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I'm a 33 year old & Married to a consensual cheating husband, I've been a cuckquean off and on for 18 years & I love meeting other Cuckqueans.
One of my favorite adventures in being a cuckquean was also the most bittersweet.
Tara had all the potential to be a great cuckcake, younger, bitchy, sneaky, she could have easily become my ideal. My husband loved fucking her, chatting with her, she was kind and friendly to my face but desperately wanted me gone, and I knew it.
I remember the first time my husband fucked her after a date they had together. My husband is a pro with his hands, he made her cum for the first time in her life, and fucked her without protection. As my husband drove home she messaged me telling me how incredible the experience was, how much he came, I could sense her bitchiness through text, and the arousal of the cuckquean jealously swept over me.
The instant my husband walked through the door, he shoved his cock down my throat, he asked how she tasted. To my surprise, and unlike anything before, she actually tasted amazing and intoxicating. Truth be told, he couldn’t have pulled me off of him with a crowbar, I cleaned every inch of cock working towards his balls, which were still damp from her juices. He came in my mouth but the load was measly as she had just previously drained him. I pouted internally but a smirk made its way across my face.
Tara was unsure of what a cuckquean actually was, like many she assumed it was all my husband’s idea. She thought martial distress caused me to agree to such an arrangement in a ditch effort to keep my husband.
The following day she asked if their lovemaking had caused any issues when he had gotten home. I could almost see her shock when I told her about the blowjob that occurred immediately upon his arrival, she told me she felt confused but aroused at the idea. I think it opened her eyes to my position, and how I wanted him in her, as much as he wanted to be in her. My theory is the realization that I wasn’t a close minded prude really motivated her to show me as well as my husband that she was the alpha. I welcomed it, but I wasn’t going to fake clutch my pearls, or play a role for her. If she wanted to be alpha, she was going to have to be alpha.
She told me she wanted to fuck my husband in our marital bed while I stayed on the couch. This was incredibly exciting for me as i had never heard or been present for my husbands fuck sessions. I had never even officially met this girl so it was going to be a cuckquean test, I felt anxious but excited. She spent the week talking a strong game, telling me everything I could expect, from the stains she would leave, down to the screams and moans I could expect to hear. I’ll be honest, I was nervous..
The day of the event I cleaned the sheets to our bed, and made a spot on the couch with our guest bedding then sat outside with my husband waiting for her to arrive. Her personality matched my idea of her, she was younger, pretty, and bitchy. She would cut me off when I spoke and have her own inside conversations with my husband, she had a superior aura about her. My husband cut the conversation short and took her hand to lead her into our bedroom, I heard the door lock and my face went flush. For a moment I had doubts and felt that sting of jealousy, a million thoughts flew through my head as I strained to make out words/whimpers/moans to no avail. I started to doubt my desire, and even thought of how I could stop it if I wanted it to. And then I heard her moan “oh fuck” and i realized I had soaked through my thin pajama pants and the sheet.
Cuckquean mode activated.
I could barely make out moans and i casually rubbed myself while listening to her whimpers and moans and my husbands grunts. When she exited the room I could see from her face she anticipated a reaction from me, but i merely smirked as she shuffled her hair and clothes, the freshly fucked appearance wasnt’t going anywhere though. I’ll guess that she again underestimated my role, although I was rather submissive to her, it wasnt enough for her.
She stood by the door to leave and laughed “you aren’t going to cry are you?”
I smiled and told her it was hard to make out the noises “maybe be a little louder next time, we don’t have neighbors”
She didn’t like that response and narrowed her eyes at me. My husband spoke up and said “I’m walking her out to her car, I want you on your knees by the time i return”. Tara laughed and said “I don’t think your wife is on the level, she looks jealou-“. Before she could finish the word I was on my knees in front of them, my husband smirked and her draw dropped as he closed the front door behind them.
When he returned he warned me that he had came twice with her and I might not be able to make him finish, I admitted that I only cared about tasting them again. As he stood in our living room I gagged myself on his cock, I didn’t care that he was only semi-hard, I was lost in the moment. She texted him and asked if i was cleaning up the mess she made, and then demanded to see a photo. He had to stop me because I was impaling myself on his dick quicker than the phone could snap a photo.
This is where it went bad. To this day I am unsure of the reasoning, but the instant she received the photo, she stopped all contact for days. She eventually came back around and acted as if the event never occurred and distanced herself but would randomly send him photos of her spread out as if to tempt him. I hoped he would take the bait but he had moved on to another girl by then.
Until last week when he sent her a friend request on social media. I’m curious if the experience fueled her to become a leveled up cuckcake, I’m hoping so because I haven’t gotten the taste of her out of my head.
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Curiosity Killed the Wanna-Be Cucake
One of my favorite adventures in being a cuckquean was also the most bittersweet.
Tara had all the potential to be a great cuckcake, younger, bitchy, sneaky, she could have easily become my ideal. My husband loved fucking her, chatting with her, she was kind and friendly to my face but desperately wanted me gone, and I knew it.
I remember the first time my husband fucked her after a date they had together. My husband is a pro with his hands, he made her cum for the first time in her life, and fucked her without protection. As my husband drove home she messaged me telling me how incredible the experience was, how much he came, I could sense her bitchiness through text, and the arousal of the cuckquean jealously swept over me.
The instant my husband walked through the door, he shoved his cock down my throat, he asked how she tasted. To my surprise, and unlike anything before, she actually tasted amazing and intoxicating. Truth be told, he couldn’t have pulled me off of him with a crowbar, I cleaned every inch of cock working towards his balls, which were still damp from her juices. He came in my mouth but the load was measly as she had just previously drained him. I pouted internally but a smirk made its way across my face.
Tara was unsure of what a cuckquean actually was, like many she assumed it was all my husband’s idea. She thought martial distress caused me to agree to such an arrangement in a ditch effort to keep my husband.
The following day she asked if their lovemaking had caused any issues when he had gotten home. I could almost see her shock when I told her about the blowjob that occurred immediately upon his arrival, she told me she felt confused but aroused at the idea. I think it opened her eyes to my position, and how I wanted him in her, as much as he wanted to be in her. My theory is the realization that I wasn’t a close minded prude really motivated her to show me as well as my husband that she was the alpha. I welcomed it, but I wasn’t going to fake clutch my pearls, or play a role for her. If she wanted to be alpha, she was going to have to be alpha.
She told me she wanted to fuck my husband in our marital bed while I stayed on the couch. This was incredibly exciting for me as i had never heard or been present for my husbands fuck sessions. I had never even officially met this girl so it was going to be a cuckquean test, I felt anxious but excited. She spent the week talking a strong game, telling me everything I could expect, from the stains she would leave, down to the screams and moans I could expect to hear. I’ll be honest, I was nervous..
The day of the event I cleaned the sheets to our bed, and made a spot on the couch with our guest bedding then sat outside with my husband waiting for her to arrive. Her personality matched my idea of her, she was younger, pretty, and bitchy. She would cut me off when I spoke and have her own inside conversations with my husband, she had a superior aura about her. My husband cut the conversation short and took her hand to lead her into our bedroom, I heard the door lock and my face went flush. For a moment I had doubts and felt that sting of jealousy, a million thoughts flew through my head as I strained to make out words/whimpers/moans to no avail. I started to doubt my desire, and even thought of how I could stop it if I wanted it to. And then I heard her moan “oh fuck” and i realized I had soaked through my thin pajama pants and the sheet.
Cuckquean mode activated.
I could barely make out moans and i casually rubbed myself while listening to her whimpers and moans and my husbands grunts. When she exited the room I could see from her face she anticipated a reaction from me, but i merely smirked as she shuffled her hair and clothes, the freshly fucked appearance wasnt’t going anywhere though. I’ll guess that she again underestimated my role, although I was rather submissive to her, it wasnt enough for her.
She stood by the door to leave and laughed “you aren’t going to cry are you?”
I smiled and told her it was hard to make out the noises “maybe be a little louder next time, we don’t have neighbors”
She didn’t like that response and narrowed her eyes at me. My husband spoke up and said “I’m walking her out to her car, I want you on your knees by the time i return”. Tara laughed and said “I don’t think your wife is on the level, she looks jealou-“. Before she could finish the word I was on my knees in front of them, my husband smirked and her draw dropped as he closed the front door behind them.
When he returned he warned me that he had came twice with her and I might not be able to make him finish, I admitted that I only cared about tasting them again. As he stood in our living room I gagged myself on his cock, I didn’t care that he was only semi-hard, I was lost in the moment. She texted him and asked if i was cleaning up the mess she made, and then demanded to see a photo. He had to stop me because I was impaling myself on his dick quicker than the phone could snap a photo.
This is where it went bad. To this day I am unsure of the reasoning, but the instant she received the photo, she stopped all contact for days. She eventually came back around and acted as if the event never occurred and distanced herself but would randomly send him photos of her spread out as if to tempt him. I hoped he would take the bait but he had moved on to another girl by then.
Until last week when he sent her a friend request on social media. I’m curious if the experience fueled her to become a leveled up cuckcake, I’m hoping so because I haven’t gotten the taste of her out of my head.