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Cuckold Humiliation In Public
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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(Sharing The Hotwife Book 2)
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.
I beat the eggs mindlessly, my mind drifting back to the past weekend when my husband had made me wear a vibrator in my pussy to the supermarket. The thrill of being turned on the entire time I was walking down the aisle of fruits and vegetable was so incredibly intense.
I had to strain to pay attention to every little thing that I was doing while clenching my pussy tight to make sure that the vibrator stayed inside me. It was the hardest thing I had to do. Even choosing the right sized apples and cucumbers left me absolutely breathless.
It really didn't help that we accidentally ran into his colleague, Alan. I had only spoken to him a few times, but from what I'd gathered, he ranked above my husband and appeared to be a really nice guy overall.
He was from Africa or somewhere of the sorts and spoke with a thick accent that made my pussy pulsate, quite literally. I shuddered when I remember the way his smoldering eyes burned into me, drawing me to him. My knees were weak and I had to lean to my husband's chest for support.
I was sure that he could see through the thin dress I was wearing and knew that I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. Even as he talked about work-related issues with my husband, I was mesmerized by the narcotic power of his voice and eyes.
I stirred the rest of my ingredients into the mixture absently. I wondered how Alan was like in bed. He was taller and more muscular than my husband. I imagine his cock would be bigger too. I gulped and tried to push that thought to the back of my mind. I would never cheat on my husband, Steve. Sometimes though, I wished he would be rougher with me. Too often he would leave me hanging in the bedroom.
I do enjoy the kinky exhibitionist ideas he would make me do on special occasions though! We barely made it back to the car and into our house before I had my clothes off and made him take me right at the front door. Sometimes, I fantasized that we were having sex on the other side of the door where all the neighbors could see, but that would be way too risky.
I couldn't hear anything over the pounding of my heart as I added the last ingredient into the cake. My imagination was having a field day with the different ways I wished Alan- I mean, Steve would take me.
I slide the cake batter into the oven with a grin, eagerly making my way towards our room to grab the vibrator from the cabinet. Like the day at the supermarket, I wasn't wearing anything under my thin dress. My hands were shuddering a little as I closed the window curtains. Darkness engulfed the room and took me with it. I smothered the large black dildo with lubricant and reached under my dress. The cold dildo made contact with the naked skin of my thigh and sent a shiver up my spine.
"Ohh," I moaned, biting my lower lip. I knew that I had forty minutes until the cake was done. I laid on the bed and imagined that Alan had taken me in the supermarket when we ran into him last week. His muscles were tight and obvious even under the t-shirt he was wearing.
I imagined him without his shirt, hard muscles rippling with his every move as he bent me over the shopping cart and flipped my dress over my waist so tha [...]