Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance Read Online Free

lips.
    Another long, low moan and she was circling the head of her toy around her glistening lips, until she slowly slipped it inside her.
    Hugo caught his breath again, and felt certain she must have heard his involuntary response.
    Madeleine had another cock inside her. It might have been fake, but the thing was realistic enough for him to imagine it was someone else’s appendage—and perhaps, for her to imagine it. And there was the small matter of the other man speaking with her on the phone.
    “Oh God, I love you how feel inside me…”
    He was so hard, he couldn’t stand it. Madeleine looked so beautiful, her hand working slowly to help the thing glide in and out of her tight, wet hole, the huge cock stretching her, reaching every sensitive part of her as it sank deep inside her.
    She moaned, “Oh I shouldn’t… my husband will wake up…”
    He saw her drop the phone, her other hand moving to coax her clit as she fucked herself, panting for air as she drilled herself with the great fake cock.
    Hugo couldn’t remain hidden any longer. She smiled ecstatically as he emerged from the bedroom, giving him the warmest of feelings.
    “You done watching?” she said, withdrawing her toy, resting it against her pussy.
    “You done with your friend?”
    “Oh I hung up ages ago.”
    He took the sex toy from her, and now ducked down to replace it with his tongue, unable to keep his raw hunger for her at bay. He tasted and smelled a hint of her toy on her pussy, but it only drove on his hunger, perhaps the thought of how sexy his pretty blonde wife was to be ordering such a product from whichever online store it was that must have been getting rich from the desires of horny wives across the nation.
    Realizing the fake cock was still in his hand, he offered it up to Madeleine, who now took it and placed it to her lips again, tasting herself as her tongue twirled around its tip.
    “You think you’ll go all the way with him on Saturday?” he asked her, and felt a shiver from the thought that such an eventuality was a real possibility.
    She smiled, shrugged. “Depends what he’s like.”
    “But it’s a possibility?”
    “It’s a possibility.”
    He knelt up on the window seat and now steered his own cock to her flushed pussy lips, his hands on her knees as he slid so easily inside her dripping tightness.
    As he fucked her, he saw her head turn, little lights flickering on inside her eyes.
    Across the street, the light was on in Connor’s bedroom, and the tanned lothario appeared to have company.
    “He doesn’t believe in curtains, does he?” Hugo said dryly, wondering how much of their own display was being concealed by the angle of their blinds.
    She turned back to her husband, as though deciding she didn’t need to watch her crush seducing a young brunette in the apartment opposite.
    “I feel jealous, watching him,” she said with a half smile as he slowly moved inside her. “Doesn’t that seem wrong to you?”
    “You want him. Sure you’re jealous,” he said. “You can have him, you know.”
    She shook her head, but pushed him up, picked herself up and stood facing the window, pointedly pushing out her butt to solicit his input.
    “I have a date on Saturday,” she said as he slid back inside her insanely wet pussy. “Isn’t that crazy?”
    They fucked like animals in front if the windows, and Hugo couldn’t be certain what fired up his pretty wife most—the athletic male mounting the brunette across the street, or the prospect that she would actually be dating a man who was not her husband in a few nights.
    There was no doubt though. She was very fired up. They both were.

Three
    Saturday. Waking up felt like arising on Christmas morning. Hugo was almost tempted to look out the windows to see if it had snowed during the night. It was cold enough.
    He was feeling pretty keyed up by what was coming, but it didn’t help with his inner tension that Madeleine had refused sex the night before, stating