“Stolen Beauty, Stolen Life.” (Cuckquean, Trait Theft, Humiliation, Magic, Mind Control)

My sweet, beautiful girlfriend, Lacey, was crying uncontrollably when I answered the phone. After nearly four years of dating, I had never heard her so upset. I did my best to calm her down.

“She stole my beauty! I have a plain face and no boobs now. Oh my god, my nose is so ugly… nooohohohooo.” she cried.

“She said she was going to seduce you away from me using some kind of magical enchantment.” she continued. “She said she was going to make you fall in love with her. She said I’d catch you having wild sex with her when I came home. She said she’d become your new girlfriend and wife. She says it will all become permanent when you cum inside her. I’m in my car right now honey, but I don’t know if I’ll get home before her. Please no, don’t let it happen. Get out of there before it’s too late.”

It sounded like Lacey was having some kind of breakdown. I did my best to comfort her but it wasn’t working. She was convinced this redhead was going to steal me away from her in just a matter of minutes.

* ding dong *

“Oh no, honey, was that the doorbell?” Lacey asked in a panic. I told her not to worry… she just needed to hold on as I answered the door. It was the redhead. She was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t help but appreciate her pretty face, beautiful red hair, and hourglass curves. The tight dress made her look like a glamorous pin up model.

“You must be Brad.” the redhead said, as she introduced herself. She was looking me over and touching my hard body with her soft hands like I was some kind of object. “Oh wow, it looks like the rumors are true. You’re so tall & handsome. I love strong, athletic men like you who have lean muscle. And, look at that, you have a big dick. My favorite.”

She was crazy. And yet… I was kind of enjoying the way she was treating me. I couldn’t help but watch as she traced her deep cleavage and the rest of her curvy figure with her soft, slender hands. Her fingernails were painted red, just like her dress and high heels.

My phone was still in my hand. Even though it wasn’t anywhere near my ear, I could hear my girlfriend screaming, sobbing, and wailing in her now nasally voice.

“Yes, you’ll do. You’re going to be my man now. You want to be my boyfriend, don’t you?” the redhead calmly said to me. Her breath was warm and sweet. My big dick was rock hard. “Come here and kiss me. Go ahead, you can grab me by my slim waist and curvy hips. Feel my large breasts press into you as we kiss each other.”

I couldn’t resist. She was so pretty. Her voice was so sweet. Her hourglass curves were sexy as hell. Her pretty face, gorgeous red hair, and fantastic bust-to-waist ratio made her just my type.

As we passionately kissed each other and made our way toward the bedroom, she grabbed the phone from my hand, took a couple of pictures: one of herself in the mirror and another of her slender, soft hand on the outline of my hard dick pressing against my pants. She texted them to Lacey. “I’m sure she’ll enjoy this.” she said, pressing send, and carelessly tossing the phone to the floor.

When we got to the master bedroom, she gave me a show. She hypnotically flipped her hair back and forth as she seductively danced for me. She covered her big boobs with her hands. I wanted to see them so bad. She knew exactly how to turn me on. She knew how to control me.

My hands were all over her. Her hands were all over me. We were kissing, making out, and then before we knew it, she was lying on her back on our bed. Her legs were wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to her and not letting me go. Her big boobs pressed into my hard chest as I leaned down to kiss her. We kissed as I fucked her missionary style.

“Oh fuck yes, babe… uggghgnnn…. that’s it… that’s…. uuhnnn…. right… you’re my man. Tell me I’m going to be your girlfriend. Tell me you love me!!!” she screamed.

That’s when Lacey walked into the room, crying in a hysterical fit. “Nooooo, please no. You have to resist honey. She stole my beauty and now she’s stealing you away from me. It’s not supposed to be this way. We love each other. Honey? Brad…. snap out of it! Brad??! Brad?!! Please!!!”

“I…. love you!” I told the redhead, ignoring Lacey.

“Oh my god…. uuggggghngngnn…. I love you so much… you’re my girlfriend… curvy redheads are just my type now… I love women with pretty faces… you’re right, girls with plain faces and small breasts aren’t for me… they’re too boring… it doesn’t matter they’re nice and sweet… I love your gorgeous red hair, pretty face, and big tits… fuccccckkkkk!!!”

As I came inside the redhead, Lacey ran out of the room, crying even harder than before. The redhead was right. I was hers completely now.

“That’s right, Lacey is too plain for you. I’m going to make her wear plain t-shirts, strap down her pathetically small tits so she looks flat as a board, and forbid her from wearing makeup to make her realize she can’t compete with me.”

“She can’t admit it now, but this is going to turn her on so much. The more heartbreaking and humiliating it is for her, the harder she’ll cum. She’ll sleep in the guest bedroom from now on, where she’ll be able to hear us every night. Maybe we’ll let her join in the fun now & then if she agrees to worship my big tits or do other embarrassing things while you fuck me. See, I’m actually a nice girl! Aren’t you glad I’m your girlfriend?”

“Just Watch Me” (Cuckquean, Magic, Mind Control)

I had just proposed to my sweet, beautiful girlfriend on a romantic date in the market,

where we had gone on our first date in college four years ago. Lindsey was

crying with joy as she enthusiastically said yes. The surrounding crowd was genuinely touched and happy for us.

As I put the ring on my fiancée’s slender finger, a gorgeous redhead in a beautiful yellow dress walked out from the crowd towards us. She had a classic, elegant beauty to her. Her natural red hair was thick and lustrous, tied with a sexy black ribbon in the back. She was wearing a pearl necklace and pearl earrings. The yellow dress was showing a lot of cleavage, yet it also looked like something a 1950′s housewife would wear. Her pouty lips were covered in a deep red lipstick.

“You are such a cute couple.” the redhead told us. We chatted for about half an hour with her about our wonderful relationship. The redhead brought her hand to her heart and teared up when I told her just how much I loved Lindsey.

My fiancée was kind, intelligent, and affectionate. Not only that, she was so beautiful. She had a pretty face, beautiful blonde hair, and was quite fit. Her breasts looked so good in bikinis and tight dresses. The contrast between her boobs and her short, slim figure really did it for me. They weren’t quite as big as the redhead’s but they had always made an impression on me.

Anyway, we always knew we were meant for each other and would get married. That’s when the redhead threw us a curveball. “That is sooooo sweet, it’s such a shame that I’m going to steal you away from her.” she told me. I mean, the redhead was very attractive, but the idea of her stealing me away from Lindsey was ridiculous.

“Just watch me.” she said. “You see, I get to cast three spells every year. I have saved up enough powerful, dark magic to cast them all right now. When I saw you propose to your sweet girlfriend here, I just knew I had to have you for myself.”

“There’s something amazing about a tall, good looking man with lean muscle. A romantic, intelligent, loyal man who also just so happens to have a big dick… that’s just my kind of man! How do I know you have a huge dick? I could see the outline of it pressing against those pants of yours. I could tell that your big dick is long enough to be held by two hands, one in front of the other, with room to spare. Huge, thick, veiny dicks like yours impress me.”

The redhead was obviously crazy. Lindsey looked uncomfortable, so I figured it was time for us to leave. “Sorry, we have to go.” I said plainly.

“Oh, you don’t believe me?” she asked. “Well, how about I cast a spell right now.” As we continued to walk away from her, she made the following incantation:

“Busty before,

Never after,

This is how you become jealous, even envious, and start the laughter.”

Lindsey had to stop to adjust her bra, saying it was bothering her. But as she did so she became terrified. Her boobs were gone, replaced by large, silicone inserts. She took them out of her bra underneath her pretty dress and she showed them to me. The falsies were quite large. I felt so sorry for her. Without their help, her tight dress fell completely flat against her chest. No cleavage or womanly curves. Lindsey was panicking and looking to me for help.

“You now have pathetically small breasts underneath all of that padding. You’ll need to stuff your bra full of kleenex and socks if you ever want people to think you have boobs. You will be devastated whenever someone finds out the truth that you actually have tiny tits. They will laugh at the 25 year-old flat-chested girl who still stuffs her bra like a teenager.” the redhead said.

“You’re so jealous of girls like me who are naturally blessed in the boob department. I can tell that your poor hubby-to-be here is devastated. I can see it on his face. He loves big natural tits like mine. In fact, he’s staring at my cleavage right now.” My eyes darted from the redhead’s glorious cleavage to my fiancée’s face. Lindsey looked agitated that I had been caught “staring” at the redhead’s chest. I gathered my composure as I did my best to defend Lindsey’s honor.

“Look, I don’t care about the size of my fiancée’s breasts.” I emphatically told the redhead. “I love big tits… I mean… I love Lindsey and nothing will ever change that.” My face turned red with embarrassment. I don’t know why I said it that way. I felt so bad for Lindsey. I kissed Lindsey on the forehead and held her tight, trying to re-assure her that I was there for her.

“Oh my, you are such a loyal man. I guess I’m going to have to cast another spell then.”

Let it be known that history is re-written,

In such a way that this man became smitten,

With the idea, of giving me a ring that shines,

So brightly, that her engagement ring in now mine!

It sounded so ridiculous. Poor grammar aside, what did that even mean? The world seemed to spin for a moment until all three of us were magically back at my place.

“Oh my god, it worked! I’m wearing that gorgeous rock of an engagement ring now. Congrats babe, we’re getting married!” the redhead excitedly exclaimed as she showed it off. The ring sparkled and shined on her gorgeous, slender fingers, which were all dolled up with beautiful, sparkling nails. It was almost like she had been expecting me to pop the big question today.

Lindsey was in hysterics now. She was no longer wearing the engagement ring I had just given to her. Her hand was bare. The redhead had her engagement ring!

“As far as everyone remembers, we’re a couple.” the redhead told me as Lindsey cried into my shoulder. “You gave me this gorgeous ring because you love fit redheads with hourglass curves… like me. You still dated Lindsey, but you cheated on her when you saw my gorgeous face and big tits. She’s had a pathetic crush on you ever since, and will do anything just so she can watch us have passionate, baby-making sex.”

Her aggressive yet sexy as hell words were almost too much. She was using her magic and sex appeal to seduce me away from Lindsey. My big dick was rock hard in my pants. I just hoped the Lindsey didn’t notice.

After quickly looking around my condo, I could see that reality had, in fact, been changed. Sexy blouses, dresses, and bras – with very large cup sizes – were all over the floor in my bedroom. It looked like another woman lived here with me now. They certainly weren’t Lindsey’s. She probably couldn’t even fill an A-cup now. There were photos of the redhead and I kissing and being romantic with each other. Lindsey was in a few of them with us, looking like an awkward, flat-chested third wheel.

There were also several very sexy videos of the redhead on my phone, sent to both me and Lindsey! In one of the videos, titled “She Should Be Jealous”, the redhead was taking a selfie through a vanity mirror. She was wearing a sexy black bra, matching panties, and garters. Her classic red lipstick really stood out. She was shaking her curvy hips like a pinup model… so sexy and hypnotic. There was so much cleavage, which drove me wild. That was the best part. I loved her big boobs. In another video, titled “Who’s Sexier than Your Girlfriend?”, she was dressed like a stripper. She was holding her big boobs in her arms, shaking and flipping her hair back in slow motion. Damn it, she was so fucking hot!

”Look, you may have changed the past, but that doesn’t change the present or the future. I love Lindsey and would never cheat on her. You’ve lost.“ I said. It was somewhat intimidating to talk to her like this but I needed to be strong. I genuinely, truly loved Lindsey and would do anything to protect her.

“That big dick of yours says otherwise.” the redhead replied, exploiting my weakness. “It’s throbbing and pulsing in your pants at the idea of being with me. I think you secretly want this. And now, thanks to you, I finally know how to make it happen. It’s time for the last spell.”

“Confuse his mind between lust, romance, and passion,

So much so that he will be unable to resist his attraction,

For kissing and impregnating a sexy redhead with hourglass curves,

While making his heartbroken, blonde girlfriend cry & observe.

She will have to live with it because this, I decree:

When I snap my fingers, make his big dick loyal only to me.

Before I could stop her, the evil redhead snapped her fingers. The world seemed to spin a long time after that spell. My dick was hard as a diamond looking at the redhead. Her name was Shara. I somehow knew her name now. Oh my god, I loved her so much!

Lindsey was crying. She always cries when Shara and I have sex but we weren’t even kissing each other yet. “N-noooo-ho-ho-oooo!!! You have to fight this! You don’t love her! You love me! It’s the dark magic, honey!” she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Even though she was in hysterics, I knew it wouldn’t matter. Whether she was in the room with us or not, Lindsey would get to hear Shara and I having loud, passionate, baby-making sex in just a few minutes. “It’s too late. Your loyal boyfriend is all mine now. His big dick only cums inside me. And I think it’s time to prove it. Start undressing babe.” Shara told me as she playfully squeezed my big dick through my pants.

My poor Lindsey couldn’t do anything but watch. I felt so sorry for her, knowing that this was going to be her new role. Meanwhile, I was so confused. What did the dark magic do to me? I knew I normally wasn’t like this… yet… I felt like I was doing this because I genuinely wanted to, not because I had to. I had free will. I wanted to have sex with Shara while Lindsey watched.

I was naked now. Shara looked so excited as we all sat on my bed. Oh yeah, she’s my fiancée now, not Lindsey. This makes sense… I think?

“Lindsey, I want you to grab your ex-boyfriend’s big dick in your small hands and guide it into my warm, fertile pussy.” Shara instructed. “I want you to stroke his big cock up and down a few times, kiss him on the lips like you used to when you were together, and then go to the chair we’ve set up for you. You can rub yourself like the heartbroken single girl you are as we explore each other’s bodies and have sex like a loving couple. We’re going to make it clear to you that your boyfriend loves me. He wants to have my baby.”

Lindsey did as she was told. It felt so hot as my ex-girlfriend tugged on my big dick and guided it into Shara’s pussy. We were going to have baby-making sex so there was no condom on it

I placed Shara’s smooth, beautiful legs on my powerful, broad shoulders as I pounded her hard, missionary style. Our sexual chemistry was undeniable. Shara loved being under a powerful, dominant man who was loyal to her. The smacking and slapping sounds of our skin-to-skin contact and Shara’s intimate, enthusiastic vocals made that perfectly clear. The sex was rough, passionate, and intense. Shara brought out a dominant, lust-driven personality in me that Lindsey had never seen before. She wanted a man and she got one.

I came hard inside of Shara as her legs wrapped tightly around my strong back. I could hear Lindsey cumming hard as well, just from watching us. She was crying too, tears flowing down her pretty cheeks. She was so turned on by the heartbreak of it all, knowing that I was going to get Shara pregnant, today if not tomorrow. This was our new life now: Shara and I are lovers while Lindsey gets to watch and hear it all.

I think Lindsey is still trying to rescue me, but I don’t see how that’s possible. My big dick is loyal to Shara and she proves it almost every day when we have sex. I love gorgeous redheads with big tits and classic, hourglass curves. Lindsey is cute, but she has small tits. I’ve always wanted to date and marry a redhead who looks like a 1950′s pinup model. That’s why I cheated on Lindsey with Shara in the first place.

“Just watch me” I remembered Shara saying at the start of all of this. It couldn’t be more true than now.

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Book 12 in Lily Corbett’s “TABOO TALES” series of hardcore and very taboo erotica. 27k words.  A cuckquean bisexual wife story.

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His Boss, My Fantasy: An Accidental Cuckquean Wife - Chris P Rider Author

I drove to his office to catch him cheating. I caught myself wanting to watch instead.

What happens when the woman you thought you were turns out to be someone else entirely?

Sarah drives to her husband’s office convinced she’s about to catch him having an affair with his boss, Diana. She’s rehearsed the speech. She’s brought the food as cover. She stands in the corridor outside that glass-walled office and watches Tom lean close to the elegant, composed older woman he’s been mentioning just slightly too often, and she waits for her marriage to shatter.

Instead, she discovers something about herself she never saw coming. Standing in the dark watching her husband with another woman doesn’t make Sarah angry. It makes her desperately, inconveniently, overwhelmingly aroused. And when she gets home that night and lies awake beside Tom, she realises the feeling isn’t going away. It’s getting stronger.

“His Boss, My Fantasy” is a hardcore cuckquean novella told entirely from Sarah’s perspective as she discovers, names, and finally claims a taboo desire she didn’t know she had. This is wife-watching erotica with a difference: Sarah isn’t reluctantly agreeing to her husband’s fantasy. This is hers. She’s the one who asks. She’s the one who arranges it. And she’s the one standing at the door when Diana arrives.

Diana is everything Sarah imagined and nothing she expected. Forty-seven, self-possessed, and entirely unapologetic, Diana is the kind of woman who knows exactly what she wants and has never found it necessary to pretend otherwise. She’s been Tom’s boss for four years. She’s wanted him almost as long. And when Tom approaches her with Sarah’s proposal, Diana’s only question is: when?

The first encounter is voyeuristic, explicit, and more intense than anything Sarah has experienced in six years of marriage. Watching her husband fuck another woman whilst that woman looks directly at Sarah and performs for her turns out to be the most erotic thing Sarah has ever witnessed. She comes untouched. She comes harder than she thought possible. And when it’s over and Diana has gone home, Sarah tells Tom she wants to do it again.

The second weekend, Sarah stops watching from the edges. She participates. Fully. With both of them. What follows is an 28,000-word descent into the filthiest, most explicit threesome erotica this series has produced, as Sarah discovers she’s bisexual, discovers she’s a cuckquean, and discovers that the composed, controlled woman she thought she was has been sitting on top of something considerably less tidy.

This novella is written at maximum explicitness. Expect graphic sex scenes with detailed physical description, crude anatomical language, filthy dialogue throughout, and a female narrator who thinks and speaks in unashamedly dirty terms. Expect voyeurism, wife-watching, cuckqueaning, age-gap dynamics, MILF content, bisexual awakenings, threesomes, oral sex in explicit detail, cum play, toy use, and a woman taking complete ownership of her own taboo fantasy without apology or shame.

I wonder, does it make me naive to want to be married just so he can cuck me? Just so I can be tied to a chair as he moans into another woman’s neck?

Lately I’ve been thinking about how hot it would be to get cucked by a trans girl.

She’d have a perfect face and body, perky tits, and I would assume she was cis until her panties come off and bam. She has a cock. Hard as fuck for my husband. And his is even harder.

He’d get on his knees to worship it and then throw her on the bed and rim her cute little ass until she’s moaning his name.

Then he’d pull out his cock and shove it in her ass, his eyes would roll back in his head and he’d moan louder than he ever has. He’d tell her that her pussy is tighter than mine and she would giggle as he pounded her harder and harder.

“I have to come,” he’d say after only a minute or two because her ass is so much tighter than anything else he’s ever fucked. He would moan into her mouth, and then pour his load into her asshole.

“Clean her up,” he’d tell me, waiting for me to lick her ass clean so they can fuck again. “From now on only trans girls can have this cock, but you can still clean it up for me.”

Owned by the Influencer: Her rules, her camera, her filthy lessons

Owned by the Influencer - lesbian awakening, Cuckqueen erotica

She didn’t apply for the job. She applied for the woman. And the woman knew it before she’d finished reading the application.

Book 10 “Taboo Tales” - Lesbian awakening cuckquean erotica by Lily Corbett.

I’m going to tell you something I couldn’t have admitted six months ago, sitting in a box room in Wigan with my phone lit up at midnight and my heart going absolutely mental. I applied for a job. That’s what I told myself. That’s what I told Danny. The truth is I’d been watching Sienna Vale for two years, saving her posts, rewatching certain videos in the dark when no one could see my face, and filing the feeling under something I didn’t have a name for yet. When she posted that she needed a live-in assistant, I hit submit before I’d finished reading it. My hands were shaking. I knew why. I just wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

What followed was the most important month of my life, and I’m not being dramatic. Sienna Vale opened her door, looked at me for about thirty seconds, and knew. She knew what I was before I did. She’d seen it in my application photo, she told me later. That specific hunger. The kind that’s been perfectly behaved for years, waiting for someone experienced enough to recognise it. And she was very, very experienced. The age gap between us, the world between us, the fact that she owned her house and I’d been sleeping in someone else’s box room, none of it mattered once she turned that attention on me. Nothing mattered except what she was about to show me about myself.

Danny came with me. He always does. And before you ask: yes, he was fine. Better than fine. Sienna had a way of making everyone in her orbit feel exactly seen, exactly directed, exactly given what they didn’t know they needed. She had a studio room, a ring light in every corner, and a very particular idea of what authentic content looked like. She wanted real people who actually wanted each other. She got that and considerably more than she bargained for, I think, though she’d never admit it. I watched her lose her composure exactly once. I’m the reason. I’m keeping that.

This is my account of what happened in that house. What I discovered about myself, about what I’d been wanting without the vocabulary for it, about what it feels like when someone genuinely sees you and decides to take their time. It’s filthy in places. It’s honest throughout. If you’ve ever watched someone’s content late at night and told yourself it was just admiration, this book is for you. You already know what it is. You just need someone to open the door.

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Ugh my desire to have my man cum in someone else and making me suck it out from her cunt is so intense. Everytime I think about him fucking other women I am automatically wet. Ughh

Unfortunately no, not last night, but he is on his way to another friends right now !

Our conversation this morning

i just want a cute petite little thing to suck Daddy’s cock. is that so much to ask??

He currently doesn’t fuck me as he has been with my younger co worker

I need to make more girls cuckqueans.

I need to flirt with more couples. Play, and tease, and most importantly - find out which one of them squirms with insecurity when I give their partner attention.

And then I’m going to make their partner mine. Make them want me. Make them need me. Enough that they’re going to be stupid and reckless just to get me to fuck them.

And I’m going to make sure my victim knows its happening. Not let them watch, just make the cheating so obvious that they’d have to be stupid to not notice. And I’m going to make sure she likes it. That when she goes to bed alone, she’s thinking about me fucking her girlfriend. About me making that girl mine.

Of course, I’m not here for the long term. I know I’m going to get bored at some point. But I’ll take a little bit of joy in the final cruelty - I’m going to dump her girlfriend, and leave her to clean up the emotional mess.

Without knowing you and the dynamics of your relationship this may be off base, but since you mention being “on the kinkier side” I’d imagine you already communicate fairly well about sex and kink? My suggestion would be to look for opportunities to push things in that direction. Ask him if he’d like you to suck him off while he watches porn, or ask him to put a paper bag over your head and/or call you by someone else’s name while he fucks you, then use that as a basis to start a conversation after the fact, outside the bedroom.

A cuckquean experience

This was one of the kinkiest, best sexual experiences of my life. It was a few years ago when I just started exploring my interest in being a cuckquean, my husband and I were having a lot of threesomes with other women but this one woman in particular was always game for anything.

I came across a cq meme on Tumblr that showed a woman looking in the rear view mirror at her husband fucking another woman. I thought we could definitely recreate this.

I invited our girlfriend over for a night of play and it started by me driving while she and my husband were kissing in the backseat. We stopped at 2 different porn shops. I let them walk ahead just flirting with each other as if they were a couple and I was just a tag along friend/ driver.

On the way home i could hear things getting hot and heavy in the backseat but could only get a few glimpses of them as they were only into each other. They were kissing, he then started sucking on her huge gorgeous tits. She then unzipped him and started sucking on his large cock. I could hear everything and was so fucking excited and turned on. I had no idea where the rest of the night would lead.

I drove us back home where they began kissing on our couch while i watched. She undressed and straddled him grinding her pussy on his cock. I was trying to not get in the way or take any attention away from her but desperately wanted to be a part of it.

I knelt down in front of them and began licking his balls as she fucked him. Then I did something I never thought I’d do…I began licking her tight little asshole since her pussy was already taken. It was so fucking hot and I’d love to try it again. He pulled out, stood up and came all over her tits then grabbed my head and rubbed my face all over them and had me lick off what was left.

After a short break she knelt on all 4’s on our leather bench. He began to play with her pussy again, fucking her on and off till she squirted all over the bench. He instructed me to lick it all off again.

Then it was my turn! I laid on the living room floor as she stood above me naked then squatted down to sit on my face. She started to slowly rub her used wet pussy all over my face. Occasionally she’d pause and make me hold my breath or smack my tits and pussy. Soo much fun lol.

Next, while I was still laying on the ground she laid down next to me and began fingering my wet sloppy pussy. I wanted and begged for more. I wanted her to fist me and stretch out my pussy like she’d done on previous occasions. She’s the only one who’s been able to do it since her hands were so small. She began to fist me while kissing me. I used the hitachi on myself until the pressure from everything made me have the most insane, strongest and longest orgasms that i can remember.

I was so spent that i couldn’t even speak after. They gave me a pillow, covered me with a blanket and I fell asleep on the floor while they spent a little more time together and he walked her to her car.

I still could barely speak the next day and experienced some serious sub drop for the next two days but my husband took care of me. Hands down best cuckquean experiences I’ve had to date.

My best friend and I were sleeping in the same bed. I’m a heavy sleeper but I’ve been waking up to her playing with my tits. Massing them, pinching them….making me moan. Even when I wake up, I pretend to be sleeping. It turns me on knowing she probably is looking at me like some blow up doll just for her to play with. My favorite is when she teases my pussy a little too. I spend my nights being edged but she never makes me go over the edge. It feels great and leaves me soaking. Today we were taking a nap and I woke up to her pinching my nipple and I could feel the bed shake. She was playing with herself and getting herself off. Knowing that made me want to cum right there. But I didn’t open my eyes….i acted like the dumb sex object she was treating me like and I loved it !!

i deserve a boyfriend that has a wandering eye and looks at other women when he’s with me. it would be soo hot talking to him about something excitedly and seeing his eyes on a hot, skinny woman that walks by instead. having him turn back to me, saying “what was that, my love?” would make me so wet.

really need someone to fuck me while comparing me to others girls and shaming my body. call me fat and compare me to a cow, whale, or pig. tell me that i’ll never compare to the pretty, skinny girls that you like and that you can’t even pretend that i’m her because our bodies are so different. when we go on dates, i’d see you blatantly looking at girls that are fit, even with your arm wrapped around me. i want you to make me feel insecure.

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