>>4683

I feel like I'm at my breaking point when I finally hear his car pull up. I run up to greet him at the door with all the composure of a horny schoolgirl.

From the second the door opens, I can smell it. That might be my favorite part. When he walks up and embraces me, and he's just covered in the scent of perfume, sweat, and pussy. In his clothes, on his skin, in his breath, everywhere. My knees buckle a little.

And then he kisses me, and it almost overwhelms me, making me lightheaded. I haven't bought any pussy-scented toothpaste lately, so I think it's safe to say he went down on her. It makes my own pussy scream in its restraints. It's been awhile since he's done the same to me, and something about knowing she felt, and perhaps even came under, his lips drives me wild.

"How was she?" I ask, eagerly, biting my lip.

"Amazing," he says a little breathlessly, handing me a plastic bag. He remembered the milk!

I take it and aggressively kiss him again, wanting more of that smell and taste.

"I'm actually quite tired, though," he stifles a yawn, "I think I'm just going to shower and go to bed."

I look on in horror, my jaw dropped a little bit. Sh-shower?! No! I've earned my reward, dammit! Haven't I?

He looks on quizzically for a moment before he realizes what manner of crazy shit is making me look like he just told me someone died.

He puts a hand to my cheek and studies me for a second, "Okay, okay, you've been a good girl," he gives me a quick kiss.

"Knees." The command he gives is clear and concise. Almost by reflex, I sink, my heart already pounding.

His fingers drift through my hair while I unfasten his pants. Tired or no, his cock can't deny nature, and it starts swelling in my hands. And that smell again. Oh, my fucking god. It's like a drug.

I wrap my lips around it like the greedy little slut I am. His cock is just drenched in the smell and taste of her pussy. I swoon a little as I take him deep into my mouth. Just to think, not an hour ago, this beautiful cock of his was buried deep in a woman I've never even met. Just pounding into her, making her moan and scream until she came all over him, until he spilled his seed deep inside her body.

I can feel his fingers scrape along my scalp and can even hear him chuckle a little, reminding me of how loud I'm being, moaning into his cock. You'd think I was the one getting fucked.

I don't even notice that he's right at the edge, again for who knows how many times tonight. I'm too busy sucking his cock hard enough to take paint off of metal and rubbing my hand against the plate covering my crotch like it's ever going to give me satisfaction.

It's a complete surprise when he bursts into my mouth, flooding it with his hot cum. I actually choke a little and some spills from my lips, like an inexperienced young girl. I quickly work to make up for it, licking up the rest of his semen, not wasting a drop.

When I'm finally done, I lean against his thigh and relax, smiling broadly. I think I'm more out of breath than he is. He grabs my arm and pulls me up, giving me another kiss as we move to our bedroom.

"Oh, before I forget, you have tomorrow off, right? I invited her over for dinner, do you think you could make something special?

And now I can't sleep. How do you tell me something like that before bed. It's like the night before Christmas now.

>>4684

He went to go pick her up. He didn't have to, she could have found her way on her own, but he did. I don't think it's a gentlemanly thing, I think it's a 'make your horny wife sit on the edge of her seat waiting alone' thing. Okay, so maybe it is a gentlemanly thing.

Everything's ready, so here I am, indeed, waiting again.

I hear his car pull up and get ready to greet them, but no one comes to the door. I start to get antsy and start peeking through the blinds.

I haven't actually seen her yet, no pictures or anything. Well, I have, but I don't think closeup photos of fresh semen on her lower back really count.

I can see them in the driveway. Not enough to really get a good look at her, the angle is bad and it's starting to get dark. The view is good enough that I can tell they're kissing. Not a 'friendly acquaintances' peck on the cheek either, he's really making out with her. I wonder if any of the neighbors can see. I'd love to know what they're thinking if they can.

As their lips part, he glances over at the window and I instinctively pull back and let go of the blinds. I'm sure he saw me.

They finally come in and put my torment to rest. He walks in with his hand around his waist like she's his lover. Which, of course, she is.

Wow, is she beautiful. I feel like reaching over and high-fiving my husband right there, but I maintain my composure and dignity. I do sort of live vicariously through his conquests.

She actually looks a bit like me. I don't mean that as an ego thing, she's definitely prettier than I am. That's not what I mean. But she has the same sort of auburn color to her hair, the same shape of her nose and cheekbones, the same blue eyes. It's actually kind of endearing that he went out and found someone similar.

But, like I said, hotter. There's no beating around the bush with that one. Not that I have a bush to beat around, but that's another story. Smoother, softer skin, fuller, poutier lips, in better shape, almost certainly younger. And then there's those curves.

There's no denying that I'm a bit of a twig. I don't have very wide hips, my ass isn't particularly full, and I'm barely a b-cup.

I mean, my bras are sometimes a little loose, but it's the right size. That's for certain.

You know what, fuck you, I don't have to justify my tit size. I wear a b-cup, goddammit.

Ahem.

It's clear that she outshines me in all those areas. I dare not guess what size those fabulous things are, for the sake of my own sanity. But they certainly are nice.

He kisses me hello and we make our introductions. She's very friendly and bubbly. I give her a great big hug, so happy to finally have her here.

And I swear I can smell his cum and sweat and her breath. I guess that would tell me what took them so long. To think, his doting wife is at home making dinner for him and our guest, while he's at her place, getting his cock sucked by said guest.

Scandalous.

>>4683

>>4684

>>4724

>mfw

so cute and teasing!

those little internal monologues she sometimes had where she'd go on about how much better the other girl than her and to express her nervousness were real nice

do you think you can refrain from saying scalp for a few posts, though? it always sends a shiver down my spine and not in a good way, dunno how others feel about it

looking forward for more!

>>4724

Dinner goes great. For someone without any Italian ancestry, I have to admit, I make a pretty mean spagetti.

She and I develop an almost instant rapport. I see why he likes her. We get along great and we seem to think on the same wavelength. It isn't long before we're chatting and giggling like sisters.

Well, a sister who's pussy I've tasted on my man before even meeting her. Okay, so maybe it's a poor metaphor.

Still, I was eager to see her fuck my husband before, and now I'm just plain giddy. I'm sure it shows.

I think I'm developing a girl crush. Not like a lesbian crush. Believe it or not, I'm actually pretty straight. Which sounds weird with how excited I get to taste other women on my husband, but the distinction that it's from on him is important. No, what I mean is more like a little girl infatuation. You know the type, when a young girl makes friends with a slightly older girl, and wants so desperately to be like her. She thinks she's so pretty and cool, and starts trying to emulate her in every way. It's like that. Except I'm in control of the embarrassing sort of behavior that comes with it. I think.

A little out of type, because she's like two years younger than me. But the feeling is the same. She's so pretty and charming and I want to be close to her. And did I mention that I want to see her on my husband's cock? Because I feel like I can't emphasize that enough.

And she teases me with it too, intentional or not. She's all flirty with my husband, touching his hand when she talks to him, leaning in and being all giggly. Of course, she does it to me, too.

With dinner finished, we all get up to go to the living room, to sit where it's more comfortable. I instinctively reach for the dishes to clear the table first, but she grabs my hand and tells me it can wait. And what kind of wife argues with her husband's side action?

>>4778

The wine makes us all, though mostly me, a little unsteady, but we make the short trip and sink into our big, squishy couch. It's important that cuckqueans have a nice couch, for those times when your bed is otherwise occupied.

We're still all giggling a little over some joke that I've already forgotten when she reaches over and leans against me.

"Okay, I've waited long enough. I wanna see it. Show me," she says, her tits, as squishy as the couch, pressing against my arm.

"See what?" I asked, genuinely confused.

But she clarifies instantly, lightly slapping a hand down against my crotch, hitting my chastity belt, "You know what. C'mon, he told me all about it. Lemme see."

I blush profusely at her forwardness, but almost like an automatic reaction, I reach down and pull my dress up until I'm exposed from the waist down. I make sure she can get a good view of the shiny metal shield held in place by leather straps that block access to my pussy.

This is apparently not enough, though,, as she 'helps' me pull the dress entirely off over my head, mussing my hair up a bit in the process. The nipples on my little breasts are already hard enough to cut glass. No bra today, he preferred that I not wear one to meet her.

I'm suddenly very aware of how nude I am, or as nude as I can get with my pussy in it's little prison cell, while they're both fully clothed.

She slides down to the floor, on her knees, to get a better look. Her hands find my knees and casually push them apart and back, leaning in close enough that I can feel her breath on my thighs. If I wasn't visibly flushed before, I certainly am now.

"Wow. So you keep it on all the time?" She looks up at me with genuine curiousity and fascination.

"Most of the time. He has to remove it every week or so, to make sure I get properly cleaned underneath. And sometimes life gets in the way and I have to have it off. Like if I'm sick or if we have to be away from each other and it would be a problem. Though I'm still in denial at those times, I'm just sort of on the honor-system."

She gives me the teasing sympathetic eyes, "So no orgasms for you? And no touching on your own?"

"Only when he wants me to have them," I reply, feeling a little breathless. Fuck, do I ever want it right now.

"It's been about a month, right now," my husband chimes in so casually from the side of me.

"Aww, you poor thing," I can't tell if she's mocking me or being sincere. I don't really have time to process it as she pushes my knees back and exposes me more.

"But I guess your rear's open for business, though?" Instead of a reply, she gets a sharp gasp as she reaches through the whole in the back of the chastity belt and I can feel her fingertip press against my tight little hole.

"That's usually where I take her, lately" my husband says, smiling at my reaction, "She likes to act like she doesn't like it, as if I can't tell how eager she gets."

I shoot him a grumpy glance, "I have to savor the attention I get," I look back to her, "He tells me I can have all the anal orgasms I want, just to tease me, because he knows I can't."

He chuckles, leaning closer, "Certainly not with that attitude!"

She lightly rakes her fingernails along my inner things, "Poor dear, you must be awfully pent up."

Before I can respond, she leans in with a smile and slowly drags her tongue between my legs, licking the metal plate over my pussy. She has a really long tongue, too, because of course she does.

My heart is pounding, and my crotch is getting drenched by the teasing. If she can't taste or smell how wet I am through the slit in the front of the belt, I would be surprised.

>>4779

There's this still, almost awkward moment that hangs in the air as her tongue slides over the metal separating my pussy from the rest of the world. I swallow hard as her big blue eyes stare into mine.

The tension shatters in an instant as she giggles and pounces upwards and onto me. Her lips find mine and her slippery little tongue finds its way into my mouth.

There's a first. I've never kissed a woman, much less had one's tongue in my mouth. There's a quality to it, distinct from kissing a man.

My husband presses in closer from my side, sliding hands on both of us. I try to kiss back as best I can, to give him a nice show, but the suddenness of it all has me a little out of sorts.

No sooner do I feel the heat of his erection against my thigh than I feel a soft woman's hand slide over it.

I still have weird, momentary jealous reactions sometimes. Nothing angry or anything. But there's a distinct moment of 'hey, that's mine!' when she gets between me and his cock.

I reach up to unfasten his fly but she's there again. She playfully pushes my hand away and undoes it herself.

Our kiss breaks completely as she pulls him out of his pants. I slide down to do my wifely duties and get him ready for her. She, of course, joins men.

We're both kissing and licking at his cock, but I try to steal the show and take his length into my mouth. As deep as I can, which is a little over half his length. It's as much as I've managed. He's not a pornstar or anything, but certainly enough to give me a challenge.

Not her, though. She grabs him by the base and steals his cock away from me like the thieving little seductress she is.

She takes his whole length in an instant. Like it's nothing. No slowly getting used to it until you can work it into your throat. Was this bitch born without a gag reflex or something?

I can even see the bulge in her throat flexing around him. It must be good, he's certainly moaning enough.

I slink down to the only part she's left me, and start sucking his balls into my mouth. Only I find her there too, her tongue reaching out past her lower lip to lick over his balls.

I'm going to have to ask her if she can teach me some of this, when we're done.

But we don't finish him there. He give our shoulders little taps and eases us back off of him.

She barely even has to catch her breath. She just adjusts her hair and starts unbuttoning her blouse. When the bra comes off and those soft tits of hers bounce, I feel instantly put in my place. She's so casual about showing her physical superiority.

She gets up and shimmies out of her skirt and panties, then stretches her arms, as if to rub it all in. She's got a neatly trimmed little patch over her pretty little pussy. Submissive little girls like me don't get to have pubic hair. Women do.

"Your wife is pretty good with her mouth, baby," she addresses my husband like he belongs to her. I can't tell if she's mocking me or just being genuinely sweet. Her behavior so far suggests the latter. Not sure which gets me hotter.

"Do you think she should give me a little attention?" she asks, sinking into the chair across from us, her legs sliding open.

I… what?

I should mention at this point, if it hasn't been made clear, I've never been with a woman. I'm straight. Heterosexual. Likes the D.

Yes, I like to suck another woman's juices off of my husband. Yes, I can find women sexy. Yes, it gets me off (figuratively) when I see other women on my man.

But I've never been directly involved with them. I've only watched. The other women haven't really been interested in me on a physical level, and my husband hasn't pushed me to it. That kiss before, that was the closest I've come to being with a woman.

My heart is pounding as I try to process this. Then my husband answers.

"Yes, of course."

>>4800

I looked to him, wide-eyed. Not angry or hurt, just surprised at the suddenness with which he decided to dictate my sexual orientation.

God, I do love it when he takes command like that. So calm and nonchalant about being dominant over me, like there's nothing in the world that could ever challenge him. Good thing this belt is rust proof.

"Honey, I… I mean you know I've never…?"

He takes me by the hand and tenderly pulls me into his lap, "It's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not going to force you."

I bite my lip glancing over at her and back to him.

"But I do want you to. It would make me very happy if you would go down on her for me," he gives me a soft kiss, just letting me think for a moment.

And that's it. I don't know how he does it, but he has a way of making me want to do whatever he asks.

So I get up and walk across the floor, naked save for my chastity belt, and kneel before her. She gives a pleased, almost smug, little smile, sitting there with her perfect tits with their perfect nipples hardening.

She reaches down to spread open those soft pussy lips of hers with one hand, the other beckoning me forward with a single finger.

I swallow. No going back now.

I lean in between her spread legs. That scent. I swear even her pussy smells sweeter. It's overwhelming.

My tongue finds her bright pink folds and she shivers in response. I'm a little at a loss for what to do. I try to remember what it was like.

My husband is the only man that's ever gone down on me. No other man I've been with had the interest, and I didn't have it in me to ask. That was early in our relationship, before established our dynamic, even before we began cuckqueaning.

Goddamn was it good. I've never cum so hard or so many times in my life. Now, of course, it's forbidden to me. I get to watch him eat out other women, and apparently now, I get to do it for him. But I don't get my pussy licked anymore.

So I try to remember what is was like. What touches felt good, what speed was the best. I try to remember how he did it to me, how he did it to other women while I watched.

She has this pleased smile on her face as she watches me, fingers playing with my hair. I don't know if she's pleased at the feelings, or if she's just pleased that she was able to make me do it.

I lick and suck her folds, I dive my tongue inside her, slide it over her clit. She gives little moans and murmurs, but I can't help but feel like an amateur, like a little girl who doesn't know how to please her partner.

The dizziness makes it even harder. I'm so overwhelmed with all this, the smell, the taste, the feel, the knowledge that my man is making me perform these acts for another woman. Another woman that he's going to fuck when I'm done. My whole world is a blur.

>>4801

I feel a masculine hand slide over my ass and up my back. He sits beside me. I can feel his eyes watch me and I drench the inside of my belt even more than it is.

"You're doing great, sweetie. Now I want you to use your fingers, too," he says in a gentle, reassuring tone.

I reach a hand up and slide an index finger into her little hole. She's tight. Like, amazingly tight. It's been awhile since I've been allowed to put my fingers inside my own pussy, but I don't remember it being this tight. My heart races a little faster, knowing how great this will feel around his cock.

"Use two," he tells me, and I do. I slide a second finger in alongside the first. It doesn't seem like it would fit them both, much less accommodate his cock, later, but her body eagerly accepts them. I can feel her squeeze around my fingers, and I receive little tugs to my hair.

He gently grasps my hand and starts moving it back and forth, pushing up a little as he slides it back in, guiding my movements.

"Now, her clit," he tells me, and I remember my mouth isn't busy. I wrap my lips around her little nub, looking to him for approval.

He nods and makes a swirling motion with his finger, which I interpret easily enough. I start swirling my tongue around her clit as I suck on it, giving a little more pressure.

"That's it, you're doing great," he smiles warmly at me, "Now I want you to speed up. Use a little more pressure. Don't worry, she's had much rougher."

I swoon a little, but manage to remain focused at my task, as he so casually reminds me what he did to this very pussy just last night.

She starts to pant heavily and leans back so that her breasts almost obstruct my view of her. Her fingers knead my hair like a kitten and her legs spread wider as she presses up against my fingers and mouth.

"Keep going," he whispers to me, "she's almost there. I want you to make her cum. Can you do that for me?"

I look at him and nod meekly, or do so as much as I can with my lips and fingers busy.

His eyes on me are intoxicating as she gets nearer and nearer, "Remember, don't stop. I don't think I need to remind you what a ruined orgasm is like. We wouldn't want that for our guest."

I swallow hard, remembering that familiar feeling of having my pleasure ripped from me after being denied for so long. But I have no time to dwell on it, as she finally reaches the edge and explodes into orgasm.

My motions speed up and intensify trying to give her the best experience possible. Working hard to please this woman's pussy while my own goes without. It's intense, she isn't a quiet one, writhing and moaning and grinding on my face.

When she finally subsides, we are both drenched. Me, soaked in the juices of her climax, her, in a thin sheen of sweat that makes her glow in the dim light.

"That was excellent, dear," my husband tells me, kissing my pussy soaked lips, "I'm going to have you prep my lovers from now on."

>>4802

Love the wife learning to please the husband's lovers bit. Before long she'll be a expert at getting them ready and cleaning them up.

>>4802

Once she recovers from her climax, he barely gives her a second to rest. He pulls her by the hand and kisses her, before practically throwing her onto the couch, face first, with her lovely round ass sticking up.

I, of course, am left where I'm kneeling, still covered in another woman's fluids while I hear the sounds of her pleasure as my husband pushes his way into her from behind.

I get up and follow them over. I'm no use to either over here. A quick glance shows that he is very much in her pussy, not her ass. He wouldn't bring home a woman that did not make herself completely open to him, but nonetheless, he usually uses their pussies. I don't know if he just prefers it or if it's because he denies me, and thus has to get it somewhere else. Either possibility makes me nuts and horny at the same time.

I sit at the end of the couch and pull her head into my lap, stroking her hair. She needs some gentle touches, that much is clear, with how loud she's being. Her pussy was awfully tight, even with how wet I got her. This must be a lot to take for her. He can get rough when he's properly motivated and the punishment is a lot even for me to take, much less her tiny little hole.

One of her hands slides near and I take it in mine, clasping our fingers together. She immediately squeezes in response as his thrusts start to get even harder. I suddenly release a short yelp as I feel a pair of teeth sink into the soft flesh of my thigh. She has apparently decided to use me as a means to alleviate the intensity.

She bites again, sinking her teeth in slow and hard. This time I just grin and bear it. Her hand clenches mine tightly, too. It must be really intense. I can't help but envy a little. Okay, a lot.

But just as I'm envying her, I'm given a little gift of a taste of that intensity. My husband grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. I obediently follow his direction and am seated straddling over her ass, facing him. It sure is comfy and soft.

He kisses me hard. Harder than he has in awhile. Moaning and murmuring into my lips as he sucks on my tongue. His arms coil tightly around my body and his fingers rake down my back, almost breaking the skin. I can feel his hips slam forward against mine and hear the wet sounds of a pussy being ravaged.

The nostalgia for a good fuck like this gets my heart pounding. It's everything about getting a good hard fuck, minus actually using my pussy. I cling to him desperately, kissing and grinding against him like I'm the one being fucked. I remember what it was like to feel him drive inside of me like this. It's been so long. My pussy aches for it, even though I know I won't get it any time soon.

And then it's all over too soon. I feel her jerk and lift herself under me, writhing in obvious orgasm. A few moments later, his heavy breathing and thrusts intensify and I know he's empty his balls into her pretty little cunt. Right beneath me, just inches from my own, lonely little pussy.

He slides out of her and lets me down laying beside her with his softening cock glistening from her pussy.

I know my job. I eagerly slide down and wrap my lips around his cock. That fucking taste. I love it more every time. I greedily suck up every drop of pussy juice and stray cum I can find, cleaning his cock before moving onto what dripped onto his balls, legs, and stomach.

I can't help but notice a pair of sparkly eyes from the side, watching with a grin.

"Ooh, do I get a cleaning service too?" she asks, playfully.

He looks at me and nods, reaching to her pussy and spreading her lips wide. A little drop of cum starts pouring out, and to my own surprise, I dive down to catch it on my tongue before it gets away.

It's different now, somehow. I was hesitant to lick her before, but something's changed. Maybe I just broke down the barrier, maybe it's because she's been pumped full of my man's seed, but find myself reacting before I even think about what I'm doing.

My lips are pressed hard to her little hole and I'm hungrily sucking his cum out of her and swallowing it just as fast. My tongue dives in and reaches around, seeking more of it. I lick all around her pussy, devouring her juices and any trace of my husband's sperm alike. I finally relax and take a deep breath when I'm sure she's clean.

They both look at me with impressed expressions. I think I showed myself to be a giant slut, once again.

We all retire to the bed room and we all spend time cuddling and talking. I get the privilege of sleeping with her beautiful tits as my pillow, while my husband holds her.

>>4820

I wish it was a little less chilly today.

Everything else is great. I got some free time to spend with my new vixen, who's quickly becoming my best friend. I get to go out and do normal girly things, which doesn't happen nearly enough. And I even get some time out of my chastity belt, because my vixen is an absolute darling and convinced my husband that trying on clothes while wearing it would be too much of a pain.

Unfortunately, he did not permit me to wear panties in place of my chastity belt. And told me 'no skirts or dresses longer than knee-length'. When you're used to being locked up 24/7, being out gets you sensitive to temperatures. And it's a breezy fall day.

If there's a silver lining though, the cool air keeps me from getting too wet and dripping down my legs. Extended denial does have a way of making me easy to set off, and always a little wet. I'm still convinced people can smell it on me. Which somehow manages to make me horny as well.

C'est la vie.

But shopping with my vixen! There are few joys quite like it. I get to dress her up in all sorts of sexy outfits like she's my life sized barbie doll. It's like when you try on new stuff to get your man going, but I get to borrow another woman's body that has better tits, a better ass, and quite frankly, just more sex appeal all over.

Of course, once we're indoors, there's no cold uncomfortable breeze to stem the tide of my hungry pussy.

We spend some time chatting and looking at clothes before I eagerly usher her into the changing room with a few things I'm dying to see her in.

It's barely a minute before I hear her call me back over. That was quick. She cracks open the door and beckons me in. I assume she wants me to see her in one of the more risque pieces of clothing.

But as I get close, she grabs my hand and pulls me in. She's in her regular bra and panties. Before I have a chance to ask about what the problem is, she latches the door behind me and a hand dives under my skirt.

I cover my mouth and stifle a moan as feel her fingers on my pussy lips. I shake my head vigorously. No. Not here.

"S-stop," I plead, feeling her fingers slide between my lips, teasing my opening. She ignores me, just giving me that devious grin of hers.

"H-he," I stammer, my arousal rapidly building, "He said no touch. I-I'm on the honor system."

She leans in and whispers in my ear, "He said you couldn't touch. I can do whatever I damn well please."

And with that, she spreads me open and dives her hole middle finger into me in an instant. It makes a little wet sound that, at the moment, I'm sure everyone in a three mile radius can hear. My hands tighten over my mouth again as I struggle to keep quiet.

"Of course, you still can't cum, can you? No orgasms for my pretty little cuck?" she flicks her tongue over the edge of my ear as a second finger pushes up into me, effortless from all the moisture.

I struggle to shake my head in acknowledgement. My knees are buckling and my heart is racing. She has to stop this soon.

But instead of stopping, I feel her thumb press against my clit and her whole hand starts rocking back and forth into me. I shake my head yet again and clench my eyes, nearly in tears. I'm already at my limit.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks, painfully slowly.

I nod rapidly, eyes still clenched.

"Okay, but I need you to do something for me. Will you?"

I nod again. She could have just, you know, asked.

She finally pulls her hand free and I relax. My thighs are drenched, and my skirt isn't much better. No sooner do I remove the hands from my mouth to take a breath, than she pushes those wet fingers past my lips. Like a reflex, I automatically start sucking them clean.

You know, I'm starting to think I might be sort of a dirty slut.

She idly pumps them back and forth, like she's fucking my mouth.

"So, this morning, while you were getting ready, your husband bent me over your kitchen table and fucked me right there. It was a quickie, but still very satisfying," I knew I heard something over the sound of the hairdryer.

"He emptied himself into me. I wasn't concerned about it at the time, but it's getting sort of messy down there. I need you to clean me out, honey," she pulls her fingers out of my mouth.

I look down at the bottom of the dressing room door. It isn't a full size door, it barely covers down to knee level. What, here?

"Yes, here," she says, like she read my mind, "Don't worry, I can be quiet."

I sigh, anxiously, glancing between her and the door.

"But if you don't want to, I guess I can't make you," she twiddles her two fingers around, like a threat of what she can do.

>>4898

I sigh and sink to my knees and start sliding her panties down off of her hips.

"Excellent!" she says, happily sitting down on the bench and taking her bra off.

She wasn't kidding. Her panties are soaked with her wetness and my husband's semen. I pull them off from around her ankles and lean in. God, that fucking scent.

Her pussy is drenched and raw and slowly spilling cum. For a quickie, he certainly didn't go easy on her.

I drag my tongue over her folds and lick up every bit of fluid from the outside before pressing my lips to her hole and sucking it hard. She is being quiet, but not as quiet as I'd like. There aren't many people in the dressing room, but my position on the floor makes me very exposed. One would just have to lean down a little from a few feet back to see most of me, kneeling down with my face buried in her cunt.

Why does this make me so horny?

I dutifully suck down his cum, diving my tongue in to catch anything I've missed. When I'm finally certain I've gotten every bit of his seed, I start to pull back, only for her fingers to grab my hair and pull me in, telling me I'm not done.

I've already come this far, and it's become quite clear that there's no arguing with her. So I get to work. I sure seem to lick a lot of pussy lately, for a straight woman.

I fuck her with my tongue, I suck on her lips, I lavish attention on her clit until it's thick and swollen. I put my fingers in her, I thrust and pump and curl them inside her pussy. I do my best to get her off, just like my husband taught me.

It isn't long before she pops, getting me all wet with her juices. She does let out a few cute squeaks that are loud enough that I worry they'll get someone's attention, but for the most part, she's true to her word, and stays quiet.

When she's finished, I lick up every bit of her juices that I can, getting her squeaky clean, just like she asked. In return, she reaches into her purse and pulls out some wipes, cleaning off my face, my thighs, my pussy (and of course, she manages to tease me a little more), and even does her best to get the obvious moisture out of my clothes.

"Mmm, that was delightful, honey. I'm sure he'll be proud," she smiles warmly at me. I can think of anything to say, so I just blush and smile.

She goes for her clothes to get dressed, but stops to examine her panties, "They're all messy. I don't really want to put them back on like this. I don't want to make a mess of my purse either."

She taps her chin, acting like she's thinking and didn't plan this out, I'm sure, "Oh, I know! You're not even wearing any, why don't you put them on? Problem solved."

She hands them to me, and like the submissive cunt I apparently am, I slide them right on. I didn't even really think about it that much.

She gets dressed and adjusts her hair, "Are you hungry?" she waits for the nod, "Me too, let's get some lunch."

She smiles and takes me by the hand, back out into public. I can feel the dampness between my legs as I walk as the panties, cum stained from my husband fucking his mistress, press against my crotch. At least there's something to keep me from dripping everywhere, now.

Starting a new one. Someone questioned awhile back whether a cuckquean and a yandere are mutually exclusive, and I intend to explore that. Might try making this more story-like, with an actual beginning, middle, and end, and with actual character names and stuff. But I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

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"Juno," he calls my name from the other room. You know how sometimes mothers can tell what their baby wants from the sound of their cry? Well I can tell what -my- baby wants from me when he calls my name. And I couldn't be more clear on what he wants right now.

Without even closing the windows, I get up from my computer and briskly go to him. The search for more women will have to wait.

He's standing idly in the room, checking something on his phone when I come in. Light as a cat, I walk over and kneel before him, immediately starting to undo his fly.

He doesn't react at first. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. Still, I read his face, always looking for his attention and approval; that is the creature that I am. His expression changes slightly as he reads something on his phone, but nothing to indicate he even notices that I'm pulling his half-swollen cock free from his pants.

It isn't until I put him into my mouth that he gives what I crave. That look on his face, a sort of relaxed homecoming as he lowers his hands and leans his head back with a sigh of relief.

"Good girl," he tells me with a groan, fingers running through my hair. I smile a little around his cock, those words never cease to make me giddy.

It isn't but a few moments before he's stiff as a board in my mouth. The hand on my head slides down to my neck and around to my chin, tilting me up, an indication to stop. Which I do, grudgingly.

"You may use your pussy tonight. I'd like to feel it," with that, he withdraws and sits in his chair, leaning back with his cock still sitting straight up.

That fills me with both excitement and fear. I love to feel him in my pussy. But getting to use my pussy doesn't mean I get to cum. Maybe once it did, but he's become more strict with me over time. He's become stronger and more demanding the more I've been with him. He's always had strength in him, but he's become a stronger, more forceful, confident man. I can't help but feel that my love has brought out the best in him.

I shimmy out of my panties and crawl onto him in his chair. I pull back my skirt and straddle over his crotch, carefully positioning myself. I gasp a little when the heat of his cock touches my slit. There's no need to get my pussy ready. It's always ready. Constant orgasm denial with a strict regimen of edging will do that. I keep my pussy, and by extension, the rest of my mind and body, constantly hungry for him. To do less would be to treat his needs as something less than the utmost of importance. Good girls don't cum. Not for themselves. And -I- am his good girl.

Eagerly, I slide his tip against my pussy, reveling in the feel of his warmth against my wetness. I look to him and he nods, giving me the go-ahead to take his cock. I spread my pussy's lips wide and ease down, letting his cock's head enter me.

My fists clench and breathe in sharply. My hips tremble. I almost cum right there. I hold back, though. It's been awhile since he's allowed me this privilege, and I'm not about to go and disgrace myself like that. I take a deep breath and re-center myself before letting myself slide down further, my wetness spilling over his length.

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He grins as he watches me struggle. Which unfortunately makes me even more aroused. I do wish I were one of those girls who can't get off from penetration. The ones that need a great deal of direct stimulation to their clit. That would make things so much easier. But then, the struggle is what shows my devotion.

My whole body shivers as I finally take his entire length. I lean in, sliding my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. My hips begin sliding back and forth against his. I expertly roll and gyrate them as I clench him from within. I know exactly what my baby likes, and I take pleasing him very seriously.

The thrust of his hips catches me off guard, and I almost lose control. I've told him he doesn't have to thrust back. He can just lay back and let me take care of him, if he wants. But if he wants to thrust, that is of course his right, and I will just have to bear the extra stimulation. It's no excuse - if it pushes me over the edge, it's because I wasn't strong enough to hold back. So I just coil my arms tighter, clinging to him and biting my lip as I continue to work his cock.

"How's the search going?" he asks me, surprisingly casually, as fingers trace down my spine.

"It's… um…" I gasp and clench my teeth as he hits a sensitive spot.

"Hm? It's what?" he asks again.

I swallow hard, "Going well. There's… there's one that seems like she might be real good. Her-" I groan, my nails scraping his back, "Her name's Lana… she's into the idea of being a vixen… but hasn't done anything like this. I think she'll want to meet… to meet you."

I catch my breath with a few pants, "And then there's another girl… name's… I think her name's Brooke… I'm not as sure. Didn't seem to care about vixen stuff… but wants to try a threesome… so maybe."

He picks up the tempo and I whimper, trying so hard to hold back that I almost break into tears.

"Good to hear. It's been too long since I've had a new girl. They always seem to flake out on us. Can't wait to feel a pussy cum around my cock again," he smiles sweetly and kisses me even sweeter. His words almost make me cum right there.

It's close. I can read the signs. His respiration, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he grips me and pulls on my hair. Just about ready to pop.

"Baby… can I," I gasp out, "Can I have it… in me?"

He studies my face as his hands firmly grip my ass, "Okay. You've been so good lately, I'll allow it."

I bite my lip and smile with joy. My hips start to rock even harder and I focus my restraint. My arms grip him tightly as I work his cock as hard as ever. As the moment approaches, I suddenly feel a finger, then two, force their way up my ass. I moan out and clench my whole body. If this is a test, I barely pass.

It isn't but another second before he erupts and spills his hot seed into me. I beam a smile as I feel it, such a joy for him to fill me like this. I clench and thrust and pound and gyrate myself on him, milking him for every last drop, working every bit of pleasure I can out of him. Finally, he slows to a stop and brings me in for a kiss, letting me know that I'm done.

I collapse against his chest, panting and smiling, "Thank you, baby."

I can feel the movement of his chest as he chuckles. He still finds it amusing that I thank him when he's done. As if there's any other way to respond.