My husband showed me he’d gotten the ropes out, and I was soaking wet even before I’d completely undressed. He only told me he had “something special” planned after I was well secured, and I was left to guess what it was as he finished, leaving me on the bed with my ass high and exposed, knees spread wide and stable, unable to even fall to my side.
The not knowing made me hotter, and he knew it. And when he whispered in my ear “I’m sharing you tonight,” I gasped.
“You don’t know him. You’ll never see him again. He will never see you again, but he will always only ever remember you like this.”
Afraid and unbearably excited. It was a fantasy I’d confided a long time ago, but never thought would happen. To be given to a stranger. To be helpless and taken by an unknown cock. It was terrifying, and the most arousing thing I could imagine.
I was startled by a hand on my ass – warm, rough, calloused. Not my husband’s. Thick fingers caressed me, sliding around to my slick cunt, sliding in smoothly with no pause, making me groan.
I heard his other hand was busy, and didn’t need to turn my head to know he was jacking his cock.
“Byron said I didn’t have to put on a condom, so I don’t think I will.”
I shook my head no, but my pussy betrayed me, drenching his fingers with a new little flood of arousal.
I blinked away tears, but was already on the brink of orgasm as the bed took his weight, strong hands grabbed my hips, hot cockhead nuzzled my dripping slit…
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 