Dominated for the Weekend (Rough Interracial BDSM Cuckolding Erotica‪)‬

Danielle's lived most of her adult life as a submissive, and though happily married she yearns for something more, something darker and rougher. Her husband isn't a willing Dom, but when she explains what it is she really wants out of their sex life, he comes across an idea that changes everything.

When she comes home to find the next door neighbor's grown and sexy college student in their kitchen, collar in hand and ordering her upstairs to clean up for him, Danielle finds herself oddly nervous, but willing to go along for the ride. As she succumbs to Sean's will, she finds that she's not the only one craving the interaction, and watches as her husband watches her with a hard-bodied black alpha male.

Dani's going to be dominated for the weekend, but there's only one rule: her pussy's off-limits.

Warning: This 15,000 word story is for adults only and contains a dominant, black alpha male, a submissive white wife, rough blowjobs, rimming, a jeweled butt plug, interracial sex, dirty talk and a very willing, very turned on cuckold that can't believe his eyes as his wife enjoys a black man more than she enjoys him!

Excerpt:

“Do you want a blowjob?” I asked.

I played coy, looking up at him with big brown eyes as I fingered his cock through layers of fabric.

“Yeah,” he said.

I watched the corner of his mouth twitch as he admitted it. I'd gotten him as worked up as he'd gotten me.

“What if I don't want to?”

“Then I'm gonna be upset,” John said. “And I don't want to be upset.”

“Well, how about this one time, you make me do it?”

A few tense seconds passed as the shower's white noise seemed to get louder behind us. The hand holding the camera fumbled as my husband tried to think of what to do.

“You know I'm not really...”

“John,” I said, “For once, please. Treat me like I'm one of those barely legal girls in porn. I'm your wife, and I want this. Please, make me, Sir.”

My husband groaned, deep in his throat. He swallowed hard and loosened his tie, his free hand uneasy.

Meanwhile, I plucked the lower buttons on his dress shirt, pulling it up out of his pants. I heard the camera clatter on the counter as his other hand came up and over my hip.

John trailed across my body, his fingertips pressing into my wet skin. I shivered as I worked his belt loose, the jingling sound bouncing off of the walls and out the open door.