Cuckqueen Stories – Cuckqueen Stories Shelly was the first person I met three years ago at a club.They had been club hopping with a girl she was with who I knew from high school.
I was introduced to her by an acquaintance from high school, and as soon as she spoke, I fell in love with her. I knew I loved her the moment we met, and I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this.
Additionally, I was aware that she was way out of my league. She walked the earth like a goddess. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly’s body is flawless in every way. She has an ideal body shape and skin that is so flawless that she resembles a Greek sculpture. She also has the most adorable smile, vivid blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde hair.
I was captivated right away. I immediately realized that I had to have her. I had no choice but to marry her and claim her as mine for every reason. Everything suddenly changed for me because she was my life. From that point forward, everything was now either “before Cuckqueen Stories Shelly” or “after Cuckqueen Stories Shelly,” and that was how I defined my life.
She did, and I was amazed that she would even consider speaking with me. I was a slave at her feet, brilliant and witty. When she agreed to go out with me, I was overjoyed and barely made it through the workweek until our date on the following Saturday.
On our first date, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly got what she asked for. I was so glad to be seen with this ideal goddess that I was strolling on mists the entire time. She grabbed my arm and walked alongside me into the theater and restaurant on that first date, which is the only thing I can really remember. And the way my date caught everyone’s attention with wide eyes.
Since I didn’t really think our relationship would last, I didn’t think too far ahead on that first date. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly’s interest in me wasn’t really high enough for me to keep going out with her. I was awkward, nervous, and a stumblebum at first, but by the end of the night, I felt much better and more optimistic. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly had actually appeared to be having fun with me.
Despite my doubts that she would accept, I was able to muster up the courage to ask her out on the following Saturday. However, she surprised me by inviting me to her apartment for dinner the following evening.
After dropping Cuckqueen Stories Shelly off at her home that evening, I drove home in complete apprehension. Her lipstick was still clinging to my lips and her perfume lingered in my vehicle. I couldn’t believe that she had actually kissed me and leaned in at her front door. Also, it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek; Right on the lips, it had been a long, slow, full kiss. When I opened the door and entered my solitary apartment, I was still in pleasant shock.
I had every intention of stripping down, taking Cuckqueen Stories Shelly’s mouth-wiped napkin from the restaurant, and masturbating wildly as if she were giving me a blowjob. I couldn’t bring myself to ruin the cloth that had been so close to my lips when I had just kissed them, so I didn’t do it for some reason. The napkin was stored away in my Cuckqueen Stories Shelly “keepsake” box, which I expanded significantly over the following few months.
After dating Cuckqueen Stories Shelly for a few months, I was comfortable enough to discuss sex.Although I wasn’t an expert, I had dated enough women to have some experience with women. Prior to Cuckqueen Stories Shelly, I had dated six women, one of whom I had dated for several months and had been intimate with repeatedly until she finally moved to another city for her job.
I hadn’t told Cuckqueen Stories Shelly about sex in the hopes that she would, but after twenty dates, I thought it was time. I had stopped completely masturbating when I met Cuckqueen Stories Shelly, and it had been months since I had an orgasm, which you might not believe.
As you can imagine, as time went on, my dreams got wetter and wetter, and I finally felt compelled to talk about it.
When Cuckqueen Stories Shelly told me that she never liked sex and even though she “loved” me, she didn’t want to have sex with me, you could have driven a truck through my mouth.
When I was able to swallow and close my mouth, I realized what she had said. After that, I started to worry that I had crossed a line and risked losing her. I began to tell her how unimportant sex was to me, that even if we never had sex, I would still be happy, and that I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed her. I also begged her forgiveness.
She apologised to me for her failure and rewarded me with a radiant smile. She stated that she wished she could have sexual pleasure and that if she ever did, she would do so with someone who was as sensitive and understanding as I was.
To cut a long story short, we tied the knot three months later. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly represented the ideal bride. Her newly tanned flawless skin complemented her lacy white wedding dress perfectly. I can securely say that Cuckqueen Stories Shelly was the most wonderful lady anybody could expect to see.
The men at our wedding kept looking at her, and I could see their speculative expressions as I watched. Every one of them, I was aware, was fantasizing about getting married. I was, too, and Cuckqueen Stories Shelly’s insistence that we kiss made our wedding night memorable. Surprised and delighted, I was. I inquired as to whether she was certain, that I’d basically acknowledged the way that she didn’t like it and I would have rather not constrained myself on her.
We eventually fell in love. I tried my hardest to make things right for her. I ensured that we engaged in a lot of foreplay and got her thoroughly wet before engaging in sexual activity with her.
I slid into my gorgeous, sexy bride slowly and carefully after mounting her cautiously. I gently pushed her in and out, always checking her eyes to make sure she wasn’t in any kind of pain.
I was aware that my beautiful, perfect wife wasn’t enjoying it as much as I was. The sensation of slipping my dick all through her smooth twat was inciting such joy as I’d never experienced previously. I was going absolutely insane when I realized that I was putting my faith in her flawless body.
My body jerked in response to the most intense orgasm of my life after less than ten thrusts. Since meeting Cuckqueen Stories Shelly, I hadn’t cumbed in nearly six months, and this release was exceptional.
My seed was pulsing into her, and I could feel it. It went on for a long time before I realized I was done, but I kept slowly getting into my bride’s cuss, not wanting the moment to end.
However, as with all things, it came to an end. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly put an end to it for me. Finally, she shifted her weight just enough for me to slip out of her sperm-slick cunt and spill a large amount of my genitals onto the sheets, causing her to gasp in shock and quickly get up before the sheets were completely ruined.
I had no sex with Cuckqueen Stories Shelly for exactly a year after that lovemaking session. She reminded me of my promise to accept her as she was and not pester her each time I brought up sex.
Despite my obvious and undeniable need, it was agonizing to sleep next to her at night. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly made the decision, after several months of this, that we should sleep apart. She felt that it would make it simpler for me. I begged her not to leave me to sleep by myself. Even though I couldn’t kiss her, just being close to her was better than nothing.
But she refused to give in. She told me that she was feeling guilty and that it was making her weaker. She also said that if we wanted to keep our marriage going, it would be best for us to sleep in separate bedrooms. What more can I say? I was putting our relationship at risk by pressing it further.
I didn’t mean to suggest that we didn’t have fun together. Still, it made me very proud to see her in public with me. I got a real boost of confidence from the looks she got from every man who saw her and their jealousy at how close I was to her.
Cuckqueen Stories Shelly made me feel special because she always dressed like a k**l. In public, she would even cuddle up to me like she couldn’t get enough of me. During our first year together, I even heard her tell a friend that I was like a god in bed once. That was nice of her, and it made everyone think better of me. However, I would have given up that respect for Cuckqueen Stories Shelly’s sexual activity in a New York minute.
Our wedding anniversary came next. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly gave me an excellent hand job, but she couldn’t bring herself to have sex with me again. It seems like yesterday to me. She made me strip, sat me on the couch, and beat me up while commenting on how nice my swollen dick looked.
Prior to this, I hadn’t masturbated in several weeks because I had hoped that we would have sex on our anniversary. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly had previously suggested that we might, a few months prior.
I didn’t have much chance of holding out much longer as I sat there naked with my beautiful wife staring at my stiff dick and watching her perfect little fingers wrap around my member. I wanted to wait, I wanted to sit there with my ideal wife, her perfect hands pumping me for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, I was only able to hold out for a few minutes before pumping a torrent of hot cum into her hand and onto my lap and groaned in pain and extreme pleasure.
During my second year, that was the only sex I experienced. That one moves away. Despite the fact that we shared an apartment, I could still see her walking to the bathroom and occasionally catch glimpses of her gorgeous body. However, we rarely touched and only kissed in public to demonstrate our love for one another.
The darkest day in our marriage then arrived. At first I could barely handle it.
I should go to a gathering in Baltimore and wanted to be away over night. This kind of thing happened several times a month at my workplace, and for me, it was just a regular trip. However, the buyer I was supposed to meet with had a severe cold and had canceled the meetings for the week. I didn’t find out about this until I was getting ready to board my plane at the airport.
Before returning to work, I made the decision to stop by the house to change out of my suit and into my usual clothes. However, I noticed a strange BMW parked in our driveway as I pulled up. I didn’t know why someone would park their car on our property at first. However, I quickly realized that Cuckqueen Stories Shelly knew this stranger.
I went into the house and listened as I stood in the entryway, still unable to comprehend what was going on. I don’t have any idea why I did that, why I
didn’t call out for Cuckqueen Stories Shelly, I just had an inclination.
Then I heard a contented moan in a soft voice. Next, another. I stopped dead in my tracks as I sprinted up the stairs and down the hall, smashing through the bedroom door.
My angel was lying on her bed with a large black man propped between her legs, spread-eagled. Even after I had made a noise, he continued to fling her with his lighter-colored butt as it rose and fell.
Cuckqueen Stories Shelly yelled and tried desperately to free herself from her black lover. He wouldn’t let her up at first, but when she yelled at him to stop and called him by name, he grinned and looked over his shoulder at me. After that, he got out of my wife, rolled over on his back, put his head in his hands, and watched me.
The man who had just been plowing my lovely wife caught my eye as I looked down. His enormous, slimy dick had to be at least 10 inches long and ridiculously thick.
It was amazing, bigger than I could have imagined, and it was in my wife’s cunt. I couldn’t look away from it for a second.
I finally looked at my wife after tearing my eyes away from the shiny black monster. Cuckqueen Stories Shelly had pulled the bed sheets up over her head to cover herself.
I just stood there and let the enormity of what I had witnessed wash over me because I didn’t know what to say.
I was being duped by my honey. She was avoiding me, her legitimate husband, while fucking another man. How is it that she could make it happen? How should
she have denied me the joy of her body for so long and give herself to this large person of color? She could not.
I became more irate than I had ever been before. I started making a variety of accusations against Cuckqueen Stories Shelly. I caused a ruckus, and called her everything sorts of names until out of nowhere I felt a catastrophe for the back of my head and my knees clasped.
I was lying on the floor and he was looking down at me while I was looking up at the big black man. He told me with a grin that he had been fucking my wife for a number of months and that all she had needed was a real man to take care of her needs.
I wanted to vomit. Was I not a genuine man? Didn’t I have everything my wife needed to be content? While looking at Cuckqueen Stories Shelly, I spoke my thoughts out loud, but the black man yelled at me, telling me that I didn’t appear to have the appropriate equipment, that I looked like a brat lying on the floor, and that if I wanted to impress my wife, I would get up and fight for her.
To cut a long story short, Jamul, as his name implies, currently resides with us. I still don’t get to kiss my wife, but I can watch Jamul kiss her, and it’s a pretty sight. When he wants to make me, having to clean up after him makes me less happy. Still, at least I get to be close to Cuckqueen Stories Shelly.
Since Jamul is wanted by the authorities, he does not go out with us. As a result, when Cuckqueen Stories Shelly nips my earlobe and tells me how sexy I am in front of everyone, I still feel the rush of all the men’s envy.