Cuckqueen Stories

Sean groaned and pulled back, lips and chin slick with her arousal. Without a word, he stood, grabbed her by the hips, and rolled her over the arm of the couch in one smooth motion. Liz let out a breathless laugh, her ass now up in the air, face hovering inches above Bex’s spread thighs. Bex looked down at her and grinned, reaching up to gently guide her closer. “Oh, fuck yes,” Liz moaned, voice already vibrating with ant...

It had been a few months since that night. Sean was healed now mostly. The cast was off, the limp was slight, and his friends were no longer at his beck and call. But something from that night hadn’t faded. We’d been wild since. Experimental. Dirtier than I ever thought we’d dare. There were nights where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, where I’d whisper filth into his ear and he’d get hard just from the memory...

The sound of my husband cheating greeted me as I walked through the door, stepping briskly over the threshold he had carried me over when we moved in. I could hear Vanessa whimper as I kicked off my heels, and my ankles thanked me as I padded to the kitchen on silk-clad soles still sore from dancing. A few glasses of water drove back the thirst that drinking causes; the first one downed like the boys had been downing pint...