The Cheating. BBC Cuckold story. Chapter III - Sex Stories

The Cheating. BBC Cuckold story. Chapter III

... could be calling at this hour? The answer flashed on her smartphone screen. It was her husband.

"Oh my God...!" Alina was really scared, she even looked over the window, as if she expected her soul mate to be standing there, watching through the window. But there was nothing outside the window... except the pouring rain.

"Yes?" the beauty quickly pressed the green answer button.

"Baby, hi! We're coming back, it started raining and Vitya and I couldn't even put up the tent..." Kirill spoke fast and slurred, he had obviously had a lot to drink.

"Yes, okay..." the blonde replied. She sounded very sad.

"Are we disturbing you?" Alina heard her husband's cheerful voice. The blonde immediately corrected herself:

"Me and the girls were just dancing and you interrupted us..."

"Okay, sorry! Listen, Nastya's neighbor gave us a ride, so we're on our way. Just a heads-up in case you guys are dancing naked in there!"

"Yeah, in your fantasies!" Alina replied with a trembling voice. "We are waiting for you."

She hung up the phone, her hands trembling. What was she going to do? What if her husband saw her? Luckily for Alina, her best friend Lisa had the talent to keep a cool head even in the most nervous moments. She also had a phone, and while Alina talked to her husband, Lisa read messages from her husband.

"They're going home," Lisa said and then repeated to Irene, Sonya and Nastya: "Ladies, the boys are coming back."

"Why?" Irene replied. "We have real ...

... men!"

Nastya laughed. Sonya, though she got the joke, was in no mood to be amused. She clung to Simon, his hand resting on her butt, stroking her young skin.

"What should I do?" Alina looked pleadingly at Lisa. She glanced at Nastya and said with enviable composure.

"Gather around. Girls, let's get dressed, turn off the porn, please. Turn the music back on, put the extra dishes in the dishwasher..."

"What do we do with our handsome men?" Nastya nodded at the black men who were watching the girls' anxiety with obvious interest.

"Well, you promised they'd spend the night at the guesthouse, didn't you? So take them out. And put their car in the garage."

Nastya nodded, and Irene went over to Sonya, who had already gathered her clothes from the floor, and took the sister under her arms and led her upstairs. Alina rushed to clean the kitchen, but Lisa said she would clean it herself, and Alina should change her seductive outfit for something more modest. The blonde's best friend had already managed to get dressed and was now explaining to the male guests what was going on. Alina didn't understand the language, but for some reason she hoped Lisa wouldn't tell the men that their husbands were coming. The married beauty was filled with shame and did not know how to speak to the Africans in the future.

"What are you talking about? Your husband is coming, forget the Africans!" A sensible thought went through Alina's head, but the girl was too busy changing her clothes. ...