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I love these rainy afternoons, lounging about with my husband and his ex girlfriend. Her soft kisses on my lips along with his breath in my ear, their bodies pressed tight to both sides of me. She kisses me amorously before my husband leans in and joins his lips and tongue to ours. i pull back and let them continue. There is nothing hotter than seeing your husband locking mouths with another woman, especially someone he still loves and who loves him. They kiss softly in front of me, gently at first, but I can feel the heat between our bodies building and I can feel my husband’s cock springing to life against my hip. I hope this rain continues on into the evening.
Moments like this, when my husband is quiet, running his palm over an oiled up cuckcake, these are the moments we remember. How smooth her skin was, how brown and tight her nipples are, how hard they are beneath his thumb. The aroma of coconut oil. How quiet the room is apart from her moans of contentment and my husbands controlled breathing.His fingers trail through her wet slit and continue underneath to her slickly greased asshole. His middle finger pops into her ass star easily right up the knuckle. She arches her back, and thrusts against his hand brazenly, ‘oh fuccck, daddy, are you gonna fuck my little asshole’ she challenges him, out of the blue. I squeeze my husband’s ass in excitement. ‘yeah daddy, what are you gonna do?’ I grin against my husband’s back, running my teeth and tongue over his shoulder. He twists his head and pulls me into a kiss before pulling away and pinning our babygirl cuckcake’s legs back almost parallel with her ears. shhh babygirl, daddy is going to fill your ass just like you want, daddy is going to do whatever you ask him to hunni, he drops his weight onto her fully kissing and swallowing her moans. His rigid cock swiftly squeezes into her ass Fucking hell I cannot even stand how hot this little cuckcake is.
The only way I could stand being a housekeeper in that hotel was by wearing the sexy stockings and lingerie my husband would buy me as a treat. Knowing I looked sexy as hell underneath my ugly housekeeping outfit kept me sane in those early days of marriage and being more broke than I wanted to be. However I’ll always remember that job because it introduced us to our first cuckcake. She was a complete slut, she burst into our lives with a fury telling me she was going to fuck my husband whether I liked it or not. She wanted him so badly and I could see she was wearing him down with her teasing and suggestive comments. I knew the moment she got him alone she’s have him between her legs somehow. She was fantasticly deviant and that’s what attracted me to her as well. I figured fuck, I want her too. Why not share her? I discussed the plan with my husband who was fully supportive, needless to say. We fucked like crazy that night, imagining our first cuckcake between us whispering to each other how we’re going to use her and all the things we’d like to see her do. The very next day, I took her home from work with me, with the promise of a meal and a few bottles of red wine. She loved hanging out with us and eagerly accepted, surely hoping she’d get her chance to fuck my husband while my back was turned.After the first bottle of red wine, we all relaxed and I told her what a cuckcake was and my husband pulled out his cock and placed it at her lips, hardly giving her a chance to speak. She went straight to work on him, sucking him tenderly. My heart pounded in my chest seeing my husband’s cock sliding between someone else’s lips. But my nipples were rock hard and my pussy was pulsing like I had never felt before.He pulled her underwear down slowly and I watched this cuckcake lie back on the small kitchen table and willingly offer my husband her wet open pussy, all I could do was sit and watch them fuck, he pushed her dress up roughly and plunged his cock into her fumblingly, as if he hesitated this cuckcake would disappear from under him. He fucked her so hard she began to slide up the table right into my arms. I cradled her head and braced her against me for him. Kissing her wildly and pinching her nipples excitedly. She sucks the tip of my tongue and her tits jiggle underneath my fingers with the force of my husband’s thrusts. Cuckcake reaches out and pushes her finger into my sloppy wet cunt and I cum immediately. My husband sees me bucking my hips with cuckcake’s hand buried underneath my skirt and he loses it with a roar, he pulls his throbbing dick out of her and shoots his cum all over the outside of her pussy and thighs. She lies there panting for a bit before rolling off the table with a moan of pleasure and excusing herself. My husband and I both look at each other in awe and begin to giggle. He comes over and kisses me slowly and lovingly. Holy shit that was the hottest thing I have ever done, he whispers pantingly. It’s the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen I laugh and bite my lip as my pussy twangs again at the memory of the man I adore pleasuring someone else right in front of me. I go and check the dinner while my husband opens another bottle of wine. Do you fancy a bath before dinner? he smiles wickedly.
I smile knowing my loving husband has just slipped a finger deep into the pussy of this sexy stranger, this brand new cuckcake. We’re at a famous festival, in one of the dance tents, tucked away in a dark corner. I marked her with my paint almost immediately. Over some strong rum based drinks and some molly we flirted and got to know each other a little. The attraction between she and my husband was tangible but she was being super respectful, knowing that I was married to him. After she heard my husband playfully refer to me as his cuckquean, she questioned me about it excitedly. I told her casually that I was into girls and most especially seeing my husband with other women and/or sharing them with me. She clinked her glass to mine with a dazzling smile and led me by the hand, grabbing my husband along the way and pulling us back into this dark corner. Let’s make her watch us kiss she declared. My husband looked at me bewildered for a fraction of a second before guessing this was all my doing. He shrugged and kissed her deeply, his hands began exploring her body lingeringly. He keeps his eyes on me as he kisses her. I step forward and join in the kiss, my tongue roams from his rough face to her soft lips and inside her mouth, we suck each other’s tongues and lips and faces hungrily for who knows how long, the molly was melting time all around us. The beat of the music pulsed through our bodies as we realised what needed to happen. We sit down on the grass against the tent wall, the crowd fills into our empty spaces and we are hardly noticeable here in the corner. My husband pulls cuckcake over to straddle his lap, lifting her maxi dress up and pulling her tiny G-string out of the way, his fingers start rubbing her gently and I lean up against him whispering in his ear. He fingers her, as hard or as soft as I command. It ends being a pretty rough finger fuck; my eyes wander away from them distractedly. I notice someone watching us from another dark spot. A guy, there, in the shadows, rubbing his crotch purposefully as he stares at our intimate trio. My interest in her is immediately renewed. I catch his eye as I lift cuckcake’s dress enough for him to see my husband’s cock slamming into her pussy as they make out. The strange guy grabs his dick tightly through his pants, shifting uncomfortably. I rise up and drift over to him, I face the tent wall and stand shoulder to shoulder with him as he faces outwards, watching them fucking. I slide my hand down the front of his pants as I tell him the story of our night so far. I tell him that’s my husband over there fucking that young florescent painted hottie as stroke his cock dreamily, he pushes his dick eagerly into my curled fingers. The stranger reciprocates and his fingers travel past my short skirt and into my damp panties without hesitation. I gasp in shock as he slams three fingers hard into my clenched pussy. I’ll tell you a secret he whispers angrily into my ear as he slams the heel of his palm into my clit. That fluorescent hottie as you call her? That’s my wife! Your husband is fucking her silly, and I’m only allowed to stand here and watch her he sighs. My pussy quivers. You can forget all about that silly cuckcake bitch for now I growl as I pull him into angry wet nasty tongue probing kiss as the music rages on in the background.
My husband’s favourite view, this cuckcake definitely knows what she is doing. I noticed her nails and her nose piercing in the bar while my husband and I were out celebrating an anniversary in the resort. It was a steamy kind of night, the heat kept coming, wave after wave. She was supercute, smart, tattooed, tipsy and very friendly. She was travelling with her family and it was easy for me to get her to stay and eat and drink with us all night. We sampled a few cocktails together and I encouraged her to go sit on my husband’s lap to show him her tattoos while we ordered one last nightcap. As she sat on his lap, she unbuttoned her jeans and leaned forward to let him study her back which was covered in black and white illustrations, from the top of her neck to her lower back and from shoulder to shoulder, my husband traced his finger along her shoulder blades fascinated by her body art. I actually had to excuse myself and run up to our room for a quick orgasm, just to release the tension that had been building all night as we flirted and touched off each other accidentally and on purpose. I flung myself on the bed and started thinking of my husband’s playfulness with her, the way he was making her quiver right now as his fingers gently and firmly touch her back, the way she couldn’t take her eyes off him all night and when I imagined what they could be doing while I was away I came so hard that I squirted just a little on the tiles. I hurried back, the bar lights were being switched off. The bartender closed the door behind me with a smile and a wink. I made my way back to the dark corner where I had left her with my husband, she was squirming eagerly on his lap as he kissed her full force on the mouth, and he was looking straight at me as I approached. His hands were all over her, one gripping and squeezing her ass and the other cupping and pinching her perfect tit through her shirt. She panted against his face and her cheeks were flushed. He pulled away from her as I sat down next to them with a smile; I leaned forward and picked up my drink, flicking my tongue over the tip of the straw slowly. My husband guided her off his lap gently and stood up with a little stretch, his raging dick stood out from his pants conspicuously. He rubbed his cock casually as he mentioned paying off the bartender or some such as he walked away with a swagger. She sat there, a little dazed and grabbed the closest drink avoiding my look. Its okay, I said, he can kiss who he wants. She slowly looked me in the eye and grinned, still panting a little,wow, that’s cool because he’s an ammaaazing kisser. I know I nodded. She squirmed on the cushioned seat and gave a barely audible groan as she moved. She threw her head back and tipped the last of her French 75 cocktail straight back her throat soundlessly and turned to look at me a little drunkenly. You’re so pretty she murmurs sliding closer to me on the seat. And you’re fucking gorgeous I whisper as our mouths collide, her tongue is chilled from the ice for a faint second before the heat of my tongue surrounds it. She is so sweet and delicious, I can taste the champagne from the cocktail and tobacco from my husband on her tongue and the remainder of her lip gloss on her lips. We attack each other’s bodies passionately, furiously pulling off our own clothes smashing our naked bodies together. The heat has left a sheen of sweat all over her sun kissed skin. We slink over each other’s bodies without friction pressing our nipples against each other and sliding up and down on each other’s thighs. We don’t even notice my husband returning. He sits down and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. I finally sense his presence and turn my head to look at him. My fingers on one hand are tangled in her dark cropped hair and my other hand is pushing in and out between her legs, pushing into her smooth shaved pussy, her hands mirrored mine, her fingers were exploring my pussy more gently than I was hers and I undulated my body onto her hand slowly. My husband was a little hypnotised, when he felt my look he grinned at me and stood up, sliding a table out of the way hurriedly making it screech across the polished stone floor. Do you wanna be my cuckcake? He growls at her as he strokes her head and begins to kneel on the floor in front of her. I continue kissing her gently along the side of her face and neck, running my tongue along her throat as she swallows slowly….
To Be Continued?
Bijou Quaintrelle 