(F) The Accidental Making of a Cuckquean

One evening I was bored and I posted on Craigslist to find a woman to chat with. It wasn’t long before the first message from her appeared in my inbox. We began to chat and I was intrigued by her right away. I loved the naughty chats we would have, the pictures of her wet pussy she would send me.

After several days we made plans to meet up for lunch and a movie. Lunch went well, it didn’t take long before we were talking like old friends. I was taken with her confidence, how she knew just what she wanted. Soon we were holding hands, her fingers trailing up and down my arm in the movie theater. I was so wet and needy by the time that the ending credits rolled across the screen.

We climbed into her car to chat and after a bit she asked me if I wanted to introduce her to my husband. She said that she really enjoyed playing with couples and at first I said no, but she seemed so interested that I agreed to ask. I teased my husband with the details of my time with her so far and that she was interested in meeting him. At first he told me that he wasn’t interested, but soon it became very clear that he was very interested in her offer. We began to chat together online, the three of us. After a week or so my husband told me that we should invite her over to dinner.

She eagerly accepted his invitation and we made plans for the upcoming Saturday. The days leading up to our date seemed to drag by. Finally Saturday morning arrives. I shower and dress before starting dinner. The doorbell rings and I welcome her to our home, introducing her to my husband, satisfied to see the look of interest on his face as she confidently began to carry the conversation. She handed me the dessert that she brought and I went back to work on the roast and vegetables that were busy cooking for dinner.

Over dinner I watched the way the two of them interacted, they carried the conversation for most of the meal. After dessert we went and sat down on the sofa and continued to get to know one another. I mentioned something about one of the pieces of decor on the bookcase – a beautiful fairy that had fallen somewhere along the way and chipped one of her wings. I jokingly blamed it on my husband, and she came to his defense, scolding me for my comment. I quickly apologized, confused by how wet my panties were at her defense of him and the way that it made my heart ache at the same time.

We continued chatting, her sitting between my husband and I on the sofa. I reached my hand over and laid it on her thigh and she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and I moaned quietly against them. After she broke our kiss she reached for my husband, kissing him deeply. We made our way to the bed, undressing as we went.

At first I kissed her and touched her curvy body, but after awhile I became aware of my overwhelming need to just watch. I guided my husband to show him what I wanted, pushing him towards her spread legs and soaked pussy. At first he resisted, not wanting to hurt my feelings, but I knew what I wanted, what I desperately needed at that moment.

I wanted nothing more than to see him taste her and after a few minutes he follows my lead and turns his attention to her. He laid between her thighs and moaned softly when he tasted her on his tongue for the first time. He tongue fucked her sweet pink pussy until she asked him to fuck her.

I laid on the bed on my back and guided her to straddle above me on all fours, so that I could watch their faces as he entered her. She dropped her head and looked at me as he pushed inside of her, claiming her as his own. She gasped when she felt my fingers around his cock, guiding him inside of her. She was so wet on my fingers, dripping from her need for him. I pulled and twisted her nipples, smiling softly as she would push back against him to get away, driving his cock deeper inside of her tight pussy.

I watched him fuck her, his hands on her hips, pulling him back as he moaned and told us that it felt so different to fuck her than me and that he wouldn’t be able to last long. She seemed to enjoy that, whimpering as he fucked her harder and harder, eventually crying out as he filled her with his cum.

I laid on the bed and watched them getting dressed before telling her goodbye as she gathered her things to go. I dressed for work, my aching, unfulfilled pussy still soaking wet as I continued to think about what had just happened. I knew then that something had changed, that I had found myself somehow. I didn’t know then that there was a name for what I ached for, or that there were other people like me. All I knew was that I couldn’t forget the joy of watching him lose himself with someone else and I have ached for it every day since.

I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and remembering it!

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