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- Herausgeber: Sandy Shores Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Nick hoped for a quiet night at home with his wife, Missy, and it even started out that way. Of course, a knock on the door at ten o'clock warns him that his wife has visitors, and his night just a took a turn for the better. Opening the door, Nick finds Mark and Victor standing there, ready to pay Missy a visit since their dates bailed on them. Missy is more than happy to satisfy their urges as Nick is told to fix them all drinks.
An erotic, interracial cuckold story.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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His Booty-Call Wife
A Cuckold's Story
Avery Rowan
Copyright
His Booty-Call Wife
By Avery Rowan
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Contents
1.
His Booty-Call Wife
His Booty-Call Wife
Missyslippedherrobe over her bare shoulders as she left the bedroom, her hair still damp from her shower. She could hear her husband, Nick, in the kitchen putting the finishing touches of dinner together. He was such a good boy, doing everything he was told and never bothering to argue. She might even reward him later.
Ever since Missy caught him jerking off to a video of two black men taking a white woman as her husband watched from a chair beside the bed, Missy had made sure that Nick knew his new role in the house. Oh, he had balked at first, saying the videos meant nothing, and he had just stumbled across them. However, a quick glance at his search history on his laptop told her—and him—that he had been truly busted in his fantasies, fantasies that Missy fully intended to make a reality. A permanent reality. If this is what her husband wanted, then this was damn well what he would get. She only wished she had known about his twisted perversion years ago. So many wasted cocks I could have had by now, she thought with a sigh. “Don’t forget to sweep the floor when you’re done,” she said as she entered the kitchen. “I hate walking on dirty floors. Makes my feet feel all gross.”
“Yes, love,” Nick said as he glanced up at her and smiled. “Did your shower feel good?”
“Lonely, but good,” she replied with a dramatic sigh. “I could have used some hard-bodied stud in there bending me over and drilling into me from behind.” She then glanced at him, a smirk on her face. “Too bad I’m stuck with a man who can only watch.”
“Hey, I like fucking you, too,” Nick pouted as he reached for the broom. “Just because we started this path, doesn’t mean I want to give up everything else.”
Missy walked over to him and patted his cheek. “Perhaps, you don’t want to give up everything else, but I just couldn’t have that small cock of yours in my hungry pussy now that I know I can have bigger and better. You’re job is to watch, serve, and clean up afterward. If you’re lucky, I’ll permit you the relief of jerking your tiny dick off, but only once my lovers and I are finished with you.”
He looked sullen, his lips turned down in a pout as he dropped his gaze to the floor. She didn’t feel sorry for him, however. Not in the least. She stopped feeling sorry for him the moment she saw how hard he got as another man bent her over and drove his cock into her, making her cry out in ecstasy as she surrendered to every whim her lover had. His pitiful excuse for a dick was never harder than when she was being fucked by another man. Nick might appear miserable and hurt when the sex was over, but as soon as the fun began, he became lost in his role as cuckold, his gaze locked onto his wife as she took cocks in all of her holes.
Missy leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Aw, now, don’t be like that. This is what you wanted after all, remember? You begged for this, to be a little cuckold while I found cocks that could please me.” She reached down and stroked his flaccid member, giving it a little squeeze as she did. “You’re only getting what you truly wanted.” She kissed his cheek again, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Now, why don’t you pour us each a glass of wine and meet me in the living room. We’ll watch some TV before bed.” She patted his arm as she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there holding the broom. Life had become so much better since she found out her husband yearned to be a cuckold.
NicktookMissy’s wineglass from her hand as he leaned forward on the couch, the movie they had been watching now over. “That was a good show,” he said as he stood to his feet. He then turned and glanced down at Missy, a glint in his eye. “Maybe you’d like me to entertain you in some other way.” He bounced his eyebrows as he stood there, hoping she would take him up on his offer.
Missy had been right earlier when she said that he craved to be her cuckold. He loved watching her being fucked by someone with a much bigger cock than him, the pleasure she derived from it as they speared into her, making her cry out with pleasure as she came over and over. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t like to fuck her as well. Once in a while, she would permit him to put his small cock inside of her, but she always made him eat her out afterward because she never came from his inadequate dick. He had grown so used to the taste of his own cum that when she started making him clean up after her other lovers, he didn’t balk, but dove right between her legs and licked up her juices and ate the cum out of her pussy. He hoped tonight Missy would permit him between her legs if even out of pity for him.
A knock at the front door, however, told him his plans were not going to happen. At least, not right then. He groaned as he set the glasses back onto the coffee table, glancing back at Missy. “Are we expecting company?”
Missy shrugged. “You never know these days, do you? However, I’m just as surprised as you.”
