Cuckolded Husbands Bundle E-Book

Malory Chambers

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Cuckolded Husbands Bundle

Leseprobe

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Cuckolded Husbands Bundle

(Sharing The Hotwife 4-6)

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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Given To My Husband's Bosses

(Sharing The Hotwife Book 4)

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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After being caught in the act with her teacher in the classroom, Evelyn marries the older man and runs away with him. It seems like a whole new chapter of Evelyn's life is about to begin when her new husband is finally offered a promotion in the Fortuna 500 company. Raymond only has to go through one final interview with CEOs. But when the time comes for the interview, Evelyn is requested to join in. They want her to show them just how badly she wants that promotion. Raymond watches helplessly as they take his wife in ways that he has only dreamed of. This is a standalone story that features a cuckolded husband surrendering his submissive hotwife to two sexy billionaires in the office, all for the sake of money.

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First Time Sex in High School

"Why do you think they would want me in the interview?" I asked my husband, Raymond, while going around the kitchen trying to find the right sauces for the chicken soup I was preparing.

He flopped on the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table, tired from a long day of work. He shrugged as he picked up the remote to turn on the television, "not a clue."

I rolled my eyes, tired of telling him off for putting his feet on the table. I swallowed the urge to remind him about taking off his shoes before coming into the house. Instead, I asked, "Dinner's ready if you're hungry?"

"I had dinner already," he said with a self deprecating chuckle, "the guys wanted to have a pre-celebration before I get rejected for the promotion."

I bit back another complaint about him having dinner without letting me know. My stomach growled and rumbled loudly. "What makes them think you're going to get rejected?"

He didn't bother to answer me this time, focusing instead on the campy show playing on the television.

When I heard that he was being offered promotion in the Fortuna 500 company, I felt as excited as a little girl for Christmas.

Raymond had only worked in Grants & Reynolds Financial Corp. for a little more than six months. A promotion so early in his employment in the cut throat environment was almost unheard of.

I knew he had been coveting the promotion since the first day he set foot in the company. He went to work earlier than anybody else and was usually the last to leave. He wanted to be able to provide me with the lavish lifestyle that he promised me when he asked for my hand in marriage.

I was only eighteen when we first crossed paths. At twenty six, Raymond was eight years older than me, though I never worried about the age gap between us. I had a friend who married a guy who was twenty years older than her! He had a big house, expensive cars, and just generally lived a lavish lifestyle. I thought that marrying Raymond would be the end of my own financial woes.

I had been itching to get away from my own boring life and Raymond swept me off my feet like Prince Charming with Cinderella. Raymond was helping his friend cover for a class in my high school and it was love at first sight. Leaving Boston was not so much a choice as it was a necessity. Blood rushed to my face as I remembered the circumstances of our departure. About how we were literally caught in the act...

"Evelyn, could I talk to you after class?" Raymond asked me quietly as he handed me to assignment that I had finished earlier.

"Of course, sir," I mumbled, blood rushing to my cheeks as I shyly took the paper from his hands. Our fingertips touched, sending a sizzle of electricity through my skin.

"Please," he smiled at me, the edges of his eyes wrinkling in earnest, "Call me Raymond."

"Yes, Raymond," I said with a smile.

My friends giggled with me when I returned back to my seat. I was positively glowing with anticipation. While he continued with Science class, my thoughts were miles elsewhere. The growing sensations between my legs made me nervous. I worried that my classmates could sense how aroused I was.

I couldn't wait for the class to end as I rubbed my legs together and tried to will the prickling away. The rest of the class passed in a blur and as my classmates walked away, they winked at me knowingly.

Raymond grinned at me as he walked to the door and locked it behind him with a resounding click. "Well then," he said, taking firm steps towards me, "let's get started, shall we?"

I licked my lips and pulled my chair back and away from the desk, allowing him enough space to kneel in front of me.

He slowly began to feel his way up my legs, massaging my calves over the long stockings, then knees, then thighs. His touch flared up the excitement that had been boiling inside me, resting somewhere in my belly until my breath hitched in my throat.

"Raymond, what if someone comes in?" I gasped. His hands came nearer and nearer to the source of my pulsing heat.

"Then we should hurry up, shouldn't we?" he said with a light-hearted grin, his hands warm against my inner thighs, pushing them outwards until my legs were eased apart.

I glanced over at the door, dreading that somebody would look into the room and see him rubbing his hands on me.

I let out a strangled moan when I felt his finger touched my wet set, a solitary finger sliding along my slit to drive every worry from my mind. The classroom melted away until there was only me on the chair with Raymond kneeling in front of me, his finger introducing me to pleasures beyond my wildest imagination.

I could feel my wetness dripping out of my pussy and moistening his finger as he stroked the pulsating heat between my legs. His fingers delved deeper and deeper until waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I shuddered, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I held back the scream of pleasure threatening to burst out of me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to dive into the pleasurable waves that was coursing through my veins.

Blood hummed in my ears and I let out a strangled cry when he finally pushed away my panties and penetrated my pussy with his fingers.

"Ohh, Raymond," I moaned, gripping him tightly.

He pulled his hand away and stood up, "Why don't you get rid of that pesky underwear."

"Here?" I gasped, glancing around me like a rabbit caught in a trap. "What if someone walks in?" I asked again, feeling like a broken record.

"Nobody would find us if you'd just hurry up," he teased, stepping aside to watch me strip.

My fingers trembled as I submissively pulled my panties down my legs, sliding the small garment off my feet as my heart thumped against my chest rapidly. "Is this alright?" I asked, dropping my panties on the floor.

"Don't be silly, everything has to go," he ordered, using his stern teacher voice.

I started undoing the buttons on my shirt and when I wasn't stripping fast enough, he grabbed my shirt and tore it open, pulling and dragging the fabric from me until I was only in my bra and short skirt.

"Should I help you with those too?" he asked, his voice tinted with impatience.

I shook my head, "I can do it!"

"Okay," he grinned and took off his own belt, never taking his eyes off me as I took off my bra carefully. I unzipped my dress and let it fall onto the ground. My heavy breasts dropped a little to my chest without the support from the bra. When he licked his lips, I imagined he was licking my nipples and immediately felt them harden.

I lowered my gaze and saw that his cock was erect and pointing out of his pants, large and throbbing, ready to penetrate me.

His hands gripped my breasts lightly, teasingly.

"Ahh..." I arched my back, leaning into his touch, wishing he would do more. A strangled cry left my lips as he ran his thumbs over my nipples, flicking them. Shocks of pleasure rippled down my spine as he continued flicking his thumbs over my nipples, back and forth. He suddenly clamped his fingers on my nipples and twisted punishingly.

I gripped his wrists, torn between wanting him to continue torturing my nipples and stop it altogether. A soft whimper left my lips when my efforts to pull his hands away only succeeded in pulling my breasts outwards.

"Ohh, that feels- that feels-" I murmured, my voice trembling with arousal. I crossed my legs and dug my toes into my shoes, feeling my wetness dripping out of my pussy and onto the inside of my thighs.

He let go of my nipples and massaged my breasts, playing with the soft flesh around my sensitive nipples. He lowered his head onto my breasts and licked my nipples. I panted loudly pushing my chest towards him so he would take more of my breast into his mouth.

My fingers curled into his soft hair and I threw my head back, feeling consumed by the sensation of his mouth on my nipple. His hand went to my breast and he rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumb as his tongue continued stimulating my other breast.

"Raymond, take me," I begged.

He looked up at me, his steely eyes gazing into mine, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I nodded, never been more sure of anything in my life. He didn't need any more prompting, grabbing my waist and picking me up.

He seated me on the desk, the cold, wooden material on my naked bottom sending chills of pleasure through me. I glanced over at the door one last time before his cock poised at my entrance threw all caution to the wind.

I could feel his own cock throbbing near my entrance. I moaned and raised my hips, wishing he fuck me already. As he pushed his cock against my moistened entrance, the head of his cock slid in easily into my virgin hole.

"Ohh," I moaned, gripping his muscled bottom and pushing him towards me.

He lowered his fingers to my pussy and circled my clit, rubbing the sensit [...]