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As the sun crept down the horizon, an uneasy hush fell over the cuckoo’s nest. The sound of rustling leaves and chirping crickets was all that could be heard, except for the occasional murmurs coming from within the walls. Within one of these walls, there was a couple tangled up in each other, indulging in their deepest desires.

Angela was a hotwife—a woman who was married to a man but was allowed to have sexual relationships with other men with her husband’s consent. She was in her mid-twenties, with long black hair and shapely curves. Her husband had taken her interest in other men as a kink, and the couple had been indulging in this fantasy for over a year now.

That night, Angela was feeling particularly restless. Her husband had gone to bed early, leaving her alone with her thoughts and desires. She wanted to feel the rough touch of a stranger, to be lost to the pleasure that only a forbidden tryst could bring.

Thinking of this, she decided to leave her husband sleeping and sneak out to the cuckoo’s nest. It was a well-known spot where lovers and strangers came to indulge in their carnal desires. As Angela walked to the nest, her heart pounding with anticipation, she passed a few well-dressed men who gave her a lustful glance.

Finally, she reached the nest, and she hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was ready for this. But her desire overpowered her fears, and she stepped inside the dimly lit room.

Almost immediately, she was approached by a tall and muscular man who had a rugged, dangerous look to him. His eyes met hers, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Without saying a word, he took Angela by the hand and led her to one of the corners of the room.

There, he pinned her against the cold wall, and Angela thought if it was too late to back out. But the stranger’s hand went between her thighs, and she gasped at the touch she had been craving. As her body began to respond to his skilled touch, her thoughts became hazy, and she gave in to the pleasure that consumed her.

In no time, Angela was on her knees, her mouth full of the stranger’s hard length, sucking and licking it with abandon. She felt his hands twine in her hair, tugging at it roughly as he drove into her mouth with more force. She gagged a few times, but the stranger only seemed to become more aroused.

Suddenly, the man pulled away from her, and Angela was momentarily disoriented. But before she could react, she felt a hand on her waist, and she was spun around, her back pressed against the wall. The stranger was now behind her, his big hand squeezing her breast, while the other hand held her hip steady.

Angela was wet and trembling, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt before. Suddenly, she felt the stranger’s thick length press against her thighs, and she knew he was gonna enter her. Although she was terrified by the size and raw power of her lover, she couldn’t help but want him more.

As he pushed inside her, Angela cried out, a sound that echoed in the empty room. She could feel him filling her, spreading her wide, and she knew there would be no escaping this moment.

For what seemed like hours, the stranger pounded into her, but her tightness and the rawness of the encounter made him last longer than usual. Angela screamed as she came, and the stranger followed soon after, filling her with his spunk. They both fell to the ground, panting, and Angela realized that this was only the beginning of her forbidden desires. The cuckoo’s nest held many secrets, and she was more than willing to explore them all.
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