Sharing Ashley: An Interracial Hotwife and Cuckold Story by Duke Kent

Author:Duke Kent [Kent, Duke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“What are you guys talking about?” Ashley asked, smiling when she reached our seat. “You look so serious.”

Marcus winked at me. “Hey, Ashley,” he said. “Would you mind sitting beside me? It’s been a long time, you know. Can I borrow you for a second from Philip here?”

Ashley looked at me, but I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and gave her a small smile.

There was doubt in her face. “Babe? Are you sure it’s okay?” Ashley asked me.

“It’s okay, Phil, buddy? Right?” Marcus asked me.

“Yeah. Yes. It’s fine. Please, babe. Go ahead. Marcus misses you. That’s all.”

Ashley bit her lip and nodded at me. An unknown conversation seemed to pass between us. She gently put her bag on the table and then tucked her hair behind one ear and slid on the seat beside her ex-boyfriend. Marcus put his left arm behind her seat but not around her shoulders. I was barely breathing, watching their every move.

We continued talking normally. Like it was the most common thing in the world for a wife to sit beside her ex-boyfriend and not her husband, who was also sitting across them.

Marcus told us the details of his current job at Wind Aerotech. His body was semi-facing Ashley, and Ashley’s body position was also towards him. Both of her hands were on her lap. She was listening intently to him. Marcus dominated the conversation, and we just listened. I kept saying, uh-uh. If Marcus emphasized something – a technical word or some interesting details – he would look at Ashley, and she would smile and nod. He impressed her. I was watching the movement of his left arm.

The drinks arrived after five minutes – light beers for Marcus and me and wine for Ashley. Marcus watched the movement of the pretty waitress, whose name is Bianca, based on the small, rectangular black tag in the upper left side of her uniform. Bianca was probably a student, and this was just a part-time job. She was the one who gave Marcus her numbers on a piece of paper. Nice, Marcus whispered while watching the curve of her back while she was putting the drinks on our table.

“Hey, honey,” Marcus said to Bianca. He was turning all the charms. “We’re all good here. Thanks. Could you give us some privacy for the next thirty minutes? My friends and I here are just going to do some private business talk. Will that be alright?”

Bianca looked at us. She finally noticed that the seating arrangement had changed. She saw us enter this restaurant earlier with me holding Ashley’s hand. Her initial impression was that she was my wife or possibly girlfriend. But now, she was sitting next to the handsome black guy. Their bodies were close together. She could feel the sexual tension between them. Ashley was looking at her wine.

Bianca smiled. “Sure. I will leave you to it then. Just signal me if you need something.”

“Thank you, honey,” Marcus said, but his attention was on my wife.

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