The Cuckquean Dream

My boyfriend comes home at 2am, smelling of alcohol and sweet perfume. I groggily wake up when he turns on the light. I have to rub my eyes embarrassingly too long, to see he has a beautiful blonde standing behind him. The blonde is smiling and giggling.

“This is Dorie. She’s gonna be spending a few weeks with us, ain’t that right babe?” He starts removing his clothes hastily. He then begins to rip Dorie’s clothes off. I want to argue, or storm out of the house. I’m paralyzed in bed watching him strip her down to her lacy lingerie. “Most girlfriends get mad when they’re boyfriends bring me home.” Dorie sits on our bed naked, making herself at home. “You’re not even putting up a fight.” Her laugh rings in my ears, so light and feminine. She touches my naughty parts casually, “look Cal.. she’s actually soaking wet! This is gonna be a fun few weeks.. I might even move in.”

Cal climbed into bed beside me, Dorie began to suck his cock. As she ravished his cock, she would cut her eyes at me.

Dorie straddled my boyfriend, and began to ride him. Dorie reached over and began to twist and pull at my nipples.

“Cal, I bet you didn’t think your girlfriend was going to be the perfect cuckquean?” Dorie looked down at my boyfriend with lust in her green eyes. She continued to ride him, she leaned down to kiss Cal. She whispered in his ear, “Go ahead and cum in me.. We have the perfect cleanup girl right here.. isn’t that right Jas?”