Shared with His Trainer (Hotwife & the Big Black Cock)

It's almost like he knew my weakness ...

My husband, Nick, couldn't have hired a sexier man to be his trainer. Tall, dark, and muscular, DeAndre is the type of guy who knows exactly what he wants and just how to get it.

I told Nick I wish he could be more assertive ... like DeAndre. A short while later, he sent me to a retreat where wives learn to better service their men. That was not what I had in mind when I asked him to be more open about his bedroom desires! Besides, I don't need special training for what he's packing.

But when I return from my retreat, Nick says he has a surprise lined up for me ... one that will test all the new techniques I learned. I thought Nick was just being selfish when he sent me off, but maybe this was all part of a bigger plot!

What could Nick be up to? Could he possibly know about my deepest, most secret fantasy? My husband couldn't be planning to share me with his trainer ... could he?

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This 8,300+ word story is about a hotwife, a cuckold, a BBC, and a hot birthday surprise that neither husband, wife, nor trainer will soon forget ... and more! Adults only.

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EXCERPT:

"Wow," Nick gasped, amazed by my new deep-throating skills. "What would you say if ... if I told you that you had my permission? That you could suck another man off? Would you like that?"
I almost tore my blindfold off to see if he was serious, but he stopped me.
"No peeking," he whispered.
Then I felt his hand on my side. The unexpected touch almost made me jump, but I quickly melted into it. His hand slid up my torso. Higher. He cupped my breast, squeezed it deeply and pinched my nipple until the pleasant sting made me moan.
"You said you wanted me to be more open about my desires ... so ... what do you think, Katherine? Could you suck another man? If that's what I desired?"
I felt his other hand – this time on my thigh. His hand felt bigger and stronger than normal. His hand slid up my thigh and slowly crept beneath my skirt. With a moan, my legs opened for him.
"I'd love to," I panted, unable to catch my breath. "But wouldn't you get jealous?"
Nick chuckled. Then the dildo was at my mouth again. I licked it all over, my mouth salivating. I desperately wanted it, as Nick's hands played with my tits and inched dangerously closer to my pussy.
But wait.
If Nick was holding the dildo ... how could he be touching me with both hands?
"Nick ...?" I asked tentatively. "Is somebody in here with us?"
The hand up my skirt glanced across my panties. That brief touch made me groan with pleasure and set off a wildfire inside me ... I squirmed, wanting more, needing more, blindly trying to find that hand with my crotch so I could rub my wetness into it.
Then those fingers found my mound again. The fingers felt bigger than Nick's ... they were thicker, longer, meatier. I gasped as that foreign hand wiggled his finger into my lips until my folds plied right open. Just like that, my pussy opened for a stranger, blossoming like a flower. A damp spot moistened the crotch of my panties.
I grabbed his forearm. It was much bigger than Nick's. Thicker. Harder. Stronger.
"I knew it," I gasped.