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There is a battle between jealousy and pleasure. The moment the swords clash, an orgasm is endured.
Hii cuckqueen, i saw your blog and was amazed as i share similar feelings but I’m the cuck here. I want my gf to be fucked by a alpha male. I’m from Mumbai, hope we could do it with each other😍
Haha wow. I could say this really made my day but I don't know when you wrote to me. Do reach out (:
Well, Hi.
I don't know for how long I am back but I guess I am for now, after more than 2 years! A lot has changed since then. What remains the same is that I still have not found a cake and the pandemic just wasted more than a year of the effort.
What's different is that life has gotten in the way. I don't think too much about being a cuckquean anymore. Been stressed a lot lately. Hey, I'm in my early 20s and I guess I'm just figuring life out. But I do always find myself watching the cuckquean type of porn whenever I do haha.
Also, I was quite averse to writing 2 years back but it comes more naturally to me now and I feel more open to sharing my opinion, anonymously here atleast 🤭
Finally, I'm going to try to be back more. Because like most of you, this kink is really my haven.
Before:
I was psyched about the fun we could have and was somewhat instigating for it to happen. My wife was excited of the chance to explore this fantasy together but still was extremely finicky. Wanted to change her mind every second.
During:
I was extremely nervous all of a sudden. Is my wife gonna flip out? Should I cancel the idea. Did I push her too far? Nope. My wife was cooler than the other side of the pillow. Was relaxed the whole time and all fears melted away as the girl walked in. Fully submitted to me and all my desires. Just wanted me to be happy. I quietly commanded every aspect and led them both to full relaxation. Proud man.
After:
We both remembered it as a fun experience that we both enjoyed. She realized that she really loved watching. Outer body experience. I was just amazed with how much she enjoyed it. Afterwards she came twice riding me like a lunatic. During HER round 2, I ate her while she came to pull any juice out of her. I love her taste. Ok I get sidetracked so what. She is a one in a million and I'm addicted to her flavor.
Summary: she doesn't like the chase. I do. I got nervous during the act and she wasn't at all. Shes now accepting her cuckquean role more happily which is calming my nerves a whole lot.
I know I'm talking alot of feelings rather than straight hornieness but this shit is important. I think if you want this life to be successful long term it won't work if ur acting like ur shit don't stink. Stay humble people and move at the pace that best suits you. We all get caught up but this is a fine line to walk on. Fuck and have fun but stay grounded. We need each other's support. Cuck and Hothusband.
Drip 2 hard
The door knocked. I opened to see her beautiful frame standing before me. Calm on the surface, a Trainwreck in my mind. Wife was showering and told us to go ahead without her. If stripping was a race i admit I lost. Maybe she wanted it more than me? Maybe I was so worried about my wife I forgot myself. Still. The heat was on 🔥. This will be a writing of two stories. Me and wife had two completely different experiences. In the Before and During. Our after is the same. I will share more as I have time and feel inspired.
If you like to judge people…
FUCK YOU!
For those of you confused, I wasn't talking about my current boyfriend in my last post. It was an ex a year back (:
I broke up with my cheating ex-boyfriend.
Sounds odd, doesn't it? This coming from a cuckquean.
When I started dating my ex, he was a "changed" fuckboy. Yeah right he was. 🙄 Very stupid for sure because he loved me soo much and knew of my fetish but would still flirt with a million girls on text (that I know off, could have done more) and lie to me and come up with excuses every single time. Not to satiate my thirst for cucking. Now I don't mind that sort of humiliation but it was always those lies, from the beginning. It is almost as if we never really fell in love. I was like his cake. How is a girlfriend going to trust you with that? That doesn't become making your love's fantasy come true. It just shows your character. He hurt me pretty bad because I gave him a million chances and he continued to think I'm dumb enough to believe all his lies. (Lol, I was a little to give him chances)
I'd told him about my fetish and fantasies and he would satisfy the thought of them over sexts however if he had to cheat, he could have just told me once! 😂 He would later come crying to me about it, wanting me back. Fuck you dude.
Cuckqueaning is most importantly about the trust you keep on your partner, enough that it lets you let go of them, confidently knowing he isn't really going anywhere.
It's the belief you have in one another which I never could have a chance for with my ex. So does it now seem weird that a cuckquean would break up over cheating? Think again.
Sick lil girl
I’m actually such a twisted & disgusting whore. Like, wow. I get off on being treated like absolute trash. I beg to be gaslit until I’m completely delusional. I dream about being molested, cause I need the attention. Being called names like bitch & piggy & retard make my cunt drip. I fantasize about rape & misogyny. I force myself to stay skinny & attractive for men.
Who does this kind of stuff???? Sick lil girls, that’s who.
Good Cuckqueans always lick the icing off their Cuckcake when their man is finished
I want to suck her pussy off your cock
I want him to humiliate me in every fucking way possible. I want to hear for every second of every day that I'm just a trophy gone wasted now. That he's sick of my stupid used up cunt and is craving for another. It started with the humiliation of fucking another toy over me and craving various more but now I want the humiliation of being emotionally attached to someone else inspite of me.
Isn't it crazy that I have escalated my own fetish without the experience even?
Bitches, remember this
If you don’t do as your Master tells you, he’ll find a better slut who will
“If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.”
—
Stephen Chbosky
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
….and you will be left out. I’ve driven my husband and his much younger lover to the airport. Left only with my thoughts back to the house. My inadequacies. My larger thighs vs Miss tan & toned, smooth, creamy, and hairless. That’s my place.
Happily
Cuck Bracelet
He recently bought me a cuck bracelet, with the intention that there would be a bead for each woman he has fucked. I wear the bracelet to remind me of his lust for other women and I can’t wait for him to add more beads.
I definitely want this!
He thinks about her every day; he told me so. He likes to recall when they last fucked or he imagines what they’ll do when they next meet. She’s on his mind constantly. As his wife, I have a duty to see that he fulfils his desires and to make sure his urges are met. She is younger, hotter and tighter. He needs her body and I need his lust.
the first time
Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.
Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.
It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.
…
A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.
I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.
When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”
…
“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.
I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.
The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.
“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.
I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.
She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.
“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.
“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”
I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.
Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.
Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?
He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.
He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.
I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.
I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.
I lean back into him and close my eyes.
“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.
“You like that, huh, baby?”
I nod my head.
“No, I want to hear you say it.”
My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.
“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”
An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.
“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”
Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.
It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”
“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.
Succumb to what makes you wet, girls. You won’t regret it.
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