Lets Be Kinky

You fantasized about being a cuckquean and finally admitted it to your husband. You both fantasized about it together while fucking, and you got off hard when you saw how much it turned him on.

He told you about an attractive college student he’s been tutoring, becoming thrilled as he expressed he sensed mutual attraction. He revealed that it was very possible he’d be able to fuck her and you were so drunk with lust that you just kept pushing for it.

The hotel room was reserved, roses were purchased, wine was stocked. The hotel is about an hour away and you’d be at home, waiting for him to come back to you tomorrow. He texted you to tell you they were at dinner. You got so fucking wet that you got in bed with your toys and started teasing yourself. You were swollen and throbbing, anticipating the moment you now for certain that he’s devouring her body and exploring pleasure with her.

Suddenly, he sends you a tiny video of her. She’s naked before him…she’s stunning.

“Thanks, dear. This means a lot to me. I didn’t think I’d be this turned on about it, but now that I see her this way in front of me, I need to have her in every way possible. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will!”

The reality of it hit you, hard. The deep feeling of regret started crushing through you in waves. You felt panic, jealousy. He’s going to fuck her. She’s so much hotter than you and he knows he’s leveling up. How could he ever let that go? You know damn well he’s going to fuck her far better than he’s fucked you in ages.