A Humiliating Cuckquean Story
Looking back, I can see that Simon and I would eventually have is A Humiliating Cuckqueans with our sexual lives. He was stunning at twenty-five years old, while I was average at thirty-one. It is only natural to become frustrated after five years of having sex with someone below your level. I made the decision to take drastic action when it got to the point where it was threatening our otherwise excellent relationship.
I never would have considered inviting another woman into our bed before our problems, but the sexual frustration had become too much to bear. We needed to add some spice to the situation.
When A Humiliating Cuckquean and I were in the bathroom getting ready for him, I first started to doubt. I usually avoid situations in which other women are naked around me or in front of me because it always makes me feel uncomfortable.
Considering what we were about to do, I decided it would be silly to change separately. I started having self-conscious thoughts when I realized how much hotter she was than me. A goddess-like body and ten years younger than me. a face fit for a supermodel, blue eyes, and blonde hair.
In addition to her hefty breasts and luscious butt, her body was perfectly trim. She had her pussy shaved, exposing the supple pink flesh. I turned to look down at myself. I had a decent appearance, but my chest and buttocks were very flat.
She and I were not in the same universe. I exclaimed, “A Humiliating Cuckquean, you look amazing,” seeking my own compliments, “I got some competition tonight!” “I’m just here to help, Denise,” A Humiliating Cuckquean said with a grin as she put on her makeup. Everything here is about Simon and you.” I felt a little more uneasy when she touched my naked hip. In addition, you look great.”
After applying our makeup, we changed into our underwear. I was wearing a blue 32A cup and briefs, while she was sporting a pink thong and a 36DD bra. Simon, who was only dressed in a pair of grey boxers when we left the ensuite, was already waiting on the bed. His eagerness caught my attention right away. I was desperate for good sex because he was a hot guy. He wrapped his arms around us both as we climbed into bed side by side. Right now, I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Before he began to kiss me, he whispered. When we broke up and I opened my eyes, A Humiliating Cuckquean had already taken off his boxers and was teasing his cock with her tongue while we were kissing. She shoved the seven solid inches into her mouth as I moved down to join her. Her flawless face maintained constant eye contact with Simon as she sucked slowly and deliberately. His soft moans demonstrated that she was superior to me. I tried to keep my jealousy at bay by saying, “It’s not a contest!” “We’re all just having fun here!” I thought to myself.
After lingering there for some time, I sensed that A Humiliating Cuckquean wasn’t ready to share. I tried to kiss Simon once more as I moved back up to his face. This time, he kept stepping back to look at A Humiliating Cuckquean, who would speed up whenever we kissed and get his attention.
I made the decision to remove my bra so that he could suck on something. My boobs in his face appeared to better keep his attention. I adored the sensation of his lips and tongue soaking into my rough nipples. When A Humiliating Cuckquean came up and slammed her massive tits into his face, I was just starting to enjoy myself. As if I weren’t there, he immediately buried his face in the soft flesh. Wow, he likes big ones! A Humiliating Cuckquean laughed. I reddened.
I went down to suck his cock, realizing that I had outdone myself in this regard. When I looked up, A Humiliating Cuckquean was now lying on top of him as he sucked her massive breasts, and they both appeared completely oblivious to my presence. He did not respond to my attempts to please him. As I tried to suck Simon’s dick, A Humiliating Cuckquean quickly slid her body down his, pressing her juicy ass against my face. I turned away because I didn’t like this.
With A Humiliating Cuckquean’s amazing body pressing against his, they were now sharing a passionate kiss. As I sat there and watched, a ball of intense jealousy burned in my stomach at this point. They eventually split up, and A Humiliating Cuckquean looked at me and said, “Denise, take off my pantyhose.” Because this was becoming completely humiliating, I hesitated. Just do it!” said Simon, grabbing a few of A Humiliating Cuckquean’s firm buttocks with impatience. I did as I was told, pulling the string from her pants and tossing it aside. “Insert his cock!” I overheard A Humiliating Cuckquean’s yelling. Both of them were now beaming. Did they take pleasure in humiliating me?
As I slid A Humiliating Cuckquean’s pussy into Simon’s cock, they groaned in unison. Her pussy must have been twice as tight as mine, so it went in slowly. He pounded her with strength I’d never seen before as they fucked like wild animals while I sat on the side of the bed.
He abruptly flipped her over onto her back and began flogging her in the missionary position after what seemed like hours. As he fucked, he grabbed her face with one hand and continued to call her name. I was masturbating and my pants were off at this point. Even though it was pathetic, I needed some stimulation, and it was agonizing to see him so excited without paying attention to me.
When I overheard him say, “Denise, c’mon over and get in on the action!” I was surprised. They seemed to have gotten carried away, which made my heart race. After all, maybe I could have some fun tonight. When he told me to lie face-to-face with A Humiliating Cuckquean, I didn’t think twice. I would have done anything for him in that moment, despite the fact that I did not enjoy having this intimate relationship with another woman.
Her enormous breasts pressed against mine as I lay over her amazing body, and our noses were almost touching. Didn’t you think we had forgotten about you? She spoke softly. My inhibitions vanished completely as soon as he entered. It was incredible after so much anticipation. I even managed to join A Humiliating Cuckquean in laughing at how my face twisted and my legs shivered.
He started out slowly but soon picked up speed. Now, this was the great sex our relationship lacked. He sped up and spanked me a few times until he reached the same level of sexual aggression as A Humiliating Cuckquean. He was now saying my name, and I was saying his whenever I could make a syllable. As I approached my zenith, my happiness grew to the point of delirium. I could only scream his name, forgetting that A Humiliating Cuckquean was naked below me and where I was.
Then it ceased.
A Humiliating Cuckquean Story
My screams were replaced by A Humiliating Cuckquean as he pulled out, one thrust away from the point of no return. I heard myself splutter a frantic “NO!” the moment I realized he had left and resumed sex with her. When she heard me, A Humiliating Cuckquean laughed so hard it hurt me. I could see, hear, and feel every ounce of pleasure she was denying me as I lay on top of her body. Her screams and beautiful face were filled with pure joy.
She grabbed me by the face and forced me to look into her eyes as I tried to look away. “L-look at me, bitch!” she said. She exclaimed, and there was no longer any doubt that she was blaming me for her deprivation. A Humiliating Cuckquean pierced my ears with a scream as I got a close-up look at the most beautiful orgasm-face imaginable as they both came at once with primal roars. I hated her because I felt like she was getting what I’d been denied, and my pussy was still on fire and just one touch away from reaching its climax.
I got off A Humiliating Cuckquean and sat down next to her on the bed after it was over. There was no cum when I looked around her body. I glanced over at Simon, who was now perched atop the bed as if he were proud of his work but was not using a condom. Simon, were you just squeezing into her?” “Of course, doesn’t he cum inside you?” A Humiliating Cuckquean asked. Her cruel grin told me she knew the answer.
I turned to look back at Simon, who just seemed content, “I couldn’t help it. I mean, take a look at her! A Humiliating Cuckquean sat up energically, beaming with pride, and said, “Denise, let’s get him up again by playing with each other.”
I remained silent in my fury.” Come on, it looks like the only chance you’ll have tonight to please Simon!” As they laughed at me, I got up and left. I turned around and joined A Humiliating Cuckquean on the bed after stopping just short of the door. I told myself at the time, “If I do as I’m told, I might finally get fucked,” but I knew that was a lie even then. A part of me was actually enjoying this, despite the fact that I had never been so humiliated and uncomfortable in my life.
She began by lying on top of me and pressing her massive breasts into my face. I absolutely detested those things. It was crushing for her to have them in my face, and just having them out in my presence seemed like an insult to me. Nonetheless, I followed her instructions and licked, sucked, and nibbled the pink puffy nipples until she seemed satisfied. She then spread her legs and laid on her back, exposing her pussy for me to eat.
I was about as far away from being a lesbian as could be, and this was getting to be too much, so the closer I got, the more hesitant I became. “A Humiliating Cuckquean I-” I came to a stop a few inches short. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced my mouth against her hot, wet cunt before I could say anything. In an effort to get this over with, I started eating as quickly as I could, slapping my lips and tongue all over it.
It was disgusting and even more humiliating. I was giving her a reward because she had just sex with my husband in front of me without showing any shame. The most painful things were the smell of his cum and the sound of her pleasure screams.
Simon grabbed me by the hair and tossed me around rough, ending my tentative lesbian experience. I was preventing him from entering A Humiliating Cuckquean’s flawless pussy because he once again had that animalistic look in his eyes. Again, they violently fucked on our marriage bed, and I watched helplessly. Two people had never become so animalistic before. He filled her pussy a second time, and the two of them lay together, content.
I would not be sleeping in that bed tonight, it was abundantly clear. I tried to sleep on the couch, but I was too frustrated to do so. My pussy was still aching for attention despite being taunted for hours about the possibility of perfect sex.
She entered while I was snacking in the kitchen. She had worked up quite a sweat and was still in her underwear looking for water. My death-glare quickly gave way to a grateful smile when our eyes met.
Her smile returned. “In the same week?”
“Yes, fuck”
Prior Experience A Humiliating Cuckquean
Our Prior Experiences In my work titled “The Shy Cuckcake,” I wrote about our very first experience with A Humiliating Cuckquean. While I waited for them to be finished, Master fished and played with his playmate A Humiliating Cuckquean in the next room. I was permitted to go into the room and see her restricted on the bed, and I was permitted to tidy Expert’s rooster up after he was finished. The jealousy, on the other hand, was probably manageable at this point because we were still in a polyamorous relationship and I had another boyfriend at the time.
We decided that we wanted to be emotionally monogamous with each other about a year into our relationship. During the months we spent focusing on ourselves and creating our own dynamic, neither of us had any other playmates. Master ended up meeting a cuckcake who was eager to play with him as soon as the cuckqueaning itch returned. Here, I wrote about it. This was also a very enjoyable experience, but the pandemic quickly broke out, so we had to put it on hold. After that, we parted ways and never got back together.
Master saw her three times, always at our place, during our final cuckqueaning session in Singapore before we moved to France. When she came over, I was kept in a cage in one of the bedrooms without her knowledge, but we never met because she didn’t want to.
The first two times were enjoyable, but the third time I pulled the plug due to an anxiety attack. The three experiences were discussed in writing here, here, and here. The third time, I’m not entirely sure what transpired. Master had already seen S (see below) within the same week, so perhaps it was too much in too little time. It could have been a combination of factors. I was probably also going through a bad phase of my cycle.
We also had additional female playmates throughout. S’s first encounter with Master was one of cuckooing. I was once more in the cage in the next room. She had been delighted to meet me, but in this instance, I chose not to. S lived with us for two months before we left Singapore; however, our relationship was different then: I often co-dominated her with Master, though we did submit in a few scenes. Again, entertaining but not quite cuckooing. M was also there, and she would see us maybe twice a year, but it was always more like a threesome than a cuckoo. We still miss her, but it was fun.
And that was all of our cuckqueaning prior to traveling to France. Since we began exploring this kink once more six weeks ago, we have gained so much knowledge through trial and error. I said that I definitely wished I had read the piece earlier because a lot of the things we came up with together were clearly laid out in it.
The Situation Right Now Our setup is vastly different from it was previously. We used to be in a D/S dynamic that required a lot of renegotiating and negotiation. Outside of scenes, we rarely had a dynamic like that.
Even Master’s protocols were related to getting the bedroom ready for play. Since I was a Professional Dominatrix at the time, I often had trouble switching my brain from dominant to submissive mode, so this worked out well for us at the time. Master’s business had also been affected by the pandemic, and he frequently felt stressed out or just down. So, we did our best and continued to have at least weekly regular scenes. However, all of that pales in comparison to what we currently have.
Before we moved to France, we were already aware that we wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to reestablish our D/s dynamic. However, a number of factors led us to decide to further develop it into M/s, or perhaps O/p would be a more appropriate term. First, there is the fact that Master is completely financially dependent on me here. Since Master is a French citizen, it made more sense to transfer everything into his name because we have been pooling our finances ever since we left Singapore. I am not concerned. My problem is financial dominance, but Master is good with money.
Second, there are no distractions for me here. I do not have a family or a social circle. I can now concentrate very easily on us because of this. Although we are eager to meet new people, particularly sexy ones, we will take our time. Thirdly, Master’s new job has forced him into a stimulating environment where he must constantly make big decisions. As he grows more self-assured and confident, I believe this has influenced him. Perhaps another factor is that he is at home, in a setting where he is at ease and thrives.
We delves much deeper into our relationship than either of us could have imagined given the circumstances. Although it has only been 6-7 weeks, it has been consistent and growing stronger by the day.
Sincerely, I am a pet, a contented service slave, and an anal/oral-only fuck pig. Additionally, I’m a reticent cuckquean. Although I claim it to be my greatest flaw, I also find it the most challenging to surrender control over, despite enjoying the process. I think a huge piece of my reluctance is because of my absence of control in any remaining pieces of the dynamic. The cost is significantly higher than it was at this point, and I worry about losing him.
In the past month, Master has cucked me three times. The first two were largely failures. I wrote about them in these two places: Although I am aware that I have portrayed both in a positive light and that they were extremely helpful in assisting us in determining what worked and what did not, this does not change the fact that neither was easy. But I didn’t realize why until our third rodeo, which can be seen here and here.
The problem is that we had never really talked about our rules of engagement. We were aware of the significance of a prep scene as well as the requirement for an effective conclusion scene. What I would require during the scene was not discussed at all.
When Master goes up to Paris for work, he meets his cucks, so I am not physically present because I am in another city. At first, at least in our minds, it didn’t matter where he slept, which is why he invited us to sleepover the first two times. We also didn’t know that I might need to call for aftercare after the cucking. He only got in touch with me once more in the morning because he was staying over.
Master and Ms. D’s most recent encounter was the only time all of this became clear. First, I thought I would have a debriefing call with Master because I was aware that he wouldn’t be staying. However, he stopped checking his phone because he assumed I had gone to bed and was unaware that I would be waiting for him when I got up.
Naturally, I spiraled, but it also taught us how important it was to me that we reconnect after the fact and not the following morning. Second, until he finally checked his messages and asked if he could, citing the late time and lack of taxis as reasons, I had no idea how much he would annoy me by staying over. He simply could not. In addition, after attending a workshop on jealousy, I realized that my strong aversion was caused by my preconceived notion that sharing a bed with someone was intimate.
Additionally, that is how we established our engagement guidelines. However, what’s the harm in waiting? Since I’ve had three similar incidents in which something went wrong, I’m honestly a little bit scared. Except for the final miscommunication, the final one was good overall.
However, I think the fact that it occurred after the previous two less than stellar experiences made me react more strongly than I would have otherwise. Depending on when Master has to return to Paris, we will give it another shot later this week or next. Now that we have figured out what needs to be figured out, I have high hopes that the next experience will be completely positive.
The fact that cuckqueaning makes me extremely wet cannot be denied. It makes me weak in the knees whenever it is incorporated into our play. I adore it, but I just wish I could take in every aspect of it so that I can enjoy the experience as much as they do.
As a result, I am grateful for Ms. D. She not only fully respects our relationship but also appears to comprehend my worries. Naturally, I’m also grateful to Master, who has been the most patient man I’ve ever met. He has talked me through all of my insecurities, worked with me to find solutions, and done everything in his power to keep me happy throughout everything. We live and learn, and I really hope that one day I can add this kink to the other pile of problems that prevent me from giving Master complete control.