Cuckold Nights Trilogy E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Cuckold Nights Trilogy

Leseprobe

Cuckold Nights Trilogy

By Jane Snow

© 2019 Jane Snow

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

Thank you for taking a chance to read this steamy interracial story. I hope you feel the same intense pleasure I felt while writing this. For more hot interracial stories, also look on my publisher’s site, PEAR Stories.

Table of Contents

Cuckold Nights 1 – At the Bar

Cuckold Nights 2 – Room Service

Cuckold Nights 3 – In Our Bed

About the Author

Cuckold Nights 1 – At the Bar

I paused as I stared at the computer, stunned at the download history that randomly popped up on the screen. My eyes worked their way back and forth as my finger scrolled down. They were all video files with the filthiest of names.

“My wife fucks a BBC?” I whispered aloud, hovering the mouse over the ‘open file’ icon.

After a bit of hesitation, I clicked to open the file. I was curious to know what a BBC was and why my husband wanted to see another man’s wife fuck one. The footage was a bit shaky at first, like someone was holding a camera phone and trying to adjust it. It was hard to see as well, dark and muddied as I heard someone say something, but the audio was pretty muffled.

“Wow… Amateur hour,” I sighed and readied to close the file.

Before I clicked, the person holding the camera steadied themselves and the video focused. Someone apparently turned on a light as the screen turned white for a moment and the camera adjusted. I gasped as I saw a tall, muscular black man come into frame wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs. There was a large bulge at his crotch, much too large to be his member, I thought.

A blonde woman walked into the frame from the other side and immediately got on her knees. Her hands gripped the black man’s waist band and she winked at the camera. “Are you ready?” She asked.

“Oh yeah baby,” a voice closer to the camera responded as it shook a bit.

She pulled down the black man’s boxer briefs and I let out an audible yelp. The black man’s long, slender member swung freely between his legs as his boxer briefs dropped to the floor. As he moved one leg to pull his foot out, his manhood flopped around wildly.

“Oh my God…” I whispered, almost in unison with the blonde woman on the screen. “There’s no way that’s real,” I continued, leaning in closer to the screen.

I wondered if it was some sort of warping on the video or if maybe the video was playing tricks on me. As the blonde woman stroked the black man’s member, it hardened quickly, growing even longer and thicker. The camera shook a bit and moved in closer.

“Holy shit…” I whispered as I paused the video.

It was real, no camera tricks or warping on the video. I began to wonder if the woman was just small compared to the black man. But even if she was, for his manhood to look so large, she had to have tiny little hands.

“Unbelievable,” I said as I licked my lips and continued to play the video.

The blonde woman stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his member before opening her mouth and taking it in. She gagged immediately as she stroked the remainder of his shaft. My own juices began to flow, the folds of my sex growing wet at the scene.

I clicked ahead, about halfway into the video. The video paused for a moment before skipping forward. The woman was now on her back on a bed; her legs spread wide open while the black man pounded away. She screamed wildly as the bed bounced and creaked as if it were about to break. Surprisingly, there was a rather pudgy white man sitting on a little couch next to the bed, stroking himself. “Yeah, ride it!” The pudgy white man groaned.

“That must be the husband,” I said to myself as I continued watching, mesmerized by the powerful pounding.

“Uh… honey?” A voice interrupted.

I quickly paused the video and looked over to see my husband nervously staring back at me. His face was red as his eyes darted from side to side. “I uh… Look, um… I can explain,” he stuttered.

“What’s there to explain?” I asked as I turned the chair and crossed my legs. Watching him squirm uncomfortably was oddly satisfying.

“Well, you see… I… Um…” He was speechless and I could barely contain my laughter.

“Oh please, calm down. You watch porn, so what?” I said, waving my hand and shaking my head. “Don’t look so pathetic, just admit and own up to it,” I continued as I stood up.

His face was still red, his eyes darting down to stare at the floor. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “Get over it,” I said as I patted him on the shoulder. “Why are you even watching that? I asked if you wanted to have sex yesterday and you…” I paused for a moment. “Wait, you went straight to the office afterwards. You would rather watch that and get off than have sex with me?” I asked, feeling a bit angered.

“Wait, hold on, hold uh… look, I can explain,” he stuttered again, raising his arms up as if he were defending himself.

I knew our sex life had taken a bit of a hit, sliding back to the backburner but watching porn, amateur porn at that, over having sex with me was startling. “I don’t get you off anymore?” I questioned.

“That’s not it. Look, I… I’ve had this fetish,” he admitted as he sighed. “I’ve been fantasizing about it so much lately that I… I couldn’t get my mind off of it,” he continued.

“Fantasizing about what? Having sex with that woman?”

“What? No! No, no, you misunderstood. I uh…”

“Just spit it out already,” I said impatiently.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you with a guy like that,” he replied.

“What? A guy like… who? The guy in the video?”

“Yes,” he responded.

I paused, hesitating to ask the next question. “Which one?”

He looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

“There’s two guys in the video.”

“Oh, not the husband, I meant the black guy,” he blurted.

“You fantasizing about me and a black guy?” I asked.

“Yeah, and me… well, watching,” he replied. “I fantasize about being cuckolded.”

“Cuckolded?”

“Yeah, watching another person have sex with you.”

I stared at him, my mouth agape as I tried to process his words. He wanted me to cheat with another man, in front of him. “Wait, is this some weird way of getting me into a threesome?” I questioned.

“No, no way. I’d be watching,” he responded.

“So… You want me to have sex with some random stranger in front of you? That’s your fantasy?!”

“Not just some random guy…” He hesitated. “But a black guy.”