The Hotwife and Her Cuckold

By Anthony Monroe

This is the story of a happily married couple; it tells the story of what happens when desire meets lust. Do you really know anyone? What happens when you are give the chance to have what you want. Trent and Kennedy find out in this erotic tale of interracial love, lust, and desire. Trent offers his wife a chance to be with other men, and she offers him a chance to explore his sexuality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Monroe
• Release date: Jan 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370617357

Anthony Monroe

I am an aficionado of all things erotic.

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Part 1 – Everything Has A Beginning

Chapter One:

Kennedy’s life was no different from the other housewives in their affluent neighborhood. She lived in a way too large home with just her husband, Trent. They met while she was still a sophomore in a college and working as a cocktail waitress providing drinks for the numerous luminaries that attended a dedication ceremony for new wing on the university’s campus. For him it was love at first sight, and of course that’s understandable, Kennedy’s naturally tanned skin a trait of her Greek heritage served to draw you in while her sparkling green eyes held your attention. It took a bit of work on his part to make her fall in love with him, actually it was just the way that he refused to take up for himself when challenged that drew her in; in Trent she found a knight in need of a purpose and together she felt they could do anything.

They began dating soon after that night and married a few short months later, and as a result at 29 she had never wanted for anything.

His job was at a commercial real estate firm founded by his grandfather and it kept him at the office for most of the day, but he earned enough in commissions and through his other investments that she was the personification of a kept woman, not that it bothered her too much. .

That summer morning started like any other, she rolled over and found that her husband had already left for work. He probably kissed her forehead or something before leaving like he always did. She’d simply slept through it; she would have happily traded it for a chance to have a breakfast with the man she loved. Life happened after they got married, that life meant that she would never have to work a normal job, her only job now consisted of staying sexy and letting her husband take care of her every need.

She found out early on in their relationship that he loved to spoil her and he demonstrated that by spending hours alone with her on the trips they took as often as his job would allow, and at first that had meant local trips to the many nearby bed and breakfasts venues where they spent hours in bed or yachting trips to secluded beachside villas or private jet flights to five star resorts in some European locale or another but those days were becoming less frequent and when they returned from St. Thomas they had spent only a few weekends together due in large part his family’s prestige in the business world which meant that he was given one promotion after another and now he found himself as the executive vice president of his family’s firm at 35 five years old.

She pushed the thoughts of another lonely morning from her head and slowly dragged herself out of bed and made her way into their spacious master ensuite for a quick shower before making her way down to the kitchen; there she sat in quiet reflection and sipped on coffee while planning how to best spend the remaining hours of loneliness facing her until her husband came.

Walking through the kitchen she ran her manicured fingers over the marble countertop enroute to pour herself another cup of Costa Rican coffee , she loved so much from the auto-fill and brew coffee maker replete with its stainless steel finish In fact she loved everything about their upscale suburban neighborhood and with all the time she spent in the house she had managed to either upgrade or renovate every square inch of their house and now it had so many shiny new surfaces that it reflected their luxurious lifestyle and her frivolity with boredom.

Kennedy hopped onto the cold stone countertop letting its chilly surface remind her of a fond memory featuring her husband while she sipped her second cup of coffee; slowly surveying the space replete with its smooth modern finishes and the imported marble tiled flooring and thought ‘life was good’ but she knew too that something was missing.

She enjoyed having something to do – particularly since she wasn’t the type of housewife who spent the whole day spending her husband’s money on trivial things like manicures and pedicures and trips to the salon – or a bored wife’s boy-toy, not that she felt she needed one.

She finished drinking her coffee and hopped off the counter and set her mind to planning the day’s itinerary.

Kennedy and Trent could afford to hire a housekeeper or two, but Kennedy knew her life would be too boring with someone else cleaning their not-so-humble abode; it was the few tasks that she could rely on to keep her occupied for most of the morning.

She finished the necessary cleaning and strolled slowly to her walk-in closet and there she took her time looking around before deciding on a pair of tight fitting white jeans and a red sequined spaghetti strapped tank top; looking at herself in the mirror she had to smile, the outfit she had chosen for the day complimented her naturally tanned olive skin and gave her the appearance of the trophy wife that she felt she was.

Normally she chose to downplay her Greek heritage but today she opted to wear her long dark hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, that she held in place with a diamond encrusted barrette that she purchased during a trip she had taken with her husband to Paris a few years ago, turning around in the full length mirror her smile broadened as she admired how the jeans accentuated her small waist while hugging her tight round ass nicely, but what she was most proud of was how her natural 36C cupped breasts were still firm and perky; so much so that she decided to spend the afternoon bra-less.

She made another half turn and continued to admire her reflection full length mirror while thinking that with a body like hers, she understood why the neighbor’s husbands would stop to stare and why most of their wives hated her sex appeal.

It was just past noon by the time she left the house, it was squeaky clean and the tiled floor reflected the afternoon sun given the floor the appearance of a lighted walkway as she looked around the spacious interior, satisfied with the work she had done, but still bored and more than a little hungry.

Kennedy’s stiletto heels echoed through the house as she made her way to their three-car garage; she noticed her husband had taken his ‘work truck’ a fully loaded Lincoln Blackwood, so that meant he would be most likely be home late.

He drove that to worksites when he wanted to present the appearance of a working man’s man, but she knew he never actually did any real work in that truck; the thought made her laugh as she stepped around their weekend ride a S-Class Mercedes before settling into the seat of her shiny red BMW 525i convertible, it looked as seductive as Kennedy felt. The convertible top would allow other drivers to see the woman driving before they took notice of how the tank top revealed an ample amount of cleavage, at which time she was sure they’d notice little else.

She knew that her full breasts would force people to look, and when they did her C-cup breasts would be one thing that those people would remember if they never saw her again. Together, her and that car made an impression, and as she drove the flashy drop topped vehicle through the neighborhood, that impression would be a blend of awe, envy, and lust. .

It was hard for people not to look, and over time she had learned not to notice. That didn’t mean however that she wasn’t flattered by all the interest that she often got, and today she was going to use that attention to help alleviate her boredom.

Her first stop was at a local detailing service which was filled with men, and she flirted openly with a number of them while waiting for her car to get finished; after leaving pulled the newly waxed car and into vacant spot a few rows away from the door of a Mexican restaurant, that she and Trent loved.

She took her time walking to the doorway, stopping to peer into the nearby bakery taking the opportunity to give the young man she’d seen there on her previous visits a chance to enter first.

She entered the smallish café and paused to allow her eyes to adjust to the changing light conditions and when they did she saw the young Hispanic waiter openly checking her out.

He was probably in college she guessed, and despite his good looks he looked really flustered at having to speak to a woman as sexy as her. His cheeks were flushed as approached her table, and she leaned forward to give him an uninterrupted view of the deep valley formed by her breast. Kennedy loved the attention she was getting from both her waiter and every other man that passed her in the restaurant. She was seated at a table near the window, the midday sun was like a spotlight focused solely on her and she decided to give the passerby’s and those eating their late lunch something to look at while she set about teasing the young man a bit more than a married woman should.

She leaned forwards on the table, and purposely allowed the water ringlet from her glass soak the cotton fabric just above the area closest to her arms strategically wetting her chest so that her left nipple was very noticeable; giving the waiter one more thing to think about as she placed her index finger between her lips.

C… C… Can I get you something to drink? he asked clearly flustered and unsure of what to do next.

The way that he stammered brought a smirk to her face and she slowly slid her finger from her bold red lips. His eyes never met hers and all she could think of was adorable he was and how she could corrupt his delicate sensibilities.

Suddenly her time alone was worth it and she decided to have a bit of fun with a boy at least ten years her junior.

In a low, husky voice, she asked him, How big is your burrito? I’m looking for something with a lot of meat.

Her question was innocent enough but the tone of her voice said she could have been just as easily asking if he had a big cock.

The boy’s eyes went wide. Clearly he had taken her question for the latter.

He had to be a freshman in college, twenty-two at the oldest, and still a virgin too she guessed.

E… Excuse me? He said in a voice that betrayed the cool he was trying to display.

It took everything out of Kennedy not to laugh, she couldn’t imagine him lasting ten seconds much less the ten minutes she’d want sucking his cock before she was ready for him to penetrate her wetness.

The burrito? How big is it ? I’m quite… Kennedy let her eyes trail up and down his body, lingering on his crotch. She knew he saw it. She was sure by now that her questions was about anything but food . Pointing to the Burrito De Grande on the menu, …Hungry, she concluded with a smile that showed her recently polished teeth.

I… Uh… They’re quite large. I’m sure they’ll fill you up.

She couldn’t help but laugh then.

She was pretty sure that it would fill her up, but him on the other hand she wasn’t so sure. She refrained from saying as much. It was time to stop teasing the poor boy. It was a pity that all she could do was tease him; he was quite nice looking she thought to herself before saying, I’ll have you’re chicken Mamasita burritos in that case.

Okay…, the young man said while noticeably releasing a breath he’d been holding since approaching her table.

He seemed relieved to have something to focus on besides her nipple that the water seemed to outline in such a way that it was impossible not to look at , he took his time writing on his little notepad and he was careful not to take his eyes off his ink pen out of fear he’d find himself staring once more at her breast, after a few seconds he purposely stared into her face and casually asked, And would you like a drink with that?

Kennedy grinned. She would have liked more than a drink, she loved when her lovers exploded in her mouth from one of her skillful blowjobs and when they did, she made it a point to swallow every drop; and while looking up at him she was thinking just that.

She held back a longing sigh, thinking about Trent’s salty-sweet semen, it had been a long few days since they made love and it was on her mind as she looked up and said, I’ll have a small tequila margarita, please. Her mind finally returning to the present.

I’ll get right on that. The young waiter commented as he walked away from her quickly, shoving the notepad into his front pocket hoping he hid his increasingly excited state as he went to submit her order.

She felt kind of bad using him for her amusement, but she couldn’t help it. It didn’t help that her husband had been more and more suggestive as of late and that had her feeling the effect of him not being as spontaneous as he once was due in large part to his increasing work load . They had a good sex life. She could not complain about that, yet still she knew that they both wanted something more.

They were open minded and experimental in their lovemaking, that included watching porn together usually of the couples feature variety, and lately that had them incorporating roleplay into their sex life. In fact, a lot of their experimentation and his lust driven sex sessions were inspired by the porn videos that they watched together.

The latest of which was based around a man taking a woman against her will, the thought of being taken by a complete stranger made Kennedy hot just thinking about it; now Kennedy found herself rubbing her thighs together in the little Mexican joint as she sat waiting on her food, thinking about one of the many strangers bold enough to follow her home and fucking her hard across the hood of her sporty little convertible before she could get to safety of her house.

She was definitely getting wet and thinking about her waiter’s cock only made it worse. She had managed to get them both hot and flustered, she couldn’t wait to get home and shove one of her favorite toys deep into her slit or she could always wait for her husband and treat him to the blowjob of his life before riding him like an untamed mare as a way of saying how much she craved him.

Yes, she decided, she would allow her sexual cravings to build up and give herself to him completely so that they both could get some long overdue satisfaction but in the meanwhile, she had a mission to complete before returning home and she promised herself that she would avoid getting herself off thinking about the young waiter or any of the random strangers that caught her eye.

It was a good idea. If she was lucky, her husband was planning another special evening for them to start the weekend. She loved the way that her husband was always introducing new things to her and how they all seemed to be even more perverse and erotic than his last, but it just meant that she was always waiting for him to provide the newest thrill and to her the forced celibacy hardly seemed worth it.

Kennedy’s clit was throbbing, she couldn’t wait for Trent to make it home and as she rubbed her thighs together and aching for some kind of relief from her arousal, she doubted that she’d make it another minute before she found some way to get herself off. She wanted nothing more than to feel a hard piece of flesh sliding deep inside her aching cunt. Sipping her drink was all she could do to hold back the moan growing in her throat as her things rubbed against her cunt.

The waiter came over to her table and this time she was blushing as he put a plate and glass down on the table in front of her. Her thoughts were all over the place. She was checking the young man out, but she would never do anything about her desire.

It was nice to simply look sometimes. Thank you, she said in a sweet voice.

The waiter didn’t say anything as he nodded his head before scurrying off. Kennedy smiled.

He was clearly nervous around her and that was endearing, it reminded her of the earlier days with Trent.

She caught him watching her every so often and rather than use the knife and fork that had come with her meal, she decided to give him a show.

She picked the burrito up with her bare hands and brought it up to her lips. Then started slow, not wanting to give it all away, by wrapping her lips around one side of the burrito and taking a bite out of it. She didn’t dare to meet the waiter’s eyes, but she could feel that they were trained on her. He was right about the burritos. They were long and thick, much longer than eight inches, and filled to the brim with meat and sauce. She was being careful not to mess any of the sauce on herself, but what she really wanted to do was go to town. The only reason she didn’t is because she was in public. Normally, she wouldn’t have cared if her mouth was covered in the sauce. After her first bite, she noticed that she was still being watched. She took a sip of her drink through the straw to wash it down and then looked over at the counter. Her waiter averted his eyes so quickly that she could have laughed. Was she really supposed to not have noticed? She picked the burrito up again and brought it to her lips. She took more than half of it into her mouth, knowing how suggestive it was, before taking a bite. It nearly, nearly touched the back of her throat, but she stopped before it got that far. She had to remind herself that she was teasing. Kennedy looked up once nearly the entire burrito had disappeared and found herself looking right into her poor waiter’s eyes. She let her eyes trail downwards and found that he had a bulge at the front of his trousers, clear signs of an erection pitching a tent. She smirked as she started chewing and avoided looking at him for the rest of the meal. When she was finished eating and ready to go, Kennedy thought about taking her waiter home and relieving some tension but after a quick scan of the dining area she could not see him anywhere in sight. She wondered briefly where he had disappeared to her mind played out a scene in which she caught him in the bathroom jerking off trying to deal with his not-so-little problem, that line of thinking made her clit throb and she desperately wanted to solve her own little problem so she signaled for someone to bring her the bill.

She was a little disappointed when one of the waitresses brought the bill. She thought her waitress was looking at her with a hint of contempt as she paid but she didn’t care, she smiled to the young Latina displaying her beautiful full smile.

Thank you, she said in her sweetest voice, and pulled a twenty from her wallet and left it for a tip.

The waitress grimaced as Kennedy turned causing her breast to graze the other woman’s arm.

Kennedy left the restaurant feeling smug making a mental note to return to the restaurant with her husband knowing how excited he would be watching her teasing other men.

Chapter Two:

Leaving the restaurant, Kennedy found herself heading away from her neighborhood; her desire was her GPS and it was guiding her directly toward the adult bookstore that she and her husband frequented. Normally, she went there with him, but when she had taken the liberty of going there on her own it was either for a new video to watch while she was alone or for some new toys to satisfy her increasing libido. She knew that after her little escapade she needed something new.

The store was about twenty minutes or so in a nearby county and nowhere near their current lovely suburban neighborhood. It was closer to the outskirts of town, where she used to stay, back before she met her husband and couldn’t afford the high-end lifestyle she now enjoyed. This seedy place almost felt like home; no one judged her here and thankfully there was no chance of any of their upstanding community members catching her around these parts. The last thing that she wanted was to be judged by her new peers.

Kennedy was walking around the store absent-mindedly, she found herself drifting towards the video section of the store. She paused to look at the new shipment of dildos, but she wasn’t interested in any of them. She was perfectly content with the various ones that she had at home, but what drew her in was the varied collection of porn that the store carried.

She was almost certain that there was porn for every fetish out there. There was nothing like variety in her opinion but even she had to blush at some of the covers of the videos. Nothing was censored there; yet somehow, she had ended up in the gonzo section, she noticed that several of the covers holding her attention featured more than one man in the picture.

Biting her lower lip, Kennedy reached for the one that looked the least wild. It had the image of a woman who looked very much like she did – a brunette housewife with red lips and a curvy body – being taken by a pair of Black men both younger and stronger than the white gentleman seated just inside the framed shot.

They couldn’t have been much older than the guy who served her in the Mexican restaurant. They both however was muscular and well-endowed and looked like they enjoyed dominating the woman pinned between them. She found herself staring at the corner of the cover, looking at the middle-aged man sitting on a couch a few feet away from where the trio was fucking, in his hand was his cock as he sat clearly jerking off to the sight of the woman being double penetrated.

For reasons that she could not fathom, the sight of being watched turned Kennedy on to no end. There were several other videos that fell into the same sort of category. Nearly all of them had small descriptions on the back that read along the lines of men getting off on their girlfriends or wives fucking other men, cuckolds it called them. By the time she was ready to leave, Kennedy found herself wondering about her own husband, she carefully picked three DVDs from that category to take home, and as rubbed the smooth plastic cases she couldn’t wait to play them so she could see her husband’s reaction when they watched them for the first time. She also selected another DVD from the couples’ section, that was more in line with features that she and her husband had been watching lately but she found one that featured a twist too; it told of a woman being taken by a stranger and reluctantly enjoying it, so much so that she helped the stranger subdue her husband so that he was being forced to watch.

Kennedy thought of her husband’s need for control, and she wondered what he would do if he ever came home and found another man making love to her. She hadn’t given it much thought she knew that he kept long hours at the office and provided them with a very good living, being with anyone else seemed a little too risky for her to give up everything they have. Yet; she couldn’t get over the first time that she had mentioned another man; they were deep into a lovemaking session but when she described how hard the stranger was fucking her and how he used her body Trent seem to come alive and fucked her even harder as he whispered into her ear how he’d picked the other guy, finding one with a long thick cock and very strong as well so he could use her body any way that he saw fit.

As she made her way to the counter to pay for her selections her mind was replaying that night, she was thankful the man behind the counter didn’t even blink twice as he rung the items up; he may have gotten the hint she was horny as hell.

Thankful that there was a different person behind the register nearly every time she came to the adult store, because by now someone would have recognized her as a regular.

Chapter Three:

The first thing Kennedy did when she got home was take a bath. She knew her husband would be home soon, and she wanted to dress up for him. He always loved it when she did that. She ran the bathtub and dropped in a generous amount of jasmine bubble bath and some lavender oil. She was going to smell amazing. The water was warm and silky, enveloping her like a soft blanket. She washed herself off gently, the steam in the bathroom relaxing her. She could have fallen asleep lying there. By the time she stepped out of the bathtub, she was feeling sleepy and her skin felt soft to the touch. She pulled a fluffy pink towel from the rail and wrapped it around her body. She was draining the bath and making sure that the bathroom was clean when she heard a what sounded like a door being closed in the rear of the house.

Trent is that you? she called out thinking that her husband had made it home.

She shrugged it off and slipped on her fluffy white bath robe and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail.

She carefully studied her wardrobe before opting for a little black sundress, knowing it would slide over her bare skin, she was lost in her thoughts of how the skimpy thong panties she was going to wear for Trent would slide down her thighs when she heard a noise once again, but this time much closer.

Hello? she said once again while stepping from the closet; there was no answer in return, just the sound of the air conditioning clicking on.

She assumed she must have heard the air conditioner and decided that the noise from down the hall was actually coming from the attic. That had to be it, because she thought as she sipped the robe from her body and made her way into the bedroom wearing the thong underwear beneath her robe and carrying the sun dress over her shoulder.

She had made it a few feet into their spacious bedroom when