LOGINExotic Hotwife collection Some wives are meant to be shared, especially those married to tiny-dicked men, for there fame and wealth. They smile sweetly at dinner parties, hold their husband’s arm in public, and play the role of the perfect, loyal spouse. But deep down, they burn and crave for thick, dominant cocks, they fantasize about being used like filthy whores in front of strangers moaning, squirting, and begging while their husbands watch in humiliated silence. This is Erotic Hotwife Erotica a raw, explicit collection of stories about once-respectable wives who surrender completely to their slutty urges. In these pages, elegant, sophisticated women transform into public cumsluts. They get fucked in offices, lecture halls, luxury hotels, beaches, and high-society events. They spread their legs and take load after load while their husbands are forced to watch, stroke their pathetic cocks, and clean up the mess. The wives don’t just cheat. They perform. They beg. They squirt. They get ruined for everyone to see.
View MoreMark sat in the corner of their upscale apartment, the leather chair creaking under his weight as he adjusted his position for the hundredth time.
His hands were tied loosely behind his back with silk scarves his wife, Cindy had insisted on it. "For authenticity." She'd whispered with a wicked smile before leaving to get ready. The room smelled of her perfume, something expensive and floral that always made his cock twitch. Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat. Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled. But everything changed when she stumbled on Mark's aged diary. Out of curiousity due to how he pampered and hide the diary, she decided to read. Cindy got the greastest shock of her life, when she started flipping the diary’s pages. Mark fantasy had always to be treated like a shameless cuck, used, abused and humiliated publicly. Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously. So tonight she made a decision to make his fantasy come true. She invite Chinedu over, he was a tall, muscular Igbo bull who was also a runway model, Mark had seen pictures of his 9 inches thick, veiny black cock that made Cindy's eyes light up when she showed him the messages. The doorbell rang, making Mark's heart pound with shame and his cock throb with anticipation. Cindy sauntered out of the bedroom in nothing but a sheer black lace babydoll that barely covered her shaved pussy and a matching thong that disappeared between her fat ass cheeks. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric. She gave Mark a mocking kiss on the forehead. "Be a good little cuck and stay quiet unless I tell you to speak, okay baby?" She opened the door. Chinedu stepped in, towering at 6'4", broad shoulders filling the frame. He wore a tight polo that showed off his ripped chest and arms, and jeans that did nothing to hide the massive bulge snaking down his thigh. "Damn, Ci-bae," Chinedu growled, his deep voice filling the room. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, his big hands immediately squeezing her ass. "You look like a fucking slut ready to get ruined." She giggled, pressing her tits against his chest. "I dressed all for you Daddy. My husband's right there, he wants to watch you claim his little sir and make her your fucktoy." Chinedu glanced over at Mark and smirked. "Pathetic little white-boy dick cuck. Sit there and learn how a real man fucks your wife." Mark's cock was already rock hard in his pants, leaking pre-cum. He hated how much this turned him on, but was desperate to see his wife rimmed by her bull. Cindy dropped to her knees right there in the living room, her manicured nails working Chinedu's belt. She yanked his jeans down, and his massive black cock sprang free, slapping her in the face. It was enormous…..thick as her wrist, veined, with a fat purple head already glistening. Easily twice Mark's size. "Fuck, daddy it's so massive," She moaned, her eyes glazing over with lust. She stroked it with both hands, her fingers barely meeting around the shaft. "Look at this, cuck. This is what a real cock looks like.” She spit on it sloppily, strings of saliva dripping down as she worshipped it. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she tried to take it in her mouth. She could only get halfway before gagging, tears forming in her eyes, but she pushed deeper, throat-bulging, choking herself on it like a whore. Wet, obscene glucking sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, mascara running down her face. Chinedu grabbed her hair and face-fucked her harder. "That's it, you married slut. Suck that BBC while your fagot husband watches." Mark whimpered, his own tiny dick throbbing untouched. After five minutes of brutal throat-fucking, Chinedu pulled out, his cock shiny with her spit. He picked Cindy up effortlessly and carried her to the couch, right in front of Mark. He ripped the babydoll off her, exposing her perfect tits, he sucked on one nipple hard while fingering her soaked pussy. "She's dripping like a slut cuck." Chinedu laughed in Mark's face. "Your wife is a BBC whore, man. See how wet she is for me." He shoved two thick fingers into her, then three, stretching her. Cindy moaned loudly, grinding on his hand. "Yes, Daddy! Stretch my married pussy!" Mark could see her juices running down her thighs, Chinedu positioned her on all fours on the couch, ass facing Mark. He rubbed his massive cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside her. Cindy screamed in pleasure. "Oh my God! It's so fucking deep, my fagot husband hasn't ever gotten this deep. Oh shit, Fuck me harder daddy, make me your slut." Chinedu didn't hold back, he slammed in the rest, balls-deep, his heavy black balls slapping against her clit. The sound of skin-on-skin was loud as he pounded her relentlessly. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her tits swinging like a pendulum.Rufus pushed in slowly, until the head pressed the back of Steve’s throat. Steve gagged once. Rufus held him there, one hand firm in his hair, and began to fuck his mouth with steady, deep strokes.Steve’s watering eyes stayed on Sugar. She was on her back on a low couch now. One man was between her thighs, tongue working her clit. Another man fed his cock into her mouth. She moaned around it, the sound wet and eager. Their eyes met across the room. The heat in her face matched the heat burning through Steve’s body.Rufus fucked Steve’s mouth harder. Spit ran down Steve’s chin. His own cock stood painfully hard between his legs, dripping onto the rug. One of the women noticed and crawled over. She took Steve in her mouth without being told, sucking him while Rufus used his throat. The dual sensation made Steve’s hips jerk.After several long minutes Rufus pulled out. Steve gasped for air, strings of spit connecting his lips to Rufus’s c
The video ended, but Steve sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his aching engorged dick, the phone still in his hand. The images of the men touching his wife, of her shaking through an orgasm while Rufus held her, replayed without mercy.When the front door finally opened almost two hours later, Steve was still sitting in the same place, but completely naked this time. Sugar walked in slowly. Her hair was messy, her black dress was back on, but she wore nothing underneath. The scent of sex, her own arousal, and the faint trace of other men’s cologne came into the room with her.She stopped a few steps away from him. Her eyes met his, taking in his naked form, and his semi-hard dick.“You watched it right?” She askedquietly.Steve nodded once.“They touched me, and sucked my boobs,” she continued, her voice low and tired. “While he made me cum and he recorded all of it so you would see.”“I'm sorry my baby.” Steve begge
They did not sleep much that night. When they finally reached for each other in the dark, the sex was rough and desperate. Steve pushed inside her with a groan that sounded like pain. Sugar wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, her nails digging into his back. They moved together like people trying to burn something out of their bodies. She came first, crying out against his shoulder. He followed moments later, buried as deep as he could go, his face pressed into her neck. Afterward they lay tangled and silent, both of them knowing the decision had already been made.At twenty minutes to nine the next morning they stood again in front of the grey building. Sugar’s hand stayed in his, tighter than the day before. Neither of them had eaten.Miss Harlow opened the door on the top floor and looked at them both with the same cool expression she had worn the previous day.“Mr. Steel is expecting you.”Rufus stood by the window thi
Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand and the house completely quiet around him. Sugar had left twenty minutes earlier. She had kissed him on the cheek, telling him she would be back later, and walked out the door wearing a simple black dress that came off easily, just as Rufus had instructed. Steve had not been able to say much. The words stayed stuck in his throat.He tried to watch television, to eat something… …but nothing held his attention. His mind kept racing with the thoughts, of what Rufus might do with Sugar. His dick twitched, very excited with the thoughts of another man using his wife.At nine forty his phone buzzed, with a video message from an unknown number. Steve’s thumb hovered over it for several seconds before he pressed play.The screen lit up with a sparking lit room, decorated with soft red lights. A small raised stage with a chrome pole in the centre… …while everal people sat in chairs around the edg












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