>>12367

I really like the dynamic of the mothering/big sister role to cute young ones. Buying them sexy clothes and lingerie for their time with the hubby. Doing their hair, makeup, gossiping before dates, and making sure they're getting cared for properly after.

>>12369

how about this?

>>12377 (Checked)

>>12411 (Checked)

She didn't set out to become a vixen. It's not as if she can help being a younger women, or being as pretty and as innocent as she is. Or being just so damn cute and adorable. Some vixens are seductresses who deliberately go after taken men. Maybe they're experienced too, basically as close to a succubus as you can get. However while a girl like the one in the story is the complete opposite, the effect on your man is the same. He's drawn to her irresistibly.

It's such a beautiful and perfect kind of relationship that I really doubt many women would stand in the way of it. How intense the jealousy is depends on the individual but those feelings are easily overpowered by everything else. If she lost her virginity to him and is in love then what are you going to do? Break them up? No, of course not. That would be like romantic vandalism. Instead your priorities are going to shift towards helping the girl, doing what you can to make it even more perfect.

My views on this are that it must be some instinctive thing. The moment she's described as an innocent younger women the whole cuckqueaning thing changes from being just about sex to this extremely intense, romantic, mothering, caring dynamic.

You hate the idea of being cheated on and if your husband ever did that you’d kill him. That’s what you had always believed. When you saw her though, well, you couldn’t deny it… she was fucking hot. That was your first thought and it coloured every one following it. Cheating was about betrayal wasn’t it? Lying to you? Hurting you? But you just didn’t feel that way. Yes, you were jealous, really fucking jealous, but you were also ashamed and embarrassed at the other things popping into your mind. That made you angry, but more at yourself than him.

Your imagination was going wild. It had clearly decided the best way to deal with this was to remind you of what seemed like every touch, every kiss and every fuck you had shared with him. “Hey,” it seemed to say, “let’s imagine him doing all of that with her, why not?” Your pussy decided it wanted in on the action too. “I want to play,” it purred at you. You began to shlick, albeit reluctantly. As a feminist you knew it was dangerous to let these kind of thoughts become associated with sexual pleasure. You had seen so many girls on tumblr give in to the naughty thrill of female submission but you would be more careful, more controlled.

You realised you didn’t feel any animosity towards her. Isn’t she supposed to be a cheating bitch? A home wrecking slut? No, you thought to yourself, she’s innocent in all this. She can’t help how she looks and how men react to her. Married men. She looks like a princess or something. A perfect princess. A sexy princess. So exciting and so exotic, seductive and alluring and irresistible. God, she was so fuckable. Still ashamed, you allowed yourself to admit that, despite not being into girls. She was hot enough to make girls like you masturbate as she fucked their husbands. In this case cheating was ok. Upon hearing that your pussy decided to reward you with a series of incredibly intense and powerful orgasms, leaving you bucking and shuddering through them.

“Let them fuck, let them cheat. Don’t interfere. She’s pretty isn’t she? Deserving? Your husband deserves her too, doesn’t he? You want to be a good girl for him, don’t you? After all he’s done for you?” Yes, you answered. Fuck yes. But then you started to rationalise it, ashamed to think of yourself as a “good girl”, ashamed to orgasm over such a submissive thought.

It was interracial sex, and surely it’s a good thing for white men have sex with mixed raced girls? Wasn’t that progressive? It was, you realised. It was feminist sex. White men should to fuck and cum inside girls like her, even if they are already married. Shlicking to this was a feminist act.

She was clearly exasperated with you, waving her arms around, pointing and shouting. You tried to explain but she just wasn’t getting it.

“Aren’t you jealous at least?” she asked.

“No, why would I be?”

“He’s fucking another woman!”

“I said I know. I’m OK with it.”

“But he’s cheating on you!”

“No he isn’t. He’d never do that.”

“He’s doing it right now! I told you, I saw them!”

“I already said. Will you just calm down and listen?”

“How can I be calm when I saw your husband fucking that slut? You should be angry about this! You’re in denial!”

“Don’t call her that. She’s not a slut. Listen will you? She came to me. She been trying to find a good man for a while and well, she’s my friend, you know that. Everything she wants in a man matches him perfectly. She’s white, and he’s a, you know, a white guy too, so obviously… anyway, I wanted to help her and I knew they’d be good together so I…”

“So, what, you just give your husband to her?”

“Yes.”

She visibly deflated at that. Her anger was gone. Maybe she was starting to actually get it. You knew she was only looking out for you.

“What if he… what if he leaves you?”

“He won’t.”

“Are you really sure about this? What if he really falls for her? Have you thought about that? I mean, she was saying it when… you know… she said she loved him.”

“Yes, I’m sure. He told me he loves her too. She’s not just some random girl, she’s my friend. I want her to have a real relationship, based on love, not just sex. I wouldn’t let this happen if it was just some sex thing. She deserves better than that.”

“Aren’t you scared? She’s… well, she’s…”

“What? Younger than me? Prettier? A white girl?”

“No, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s OK, I know. That’s not her fault is it? She can’t help being so beautiful.”

“No, but…”

“Look, they’ve been together for almost six months now and…”

“Six months?!”

“Yes, six months. It’s the real deal. Don’t you think if he was going to leave me he would have already done so by now? He’d never do that anyway but isn’t that proof enough?”

She sighed and started to laugh. She seemed relaxed now, relieved. You stepped towards her and hugged her tightly. You whispered into her ear.

“She’s pregnant.”

You were lying in bed with your boyfriend holding you from behind. Normally you would have your fingers in your pussy as he told you about what he had been up to. Before long you would be in heaven, bucking uncontrollably in his arms as you came again and again. Unfortunately that wasn’t happening and actually he seemed to be quite annoyed with you.

“You call yourself a feminist but have you ever had sex with another girl?” he asked.

“No,” you admitted.

“Surely you’ve fantasised about it?”

You shook your head.

“What, not even once?” he asked doubtfully.

“I… I’m not into girls,” you said.

“I’m not asking that. I’m your boyfriend, I know you’re straight so you don’t have to get defensive about this,” he said.

“I’m not!” you blurted, unfortunately quite defensively.

He just sighed in response to that.

“I’ve thought about it, OK? Not fantasised. Just thought about it,” you explained.

“You know she’s a lesbian but that didn’t stop her from agreeing to this,” he said.

“I know, but it’s just that… it’s different,” you tried to explain.

“How is it different? She really likes you but you won’t let her fuck you just because you’re straight. Yet she has sex with me because she wants to make you happy. You realise she gave up her gold star to impress you? She was so scared. In the end it worked out OK, and she’s used to it now, but it took me and her lot of work to get to that point. Considering what she’s been though it’s time you really thought about her feelings for once,” he said.

“I do care about her feelings! I just don’t want to have sex with her. I’m straight… and…” you explained feebly, trailing off.

“So as a feminist you’re apparently perfectly fine with rejecting a nice girl like her just because of that? Just because you’re straight? That’s the only reason you’re giving me. You know, I’m starting to think this isn’t even about feminism. This is all for your benefit. You just want to shlick to me fucking her and all those other girls. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re a cuckquean,” he said accusingly.

“I’m not! It’s not about that. I like to know you’re with her but that’s only because we’re doing something good. That makes me happy. White men should have more interracial sex…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, white men should have more interracial sex. Progressive this, intersectional that, interracial harems. I’ve heard this already, and I’ve been doing it. But why is it always Asian girls with you? Why is their sexuality irrelevant but yours is so important? And why do you masturbate when I tell you about what I’ve being doing with them? Answer that,” he demanded.

He had you there. You didn’t know what to say. You were a cuckquean and a lot of this was motivated by your sexual need for him to fuck other girls. But you were a feminist too, you really were. But… but if you just admitted everything he would think you were a just a pervert – some kind of slut who gets off to being cheated on. You kept quiet.

“Look at these messages you sent me last night,” he said, holding his phone in front of your face as he began to read out your side of the conversation in a flat, judgemental voice, pausing between each line. “Want to see that geisha slut with your cum on her face. Cum on that pretty face. Fuck yes. Perfect. This is so hot. Babe I came hard to that pic. Promise me one thing? Make her wake up tomorrow morning with your white cock inside her. Tight. Little. Lesbian. Pussy. Yes. Thank you babe. Fuck that Asian whore. Cum inside her.”

You blushed fiercely. You were guilty of all charges. Seeing her pretty Asian face splattered with his cum as he scrolled through the messages turned you on so much. It wasn’t your fault. Those fucking anons had planted this in your mind and it had gone way out of control. But, you realised shamefully, no one forced you to use that God forsaken website. You had let them convince you because you liked it.

“I’ll do it, OK? I’ll let her fuck me,” you relented.

“Good girl,” he said. You felt an immense rush of pleasure and joy. It was OK. You weren’t a slut. You were a good girl.

“Go ahead,” he continued. Your fingers went down between your legs.

>>11260

I have some pics of canon lesbians getting dicked back to normal, if anyone is interested. Not sure if this is the right thread for them.

That’s why he records it for you to look at later.

Captions written on women count, right?

She admitted it right to your face. The smug little bitch. She had been cheating with him for months behind your back. You couldn’t stand that smirk. You slapped her, hard, knocking her head to the side.

She let out a gasp and turned her now wide-eyed face back to yours. Then her smirk returned. “Again,” she said.

You slapped her again. The slut kept her head steady, only blinking reflexively as your hand struck her cheek and jaw.

Filled with rage you pushed both her shoulders as hard as you could, sending her reeling into the couch behind her. She didn’t look that bothered and simply propped herself up onto her elbows to face you. She flicked her head to remove her long hair from her face. This fucking whore.

You pounced on her. You slapped her several times, grabbed hold of her hair, pulling it, put your hands around her neck and squeezed, anything to hurt her, anything to get the reaction you wanted. She just put her hand on one of yours. “Not so hard,” she said gently.

You released her neck. Her smirk was still there but her eyes flared.

“I let him cum inside. Every time,” she said.

You couldn’t believe your ears. How dare this fucking whore say that? Who the fuck does she think she is?

You grabbed her wrists and pulled her fully onto the couch, straddling her. You just held her like that for a while before letting go and staring at her. So pretty. So beautiful. So sexy. She left her hands where you put them. She was refusing to fight you. She wasn’t going to give you what you wanted.

You smug little cunt. Fuck you.

You tore open her blouse. She gasped at that. So, you could surprise her. You methodically began to strip her of her clothes and underwear, slapping her whenever she showed the slightest sign of not cooperating enough with her undressing.

“I’m not going to stop fucking him. You know that, right?” she said as you yanked down her panties.

Fucking bitch.

You weren’t going to kiss this whore. You wanted to, badly, right on the same smug, pretty mouth that had no doubt been around your husband’s cock.

But you stopped yourself. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction and besides, you weren’t into girls. Instead you held her wrists with one hand and used the other to grab at her breasts. You remembered there was a bottle of massage oil in the shopping bag you had left next to the couch. You reached in and unscrewed the top, squirting some oil onto your hands.

You let yourself grope, molest and use her body. First her breasts, neck, clavicles, then her arms, then her stomach, waist, hips and legs. There was that tight little pussy he had been cumming inside all this time. You forcefully turned her over and quickly massaged the oil into her shoulders and back before moving to her cute butt. You just couldn’t resist anymore, you were just too turned on. You started to touch her pussy. She was small and tight. Your husband’s cock had fucked it probably hundreds of times by now.

Good.

Cheating whores like this little bitch need to get fucked. You were glad your husband was fucking her. You hoped he fucked her hard. You were going to make this slut cum until she begged you to stop.

She moaned like the cheating slut whore bitch she was.

White men having sex with pretty brown girls is just plain hot. Fact.

Regardless of whether you’re a cuckquean or not you can’t deny that. The idea of your own boyfriend or husband fucking pretty brown girls is even hotter. Let yourself admit that. It’s okay to fantasise about it for now but sooner rather than later you need to encourage him to do it for real. It seems like a big step but it’s really not that hard. If you think about it you don’t even have to do anything – they’ll be doing all the work.

If he’s already fucking brown girls then you deserve a pat on the back. You’re a good girl. Well done.

Let those feelings of altruism and compersion wash over you. It feels so nice and warm and loving. You want her to be happy and you want her to experience pleasure. Your man can give her that. She needs him and sharing is the right thing to do. It feels natural and right because it is. Your instinct to help her, to cooperate, to share, is something that’s evolved as part of your fundamental nature. Your sexual arousal at the idea of your man having other girls is simply your body telling you what’s right. And it’s so easy. Effortlessly simple. Let them get close. Let them touch and kiss. Let them have sex. She doesn’t want to steal him from you. All she wants is to help you just as you want to help her.

Meeting one of his new friends was always exciting. The chances were he was fucking her behind your back. Cheating on you. Many girls who were into taken men really didn’t like the idea of the wife approving so you pretended not to know. She probably loved to look in your eyes knowing she had just been fucked by your husband only hours ago. She probably got off on that. Good. If it made her happy, it made you happy. You imagined her cumming hard when she asked if she was better than you and he replied “yes”.

Some of the girls he’d been with seemed to think he would leave you for them which was always a shame. You felt bad for them because there was no chance of that ever happening. When they confronted you, probably in order to get some closure or get back at him, you simply denied everything they said and refused to accept he would ever cheat. Luckily that sort of drama was quite rare.

He had signed the cheating contract you had written up during your engagement. It took you a long time to prepare and felt so fucking wrong that you had chickened out of giving it to him several times. Eventually you found the courage just a few days before you were due to be married. It wasn’t just going to be your boyfriend cheating on you, but your husband.

The gist of it was he had blanket permission to have sex with other women provided they met certain standards: young, pretty, nice body, and so on. He was to keep it a secret from you. Of course you were fully committed to him and so the marriage was to be strictly half-open. That idea of commitment applied to the women he would cheat with too, so you specified they mustn’t already have a boyfriend or husband.

Seeing him together with this new one you knew the secrecy rules would have to be broken. You definitely wanted to see them have sex in person. You decided the best time to ask was when he was fucking you later that night.

“Are you cheating on me… with her?” you asked.

“No. I’d never cheat on you,” he replied, playing his role in the game as he always did.

“There’s no way you could… resist her,” you said, getting close to cumming.

“I wouldn’t… I love you,” he said.

“This time is different… I want to see you… with her…” you said.

“You’re my wife… you know I’d never… cheat on you,” he managed to say.

“I’m… serious…” you said. It was getting difficult to speak. “I want to… make… an exception… to the… cheating contract.”

You started to cum. He slowed down and held you tightly as you convulsed with pleasure. He kissed you deeply as you suffered deliciously though your orgasm.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll talk to her. She seems like the sort of girl who’ll go for it” he said.

“Yesss,” you hissed. “Thank you.”

He started to thrust again. So, he hadn’t cum yet. You knew you were probably going to cum a bunch more times once you asked him to start talking about all the times he had fucked his sexy girlfriend.

>>14682

Excellent feedback, thank you.

That's true, looking at other cuckquean content we can see that. It's also backed up by the fact that generally speaking the more I personally like one often the less popular it turns out to be (with some exceptions). That and the visceral thing applies to any genre and no matter who the audience is supposed to be, as long as the focus is on the right bit as far as they're concerned.

Another thing people say is where is the third person? My reply is "it's you", but it's also because many times I can't stand some of stock things they do in threesome porn videos which is another weird quirk of mine relative to what people normally seem to go for.

>>14683

>dysgenic and degenerate (even more so than porn normally is)

Image spoiled for duck lips. If anyone recognises her name, yes, that is Porn Khaleesi and no, it's not edited or a troll image.

The people who make and star in porn are all completely fucked up. The absolute worst thing about porn is seeing the absolute state of the porn actors themselves over time which unfortunately I am now well aware of thanks to seeking through so many god damn videos now. The female actresses with the ever expanding array of tattoos and surgeries which the cameraman has to work harder and harder to avoid. That scene in the video for example, the woman on the left has tattoos on her damn fingers.

With the male actors with the obvious steroid/test abuse. The size of the gyno on some of them is ridiculous. In contrast it looks like Jean Val Jean is a true pro and you can rely on him for some good work. So in that scene he can get on with it, the camera isn't moving, he's not wearing something retarded like kneepads and he isn't saying anything dumb or going "tsss-ah tsss-ah tsss-ah".

Cheating was pretty much inevitable. You knew that the moment you looked her up online. She was your husband’s new PA and finding the pictures she had uploaded made your blood run cold.

Oh fuck, look at her!

Her body was amazing on top of her being so young and pretty. To make matters worse she seemed to enjoy cosplay and looked damn good doing it. Her relationship status was set to single. She must already be thinking about it, as your husband was an ideal boyfriend candidate, even if he was already married.

You realised there was no point worrying about when and where it would happen. Sooner or later he would fuck her, if he wasn’t already. Well, he probably hadn’t yet. She’d only being working under him for a day.

Under him. Taking his fucking cock.

It would be better to nip all the jealousy, uncertainly and doubt in the bud. While it was okay to be upset about his infidelity it was so much better to be pragmatic about it rather than bottle it up or lash out. You didn’t want to end up becoming a stereotypical nagging wife, paranoid about where he was and with whom.

You had to look at it from his point of you. She was a lot more sexually attractive than you, no point denying it, and with the amount of time they would be spending together he would have plenty of chances to appreciate that. When they were alone, perhaps working late at the office or on a business trip for example, it would be so easy to just give in a start having sex. His instincts would be screaming at him to take the girl. Once it happened that first time it wouldn’t stop.

But how were you supposed to approach him? You couldn’t just tell him what you thought right out, surely?

I’ve seen her cosplay pictures and I know she’s single. You can deny it all you want but it’s inevitable you’re going to fuck her. You must have thought about it already. I’ve accepted that and don’t blame you for it. You’re a man and she’s a beautiful young woman. It’s going to happen so I want you to just go ahead and get it over with. I’d like it to be on a regular schedule so I know when and where it will happen and when you’ll be back home so I’m not kept waiting and wondering. You shouldn’t have to make excuses or lie to me when you cheat. If you need weekends with her let me know in advance. I want you to take pictures and film it so I can feel involved and keep my sexual jealousy and frustration under control with masturbation.

~ ~ ~ * * * ~ ~ ~

In the end you weren’t that direct about it but you got there after a few weeks by following guides about how to encourage men to cheat from a female submission website called tumblr. All you had to do was make her the focus of sex and his orgasm and everything else would follow naturally. As long as he knew you were okay with it his desire to be monogamous would be overridden by his desire to fuck his cock into this sexier and more exciting younger woman.

The sexual training had worked. He cheated, and kept cheating.

She had no idea you knew. As far as she was concerned she was slowly but surely stealing your husband away from you. Their affair had become incredibly passionate and all consuming and you were pretty sure they were falling in love. It was pretty unlikely he’d ever leave you though because the two of you got on even better now than you did before. If felt like you and him were genuine best friends as well as being husband and wife.

You’d also made a big effort to become the perfect wife. The house was spotless and he always commented how great your cooking had become. However it was true she’d taken over sexually. He hadn’t fucked you in two months now. At the start he had been fucking her around five times week with you masturbating him over her cosplay pictures at the weekend. There wasn’t really much point to that because he was completely addicted to her, so you suggested the schedule be changed to seven days a week. He agreed.

Now you were shlicking to the latest video, willing him to cum inside. As per usual he was absolutely loving it. How could it not given how fuckable she was? Then he pulled out and came over her ass and pussy.

Fucking hot.

Yes, that was the right reaction to this, not jealousy or anger. You could have been sitting here crying and fretting about divorce but instead you were learning to enjoy it. You clumsily rewound back to before he came. You needed to set this thing up to loop over that part so you could shlick with both hands.

>>14729

The blog was set to explicit since the start so who knows why it took them so long. I guess the same reason why they let me upload videos and haven't terminated me yet: my mysterious guardian angel. You'll just have to make an account.

>>14744 (Checked)

“I’m not going to stop fucking her,” you said bluntly.She raised her arm ready to slap you but you caught it. She just stared open mouthed at the hand holding her wrist and then back to your face. Then she looked down and you felt the strength leave her arm. You released her and it fell to her side.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she said quietly.

“To you? I’m not doing anything to you, it's her I'm fucking” you said.

“But I’m your wife, you can’t just…” she said, trailing off.

“What? Fuck other women? That’s my duty is it? What about your duty?” you demanded. She kept quiet.

“Isn’t a wife supposed to cook and clean?” you pressed. She hadn’t done much of either lately.

“This isn’t the nineteen fifties!” she snapped, suddenly angry again.

“It is in this household,” you said.

“How can you-” she tried to say. You cut her off.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear any of that feminist crap ever again. You’ve been lazy and depressed for months now. All that garbage you read has made it worse,” you said.

She looked like she was going to say something but stopped.

“You use it all as an excuse to bitch and moan and I’m sick of it. If you had a job then maybe I could understand you not having time. We could get a maid to help. But if you want to be a housewife then act like it,” you said.

“You’ll probably fuck her as well,” she said under her breath.

“Maybe I would,” you said. She looked at you with horror, able to dish it out but not take it.

“I’m going to see her now. Don’t wait up. Unlike you she manages to hold down a job, keep her place spotless and still find time for exercise,” you said.

“Please…” she whispered a desperate look on her face.

“Please nothing. Why don’t you look up cuckquean online because that’s what you are now,” you said, leaving without looking back.

~ ~ ~ * * * ~ ~ ~

Your girlfriend was lying on the bed, thoroughly fucked. Her youthful slim body and pale skin was so beautiful. She was attentive and ready to be feisty or submissive depending on your mood. She’d do anything you wanted. She was smart enough too, a bonus because it meant she was actually interesting to talk to. You looked very fondly on her.

You thought back to how she had greeted you – the same way she always did – dropping to her knees and unzipping your trousers. According to her kneeling while sucking you off was “an important symbolic act of female submission.” That was exactly the sort of thing your wife needed to understand. She could learn a thing or two from this one.

You turned your phone back on. There were four messages from your wife.

“Please tell me what time you’ll be back.”

“I cleaned the whole house.”

“I can cook something and have it ready.”

“I love you.”

You laughed. So much for feminism.

“Who’s that?” she asked, curious as to whose messages had made you laugh.

“Just your sister,” you replied.

This was on r/cuckqueancommunity

I didn't see it posted here

He’s cheating because he loves you.

That’s why he’s trying to spare your feelings by keeping his mistress a secret. There’s absolutely no way he’d ever want to leave you but it’s reasonable of him to assume you wouldn’t accept his affair with a younger and much more attractive woman. How is he supposed to know you not only understand why but have grown to accept it, even that you’re quietly cheering them on?

You were shocked, scared and upset when you discovered his infidelity but at that moment the hot, naughty sexual jealousy you had always felt finally found a real outlet. It came to the surface and flooded you with arousal.

Why don’t you think about how good the sex must be with a fuckable girl like her? Why don’t you masturbate? That’s what this feeling means so don’t pretend or try to will it away. It’s fine, really, and no one will find out. No one else knows about their affair either. You could just let it happen if you want… it’s so easy… worry about everything else later… he’s fucking her right now… cheating on you… but that doesn’t mean you love him any less… all you have to do is let your fingers wander down and…

You gave in. Your first orgasm was powerful. Too powerful. You felt very guilty and ashamed. Women shouldn’t allow men to get away with cheating and they certainly shouldn’t cum to it. Your second orgasm helped you to feel better.

He’s obviously not going to leave you so why be scared? He wants to be with you. He loves you. It’s just he also wants to fuck this other girl on the side. What’s wrong with that? It’s just sex after, all and girls like her are made for it. Really, that’s the only reason why he’s cheating… not for any kind of bad or hurtful reason… there’s nothing wrong with sex… it’s natural for men to desire that kind of girl so it’s okay… sex is natural… in fact their sex is more natural because it’s driven by pure attraction and instinct… it’s better this way… it’s actually perfect if you think about… perfect, raw, passionate sex… your husband fucking another woman… needing her so much that he’s cheating on his loving wife…

After that it became a routine. You happily accepted all of his stories and excuses and pretended to ignore the increasingly obvious evidence. Rather than being a problem it simply added fuel to the fire of your escalating eroticisation of their secret affair.

You just smiled at how close they were when you saw them together. The hugs, how she’d kiss him on the cheek, how they’d casually touch each other in a friendly way, even how they look at each other. It was actually quite beautiful to see them like that but the other more wicked side of you was memorising it all in your schlicking bank. The raw sexual tension between them was thick but there was also such a sweet emotional connection too. No doubt they fucked when they needed to but other times you knew they made love.

You almost jumped for joy when he asked if she could come round for dinner. It was really nice and just so cosy to serve them your best home cooked meals. They obviously both enjoyed stealing glances and touches when they thought you weren’t looking. Keeping your composure was quite difficult considering how wet it made you. But in the end it went really well and became a regular thing.

You should confess to him soon before it’s too late. After all, he might break up with her out of fear of being discovered. Do you really want to take the risk of her perfect tight little body going to waste on some other man?

Think about some of the words you’d use to describe her. Young, perky, firm, taut, fit, sexy, tight, fuckable, cute, beautiful… nubile… the list goes on. They’re all good reasons why he didn’t resist her, why he gave in, why he’s fucking her… why he’s… cheating.

If she’s right and no one will find out then why can’t it stay a sexy, exciting secret they share together? She seems to like the thrill of being with a taken man and he obviously really likes her too.

As long as they keep having sex in your home it’s very unlikely anyone else will catch them. Thankfully you were careful and quiet enough not to be noticed, and you should be able to make yourself cum without making a sound.

You’ll have a start a predictable routine for when you’ll be out of the house. That way they’ll have plenty of time to further consummate their affair without having to resort to more risky locations.

You dread the thought of your relationship being put at risk, which it certainly will be if any of your friends found out. You’d have a hard time trying to explain and justify why you forgive him. Would they all hate him too? It could turn into a nightmare. Probably some of them would understand but they’d be forced to go along with the condemnation or else look like a freak.

Worst of all though, what you fear above anything else, is if she gets scared off. That’s the last thing you want. There’s no way you can allow anything to get between your boyfriend and this amazing girl. If you get married she’ll be the perfect mistress.

Hi all. I'm new here. I made some captions as well. Since I'm a quean they are all pretty much directed to queans. It makes me horny ;)

>>17710

Humiliation?

>>17712

yes