Queancake's Original 'SHARING HIM'

(nsfw-18+)Female Cuckquean/Cuckcake/Bisexual/FFM. Happily Married & Utterly In love. Follow our XXX adventures here. Real Erotica.

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2017-06-13 20:25:05

    So Much To Tell.....

    Hello beautiful sexual people. I now am on my way to eight thousand of you gorgeous like-minded human beings. Holy fuck! Apologies for the neglect. College exams, family time and some wicked sexy times have been distracting me. Pinkie promise, you are going to get a deluge of real life experience and some major erotica this week!! Thank you for all the mail and asks, going to get through it all and intend to respond asap. Never be a stranger! Chat/ask me anything.

    Yours as always, Q. X

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    4 of 5

    I cleaned up the design and took them out of the originalphoto set.

    So you can pick and choose which definition fits you.

    It seems a lot of us out there like to share :)


    I truly appreciate everyone who reads my stuff.


    I got a request to repost this from htownhwife, one of my first followers and one of the original cuckqueans/cuckcake switches round here. Please enjoy it again!


    2/3 True Story. I didn’t take any photos during that amazing night. We just got right into it, too busy fucking each other to even think of saving the memory until afterward when she had her jacket on and was ready to walk out the door.
    I snapped a pic of cuckcake and I holding hands as we said goodbye. Then cuckcake and my husband kissed goodnight. Holy fuck that was hot- it was all I could do not to drag them both back to bed. They got really into it and french kissed for a good while, they were stepping back into the corner and his hands dropped to squeeze and stroke her clothed ass. I felt jealous. I loved it. Right after she left I was so turned on that I let him fuck my mouth til I gagged. He did take pics of that. I’ll post some later.

    Part 1 Here.

    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.



    hey, my girlfriend is bisexual and a potential cucquean. how to go about it to encourage her?

    Well, Mr Mega. (nice name- nice blog btw :) Good question. I used to get asked this a lot, sorry but the answer is very wordy.I am pretty sure not every bisexual is a potential cuckquean, and perhaps, not every cuckquean is even bisexual. It is very hard to slot us all into these roles and labels. 

    In my mind, (I am not claiming to be an authority on the fetish but since you asked), there is a distinction between Cuckqueanery and bisexual/threesome play. 

    The difference (for me) is the commitment involved between a husband and a wife. The vows we have taken to each other, the shared history, the lives we have wrapped up with one another, the risk of igniting something uncontrollable, the boundless trust, the limitless love for one another and of course, the sense of humour. These elements have to combine to set off a true cuckqueaning experience. (Elements of power play, humiliation, bdsm etc can be added and subtracted as desired), but that’s the bare bones of the fetish, as I see it, and enjoy it. 

    (All of this is of course applicable to those who are not married, absolutely, but there is just something extra delicious about playing with taboos whilst wearing a wedding ring. )

    Now, in answer to your original question- How to encourage your girlfriend into cuckqueanery…? You cannot. 

    You can introduce the concept, of course. I have been chatting to a lot of people who are pretty relieved to put a name to their desire. There is so much male-skewed cuckholding out there but so little of the reverse that women can be forgiven for feeling alone in their fantasies. 

    As for encouraging her one way or another, impossible, not fair to her, do not do it. You can only discuss your fantasy with her, because it is your personal fantasy at this stage. Once you open the lines of communication, who knows? She could be/(should be:) totally into it. Read some of my stories with her. She might totally dig it and you two can begin a life of sharing each other. Put her first, above all.

    But a word of warning, do not be in too much of a rush to include others in your relationship. In whatever capacity. There is no going back. You cannot put the genie back in the bottle. The image of your GF/wife with another person will be emblazoned in your mind forever and likewise, she will have many images and emotions to process of you fucking another woman. Are you both strong enough and committed enough to get through that without doing damage to each other? 

    I have said this before, but, you only have one life to live. Plato said ‘An unexamined life is not worth living’, this ancient wisdom is just as applicable to the sexual aspect of our being as well. 

    -hope this helps

    -Q x

    HI......So.......It happened. My husband fucked a beautiful girl in front of me. Gushing to tell all but overwhelmed by words at the same time.

    I will write every magnificent, sexy, wet detail soon as I can. (It’s gonna be long.)

    For now, here are a few factual details for the few of you who cannot wait and have been blowing up my inbox:

    She was 23, a world traveller, studying abroad, a talented linguist, singer and dancer. She was gorgeous, 5′5″, long black curly hair. Rich brown complexion with dark bambi fluttering eyelashes, plump ruby lips. We matched on Tinder and she and I hit it off so easily. Neither of us had any problem communicating via text and we had lots of intense little chats, it was easy to get each other wet. She liked my stories. She was wholeheartedly bisexual and had threesomes before but she had never been with married couple before. 

    I knew she was seriously interested when she said she kinda wanted to talk to my husband, . His beard was her thing. I asked her to message him during work and tease him. Her first words to him were ‘I heard you like to fuck’ but he was at work and couldn’t get a hard-on, so that was fun. He enjoyed her attention though and I got the benefit of it when he came home ready to pound me. He also began to believe the fact that this was really going to happen. There were never any expectations made of her, but she is a free spirit, she made all the advances and we more than willingly encouraged it, we wanted her so much. 

    We really only had a week to get to know each other before we were due to fly to her city, (purely coincidentally), but during that week, my husband and I discussed all the what ifs, sometimes got carried away imagining her between us and other times, got cold feet and wondered how it could all go wrong somehow. We covered all the scenarios. And ended in a place where we were ready to let it happen if it was meant to be. 

    It was. She was meant to be. She is a brave and rare creature. She met us. We all fell in weed hazed love fuelled by wine and cashew nuts. It really did take many enjoyable hours to go from flirty strangers to friends to lovers. Every now and then bouncing onto the topic of sex and away from it teasingly. Eventually, in the early hours I saw how my husband’s eyes were sparkling, his smile was wide and his body was close to hers on the couch.I knew it was just about to happen. 

    Explicit description  & conclusion coming soon.



    ps, Please note the pic above was taken as an afterthought as she was ready to go home. I am in my robe taking the pic in the reflection. It never occurred to me to take a photo throughout the whole entire session because we were all so into each other. Maybe next time. I do wish I had taken a couple that were more explicit, but the thrill of that kiss still lingers. 

    hello- my ever expanding circle of awesomely pervy Queancake followers :) 6000+ now! holy fuck! Thanks!

    Here’s a long awaited taste of what is to cum.

    I need to switch it up! After imagining and reimagining Cuckqueaning scenarios five hundred times over, I want the real thing.

    How to begin?

    Well, the picture above is of me. It is real, unfiltered. I am sucking off my husband, adoring his cock, on his birthday, in the hotel shower. Earlier that night, we had just made the first moves towards sharing him.

    This is how it begins.

    We were on holiday, it was a hot night. We had spent all night scoping out hot girls, not intentionally seeking a threesome, but getting used to the idea that it is going to happen. Baby steps. I watched his face as his eyes scanned each place for something he liked.  It made my pussy throb, seeing my husband pick out two of the cutest girls in the club, of course- his taste in women matches mine perfectly. I rubbed his stiffening cock as he glanced at them nonchalantly. He has a certain charm and once one of the girls sat on the bench beside him he immediately struck up a conversation.  I could not hear their conversation, I just pressed my tits against the side of his arm, I wanted to leave them alone but he would not have liked that. 

    My heart was pounding madly. I imagined how close to realising our fantasy we were. How would I feel to see his lips touching hers and their tongues meeting for the first time, his hand snaking through her silken hair holding the back of her head, his thumb stroking her cheek slowly as they make their first connection. How would he feel? His back was to me, his full attention was on her. He was talking to her the way he talks when he wants to impress someone. I squeezed my legs together feeling like I was on the verge of cumming right then and there. I wanted him to kiss her but she was only with him a short while before her friends circled round and she left with them unwillingly. She gave my husband an apologetic shrug as her friend dragged her away. He turned back to me and wordlessly kissed me. So deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth, pinching my nipples and letting his hands roam all over my body for the entire club to see. I think it was how he would have kissed her, he pulled back, stood up and strode off to take a piss, leaving me breathlessly panting and feeling the wet spot in my panties spreading.  

    I know he was a little disappointed at that moment, so was I, she was a beautiful asian girl in a tight black dress with nothing else on, she seemed like she would have fucked all night long. I knew he was only an instant away from buying her a drink had it not been for her drunken meddling friends. I smirked as I saw the same hottie appear again with two drinks in hand, no less than twenty seconds after my husband had gone. I was mesmerised by her perfect little body as she passed by. She shrank a little to see the empty spot beside me, I tried to catch her eye but it was too late. She kept on walking without so much as glancing in my direction. I wondered if she had simply not noticed me, his wife, sitting there beside him or if she was wilfully ignoring me- either way it fanned my desire to see him fuck her. She would have made such a perfect cuckcake. I bet her pussy tasted divine. Sadly, she disappeared into the crowd again.

    Later as the club was emptying, we both watched a stunning petite black girl grind her drunken boyfriends lap hypnotically like a stripper. we were spellbound by this sexy display. We had been peeking on her all night anyway.  She wore a tight plaid shirt, hugging her small perky tits and tight black jeans, her waist was tiny and her legs were slender. Her ass was picture perfect. We grinned at each other as she sashayed past at one stage whispering ‘Damn, she squats!’ and giggling madly.  She danced against her boyfriend who was intent on drinking and ignoring her all night. It made us sad for her and lust after her even more. We whispered what we would do with her if she wanted to ditch her boyfriend. (There was no way she was going to ditch him by the way, her body was attached to his dick with an invisible string and they were never more than a foot apart the entire night long.) Right around last call, they were both seated on the bench next to us, her boyfriend was practically passed out, she did not seem to mind, pleasuring herself against his jeans, rotating her hips slowly, rolling her body out and bringing her head to the floor leaving her boyfriend nothing but a view of her swaying ass. He moaned audibly a few times squinting at her through hooded eyelids. She continued her dance throwing us sideways glances and curling the corners of her lips in a slight smile. She fucking loved that we were watching and I fucking loved watching him watching her! To openly see the love of my life be thrilled watching another woman dancing is a euphoric experience. It exceeded the experience in my imagination. The mix of emotion was incredible and it was only a beginners taste of things to come.

    That was all that happened that night, but when we got back to the hotel room we sucked and fucked until the sun came up. We took some pics and video and I may share another moment or two sometime along the line.  

    We both joined Tinder, because we have some business coming up in some other cities soon. I have already talked to some very interesting and hot girls but they are nothing compared to the girls and women of Tumblr.

    We need a cuckcake! So I have decided to open my SUBMIT button. If you want to get involved with my husband and I in any capacity, let me know and submit pics if you want us to see you. Tell me what you want to do with us, the hotter the better.



    Hey my adored readers. It has been too long!

    Thought this article might be of interest. Whether it’s a soft threesome or a full blown Cuckqueaning experience, always explore the realities of your fantasy. 

    Lots of new scenarios coming up this weekend. Keep an eye out!

    Be safe, be happy, be horny! 



    It’s easy to get him in the mood, even after a long day at work. He has a huge contact list of girls we have shared and I can always find someone to come over and relieve the tension. They are usually more then willing to hang out with us. The cuckcake I choose always reflects his mood, if he is happy and giddy I will call over a fun and bubbly cuckcake, to keep things light. But on those especially tough and stressful weeks, something extra is called for. I have a special list of those girls, the quiet, innocent looking, submissive hotties that look like butter would not melt, but when they are naked in a room with my husband they turn into the willing sluts that he craves. My husband,  who is actually a quiet, kind, gentleman can turn into an outrageous fetish master in the bedroom, just like every one else, he has an unknown depth of kink and sometimes a straight up fucking just will not satisfy. I kiss her harder as I hear his keys in the door. I talked to him earlier today and I know it is gonna take someone special to put him into a good mood for the rest of the weekend. (tbc)

    Queancake is back Queaning.

    Well hello all my Insatiable & Awesomely kinky followers. You are numbering over 5K now and I find it strangely comforting that we all enjoy adventures in Cuckqueanery. 

    As some of you know I was on a long break due to University commitments but I’m relatively finished now, so there should be a few of my new stories floating around every now and then.

    All you sexually generous queanbulls and cuckqueans and cuckcakes are not alone in your desires.

    In fact, since I left Tumblr nearly a year ago the tag ‘cuckquean’ has exploded. I would be ever so grateful if you could reblog any of the stories you like the most and catch up a few newbies. 

    Check here for the new stories, this one in  particular is a good starting point. 


    (PS- If you have written to me and I have not responded, forgive me. I am going through my mail now. Tumblr is forever changing everything except the things that actually matter like the mail system!)

    I AM M.I.A.

    Hi my lovely fellow pervy tumblr-ers. Just so you all know:

  • I have not been abducted/kidnapped/murdered
  • I have not slipped into a coma
  • I have not been arrested/imprisoned for crimes against traditional marriage
  • I have definitely not run out of sexy threesome inspiration. My mind is as turned on and deviant as ever.
  • The truth is simply that I am back at university finishing my degree. I am up to my ears in philosophy until Xmas. I will try and slip in a few stories here and there but I don't expect to write regularly until the new year. (Only a few months away!!) I love all my story-readers and your concerns are truly touching, but I am OK, all my typing fingers are intact and usable and you can expect a torrent of filthy scenarios under your tree by Xmas. -Q 



    Your fantasy cuckcakes in your stories seem mostly younger than you. Would you entertain a cuckcake older than yourself?

    hiya Pervymercutio! Interesting, never really thought about it too much. I really just riff off the gifs and pics that inspire me. The tumblr blogs I follow all tend to disseminate youthful imagery. And because it’s all fantasy, the ideal is a younger girl. Due to the nature of my personal brand of cuckqueanery, the whole situation is easier and more pleasurable to me if the cuckcake is younger, less experienced, or more submissive than I am. (Not at all saying that an older woman can’t be all of these things as well).Also, we both like the ‘cute’ factor and younger girls just have it over older women. It just follows on from our real life, we’re both really youthful and all our friends are younger, it just feels natural to gravitate towards a younger third party. This is not ageist, it just falls to our own personal taste.-Q