Story 29
THAT NIGHT HE AND HIS
CUCKQUEAN WIFE
WENT TO A SWINGER’S CLUB
HUSBAND SHARING EROTICA BOOK
(INSTA-SMUT EROTIC STORY SERIES)
By
FIBBWORTHY & LUSTPEN
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However, on the bright side, I do not believe in any of that horrid DRM software.
And as such, this book is presented to you without any hint or trace of the vile substance – meaning you are free to view this book on whatever device you see fit to read it on!
There are zero restrictions... You have paid for the tale, now please delight in the many passages of a steamy nature wherever you like!
And alas... you are to be told that this is indeed a work of fiction.
Any resemblance or similarity to real-life individuals, places, or things is purely coincidental.
Though many of you might wish that these fanciful tales, filled with endless carnal cravings and passionate adventures, were true to life...
A brIEF DESCRIPTION
Tabitha Voyore, a sweet and innocent 31-year-old wife, didn’t know telling her husband about a naughty fantasy of hers could lead to so much trouble…
I mean, a wife should be able to whisper some filthy things into her husband’s ear, right?
Well, she certainly thought so! But… imagine her surprise when Tabitha’s adventurous husband arranges a special date night for the two of them – down at the local, mysterious lifestyle club!
This young wife is in for a real treat… if only she can actually handle the sight of seeing her husband with another woman!
THAT NIGHT HE AND HIS CUCKQUEAN WIFE WENT TO A SWINGER’S CLUB is an adult fantasy story involving themes of cuckqueans, MILFs, hotwives, swingers, sex, humor and EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT! BEWARE: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
“Excuse me, what?!” Tabitha Voyore blurted, feeling her eyebrows raise up rather high. The proverbial deer in the headlights kind of expression. That’s what her husband received upon saying the words to his, now, flabbergasted wife.
Some people might say her reaction, as his 31-year-old sweetie, was justified. In fact, I know most every person on the planet would agree with that sentiment!
“Yeah,” he said, still smiling as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom. “It sounds like a great idea, doesn’t it, Tabitha?”
There it is again… The same kind of self-satisfied smirk that she’d seen him put on thousands of times over the years… the type where he thought only incredible things would be happening – and her? It was the sort she knew wild things… uncomfortable things would be happening!
Let me just show you what I’m talking about. Let’s get him to repeat it, just so we can all be sure we heard him correctly (but, Tabitha knew she did…).
“Dicky…” She paused, pointing a finger at him for dramatic effect. “You want me…” Here, again, she paused, but this time turned that intense finger on herself. “To go to a… what?!”
Well, there’s the bait! Let’s see if he takes it. Otherwise, she’ll have to do some quick explaining here before they can move on.
“That’s right,” Dicky, her handsome 32-year-old husband, replied with an eager nod – and if I wasn’t mistaken, also an excited rod. “I want you and I to go to a…”
She leaned in a little, hoping this would cause the word to slip from his mouth. God, how that asshole loved teasing her! Just say it!
“Yeah?!” She blurted.
“A lifestyle club… together,” he grinned, allowing his pretty eyes to scan up and down Tabitha’s glorious tits.
The ones covered only by the low-cut cartoon t-shirt she was wearing at the moment.
One of her ‘comfy’ nighttime attires. The type this innocent wife never thought did much for her figure, yet they always seemed to get Dicky feeling quite feisty.
“Lifestyle club…” She repeated.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Like a… swingers club??” Tabitha asked, wanting to clarify what exactly her husband happened to be asking for.
“Precisely,” he nodded.
Oh, lord… In that moment, she knew telling him about that one fantasy of hers last week was a bad idea!
You see, when they were busy feeling frisky, Tabitha might have slipped in a dirty comment or two… One involving watching Dicky pin another woman down as he drove his cock deep into her nether regions! Not much, just a wholesome husband and wife discussion, right?
My god, how he fingered her so hard – seeing his eyes light up right when she whispered the good-natured comment into his ear.
The way his gaze shot through that delectable body!
She’d never seen such fire grip his soul before!
Not to mention the way his warm fingers rubbed, massaged and pleasured her little hot-button. Wow!
The man used his sexy wife’s pussy however he wanted, whichever way he desired, somehow making her feel good in the process.
Those strong fingers inserted deep inside, curled upward to rub her g-spot, right as he went to work!
Yanking his arm back and forth like he was trying to pull-start the world’s most stubborn chainsaw…
Good lord, what a night that was! The lady bits were left sore to the touch for a few good days.
And I’ll let you in on a little secret – She loved it!
Every time Tabitha put on a new pair of panties or resituated her tight pants a bit, that dull ache reminded her of their fun little play session.
It must’ve been pretty great for him, too… if a week later or so now, he dropped the swingers club bombshell on her, eager for more!
“…Uh, when would we do that?” She asked, pulling her lips to one side in an unsure expression.
A black colored paper plopped on the bed beside her.
After looking it over for a hesitant second or two, she raised one eyebrow of disgust toward Dicky. That’s when his wife said… “People still use paper flyers?!” And let out a cute giggle.
“No, you little fool,” he spanked her thigh. “Actually, I printed this one out for dramatic effect. So… Can you be ready by then?”
The lusty husband, of course, referred to the circled date on the black paper. The one advertising a fun night… THIS Saturday!
Tabitha couldn’t help but gulp heavily, once more feeling that rush of enthusiasm flood her hesitant, yet excited pussy.
“Fucking hell,” She moaned, letting out a long breath as her eyes traced the scantily clad women adorning the flyer.
That’s when this shy wife felt one of Dicky’s hands wrap around her throat, as he pushed her rearward onto the bed.
“You’ll be ready,” he grinned.
Before she had been given any chance to object or respond, his fingers were already once more tracing the edges of that juicy clit… While visions of another woman’s mouth wrapped around his hard, sizable shaft entered Tabitha’s mind – and stayed.
***
Tabitha Voyore could not believe she was actually parked outside of this place.
A swingers club, a legit fucking lifestyle club.
An actual FUCKING club. Not just the kind of crude overused description filler sort of fuck…
but a true place for fucking other humans.
Intercourse with featherless bipeds. That sort of establishment.
The type you only mentioned before laughing at, as if it was some made-up joke. Not a place where people actually went.
So there she was, parked outside, sitting beside her husband.
Feeling a bit hot and agitated, despite being in a well air-conditioned vehicle.
One of her hands rested on her left knee.
Feeling a slight tremble in them, as her eyes wandered down to stare at the shaking fingers.
That's when she felt her husband's warm hand reach across and plant itself on top of her smooth skin.
“Ready for the night of your life, baby?” Dicky asked.
She gave a quick smirk before retreating back into a world of nerves and hesitation.
“Ohh honey,” he continued. “It's gonna be great. You’re going to be great!”
“That's what you think!” She shouted suddenly. “You're the one who's going to get his dick sucked and fucked… while I watch… in the corner of the room!!”
“Sounds like a great time to me,” her husband laughed.
And with that, he popped her seatbelt buckle free – removing one last obstacle.
“Let's get inside there, Tabitha,” he said with a wink, opening his car door.
Now, Tabitha's husband was not normally of the chivalrous type and he did not often (as in never) walk around to open her car door – or any door for that matter.
However, on this particular night, the gentleman did just that!
She watched as he made his way around the front of the vehicle, almost skipping as he went, before opening up the door.
“Right this way, Madam,” he said in a sing-song melody.
“Ohh!” Tabitha tried to look unpleasant and unsure.
Something wouldn’t allow the poor girl to free up her mind.
There needed to be a show of disgust, a display of reluctance in order for her to feel seen.
The bit of societal pressure telling her she shouldn’t be doing this.
Something she couldn’t shake, not completely anyway.
Although, no matter how much she tried to protest, there was an unmistakable glint of hope, of joy, creeping right there, yes, right there in the corner of her mouth.
“Alright baby,” she said. “Let's go get your willy sucked!”
“That's the spirit,” Dicky laughed, slapping her on the ass as she exited the car.
It was then that they turned their attention to the front of the building.
They found the area held an almost abandoned look.
An eerie sort of deserted land. A nondescript structure with no welcome mat.
No logos. Nothing to indicate what it was or what lurked inside.
Only a handful of lights situated out front provided any sign of human presence.
Without those, Dicky might’ve thought they had taken a wrong turn or been given an incorrect address.
However, that dim glow was all he required to fire up the furnace of lust and curiosity.
Other than these lights, the place appeared to be entirely dark.
Why, no one would hardly even recognize it as a place of business at all, if peering from the road.