Watch Your Wife: An Interracial Hotwife and Cuckold Fantasy by Duke Kent

Author:Duke Kent [Kent, Duke]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Warm her up? Warm my wife up? I looked at my watch. Ten minutes is six hundred seconds. Only three minutes had passed. Four hundred twenty seconds to go.

I should not be sitting here on our living room couch, looking at my watch and counting the seconds. I should be running like a madman up the stairs and kicking our bedroom door open.

I looked up. It was hard to determine what was happening because the door was closed. They were probably not doing anything yet.

Malik was probably just talking to my wife, telling her, “Hey, Tiffany. Good news. Eugene just told me that it’s okay if we fuck. No. I’m serious. He really did say that. He also wants to watch. He wants to see you take my big dick, which I know you miss so much. Eugene? No. He won’t get mad. Your husband seemed turned on. He will join us in just a few minutes. You slut. Your nipples are already hard. Let me suck on them while we wait for your husband. Also, I want to thank you for letting me stay here. Now, I’m living here rent-free, and I also get to fuck the hottest woman in the city. I am not exaggerating, baby. You are blushing. Why don’t you kneel on the floor and beg for my cock like you used to do, huh, Tiffany?”

I stood up from the sofa after five minutes. I couldn’t wait anymore. I was hard as a diamond while thinking what Malik was doing to my wife at this moment inside our bedroom. Five minutes was plenty of time. Tiffany, the only woman I’ve ever loved, could be getting her tight pussy fucked right about now.

I tried to calm myself and looked at my watch. One hundred eighty seconds more. I could wait. I looked at our framed wedding picture on the table. We got married on a beach in Sudbury. The orange color of sunset was on our backs. We invited Malik to the wedding, but he couldn’t make it.

Before he went up the stairs, I saw Malik look at our wedding picture. What if he ordered Tiffany to wear her wedding dress, and she was now bent over our bed getting fucked while wearing it? Something like that isn’t beyond Malik. That thought made me even harder.

At precisely ten minutes after Malik told me to follow, I slowly opened the door of our bedroom.

I entered. The windows of the room were open. Soft summer wind warmed our room, and the sunlight illuminated it comfortably.

“Babe, hi,” Tiffany said in a low voice when she saw me enter. She was standing in the middle of the room while Malik was sitting on the bed. He was topless and was just wearing his shorts. He didn’t look at me immediately. His attention was focused on my beautiful wife.

“Uh. Hello,” I replied as I slowly closed the door behind me.

“She is wonderful, isn’t she?” Malik asked me. His eyes were on Tiffany.

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