Story: The Cuckquean’s Orgasm
I’m sitting in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, legs wide open, my panties tossed on the floor for a few minutes now. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, but the horniness outweighs any anxiety. Jack is on the bed with her, Amber—this redhead with pale skin, full breasts, and a "fruit woman" style ass (remember those?). She arrived smiling, already knowing what I wanted to see: my husband fucking another woman until she begs, while I stay here, watching it all and coming hard.
They didn't even look at me at first. Jack kissed her hungrily, his tongue invading her mouth, hands squeezing those breasts as if they’d been his for years. Amber groaned low, arching her back, and I felt my pussy throb just at the sound. I slowly slid my hand between my legs, fingers brushing my swollen clit, feeling it hot and sensitive right away. “Go on, baby… show her,” I murmured, my voice raspy, almost inaudible.
Jack ripped her top off with a tug, her breasts springing free. He sucked one nipple hard, biting lightly, and Amber threw her head back, moaning loudly: “Fuck… yes… suck harder.” I sped up my fingers, circling my clit in fast motions, feeling the wetness drip down my thighs. My pussy contracted hard, as if it were jealous and horny at the same time—jealous because it’s him, horny because it’s him doing this.
He flipped her onto her stomach on the bed, sticking that perfect ass right in my direction. He unzipped slowly, his hard cock springing out—thick, veiny, the head already glistening with precum. Amber grinded her hips, begging: “Fuck me, go… I want to feel everything.” Jack rubbed the head against her wet entrance, teasing, and I shoved two fingers at once into my pussy, feeling the hot walls tighten around them. “That’s it… shove it deep in her,” I said, my voice trembling. He looked at me for a second with a filthy smirk, and then slammed it all the way in.
Amber screamed with pleasure, her whole body shaking from the thrust. Jack grabbed her hips and started pumping rhythmically, hard—the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the room. I watched his cock going in and out, shining with her honey, his balls hitting her swollen clit with every deep stroke. My pussy was drooling over my fingers—three now, stretching wide, curving to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I moaned along with her, low at first, then without any shame: “Fuck her harder, Jack… make her come on your cock while I come watching…”
She came first, her body convulsing, screaming his name like a prayer. Jack kept pounding, holding her red hair back so I could see her face unravel with pleasure. “Look at your wife while you come in my pussy,” Amber teased, her voice breaking. He turned his face to me, eyes dark with lust: “Are you watching, Clara? Do you see how she grips my cock? Better than your tight little pussy?”
Those words were the trigger. My pussy exploded. I came hard, shaking all over, fingers buried to the hilt, hot liquid running down my hand and dripping onto the rug. My body contorted in the armchair, legs trembling, my clit pulsing so hard it ached with pleasure. I moaned loudly, out of control: “Fuck… come inside her… fill her up for me to see…”
Jack grunted, thrusting deep a few last times, and came hard, filling her pussy with hot cum. Amber moaned again, feeling his cock pulse inside her, the excess dripping down her thighs. I was still shaking from the orgasm, my pussy contracting in spasms, when he pulled out slowly, his messy cock dripping with the mix of the two.
Amber turned over on the bed, legs open, her pussy red and full of dripping cum. She looked at me with a naughty smile: “Come here, honey… clean your husband off of me.” I crawled to the bed, tongue out, licking his cum mixed with her taste, feeling the salt and the sweet while my pussy still throbbed, sensitive and hungry for more.
Jack pulled me onto his lap afterward, kissing my messy mouth, whispering in my ear: “Good girl. Next time I’ll make you come just by watching… without touching.”
And I’m already wet again just imagining it. Because nothing—nothing—makes me come harder than seeing him fucking another… while my treacherous little pussy destroys itself with lust just from watching.
