Making My Cuckolded Husband Watch - Malory Chambers - ebook

Shannon is sick and tired of practically having to beg for sex with her husband every night. In a fit of rage, she put on her sexiest outfit and takes his brand new Cadillac to prowl the streets.She returns with two black bulls with the full intent of showing her husband how real men can satisfy her wanton lust. The young men are more than eager to satisfy her request as they take her in every way imaginable, making her scream with pleasure all through the night while her husband watches helplessly.This is a standalone story that features a cuckolded husband forced to watch his hotwife take two sexy black men in his own home.

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Making My Cuckolded Husband Watch

(Sharing The Hotwife Book 5)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Groped In The Store

It was impossible to get my husband to spend time with me. Todd's calendar was jammed packed with appointments and meetings that started from the break of dawn and ended well past dinner-time. If I was lucky I would be able to catch a glimpse of his back as he walked out of the bedroom in the mornings. He had a fairly sexy back too, if only I had the good fortune to hit that.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb, trying to will away the headache brewing behind my eyes. The past week had been crazy. I had been trying everything in my power to get Todd's attention. If he didn't start paying attention to me, I'd have to resort to more desperate means.

I took a deep breath as I stepped out of my old Ford, wearing a casual blue shirt and tight jeans. I strode out of the summer heat into the high end lingerie store.

The assistant was standing by the door with a bored expression. I tried not to look too surprised to find a man helping out at this lingerie store instead of a woman.

I licked my lips and tried not to stare at the scantily dress young man. He wore a v-neck top that showed off his muscular chest and cut-off jeans that looked like it was supposed to fit a woman more than a man. His hard thigh muscles stretched the fabric to its limit, every movement he made threatened to rip the pants apart. His skin was tanned and his hair was shoulder-length. I was fairly certain that he was a native American, a suspicion that was quickly confirmed by his name tag.

"Notaku?" I murmured, afraid that I was pronouncing his name wrong.

"It means growling bear," he smiled, "How may I help you today..." he looked at me expectantly.

I considered lying about my name. It was ridiculous. I was just here to get a pair of sexy lingerie, not cheat on my husband! "Shannon," I said.

"What a beautiful name," he said, looking me up and down in a way that made my insides twist. "How may I help you today, Shannon?" he asked, rolling my name on his tongue as if it were caramel.

"I'm just looking for something for my husband," I blurted.

"Your husband?" he raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"For me," I said, "I mean, something for me to wear for... my husband," I mumbled.

"Okay," he said, walking towards me and placing a hand on my shoulder. The touch of his warm, manly hand on my shoulder send a shiver down my spine. I was suddenly acutely aware of how desperate I was to be satisfied.

When Todd came back from work yesterday night, I had prepared all his favorite dishes, only to be scoffed and ignored as usual. I sat in the kitchen and washed my sorrow down with chocolate chip ice cream and black magic chocolate cake.

The native American man continued staring at me, the entire time looking as if he had just stepped off a modeling runway. His invitingly silky hair was tied up in a tight ponytail. I wondered how it would feel like to run my fingers through his dark locks.

I turned away and quickly pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

"Perhaps something black?" he suggested, his accent thick on his tongue.

I wiped my damp hands on my jeans and nodded numbly, not thrusting myself to speak.

Another assistant appeared by his side suddenly. I turned to the handsome new stranger and gulped. He was as white as they come, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. His shirt looked as if it was molded to the hard contours of his chest and his jeans, though not ripped like his friend, Notaku, clung to his muscled thighs.

Here were two men who should belong to a model magazine instead of in a lingerie store.

"Do you want some help, Miss?" he asked.

"I've got this, Bruce," Notaku said.

Bruce kept his eyes focused on me, "I'm sure the lady won't mind any extra help. There's nobody else in the store now anyways." He winked at me and I found myself blushing immediately.

I smoothed down my casual shirt and wished that I had chosen to wear something sexier for the day. The store was air conditioned and smelled lightly of roses. It was a little dim inside the quaint store, though there were rows of lingerie to choose from.

I was dizzy just thinking of all the choices. I didn't have to worry about that, seeing as there were two sexy young men more than willing to help me choose something out.

My pussy was wet just thinking about it.