My pussy was already throbbing and dripping wet when he touched my thigh. My heart was racing in my chest as my nipples stood erect, anticipating his next move. My clit was burning with desire, so desperate to be stroked and I could feel my breathing become heavier as he started whispering in my ear. “Tell me what’s got you so excited”, he asked. His hand edged closer to my pussy and brushed my mound, falling short of my swollen clit. “I...”, before I could finish my sentence his hand lunged at my clit and squeezed it gently. I gasped in delight and felt my chest heave with lust. “I can’t wait for you to fuck Babygirl again”, I continued. “I miss knowing you’ve been enjoying her body and pounding her tight little cunt”. By this point, his fingers were expertly circling my throbbing clit and I was hanging on his every move, like an obedient little cuckquean. “I miss fucking her too”, he purred. “She’s so hot and tight and petite. She’s going to look incredible in that catsuit”. I felt myself blushing at how I had ordered my husband’s girlfriend a pvc catsuit earlier that day. “Mmm, I’m so excited that you’ll get to fuck her as she wears that”, I admitted. He knew how much I’d always loved women in pvc so it made sense that his Babygirl have one to wear while he fucks her. “Perhaps I’ll make her send you some pictures of my cum dribbling out of her pussy while she’s wearing the catsuit”, he said, as his pace quickened on my juicy clit. The thought of seeing my husband’s seed trickling out of the sweet little hole of his Babygirl drove me wild. “Mmmm, yes!” I exclaimed, feeling myself close to the edge. My whole body felt sensitive to the rhythm of his fingers. “You want me to fuck her bareback, don’t you? You want your husband to pump her full of cum”. He hungrily asked. “Yes! Yes I do. I need that!”, I moaned, as a huge orgasm emanated from my clit, through my aching pussy and up to my chest. I writhed and moaned as he continued to stroke my slit until I put my hand on his, signalling him to stop...
Since his Babygirl no longer has a covid bubble (and we never had one ourselves anyway) we’ve decided to bubble up with her starting next week. Which means I will finally get to be cucked again properly and I CANT WAIT! 🙌🏻
When we talked about it last night, he told me how he’s missed teasing her perky little tits, tasting her wetness and feeling how tight her pussy is around his cock. Obviously that made me drip with excitement so he stroked my clit and made me cum so easily as he talked about filling her with his married seed. I so desperately wanted his cock afterwards but he wouldn’t let me have it! I guess he’s saving it for her.
You begged him to tell her to stop, but down and down it went... her tits popping out, her pierced navel and finally her shaven pussy.
The last you saw of the dress was it lying on the floor as your boyfriend mounted his new girl and slid between her legs with a sigh of pleasure...
Yes please 🔥 💦
One of the most common messages I receive on Tumblr - besides "How do I make my wife a cuckquean?" (and I've written my opinion about that one here before) - is something along the lines of "Your husband is so lucky... I'd love to have a loyal cuckquean wife like you."
Welp, I'm guessing there are countless men out there who'd love to have a "loyal cuckquean wife." I mean, from my biased cuckquean perspective, it's a very hot way to live. However, there are just as many women tapping out on the mere thought of their husbands having free reign to fuck whomever they want. They're not cuckqueans, obvi. And, in my humble opinion, queans are predominantly born, not made. It just takes the right man to coax it out of them, which brings me to my next point...
What I never hear in these messages is what the wannabe cuckquean husband is bringing to the kink table. Sure, I get it... You've spent a number of hours thinking about this lifestyle, jerking off to porn about it, and are committed to finding the elusive quean (and a harem of cakes) to make your life complete. Again, I ask, "WHAT ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE TABLE?"
As I said before, I'm a firm believer that most queans are like me. There was something bubbling under our surfaces for a long period of time. I recall having these thoughts as far back as eighteen years old with my boyfriend at the time, but I never told him. In hindsight, he would have been the absolute worst person to have ever embarked upon this kink with, and I was far too emotionally immature. Put that in context... I lived with these thoughts (through multiple relationships and one prior marriage) before finally confiding in my current husband in my forties.
We probably didn't even have a name for it at the time. I certainly didn't, but there was no internet when I first had these feelings. As a matter of fact, it was searching the internet years later that I was finally able to slap a label on it. But we knew the thought made us all wet and breathless. To this day, cuckquean porn and fantasy is the quickest way to get me all wet and maddeningly horny. However, we were too embarrassed or ashamed to ever release these taboo thoughts into the ether. Eventually, with time and building a strong foundation of trust with our husbands, we finally uttered those words to them. Possibly something like, "Honey, it would really turn me on if you'd fuck other women. You deserve to fuck other women. As a matter of fact, I WANT you to fuck other women. Even better, I'll HELP you find other women to fuck!"
Totally fucking hot, amiright?! Then, once the husband picked his jaw up from the floor, some serious conversations likely took place - or at least should have. This is the part of the story where most men zone out and switch the channel in their brains back to fantasies of countless wanton women spontaneously hiking up their asses for a good pounding from a bored, married man. To me, however, this part of the story is just as titillating. Because, if you truly want a mutually satisfying cuckquean marriage, then like everything else worth having in life, it's going to take work - on both of your parts. But I'm particularly looking at you, men.
You see, you have to be the kind of man who can sustain your marriage while fucking other women on the side. You have to be worthy of this privilege. You have to be open and honest and capable of carrying on a conversation, even when that conversation is about really tough stuff. A man like that is very hot to me. Those are just a few of the reasons I married my husband and felt safe enough to confide what had been going on in my dirty little mind for years.
You see, it's not just your cock and awesome pussy-slaying skillz that you need to be ready to bring to the table. You also have to bring your mind, your heart, your empathy, your understanding, your listening skills, your emotional maturity, and your critical thinking skills. Otherwise, you're just a cheater and will likely destroy your marriage.
And it bears repeating... Cheating is not cuckqueanism. Sure, as a cuckquean, the FANTASY of my husband sneaking around and fucking other women behind my back is hot as fuck because I want him to have access to all the pretty little asses he wants. But the reality of the situation is that him actually cheating would break my heart. And hurting me would hurt him. That's why we have these relationship parameters in place.
Furthermore, you have to be capable of using these skills when it comes to cuckcakes. Believe it or not, there aren't many women into the whole idea of playing around with a married man. It seems to me that cuckold couples have a somewhat easier time of finding bulls, and there's much more material out there for them. It's gaining momentum, but cuckqueanism is still sort of in its infancy. I think that's because of the social taboo and stigma, i.e. "What woman in her right mind would allow her husband to "cheat on her"?? For some reason, it still seems more acceptable when the wife is doing so, but I digress...
Women who outright identify as cuckcakes know the drill. But informed cuckcakes are few and far between, which means you're often approaching women who may initially be suspect of you. When you tell them, "Hey, my wife knows and is cool with this," often times skeevy cheater alarms go off in their heads, and they'll steer clear of you. You may be faced with awkward conversations, needing to get your wife involved to "prove" you're not the aforementioned skeevy cheater, etc. You may also encounter situations where the cake is into dominating, humiliating, and/or degrading a quean. You have to have those parameters set up with your quean from jump. As for myself, I'm not at all into any sort of cuckcake domination or degradation. The only person I submit to is my husband/Daddy. However, Daddy has carte blanche to degrade or humiliate me, so... Again, these are all things you must consider upfront. Of course, relationships can change and evolve over time, so your quean may be more or less willing to incorporate certain things down the road, as may you. But if you're not checking in with each other and communicating, then you're leaving yourselves open to disaster.
You may have to settle for months or years of jerking off to porn and fantasies before you find your first cuckquean and/or cuckcake. You may have to decide if seeing a pro is an option because there don't seem to be many other options in your area. If so, you'll both have to budget for that. You may have to face the uncomfortable task of saying goodbye to a cake because she overstepped her boundaries and got too clingy, or was legitimately trying to destroy your marriage. You have to be capable and prepared for all sorts of possibilities.
But, above all, you must treasure your quean as she treasures you. There's that whole sorta sappy mantra in BDSM that submission is a gift. I believe the same applies to cuckqueanism. It's a wonderful, heady gift that you receive. So, don't be a dick and look that gift horse in the mouth. It really is a satisfying lifestyle when approached with the attention and care it deserves. Take care of all the details, then reap the huge rewards.
Happy Cuckquean Hunting! 💋
This hits the nail on the head beautifully. ❤️
Wishing for a repeat
Not long after my husband and I started exploring my cuckqueanism, he found himself a beautiful black woman who he forged a deep connection with. I’ve written about her here before - her name was Ayvah. They were together for about two years and saw each other regularly. I was never invited to their meets and I only ever knew what he told me about their playtimes. I got the sense he wanted to keep her all to himself; she was his slut and he didn’t want me getting in the way of that. Whenever they would meet to fuck, I would be left at home with only my imagination to keep me company. My whole evening would be spent with my pussy throbbing and dripping wet, knowing that my husband, my love, was busy enjoying another woman. But not just any woman; a woman he had become obsessed with. A woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. A woman he would happily fuck at the drop of a hat. Ayvah was submissive and sexy and didn’t seem to have any boundaries. He could explore his wildest fantasies with her and he did. They would spend whole weekends together, going out to dinner in her town and canoodling under the table. Kissing in public and even attending munches together. I don’t even know what else they did or where they went. I’m sure they pretended they were a couple though. When they weren’t together, they would be in touch every day as if the days in between seeing each other couldn’t pass quickly enough. We had never agreed to him having a girlfriend, but there it was, in all of its reality; Ayvah had become his girlfriend and he was smitten with her.
Due to various circumstances on both sides, my husband’s relationship with Ayvah slowly started to fizzle out and after a while longer, they didn’t see each other any more.
After their parting, I would ask my husband about Ayvah as I was curious about what they did get up to. He told me a lot more about her. He said she had been so willing and eager to please and that they had a Master/slave relationship. He would dress her up in latex and pvc (something he knows I’m obsessed with) and they would fuck in her car in public. He taught her how to worship his cock and he enjoyed making her gag on it as he fucked her gorgeous mouth. He fucked her in the ass, which is something he’d never done with anyone else before - not even me. He loved to lick her sweet pussy (he’s a pussy-licking fiend!) and would slip a finger into her hot little cunt as he did. He also once told me that the sex he had with Ayvah was the horniest and kinkiest sex he’s ever had….
And that’s why, ever since he told me that, I’ve been fantasising about a repeat of that. I would so love to find out that he had contacted Ayvah again and they had been meeting in secret to fuck. I would love to find filthy messages on his phone about how he enjoyed fucking her after all this time and couldn’t wait to bury his cock in her ass once more. I wouldn’t let on that I knew either. I’d just let them get on with it, meeting to fuck and enjoying each other all over again. Then I’d let my husband fuck me knowing that he’s probably thinking of her.
Reblogging some old posts so they don’t get lost in the ether.