Cucking My Husband Bundle

By Dominique Paige and Daniella Fetish

These humiliated husbands will watch as their housewives turn into hotwives, right in front of their eyes:


Cucking My Husband


Being stood up by her inattentive husband yet again is too much for Jenny to take, and she decides to get drunk at the hotel bar where they were supposed to meet. Her plans change when a couple of men come in and mistake her for an escort. She decides not to correct them... and finds herself getting the attention she wants from the black, white and well hung men.


Husband Humiliation


When Matt walks through the door after a long day at the office, he has no idea his life is about to change forever. He finds out that his wife has discovered his secret cuckold fetish, and wants to be his mean dominatrix! Matt is happy to begin with, but quickly finds himself pushed to the limit as she humiliates him in ways he never thought possible. When she invites his well-hung best friend over, he has to reluctantly endure as she forces him to watch her please his best friend in ways she never did for him! 


Cuckold Bukkake


Jenny had never thought of her boyfriend as being kinky, not until she comes home and finds him looking at pornography on the Internet. When she gets closer, she sees that it's not just normal one-on-one sex, but is at least 10 men shooting their load all over the face of a pretty young girl on screen. She is covered with the stuff, and as Jenny watches it drip off her lips she wonders what it would be like to be dominated so completely. When she voices her opinion, she finds out that her boyfriend is more than willing to help her find out.



• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Bundles
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020

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Cucking My Husband

Dominique Paige

Jenny felt her grip tightening around the glass and forced herself to take a deep breath in an attempt to control her rising temper. She lifted the vodka and lemonade to take a sip, but her veneer of composure slipped when she glanced at her watch. It was now almost thirty five minutes since her husband should have turned up at the hotel bar to meet her and the annoyance that he hadn’t took hold. Finishing the drink, she signaled to the barman and waited for him to come across.

The same again please, she said.

The barman nodded and went to pour the vodka and lemonade. He placed it on the counter when he returned and Jenny thanked him as she paid for the drink. She lifted it to take a sip before reaching in her bag to get her phone. There were still no missed calls and she cursed her husband under her breath. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d stood her up and she tried to relax as she dialed his number then brought the handset up to her ear.

Where the hell are you? she let out in an irritated voice when the call was answered.

I’ve got to work late, Dan replied.

And you didn’t think to phone and tell me, Jenny went on in a rising voice.

She almost shouted her annoyance down the phone at him, but didn’t want to bring attention on herself and stopped herself from doing it.

Sorry, Dan said. I was busy.

The tone of his voice indicated he wasn’t sorry in the slightest and the half-hearted apology only served to irritate Jenny more.

This is too much, she hissed in a clipped tone. It was your bloody idea to meet here tonight and you don’t even have the decency to let me know that you can’t make it. Do you think it’s funny to leave me sitting here alone?

No, I…

Oh, don’t bother with your worthless apology, Jenny interrupted. This is getting to be too much of a habit with you and I’m getting sick of it.

Her husband started trying to apologize again, but she dragged the phone from her ear and cut off the call. The hotel bar wasn’t busy, but she still glanced around. It didn’t appear anyone heard her conversation though and she dropped her gaze to the counter. She’d gone out of her way to dress up for the evening in the hope that she and Dan would stay in the hotel for the night.

Should’ve known better, she muttered as she picked up the glass to take a drink.

The situation brought it home that her marriage was becoming stale and her husband’s constant inattention was beginning to grate on her nerves. She looked down at the gold band on her finger, but it only annoyed her and she dragged it off to dump it in her handbag.

Fucking asshole, she let out under her breath.

She heard the sound of her phone ringing and lifted it to see her husband’s number showing on the screen. The last thing she wanted to do was listen to any more of his excuses and apologies, so she ignored his attempt to get in touch by switching the phone off. She downed the rest of the vodka and lemonade in one gulp then lifted her hand to signal to the barman.

Same again, he asked.

Jenny nodded her head and watched as he fetched the drink. She was getting the money to pay for it when she heard the sound of the voice.

I’ll get that.

She turned to the sight of a muscular, African American man dropping onto the stool right next to her.

No it’s…, she started to say, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

I insist, the man said and smiled before turning his attention to the man