Joe is a traditional London cabbie, and a huge flirt to boot. I am Cuckquean If you’ve ever watched the show Taxicab Confessions, you know that cabbies often bear witness to some bizarre scenes in their rearview mirrors. A perfect place for a Cuckquean. Sometimes, they become much more than just a voyeur…
Cuckquean Problem
The Cuckquean time difference between us means we often end up having a chat while he is out working, and I’ve heard firsthand how entertaining his fares can be. I’ve answered the phone and had him quietly tell me of all sorts of fun being had: a man fingering his date; a woman giving her date a blowjob; a woman flashing her tits at him. There were a few times he stopped for a fare and I could hear a slight change in his voice. He would tell me he needed to say goodbye for now, his fare seemed to want to chat, but he would call me back later. But then, he would forget to hang up his phone. And I, always the voyeur, would surreptitiously listen to his conversation, even though I knew it was wrong of me. I would hear him at his flirty finest: complimenting her, drawing her out, getting her to confess to any number of secret desires. My guilt (and my jealousy) would always get the better of me and I would hang up before I heard anything more to stoke the little embers burning in the pit of my stomach.
Over Cuckquean time, I came to the realization that my jealousy was dissipating. I looked forward to hearing him flirt and would become aroused at the thought of him following through and fucking one of these women. But, I also knew the odds of it happening were rare, as most women seemed to just want the little naughty thrill that came from flirting with and revealing themselves to a complete stranger (which was something I could completely relate to!). So, I was content to share fantasy scenarios with him about the woman he had just dropped off and what he would have done with her if she had invited him up for “tea”.
It was a night much like any other—I didn’t have to look at the Cuckquean caller ID to know who was calling. “Hi babe!”, I said, as I rolled over in bed.
“Shut up and listen.”, he growled quietly. My Cuckquean breathing turned shallow as I strained to hear the faint conversation on the other end of the line.
“That’s it, baby… go on, spread your legs wider so I can see that pretty cunt of yours. That’s a good girl. Now Cuckquean tell me again what you want. Do you want me to fuck you?” (there was a pause) “No, you need to tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
A guttural groan escaped my Cuckquean lips as I curled instinctively into the fetal position, hands trapped between my legs, attempting to calm the sharp spasms that wracked my clit. Was this really happening??
“Do you want me to come upstairs with you, baby? Yeah? Ok then, let’s go.” My Cuckquean will listen He came back on the line long enough to tell me he would be calling again soon. Stomach churning, I grabbed my wand, turned it on its lowest setting, and waited impatiently. Soon, the phone rang again.
“Hi baby, she’s in the other room getting ready. Stay on the line—I’m going to leave you on the bedside table so you can hear what I’m doing to her.” I whimpered and whispered, “Ok, Daddy.” and muted my phone.
I could hear murmurings at first and then what I thought was silence until I heard the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing and heavy breathing. My Cuckquean heart was beating I heard him moaning into her mouth… kissing is one of his favorite things. Then more murmuring and the sound of a bed creaking, as if someone was climbing onto it. Soon after, I heard her little moans and whimpers. In my Cuckquean head I knew he was eating her cunt… he fucking loves eating cunt. And now someone else besides me was getting the pleasure of his tongue. I turned up the setting on my wand and started grinding against it. I squirmed on the bed, much like she probably was at that moment.
Her sounds of pleasure stopped briefly and I heard more creaking of the bed. Was he climbing in with her? (I found out later that she had wanted to ride his face while he ate her cunt and he had happily obliged and devoured her.) I heard her start up again but this time, she was louder, her moans turning into wails and becoming more breathless. My god, it sounded like she was going to cum. I felt my own orgasm coming rapidly and let out a sharp, long cry as my legs shook. My cunt wouldn’t stop spasming. I stilled my whimpers so I could continue listening.
It sounded like there was more talking, although I couldn’t hear what was being said. Fuck! Not knowing what they were saying to each other was driving me crazy! But then I heard his moans and deep sighs. Was he fucking her? Then I heard a faint slurping sound and knew she was sucking him off. And I could tell he was enjoying it very much. I clenched the wand firmly between my thighs and started building to another orgasm, my panting falling into the rhythm of his breathing. I could hear it… he was getting ready to cum. “Cum, Daddy… cum for your girl.”, I whispered. There it was—the sound I had been waiting for. That deep, sexy, long moan and sigh of pleasure that puts me over the edge every time. I came hard. I laid in my sweat and cum, heart pounding, and feeling as if I was floating. I heard a bit more talking and kissing, and then the line went dead.
He called about ten minutes later, sounding quite pleased with himself. “Did you like that, baby?”, he asked. “What the fuck do YOU think?”, I retorted, with a huge smile on my face. “Right… tell me everything, Daddy!!”
We relived it again while I put my wand on my clit once more. Events had transpired just as I thought they had. He told me she was so curvy and sexy, that she tasted delicious, and that he had finished by cumming in her mouth. It wasn’t long until I had one more orgasm, the intensity heightened by the intimacy of the moment. No matter how many other sluts he fucked, I knew I would always be his.
