Making a Hotwife An Interracial Cuckold Story - E-book - ePub

Jeffrey and Kate are a typical young couple living in the suburbs. But Jeffrey has a problem. He can not please his beautiful blonde wife. She even has a nickname for him, Little Jeffrey. Kate decides some naughty videos might get Little Jeffrey back up. They watch a Hotwife video and it opens up a whole new world. A world full of Black Bulls, cuckolding, and BBC for the white wife. PREVIEW:"Jeffrey, do you want to do it?""Sure, " I said.
I always wanted to do it, when the it that my wife Kate was talking about was sex, and since we were both in bed I figured that must be the only thing she was talking about. My wife Kate and I have been married for four years now. I can still remember the day I made her Mrs. Meera just like it was yesterday. She looked so beautiful in that sexy white wedding dress, and that night in the even sexier white bridal lingerie.
It was a sexy lace white teddy with a deep V in the front that showed off her big breasts and toned abs. It was cut high on Kate's hips and the back was practically a thong. Combined with the white stockings she wore, it was one of the sexiest outfits I had ever seen. Kate still looked sexy. At twenty-six she was still in her prime. She had straight, dirty-blonde hair that she parted to the right, it hung down past her chin, almost touching her shoulders.
She wasn't wearing any makeup as she crawled onto our big king-sized bed and she never wore a lot. She honestly didn't need it. She had just come out of the bathroom where she had changed out of her work clothes. Kate was an office assistant at a big law firm downtown and she dressed conservatively for work, but she managed to still look sexy. When I saw her come in today, she had on a white blouse that fit snugly to her chest.
It was tucked into a tight black skirt that went down to her knees, but couldn't hide her exceptionally firm and toned butt. But Kate was out of those clothes now as she crawled onto the bed toward me. All she had on now was her favorite sleeping attire, a white tank top that she'd worn and washed so often it was almost see-through, and a pair of tight black cotton panties that hugged her firm butt and felt so soft when I rubbed my hand over them.
Kate crawled between my legs. The covers were between us. "Does Little Jeffrey wanna come out and play?"I didn't love the fact that she called my manhood Little Jeffrey, but when I asked her about it she said it wasn't that she was teasing me. She said Little Jeffrey was just a nickname, not necessarily a description. I kept telling myself that. The first time Kate saw Little Jeffrey was our wedding night, and I didn't love her response.
When she walked into the bedroom of the hotel suite we were staying in I was in my white undershirt and nothing else, glad to be out of that itchy tux. I was sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard, anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new bride."Are you ready?" she said, hiding behind the door and only revealing one stockinged leg."Yes!" I replied. She didn't tease me any longer. As soon as I saw that white teddy on her incredible body...