Crave My Wife 6: Wife Sharing. Submissive Hotwife & Husband, Rough Cuckolding by Her Boss by Tinto Selvaggio

Author:Tinto Selvaggio [Selvaggio, Tinto]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2020-10-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Joe

I turn my back on the abhorrent basement scene that incinerates my whole being. The image of Rachel exposed and Amanda stripping for the entertainment of the two old men scalds me. I grip the cold, iron handrail on the stone steps; hear a door close behind me. How can I leave her there?

I stop a few steps up. Consider a rush back to her. But keep a hold of the rail. Breathe. Breathe. Twist around and peer back down. She wants to do this. She wants it. Feel for my cock with my free hand. Pull the rail and myself forward with the other.

To the door at the top of the stairs then beyond to the laundry room.

Chris, Amanda’s husband spins his body swiftly away from me. Hand down the front of his jeans.

“Hey,” I mumble, clear my throat, look away from him. I try to act like I saw nothing. Try to hide my rushed breathing, my need to run.

“Oh yeah, right,” he coughs, pulls the bottom of his blue, check shirt further down over his groin, both hands exposed now. “You OK?” he asks.

“I’ve just been down,” I indicate the stairs with my head, “said they’d give us a shout in a while.”

“Right,” He nods.

My thoughts are pulled away from this other husband’s awkwardness and my own burning face and back down to Rachel and what could be being done to her downstairs. My heart races. Mouth is dry.

“They don’t let us go into the main part of the house,” he says and nods at the door away to his left.

“No, right. I remember.” I say. Don’t even want this conversation.

“So you’ve been before?” he asks.

“Once,” I say, clear my throat again, “you?”

“A few times,” he nods, “parties are best.”

“What happens?” I ask, try to keep my voice down in case there are sounds from downstairs to be heard. I can’t stop shaking.

“The whole group is here for parties.”

“How many is that?”

“Varies, can be as many as five or six couples and the bulls. ‘Masters’ some like to be called.”

A muted cry from downstairs. Rachel? Chris pulls the door right open, his hand feels the bulge in his pants, as if unaware he’s doing it.

Shit. They could be doing anything to my wife down there. “How long are they going to keep us waiting?”

“Shouldn’t be too long,” he shrugs, leans towards the stairs like he’s trying to hear. “They know a lot of us like the suspense. The emotional torture of having to wait around, control our imaginations.”

I wish he’d stop fucking playing with himself.

“Do you know if that Richmond guy is coming today?” I ask, try to distract him.

“Don’t think so. Not today. I heard he had some family stuff to do.”

That’s something.

“Is your wife going to be working at his club? Trader’s?” he asks.

The mental image of Chris’s pretty wife on her knees in that glory hole returns. “No,” I shake my head.

“You guys obviously like this kind of scene. You should think about the club too,” he says openly pushing his hand down into his jeans, “such a mind fuck.

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