Cuckold's Gift

By Sean Geist

Glen and Trisha are a rather mundane couple. They have 9-5 jobs, work around the house on the weekend, and share an average sex life. Then, one weekend, they have their safe bubble burst, when a complete stranger exposes a sexual kink that neither spouse was aware of. One experience leads to another and the couple find themselves exploring a treacherous path towards an uncertain fate.

Can their loving relationship survive when deeper desires are revealed? And what happens when your favorite gift is the one you never thought to ask for?

This 26K word erotic story contains strong sexual content. It is intended for mature readers who enjoy exploring erotic boundaries from the safety of their e-book reader.

Excerpt:

We stood at the threshold. Trisha had the key poised to unlock.
“This is it, honey. The next step in our adventure.”
“It’s just sex, right?”
I was trying to calm myself, more than her. She smiled.
“Just sex. But we might do some things, say some things, that will change how we see each other.”
“You’re starting to scare me, Trish.”
“I don’t mean to, just a warning.”
“A warning?”
“Whatever we do, whatever I do or say. You gotta trust me. If you don’t, this ends here.”
I was filled with trepidation. My marriage, my love, stood on a precipice. I stared down into the abyss. She stared back. With fear and longing, I nodded my head.
Trisha slid the key into the slot, the lock disengaged, and we entered Nick’s room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Geist
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463539804

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Cuckold's Gift

Copyright (2020) Sean Geist

Cover Image © (Kotin) / BigStock.com

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written consent of the author, except for brief quotes used in reviews.

All Characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to any actual persons is entirely coincidental.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18 unless specified. V.2.1

Acknowledgements

I want to start by thanking my editors, R and G. Without them, this book would be a mess of missppellings and missing or wrong punctuation, Any mistakes that remain in this text are my fault.

I also want to thank all the erotica authors out there, putting out fantastic stories and offering encouragement to novices like myself. I've never been turned down when I've asked for advice or suggestions. I'd name a few, but I don't want to miss any. It should be enough to say, the community of erotica authors is the best.

A big thanks to my wife for her support in my chosen genre. Not all spouses would be as accepting. I lucked out.

And finally, I want to thank you, my readers. It's very satisfying to know people out there enjoy what my dirty mind comes up with. I wish you good health.

Remember, whatever flavor of sex consenting adults enjoy, is good sex.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Afterward

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Chapter 1: Lust's Awakening

I splashed a handful of cold water on my face, trying to wash away the shock of what I had just seen.

To a passerby, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but my world had been rocked and I didn't know why.

I was with my wife Trisha at the W hotel in Dallas celebrating my 29th birthday. The plan was to start the evening with a quick drink at the bar and then taxi over to the American Airlines Center to watch my Coyotes take on the Dallas Stars.

We hit a detour.

I'd left my wife at the bar to use the restroom. When I came back, my spot had been taken by another man. I noticed him as I came around the corner. He was tall, about six and a half feet, maybe, with blond hair and lightly tanned skin. I could just make out the stubble on his face. He was basically what some women would call, a hunk.

Normally seeing my wife chatting with another man wouldn't upset me. She worked in a male-dominated environment and she interacted with men all the time. I was used to it, and quite honestly never minded it.

What penetrated me to my core and sent my heart fluttering was when the man said something – I was too far away to hear – and my wife started laughing, and then he placed his hand on her thigh and she didn't brush it away.

I should have raged at this display of intimacy, should have marched over and intervened, no need for violence, a simple excuse me should get the cad moving on. I wanted to do that, but I was rooted to the spot, my emotions, a maelstrom of jealousy, rage, and surprisingly, lust. My cock was hard, probably visible through my pants. So, instead of moving to confront the man making moves on my wife, I returned to the restroom to compose myself.

After what felt like an hour, but was more like five minutes, of staring at my reflection and trying to sort out my feelings, I wiped off the excess water from my face and headed back out.

I'd like to say I headed straight to the bar to handle the situation, but that would be a lie. Instead, I slipped around the corner and sat in an empty booth to watch the interaction.

The first thing I noticed was that the stranger had moved closer to Trisha. The second was the new drink sitting in front of her. The third was the incredible erection in my pants. I felt glad I was sitting down.

Here I was, lusting after my wife, while she was seriously flirting with a man neither of us had ever seen before this night. At least that's what I was assuming.

I wanted to take my wife to our room and fuck her silly.

The man's attention was drawn away from my wife and toward his phone. He excused himself and answered it.

Trisha took a sip of her drink and started fidgeting in her seat, playing with her napkin and glancing back over at her new friend. The one thing she didn't do was look around for her husband.

After a moment, the stranger returned his attention to my wife. I couldn't hear what was said, but when the man waved the bartender over for his check, I figured he was leaving. A look of disappointment appeared on Trisha's face or maybe it was my imagination – my own dark fantasies digging their claws into my psyche.

The man paid his bill and seemed to lean toward my wife as if to kiss her. I could feel my hand shake, my cock twitch. This didn't make any sense.

For a moment, Trisha moved closer, but then realized what she was doing and pulled back.

They both chuckled at the situation and shook hands instead. The man was turning to leave, but before he could release her hand, my wife pulled him back in and whispered something into his ear before giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

The kiss sent a shock wave through me, sending me backward into the booth cushion.

While I was reeling, the man smiled, said see ya later, and left.

Finally, Trisha started looking around for me.

That kiss, that simple friendly kiss, had me heartbroken and horny as hell. A tiny voice in my head was telling me I had about two hours until the opening puck drop, enough time to get a quick dinner and make it to the game. I ignored that voice, there was something I wanted, no something I had, to do.

I swiftly made my way to my wife. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, not with surprise, but with lust. She was horny herself. If that stranger hadn't left and I was still dallying around, I'm sure she would have pulled him into the lady's room and fucked him. That thought made me want her even more.

Miss me? were my first words to her.

Our eyes locked into a knowing gaze, one only loving spouses of ten years could understand.

Take me to the room.

That was my plan.

I slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar, more than enough for the drinks plus a nice tip, and pulled Trisha toward the elevators.

We'd discuss the stranger later, right now my focus was on making passionate love to my wife.

I swiped the room key clumsily across the door sensor. It took several tries before I heard the click. Trisha wasn't helping, she was fumbling with my belt and zipper before we even got into the room.

We stumbled over the threshold. My wife disengaged and began tearing her own clothing off. I kicked the door shut behind me and quickly followed suit. She finished first. I was still fussing with my button-down shirt when I glanced over at the bed.

She was stunning, lying back against the pillows, naked, her auburn hair splashed in waves around her head. Her breasts lay squat against her chest, her small pert nipples were hard, yearning to be touched.

I glanced down between her parted legs and couldn't help but notice the glistening of her core. She was wet and ready.

Fuck me, she said. Hurry.

I moved swiftly, kicking my shoes off, tossing my shirt on a nearby chair and hopping about, trying to disentangle myself from my boxers. My erection was not helping matters.

When I was finally free of clothing, Trisha snickered.

Took you long enough.

I moved across the bed, resting between her open legs, ready to thrust.

I could stop, I lied.