Cuckquean Porn Wife
I enjoy cheating on my Cuckquean Porn wife. There. I stated it. But bear with me. She is involved. She has always been a part of it. Since I was twenty-eight and she was thirty-four, we have been together for ten years, and let me tell you, we have had a lot of fun. My wife, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue, is extremely submissive. Has always been.
She doesn’t mind me watching other girls fuck me; She watches or listens, if I let her, in the chair in the corner or in the guest room next door. I admit it and realize it. I’m fortunate. But right now… Now, I’m going a little beyond the norm.
See, my wife works in the downtown office as a dental hygienist. Additionally, the young high school student who works reception after classes is the person she despises most of all. You see where this is going, correct? because Cuckcake Emma, the young receptionist, is the sexiest little girl I’ve ever seen.
We’ve also been texting. Not much. Nothing outrageous. She wasn’t dirty at all until last week, when she turned eighteen. However, I have a crush on her. Additionally, I will fuck her.
I can understand why Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue dislikes Cuckcake Emma. The obvious physical aspect is that Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue is pretty, but Cuckcake Emma… is a smokeshow. A cheerleader who stands 5’2″ and weighs 100 pounds. She has blue eyes, big hair, perfect white teeth, pink lips that smell like candy, and the cutest little ass I’ve ever seen.
She is an angel, and she has fuck-me eyes, short skirts, low-cut shirts, and legs that are glossy, tan, and delicious. She is a vision. Then there’s Cuckcake Emma’s attitude, which is a little bitchy. Good, good. She has a lot of rage. She came up with bitchy.) She is not held accountable for it, either.
She crosses her arms to show off her massive, perky, bouncy (natural) cleavage, pouts with her perfect, puffy (natural) lips, and blinks with her miles-long (natural) eyelashes. Her opponent folds. each time. Who would say no?
Therefore, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue dislikes Cuckcake Emma. At all. Cuckcake Emma has an affair with the dentists. Cuckcake Emma doesn’t call or show up. Cuckcake Emma does not bother to keep records organized. I’ve heard everything. I’m unconcerned.
When Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue informed me that she would be late the day I first met Cuckcake Emma, I had stopped by to pick up my wife from work and wanted to use the employee snack area.
And boom! This girl was there. She was sitting in the patient area rather than behind the reception desk. She was wearing a small, cropped white sweater that showed off her tight, tan stomach.
Her belly button was perfectly pierced with a rhinestone ring that looked like two cherries, and her tits were big and turned up. Below that, she was sporting a tiny pair of bubblegum-pink patent-leather boots and a tiny mini-skirt made of denim that had been cut short to show off her long, perfect legs.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. She also jumped up when she saw me, bouncing on those enormous, unbelievable tits. Sir! Hi. I am truly sorry. I was simply “taking a break.” She had bit into the sexy pillow of her pink bottom lip and tucked a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear.
“You need to be the new receptionist,” I said. I chuckled. Don’t stress. I keep your secret safe.
She came across the room to me, squeezed my arm in appreciation, and turned her sensual sapphire eyes toward me. Her eyeshadow in lilac sparkled. Strawberry and Victoria’s Secret were in her scent. I also knew. I knew then that I wanted to sex with her.
I had detected a waft of candy-scented hairspray and the sweet peppermint of her gum as she had leaned close to my chest after that. To top it all off, she had turned around to straighten a pillow on the couch she had just left, giving me a look at the round, tight globes of her tanned ass below her skirt and the thin, sparkly pink strings of a g-string above it. I got it.
When Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue and I got home that evening, we had been having dinner, and she had complained about the new secretary. That same evening, I had imagined Cuckcake Emma’s flawless face as I fucked my wife. Since then, I have always imagined her.
I had made it a point to visit the office as often as I could since then. I had assisted Cuckcake Emma with her homework in English. She had been reassured by me that Katie Cooley was, in fact, a slob. Before Game Day, I had watched her fluff her blue-silver pom-poms.
She was just too much for me. She was so perfectly beautiful, supple, and sexy. She always gave me a big, crushing hug to say goodbye, brushed my hand, and squeezed my arm. Her silky thighs, ever-pouting lips, and shimmering blue eyes that rolled back so dramatically were all things I savored when I caught a glimpse of her. The half-visible tan line of a Playboy bunny tanning salon sticker marked her tight ass, that delectable little stomach, and the sharp bones that protruded above her low-cut jeans and skirts.
My wife complained at home, “I can’t stand that stupid secretary.” Nick, you should have seen her today flirting with Steven. She also made Celia cry once more.” I would examine her white blouse, which was wrinkled. I couldn’t help but think of Cuckcake Emma because of her thin lips and her tan pants that bagged at the ass. Months passed.
I started bringing Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue lunch every day, chasing the five perfect minutes I could spend with Cuckcake Emma every afternoon. She was just too much for me. After that, it was her birthday in September.
“Can you believe that the office is throwing a party for that little bitch?” The steam was frizzing Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue’s already puffy hair as she was stirring a pot of noodles on the stove.
She was surrounded by a spotless kitchen. She was a good wife because she cleaned everything up; She complied with every order and request I made. I’ve said it before: I’m a lucky man.)
“What is her age as she turns?” I asked very casually.
She rolled her brown, flat eyes. Eighteen.”
“That’s a major one.”
She grinned. I suppose.”
What time is the party?
“Friday.”
“Mmm.”
“Mmm.”
I no longer wanted to fuck other girls because I was so in love with Cuckcake Emma. Since I didn’t care about how pretty the girls we saw at the bar were, I wondered if Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue had noticed. how I could have fucked a guest if I had banished her to the guest room.
I also didn’t really want to fuck her. Cuckcake Emma was the only option. I was obsessed with men.
I went to the office on Friday, purportedly to meet Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue for lunch. The front room was adorned with pink and gold balloons and a banner that read, “Happy Birthday Cuckcake Emma!” affixed to the far wall. The practice had never hosted a party like that. Cuckcake Emma was always treated with extra care.
Also, hi. She was due it. When I entered, the birthday girl was perched behind the reception desk. She was wearing a short, tight pink dress that hugged every curve of her perfect little body like wet tissue.
Her lacy bra and her tiny thong were clearly visible to me. Hell, I knew she was wearing her belly ring with a heart on it.
“Mister Ellis!” She got up and ran around the desk to give me a hug, bouncing her tits in the process. I wrapped her in my arms and inhaled her skin’s vanilla and peach scents from her shampoo. I desired to bring her up and have her wrap her legs around my waist. I held her close against my chest because she didn’t break away from the hug. I could swear she curled up a little, if it wasn’t my imagination.
“I heard your birthday is today. “Merry birthday!”
With those large, gleaming eyes of ocean blue, she looked up at me. My heart slowed down. My cock swelled up. She might be able to feel it through my jeans, I wondered. Her head barely touched my chest because she was so small; As a result, my erection was almost touching her breasts and above her belly button. She informed me, brow furrowing, “Technically, it’s not until 9:45 tonight.” But isn’t it wonderful that everyone is celebrating?” She stopped, biting her lower lip. However, not everyone desired to.”
I distanced myself from her and allowed my arms to stroke her thin, silky upper arms. You are lying.”
She gave a head shake. It’s real.” She raised her head to look at me with a hint of irritation on her face. Your wife was against it. I’m not liked by her.
I shook my head, ignoring all of the thoughts of Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue complaining at home about Cuckcake Emma. That can’t be true, I’m sure.”
Her luscious blonde locks fell in front of her eyes as Cuckcake Emma shook her head. It’s fine. Women, you know, of that age, typically do not like me.
I mocked her by looking at her from above and below as I pushed her back. Why? I don’t understand!”
With her adorable nose wrinkling, Cuckcake Emma giggled. Mr. Ellis, you always make me feel better.
When someone cleared their throat at that point, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue was looking at us from the hallway when I looked up. Do you have my lunch?” I let go of Cuckcake Emma’s silky arms because I was already missing the perfect texture of her skin as she walked over to us. I gave my wife the takeout bag that had fallen to the ground and picked it up. She gave me a small, close-lipped kiss as she thanked me. I’d stay to talk, but I have to go back in.
I gently soothed her by saying, “I know.” Tonight, I’ll see you.” I added, “Get going,” because she appeared to be interested in speaking. In the clinical fluorescent light, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue’s body was flat as a board as she shuffled back down the hallway in obedience. She was always so adept at interpreting instructions.
After suppressing her laughter, Cuckcake Emma noticed me. I’m sorry, but I just don’t get women like her.”
Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue vanished down a corridor into one of the adjacent rooms. Once more, Cuckcake Emma drew nearer to me. I could see the pink lacy bra that held her swollen tits so well through the front of her dress. She gently exhaled, “Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday.” Innocently.
After that, she kissed me on the cheek with an open mouth as she pulled herself onto the highest point of her tippy toes with a delicate pink-nailed hand. I really appreciate it.” I wondered if it was intentional on her part. imitating the kiss of my wife. demonstrating just how much better she was.
My pants were iron on my cock. I let my hand wrap around her small, constricting waist. I kissed her perfect, supple cheek as I bent down. She was heavenly. She was all there was. I let myself look at her from top to bottom, taking in her sensual curves. I pulled out my phone. Give me your phone number, please. so that when the time comes, I can properly wish you a happy birthday.”
As the saying goes, the rest is history. In one of her electric smiles, Cuckcake Emma showed off her sparkling lips. I would love to! As she reached over the desk to retrieve her phone, I noticed that her dress was splayed out in front of her.
As pretty and pink as her lips were, so was her phone. As I left, she gave me a tight hug and I let my hands just touch her delicious hips. I swear she also held me a little tighter and pressed herself against me more than she had ever done before.
That evening, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue got home late and started making dinner just after nine. We ate salmon and roasted vegetables at 9:45 p.m. As I pulled out my phone to send a text to Cuckcake Emma, my fingers shook with anticipation. Happy Birthday! Before hitting send, I added Gorgeous because I was content after my second whiskey.
A second later, my phone buzzed. As I picked it up and opened the text, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue observed from across the table. It was a picture of Cuckcake Emma in her adorable pink bathroom, topless.
I almost burst out of my pants. She was so spot-on. She had a perfectly toned, flat stomach. Her inflated breasts were outlined by triangular-perfect tan lines. Additionally, damn those breasts. As if there was no gravity in her world, they were superior to what I had imagined. Dime-sized, pink as rose petals, and sexily swollen, her nipples. They almost tasted good to me. A minute went by. My phone rang.
The text read, “Let her sucking your cock.”
I did not pause. I didn’t even consider it. “Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue,” I instructed. Suck me at this location.” She immediately dropped her fork and jogged over to my side of the table, kneeling in front of me. My cock was released harder than it had been in months as she loosened my belt.
Is she involved?
In my chest, my heart was like a fucking war drum. Yes, I texted back.
Let me check.
I took a picture of Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue, which was nothing new or shocking for us. The image was abysmal. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue’s brown eyes were small and reddened, and her makeup was all over the place. Her lips, as they wrapped around my swollen cock, lacked any color or volume at all. I mailed it.
Cuckcake Emma replied via text: LOL.
I shoved my cock into Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue’s placid, submissive mouth. Thinking of Cuckcake Emma’s glossy, full, and luscious lips, I closed my eyes. Her youthful lips. Her lips, just turning eighteen. My cock moved. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue smiled as she looked up at me.
My phone once more beeped. When I looked down, I felt my cock react by lurching. In this one, Cuckcake Emma was completely naked, her little body being perfect, tight, and elastic. Her hips were full and her little pussy was perfectly waxed. I looked at Cuckcake Emma while entering Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue’s mouth. I informed Cuckcake Emma of this via text message.
She replied via text: Good.
Since then, it had remained that way. I had been intoxicated by that girl’s flawless physique and unending sass. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue complained to me the following day that the lazy secretary had poured water all over her files.
That evening, while I was texting Cuckcake Emma about how much I wanted to fuck her, I made Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue lick my balls. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue told me the following day that Cuckcake Emma had made her feel bad in front of a patient and her boss.
Later that evening, Cuckcake Emma sent me videos of herself wearing the underwear I had paid for. From the beginning, we could not be separated. I had no choice. Cuckcake Emma was great fun. She was funny, brave, and outspoken. Every obscene and vicious thought she had, she texted me.
pictures of her luscious breasts, sexy stomach, and tense, wet slit are scattered throughout. I was a lost man. While I was thinking of her, I sent Cuckcake Emma pictures of Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue sucking my dick.
She texted, “Those tits are so saggy,” and followed up with a picture of her pert, swollen pair. Isn’t mine superior?
Better are yours.
To lose myself in those tits, let alone in her tiny pussy, I would have had to saw off an arm. Pussy, she was eighteen years old. I was out of my mind. I and Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue did have guidelines. I had never raped a person under the age of 25. And she never turned down anyone. But Cuckcake Emma was just too good. I had no choice.
That brings us to the present day, one week since Cuckcake Emma’s birthday. Since then, we’ve texted every day. And I must state it. She will be fucked by me.
So I text her. May I accompany you tonight?
She responds with “Yes!” in a split second.
Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue is dishwashing obediently in the kitchen, where I find her. My jeans have a hard cock on them. I stroke her cheek. Tonight I’m going out.”
She stops working and looks up at me. On a date?” Unhonestly, she opens her mouth. Flaccidly.
I say to her, “Yes.”
She bobs her head, “Oh.” You haven’t been out in a long time!” The glint of pleasure and excitement in her eyes makes me happy. However, I have to admit that I would have gone regardless.
I tell her, “I want you to wait in the guest room for me.”
Her throat clearly tightens. She uses her thighs to rub together. Are you bringing her here?”
“I could. As a good girl, I want you to wait in the guest room. To find out if I can bring her back, I want you to listen. If need be, all night.”
“Excitedly, Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue claps her hands together. Yes, she takes sloppy breaths. I will.”
I add with sternness, “It goes without saying, but you’re not to interrupt us in any way,”
Like I’ve flipped a switch, her submissive mode comes on. No, sir, of course not. I’ll kneel in the guest room and wait for you as soon as you leave. Until you get here to get me.”
I stroke her cheek. Nice girl. She smirks. She shines.
I take a shower and let Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue wash me because I want to be kind. After that, I carefully dress in my favorite black silk underwear, pants, and shirt. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue looks on. I picture Cuckcake Emma taking a shower and getting dressed in a bathroom across the street. In the shower, her sumptuous body was exposed. Her flawless skin was brushed by her hands. My cock ache.
When Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue tries to kiss me as I prepare to leave, I gently push her away and force her to her knees. Because she is such an obedient pet, I pat the top of her head like she were a puppy. I would only like to kiss Cuckcake Emma. I know Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue will head to the guest room as I requested as soon as the door closes, so I duck out the door as Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue bows her head in submission. After that, I head out to get Cuckcake Emma.
It’s better than I expected when my date meets me at the end of her cul-de-sac because it wouldn’t do to have her parents see me. She is wearing a tiny black scrap of a dress that has been cut high to show off her perfect abs and low for her perfect cleavage. The material is almost entirely sheer and is tissue-thin, revealing her breasts’ swollen curves and tight ab lines. Her little feet are tucked into high, strappy black heels on her long, silky legs. Her lips are red, and her lashes are black. Essentially, she is a dream.
I take her to Sage, which is the best restaurant in the area. She delicately descends as if she were a fairy and clings to my arm as I open the door for her. There has never been a time in my life when I have felt happier than when I had that adorable little girl on my arm.
I sense a collective intake from the crowd as the door opens, and every person in the room turns to look at us. Each and every customer is envious. The lovely little thing on my arm makes every man want to fuck me. It is known by every single woman. Cuckcake Emma shrinks into me in a sweet, sensual, and delicate way.
I realize that these strangers might mistake her for my girlfriend—a tiny, pretty teen who is twenty years my junior. My mouth starts to water as Cuckcake Emma looks up at me. She has done her makeup in a different way for me only. She appears more mature. Inky kohl creates a shadow over her innocent blue eyes. She is spotless. utterly, completely flawless.
We proceed to the table and settle in. I watch Cuckcake Emma cross her long, graceful legs. I observe each man and woman in the room doing the same thing. I proceed to place my lobster and the most expensive Pinot Grigio on the menu order for her. She, thankfully, provides an amazing fake ID.) She giggles and requests the Shishito peppers and french fries instead—small things that we can share, she explains.
We talk and eat. Cuckcake Emma is delightfully funny, sharp, and a little bit mean. 100 times better than I had anticipated. Hundreds of waiters rush to her aid with every flick of her sky-blue eyes and white-blonde hair. I imagine Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue kneeling in her home guest room. With her perfect, graceful little fingers, Cuckcake Emma strokes my arm across the table with a smile. Cuckquean Porn Wife Sue never comes to mind again. I let my hand find Cuckcake Emma’s soft knee under the table. To grasp her muscled thigh, I let it slide up.
Luxe, the best club in town, is across the street from Sage. Would you like to dance? I inquire.
My heart stops when Cuckcake Emma waves to me and smiles. I would love to dance.