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the first time

Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.

Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.

It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.

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A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.

I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.

When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”

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“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.

I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.

The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.

“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.

I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.

She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.

“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.

“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”

I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.

Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.

Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?

He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.

He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.

I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.

I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.

I lean back into him and close my eyes.

“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.

“You like that, huh, baby?”

I nod my head.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.

“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”

An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.

“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”

Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.

It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”

“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.

If I come back too early you should tell me to keep my fatass walking, cows like me can rest later. 🐷☺️🐮

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Acceptable attire at my house

My wife is going on a business trip. Do you have any advice how my lover can humiliate her when she comes to our apartament? Should I leave her in the bathroom and w's walk-in closet alone for a while?

That's a good start. It is already a humiliating betrayal to invite another women into the house you share with your wife. A place that your wife likely considers to be her sanctuary and safe space.

But, if you want to amp it up...

Maybe pick out a few of your wife's things you want her to wear for you, especially if it highlights the differences between your lover and your wife. If your lover has bigger tits than your wife, have her put on your wife's smallest bra so you can see just how much better she is than your wife.

Conversely, if your lover is more slender than your wife, having her wear your wife's favourite dress and sexiest knickers will demonstrate how much sexier your lover is. Wrap your arms around her and feel all the excess fabric is needed to hide your wife's tubby soft body. Slide your hand under her hem and up her sexy legs to pull down her knickers. Feel how easily they slide off your lover's slim hips and down her slim thighs because they are so oversized on her.

I assume you plan on fucking your lover in your marital bed. And, of course, you'll do it in your wife's side. Make it hotter by putting your wife's pillow under her hips as you fuck her. Make sure your combined sexual fluids soak into it, flip it over halfway through to ensure both sides are saturated with the evidence of your betrayal of her. Every night, she'll fall asleep next to you, unaware of the depraved and illicit activities that took place where she's laying her head down.

There are so many other things you can do to humiliate your wife when you open your home to another woman.

Fuck your lover whilst you both look at your wedding pictures, then smear some of her wetness on the picture. Your wife may clean it off one day, but she won't realize she's cleaning another woman off a picture of the most special day of her life.

Have her wear your wife's perfume so when your wife wears it in the future, you'll be reminded of your lover.

Pick out a few pieces of your wife's favourite jewellery to for her to wear when you fuck. Make sure that she defiles them in her pussy when you two are done. Then slip them back into her jewellery drawer. Enjoy the next time that she wears that ring or necklace knowing where it was previously and what it was covered in.

Better yet, give her a piece of your wife's jewellery to keep as a trophy. Maybe she'll wear one of your wife's rings on her toe, or wear a single earing as a pendent that hangs between her better breasts. And when your wife looks for the missing piece, gaslight her by claiming you don't remember what ring she's talking about or that she lost the matching earing a long time ago.

Does she still have her wedding dress? Have your lover wear it for you. Doesn't exactly fit... make it. Savour the sounds of the stitching yielding to accommodate your lover's superior curves. Each burst seam is a testament to your wife's inferiority to you lover. Make sure you use the dress your wife loved so much as a rag to clean the mess you and your lover made afterward.

I'm sure my readers have other suggestions too. Let's hear them!

Cuckquean fantasy #2

We interview a babysitter.

She’s sweet and bubbly and young. Soft red hair and pouty lips.

My husband’s kryptonite is redheads.

I mention I’m feeling tired, hoping to catch her attention. “Thanks for coming by,” I’d say. “Sorry, I’m just so beat. Would it be alright if ___ drives you home, honey?”

“Oh yeah, it’s no problem.”, she’d try to feign disinterest in the matter, but I saw her perk up at the mention of my husband alone with her in the car.

They’d get in, he’d put on the heater, making sure she’s toasty in this winter bullshit. They’d make smalltalk. The car is new, and the heater is intense. So much, she unzips her jacket as she talks about her upcoming college plans.

As if snowy roads aren’t dangerous enough, her milky white tits are practically falling out of her shirt. She notices him notice.

“Your wife seems cool.” She’d say. He would agree with a smile. “She doesn’t mind you being out with me like….alone?”

“Not at all,” says husband, completely honestly. “She doesn’t mind a bit.”

“That’s cool. I wouldn’t want to cause problems.”

Oh, that old line.

“I wouldn’t want to cause problems” is slut for “I really want to fuck you, but I don’t want your wife/girlfriend getting butthurt.”.

“No, no problems.” Husband mutters as he makes a turn down her street. “Besides, I have a friend who lives just over here. If I was too late for any reason, I could always say I dropped by there. You know. Ease suspicion.”

They come to a stop in front of her apartment.

“So you’d be okay to be like five, ten minutes late?” she asks, not sure if this is really happening, if shes really reading him right.

“I could be like an hour late.” He chuckles softly.

“Cool. Cool. Did you wanna like…come see my place? You know. So you know Im not messy or anything.”

“Absolutely. I’d love to come see your place.”

New text from Husband:

She tastes like strawberry water and she screams so loud her whole complex knows my name, now. I’m not gonna be home, tonight. Told her I told you there was an emergency at work.

I’ll be home when every drop of cum I have is either in her, or on her.

See you tomorrow (?)

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