My cuckquean life

Last night, I was her...

I told him last night to pretend I was her. By her, I mean his ex. For him to show me exactly what he's going to do to her once he gets his hands on her again after all these years. He agreed. Told me that tonight I wasn't his wife, I was his ex. His younger, sexy ex with the huge ass he loves, with her sexy sweet pussy, her cute face and voluptuous tits.

It started with roleplaying via text. I could barely keep myself from cumming while reading his words. It was the sexiest. Knowing what he thinks and feels and wants and needs when it comes to her. What he misses. What he been thinking about. I was soaked before he even got home....

Once he arrived... It was pure fucking passion. Intense intimacy. I wasn't on his mind. It was her. My body, in his mind, was her body and he let me know. My god it was incredible to feel how he wants to touch her. To taste her. He licked my pussy so many times in so many positions. Talking about her. How he missed this. How he's thought about her pussy so much. How hard she makes him. My orgasms were so fucking intense I thought I might fucking die of pleasure.

And then when it was my turn to please him.... It was different than anything else we've done. He got to feel how fucking amazing it was because she was on his mind. I was pleasing him physically but the mixture of the two brought him such intense pleasure. I sucked on his neck as he said she always did and I don't think I've ever made him feel so good like that before. The intense feeling of my blow job last night was incredible for him.

I'm so thankful, so in love. So glad we can do this and live this life together. I hope this was the start of something beautiful where he can enter an entire new world of pleasure. He can have every pussy he wants and then share that with me in this incredible tangle of touch and sweet emotion, intense pleasure and pure fucking ecstasy.

So let me take some power and tell one of his stories. It took place a couple years back but of course I just found our the actual details just two weeks ago since, as I stated, I will always find out eventually.

Two years ago I had a hunch he had someone on the side. He was suddenly buying me presents. Being so sweet. But I also noticed he started frequenting a gas station. Multiple times a night. Going to buy random shit like a gift card at 4am? Spending 20 minutes there at 3 in the morning to get a cheeseburger? Come on those weren't even good covers. Anyway I wake up one morning and he wasn't home from work when he should have been. Checked GPS and saw him parked close enough for me to walk. I hauled ass. Caught him red fucking handed with this nasty looking bitch. I mean really, how insulting. made her gtfo my car and he drove us home. But... He left... I was sobbing, crying, losing our life and he said he was going for a walk. That he was charging his phone and shutting it off at Dunkin donuts. Came back maybe an hour later and laid in bed with me........ I've always thought about that night. Wondered what happened. A few months ago he told me she was gonna blow him but I showed up. I think he even wrote that on here..... Then he came clean and said he went back to see her when he left but she was too scared to do anything bc I had confronted her.

Well... Don't you know some texting conversations last forever? I'll never ever forget how my heart shattered when I read a text from her saying "I hope you mean everything you said to me... The sex was amazing and you're such a good kisser." Yeah, in that hour that he left me a sobbing mess he went and fucked this woman I had just caught him with. Came back, didn't shower and laid with me while I still cried.

Was that a turn on? Did it make him feel powerful? Did my tears make him cum?

All I know is my world was thrown. I cried like I've never cried.... Yet.... My pussy still loved it. For the first time in my life... Through my tears I just had to cum. I cried while I rubbed my pussy. Thinking about it. Picturing him going to her knowing I'm crying and still touching her. Kissing her. Making her cum. Sticking his dick in her wet pussy.... Cumming... And I don't think I've ever made myself cum so hard. While I'm crying. It was pure ecstacy to know in that moment my man was a fucking man. His dick was all that mattered. He wanted that pleasure at any cost.

The thing is... I know he wants it too. I just know how much he loves pussy. Loves getting his dick sucked. All different women, different looks.sizes, etc.... And he fucking deserves it. 100% this man should have whoever the fuck he wants with absolutely no regard to whether I'd approve of the person or not. I mean who tf am I to stop his ultimate pleasure? The one and only thing I ask is that he tells me about it. That's the only thing the only stipulation between him and his ultimate sexual freedom.. I don't think it's too much to ask. And he can even get the rush or cheating if he gets that pussy first and then tells me that night. I don't care.

I've asked him many times to come clean about the cheating in the past before we were so far into this lifestyle. I found something out the other day.... I won't go into details but I just wanted to say.... Im already to the point where I'm over most of the emotional aspect and on to the sexy part.... As in... I've masurbated thinkin about the situation. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. If that doesn't show my loyalty to this lifestyle... What can????

I'd love nothing more than a tell-all. Maybe one cheating story a night until he's told them all. I need them in my memory to masturbate to. I'd do absolutely anything for this.