My Cuckold Adventures

By Ariel Bruhl

It began when a burglar broke into Miriam and Jim’s house right when they were having sex. But after putting up with Jim’s pedestrian efforts for too long, suddenly Miriam needed something more – something filthier – and the intruder presented the perfect opportunity. The thing was, to really get off, she wanted to Jim to watch. And to his surprise, Jim found he liked it too. So much so, that soon Miriam’s cuckolding adventures really began, from a dirty alleyway threesome, to showing Jim what she got up to with her boss during a video call. Explicit, Illicit, 18+ Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Aug 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005579203

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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Copyright © 2022 Ariel Bruhl

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All characters depicted in this publication are 18 years of age or older, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Cover Art © Ariel Bruhl 2024

CONTENTS

THE INTRUDER

ALLEYWAY SPIT ROAST

VIDEO CHAT CREAMPIE

THE INTRUDER

Jim was inside me when I heard something smash downstairs. As usual he was on top, doing his best to bring me to orgasm, although I knew he’d climax before I got there. I don’t know. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him. Or that there wasn’t a time when the sex was great. But lately, I was feeling out of sorts. Unsatisfied. Distracted. Which may have been why I was so alert to any untoward sounds in the house.

Jim! I breathed, tapping both hands on his shoulders.

He continued to pump, his cock hardening inside me, close to spurting his load. But whether he got his rocks off or not, was hardly the priority as I hissed louder, Jim, for Christ’s Sake!

And he finally came to a faltering stop. Shit, Miriam! What is it? I’m fucking close…

Didn’t you hear that?

What?

Jim flexed his hips. His cock twitched. He started to move inside me again, if only for a few strokes more, but then his eyes connected to mine and he could see I would be pissed if he carried on, so he sighed, and finally lifted his head as he searched through the gloom of our bedroom.

I don’t hear anything… he said.

Well, I did… pushing at his chest so he reluctantly pulled free, rolling onto his side.

I sat up, running a hand through my short dark hair, tangled by Jim’s attentions, and pulled down the crop top I wore for bed. It was a Wednesday night, and we’d somehow got into the habit of having sex one night of the week. How we had been reduced to fucking with such boring regularity was one of life’s mysteries. Maybe it was because we were both perpetually tired. Maybe the spark had just gone out of our marriage. Whatever the reason, I quickly put these nagging thoughts to the back of my mind and cocked my head. Perhaps it had been my imagination? Or a psychological trick I’d played on myself to stop Jim in mid-session.

So? Jim pulled himself up too. The impatience in his voice was palpable.

I waited. All I could hear was the whirring of the ceiling fan. I thinned my lips. Now Jim would have to start all over again, and I really wasn’t in the mood…

Then a door slammed down the hall.

Fuck!

Immediately, both Jim and I froze, our bodies were flooded with adrenaline and fear. It hadn’t been my imagination. Someone was in the house. Someone was upstairs. Worse than that: just a few rooms away from where we were sitting up in bed half-naked.

Damn it… Jim muttered. Then finally he moved, dragging the covers aside and crawling out of bed.

What are you going to do? I hissed, as he rummaged around for his boxers and quickly strode into them. His erection had, not surprisingly, completely deflated. Although, even in my heightened state of fear, I still noted the attractive proportions of my husband’s body. That had never been the problem. Jim was a good-looking man, and kept himself in shape. I still had the hots for him, and yet…

Jim dropped to