Brianna's Hotwife Offering: A Dark BBC Hotwife Story

Brianna's stunning beauty is captivating, but no one can shatter her ice-queen reserve until she falls in love with Connor during an unexpected cross-country trip. But Brianna will never be satisfied with just one man. Can Connor accept her voracious hotwife lusts as she seduces both men and women right in front of him?

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“I know you feel awful,
Connor. You should. Jeff is going to do unspeakable things to your wife. But it
also turns you on. You might as well admit it, you’re using me and thinking
about Brianna telling you to double team her.” Jane was right, the dissonance
was clear to see, as I slid smoothly between her breasts. “Do you want to know
what’s going on with me?” she asked. “I’m so horny I’ve been eyeing that green
banana.”

Jane stood and turned around.
Spreading her legs, she guided me inside. As she settled on me, she brought my
hands to touch her breasts. “Play with them, Connor.”

Another video conference came
in much later. Jane and I had fallen asleep holding each other as my phone
peeped on the night stand. When I answered, I was greeted with a view of
Brianna drying herself after a shower. She still wore the collar and chain, but
a black blindfold had been added. “Say hi to your husband.” It was Jeff’s
voice.

Brianna’s head was in
profile. “Hi, Connor. I hope you’re not too worried about me,” she said.

“Have they hurt you? Do you
know where you are?” I had so many questions.

Brianna just smiled.
“Nobody’s hurt me, but they’ve been rough. Did you know I like it that way?”

“Your wife doesn’t know where
we are. Isn’t that right?” Jeff said.

“I have no idea, but I’ve
never been submissive like this before. Connor, I like being servile to a bunch
of men.” Jeff tried to pull her leash but Brianna resisted. “Connor, I didn’t
mean to hurt you. We were just having fun, doing sexy things that we’d never do
at home, and it got out of hand. I’m sorry.” This time Jeff tugged hard on the
leash. Her towel dropped and Brianna staggered after him.

The view followed them into
the next room where my wife was led between the knees of a huge black man.

“You taste really good. Where
have you been?” She was trying to get him into her mouth without using her
hands.

“Inside you,” he said.

“I taste really good, don’t
I?” Brianna was now licking the hardening shaft. It was fascinating to watch
her tongue stroke him while cleaning him of her own juices. When he was ready,
Jeff directed her to keep the head  in
her mouth while she used her hands.

The picture shifted to Jeff’s
face. “Do you want to watch your wife swallow? I can turn off now, it doesn’t
matter to me. Just say the word.”

My emotions were in turmoil.
I didn’t want to watch my wife fouled. I couldn’t deny the wanton nature of the
scene, either. A part of me wanted to see her soiled, humiliated, and stained.
“I want to watch,” I said.

“Oh, too bad. You waited too
long. Well, maybe later,” he said, and the screen went black.

I became aware of Jane
panting next to me. I hadn’t been aware she was watching.