My Illicit BBC Hotwife Gangbang

By Thomas Roberts

Beverly’s husband seems more interested in his smartphone than in her, so she flirts outrageously with a black man in a bar. Soon she’s in his room having raunchy sex while her shocked and excited husband watches. Now she’s hooked on BBC, and one sexy black waiter won’t be enough to satisfy her desires. Her husband takes her to a seedy bar where she’s used by six seriously built black studs.

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My husband surprised me with a dress for my birthday. The entire dress, from my chest to well above my knees, was held together by six buttons. It was a beautiful purple color that went well with my near-black hair.

“I have a special surprise for you,” Phil said, looking so proud of himself I could only guess what evil he had in mind. He hadn’t been able to talk about much else except my night with Leon, and every time it came up, so did he.

It’s not that I wanted him to forget what had happened. We’d never felt so close and the love we’d made since was mind-blowing. I loved what the experience had done to our relationship even if my conscience still got the better of me, at times.

“I give up, what’s your ‘special surprise,’” I asked.

“We’re going out for your birthday. First, we’ll have dinner, and we’ll drink too much wine.”

“Sounds good. What’s the second part?”

“Then,” he had such a dirty grin on his face. He was getting so excited, it was like he couldn’t wait to tell me the second part. “We’re going to a bar, a down and dirty country-western bar out in the sticks, and you’re going to sit on a stool while I sit at a table and watch you.”

“That’s it, I’m just going to sit there while you stare at me?”

“Nope, that’s not the whole story. Here goes, are you ready?” he asked. I just looked at him and waited, this had to be good given how excited he was.

“You don’t wear anything under the dress, and every time a man buys you a drink, you unfasten one of the six buttons,” he was almost too excited for his pants.

“What happens when they’re all open, and I’m naked in a country-western bar?”

I was excited by the idea despite myself. My husband wanted me to go to a bar already half in the bag and let men buy me even more alcohol while I unbuttoned my dress. I could feel my heart race at the thought.

“Does it have to be a down and dirty country-western bar?” I asked before he could answer my first question.

“Yes. Because you’re going to go the man who buys you the last drink,” he shook with excitement.

“Okay. When are we doing this?” I knew how excited I was, and my husband was throbbing as I touched him through his pants.

“Tonight. Right now. It’s Saturday night, so go get yourself ready.”

Dinner was wonderful, and true to his word, Phil didn’t let my wine glass get empty. By the time we were finished, and the check had been paid, my legs weren’t working properly as Phil guided me to the car.

“I want you in my mouth,” I told him, my words slightly slurred.

“No.”

I looked at him in amazement. “You’re turning down the opportunity to be in my mouth?”

“Yes. I’m going to watch you unbutton your dress for strangers in a dirty bar. I want to enjoy every minute,” he told me. “Then I’m going to use your mouth. If nobody else is using it.”

I stared at him before turning to look around me. We were parked in a gravel parking lot in front of a one-story rundown building with beer signs in the windows and loud music leaking out the open door. Next to us was a gigantic pickup truck. On the other side of our car was an even bigger pickup truck. Our car was one of only two regular sedans in the lot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Mar 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370225903

Thomas Roberts

I’ve always been a reader. Even as a young man, I challenged myself to finish every book I started—a challenge that accidentally included some dense material. But the rewards were worth it.It wasn’t until I discovered a Penthouse magazine “Call Me Madam” column by Xaviera Hollander that my eyes were opened to a life style called “Hotwife.” The letter was written by a man who enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other men—I’d found what I’d been looking for.Later I discovered books by some incredible authors published on the internet, and what had been an interest became an obsession. One of those books was so good, I had to stop reading every page or two to give my heart a rest. The hook was in; I had to write my own thoughts and experiences.I’ve been fortunate to be in enough real-life situations to know what it’s like to enjoy the pain, jealousy, and sexual excitement having a real “hotwife” can bring. Hopefully, those experiences add some realism to my stories.At first I wrote short stories, some of them pretty bad, for sites such as Literotica and Alt.Sex.Stories. Some twenty or so short stories later, I decided to write longer, more polished versions in novella form.I’ve been gratified by the number of readers who have bought my books, and enjoy the same blend of stomach-turning fear mixed with outrageous erotic pleasure a hotwife lifestyle can bring.I hope you enjoy my books; I’m always happy to hear from my readers.

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My Illicit Hotwife Gangbang

Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Edited by Sandy Ebel

Copyright Thomas Roberts 2018

This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY and all characters at over 18 years of age.

This is an erotic work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and damned amazing.

There is sex, lots of it. There is wife cheating and all kinds of goings-on. If that offends you, please don’t read this book. But if you’re looking for a fun, dirty read, this is it.

Chapter 1

He’d been staring at me since we’d walked in the bar, a man I didn’t know was sitting on a barstool watching me. I’d tried to dress sexy for my husband, it was our tenth anniversary, and I wanted to remind him why he’d married me. He seemed to have developed a tendency to forget lately.

I was wearing a black, leather mini-skirt, a real mini-mini skirt. The leather was butter soft to the touch, and I loved how it felt caressing my legs.

On top, I was wearing an off-the-shoulder, white blouse with a cute ruffle that hung down to my breasts, tucked into the high banded waist of my skirt. I had completed the look with four-inch black heels, strapped around my ankles. I looked hot, and I felt hot. I would have felt hot even if I’d remembered to wear panties.

My husband, as usual, had his eyes on his smart phone, typing out emails and texts with one finger between taking calls from his employees. I don’t think he’d even noticed what I was wearing. In the car, I’d fondled his leg as he drove, I’d even tried to stroke his cock, but he’d pushed my hand away. I tried to show him I was naked under the too-short dress, but he didn’t look at me.

I tried not to let his distraction ruin the evening for me, it was typical of Phil. He didn’t notice me anymore, and I did everything I could think of to keep him interested--I worked out at the fitness center, I ran up to ten miles a day—I knew I looked good. I’d even had my pussy waxed for him, and it hurt like hell, but he’d only glanced when I’d tried to show him.

I knew he wasn’t doing without sex. He spent a lot of time on the computer, and I knew what he was looking at, pictures of naked women and reading short stories. My husband seemed to have an interest in something called hotwives. I scanned a few stories and concluded my husband was titillated by the idea. Funny word, titillated.

Regardless, I felt as though this was my last chance to save my marriage. I love Phil, and despite everything, I didn’t want to leave my husband, but if he wouldn’t even look at my bare pussy, we were in trouble. If I was going to leave him, it wouldn’t be without a fight even if it meant showing him what he’d lose.

The guy checking me out was good looking. Younger than us, he was a well-dressed businessman sitting by himself at the bar. I don’t normally go for black guys, but he was cute.

I took my time crossing my legs, letting him get a little flash in the dim light of the bar. I looked up suddenly and caught his eye before he could look away. A surge of heat went through me. I wanted to get laid and if my husband wasn’t interested, maybe the man at the bar would be.

I smiled at the stranger as he turned his head, just enough, so my husband couldn’t see his face