Cuckquean Satisfaction
Cuckquean Satisfaction the story so far – Wayne and I (Gemma) were together for about 5 years before all this stuff started. When the contents of this story took place, I was 26 and he was 28. We had lived together for a couple of years at this point and it was looking more and more like we were going to be together for the long haul.
Wayne’s GORGEOUS. Tall and strong though not like, muscled out with abs and everything. He worked out a couple times a week but didn’t make it his whole life, you know? He’s a hottie, but not in the way you might see in an insta thirst trap or something.
I’m pretty too, at least I think so. Long blonde hair, short, skinny, kind of a basic-bitch style but Wayne never complained. Wayne was never big on compliments in general, but he showed me how attractive he found me in other ways. When we first got together the sex was CONSTANT. Every room in the house, in the car, once in public. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and I LOVVVVEEEEDDDD it. Who wouldn’t? A sexy man all over you? Sounds pretty great.
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Over the years though, it kind of calmed down. Or rather, I did. Wayne never stopped trying to initiate sex. He was ALWAYS horny and while I did take it as a compliment, my libido went down over time and I just wasn’t able to keep up. Which led us to this whole scenario.
At the time of the proposition, it had been about a month since Wayne and I had sex, and there was probably a month between then and the time preceding it as well. I loved him, I thought he was hot, I just never got turned on in the same way he did for some reason.
We hadn’t really talked about it, but I could still tell it was starting to drive him crazy. So, when I hung out with my best friend Cuckquean Satisfaction Liz and heard about her struggles, it felt like everything clicked into place in a weird way.
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In highschool, we were an unlikely pairing of best friends, I’m your typical Uggs and leggings, Taylor Swift fan. Cuckquean Satisfaction Liz mostly wears torn fishnets under a dark skirt and a black tee shirt with some band name in a font I couldn’t read. We got paired up for a project back in highschool and have been besties ever since.
Tess and I spoke every day, either through text or phonecalls, but actually hanging out didn’t happen all the time back then. So when she suggested a girls day to get brunch and our nails done I was so on board.
She was easy to find at the brunch spot, her dark hair and clothes standing out among the sea of more summery colors.
“Hey baaaabe!” I said, walking up behind her.
She jumped out of her seat and turned around, doing a little dance before giving me big hug.
“OH MY GOOOOD Gemmaaa I’ve missed you too much. Sit down I got you a mimosa coming.” She said back, smiling and holding my hand.
Her tits almost jumped out of the deep cleavage in her top as she plopped back into her seat.
“Damn girl, we’re getting brunch not DICK, you’re dressed to impress” I laughed as she readjusted her breasts in her shirt.
“God I wish we were!” She said through a fit of laughter, “And you never know Lor, maybe there’s some well-endowed single man just dying to meet a curvy goth girl this morning.”
We both laughed at that. Nearly everyone here looked like they just came from church, families with children and young couples seemed to be the main clientele.
We hung out, got a little tipsy, and talked about what’s been going on in our lives. I opened up to her about the issues I’ve been having around sex. How despite how sexy I find him, that my libido has just been basically nonexistent recently. And how I know not having sex was affecting him. She had a very powerful reaction at that.
“GOD! I wish I could make my sex-drive less powerful, I haven’t had sex in a YEAR Gemma, I’m losing my fucking mind over here.” She said, before catching herself, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to make light of what you’re going through.”
“Oh I didn’t take it that way. I’m sure that’s how Wayne’s feeling too. God maybe you should just fuck him, two birds one stone!” I said, laughing at my own joke as I raised my cup to my mouth.
“I would in a fucking heartbeat” Cuckquean Satisfaction Liz replied, not a hint of laughter in her voice.
I almost choked on my drink.
“Not that… Oh my god I’m sorry.” Tess said, flustered, “I’m stupid fuckin’ horny Gemma I’m sorry.”
We laughed about it and went on with our day. We finished with brunch, both quite tipsy now and headed to get our nails done. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe that was the perfect solution. I knew I could trust Cuckquean Satisfaction Liz. Maybe it could be a purely mechanical, non-emotional, way to satisfy the needs of the two most important people in my life. I didn’t think she was exactly his type anyway so I wouldn’t feel threatened or anything. Wayne chose ME after all, so I doubted he’d be more attracted to a curvy goth girl than petite and basic me.
But there was a big question I wasn’t considering, would Wayne even want this? I’m sure in a perfect world he’d rather I just have a higher libido. Would he be attracted enough to Tess to even want to try? What would he think of me for suggesting this? One thing was clear though. Wayne would get more and more frustrated if my sex-drive continued on this trajectory. I needed to do something.
As we were getting ready to leave the salon I turned to Cuckquean Satisfaction Liz,
“Hey real talk, would you actually want to have sex with Wayne? I won’t be mad I promise.” I said, doing my best to convey my genuine curiosity. I fiddled with my hands and broke eye-contact. Feeling the awkwardness of my question snake around my heart now that I had voiced it.
“Uhhhhh…” Tess began, trying to find words to the world’s strangest question, “I mean. He’s hot, and I AM horny as fuck. But it’s not like I would put myself between you and your man.”
She wasn’t getting it. I admired her response, honest but establishing her boundaries and loyalty to me as a friend. But she wasn’t picking up on the question I was ACTUALLY asking her. Too deep in now, Gemma, gotta be more direct.
“What I mean is… if he wanted to, and I was cool with it, would you do that for me? He needs it Tess, I can see how frustrated he is with how things have been between us.” I squeaked out, feeling embarrassed for even saying it out loud.
“Babe, are you sure? This is something pretty intense you’re asking. And I don’t wanna get all worked up for nothing.” She laughed, “Yes, I would love to, but only if you’re ACTUALLY cool with it. I’m not about to let a man come between us. Maybe on us though.”
She winked at me and gave a little giggle.
With that small joke, I suddenly felt the tension break. She didn’t think I was weird for asking, she wanted to prioritize our relationship. Maybe I’m not totally crazy for asking this. I breathed a sigh of relief as the stress left my body.
“I’ll ask him and see if he’s down for it. It wouldn’t be like, all the time or anything, just something to meet his needs you know? And I don’t know if he’d even be up for it.” I blurted out, “Thanks for not thinking I’m weird.”
“Hey, thank YOU for considering me for such an illustrious position. I hope the boss man accepts my application.” She said, and we laughed together. I really am lucky to have Tess as a friend, I don’t know if anyone else would make me feel comfortable enough to ask this question.
We split up, and I got in my car to head back home. A knot began to grow in my stomach as I drove home. Sure, Tess is on board with my crazy fucking idea. Now I needed to talk to Wayne about it. I didn’t know how to broach the topic. Little did I know, the perfect way would literally grow in my hand when I got home.
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As I drove home to Wayne and thought about what I should say, I felt a strange mix of emotions bubbling up inside of me. Yes, there was a knot in my stomach, bringing up this strange solution to the biggest problem we were facing. I felt embarrassed that it had even got to this point. I felt shame for not feeling like I could provide him the sex he so desperately desired with me.
But there was something else, a swirl of butterflies and nerves that accompanied the shame and fear. Was I getting EXCITED by this idea?
I squirmed in my seat as I pulled into the driveway. I considered what this would actually look like. Tess, naked, in front of my sexy boyfriend, him timidly reaching out to her while he looks at me. Maybe I nod to him, giving him the push he needs as his hand makes contact with her breast. Her and I take heaving breaths in unison as my man commands the room. Her body shudders in anticipation as Wayne’s fingers trail her nipple. Her hand reaches down, taking his growing cock in her hand. They smile at each other.
I tear myself, painfully, from the fantasy in my head, to realize what I’m doing. Quickly, I pull my hand from where it was massaging my breast over my clothes, and release my deathgrip on the steering wheel. What the fuck was THAT? I take a deep breath and fight the urge to see where this daydream was going. Was I really finding this… hot? What just minutes ago was simply a pragmatic solution to a practical problem, had taken on a whole different spirit in the theater of my mind.
There was a load of culpability and disgrace gnawing at me. When I considered the possibility of allowing Wayne to fuck my friend due to my own lack of libido, I felt small. Inadequate. But why did this feeling make me feel so strongly? How could these sentiments At last make an intensity between my legs, that I wasn’t ready to access for such a long time?
It had no bearing. At the very least, it wasn’t important to think about right now. I had more tough spots in front of me.
After trying to get my clothes out of the aggressive groping I had done to myself while I was in a sexual trance, I took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car.
Before pushing open the door to Wayne and I’s apartment, I took a deep breath.
Wayne sat on the lounge room sofa, shirtless, with a regulator in his grasp. However the computer game he was playing plainly kept up with a lot of his consideration, he actually paused for a minute to guide his concentration to me as I went into the house.
“Hello darling! How did girl time go?” He looked at me and asked with a genuine smile on his face.
I thought, trying to think of better words, “Oh we just talked about how hot you are and how I want you to fuck her brains out.” I had an image in my head of Tess straddling him on the couch as I watched him sit there, looking effortlessly sexy. Her areola in his mouth as she skipped on top of him.
‘god Gemma you ought to have allowed him to have me prior,’ dream Tess talked through raspy groans ‘this rooster is excessively great for – ‘
Jesus Gemma, center. I put an end to the fantasy, but I couldn’t help but think about how the intrusive thought had affected me. I needed cock for the first time in a long time.
I dropped my bag and hung my keys by the door.
“It was nice, and we actually spoke a little bit about you,” I said as I dashed over to the couch and in front of the television. Ordinarily I do whatever it takes not to stroll before him while he’s playing a game, yet something let me know that would be the farthest thing from his psyche in a second.
“All beneficial things I trust! How is Tess doing? I haven’t seen her in a very long time. He said, playing right into my hands naively. I almost felt bad for following his natural impulses because he is so sweet.
While he concentrated on the game, I cuddled up next to him on the couch, placing my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.
“Oh, she’s alright, if a little needy, but it was nice to catch up.” As I swirled my finger in the area of his chest’s hair, I said.
“That is great, I’m happy both of you carved out an opportunity to hang out. You realize she can come over at whatever point, I could vanish in the event that you all need some time alone or something later on.” His eyes briefly shifted from the screen to me as he reassured me before returning.
He refused the lure. I was unable to uncovered it. How rapidly this thought had consumed me. It was all I could think about ever since it was mentioned at brunch. To bring it into being, my body was screaming at me. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on high alert as my heartbeat slammed into my chest. I briefly considered the situation’s irony. The first thing that really got me really excited in months was the thought of him fucking Tess. Fucking my companion as a substitute since I wasn’t horny was MAKING me horny.
Abhor it.
I let my hand trail gradually down his chest to rest right over the abdomen of his fighters. I saw them jerk, right away, accordingly. He’s so upheld and frantic.
“In reality we discussed her approaching over soon. Would you accept that?” I asked, unfit to hold my voice back from sounding quieted and short of breath, I appreciated the expectation.
“Uhhh. Yeah. That’s right. Is everything all right?” He addressed, and I felt an ache of culpability that he saw me being emotional with him as sign that something was off-base.
“Yes, all is well.” I said, allowing my newly done nails to press against the skin of his pelvis and slip underneath his belt, “Would you like to see her? She seems really eager to visit,” I believe.
“Sure, it’s been awhile,” he moaned under his breath as I wrapped my fingers around his massive base.
He had put the game on hold and set the controller on the couch’s arm. I inhaled into his neck and established a kiss there as I started to stroke him gradually.
“God, what possessed you, babe? Not that I’m whining.” He laughed through a sharp wheeze as I grasped his rooster all the more solidly. He was SO difficult. I swear that my palm could feel his heartbeat. I let my hand travel up the length of him to his tip and whirled my fingers around the gathering pre-cum there prior to stroking it into his shaft.
“Oh, nothing, just thought. You are aware that Tess and you both face the same issue. I said, my heart beating faster than the heat I was feeling through my hand.
“I don’t think I have any issues at the present time” He said, his hand tracking down my thigh and starting to trail it’s direction to the center of my craving. I shuddered and heaved as his fingers reached the hill underneath my dress.
“Fucccckkkkk” I groaned into his neck, his touch at last breaking my brain and sending me into a healthy winding. The structure strain and expectation, the turned dreams I wasn’t ready to battle from my psyche, all falling in on themselves instantly of urgent NEED.
“She really wants some fucking dick child. She has more horn than you do. I groaned, pushing his briefs down and permitting his chicken to bob free. I wondered about it with the sort of worship one holds for a strict symbol. MY man’s rooster. Tall and strong. Frantic to fill it’s need, too lengthy kept under control by my own egotistical fights. I siphoned his chicken as I covered my head into his neck and lost myself in seeing it.
By putting a finger under my dress, he got around my pants and got inside of me. As he massaged my internal organs, I felt every muscle in my body tighten around his touch and my chest heaved with whimpering breaths.
“Please!” “She needs your fucking cock sir, please help her!” I cried as I ruthlessly stroked his cock with an unreal hunger.
His finger quit investigating and hung unmoving inside me. I felt his entire body freeze at my words, yet I continued to stroke him like my life relied upon it.
“Angel… are you…?” He began a sentence he didn’t have the foggiest idea how to wrap up. I was more than happy to take the wheel in my lust-induced state.
“Yes! Fuck, god child it would be great. I believe you two can assist one another. I felt his chicken get – some way or another – significantly harder in my grasp, “She’s somewhat hot right? It can be said.”
As it left me, I moaned in Cuckquean Satisfaction agony as I felt his Cuckquean Satisfaction finger begin to slip away from me.
He said, “I – I mean…” and my Cuckquean Satisfaction anger grew to boiling point.
I pleaded with guttural fury into his neck, “SAY IT.”
Yes, she is adorable. He conceded and I felt each good compound my mind could deliver eject all the while. My vision was flooded with a flurry of tingling colors. My nervous system was set off by a code-phrase that I had never heard of.
Yeah? You need to screw her goddamn cerebrums out isn’t that right? Haven’t you always done that? When I turned you down, how many times have you left the bathroom and stared at pictures of her online? Frantic to feel the bends of her body and hear her piercing shouts of delight as you tirelessly pound her in the ways I’ve denied you.
Christ, Gemma. What were you going through? All he said was that she’s adorable.
I wanted more.
I slipped off the couch and took my rightful place between his knees at his feet, saying, “Tell me.” “Tell me what you like about her,” his slick cock said between us, towering over me like a monument.
As I began stroking him eagerly while holding his shaft in both hands and staring up at him,
“She has pretty eyes, and a charming face.” He said, gradually. too meticulously for my liking. He was reluctant to say anything else there. He was too concerned about how I felt. At some other place of my life, I would have valued him for this. However, this moment, it was maddening.
“Yeah? Is that it?” “You don’t want to play with her huge tits,” I spit on his cock. a great deal larger than mine. Or do you prefer to watch as her hefty abs ripple under your blows? Tell the truth.”
I raised an eyebrow as I observed his expression shift from one of shock and horror to one of far greater hunger. Finally. He was mine.
He exploded. My hair was tightly wrapped in his hands behind my head as Wayne quickly reached out to grab it. I let out a wild snicker as he constrained my head down on his chicken.
He buried his Cuckquean Satisfaction cock in my Cuckquean Satisfaction throat and moaned, “FUCCCKKKKKK,” “Cuckquean Satisfaction Baby, I haven’t played with a set of Cuckquean Satisfaction big tits in years.” You are aware of my Cuckquean Satisfaction love for you, but you are not particularly gifted in that Cuckquean Satisfaction area.”
Yesssssssss.
As he told me that he preferred her Cuckquean Satisfaction tits to mine, I moaned around his Cuckquean Satisfaction cock and let out shivering giggles with an unhinged glee. Was he wrong, God? I assumed I was charming, certain. Also, he never caused me to feel ugly. However, my front and back were as flat as a washboard. I had every square-shaped curve. Is there any valid reason why he wouldn’t have any desire to play with Cuckquean Satisfaction’ large tits? Furthermore, more than that, is there any valid reason why he shouldn’t have the option to?
He let go of his grip on my head and let me stand up to take a breath. I could still make out the regret on his Cuckquean Satisfaction face despite my wild smile and vision clouded by lust.
“Darling, Please accept my Cuckquean Satisfaction apologies, I didn’t mean…” He started, before I Cuckquean Satisfaction cut him off.
“Stop. Please elaborate. What are your Cuckquean Satisfaction plans for her? What can she Cuckquean Satisfaction offer you that I am unable to? Putting my mouth back on his Cuckquean Satisfaction dick, I Cuckquean Satisfaction begged. As I waited for his Cuckquean Satisfaction response, I felt his Cuckquean Satisfaction body convulse as I recklessly Cuckquean Satisfaction sucked him.
“Fuck, Cuckquean Satisfaction girl. Are you certain?” Over me, he Cuckquean Satisfaction moaned quietly. I gave a Cuckquean Satisfaction murmuring “mhm” accordingly. Finally, he let go.