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Three cuckolded husbands, three submissive wives, seven strong sexy men, and a large public audience.These housewives are thrown in to the world of public exhibitionism and cuckoldry, writhing and screaming in ecstasy as their bodies are introduced to pleasures beyond their wildest dreams.This bundle includes Sharing The Hotwife Books 1 - 3: Public Surrender, Public Cuckold Performance, and Cuckold Humiliation in Public.
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(Sharing The Hotwife Book 1 - 3)
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.
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(Sharing The Hotwife Book 1)
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
I wasn't sure about what to feel about my master slash husband's latest instructions. The fact that he wasn't around to give it to me in person gave me even more mixed feelings! I had just come back after a shopping trip for my master and found the piece of paper on the dining room table.
I made sure that all the groceries were put where they belonged before going back to reread the instructions.
It was more than a little daunting that I didn't have the luxury of discussing the particulars with him and his words echoed in my mind as I placed the milk carton in the door of the fridge and the fresh vegetable in the proper compartments. Master liked everything in their designated spots.
When I was done, I sat down at the table and helped myself to the spaghetti that master had cooked while I was gone. I chewed on each bite thoughtfully and slowly enjoyed the food that my master had so painstakingly provided for me. We took turns cooking for each other and I particularly enjoyed it when it was his turn to prepare food for me. The tomato sauce was homemade and probably took him a while to boil down to the right consistency.
It wasn't long before my mind drifted back to his instructions and how I was going to meet his demands. I didn't want to disappoint my master. We have been working up to this moment and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he wasn't here with me.
That was the whole point of this exercise, however. We've had multiple discussions in the past and I knew that the next step was to offer myself up to strangers in public. I just didn't realize that my first task would have so many new challenges, all wrapped cozily in one!
I read the instructions out loud to try and understand what Sir wanted of me, "Go to the bar in just your underwear and seduce three men. Then, make them take you hard and unprotected in the back alley, where I will be waiting and watching."
I gulped, feeling my heartbeat speed up from the idea of being taken by strangers in a public place, without condoms no less. Under the instructions, Sir had written the bar that he wanted me to go to. We've only been there once and never tried again.
It was in a quieter part of town and catered more towards the artsy college group types. The last time we went, there were a bunch of foreigners who barely spoke English.
I took a deep breath and went around the house, hoping to find more clues and instructions on what to wear. It can't be that he wanted me to be in only my underwear! I had left the house wearing one of my old bra that was easily hidden under a hoodie and had neglected to wear panties altogether, thinking that my slacks were loose enough for my lack of modesty to go unnoticed.
Surely going out in my current underwear, or lack thereof, would be too conspicuous!
When I reached the bedroom, I found the set of underwear that he wanted me to wear draped tidily on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief, letting go of a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding in the first place.
He had chosen something that could double as simply sexy attire. The black top resembled a sports bra, though it didn't have any padding to hide my nipples if I became arouse. I gulped, knowing that I would most definitely be aroused if I were to leave the house wearing only that! I took off my hoodie and the old bra and quickly put the new underwear my master had chosen for me.
I couldn't help but check myself out in the mirror and saw that I looked easily presentable! I had a flat stomach from the strict diet my master put me on, and even with the minimal eyeliner I was wearing, my eyes were mesmerizing. I took off my pants and made sure that I was completely hairless between my legs. I stood with one leg up the bed and bent downwards somewhat awkwardly to check my pussy.
Spotless, I thought to myself with a slight smile. I gulped again, swallowing the urge to touch myself as my fingers ran over my outer lips to make sure that there wouldn't be a stubble. I had shaved just yesterday morning.
My pussy was already throbbing with need. The thought of being taken by three strangers in the back alley of a bar terrified and excited me all at once. I quickly put on the matching panties, glad to see that it was not a g-string. The fabric covered just enough to make it look as if I was wearing some sort of sexy sports attire. I've seen some women run in those and had always thought they were very brave to be out wearing such little clothing.
I twirled in front of the mirror and made sure that I was presentable. The phone rang suddenly and I all but jumped out of my skin.
"Sir?" my voice was a soft tremor. I sounded breathless despite not having done any heavy work since I've gotten back.
"Good evening, kitten," my master's voice vibrated through me from the other side of the phone. "Did you get my instructions?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I answered, gripping the phone tightly in my hand. I lowered my voice to a whisper, "Do you think I'm ready, sir?"
He chuckled light-heartedly, "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you were ready, kitten."
I felt a shudder down my spine. He always had a way of turning on all the right buttons. It was heart-warming to realize that he called me specifically to make sure I was alright with going through with things, even though he left it unsaid.
"Thank you, sir," I said finally, unable to find the right words to articulate just how grateful I am to have found such a considerate and caring master.
"I'll see you tonight," he said simply.
"Yes, sir," I responded promptly.
I waited to hear silence from the other end of the phone before putting it down, feeling ten times more relieved than I was before he called.
My relieve was short-lived. It only took a few seconds before the panic set back in and I realized that I should have asked him if I could wear a jacket over the underwear.
I looked back at the instructions and saw how he specifically underlined the word 'just' in 'just your underwear'.
I resigned myself to my fate and took a few deep breathes to calm my nerves. Just when I thought that my master couldn't get any better, when I walked into the bathroom, I found a glass of whiskey on the counter. It was sitting on a pink heart-shaped doily.
"For my nervous kitten," was scribbled on the doily. I smiled and picked it up to sniff it, catching a whiff of my master's aftershave. I reached behind me to try and pocket the doily before realizing that I was only wearing panties.
I giggled at my own foolishness as I downed the whiskey quickly, enjoying the burn that crawled down my throat with each swallow.
Then, I moved into the living room to reach for the laptop to find out what number to call for a taxi. Another piece of my master's puzzle dropped out.
"There's a car waiting for you downstairs," he wrote.
I smiled again, liking how much thought and planning that my master have put into this. I took a deep breath and felt the whiskey working it's warm magic on my stomach as I walked out of the bedroom. A pair of heels were set for me at the door. I somehow missed those coming in. I put them on and started on my way to the next journey, feeling completely overwhelmed, yet incredibly turned on.
There was a wetness between my legs that was positively dripping down my thighs. I was glad for the tight black panties. The cold air brushed against my skin to send ripples through me.
I shivered a little and wrapped my arms around myself. My nerves were on edge and my heart was hammering against my chest. I was terrified that our neighbors would see me walking around in my current state. I was barely dressed at all, despite what I keep telling myself.
A lovely Asian couple had just moved in next door. They probably would have an incredible cultural shock if they saw how I had just left my apartment in just my underwear.
The mere thought of it sent a cold shiver of fear down my spine and I quickened my pace. As if trying to catch more attention, my heels clicked loudly against the tiled floor. Thankfully, nobody left their apartments as I went down the elevator and my entire trip was unhindered.
True to his words, there was a black sedan waiting for me at the entrance of the apartment. The driver was professional in every sense of the word. He didn't say anything to me apart from, "Good evening," as I stepped into the car.
He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses despite it being 9pm and looked like one of those mafia types. I fought back a giggle and kept my composure serious, leaning back into the seat with my hands on my thighs. Goose bumps on my skin calmed down somewhat as the car made its way towards the bar.
My pussy was positively scorching though! I felt so incredibly turned on that it took actual willpower for me to stop myself from touching my pussy as I sat in the back of the sedan. I was sure that the driver was judging me from behind his dark sunglasses. The car stopped skillfully at the door of the bar. Like the last time we'd come to the bar, the place was painfully deserted.
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