I know he’s cheating on me. I try to tell myself it’s not really cheating, because we’re not actually a couple. I’ve offered him a key to my front door. I’ve said, “Hey, you can keep a toothbrush here, if you’d like.” He always refuses (politely) to do such things. I’ve tried to keep it casual between us – no pressure. More so when I smell another girl’s perfume on his neck. Also, when I notice the weird way he gets out of bed to answer a text message at 4:30 in the afternoon, not long after he’s just cum in my mouth. – Cuckquean Porn Fantasy

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know I’m desirable. I know I have other choices in men. Online, I get offers all the time. Men even willing to pay crazy money to have sex with me – one man made it clear: $5,000 for one night. – Cuckquean Porn Fantasy

He didn’t even play coy about the situation. I thought about it, knowing it was ALL about my tits. They’re enormous. I’m tall and fullfigured, according to the standard line, but even so they’re still too big. Some guys can’t get enough of them. Cuckquean Porn Fantasy

My cheating non-boyfriend loves them as well. When we’re together, his mouth is constantly inching towards my nipples. He sucks on them, nurses on them, gets a little wild when I tell him I’ve just bought a new piece of lingerie that will let them spill out. At such times, he’s over just a short while later – especially after I’ve sent him a picture or two. – Cuckquean Porn Fantasy

Cuckquean Porn Fantasy

Cuckquean Porn Fantasy And yet he’s going out with other women. I know he’s meeting them the same way he sometimes meets me. In a hotel room. At his place. At their place. On a Tuesday afternoon, when work finishes up early. Sometimes he texts me and then 30 minutes later (and only mere seconds after he enters my bedroom) his cock is my pussy. God, there he is. I sometimes forget how handsome he is, how incredible and big his cock is, and how my friends won’t stop talking about him – even though they only know him socially. I may have fantasy tits, but he’s a catch in every way possible.

I want to make him happy, so I’m always making us dinner and keeping up my looks. Strutting around in high heels and lowcut blouses, or less. And then, before he leaves, I get down on my knees and suck him off one more time. He cradles my tits in his hands, brushes the hair from my face so he can see my mouth and the way his cock just overwhelms me.

All of this is deeply wrong. It can’t last. At some point the contradictions are going to catch up to us. At some point I’m going to demand a real commitment. And he’s going to refuse. And then I’ll be faced with the bargain I’ve made with myself. I’ll have my dignity and self-worth, and yet he’ll be gone. I’ll be uncompromised but without him.

And yet…

There’s something sinking into my mind.

It’s been there always, on the fringes, and I’ve tried to walk away from it, but when I lay back in bed – my vibrator working overtime – I’m NOT thinking about the two us. When I push that cock-surrogate in and out of my pussy.

When I grab my tits and play with my nipples, I’m thinking about her (the mystery woman) and him. The owner of that perfume, which stays subtly affixed to his neck hours after he’s left her. I’m thinking about my cheating non-boyfriend, while pushing that vibrator in and out of my starving pussy, and imaging what’s it like when he’s having sex with her. The look on his face. The positions he takes her in. The way he talks to her.

Sometimes, too, I’m there. I’m watching from the sidelines. I’m sitting in a chair in the corner taking in the scene as he spreads her legs and she cries out. She’s everything I’m not. She’s petite and blonde. She could be one of those perfectly cute little wives that show up in TV advertisements for cellphones. She’s cute and bubbly and – on the surface of it – not overly threatening. She’s the kind of woman who suddenly changes in the bedroom, especially when she sees a cock like he has.

I don’t know how they met, but I know he likes her enough to make her a priority over me. I’m becoming the side-girl…he’s getting something important I can’t offer. I worry he loves her. I wonder if she begs him to cum on her face. I’m certain she makes weekend plans to just suck on his cock, and he watches her even more intently than when I do it.

And then one day, when he’s taking a shower at my place and his phone is sitting there, right on my kitchen counter (maybe because he’s made an intentional mistake – because he wants me to know), a text message shows up. It reads ‘What r you doing baby?’ A second later, another message makes an appearance. ‘Wanna CUM over?’

I know I have a thousand options at this point. One is to cry. But the other impulses are so much stronger. I take his phone in my hands. I type out a request, as if it’s from him: ‘Send me a few X-rated pictures, first.’

Moments pass, and then small perky breasts start arriving. And then, the coup de grâce: her face, covered in what I am sure is his cum. She writes, ‘I love being your slut.’

I’m breathing hard. I’m an emotional wreck. I’m furious and yet more in need of sex than I’ve ever been before. She’s cute, of course. She’s wearing his cum because – I can tell – she asked him for it. I knew it. I knew EVERYTHING.

I’ve never done anything like that, with any man. Only months ago, I suddenly realize, I didn’t know how to be that sort of woman, but now it’s approachable. Still, I can’t even use the word ‘slut’ without feeling awful. Still, I can only fantasize about things without being able to talk about them. I’m better at the dinner then a bj thing. I’m pretty good about letting him suck on my tits. I’ve never told a man I’m his slut. I’ve been offered money for sex, and thought about it, yet without using the word ‘whore.’

I feel like a mess. I feel like I’m nothing to him. He uses me for sex, and I’m not even good enough for that.

I type out, on his phone, a message that will change everything: I type out my address. I type out ‘You like girls with huge tits, right?’

She replies, immediately. ‘God, yes

A Cuckquean Porn Fantasy – Question

I like the idea of my (m)an 22 cheating/me being a cuckquean in my head but I wouldn’t actually go as far as letting him sleep with someone else, and knowing him he’d be against it. However, we have recently tried role-playing this scenario and I am really into it.

So far we’ve come up with a new identity for me and he acts accordingly, I’ve even began msging him from a new account (he knows it’s me). I was just wondering if anyone had more ideas on how to incorporate this kink of mine without actually involving someone else physically.

A Cuckquean Porn Fantasy – Answer

Buy a wig and a style of clothing totally different than yours, talk about “her” like she’s another person not in the room at the moment during everyday conversations, have him meet you out at a bar or bar and hotel and only use your new identity.