Cuckold - 6 Ménage Bondage Stories E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Cuckold - 6 Ménage Bondage Stories

Leseprobe

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CUCKOLD: 6 Ménage Bondage Stories

(Cheating Wives Watching Husbands; Sharing The Hotwife 1-6)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

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Public Surrender

(Sharing The Hotwife Book 1)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Public Surrender

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"Go to the bar in just your underwear, seduce three men, then make them take you hard and unprotected in the back alley, where I will be waiting and watching."

Sir's instructions are simple enough to understand. Carrying them out is another matter altogether... Will Victoria succeed or will being taken by three sexy, muscular men at the same time be too much for her to handle?

This is a standalone story that features a dominant husband watching his submissive hotwife be taken in public by strangers.

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Sir's Instructions Are Too Much!

I wasn't sure about what to feel about my master slash husband's latest instructions. The fact that he wasn't around to give it to me in person gave me even more mixed feelings! I had just come back after a shopping trip for my master and found the piece of paper on the dining room table.

I made sure that all the groceries were put where they belonged before going back to reread the instructions.

It was more than a little daunting that I didn't have the luxury of discussing the particulars with him and his words echoed in my mind as I placed the milk carton in the door of the fridge and the fresh vegetable in the proper compartments. Master liked everything in their designated spots.

When I was done, I sat down at the table and helped myself to the spaghetti that master had cooked while I was gone. I chewed on each bite thoughtfully and slowly enjoyed the food that my master had so painstakingly provided for me. We took turns cooking for each other and I particularly enjoyed it when it was his turn to prepare food for me. The tomato sauce was homemade and probably took him a while to boil down to the right consistency.

It wasn't long before my mind drifted back to his instructions and how I was going to meet his demands. I didn't want to disappoint my master. We have been working up to this moment and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he wasn't here with me.

That was the whole point of this exercise, however. We've had multiple discussions in the past and I knew that the next step was to offer myself up to strangers in public. I just didn't realize that my first task would have so many new challenges, all wrapped cozily in one!

I read the instructions out loud to try and understand what Sir wanted of me, "Go to the bar in just your underwear and seduce three men. Then, make them take you hard and unprotected in the back alley, where I will be waiting and watching."

I gulped, feeling my heartbeat speed up from the idea of being taken by strangers in a public place, without condoms no less. Under the instructions, Sir had written the bar that he wanted me to go to. We've only been there once and never tried again.

It was in a quieter part of town and catered more towards the artsy college group types. The last time we went, there were a bunch of foreigners who barely spoke English.

I took a deep breath and went around the house, hoping to find more clues and instructions on what to wear. It can't be that he wanted me to be in only my underwear! I had left the house wearing one of my old bra that was easily hidden under a hoodie and had neglected to wear panties altogether, thinking that my slacks were loose enough for my lack of modesty to go unnoticed.

Surely going out in my current underwear, or lack thereof, would be too conspicuous!

When I reached the bedroom, I found the set of underwear that he wanted me to wear draped tidily on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief, letting go of a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding in the first place.

He had chosen something that could double as simply sexy attire. The black top resembled a sports bra, though it didn't have any padding to hide my nipples if I became arouse. I gulped, knowing that I would most definitely be aroused if I were to leave the house wearing only that! I took off my hoodie and the old bra and quickly put the new underwear my master had chosen for me.

I couldn't help but check myself out in the mirror and saw that I looked easily presentable! I had a flat stomach from the strict diet my master put me on, and even with the minimal eyeliner I was wearing, my eyes were mesmerizing. I took off my pants and made sure that I was completely hairless between my legs. I stood with one leg up the bed and bent downwards somewhat awkwardly to check my pussy.

Spotless, I thought to myself with a slight smile. I gulped again, swallowing the urge to touch myself as my fingers ran over my outer lips to make sure that there wouldn't be a stubble. I had shaved just yesterday morning.

My pussy was already throbbing with need. The thought of being taken by three strangers in the back alley of a bar terrified and excited me all at once. I quickly put on the matching panties, glad to see that it was not a g-string. The fabric covered just enough to make it look as if I was wearing some sort of sexy sports attire. I've seen some women run in those and had always thought they were very brave to be out wearing such little clothing.

I twirled in front of the mirror and made sure that I was presentable. The phone rang suddenly and I all but jumped out of my skin.

"Sir?" my voice was a soft tremor. I sounded breathless despite not having done any heavy work since I've gotten back.

"Good evening, kitten," my master's voice vibrated through me from the other side of the phone. "Did you get my instructions?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I answered, gripping the phone tightly in my hand. I lowered my voice to a whisper, "Do you think I'm ready, sir?"

He chuckled light-heartedly, "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you were ready, kitten."

I felt a shudder down my spine. He always had a way of turning on all the right buttons. It was heart-warming to realize that he called me specifically to make sure I was alright with going through with things, even though he left it unsaid.

"Thank you, sir," I said finally, unable to find the right words to articulate just how grateful I am to have found such a considerate and caring master.

"I'll see you tonight," he said simply.

"Yes, sir," I responded promptly.

I waited to hear silence from the other end of the phone before putting it down, feeling ten times more relieved than I was before he called.

My relieve was short-lived. It only took a few seconds before the panic set back in and I realized that I should have asked him if I could wear a jacket over the underwear.

I looked back at the instructions and saw how he specifically underlined the word 'just' in 'just your underwear'.

I resigned myself to my fate and took a few deep breathes to calm my nerves. Just when I thought that my master couldn't get any better, when I walked into the bathroom, I found a glass of whiskey on the counter. It was sitting on a pink heart-shaped doily.

"For my nervous kitten," was scribbled on the doily. I smiled and picked it up to sniff it, catching a whiff of my master's aftershave. I reached behind me to try and pocket the doily before realizing that I was only wearing panties.

I giggled at my own foolishness as I downed the whiskey quickly, enjoying the burn that crawled down my throat with each swallow.

Then, I moved into the living room to reach for the laptop to find out what number to call for a taxi. Another piece of my master's puzzle dropped out.

"There's a car waiting for you downstairs," he wrote.

I smiled again, liking how much thought and planning that my master have put into this. I took a deep breath and felt the whiskey working it's warm magic on my stomach as I walked out of the bedroom. A pair of heels were set for me at the door. I somehow missed those coming in. I put them on and started on my way to the next journey, feeling completely overwhelmed, yet incredibly turned on.

There was a wetness between my legs that was positively dripping down my thighs. I was glad for the tight black panties. The cold air brushed against my skin to send ripples through me.

I shivered a little and wrapped my arms around myself. My nerves were on edge and my heart was hammering against my chest. I was terrified that our neighbors would see me walking around in my current state. I was barely dressed at all, despite what I keep telling myself.

A lovely Asian couple had just moved in next door. They probably would have an incredible cultural shock if they saw how I had just left my apartment in just my underwear.

The mere thought of it sent a cold shiver of fear down my spine and I quickened my pace. As if trying to catch more attention, my heels clicked loudly against the tiled floor. Thankfully, nobody left their apartments as I went down the elevator and my entire trip was unhindered.

True to his words, there was a black sedan waiting for me at the entrance of the apartment. The driver was professional in every sense of the word. He didn't say anything to me apart from, "Good evening," as I stepped into the car.

He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses despite it being 9pm and looked like one of those mafia types. I fought back a giggle and kept my composure serious, leaning back into the seat with my hands on my thighs. Goose bumps on my skin calmed down somewhat as the car made its way towards the bar.

My pussy was positively scorching though! I felt so incredibly turned on that it took actual willpower for me to stop myself from touching my pussy as I sat in the back of the sedan. I was sure that the driver was judging me from behind his dark sunglasses. The car stopped skillfully at the door of the bar. Like the last time we'd come to the bar, the place was painfully deserted.

I took a deep breath before exiting the car, the tip of my heels touched bare concrete as if I was touching an electric field. A cold ripple of fear crawled from the tips of my toes to the small of my back. The cold air blew onto my skin like a lover's kiss. The tingling on my spine was nothing compared to how hard my heart was beating against my chest. I had to force myself to take calculated inhalations as I moved forward.

I walked into the bar as quickly as my legs and high heels permitted. The warmth of the bar beckoned to me like a siren's song.

Loud music was playing inside the bar. All eyes were on me the moment I stepped inside the warmth and just like that, I was on my first step to succeeding in my master's task...

Three Cocks Too Many!

With my head held high, I continued walking towards the bartender, hoping get a few drinks before I could set on to my next task of seducing three men. A cloud of doubt hung over my head. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to catch the attention of even one man. The fact that I was only wearing a little bit of clothing probably helped my case in that I caught most of their attention almost immediately.

The crowd were oddly uniformed. Like last time, the bar was filled with young foreigners. I took a calculated look around myself and was surprised to find that there were only men in the bar! They were all dressed to the nines, wearing professional looking black tuxedos. Before I could think further about it, the bartender got my attention and beckoned me towards him.

"Good morning, Laura," the bartender greeted me as soon as I was within earshot. The music blared in the background, concealing our conversation between just the two of us.

I whirled around to face him. He wasn't someone I knew. "How did you-"

"Know your name?" he finished for me suavely and flashed a confident smile that showed his perfect row of pearly whites. "Your husband have arranged everything for you today," he explained, putting a glass of whisky on the bar. "Have a drink, and take your pick of three lucky men," he gestured around himself as if he was offering me a selection of fine wine.

I was a dizzy mess. I downed the drink quickly and let myself calm down before I asked the bartender in a trembling voice, "Are you here to help me?"

"Yes," he said with a lavish laugh. His voice sounded a tad foreign and had an Italian-like accent. "I am here to give you suggestions and background checks on the men that you are interested in before you make your decision. You do have to seduce them, however," he winked at me, "though I don't think that would be much of a problem." He licked his lips as he studied me, his eyes darkening with unspoken lust as he took in my state of undress.

I wasn't sure where to even begin. There were at least twenty men in the bar! I had been worried about getting even one man interested in me earlier and now I'm given the opportunity to pick! My master pampers me, that's for sure.

There were two men sitting at the corner who had been staring at me the moment I stepped into the bar. While the rest of the men were also staring, these two in particular caught my interest because their tension was positively bristling. They looked almost like twins, but I knew how dim light and alcohol could skew my perception.

"Who're those?" I asked the bartender, making myself as comfortable as I could as I sat at the counter.

He glanced at them and turned back to me, talking in an almost whisper, "That's Nicholas and Billy Cole. They're partners in a fancy law firm somewhere in Hungary, here for a holiday. Both single and available and have always been interested in sharing the same girl."

"They're brothers?!" I gasped, not quite sure if I was ready to do siblings!

He laughed and shrugged, "Some people dig it."

I stared at him, drawn to his comfortable air. He looked as if he belonged here and that made him immeasurably sexy. I have always been drawn to confident men. I took a small sip of the whiskey he put in front of me, "Do you?" I asked.

"I don't do men," he said with an air of seriousness before bursting out laughing, breaking the tension almost immediately. "Today I'm just the bartender and the messenger," he said with an apologetic shrug, sparing me the disappointment of having to ask him myself and be turned down. His chest puffed out somewhat though, proud that I was interested in asking him, of all the choices I had.

I was indeed, spoilt for choice. There were just so many sexy, beautiful men to choose from.

I shouldn't keep my master waiting for long though, so I turned back around, trying to find men who drew me in instantly. There was a young man who seemed to blend into the shadows. He was wearing the same thing everyone else was, a formal black tux, but somehow he wore his suit as if he was born in it.

His strong physique and smothering eyes caught my interest almost immediately. "Who's that?" I asked, gesturing to the black man.

"That's Owen. He's African," he said as if that explained everything.

"Oh," I said, surprised by his heritage. I would not have thought he came from Africa given his lighter skin tone. I knew I wanted him straight away. I've always wanted to share a bed with a black man. I licked my lips as I continued staring at him, crossing and uncrossing my legs as I did so. My brain wouldn't focus and the gripping sensation of lust was threatening to take over me.

"Is there anyone here who I'll regret not banging?" I asked the bartender, unable to thrust my own judgment at the moment. I felt as if I had swept up in a cloud of lust and I was ready to jump anyone who so much as look in my direction.

"I take it you like Owen," he said with a slight smile. He turned to the other side of the bar and tilted his glass to the two men deep in a discussion of their own. "Kyle and Jordan," he said. "Those two would make an interesting addition," he concluded without hesitation.

I turned to look at the men he had chosen for me. I gasped in surprise. They were already shirtless! A charge of excitement crawled through my spine when they turned simultaneously towards me. Their eyes breathed me in, cataloguing every curve and dip. I sucked in a lungful of air, feeling as if they were undressing me with their eyes so that I was completely bare to them.

I willed myself to turn away, "Why would they be interesting?" I asked.

"Because they're a couple," he said with a chuckle.

That sealed the deal for me. I stood up, my skin burning and trembling with need, and made my way towards my first soon-to-be lover: Owen.

Before he could even say a word to acknowledge my presence, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine.

I was instantly blown apart by the heat radiating from his body. His tongue sought entrance past my lips and I was all-too-ready to accept. His fingers rubbed my back and found my bottom in burgeoning frenzy, gripping and massaging my behind as he got over his initial surprise and took control of the kiss.

I could taste the animal lust within him. His brazen hands gripped me tightly so that it took all my strength to push him off.

"Do you know what I want?" I asked, my own voice a deep gravelly tone that sounded unfamiliar to me. Our chest rose and fell in harmony, reflecting the breathless urgency of our lust.

"Yes," he responded. His voice was deeper than any I had ever heard before and his single-worded answer had an intonation that left no room for argument.

"Tell me what I want," I urged him, aware that all eyes were on us and everyone was straining to hear our conversation through the loud music.

"You want me to fuck you while your husband watches," he said, his hands resting on my waist comfortably. His accent hung thick in the air and brought goose bumps to my skin. I somehow knew that he would be brutal during sex. "You want three men to take you in all your holes," he elaborated, his dark eyes burning into me. "Is that what you want, Laura?"

"Yes," I responded, leaning upwards to take him into another urgent kiss. His fingers were less urgent as he spread my butt cheeks and pulled my panties, revealing the soft flesh of my bottom for all to see as the fabric was lost between my cracks.

I moaned into his lips and pushed him away. His chest was like a brick wall. "My husband is waiting for us in the back alley. I'll be right behind you," I said.

He grinned and walked away from me towards the back door to meet up with my husband.

I turned towards the couple the moment he stepped away. I wasn't surprised to find that their eyes were on me. All eyes were on me. I knew I should feel embarrassed, but all I felt was the cold charge of excitement. a powerful and starving lust that needed to be fulfilled by any means necessary.

I gave the two men my best come hither grin as I continued walking towards them, my panties pulling against my pussy with each step I took. I could feel my own wetness seeping through. On close inspection, tey didn't look American at all and I considered turning around. I kept my head held high [...]