I’m cummin’ in her, David. You see that? I’m blowing a big load deep in your pretty wife’s cunt.”

  “Aww, man,” Tyrone clapped his hands. “That’s a baby maker right there.”

  “Sure is,” Brandon squirmed, as if adjusting his position to make sure the last few spurts hit their target. “Good ‘n deep inside the little slut.”

  And as Brandon came inside her, David came over her. Stroking his cock, he felt his balls contract and spurts of hot cum jetted out; splattering his wife’s beautiful tits like drops of frosting.

  “Good man!” Tyrone cheered. “Glaze that bitch!”

  And David did, squeezing each and every drop from his throbbing cock until he was finally empty.

  “That was an impressive load,” Brandon peered at the sticky mess all over Cassie’s tits. “Been holding it in a while?”

  The big man clambered off David’s wife, and there was a sticky sounding ‘slurp’ as his long, softening cock pulled from her well-used cunt. It was followed by an even bigger deluge of cum.

  “Dayum,” Tyrone’s eyes widened as he saw it. “That bitch is a mess.”

  “Yeah,” Brandon nodded, as he climbed off the bed. He turned to David. “Quit fucking about and get on your knees, bitch. It’s clean up in Aisle Four.”

  “Yeah,” Tyrone grinned. “If you don’t start eating that out of her, the bitch is knocked up for sure.”

  “Go on,” Brandon insisted.

  “Fucking hurry up, man,” Tyrone hissed.

  Cock growing soft, the naked husband dropped to his knees and crawled to where Cassie was lying. He lifted her knees to give himself access - and soon found himself looking dow
n at her open, overflowing pussy.

  Cassie’s cunt was open and dripping; like a glistening pink flower, drooling with cum. The thick, pearlescent fluid was dribbling down between her ass cheeks, and without even thinking about it, David dropped his head to catch it before it soaked the bed sheets.

  He extended his tongue and it slipped between her ass cheeks. Cum flooded it, and David slurped it up; sucking the salty strings into his mouth eagerly. He swallowed, mind reeling at the thought of drinking a cum cocktail straight out his wife’s freshly-fucked cunt.

  “Damn, boy,” Tyrone cheered him on. “That’s right. Drink that shit up.”

  “Get your tongue in her,” Brandon ordered. “Get it all out.”

  “Yeah,” Tyrone whooped. “My baby makers are swimming for their fucking life right now. Deeper and deeper. Gotta catch ‘em all, or you’re gonna have a beautiful black baby in nine months’ time.”

  David intensified his efforts. He slurped at Cassie’s pussy, and felt his mouth flooded with the combined cum of Brandon and Tyrone. It was salty, and acrid, and it brought tears to his eyes as he swallowed each mouthful.

  He cleaned every fold of Cassie’s pussy. He stuck his tongue deep inside of her and licked her out. Then he latched his lips around his wife’s throbbing clit and licked and sucked it until the sleeping wife groaned and arched her back and flooded his mouth with her juices.

  “Shiiit,” Brandon groaned in approval. “You sure know how to do that.”

  “Yeah, you might have a puny little dick,” Tyrone nodded, “but I can see why this bitch married you, the way you eat pussy!”

  “Maybe you could come around to my place sometime,” Brandon scoffed. “My wife’s always complaining I don’t go down on her.”

  David had tuned all their banter out, and was focusing on the job in hand. Only when Cassie’s twitching finally finished – after he knew he’d cleaned her as best he could, and licked his sleeping wife to orgasm at the same time – did he stop and pull his mouth away.

  Chin and lips glistening, he turned and looked up at the two men.

  “Okay,” David finally found some confidence. “Show’s over. You guys have to leave.” He looked at his sweaty, dishevelled wife. “I have to clean up.”

  Tyrone and Brandon exchanged looks.

  “Damn, watching you eat your bitch out got me half hard again,” Tyrone rubbed his crotch through his jeans. “Maybe we should stick around for round two.”

  Brandon nodded: “I might be up for that.”

  “The tape ends in fifteen minutes,” David was clambering to his feet. He jerked his thumb towards his sleeping wife, and the headphones she wore around her ears. “You want her to wake up and find one of you balls-deep inside of her?”

  Tyrone gave Brandon a nervous glance.

  “Okay, okay,” he held up his hands. “We’re outta here.”

  “Yeah,” Brandon was pulling on his shirt. “But same time tomorrow?”

  “No,” David repeated. “No, no no.” He pointed at Cassie, sleeping naked on the bed. “Her hypnosis course runs out in a couple of days. This is over, d’you here? Done.”

  It was all a horrible nightmare. A terrible mistake. He needed to end it.

  “Okay, okay,” Brandon saw the frantic look in David’s eyes. “We’re cool, brother. We know all good things gotta come to an end.”

  “But you said a couple of days, right?”

  “You did say that,” Brandon reminded him.

  David narrowed his eyes.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Why?”

  Brandon’s smile widened.

  “’Cos I reckon you owe me one more night, brother. Just one more.” He held up his phone, and a grainy video started playing on the tiny screen. David squinted his eyes to view it; and his stomach did a flip.

  It was a recording of Tyrone fucking Cassie – grainy and of poor quality, but good enough to clearly, undeniably make out Cassie’s features; and a big, broad black man hunched over her naked body; thrusting obscenely.

  “One more night,” Brandon repeated. “Just one more, or this video hits the Internet.”

  David’s shoulders slumped.

  He nodded, miserably.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next day, in the office, David tried to concentrate – but it was difficult with the taste of two other men’s cum still in his mouth.

  So instead he logged into his eTrade account to check on those stocks he’d bought in Phil’s wake – and nearly spat coffee over the keyboard.

  Once again, there had been incredible gains – the stock increasing over five times in value over the course of the last new days; approaching the sell limit that Phil had put in place.

  That had netted David over ten thousand dollars.

  He blinked and stared at the screen again. Ten thousand dollars. Technically twelve fifty, and change. All from a five hundred dollar investment; and all in just a few days.

  This time, David wasn’t waiting. He hit the ‘sell’ button and refreshed his screen anxiously. This time, there was no waiting. Eager buyers bid frantically for his shares.

  Within seconds, the shares were gone and the cold, hard cash – awaiting clearance, of course – was sitting in his eTrade account.

  David didn’t know what to think.

  After the crushing humiliation of the previous night, he suddenly felt incredible elation. It was a weird contradiction. David was suddenly in possession of a life-changing amount of money – enough to pay for a new car, the deposit on a house, or even the IVF David had, before this hypnosis tape thing, been wondering if he and Cassie would have to invest in.

  But at the same time, he was in a horrible predicament. He was basically whoring out his wife; and without her knowledge, no less! He was a despicable human being; and not so much for doing it – but for being so spineless, and so unable to say ‘no’, that he’d let Brandon and then Tyrone pressure him into it.

  But there was just one night to go. One more evening to endure.

  And while David felt wretched about it – like the most disgusting, worthless husband on the planet – he also felt excited at the prospect of seeing his wife violated by big, black cocks one more time.

  Before he closed his eTrade account, he opened up the monitoring portal in another window and logged into Phil’s screen. The investor was working on a boring work-related presentation at that moment.

  But a look back at his browsing history, and a search through the cache, revealed that Phil hadn’t been idle on the investment front that morning, either. He’d checked out one new penny stock that day – and apparently invested heavily in it.

  Heart in his mouth, David created a buy order for the same stock. He knew he was taking a gamble; but given how out of control the rest of his life was, it felt good to at least have some control over this – how he risked his new-found wealth.

  * * *

  At home that evening, David was subdued – so much so that Cassie asked him “is everything okay?” as he sat down for dinner.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, as he stabbed at his meatloaf. “I’m fine.” And then he narrowed his eyes and looked up. “Say, honey… How many more nights of that hypnosis have you got to go?”

  “Oh, that?” Cassie’s cheeks turned pink. She turned to her husband. “I don’t know. Another couple of weeks or so?”

  “You said it was two months,” David’s eyes were little slits. “Isn’t that about up by now?”

  “Maybe,” Cassie sounded noncommittal. “I’ll check my diary.” And then her face softened. She walked over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “You’re just impatient to get back to trying for a baby, aren’t you?”

  David forced himself to smile. He squeezed her hand and looked up into her eyes.

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “Something like that.”

  * * *

  That night, Cassie followed her routine.

  She had a shower and blow-dried her hair. Then, smelling of body lotion and
toothpaste, she kissed David on the cheek and told him: “I’m going to bed.”

  “Okay, dear,” David forced himself to smile. “I’m going to watch my show. I’ll see you in the morning.” And then he watched her walk to the bedroom and pull the door shut behind her with a soft click.

  He gazed up at the clock above the fireplace.

  Eight o’clock.

  An hour before he could expect that knock on the door.

  David’s heart was in his throat. He couldn’t believe what was about to happen. The previous night – when Tyrone had turned up on his doorstep (and thrown him up against the wall) came out of left field.

  Tonight, on the other hand, was premeditated.

  David was about to usher not one, but two strange men into his home to fuck his sleeping wife.

  But it was the last time, he swore. The last time.

  Never again.

  And with that justification in his head, David started thinking about what was about to happen instead; and then how it was making blood rush to his cock.

  It was wrong. It was horrific. But it was hot.

  At half past eight, David stood up and tip-toed to the bedroom. He opened the door and peered inside.

  There was Cassie, lying still on the bed, headphones wrapped around her ears.

  David crept inside and checked the dresser drawer. The orange pill bottle rolled to the front of the drawer and he quickly counted the remaining pills.

  Ten.

  So she’d taken another two. That meant she was out for the count.

  He closed the dresser and turned to his sleeping wife.

  She looked so beautiful. So serene. Like a sleeping angel.

  He wanted to step over and brush her hair from her eyes, and kiss her on her alabaster cheek. He wanted to whisper in her ear how he loved and cherished her.

  But instead, he was going to do something obscene. Something disgusting. Something that betrayed every promise he’d made her on their wedding night.

  For a moment, David thought of calling the whole thing off – of facing the consequences, whatever they were.