Cuckquean Amanda
Cuckquean Amanda could not move, could not think, could do nothing other than to continue peeking through the blinds of her new maid’s room. She is grateful for the darkness that conceals her; she is clad only in one of Andrew’s old, threadbare t-shirts. She feels like an invader, almost, outside her own home, craning her neck to see the couple within. It seems almost comical to her that she is watching her husband seduce the “help.” She questions whether “seduce” is the right word, for she has not witnessed Andrew laying on the charm, he’s barely even smiled.
And yet, the young woman, Maribel, is standing quietly between his knees, allowing him to remove her clothing without protest, letting his hands roam freely over her young flesh, permitting his tongue and lips to titillate her chocolate nipples until they glisten darkly, erect.
Jealousy, hurt, and anger are a cacophony in Cuckquean Amanda’s head; she feels as if she could scream and not stop. Her husband of 23 years. Cheating on her. With a 19 year old. In their own home. Her husband’s hands are spreading the teenager’s thighs so she is standing with her legs apart. Her husband’s hands are rubbing that fresh, young pussy. Her husband’s fingers are sliding inside that girl’s slippery, tight pussy. The little bitch is moaning, undulating her hips, spreading her feet farther apart so Andrew can reach her cunt more easily….
Inexplicably, Cuckquean Amanda’s own desire surges — a tsunami of liquid heat that drowns out all else. She doesn’t understand how she can be turned on by this betrayal. Anyone else would have waded into the bedroom, screaming and kicking and vowing to file for a divorce — yet Cuckquean Amanda can only stare at her husband’s wet fingers and twitching, rock-hard penis. Why? She only knows that she is painfully excited, that her cunt is sopping wet, that her need is urgent, undeniable. She breathes shallowly through parted lips. Her left hand slips between her bare thighs, her middle finger draws small circles on her clit. She watches, her finger moving quicker and harder against her clit.
The action flashes before Cuckquean Amanda’s hypnotized gaze — her husband’s fingers laced behind Maribel’s wavy hair, urging the rosebud mouth open to accept his hardness; brown eyes wide with fear and shining with tears as Andrew’s cock is forced deep into the tender throat; the girl’s stifled groans; the sound of her choking and spluttering; the white spray of semen bursting from her lips; the growl of satisfaction rising from his throat, bursting from his lips.
Cuckquean Amanda knows that growl, has felt that growl hot in her ear while Andrew spilled countless loads of cum into her, on her, and over her for the past two decades. Cuckquean Amanda throws her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream, and rides the waves of her own orgasm. She sinks to her knees, shaking.
Cuckquean Amanda Chapter 2
He’s going to want to go to sleep, she realizes. Better get back to the room before he discovers I’m not asleep in bed.
Weakly, she crosses the balcony to the French door that leads to their bedroom, and then stops to listen for his returning footsteps. Nothing. She waits a few more minutes, listening. Still nothing. No sound of the shower, either. Y returns to the window and looks in.
He wasn’t finished. Far from it, it appears, for Andrew is rubbing his cock against Maribel’s lips — it is hard, hard, hard. Again. His lust is less urgent; he does not force his cock between her lips this time. Cuckquean Amanda’s hand sneaks back down to stroke her pussy. Cuckquean Amanda watches as he whispers instructions to the girl between his spread knees.
The maid nods, and runs her tongue up and down the length of her husband’s shaft. He closes his eyes in pleasure, and gives her more directions. Dutifully, Maribel responds by licking every bit of smooth flesh on his balls. Andrew lays back further to raise his buttocks higher. Cuckquean Amanda hears his muffled voice with another directive. Maribel hesitates. Andrew waits, expectantly.
Maribel spreads his buttocks, licking the exposed anus before her. Cuckquean Amanda watches, fascinated, excited, as Maribel’s tongue darts in the tight opening that Andrew has demanded she service. She licks and sucks and probes for several minutes, constantly checking to make sure Andrew is pleased. Cuckquean Amanda notes that her husband looks quite thoroughly pleased. In moments, Andrew’s growl of sexual climax shakes the walls. Smiling, Cuckquean Amanda goes to her bedroom and slips into bed.
This time, she hears his footsteps in the hallway. The sound of the shower running. Cuckquean Amanda falls asleep, the beginning of a plan hatching in her brain, one hand between her legs.
Cuckquean Amanda Chapter 3
“I’ve got to run a few errands…you want to come?” Cuckquean Amanda asks.
“No…. I’ve got some work to finish online,” Andrew says. “How long are you going to be?”
“About an hour or two — I might do some window shopping at Target,” Cuckquean Amanda tells him. “You sure you don’t want to come?”
“Sorry, honey. I can’t.”
Cuckquean Amanda backs out the driveway, and pulls out into the street. She parks the car at the end of the cul-de-sac that opens onto the next block and walks back to the house. Carefully, noiselessly, she circles the outside of the house, looking in each window. When she reaches the kitchen bay window, she stops, looks closer. Andrew hasn’t moved from where she left him, and is still seated at the kitchen table. He has pushed his chair back a few inches, though. Cuckquean Amanda looks even more closely. She smiles.
Andrew isn’t EXACTLY the way she left him. His pants are unzipped, and Cuckquean Amanda watches, mesmerized by the sight of the maid’s caressing lips and flicking tongue pleasuring her husband. Cuckquean Amanda lets her finger to the walking yet again — and within two seconds of her husband’s roar of pleasure, Cuckquean Amanda’s own orgasm follows suit.
Cuckquean Amanda 4
Another “errand.” Another voyeuristic feast. Cuckquean Amanda is peeking through her maid’s blinds again with her hand between her thighs. But the finger has stopped moving, abruptly. Instead of feverish excitement, Cuckquean Amanda’s face reveals frustration.
Come on, man! Cuckquean Amanda urges him silently. Haven’t you had your cock sucked enough yet?! Fuck that little cunt already!
Andrew does not. As she expects, her husband merely empties his load into the girl’s mouth, dismisses her with a nod, stuffs his dick back into his box and zips up his pants. He picks up the newspaper he had been reading and is absorbed by the front-page story.
Cuckquean Amanda grinds her teeth in frustration. For two weeks, Cuckquean Amanda has watched her husband’s sexual adventures with the maid. She has watched him get a blowjob in every conceivable location in the house, in every possible position.
She’s watched Maribel’s tongue in his ass, on his balls, laving his cock…she’s watched Maribel swallow or choke on at least a half-gallon of her husband’s semen. And she enjoyed her husband’s little “extra-curricular activities” — until the last couple of days. Instead of feeling satisfied, she feels as if she’s been left hanging, deprived of what she truly wants:
Cuckquean Amanda has been craving the sight of her man’s cock sliding in and out of that tight little pussy.
It’s time to come clean.
Chapter 5
Cuckquean Amanda is curled up on the couch, her head resting on her husband’s shoulder. The television is on, but Cuckquean Amanda flips through the scores of cable channels without watching it. She is trying to figure out how to tell Andrew what she’s seen — and to ask for what she wants to see. But she has spent 23 years with Andrew without revealing her true sexual nature; she is unsure she can even start now, but she is determined to try.
“Honey?” she says.
“Hmm?” he asks, still reading the paper.
“—Well, I was thinking…” her voice trails off.
“Hmm? What?” Andrew looks up from the paper, and turns his face to hers.
“Never mind,” Cuckquean Amanda says, and looks back at the TV, shoulders slumping.
“Tell me,” Andrew says, “I’m listening. What?” He puts the paper on his lap.
“It’s nothing, really. I was just going to ask if you paid the gas bill, and then I remembered that I did…” Cuckquean Amanda laughs, self-consciously.
“Yeah, you paid it online. That’s it?” he asks.
“That’s it. Stupid question,” Cuckquean Amanda says. She resumes clicking the remote control.
Andrew peers at his wife closely before picking up his paper again to read.
Cuckquean Amanda doesn’t watch television much; out of the 85 or so channels they have, she only likes to watch the movie channels, the History channel, Discovery channel, HBO, A&E, and of course, old faithful, PBS, which she locates with the remote. PBS is showing back-to-back nature documentaries. She smiles, pleased and looks at her husband, thinking. Then,
“Watch TV with me, babe. Please?” she asks?
“What are you watching?” Andrew asks, his eyes still on his newspaper.
“You’ll see…. c’mon, put the paper down for a minute,” she cajoles.
He looks up, dropping the newspaper next to him.
“Okay, it’s down,” he says, “Why? What’s on? Anything good? Any guns, car chases? Anything I like?”
Cuckquean Amanda thinks a moment, tapping her finger against her lips.
“Actually, yeah, there is,” she tells him. “No guns, but fighting. Some younger guys want to take over this one dude’s operation…they each try fighting him and he has to fight each one of them. And even when he beats the shit out of these punks, they keep coming BACK. There’s blood – you’ll like it,”
Andrew glances at the screen and snorts.
“You’re talking about seals, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Yeah…but not just seals — ELEPHANT seals. Elephants seals in the HOOD,” Cuckquean Amanda tells him.
Andrew grabs the paper and swats her on the thigh, laughing.
“You’re a nut,” he says, affectionately.
Andrew asks “What do you need?”
Cuckquean Amanda shakes her head as she sits back down on the couch but says nothing.
Maribel enters the family room.
“Yes, ma’am? What can I do for you?” Maribel asks Cuckquean Amanda.
“Be a sweetie and bring the big bottle of Tequila, some lime wedges, the salt and a couple of shot glasses, will you?” Cuckquean Amanda requests.
Andrew looks at his wife sharply. Playfully, she winks back. “Shit, it’s a Friday night…let’s get a little drunk. Or, a lot drunk. Sound good?”
Andrew nods slowly. “It’s just that you don’t usually drink – but hell, I’ll drink with you.”
Maribel walks into the room and leans down to set the Tequila bottle and shot glasses on the coffee table in front of them. As she is bent over, the loose neckline of her cotton maid’s uniform falls away to allow Cuckquean Amanda and Andrew to see directly down her blouse at the tops of two small, creamy breasts peeking from a simple white cotton bra. Cuckquean Amanda’s eyes dart over at her husband to check if he has noticed. He has. His eyes are fixed upon the maid’s cleavage.
Maribel straightens up and Andrew blinks.
“Uh, Maribel, wait,” Cuckquean Amanda says.
Maribel turns around, slowly. “Is there something else I can do?” she asks her employer.
“No, no, this is great,” Cuckquean Amanda assures her and flashes her a big smile. “It’s Friday night, though. Why don’t you take a break and have a few drinks with us? Watch some TV?” Cuckquean Amanda suggests and pats the empty space on Andrew’s other side, “Sit down and rest your feet.”
The girl looks uncertainly back at Cuckquean Amanda, who nods and pats the couch again. “Sit!”
Maribel lowers herself to the couch next to Andrew, careful to keep her thigh from touching his. Andrew, too, is sitting stiffly and looking a little uncomfortable. Cuckquean Amanda looks from the maid to her husband and lets out a little laugh.
“Gee, peeps, loosen up…! Here, this ought to help a bit,” Cuckquean Amanda leans forward and fills both shot glasses. She hands one to her husband, who takes it and watches Cuckquean Amanda try to give the other to Maribel.
“Oh, no, I don’t drink,” Maribel tries to decline the alcohol, shaking her head and smiling.
“You don’t drink?” Cuckquean Amanda asks.
“I’m still under 21,” Maribel explains.
“That’s right, you’re, what – nineteen?” Cuckquean Amanda asks.
“I’ll be twenty next month,” Maribel informs her.
“Well, nineteen’s definitely old enough to have a drink with us here at home. Only nineteen years old, huh? Wow. Well, have you EVER had a drink?” Cuckquean Amanda presses her.
“Yes, at my cousin’s wedding,” the girl tells her. “Just a little bit, though.”
“Did you like it?” Cuckquean Amanda asks.
“Yes, I did like it. My sisters and I laughed a lot. It was fun,” Maribel recalls, smiling faintly, remembering how they’d all giggled and gotten tipsy. “That was champagne, though.”
“Well, Tequila’s a little different, but it’s pretty fun. Okay, lick the back of your hand, like this,” Cuckquean Amanda demonstrates, “and then shake some salt onto it,” she shakes some salt onto her wet hand. “Now, take your shot of tequila,” Cuckquean Amanda opens the girl’s hand and presses the shot glass against her palm and squeezes her hand around the maid’s smaller one, forcing her to hold it. “Now, lick some of the salt off your hand and then throw the shot down your throat and swallow. ALL OF IT. Then, suck on a lime wedge. Got it?”
Maribel is confused. “I’m not sure.”
“Here, watch Andrew and do what he does,” Cuckquean Amanda instructs.
Maribel’s eyes lock on to Andrew.
“Okay, follow me,” Andrew tells her and hold up his hand, palm down, between them. “”Lick your hand and hold it up next to mine,” shyly, the runs her tongue across her skin and raises her hand next to his. Andrew sprinkled salt over the backs of their hands. “Ready?” he asks Maribel, raising his glass and clinking it against hers. “Cheers! On the count of three….one….two….three….!”
Andrew licks the salt and throws his head back, pouring every drop of the fiery liquid down his throat and swallowing. With a flourish, he up ends the shot glass and bangs it down upon the coffee table. Maribel is struggling to gulp it down, failing to stop herself from coughing and spluttering. She turns her glass upside down and places it on the table next to his and looks to him, her eyes watering, for approval.
“Great job!!!” Andrew says warmly, and pups a lime wedge between her lips.
“It burns,” Maribel says, sucking on the fruit.
“It gets easier…you just need to drink some more,” Cuckquean Amanda tells her, turning the shot glasses over and refilling them. “Here,” she says, handing them each another full shot, “Drink up!” They do. Cuckquean Amanda pours a couple of shots for herself after three more rounds for her hubby and maid.
Cuckquean Amanda isn’t drunk, like they are, but she does feel a warm buzz in her brain. Andrew is gesturing to the television screen and laughing like a madman with their teenaged maid, and she is giggling, her face bright red, slapping his leg when he makes some outrageous remark.
“I don’t believe it….” Mirabel was saying. “What is it called again?”
“An oosik,” Andrew answers. “OOSIK.”
“OOSIK,” she repeats, “a walrus penis?” “A walrus penis,” Andrew confirms. “It’s a penis that is made of bone so it’s always hard and it’s about six feet long. Bigger than this guy’s….” he comments, looking at the television. “Man, what a life…”
All three are gazing drunkenly at the huge flat screen TV. On the television, mating season has begun. The beach is packed with elephant seals, huge, ungainly looking creatures on land, but graceful in the water. The camera focuses on the alpha male elephant seal as he wages a fierce battle with a young rival male.
Within just a few minutes, the challenger runs away and disappears in the ocean. Victorious, the alpha male surveys the harem that he has managed to retain. There are almost 80 females in his harem, and he immediately mounts the nearest female, sliding his penis inside of her, depositing his sperm. The mating has only taken a few minutes. He slips his penis out, clambers onto the back of the female next to her and penetrates her with a grunt…
“Wow, look at him go,” Cuckquean Amanda comments, and tries to whistle.
“In my next life, I want to be an alpha male walrus or elephant seal…” Andrew proclaims.
“You want your own harem, huh?” Cuckquean Amanda asks him.
“Am I not a male?” Andrew responds with a snort. “Of course I do…!”
Cuckquean Amanda leans forward and turns to Maribel.
“What about you? Would you want to be just one of the females in the harem?” Cuckquean Amanda asks her.
“…Ummm, I don’t know,” Maribel says. “It depends on how long it takes before it’s my turn again.”
They laugh.
“Does he even keep track of which females he’s mated with and those he hasn’t?” Cuckquean Amanda asks aloud. “Does he know each and every female in his harem, you think?”
“I doubt it,” her husband replies. “He doesn’t have any interaction with them, other then to shimmy up next to them and stick his dick in for a few seconds before moving on. He doesn’t even look at their faces. Not like he’d be able to tell them apart, anyway….”
“Well, there you go, then,” Cuckquean Amanda tells Maribel. “Once he’s done mating with you and moves on to the next female, just cut back into line one or two places behind her – keep doing that – he’ll probably never know the difference,” she speculates.
“Thank you, ma’am…”
“Cuckquean Amanda, call me Cuckquean Amanda, honey,” her boss tells her.
“Okay, ummm, thank you, Cuckquean Amanda, for the advice. I think in MY next life, then, I want to be a walrus or elephant seal cow and hang out on the beach watching all my sister wives get fucked one by one and waiting for our alpha male to get around to mating with me,” Maribel says with a sidelong glance at Andrew and titters, tipsily. “Maybe you can save a place for me in your harem?”
Andrew does a double take as if to make sure he heard her right and seems to be struck dumb.
“Of COURSE he will,” Cuckquean Amanda jumps in. “Hell, I’ll save a place for you in his harem! Right after ME though, girl…and don’t even TRY to cut in front of me…!” she jokes, laughing for a moment, then stops.”To be serious, though, the idea of one male having more than just one female for sex is sort of a turn-on for me. I don’t exactly know WHY, but it turns me on. A male having SEVERAL females turns me on even more. It feels so right, so natural, for one male to plant his seed in so many females.
I think it would be cool to just one more female in a harem of dozens. To watch your shared male make his way through each female toward you, having sex with them, experiencing the pleasure of their flesh just as he will enjoy yours. The idea of a man fulfilling his ‘biological imperative’ to plant his seed in as many women as possible is – at least to me – the truest description of a natural man,” Cuckquean Amanda says, then stops and closes her lips together, embarrassed.
Neither Andrew or Mirabel make a comment. Mortified, Cuckquean Amanda is unable to meet their eyes. Instead, she uses the remote to turn off the television and sits staring at the dark screen, holding the remote primly on her lap.
After several moments, Andrew clears his throat and looks at his wife, eyebrows raised and asks, “Ummm, what exactly are you saying, now? You’re turned on by harems? Just seals? Or all harems? Human harems?”
“Yes. Human harems,” Cuckquean Amanda uses the moment to illustrate her meaning — she reaches across Andrew’s lap to grab Maribel’s hand. Smiling at the girl reassuringly, Cuckquean Amanda slowly and deliberately lays Maribel’s open hand over the crotch of Andrew’s jeans. Maribel tries to snatch her hand back, but Cuckquean Amanda grasps it tightly and runs the girl’s fingers up and down the stiffening bulge beneath.