Our First Cuckcake

A while back I teased you guys with the fact that I had finally made my fantasy a reality.

Here is how it happened.

1/3 True Story: We met her on Tinder. A beautiful girl. Twenty four years old. She ticked all the boxes, smart, funny, talented-with a seriously wicked voice, no strings attached. She lived in a foreign country we were due to visit.  Also, most importantly, she was majorly down to fuck. We could not decide where to meet. A bar? A restaurant? Should she come straight to our room? So many variables. Would going straight to our room send the wrong signals..? We just tried not to dwell on the details too much, it could have bogged us down. Turns out she caught up with us as we were having dinner, although neither of us had any appetite considering the enormity of what we were planning to do in our marriage. Sharing him after 18 years of exclusivity does not come easy and letting all that go is part of the thrill. When she actually showed up I was both surprised and delighted. She wore glasses, like the perfect geek girl.  She was prettier in person, her eyes twinkled in the candlelight of the restaurant. Her lips were painted magenta and when she laughed they parted to reveal big perfect white teeth. She also did a really cute thing with her tongue where the tip would appear between her teeth sometimes. I became a clumsy idiot, dropping cutlery and clanging my glass against my plate with each sip. My husband as usual was cool as a cucumber and we all relaxed eventually.

And so it worked out that we were all eager to go straight back to the room to chillax. We chatted and drank and puffed joints for a couple of hours, even after two bottles of wine and multiple mini bar raids I found myself quite sober. It was getting late, we had danced around the subject for hours. I purposely put myself on the chair while the two of them sat on the couch. I enjoyed watching them interacting, I could tell he liked her and it was going to happen but they needed a push. The subject of languages came up and I spoke to him in Irish asking him if he wanted to kiss her, he said yes, immediately. We laughed and translated it for her and she grinned and said ‘So, this is really going to happen.’ From that point on, it was on. He started kissing her. In front of me. My husband who has not put his lips on another girl in 18 years began french kissing the stunningly exotic cuckcake right in front of me. My heart pounded and my pussy really gushed and throbbed with excitement and their bodies pressed together and their arms entwined. I would have been quite happy watching this continue but she broke off the kiss all too soon and invited me to join. I did not mind at all though, I wanted her too. I wedged in between them, he was behind me, caressing my ass as I began kissing her. I forgot how soft girls lips are, her tongue as well, it was gentle but passionate, I loved kissing her. I kissed them both. Her hands began squeezing my tits making me groan. We started pulling off our tops when my husband suggested we get to the bed. I think I got there first, I looked back to see my husband had Cuckcake by the hand as he led her. I felt that was so sweet and that little gesture pleasured me enormously. I think they began kissing again, which was amazing to see and then we all made out. Somehow or another we all ended up naked. 

Her moans into my mouth were the first indication to me that my husband had just begun to squeeze his dick into her. She was on top of me, kissing me and every time he pushed into her, her entire body would jerk. I was so instantly turned on and queasy all at once but it was an incredible feeling. My husband’s dick was sliding in and out of her wet pussy and she was literally right on top of me, I could feel it, it was actually happening. I kept mumbling to her it that it was so fucking hot and kissing her. ‘I want to see’ I gasped but they both had me pinned, until Cuckcake realised and stopped my husband telling him ‘she wants to see’. I could hear my husband sighing with desire, I got up and kissed him as she rolled over and spread her legs wide open for him again. He kissed her as he slid inside of her, the same way he does with me. He didn’t really look at me, he looked down at her as he hammered away. It’s a blur here. I remember being on my side and watching as I caressed her tits and tried to suck them, but I was town between watching and exploring her body and I don’t know if I can say I did either very well. At one point he pulled out and the condom stayed in, so we wasted one of our two condoms. I know, we did not plan that very well at all!!! We were all so very turned on though, there was no downtime. We were constantly licking and kissing a feeling and touching. I wish I had spent more time exploring her pussy. It was beautiful, dark lips, pink inside, tight. But I wanted my husband to have it the most. He drove her wild when he went down on her.

One of the hottest moments happened and the one I have replayed in my mind over and over, was when I went to the bathroom to get my vibrator and I just stayed there listening. I heard some kissing. It was quiet first but then it started. The bed creaking. They were fucking again. Without me. And they were not fucking when I left the bed. I cannot tell you how hot that made me, a true cuckqueaning moment where my husband is being intimately pleasured by another woman, fucking her, in ‘our’ (hotel) bed. I am not even there and I absolutely love it. I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could stand it and then crept out, trying not to disturb them. At first all I could see was the corner of the bed jerking. I cold hear her now, making little sounds of pleasure and talking to him softly. I could hear him moaning in ecstacy. I paused before turning the corner fully, trying to catch my breath. My heart pounded in my chest again, I knew when I turned the corner they would be there, him lying on top of her, moving together. I saw exactly that. I need not have worried about disturbing them, they were engrossed in each other. The scene made me bite my lip. Her dark skinned legs clinging to his hips, his ass swinging up and down as he pounds her. I want to just stand there and drink it all in but the urge to touch them is too much and I crawl up behind them, licking and kissing my husband’s ass cheeks as he fucks her. He straightens up and continues to thrust into her, panting. I pry her legs apart and hold them open from behind him. His ass hits my body each time he pulls out and I bounce him back into her. She keeps her legs spread wide apart and I reach around to feel his wet cock sliding in and out of her. He pushes his cock through the tight ring of my fingers and into her, I tell him to fuck her harder and she is agreeing with me. I love that she loves it. 

Suddenly my husband pulls out, without realising he is trying to avoid cumming I continue stroking him and he empties his load into the condom. It was our last condom! I felt so responsible for ending it too soon and I was overcome with depravity, turned on beyond belief. I grabbed the condom and emptied the fresh cum all over her mound, skirting her clit. I began lapping it up and swallowed. My husband sat back and watched in surprise and cuckcake giggled and agreed I was such a dirty girl. He could not fuck our cuckcake anymore but he could still fuck me and even though he had just cum his hardon was going nowhere. She watched and kissed me as we made love hard and fast. I could not get enough of them. I came finally as he fucked me up against her, when she said to him ‘I can feel you fucking her’ and encouraged him to fuck me harder. 

I also got some residual pleasure weeks later when I asked my husband what Cuckcake was saying to him, the stuff I could not hear when I came out of the bathroom, right before he came. He said he could not quite remember but thinks she might have called him daddy. Holy shit when I heard that I almost came on the spot. I want to ask her, doubtful that she will even remember, and in a way I want to let them have that moment for themselves. It turns me on knowing they shared that and what was said I will never know. All I know is that it included the word daddy, it was hot and he definitely enjoyed it.

I have no doubt, if we had more condoms we would have fucked a whole lot more. But as it was, we were on a one day visit to that country and time was short. That was back in September. So, there you have it. Our first experience was a great one. We actually have a friend for life and I hope she knows this. (She’s reading). I did meet her again for lunch when I was back but my business there was too important to get distracted by delicious girls. Although I was sorely tempted, she is such a sweetheart. I am not ruling it out in the future though because there are so many more things I want to do with her and in general. But I will save them for another time.  In short, it was amazing experience made special by the right cuckcake. I feel we got very lucky this time. Still have some more adventures on the horizon. 

I will be totally honest. Ask me anything you want.

This is all true, if you want to truly know what is in my mind, read my stories on my blog. ‘Sharing Him.’HERE.