The Cuckold and the Hotwife (Short Cuckold Story)

By Christian Quinn

Debbie is my young, attractive, and sexually unsatisfied wife.

I long to see her being taken by a proper man. A man who can fulfill her desires, and mine too.

This is a short erotic cuckold story for those of us who get turned on by the thought of watching our wives, partners, and girlfriends being seduced and ravaged by another man.

This is not a sissy / humiliation style cuckolding story.

Warning: This 16000 word short erotic cuckold story features straight sex, anal sex, adultery, male/male (gay) sex, and lots of filthy rude words that may offend. Please be 100% sure you wish to read about cuckolding before purchasing this story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deviant Erotica
• Release date: Sep 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301346639

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THE CUCKOLD AND THE HOTWIFE

By

Christian Quinn

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The Cuckold and the Hotwife

Copyright © 2013 by Christian Quinn

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

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THE CUCKOLD AND THE HOTWIFE

We had been due to meet Steve for weeks, but one thing or another - usually nerves - had put a stop to our fun. However, as this particular Friday came, we – that is, Steve, my wife Debbie, and I had all agreed on a time and place. Tonight. In a fairly unassuming hotel room in the city centre. Truth be told, I was more of an expected yes if I’m being honest. It was more that Debbie and Steve had agreed on a time and I would be there no matter what. As usual, I was working away Monday through Friday, so by the time I had finished at the office, and endured the stuffy train ride back up North, I would usually be too tired to think about having sex. But not tonight. Although I thought such a feat was impossible, the work day dragged on even more than usual, a mixture of lewd thoughts and a seemingly motionless clock. I was struggling to keep my erection under control - the underpaid and overworked designer of my work trousers has clearly not had chance nor budget to include enough material to contain a man’s fully erect penis. Twice I’d had to hide it under the desk. Some of the younger secretaries dressed more like they were going for a night out on the town than a day in the drab grey London office block. I had no doubts that many must have been up since the crack of dawn locked in their morning ritual of make-up, hair, and perfect nails. Glamorous certainly, and you had to respect the dedication and effort involved in looking that good. Where I was from, a shabby suit and neutral coloured tie would have sufficed. If you had dared to take that tie off, you were considered something of a maverick. And having your tie off and two buttons undone would have you labelled as the office player by lunch time.

Not that my fashion sense had got the message though. Sure, I had bought three new suits back when I got the job, and one since, but they fast became my daily drivers, and by now they were looking pretty tired. Not that it really mattered. Well, certainly not to try and impress the ladies. I think Debbie, my wife (and more of her very shortly), actually preferred it like this. She knew with my cheap suits and shyness around women, although I was away Monday through Friday, she never really had to worry about me using the night times apart to play away. Oh sure, I looked at those swinger and dating web sites just like any other inquisitive guy. But I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of meeting one of them. Well, not solo. And anyway, without my inept computer skills, Debbie would never have found out about my little fantasies, and they would - most likely - never have become a reality. See, tonight, Debbie and I were about to meet one of these people you hear about from Internet swinger sites. And I was hoping everything I had read was true. Which was making an already overly long day extremely sexually arousing, especially when given the slightest nods towards the merest notion of sex. Sophie - one of the newest additions to the office, and certainly the youngest - was wearing a pair of pristine white pants so skin tight I had to double take and check they weren’t painted on. No panties either. I spent the entire day making sure I didn’t end up behind her on the office staircase, something I would normally ensure did happen, hoping to catch a peek of upskirt through the designed-to-precision aesthetic gaps in the steps. Even the cleaning lady in her drab green overalls had my cock twitching. Well, they do say guys have a thing for women in uniform. In my mind she might just as well have been wearing white and pink polkadot lingerie with matching suspenders.

Seeing Sophie sauntering around the office was delightful enough on your average weekday. But this wasn’t any ordinary day. And tonight wasn’t going to be what most married British couples would define as an ordinary Friday night. See, it was the thought of what would be