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DESCRIPTION: Clayton just couldn't please his wife, and after seeking advice from his local drug dealer, the husband and wife were invited for a night out to remember. The night would never be forgotten when they were absconded by some huge guys down an alleyway. Bound and shackled, Clayton watched as his wife gave her all to the guy in the mask. Who was he, and would Clayton get free from the chair he was fastened? EXCERPT: “I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot cum.” A little cliché but his body fell into spasm, and his large buttocks slammed forward. Laura lunged screaming in pleasure with her head tilted back. He thrust against and slapped her ass for good measure. I watched my wife go through another orgasm slumping forward to Drake’s cheeks as the black mountain eased his cock from her ass with a pop. Drake rammed upward, Laura leaned back and pulled her nipples while she ground her hips against his. She screamed, and his hands fell on her pasty white skin as he pushed up and yelled enough for me to see his gold teeth. Laura slumped and lifted her cunt from his shaft after he’d filled her. Her legs closed tight as she sat on the end of the bench. I felt the shackles on my ankles loosen. I’m going to fuck my wife, Yeehaw!
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by Indigo Ryder
Published by Indigo Ryder at Lot’s Cave
First Time Cuckold, © 2018, Indigo Ryder
Cover by Indigo Ryder
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Of course, I loved her, I wouldn't have married her if I didn't. There was something though, and it involved me giving the one thing I hadn’t. Yet! I’d showered her with the best gifts, and you name it she had it. Glad rags to handbags and all the accessories in between. Not to mention the clothes, Shiite, she’d a massive walk-in closet full of them.
We’d been married a few years and tried all the kinky stuff couples do, and it was fun like it lasted, but I knew deep down she wasn’t happy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t me that could put the beautiful smile back on her face. It just goes to show, you can have all the riches in the world, but it won’t make you happy.
Well, on occasions we dabbled in a joint or two, medicinal purposes of course, and it made for some pretty lurid and wild sex sessions. But, she still wasn’t happy, and when Laura my wife wasn’t happy, I wasn’t pleased.
“What’re we going to do tomorrow night, it is the weekend?” I asked. Laura was slumped on the end of the couch and replied by shrugging her shoulders. I loved my wife to bits, but when she went into mute mode, it bugged the crap out of me.
“How about I score us some weed?”
Weed it was, and I knew a guy who could help me out. He was a big black dude who hung out in one of the local bars. He went by the name of Cesar, and that was what most people called him who was only into him for a score. I’d spent some time with him and got to know him pretty well over the past few years. I knew his real name was Julius, and he was the guy who could fix me up. I could finish work and head to the bar where Julius…Cesar hung out and have a couple of drinks before scoring a joint or two.
“I’ll see you later,” I said to Laura. She nodded, and I left the apartment to go to work. All I could think of was how to please her, it obviously needed to include sex, but everything I’d tried over the past few months just didn’t work.
It was a hell of a day, and I shut down the computers. Whoever said day trading was easy was full of shit. It was as taxing as working on the roads humping asphalt in a wheelbarrow. I was knackered, and I definitely needed a drink.
The cab pulled up outside the bar which had a large green and white sign. O’Hallerons. It was an Irish bar, and for whiskey lovers, it was the place to drink. I pushed open the door, and the familiar rattle of traditional Irish music blared from the speakers. I nodded to Connor, the bartender who from what it seemed could remember everyone’s name who entered into the joint.
I spotted Cesar through a billowing puff of smoke from his cigar, and as I approached, he grinned with the light shining off his gold tooth. It wasn't often you’d find the local drug dealer holing up in an Irish bar, but as he’d told me. Who the fuck’s gonna look for drugs in here? He had a point. He dropped his Havana into the ashtray and stood. I held out my hand, he took hold of it and then clasped his other around the back. His hands were freakin huge and when he squeezed like he always did. It made me wince. He was a strong guy…a mean mother fucker of a black dude and I was glad I was on his good side.
“Clayton you needle dicked fucker, how’re you doin?”
I’m not needle dicked, I’m just not pleasuring my wife…I mean I’m not making her happy.
“I could be better, but I need a drink first.” Connor already poured me one and brought it over to Cesar’s table. I slid on the bench seat next to him, and his substantial muscled arm rested on my shoulders.
“It’s Laura, we’ve hit a dry patch, and I was wondering if you can hook us up with a couple of joints, you know to set the mood.”
Cesar twisted himself on the seat and folded his one ankle under his other leg. He raised his glass to make a toast, and we downed them in one. He snapped his fingers, and Connor busied himself pouring the next couple of drinks.
“You going about it all wrong Clay, weed ain’t gonna make yo Mrs happy,” he said. He picked up his cigar which had doubted itself. He stubbed it out and popped open his engraved silver cigar box.
“I shouldn’t but fuck it.”
I snipped the end, and Cesar passed me his silver Zippo. I snapped it open and spun the wheel, and the flame danced toward the end of my nose while I puffed away. The end soon glowed amber, and I snapped shut the lighter and handed it back to him.
“You need to give Laura a good time,” Cesar remarked. Rochelle, one of his girls, walked from the back and kissed him on the cheek. He slapped her large ass which made her giggle and start twerking in the middle of the walkway. “Get outta here you god damned ho.”
Rochelle stood, pouted and walked off. She tottered to the door of the bar in her high heels and her ample ass swinging like a country dude in a hammock.
“You want a piece of her?”
“No…no…no it’s okay. I’m happy right where I am.”
“Let me ask you again,” Cesar said. “I knows you and your other half isn’t content. You want me to put a smile back on her face?”
I’d love to see the smile back on my Laura’s face for a change, it’d make everything much better.
“If you can help, I’d really appreciate it,” I replied.
Cesar slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a business card, he slid it sideways on the table.
“Both be at this address tomorrow, let’s say 10 p.m.”
He grinned and flashed his gold tooth again.
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