The sharp edges of the chair legs dig into my calves as I strain against the rope that is binding me to it. Bound so tightly that I cannot move no matter how hard I fight. I desperately want to close my legs. You’ve left me completely exposed. The heat between my thighs grows stronger as I hear you in the other room. I long to touch myself but you’ve cuffed my wrists and chained them together beneath the chair. A stifled cry escapes my lips. I cannot speak or moan for you have gagged me. There is no escape.
Quietly I sit and wait for you to appear. The sounds of pleasure from the other room are both music to my ears and the worst type of torture. My desire to witness the scene unfolding leaves me breathless. But of course, you know every single one of my desires. And you derive the most pleasure from depriving me of what I lust for as long as you can resist. So you continue your dance with the beautiful woman you brought home. I strain to hear your gentle sighs as you seek pleasure in her mouth. Are you praising her? Whispers words I long to hear?
My ache grows stronger.
Time passes slowly as I wait for you. I am cold, my body covered with goosebumps and beginning to quiver. And still, you leave me in my place.
The minutes tick by. My head snaps up when I hear foot steps on the stairs. Relief and anticipation flood my body. You are coming back to me.
The door opens and the smile on your face as you appear in front of me is one I will never get enough of. You give me a gentle “hi babygirl” and a kiss on my forehead as you pass by. I should have known you had other plans. I was naïve to expect you were finished already. As quickly as you were there, you are gone again, leaving me alone in the dark once again.
Thankfully, your return is swift except this time you are not alone.
Sweetly, shyly, your lover tip toes into the room behind you. She’s stunning and I cannot keep my eyes off of her. If I were not bound, I would devour her myself. Someday I will. But tonight is not about my release. Tonight is about my king and this beautiful woman standing before me. We have all talked at length about our desires for this evening. She is as ready as I am.
For a little while you both pretend I am not there. I sit in stifled silence as I watch you move your way to the bed and lay down together. Your hands explore her body, her lips explore yours. I would give anything to be able to touch my swollen clit while I watch. I grind my hips against the chair, praying for the smallest amount of release.
“Stop that, babygirl. Sit still.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I think to myself.
I steal my breath as I watch her raise her hips for you. You slides inside of her and my favorite sound in the world escapes your lips. Together, you find your rhythm and meet each other in ecstasy time and time again. My entire body is aching. Desperate. Degraded. Devastated. And completely entranced. I have waited years for this moment. I have lived this fantasy a thousand times in my mind.
Finally, you climb off of the bed and kneel between my legs. Undoing the cuffs around my wrists, you rest your head against my thighs. My fingers wind their way into your hair, desperate for you. Slowly you untie my legs, help my quivering body stand, and lead me to the bed. I long for both of you but I know the only thing I will get tonight is the chance to clean your cum off of her perfect breasts.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as you cuddle up against her gorgeous body while I complete my task. Savoring every moment as you kiss her and whisper to each other. Savoring the moment for as long as it lasts.
I am a cuckquean. I desire to watch, to wait. I long to see him lose himself in the pleasure of another woman. To see her experience the pleasure he gives. This is my fantasy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k6389w/the_cuckquean
So sweet ?
Fuuuuck