1. My Wife Marcia?


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: NickSpencer, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    Memphis tonight,” I replied. She appeared very tired and headed off for an early rest. “Let me know when you’re leaving,” she said, fixing her hair for bed. It was 9:00 pm when I woke Marcia and kissed her goodbye. I got into a waiting taxi and headed for the airport. My attention was brought to a text that came through to my phone. It was Alan from work. He was saying that we were no longer required to go on the trip but that I should stop by work. I informed the driver of this change and was at work in a couple of minutes. What a relief! Now Marcia and I could have some much needed time together and I can figure out what’s bothering her , I thought to myself. I found it strange that the office was dark and Alan was supposedly in it. Running my fingers along the wall, I searched for the light switch, finally reaching and flicking it. Suddenly, a loud cry of many voices caused me to jump in shock. My colleagues had set this all up, throwing me an early birthday party. “Surprise!” “We were trying to reach Marcia,” Alan said, walking over to me. “Ah.. don’t worry about it, she’s asleep,” I said with a chuckle. I spent most of the night chatting with my assistant Maxine. The liquor was really into my system at this point and I couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she was. My back was planted against the wall as I observed Maxine’s dirty dancing. Her twenty four year old ass was bumping into my crotch, in rhythm to the music. I had always teased her that she looked like ...
    Scarlett Johansson but that night it really hit me. Her pretty brown eyes glittered under the light and her mini red dress was clinging to her curvy body. “I am so fucking wasted. Please don’t fire me,” she whispered into my ear. I would do naughty things to her if I was not married , I thought to myself. It was 12:30am when I said that I was tired, thanked everyone and got a ride home with Alan. We got to my house at about 1:00am and I waved goodbye to Alan as he pulled off. I was a bit drunk but conscious enough to recognize Lucas’ truck in the driveway. I remember talking to myself out loud, wondering what was going on. I turned the lock and went inside, shutting the door behind me. There was no one in sight and I went up the stairs in search of human life. My mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. “What the fuck is he doing here at this hour?” I mumbled out loud. Fears became reality as I now heard faint moans coming from our bedroom. As I got closer I could hear the sound of flesh slapping together. “This is my cunt!” I heard Lucas bark. The loud slapping sounds grew louder the closer I got to the bedroom door. “Whose cunt is this?” he barked. “It’s yours,” I heard my wife reply. My blood began to boil and I was now filled with rage. I was about to kick in that door and fuck him up. Suddenly a feeling of lust came over me as I caught my first glimpse of the sex romp. He had my wife bent over the dresser and was pounding her tight pussy from behind. The bastard appeared to ...
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