Cuckcake Story
If you’d like to be more formal, you can call me Cuckcake Mia or Cuckcake Miriam. I really enjoy having sex with married men and getting my genitals sucked out in front of another woman—but not just any woman—but his wife. Cuckcake or sometimes Homewrecker is the lifestyle name for it, but my wives call me Mistress because I am a woman. However, unless I want them again, I give the ladies their husbands back.
I had a blast riding Ray’s thick cock in what I call “Our bed,” just like last weekend at the Andersons. Although I can take it over whenever I want, he bought it for himself and his wife to share. Therefore, it is not technically my bed. His bed and Lisa, his half-naked wife’s bed were there.
Lisa was positioned in her own bedroom’s corner, which I believe belonged to her. She was on her knees with her bra, sweater, and pants pulled down to her knees. While I enjoyed her husband’s cock, Lisa knelt down on a pillow with her arms crossed behind her back.
“Please Mistress Cuckcake Mia, please may I touch my worthless pussy,” Lisa begged me, was music to my ears. Lisa begged from her knees as Ray moaned under me and pushed even harder. His spirit should not be wasted on his deplorable prude wife, and I love it.
My age, which is 24 years, is 12 years older than that of Lisa and Ray. They’ve been married for half of my life. However, I now fuck him whenever I or he wants, usually twice a week.
When they wanted to “open” their marriage, I met them about a year ago. We connected on an unidentified adult website. I wanted to fuck another married man in front of his wife while they were looking for a woman to join them in bed. When I learned that this was Ray’s idea because the poor man needed more than his pretty princess wife could provide, I had to laugh a little. I can tell you that this is far from the truth, and these pedestal women discover just how bad they are when they see me. Everyone assumes that a man’s needs are always met by his wife. a fact I adore.
We finally met after exchanging messages and phone calls. Indeed, I came right direct with them. I told Lisa, “He has never fucked anyone as good as I am,” looking her square in the face. Her look of disbelief and Ray’s look of lust were both beautiful to me.
So we met at a hotel a few days after we met them. Lisa attempted to participate from the beginning, but I made her watch me seduce her man. I get such a thrill when I tell Lisa, a strong woman, to relax and watch. As their man fucks me and cries out for me, I love watching the lust grow. Desire, passion, and humiliation are always a wonderful combination.
I’m not exactly bisexual, now. I’m more of a princess on the pillow. Few things are hotter to me than to watch the little lady I made watch use her lips and tongue on me, especially after getting a nice cream pie from her man. Additionally, it always prepares my new man for another adventure.
Thus, returning to Lisa in the corner. For us, she has developed into quite the cuckquean. She even watches our children when we go out on dates. When Ray and I are making out, I sometimes make her suck his cock hard for us or lick me wet.
Now that I was fiddling her man, she begged me to masturbate. She portrays herself as a demanding mother, wife, and career woman to the outside world. She is naturally submissive, and I helped her discover who she is in real life.
As I rode up and down on Ray’s sexy cock, I enjoyed her disappointment. Knowing that she wanted to play with her own lust-fueled pussy rather than listen or watch “NNNOOO!” was all I said.
The room was filled with the sound of my own wet cunt working the cock in me. Similarly to Ray’s and my own groans. The sound of our bodies coming together repeatedly came at the end of each stroke. Lisa cried out for permission to touch herself and squirmed.
From the sex and the power I felt over Lisa, I came hard. After that, as Ray got closer to his own climax, I let out another orgasmic scream of joy.
She could touch herself, I complained to Lisa. Then I got her to stop a moment later. We both knew which pussy would be most pleased by her, which only served to fuel her own lust.
“As he entered deeply within me, Ray and I moaned out.” Yes, Ray, fill my puss with your sexy, hot cum!”
“Take it for Sexy. Your pussy is so damn good, fuck!”
That and Lisa’s shudder made me smile. She begged to touch herself again, her hands twitching. This time, I gave her nearly a minute before telling her to spank her own cunt. I found her yelp to be soothing.
I turned around and gave Ray a passionate, erotic kiss. He then inquired about Lisa’s desire for more. “Yes, but may I please watch and play with my pussy?” she moaned.
Ray raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me. First, clean us up. Beginning with me, our little cuckquean.”
Cuckcake Story
Hey, so you read that I’m here just to hang and not hook up right? Except that cuckcake thing?
So here you have it: I get off to the kinky idea of my partner fucking another woman. Texting her. Getting to know her. Sexting, flirting, the occasional date. But definitely fucking. Intense, fantasy level fucking. Try your wildest kinks. Explore everything.
To some extent, I’m open to being involved. Initially just knowing, being sent steamy screenshots by the other woman. Flaunting her developing fuckfest with my spouse. Could it develop into being forced to answer a video call while you’re fucking? Maybe. Worse (better?) yet, I may end up in the very room where it happens. Forced to watch them ravish you in front of my eyes.
Cuckcake please apply within 🥵SS/BBW to the front of the line.
Waiting for a Cuckcake
It seems like I’ve been waiting a long time for the right cuckcake to come along, befriend me, get close to me, spend time with me, and then seduce my husband behind my back. I want this cuckcake to enjoy his presence, his body, and how he makes her body feel.
Despite the fact that I know he is mine, I still take what cuckcake wants. sneaking around with him behind my back, but dropping subtle clues about what cuckcake is up to, just enough to make me wonder, hope that’s what’s going on, and fantasize about how he’s focusing on cuckcake and satisfying her needs—after all, she’s better than I am and deserves to be worshipped.
I get wet just thinking about the possibility that he might be with her each time he leaves the house. She’s telling me about her new conquest, one she says she’s seeing regularly and how much she loves being pleasured by, how much she loves his tongue against her pussy, how she rides his face. I nod along eagerly to her story, begging her to tell me more.
Hoping it’s my husband she’s talking about. Instead, I’m waiting to meet the one who will seduce him. I should be waiting for my husband to come home, smelling like another woman. Instead,
Cuckcake Porn
I got out of bed because I was having trouble falling asleep, and I went downstairs to the TV room. I sat in my large recliner and wrapped the blanket around my naked body. After reading a few stories on Fetlife, I watched some pornographic material in which the husband fucks the neighbor, maid, or babysitter.
I was really interested in one scene. The husband was letting the younger woman bounce on his dick, but when the wife bursts in and yells at them to stop, he continues to do so. The husband tells the wife that the woman will not stop and that they are going to have a relationship. He tells the wife that she can leave or follow this new, younger woman’s will.
I exploded while rubbing my clit because it was so full. I squirted on my fingers as I stuffed two in myself during my intense orgasm. My blanket had gotten wet!
My needy pussy gets wet and hot at the thought of having to choose between submitting to a younger woman and accepting his second choice or leaving.
The younger woman mocks the woman for being pathetic after she is forced to strip down in the movie. The younger woman makes the point that the wife will now consume her husband’s cum from her pussy, and he will never again cum in the wife.
Before I could get out of my chair and go to bed, I had to take a few minutes to gather myself after getting soaked on the blanket under my tummy. I had run out of energy.
My husband has stated that if the right woman comes along, he would be willing to make her his primary. This is a huge fantasy. I would have to accept my position as his second-in-command if he let the other woman have her way. He would let her decide how well I am treated, how much I am allowed to be fucked, and how often I am allowed to cum as long as the other woman’s primary goal is his pleasure.
My pussy is just insanely hot and wet at the mere thought of a woman taking control of my life, orgasms, and sexual activity. My pussy throbs with need at the thought that another woman could decide whether or not I can serve my husband. Even as I write this, the thought is driving me into subspace and making me touch myself. My favorite spot.
My entire life’s work is to please my husband. His pleasure is my primary duty as his submissive wife. I have yet to experience the ultimate fantasy of being forced to submit to someone he chooses.
It’s time to remove one. Again….
Cuckcake while wife watches
In a sense, I have some rules. The fact that I do not entertain married men is one of them. I could cite a number of reasons for this, but suffice it to say that it does not benefit me.
There are exceptions to every rule. Your wife must keep an eye on the one here.
She does not speak up or participate. While you scream into my pussy, she sits quietly in the corner of her own bedroom.
Through wet sips, you tell her how good I taste and how warm it feels tightly wrapped around your cock. She is paying close attention.
She watches as our sweaty bodies collide as we cum together in a passionate synchronicity.
We will briefly kiss and cuddle. We’ll plan our next date and possibly snap some pictures.
She will remain seated until I have finished packing and given her husband a final kiss.
Calling for Cuckcake
I suppose you might call me an uncrowned cuckquean looking for cuckcake.
I’ve fantasized for a long time about my Master pleasing another cuckcake woman or cuckcake women and being pleased by them.
I also have a significant degradation kink, and my role would be that of a sex toy that would be used for their pleasure as they ridicule and insult me and force me to humiliate them and myself.
He is willing to participate in this fantasy to the fullest. Sadly, we do not know where to begin. He believes that I should assist Him in finding the right person or people in order to demonstrate that this is what I really want. And I concur.
Although I would never choose someone for Him, I would love to send some curious cuckoos His way for His consideration.
We are interested in starting a relationship online because this is a new experience for both of us. Video chats, video sexting, and photo and video sharing We’re not there yet, so in-person connections are not out of the question.
Send Him a message and start a conversation if you like what you see. He must adore hearing from you, I’m sure.
Unfinished cuckcake story
We live in a modest country house with my husband. We have a lot of privacy because we are the last house on our street and on the biggest piece of land with a mix of forest and field. Since we are nudists, we place a high value on privacy. When we are at home and away from prying eyes, we both enjoy nudity.
Rob, my husband, is the CEO of his company and frequently works long hours away from home. Additionally, he travels a fair amount for work. He is a tall, powerful, and extremely intelligent man. He is successful in everything he does because he is self-assured. He is also attractive, with blue eyes and dark hair. Anywhere he goes, his presence draws attention to itself. particularly with the females. Even when I am by his side, they will often flirt with him. I’m used to it because we’ve been married for a very long time.
I honestly have no problem with it at all. I’m excited by it. He realizes it. I know that. He is the kind of man who needs a lot of sex, and if I’m not around, he will find someone else to “fill in” for him. He always informs me of his plans and what transpired afterwards. It turns me on when he tells me about his sexual adventures with other women, which I find to be extremely hot. Being his Cuckoo wife is fun for me.
I enjoy staying at home, where I belong, as a kept woman. When he is away working or traveling for work, I have unlimited time to devote to myself because I am not working. My personal trainer helps me exercise on a regular basis. I have the most recent fashion trends hanging in my closet, go to the nail and hair salon, and drive a luxury car. I am completely self-sufficient and devoted to my husband and our marriage. I am thankful to have a husband who takes care of all my wants and needs, which makes my life easy.
So, basically, I’m a spoiled and well-behaved woman. In return, I indulge him sexually by providing everything he desires. I dress how he wants me to. He tells me how to style my hair. He approves of everything I do, and I want to do it in his favor. I am completely submissive to him. I’m content with my easygoing lifestyle.
I talked about being spoiled. I do not have a job, but I do have a nice young woman who cleans our house each Friday morning. Megan is a lovely brunette in her early 30s with doe eyes and an insane amount of energy. When she arrives, she typically stays still long enough to enjoy a cup of coffee. In the three years that she has been cleaning my house, we have become friends, and I know a lot about the young woman’s life.
After getting divorced from her high school sweetheart, she has been single for the past two years. Her husband literally gambled away their house and savings due to a severe gambling addiction. She didn’t let that crush her; rather, it motivated her to start a business, and she claims to be happy about it. However, I can see the loneliness in her eyes.
Megan had only been cleaning for us for just over two years when Rob first met her. I knew he wanted her as soon as he saw her because he was absent one Friday morning when she arrived. Every Friday, he started coming in much later. He now even comes with us to our weekly morning coffee. Rob participates in our conversations despite not drinking coffee.
After learning that she was single and not in a relationship, he began flirting with her after a few weeks. He says how good she works and starts giving her cash tips for doing a good job. While we were having sex, he started talking about her. I was aware that he would begin to seduce her and earn her trust. It was only a question of time.
I stated earlier that Rob has a strong desire for sex. Before he goes to work in the morning, we have sex every day, either right after dinner, when we shower, or when we go to bed. He asserts that it is my responsibility to delight him and ensure his continued happiness. He often says that because he takes care of me and my needs, I need to take care of his needs to keep him happy.
Since the beginning of our relationship, he has always dominated me, and over time, he has become increasingly omnipotent. Despite his best efforts, he occasionally exhibits moodiness, aggression, and extreme harshness. He refers to it as a “Playroom,” and one of our four bedrooms has been converted into one. In point of fact, it is a well-equipped dungeon that has a number of high-quality pieces of sex furniture.
Each one is made specifically for his preferences. Both the spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s Cross are made of mahogany wood. He has a wooden stockade, an iron cage, a small bed with a metal head and footboard, and a wall with pegs full of floggers, canes, and other tools he uses for pleasure and pain. The walls have been painted to look like bricks, and the floor has been tiled to make it easy to keep clean. Designs crafted from stained glass mosaic cover the windows.
A vintage chandelier is suspended in the room’s center and painted black on the ceiling. Since it is the only locked room in the house, Megan has never cleaned there. Only I clean that room, and Rob makes sure it meets Rob’s standards afterward. The playroom is used at least once per week. I can choose from a plethora of outfits in the walk-in closet. Some silk, leather, and other high-quality fabrics. I have corsets in a rainbow of colors, and they seem to be the most common.
She told me how fortunate I was to have a good man taking care of me one morning at coffee with Cuckcake Megan before she started cleaning. I informed her that I also look after him. It was only done in a different manner. She asked me to explain, so I told her that I was his personal sex slave who did whatever he wanted and cooked his dinner. She thought I had it easy and that wasn’t at all hard. I concurred and elaborated that Cuckcake sex was more than just having a sex session.
I had no say in what kind of sex we had, and sometimes it took hours. It could have a gentle, soft core or a raunchy, hard core. Other men, women, or groups of people may be involved at times. She seemed a little surprised by that. Are you referring to orgies?” She inquired.
I explained that Rob will occasionally bring Cuckcake someone home, and that I am expected to please them. Sometimes he brings a Cuckcake woman home, and I’m told to watch or stay away so they can have sex by themselves. She was completely dazed by this. In order to process that information, she sat for a brief period of Cuckcake silence.
She said that she needed to start cleaning right away or she would fall behind schedule after a short while. I had never shared anything so intimate with her before. She only saw a loving couple from the outside, with a spoiled wife and a hardworking man. A few minutes before Rob entered the morning room, she had left the room. He appeared dissatisfied because he had not seen Cuckcake Megan. I informed him of our conversation and invited him to join me.
He seemed thrilled that I had told her about our relationship. “You are the best wings wife a man could ever ask for,” he declared. Before he began to charm her, I informed him that she might need today to process that information. He agreed and stated that he would work from home today in his office. Come and suck my dick before I leave.” He spoke softly. I compiled on his instruction.
As he stroked my Cuckcake hair and got down on my knees, he told me how he wanted to feel Megan’s mouth against his cock. how the seduction was always his favorite part, and how he can’t wait to start seducing her. Before going naked to his office, he let me work hard on him. He was sure hoping Megan would see the magnificent cock, but she was working upstairs. She must have been in the gym, from what it sounded like. She wouldn’t get to see his muscular body today. Because she wasn’t ready, that was fine. Yet.
I went into the gym to do naked Cuckcake yoga after Cuckcake Megan left. I always covered myself with a sarong when Cuckcake Megan and I were having coffee. She was Cuckcake covered when she was around for her comfort, even though she was aware that we are nudists. However, once I entered the gym, I began my yoga practice with the door open. I was aware that she would come across me in the hallway at some point. I wanted her to. Cuckcake!