Hot Wife's Wicked Secret (Cuckolded by the Black Boss 6) by Deana Michaels

Author:Deana Michaels
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Naughty Ladies Publications
Published: 2020-12-13T05:00:00+00:00

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Dennis Simpson

“Melody,” I said as she cried. I moved to the bed, my stomach twisting and turning. I had really done this. I had really come back. I cupped her face. “I... I forgive you.”

She looked up, sniffing. “What?”

“It was wrong of me to send you out on a date with Mr. Carver. It's proof that I'm a cuckold. That I wanted this to happen, but I was too scared to admit it. This idea was in the back of my mind. I was scared of losing you, but I know that's not going to happen.”

“You don't hate me?” she asked, sniffing. Her blue eyes were raw but the pain was retreating. “I shouldn't have slept with him.”

“I shouldn't have made you date him,” I repeated. “We both made mistakes, but I don't want to lose you. Because...” I turned and looked at the door. “Mr. Carver, would you please fuck my wife like the cock-loving, Black-fucking slut she is?”

I gasped as Mr. Carver darkened the door. The billionaire wore a pair of gray slacks and a blue, silk shirt with the top few buttons undone, a gold chain visible over his ebony chest. I quivered as this hunky man marched into the room.

“Your husband tracked me down and begged me to come fuck you,” Mr. Carver said. “Just fell to his knees before me and plead like a pathetic, little bitch. It was so sad and so hot.”

“I want you to fuck him while I watch,” I groaned. “I want him to take you on our marriage bed. Only you and I have ever slept in it. I want his cum to stain the sheets. I want to sleep in the wet spot tonight, holding you as you whimper from the bliss he's given you.”

“Dennis,” my wife gasped. Then she kissed me, her lips hot on mine.

“Enough of that shit,” growled Mr. Carver. “You can kiss later. Right now, that mouth is mine.”

My wife broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes, Mr. Carver. I want that so much. I'm so eager for it. Ooh, yes, yes, that's hot. Fuck me on my marriage bed.”

“Like on your back,” Mr. Carver said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Sissy, you're going to guide me in to fuck your wife. I want you to bring me to that pussy. Rub me right against your wife's whorish cunt. God, look at her, she's so excited.”

My wife had transformed. All the grief and pain had melted into abject lust. She was on her back, her large breasts piled into two quivering mounds. She had her legs spread wide, her blonde bush growing wet with her excitement. She bit her lower lip, staring at Mr. Carver as he revealed his muscular, ebony chest.

I pulled off my shirt and shoved off my sweatpants, naked in a flash. I shuddered, so eager for this. Mr. Carver undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and then worked off his slacks. His cock tented the front of his boxers.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

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