This anthology features the first five erotic stories from the celebrated series, The One Less Traveled, a steamy collection of books involving a gorgeous hotwife, a dominant black man, and a reluctant husband who evolves into an eager cuckold.

Nick and Nicole are the quintessential married-with-children suburban couple. Nicole seeks a boyfriend. Nick wants a happy wife. When they search for excitement outside their marriage and connect with a rich, handsome black stranger who desires control, a tempestuous erotic ride through the rapids of a carnal cuckold relationship ensues.

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“Will you zip me up again?”

A simple question, an even easier task, but the act of zipping her dress felt like more…as if it were a physical seal of approval from me. She turned so I could re-zip up her dress, but met my eyes over her shoulder. Her dress felt light in my hands, the expensive material slightly stretchy, and the zipper moved upwards with barely a sound. When it reached the top, she gave me a nod that carried the full weight of our agreement, and I watched as she walked out of the room.

She carried my heart with her.

The room spun, and I felt light-headed. After making a mental note to breathe, I fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

My wife was with another man. She had my approval. Surreal. I reminded myself that whatever happened tonight, Nicole loved me and we’d have a future together.

Despite my fatigue and overindulgence, I couldn’t sleep. After using the bathroom, I started back to my room when curiosity surged through me. I stood in the hallway, uncertain what I should do next.

Back and forth I wavered, wearing only my boxers and a t-shirt, until finally I decided to check Collin and Nicole. It had only been a few minutes…well, maybe more than a few, but if I was this conflicted, I reasoned that I would convince her to wait a bit longer. I needed more time…time to get comfortable with her being with Collin, and time to sort out my own feelings.

One deep breath, then another, and I felt myself start to move. My bare feet made no noise on the thick carpet, but my heartbeat thumped in my chest, and I imagined that I could hear it echoing in the hallway. One foot in front of the other, Nick, I thought and continued down the hallway.

Just before walking into the living room, I peeked around the corner. I didn’t want to barge in on them for…a variety of reasons.

What I saw shocked me to my core.

Collin and Nicole were at the windows, with the drapes open, but they weren’t talking. They were making sounds, but soft moans and low groans had replaced spoken words. She was almost entirely naked, on her knees in front of him, wearing only her thigh-high stockings. In the dim light of the San Antonio skyline, I watched as she cradled his shaft in her hands. Slowly stroking it with loving precision. Her hands barely fit around it. I could scarcely believe his size. It was long enough for her to use both hands and still have room on both ends, and unbelievably thick, with a bulbous mushroom shaped head. A distant part of my brain registered that he’d been circumcised, and it made the head of it look even bigger…

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“I thought you got lost out there. I was going to send a search party and maybe call 911,” I said sarcastically.

Irritation flashed in her eyes. “What did you think was going to happen? Besides, you don’t like to dance, and I do.” She grabbed her drink, and finished it in two swallows. I poured her another drink, although I didn’t add as much whiskey this time. I wanted her relaxed and happy, not drunk and pissed.

“You’re right, honey. Please don’t be mad. You stayed out there a little longer than I anticipated, and I felt neglected. I’m sorry.” I handed her the drink, and took her hand. “I want us to have fun tonight, so feel free to dance your ass off.”

She took a sip of her drink, then leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. “Are you sure? Because I don’t want to upset you.” She paused and met my eyes. “So you’re sure you’ll be okay if I dance a lot with other men?”

“Absolutely.” I put on my most reassuring smile, and made the decision to open up and confide in her. “Actually, watching you dance with him turned me on. You looked hot, and he was clearly into you.”

“Good.” A playful smile curved her lips. “He was nice, but not really my type. So,” she added, and cocked her head at me. “It turns you on to watch me, huh?”

“Well…”

Just as she finished her question, her eyes rose from my face to something behind me, and a strong, deep baritone voice sounded over my shoulder.

“I apologize for interrupting, but you are absolutely gorgeous. May I join you two?”

The voice came around from behind me, and I got a chance to see the speaker, a well-dressed black man with sharp, expressive eyes and an easy smile. I stood as he moved around the table, and I realized that he towered over me by at least six to eight inches. Nicole stood, too, and smiled widely at him.

“Hi. My name is Collin,” he said, and took her hand. “I noticed you on the dance floor, and I had to come over and meet you. You are an amazing dancer.”

“Thank you.” My wife beamed up at him, and made no effort to take her hand back. “I’m Nicole. We don’t get out as often as we used to, and I really miss dancing.” She paused, and then motioned at me. “Sorry, this is my husband, Nick.”

He finally broke eye contact with her as she finished and mentioned my name.

“Nick,” he said, repeating my name as though he wanted to remember it. “Nice to meet you. You’re a lucky man.”

“Nice to meet you, too…and yes, I’m the lucky husband. Thanks for coming up and introducing yourself.”

I wanted to be gracious, and at first glance, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. I figured it must take courage to approach a couple in a swingers club.

Nicole was devouring him with her eyes, so I motioned to the empty chair. “Why don’t you join us?”

His smile widened, and he nodded his thanks before all of us sat down. We were at a small round table that had three chairs, so we were able to carry on a conversation despite the music.

When the next song came on, he motioned at the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”

“Yes.” Her reply was out of her mouth almost before he stopped speaking.

“Do you mind, Nick?” he asked, turning to me.

“That’s fine,” I surrendered with a forced grin. “You two kids have fun.”

My wife’s reaction surprised me. She’d always said that she didn’t find black men attractive, but she looked at Collin like a starving person at a buffet. I didn’t know if her taste in men had changed, or if she’d kept her taste for black men a secret during our marriage. Either way, my heart started racing as they walked away.