Waiting… (Flash Fiction) (Cuckquean)

I hear the garage door open, and try to give my most seductive pose. I got waxed earlier this week, my body smooth. The lingerie is a simple babydoll, white and see through. I skipped the panties, wanting quick access. My husband comes in, clearly surprised by my actions. He mutters about the gym, his long work day, how he needs a shower. I don’t give him the time to clean though.

I can smell her, that subtle smell of perfume. He tried to hide it, but I knew that Tuesdays were the day he saw her. A motel at lunch, he brings the food, her the pussy. She called me, confessing the affair, and instead of angry, I was turned on. I hated it, but I couldn’t deny my arousal.

I knelt at his feet, pulling his pants down, wanting to taste his cock. I could taste her, as he tried to stop me. I refused, taking him fully in my mouth, feeling his erection grow. I bent over asking him to fuck me. I imagined I was her, the other woman, fucked in a dirty room. I came, quick, as I felt him unload in me. I sighed, pulling off his cock. I debated telling him I knew, but decided not to. Not yet, as I still figuring out my level of acceptance. I knew that next Tuesday I’ll suck his cock again, eager to taste.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rjj58k/waiting_flash_fiction_cuckquean