All Chapters of Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

A Husband's Crazy Fantasy (2)I typed my reply and hit send.Marcus wrote back almost immediately. “Half now, half after. Do you want an invoice?”I glanced at Emma. “I’ll pay it all now. It’s just $200.”She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “All at once?”“Yes. Simpler that way,” I said, pushing my laptop aside.“I have work Friday,” she said. “Saturday is perfect.”“Saturday is our anniversary,” I said. “I have two meetings. Ten to eleven thirty and two to four. You can go shopping in the morning, get a massage in the afternoon, and join me for lunch.”Emma tilted her head and grinned. “Perfect. I’ll book early and make sure it’s a male masseur.”A few minutes later, she returned. “It’s booked,” she said, holding up her phone. “The massage has to be in the room. Health club is being renovated.”I nodded. “That works. Portable table or not, everything’s set.”~~~~The rest of the week dragged endlessly. I was constantly hard, and we had sex every day, which only made Emma even more ea

Summary: I thought I was playing cards with our new neighbors. Instead, I watched my wife strip for three Black cocks and it was only the beginning.••••Gareth's Pov~ I had no idea that my wife’s biggest fantasy was to get fucked by dark-skinned men until we moved into a new neighborhood. For years I thought Marina and I had a solid marriage. I thought I knew every corner of her body, every secret in her head, every desire in her heart.Well, I was wrong.My name is Gareth, I’m 32 years old, and I’ve been married to Marina for five years. We met when we were teenagers and dated on and off before we finally settled down. Marina is 28 now, and easily the most attractive woman I’ve ever been with. I love her more than anything.She has long brunette hair that falls just below her shoulders, blue eyes that light up when she smiles, and curves that make men stare every time we walk into a room. She’s 5'5", about 130 pounds, with D-cup breasts that get hard as knobs when she’s aroused, and

My Wife's Addiction To Black Cóck (3)Tobias and Darius each grabbed Marina by the arms and yanked her up to her feet. “We’re not done yet,” Darius told her firmly. They dragged her to the couch and bent her down on her hands and knees. Tobias dropped to his knees in front of her, his cock already hard and heavy. Marina reached for it with both hands like she’d been starving for it all night.She stroked him twice before swallowing him down. My wife’s mouth stretched around his shaft as she moaned into him, her throat bulging as she forced more inside. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm while her eyes locked onto mine. Darius crouched behind her and yanked her panties off. Marina spread her knees wider, tilting her ass toward him like she was begging for it. He smacked her bare ass with his open hand, leaving a red mark across h

My Wife's Addiction To Black Cóck (5) I followed Marina into Darius’s house, the thump of music vibrating through the walls before the door even closed behind us. She had dressed in a short red skirt and a thin blouse that showed the outline of her nipples every time the light caught her.She looked like temptation made flesh, and she knew it. My chest tightened just walking in behind her, because I already understood tonight wasn’t mine to control. Men filled the living room, drinks in hand, their laughter heavy with hunger. Marina barely paused before she stepped into the center of it, smiling like she owned the attention. She did. Every pair of eyes tracked her, and I felt the weight of it pressing me back. Darius came forward, clasping my shoulder like we were old friends. “Good. You made it.” His grin widened as he leaned to whisper in my ea

The message had come a few days ago. " Let me watch you. I want to see what a bad girl you are."My heart raced as I read it. What had started as a simple flirtation at work had turned into something I couldn’t resist. He wanted me like this, and I wanted it too.I sat on the edge of the hotel bed. The room was dim, but the lights from the city outside spilled through the curtains. My fingers traced the lace of my lingerie. My body burned already. I could feel the wet heat between my thighs.A knock at the door made my stomach jump.“Come in,” I said, my voice trembling.He appeared in the doorway. His presence filled the room. His suit fit him perfectly. The black turtleneck made his chest and shoulders look wider. His dark eyes scanned me slowly, and I shivered. I wanted him to touch me, but tonight, I wasn’t allowed.He walked to the chair near the bed and sat down. His gaze stayed on me. I felt it everywhere. I ran my hands over my thighs, teasing myself. My pulse jumped.“Hi,” I