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  Futa Honeymoon Cuckold Collection

  (Three Stories from The World of Futas Universe)

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  Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa Honeymoon Cuckold Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Honeymoon Cuckold Collection”

  More Hot Futa Stories

  Hot Bride Seduction

  Hot Bride Seduction

  New Bride's Black Futa Lover

  New Bride's Black Futa Lover

  Hot Bride's Futa Menage

  Hot Bride's Futa Menage

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Honeymoon Cuckold Collection”

  “Marriage holds such interesting new experiences,” Yolonda said. “New ways to enjoy life.” Her hand stroked a little higher.

  I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from my thigh. “I think I know just how I want to enjoy life.”

  “Are you sure?”

  A shiver ran through me. She was so confident. Then, to my shock, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I'm going to fuck your married cunt in the bathroom before we reach Hawaii.”

  I stared wide-eyed as she leaned back in her seat and handed my futa-wife's empty glass to the stewardess and was given a full one. Yolonda reached over me and handed Natalie the full glass of champagne. I looked at my obvious futa-wife as she took another deep gulp of the champagne.

  “Slow down, honey,” I whispered.

  “Don't be that kind of wife,” Yolonda said, her hand back on my thigh. “Let Natalie have her fun.”

  “Yeah,” Natalie said. “It's our honeymoon. Relax.” My futa-wife put her arm back around my shoulders. Didn't she noticed Yolonda's hand stroking my thigh.

  No, she kept staring out the window.

  “Natalie,” I said, my body shuddering. I had to stop this. I couldn't let this futa keep touching me.

  I reached down to grab Yolonda's hand. I touched her wrist. I just had to move her hand. But Yolonda's eyes caught mine. They burned with such intensity. Her dominating personality spilled over me. She licked her lips.

  “Natalie, how were you lucky enough to capture this gorgeous woman?” Yolonda asked.

  “Hmm?” Natalie said. She had finished her second glass of champagne. Her cheeks were flushed, contrasting with her black hair spilling down her neck. She turned and blinked at Yolonda's hand on my thigh.

  “Abigail is just gorgeous. How did you manage to keep her?” Yolonda asked. “Are you that gifted in the bedroom?”

  “Yolonda,” I blushed. “That's really not that important.”

  “So she's not gifted,” the Black futa grinned.

  “I keep Abigail happy.” Natalie stared at the hand on my thigh. “You shouldn't be doing that.”

  “Doing what?” Yolonda asked. Then she looked at me. “Does she keep you happy in the bedroom.”

  “Yes,” I admitted. I couldn't believe how bold Yolonda was. The plane's engines roared as it prepared for takeoff. Her hand slid higher. My futa-wife watched but didn't say anything. Why wouldn't she say anything? “Natalie keeps me very happy.”

  I grabbed Yolonda's hand and pulled it away. Or, I should say, she let me move her hand. I could see it in her eyes. Natalie pulled me to her. Her hand tightened on my shoulder. Possessive. She frowned across me at Yolonda.

  The plane rushed forward down the runway. My heart hammered in my chest. Yolonda stared at me and gave me a wink. Then her hand returned to my thigh as the plane leaped into the air. My stomach sank as the plane rose while my pussy grew wetter and wetter. The champagne buzzed through me. That did not help.

  “Yolonda,” my futa-wife said as the plane leveled off. “You shouldn't have your hand there.”

  “Where?”

  “On my wife thigh's.”

  “I don't think she minds.”

  “I mind.” My futa-wife's voice cracked. She swallowed.

  “Well, it's really up to your wife,” Yolonda said and squeezed.

  Please,” I said. “You can't... I'm married.”

  “Yes, you are,” she purred. Yolonda took her hand away. “More champagne?”

  My futa-wife gaped. “I...well...”

  The flight attendant came by with another two flutes of champagne. Yolonda was still on her first. I don't even think she drank any of hers. I took my new one. My futa-wife drained hers in a single gulp. Her body shook. She tightened her grip on my shoulder. I stared at mine. My stomach twisted. I shouldn't drink any more.

  “Drink it,” Yolonda said. Her voice was firm. Commanding.

  I stared into her eyes again, then I glanced at my futa-wife. She looked down at her lap. She squirmed. I took a deep breath. This had to end. Yolonda needed to understand I was married, and she couldn't grope my thigh and try to seduce me.

  I opened my mouth to unleash my tirade.

  Her eyes silenced me. “Drink it.”

  I swallowed and blushed. Why was I so weak? Her words were so strong. And my futa-wife didn't say anything. Yolonda's hand went back to my thigh. She squeezed it and slid up. The heat of her touch rushed through me as her fingers brushed the top of my jean skirt.

  I gulped my champagne. Well, it started out as a sip, but I drank more and more of it. The liquid flowed down my mouth to warm my stomach. The heat spread through me and reached my pussy. The flames grew hotter. My heart thudded.

  “See, it's delicious,” Yolonda said and slid her hand up higher.

  “Natalie,” I groaned. She had to stop this. I couldn't. My head buzzed. It made it so much easier to just let Yolonda's warm hand stroke me.

  My futa-wife just stared at her lap. She didn't even say anything when more champagne arrived. But only for my futa-wife. She downed it in another gulp. Her eyes closed and she pressed her cheek against the window.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

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  Futa Honeymoon Cuckold 1

  (A Story from The World of Futas Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Hot Bride Seduction

  Abigail Glassier
r />   “I'm so excited,” I gushed to my brand-new futa-wife as we stepped into the airplane that would fly us out to Hawaii for our honeymoon. I still floated. We were married the afternoon. Married. I couldn't stop saying it. We were Mrs. and Mrs. Natalie Glassier. I know it was old-fashioned to think of it like that. I should be a modern woman and not even take my futa-wife's last name.

  But I didn't care. It was a symbol of our new life together. I was Natalie's new bride. We were young, just graduated from college, and we had our whole lives together. Kids, a house in the suburbs, growing old together. She was my soul mate. My partner. My best friend.

  I could tell her anything.

  “Me, too,” Natalie smiled as she walked in her loose sundress, her small breasts still gave her a pretty cute amount of cleavage. But my eyes drifted down to her skirt. Tucked into her panties was her cock. My futa-wife's cock.

  When we made love when we reached Hawaii, we would do it as futa and wife.

  Impulsively, I gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. My veil slipped off. I was still wearing it. I had changed out of my gorgeous wedding dress, like Natalie had changed out of her black dress, but I kept the veil perched on my light-blonde hair. I wore a knee-length jean skirt and a halter top that showed off my rather generous breasts.

  Natalie loved me in the outfit. It left my gorgeous legs free for her hands to play with and she could ogle my generous assets on the entire plane ride to Hawaii. The turbulence would surely make my big tits bounce.

  My nipples hardened. I wasn't wearing a bra and they poked at the thin, pink material.

  “Newlyweds?” the flight attendant asked, a big smile on her face. “How lovely.”

  “Thanks,” I giggled, holding up my left hand with my engagement ring and wedding band fused together.

  “Well, I hope you enjoy your flight and time in Hawaii,” she said. “Alaskan Air is happy to be a part of your special time.”

  I nodded as Natalie took my hand and led us down the narrow aisle. I clutched my large purse while she held a satchel before her. We maneuvered towards the back of the plane. Natalie counted seat numbers. We kept going back and back.

  “Honey, how far back are we sitting?”

  “I think the last row,” Natalie answered. “Yep.”

  “Cozy,” I giggled. “I hope the third seat's not occupied.”

  Natalie smiled. She stowed her satchel then took my purse and added it up there. She slipped in first. My futa-wife loved having the window seat. She enjoyed gazing out at the ground, though I imagine most of the flight would be boring staring down at the pacific ocean. I took the middle seat and let out a giggle.

  “We're married.” I just couldn't help saying that. The ceremony had been magical, the reception fun. I was still a little buzzed on champagne, though the taxi ride to the airport had helped to sober me.”

  “Yes, we are,” Natalie said. She took my hand and squeezed it. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

  I sighed into the kiss. I let my tongue flick out and caress her mouth.

  “Newlyweds,” a new voice purred.

  I broke the kiss and my eyes widened. A gorgeous, Black futa in a tight dress stood in the aisle staring down at us. She had ebony skin, her sultry face framed by a weave of lustrous, dark hair that fell to her bare shoulders. Her large breasts strained her tight, leopard-print dress, and I blushed at the rather pronounced bulge tenting the front of her skirt.

  I guess it was true what they said about Black futas.

  “Yes, we are,” Natalie said. She extended her arm over mine. “Natalie.”

  “Yolonda,” the Black futa purred. Her dark eyes stared down at me. I could feel them peering down my low-cut top, enjoying my large breasts on displayed. My nipples somehow felt even harder. “Well, this is a treat. You have a gorgeous wife.”

  “Thanks. She's Abigail.” Natalie put her arm around my shoulders. It was a possessive grip. Was she a little intimidated by a the gorgeous, Black futa standing before me? My eyes flicked down to that pronounced bulge. Yolonda was hard.

  Did I make her hard?

  I shifted my hips and recrossed my legs. Yolonda noticed. My jean skirt had ridden up, showing off lengths of my snowy thighs. I bit my lip as a hot itch formed between my thighs. Damn, she was just too sexy.

  “Yes, this will be a fun flight,” promised Yolonda as she took her seat beside me. I caught a whiff of her exciting perfume. Spicy and strong, a dominating scent, the kind I liked a futa to wear. “So, you're on your honeymoon?”

  “Yes,” I beamed. I turned and gave my futa-wife a kiss. Yolonda's eyes were a little too speculative. She needed to know I was firmly taken. I didn't need to be hit on in front of my new futa-wife.

  “Well, Natalie, you are a lucky futa. Congratulations for such a gorgeous wife.” Yolonda looked me up and down. “She's sexy.”

  “Thanks,” Natalie said.

  My cheeks blushed. This wasn't very appropriate. I took a deep breath, my large breasts straining the front of my top. I straightened my back. Why was I doing that? It put my tits more on display. Yolonda noticed.

  “Yes, yes, I'd keep an eye on her. You leave her alone with the wrong person, and you never know what might happen.”

  Natalie laughed. “What are you saying? My wife would cheat on me?”

  “You never know,” smiled Yolonda. “Sometimes a woman needs variety in her life. They like to try something different.”

  “Not my Abigail.”

  “That's right,” I nodded. I couldn't help my eyes flicking down to the bulge in her dress. I lifted my eyes. Nope. Stop that.

  “That's good. Having a wife you can trust to not hurt you is important.” Yolonda raised her hand at an approaching stewardess. “We need champagne to celebrate your marriage.”

  “Oh, that's okay,” I said.

  “Nonsense,” Yolonda overrode. “It's my treat.”

  “We shouldn't be rude,” Natalie whispered. “It'll make the flight go faster. Help us sleep so we're rested for the wedding night.”

  I blushed.

  “That's right. You want to be well rested. You're going to experience such sweet delights.” Yolonda looked at me. Her eyes were so bold. “Lots of new experiences for the both of you.”

  My cheeks burned. Why did we have to sit next to her. I had always been curious about a Black futa, but I never dated one. I met Natalie our Freshman year of college. We dated the whole time. I never even thought of cheating on her.

  And now that we're married, I'm panting after the first gorgeous futa I meet? What is wrong with me? I brushed my wedding ring, caressing the diamond. I made a promise. I squeezed my thighs tight against the itch.

  The champagne arrived as the plane taxied from the terminal. Yolonda held her fluted glass. “To new beginnings and new experiences,” she said. “Don't fight them. Embrace them. You might be surprised what you really enjoy.”

  Her eyes lingered on me as I brought the glass to my lips. Natalie drank hers down in a few gulps while I sipped at mine. The bubbly liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed it, and my stomach warmed and some of my nervousness vanished. I took another sip.

  “Good?” Yolonda asked Natalie.

  “Yeah,” my futa-wife smiled.

  “Let's get you another.”

  “Thanks. You're great, Yolonda.” Then my futa-wife turned to the window to stare out it.

  “I know.” Yolonda winked at me. “I'm sure your wife will find out just how great I am.”

  “Huh?” Natalie asked, still watching out the window.

  I gave the futa a look. How could she be so bold? I was sitting next to my new futa-wife. Yolonda's hand casually rested on my thigh. Her hand was warm, possessive, and shot a hot thrill up my pussy. My eyes widened. I glanced at my futa-wife, but she stared out the window.

  “Marriage holds such interesting new experiences,” Yolonda said. “New ways to enjoy life.” Her hand stroked a little higher.

  I grabbed her wrist and pul
led her hand from my thigh. “I think I know just how I want to enjoy life.”

  “Are you sure?”

  A shiver ran through me. She was so confident. Then, to my shock, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I'm going to fuck your married cunt in the bathroom before we reach Hawaii.”

  I stared wide-eyed as she leaned back in her seat and handed my futa-wife's empty glass to the stewardess and was given a full one. Yolonda reached over me and handed Natalie the full glass of champagne. I looked at my obvious futa-wife as she took another deep gulp of the champagne.

  “Slow down, honey,” I whispered.

  “Don't be that kind of wife,” Yolonda said, her hand back on my thigh. “Let Natalie have her fun.”

  “Yeah,” Natalie said. “It's our honeymoon. Relax.” My futa-wife put her arm back around my shoulders. Didn't she noticed Yolonda's hand stroking my thigh.

  No, she kept staring out the window.

  “Natalie,” I said, my body shuddering. I had to stop this. I couldn't let this futa keep touching me.

  I reached down to grab Yolonda's hand. I touched her wrist. I just had to move her hand. But Yolonda's eyes caught mine. They burned with such intensity. Her dominating personality spilled over me. She licked her lips.

  “Natalie, how were you lucky enough to capture this gorgeous woman?” Yolonda asked.

  “Hmm?” Natalie said. She had finished her second glass of champagne. Her cheeks were flushed, contrasting with her black hair spilling down her neck. She turned and blinked at Yolonda's hand on my thigh.

  “Abigail is just gorgeous. How did you manage to keep her?” Yolonda asked. “Are you that gifted in the bedroom?”

  “Yolonda,” I blushed. “That's really not that important.”

  “So she's not gifted,” the Black futa grinned.

  “I keep Abigail happy.” Natalie stared at the hand on my thigh. “You shouldn't be doing that.”

  “Doing what?” Yolonda asked. Then she looked at me. “Does she keep you happy in the bedroom.”

  “Yes,” I admitted. I couldn't believe how bold Yolonda was. The plane's engines roared as it prepared for takeoff. Her hand slid higher. My futa-wife watched but didn't say anything. Why wouldn't she say anything? “Natalie keeps me very happy.”