by Michael Jade
Erotica/Short Fiction/Contemporary/Cuckold-turned-MMF
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Cuckold can't wait to share his hotwife—and gets a bonus! Hank’s fantasy about watching his wife with another guy is hardly a secret—naughty talk about another set of hands routinely spices up their bedroom play. But role play is about to take a backseat to reality when a trip to the movie theater becomes the stage for Hank and Amber to act on their hottest desires.
Excerpt:
"To shared experiences," Jerry said, holding up the glass in a toast. He favored Amber with a smoky look as he spoke, one she returned with enough heat to make Hank's insides churn pleasantly even before putting the glass to his lips.
Hank took a drink of the potent beverage and offered the glass to his wife. She broke the ice, all right, by taking the glass out of Jerry's hand instead and tossing back the entire contents.
"Damn," Jerry said, his brows arching appreciatively. "A woman who takes what she wants."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Hank said, blinking in shock as Amber coughed at the strong drink, wiping excess rum off her smiling pink lips with the back of her hand.
Hank took another sip, feeling the burn of the rum sliding down his throat along with the last bit of doubt that his wife wasn't fully on board with this program.
Meanwhile, Jerry measured out another shot and gulped it, but instead of swallowing, he gave Hank a downright erotic look and then grabbed the back of Amber's head, pulling him to her lips. So much for Hank's thought of easing into things with small talk.
With a gasp, Amber went to him. Their mouths pressed together with a hot urgency that started a little pulse in Hank's sleeping cock. He saw Jerry prod Amber's lips open with his tongue, and when she obeyed with a surprised little moan, a trickle of rum slid down her jaw and dripped onto her blouse. Jerry was demonstrating his own version of drink sharing, it seemed, and Hank's stirring cock awakened fully to see how much his wife was enjoying it.
Jerry pulled out of the kiss first, and it was his turn to wipe rum off his mouth with a smile. For a few moments, they all stared at one another, silent. Jerry's hand was still on Amber's head, and he began stroking her hair.
He pulled a strand around her shoulder to examine it. "I got cum all over your beautiful hair," he said, smoothing his finger over a spot that had dried stiff. "I'm sorry about that."
"Are you?" she asked, and Hank heard the breathless catch in her voice that told him how aroused she was. His heart sped up. "That's a shame, because I'm not one bit sorry."
That did it for Hank. Before realizing he'd moved, he was seated on her other side, leaning over to kiss the special spot on Amber's neck that always got her wet. She’d told him so. He was aware of Jerry's eyes on him, watching, and that tantalizing sensation mingled with booze lit Hank’s stomach on fire.
Jerry set the rum aside and followed Hank's lead from her other side. Hank heard her breath quicken in response as she tipped her head back to allow the two men to nuzzle and kiss her sensitive throat. Hank's hand moved instinctively to her breast, and he was surprised to find Jerry's already there, squeezing and massaging the firm, full flesh. The room filled with the sounds of their heated breaths and the occasional sigh of pleasure from Amber. Both men kissed her mouth in turn, each becoming more impatient.
Hank pulled Amber's blouse up, and his wife raised her arms to help him pull it over her head. Jerry drew in a breath of appreciation as he saw Amber's tits, which were nicely showcased in a tan lace bra. "She's got great tits, hasn’t she?" Hank asked, as proud as though he were somehow responsible for how incredible she looked.
"Fucking hot," Jerry agreed.
Hank's cock was throbbing in his pants, and he felt it ache even more at the excitement of revealing his wife's body to a complete stranger. Amber's expression mirrored that eagerness, and her nipples were visibly jutting out through the fabric of her bra. Jerry gave him a questioning glance, and to Hank's nod Jerry ran both hands over her breasts, hefting each in his palm as though testing their weight before rolling and pinching her hard buds between his fingers. She groaned loudly in approval, reaching blindly and desperately into both men's laps at once. He'd never seen his wife this horny, and he'd seen her plenty damn horny. He wouldn’t last long at this rate.
