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  CUCKOLDS AND HOTWIVES

  Tales of husbands watching their insatiable wives.

  By David Black

  Copyright © 2014 David Black

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  The author can be contacted at [email protected]

  Table of Contents

  AN ISSUE OF ENDURANCE

  MY WIFE'S NEW CAREER

  THE MEASUREMENT WAGER

  HIGH SCHOOL SIZEQUEEN

  THE GREATEST T-SHIRT EVER

  A CUCKOLD HONEYMOON

  AN ISSUE OF ENDURANCE

  I was between her legs, licking furiously. I plunged a finger into her again and again as my tongue flicked back and forth over her clit.

  She arched her back and came hard. I kept it up until her orgasm slowly faded.

  “Get up here and fuck me,” she said.

  Panting, I climbed on top of her.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as I slid into her wet pussy, “Oh yeah baby.”

  Slowly, carefully, I slid in and out of her.

  “That’s right baby, take your time.”

  I went slow. But within a minute I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I groaned and lost it.

  “Sorry,” I said as I rolled off of her.

  “It’s okay baby.”

  Amanda and I had been engaged for eight months, and that was close to a record. I had pretty much made my peace with the fact that I was a ‘two-pump-chump’. I could live with that. I was a great guy in every other way. I just tried to focus on the other ways I could bring her pleasure.

  “You want me to get the vibrator?” I asked a little weakly.

  “Sure baby,” she said.

  I crawled over her and opened her bedside drawer. I pulled out the personal massager and plugged it into the wall. It was the type with a large round, white head that vibrated immensely fast.

  It buzzed to life and I adjusted it slightly. I placed it against her clitoris, and her breath quickened.

  “Does that feel good baby?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh,” she nodded.

  I kissed her. I kissed her again and again as she came.

  As I drifted off to sleep an idea slowly germinated in my head. By morning I was sure.

  After work I asked Amanda to sit down with me on the couch. After a few moments of awkward silence I blurted it out.

  “I want you to have sex with other men.”

  “What?!”

  “. . . I wish that I could fuck you the way that you deserve. But I can’t,” I said. My hands were shaking and my stomach was in knots. It seemed hard to believe I had actually gone through with it. “I want you to have that . . . even if it is from someone else.”

  “This is INSANE!” she said, a look of terror on her face.

  “You are so beautiful. And you are a very sexual woman.” I paused and took a deep breath. “I am beyond lucky to have you. I just want you to be satisfied in every way possible.”

  “I am!” Tears were streaming down her face.

  My heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of my chest. What was I doing? Was there any way this made sense? I took a deep breath.

  “I cum too fast. WAY too fast. I know that. I can live with that. But it would be easier to live with it if I knew I was providing that for you in a different way.”

  She was quiet for a long time. Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine.

  “This is ridiculous,” she said finally, her voice a little shaky.

  “No, it’s just sex.”

  “I don’t think I could even do that. It would be cheating on you,” she said.

  “It’s not cheating if I ask you to do it,” I said. “No guilt. I want this for you.”

  “. . . Would you be there? When it happened?” she asked.

  “No. I figured you would just go home with some guy from the bar. I’m sure a girl as beautiful as you could find a one night stand faster than I could cum,” I said, kissing her on her salty cheek.

  She let a little laugh escape.

  “. . . I don’t know,” she said, softly.

  “You deserve to get your brains fucked out.”

  “I don’t think I could do it without you,” she said, “It would feel wrong.”

  “. . . You mean you would want me to be there?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “It would make me feel safer. About the whole thing.”

  I looked at her beautiful, tear-stained face for a few moments.

  “I don’t know if I could watch.”

  “This is crazy,” she said, “I can’t believe we’re even discussing this. We should not do this.”

  “No, no.” I said, “Um, we don’t have to decide anything right this minute. We shouldn’t decide anything right away.”

  “You mean you want to be as sensible as possible while bringing another cock into our relationship?” she said.

  “Yes. I mean, I know you are being sarcastic, but yes.”

  “I have an idea. There are guys that are into that. They’re called cuckolds. Let’s watch one cuckold porno each week for a month. Then we’ll decide how we feel. Okay?”

  She thought for a moment and then nodded.

  “Okay. I guess,” she said.

  “After a month if you hate the idea, we’ll forget the whole experiment ever happened.”

  That night I found a video on the internet of a busty blonde getting thoroughly fucked while her husband sat in the corner and watched. Afterwards we fucked. I came in no time, just like always, and then I brought her to orgasm with the vibrator.

  The thought of me sitting in the corner and watching Amanda get fucked made me feel strange. By the next week it felt less frightening, and by the following week I was actively fantasizing about it.

  After the fourth video we watched I told her I wanted to act it out.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “You lay on the bed and get yourself off while I watch.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “And talk about another guy fucking you.”

  She nodded.

  I got a chair from the dining room and dragged it into the bedroom. I watched as she stripped down and laid on the bed. Amanda had bright red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had pale, perfect skin and breasts that were just barely a C-cup. She was small, just barely over five foot.

  She rubbed her hands over her breasts.

  “You like this baby?” she asked a little nervously, “seeing another man touching your fiancée?”

  “Uh-huh,” I said.

  She took two fingers and slid them into her pussy.

  “What about this?” she asked, with a little more confidence. “Watching him slide his cock into me?”

  “Yes baby,” I said, struggling not to touch my erection.

  “Oh his cock feels good baby.” She thrust her fingers in and out while her thumb stimulated her clit.

  “Oh, he’s gonna make me cum baby,” she moaned.

  “Good,” I groaned, pulling my cock out of my pants. I stroked myself and immediately exploded all over my lap.

  Her fingers slowed and finally withdrew.

  After a minute she asked, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “A hundred percent,” I said.

  “You sure you can handle it?”

  I nodded vigorously.

  “Then find another video and get me the vibrator,” she said.
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  The next night we put an ad on both craigslist and AdultFriendFinder. We got a few messages. She tried to send back flirty replies, but most of them were either guys that were unwilling to send anything but dick pics or they where old or fat or couldn’t type a full sentence.

  After two weeks we were both starting to get a little anxious.

  “What about Steven?” she asked me.

  “My old roommate, Steven?”

  “Yeah,” she nodded.

  “Are you attracted to him?” I asked.

  “ . . . I do think he is handsome.”

  “Oh.” I hadn’t really thought about her fucking someone we knew.

  “And remember that one night that he brought that blonde girl home from the bar and we had to listen to her moaning all night?”

  I nodded. “I don’t know . . . if I’d be comfortable with that.”

  “Aren’t we all getting well out of our comfort zones here?” she asked.

  “Yeah, no you’re right,” I said. “Let’s just give the ads another week or two first.”

  That time came and went without any good options developing. I reluctantly and nervously called Steve and asked him to meet me for a beer.

  It was two days later that we met up after work. We had barely started our first beer when I blurted it out.

  “Hell yes, I’ll fuck Amanda,” he said. “I mean as long as you’re sure you are okay with it.”

  “I am,” I said, taking a big gulp of my beer. The conversation had gone much easier than I had imagined. I only hoped the event itself would go so smoothly. Steve and I finished our beers and one more round. We set a date for Friday, two nights later.

  We met up at a bar first as it seemed the best course of action was for us all to be fairly inebriated. Amanda wore a pair of tight black slacks and a sparkly, revealing top. She was nervous as a schoolgirl, but I was even worse.

  She insisted we get to the bar early so we could get at least one drink before Steve arrived, but when we got there we found that he had arrived even earlier than us.

  He waved us over. Steve and Amanda hugged somewhat awkwardly. Aside from both their nervousness, Steve was tall. Even with her heels on he was a foot taller than her.

  We quickly ordered drinks and tried to avoid the topic of the impending railing he would be delivering to my fiancée.

  After three rounds we made our way back to our place. In the kitchen I got out a bottle of rum and a 2-liter of coke.

  Steve sat on the couch. After a moment of hesitation Amanda sat down right next to him.

  I grabbed one of the chairs across the room and sat down. My heart was racing. Somehow that felt like the action that marked the beginning.

  Each of us drank quickly, eager for the bravery alcohol provided. I could see that Amanda was getting quite tipsy.

  “Should I pour another round?” I asked.

  “No,” Amanda said, “. . . I’m ready.”

  “You sure?” I asked.

  She nodded and turned to Steve. She placed her hand on his lap. For a few moments they just looked at each other. Slowly she moved her hand from his thigh to his groin. She rubbed his erection through his jeans.

  “Kiss me,” she said. Steve quickly leaned down and their lips met. She fumbled with his belt buckle as they slowly kissed.

  My breath was heavy as I watched the scene unfold. I was rock hard, but I still felt a pit of nervousness in my stomach.

  They made out as she worked his pants down to mid-thigh and exposed his dick. I was just about average. Steve looked to be at least two inches bigger than me.

  When her hand touched his cock she broke their kiss and looked down.

  “You’re big,” she said.

  “Thanks,” he panted.

  I went to the kitchen and quickly poured myself another stiff drink. I heard Steve moan in the living room. I rushed back in and found Amanda’s lips wrapped around his cock.

  After a minute, Amanda suggested we move to the bedroom. She let out a yelp as Steve picked her up and carried her in that direction. I followed and took my seat against the wall.

  Steve kicked his pants off as Amanda laid on the bed unbuttoning hers. He pulled her heels off and then reached down and grabbed the waist of her pants. He pulled her slacks and her panties off with one swift motion.

  She gasped as he slid two fingers into her.

  “Oh, she is dripping wet man!” Steve said to me.

  I felt short of breath.

  “Fuck me, Steve!” she ordered.

  He quickly moved to oblige her. He planted his knees between hers and placed the tip of his cock against her pussy.

  “Mmmm,” she purred.

  Then he pushed his cock into her.

  “Yow-NHH!” she whined as he struggled to push the last few inches into her.

  “Definitely big,” she muttered.

  Steve quickly started to thrust in and out of her.

  “Oh that feels good,” she gasped.

  “Yeah?” he asked, panting.

  “Unh-huh . . . Danny would’ve cum already,” she giggled.

  I winced a little, but my cock twitched all the same.

  Steve fucked her harder. He pushed her legs up toward the head of the bed and drove his cock straight down into her again and again.

  “Uhhhhl-yeah!” she moaned. “Oh yeah!”

  I could feel my erection rubbing against the inside of my pants. It leaked precum as I watched him pound my fiancée.

  “It feels so good baby,” she whimpered. “He’s gonna make me cum!”

  I watched her tremble and shake as she gasped for air.

  Steve didn’t even wait for her to finish cumming. He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. He held her by the waist and lifted her ass up into the air a little.

  “Ohhhh-GAWD!” she screamed as he slammed into her from behind.

  He pinned her against the bed and fucked her hard.

  “Unghh . . . gaww . . . " she whimpered, “. . . jesus.”

  I rubbed my hand over the tent in my pants. There was a lump in my throat as I watched him fuck her senseless.

  “Oh-YAAH!” she screamed into the bed.

  He had one hand on her shoulder while the other gripped her tight ass. He pounded his big dick into her mercilessly.

  Amanda whimpered. She was breathing so fast it sounded like she was hyperventilating. He slid his hand under her and pressed against her clit hard. She shrieked and her whole body convulsed as he hammered her pussy.

  After several more minutes he finally slowed and pulled out. She laid in a daze, motionless, as he stroked himself. He let out a groan as he sprayed cum all over her ass and her sparkly, silver shirt.

  Steve climbed off the bed, panting.

  “You’re up,” he said.

  I kicked off my pants and nervously climbed onto the bed. I tried to roll her over but she shrugged me off.

  “Just do me like this,” she murmured into the mattress, exhausted. I lifted her hips a little and aimed my cock at her pussy. Slowly I pushed into her well-used pussy.

  I slid in and out of her very slowly. Somehow this seemed like the worst part. Steve watching me and judging me after his potent display of virility. I tried to think of baseball. Statistics. Anything. But within a dozen slow thrusts I erupted anyways.

  I rested there for a few moments and then carefully slid out of her.

  She let out a little giggle.

  “I told you he’d cum fast,” she said.

  MY WIFE'S NEW CAREER

  “What are we gonna do?” Heather asked.

  Her unemployment was about to run out. I had been self employed, which meant that I had never been eligible for unemployment. Rent was due the next day and we didn’t have enough.

  “I have no fucking clue,” I said. I hated not having all the answers. I wanted so badly to be able to fix everything.

  “I suppose I could offer Mr. Davis a blowjob,” she said with a laugh.

  I stared at her for a m
oment. Mr. Davis owned the apartment complex where we lived.