You Can Watch, Mister (Forbidden, Fertile, Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife Erotica) by Erin Charmgale

You Can Watch, Mister (Forbidden, Fertile, Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife Erotica) by Erin Charmgale

Author:Erin Charmgale [Charmgale, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erin Charmgale Publishing
Published: 2014-10-11T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 3 - Reclaiming My Wife

It was three hours before she came home. I was in an agony of frustration as I imagined what other kinds of fucking they could get up to in that amount of time. But when the garage door opened I put on my smiley face and met her in the kitchen.

“How was your book club, honey?” I asked.

She smiled to herself as she put down her purse and keys.

“Exhilarating,” she said as I helped her off with her coat. She turned around in my arms and ran her fingers through my hair.

“It’s the kind of volume I could read over and over again,” she said, pecking me on the neck.

Her mouth tasted minty when she kissed me, and her hair smelled like shampoo. I touched the back of her neck where her hair was thickest, and sure enough, it was damp.

She ran her fingers up my spine and a fire seemed to ignite between my legs. Rage wrestled with lust inside me as we kissed, and the two voices screamed so loud I could barely hear myself think.

“She’s leading you on,” my rage screamed. “She’s fucking you to cover up what she’s done.”

“No,” my lust shouted. “She’s just not finished yet. She’s still so turned on, she needs more.”

I broke the kiss and whispered into her hair.

“What book did you read? Was it a hard one?”

She wriggled in my arms and scratched down toward my butt.

“Very hard,” she purred. “I don’t think you’d like it. It was full of stuff that women can’t get enough of. But I don’t think it would be to your tastes.”

My dick was harder than a baseball bat.

“Was it a dark story, baby?” I said. “Is that what you like these days? Dark stories to fill you so full of passion that you overflow?”

Her hand slipped between us and caressed my dick through my pants. She was breathing hard and kissing my neck.

“Yes,” she panted.

My hands slid down her sides and over her ass. She felt so soft and sexy and I loved her so much that I wanted to scream. My breathing was coming in gasps. I dipped my fingers into her waistband, and ran them forward, plowing her blouse loose as I went. She moaned softly as I did it. She had never moaned for me before, but her eyes were closed, and in my heart I knew she was imagining her lover. To my surprise, the thought didn’t crush me. It just made me glad she had found something at last to turn her on.

“Did your dark story make you want me?” I said, running my fingers between the skirt’s waistband and her hips.

“Yes,” she whispered, and unzipped my fly.

“Do you like your Saturday nights?” I asked, wiggling her skirt down her hips.

“I love them,” she said, tugging my dick free from my pants.

“Are you happy I let you go?” Her skirt fell to the ground, and her heels clacked on the tiles as she stepped free of it.



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