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Queancake's Original 'SHARING HIM'
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2017-06-13 20:25:05

    Hello My KinkyFriends.

    O.o- Look what happened as I was logged in last weekend..... 
    7000 of you sexy-minded people have taken the time to follow m
    e.
    Holy Shit & Thank you.

    News: We have been chatting about planning a serious new escapade with someone special, lots to write about, she just gave me permission to share the naked pics she sent us. We have been teasing each other for months now, I will tell you about it soon. 

    Enjoy the weekend. 
    -Q

    (I have a few posts to catch up on, been a busy few months for me.
    Going to be trying out some new layouts, bear with me.
    If anyone has any suggestions on good readable layouts-inbox me
    .) 

    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.

    ~Q

    anonymous

    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

    queancake

    She struts ahead of us, kinkily exhibiting her cute ass, she's a proud cuckcake, leading her conquests home to her den of pleasures. Her naughty demeanour attracted us to her at the whiskey bar. It wasn't your typical pick up joint, full of smoke and older men and highbrow couples. She was sitting alone at the bar, in the corner, scanning the sparse and subdued crowd. We were just out of her eye-line, enjoying her titillating show, she was horny and definitely on the pull, probably for a sugar daddy. After every sip of her cocktail her confidence grew, she squirmed on her barstool, hiking her skirt higher millimetre by millimetre, looking around nervously. Nobody else noticed, but we did. We liked her immediately. She swallowed nervously when my husband brought her back to our table and she saw me waiting there, but she grins immediately. After one more round of lynchburg lemonades and the penny drops with her, she snuggles against my husband and strokes my arm. She takes a big gulp of her drink and starts off.

    "I've never done this before, but maybe you both would like to come home with me? I live just over the road, close by, I have whiskey and smoke and honestly I find you both sexy as fucking hell and I really want to see what might happen, if..." she trails off, getting shy all of a sudden.

    Our physical response to her suggestion leave no doubt in her mind that her risk had paid off. I guide my husband's face to hers and tell him to kiss her. We get her so excited that we abandon our drinks and pay the bill hurriedly. She practically skips down the road ahead of us, leading us to her apartment where things are going to get freaky.

    one month on tumblr

    one month on tumblr today, 395 posts, each post crafted especially to turn myself on (and consequentially all you lovely readers) (that's 395 stories, in a month, am I mad?)

    So, my queue is empty, I have to get writing.
    But, Tumblr is especially distracting today, meaning, I am especially wet.
    Gonna be writing all day.
    Talk to me here or on twitter@qbijou
    -Q

    Stop Limiting Experience (yours and others)

    I see a lot of people telling others (and myself) what IS and what is NOT cuckqueaning.

    Here is some truth!

    Cuckqueaning does not HAVE to involve humiliation or bullying of the wife.

    Just like a cuckold, historically, in it's purest form,  is simply a husband with an adulterous wife, a cuckquean is a woman with an adulterous husband.
    The addition of voyeurism, humiliation, bdsm etc is a personal choice and a more recent phenomenon.
    Cuckqueaning is on a scale, from vanilla to outrageous kink.
    It is your choice.

    There is no SHOULD in sex. It is whatever you like and are comfortable with. Just like in normal life, those who like to dictate and impose their beliefs on others are bad news, so too are those who like to restrict and label our sex lives.

    The main thing that separates cuckqueaning from plain threesomes is the man is married and the wife is complicit. That is all.

    Personally, I like to watch my husband fuck other women, sometimes I like to join in, sometimes I like to be in charge, sometimes I like him to watch, sometimes I like the cuckcake to take charge, sometimes I like the cuckcake to watch. Sometimes I like it rough, sometimes not! It is why my blog is called Sharing Himand not called Being Treated Like Shit By My Husband.
    Who the fuck cares? There is no right and wrong!

    Sure, many people like to get off on being abused and bullied, good luck to them, no judgement here. But many of us are simply not into extremes.

    For me, and many other cuckqueans out there it is about love, respect, excitement and sexual fulfilment.

    That's all. Thanks for reading. Enjoy your own unique sex life.
     
    xoxox
    -Q

    (TL/DR- just see THIS POST)