Story 29 #5
“She's a cuckquean,” The man announced. “And I’m… the owner.”
This revelation snapped poor Tabitha back to reality. A feat which resulted in some sudden redness sweeping across her cheeks. Her mouth stayed open, still in disbelief, but this time due to the owner’s comment.
His boldness left Tabitha feeling a bit embarrassed.
A tinge of shame slithered in, creeping into her belly.
To make matters worse, the gorgeous hotwife responded in a sultry, cool voice.
Hearing these seductive sounds leave the woman’s body just happened to turn all of Tabitha’s nagging doubt into fiery-hot excitement!
“Ohh, really?” The other wife said, raising an eyebrow at Tabitha. “And did my husband tell you he's a dirty cuck?” She asked, stepping forward, giving Dicky and Tabitha a quick up and down. Apparently, the pair passed their assessment test, as the short wife smiled in a pleased fashion.
“Yeah, he told us that,” Dicky cocked an eyebrow, returning the inspection look back at the delectable wife.
At the end of his assessment, Dicky’s tongue slid across his lips, liking very much what he saw.
At the end of hers, the petite wife gave Dicky’s shoulder a quick rub with a soft hand, while extending her other hand over to Tabitha.
“I'm Rachel,” she said, keeping Tabitha's fingers in her grasp, giving them a gentle shake.
“We're pretty full tonight, babes,” the owner called out. “This was the only vacant room.”
“You don't say?” Rachel nodded, not removing her eyes from Tabitha's. “Now, are you two…” Rachel paused, wanting to see Tabitha’s reaction. Once satisfied with the apparent look of curious arousal, the naughty wife continued. “Are you two looking… to play tonight?” Rachel finished the question.
“Umm, umm, good question,” Tabitha stammered. “Hey, uh, uh…”
“I think she means, hell yes we are!” Dicky replied, extending his hand to shake Rachel's. “Name is Dicky. Nice to meet you, Rachel. You look like a mighty fine specimen.”
“Think so?” Rachel smiled, raising an eyebrow as she gave Tabitha's husband another look over.
“Ohh, honey,” Rachel titled her head to the left, looking at her husband. “Aren't you going to give our guests privacy here?” She then nodded back towards the door.
And with that, the owner stepped over to the door, giving it a quick shut.
But not before he flipped the sign around, making sure no one would try to come barging in on this happening.
That proved to be both a relieving and alarming sight to see.
Knowing the light above their room would be glowing a dull red, signifying its occupation.
And occupied with what? That devious suggestion is what caused Tabitha’s heart to sink…
upon hearing the door click shut, the good wife knew one thing: her life was about to change forever.
***
“Well, Tabitha…” Rachel cooed. “Feeling ok, now? Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in that chair-thing over there.”
She motioned at the chair as one might dismiss a maid. “You don't mind this vantage point, do you?”
Here, she raised an eyebrow in a way that didn't seem to give Tabitha any chance to say no.
And so, here, is precisely when a wave of immediate regret poured across the young wife’s body.
Every goddamn fiber of it. For it was one thing to fantasize about being a cuckquean – watching her husband have sex with another woman.
See him pleasuring himself inside a tight pussy…
With his throbbing hard cock, yes, she had imagined it many times before.
Then, as if on autopilot, she moved towards the chair doing as told.
Once planting herself down onto the cushion, Tabitha felt the entire massive weight of her fantasy come crashing down onto her head – like the proverbial, cliched ton of bricks.
The very type of lazy metaphor an author uses when they’re rushing through a certain section of a story, in hopes of reaching their favorite part sooner.
“That's a good girl,” the petite wife assured her.
“You just sit there,” Dicky reiterated. “You be a good girl for Daddy,” he continued. “And as for you…”
Dicky smiled, casting his attention back over to Rachel and that perfect body. “I think those lips of yours need a quick smooching, so get over here.”
“My ass feels kind of cold, too,” Rachel giggled, jutting that impressive butt forward.
She didn't need to tell Dicky twice… Because his hands were already holding onto the large rounded biscuits that were her behind.
He squeezed at the firm meat, rubbing it in his hands. Feeling the heft of her ass.
“Goddamn,” he sighed, looking over her shoulder to take in the sight of that rounded peach.
“Oh god, I’m nervous,” Tabitha winced.
“I was like that my first time, too,” the owner said from behind her.
The sudden appearance of his voice caused her to feel sideways.
“You’re not gonna fucking touch me, are you?! We’re not swingers! I told you! I don’t take anyone else's dick… Only my husband’s!”
“Oh, sweet Tabitha…” Rachel laughed. “My husband is a well-trained boy, he knows not to touch unless he gets permission, don’t you?”
“Yes m’am,” he nodded with a serious expression.
“Now,” Rachel continued, “Scoot away from the nervous wife. Give her some space so she can sit back and watch the show. I can tell your husband's already excited.”
“What do you mean!? How can—” Tabitha’s voice trailed off quickly, forcing her to look downward… where she spotted Dicky’s immense boner! The huge thing pitching a big tent in his pants.
“You bet I’m excited!” He confirmed, squeezing the woman’s ass a little harder. “Also, I think my cock is feeling a little chilly now,” he teased.
“Oh, is it?” Rachel smirked, bringing her hands around to the front of Dicky’s cock.
“Oh god, I am so nervous!” Tabitha moaned aloud. “So fucking nervous!”
She said these so loud that it almost became distracting in nature.
Almost. But, luckily for Dicky, he found it a bit sexy and all the more arousing to see his wife nervous and uncomfortable…
sitting there so close, watching another woman begin rubbing his penis through the pants – up and down, hardening his shaft.
Causing it to grow and expand, to throttle and pulsate, while his eyes stared down at the woman’s cleave!
Sucking in the fantastic sight of her perky breasts.
“You sure those aren’t cold as well?” Dicky nodded.
“They could use some warming,” Rachel replied.
With that, Tabitha saw her husband’s hands leave the girl's ass and begin a slow ascent up her body, over the hips, up the sides of the waist, and along her rib cage…
in a slow, teasing fashion, even hitting a tickle spot.
Which was evinced by Rachel’s quick giggle.
Though, when Dicky planted a kiss on her lips and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, the laughing came to a sudden stop.
There was even less giggling when Rachel felt his hands slide onto her breasts, where they began tweaking and pinching temptingly.
“Fucking hell,” Dicky shook his head. “They’re even better than I imagined. Jesus Christ! I can’t wait to pop those into my mouth.”
“Uhh, is this all right!?” Tabitha leaned far to her left, while pointing a worried finger over at the owner beside her.
Down at his crotch region, there almost seemed to be some tenting as well. A big erection formed in his pants, in fact!
“Hmmm,” Rachel sighed. “Sometimes I punish him for getting hard without permission. But, seeing as how you two are so enticing… I’ll let it go tonight. Just keep that fucking thing away from our pretty little wife friend, got it, you dumb runt?!” She instructed her husband.
“Yes, madam,” he replied, taking another step to the right.
“Alright…” Tabitha nodded, apparently eased by the situation.
And the truth was, if Tabitha had possessed a penis, it too, would’ve been rock hard!
But, she only had a pussy. So, it did what aroused pussies do – and dripped furiously.
Leaking out onto her underwear and beyond!
Such was the excitement happening and enthusiasm happening in the room.
“Keep going, keep going,” Tabitha whined “You're going so slowly, Dicky! Why so slowly?!”
“I'll take my time with her. Thank you,” he retorted. Not even giving his wife a second look. “Something this sexy is meant to be appreciated.”
“Ohh, I like your husband,” Rachel said, looking deep into his eyes, shoving her chest forward just a little bit more.
“Is she always this sexy?” Tabitha asked the owner.
“Oh, I think so,” he replied. “Oh, I think so.”
So as they stood there, Tabitha watched Rachel rub Dicky’s cock up and down – and each time she neared the tip, right where that sensitive spot named the underside of his willy was located, Tabitha would spot her husband breathe out a big breath of hair, followed by the clenching of his ass cheeks.
But perhaps Tabitha was right. Maybe the progression of this story seemed to be going a bit too slowly for those in the room and for those reading about the encounter.
Maybe Rachel liked to tease… Maybe that turned her on. But, I know for Tabitha and myself… We wanted to see some hot, dirty action!
And so, in that moment, as if reading our minds, Rachel took hold of Dicky’s pants right at the front – whereupon she gradually pulled them down in a skilled display of eroticism.
This set the man’s rigid rod free into the room.
It sprang upward, right as Rachel lowered herself down to the floor, resting on her knees so that her head remained just in line with the man’s throbbing cock.
“Those small, soft hands then reached up to take hold of the shaft, grabbing what of it she could. She then began pumping away... Ever so slowly, back and forth, back and forth.
“Do you like that, Tabitha?” Rachel asked. “You like seeing another woman stroke your husband's cock? I bet you do. Look how hard he is for me. Look how big he is for me…Ohh!” Rachel let out a quick squeal.
Mainly because her most recent pump resulted in a large dose of precum spilling out the tip of Dicky’s penis.
“Can't let that go to waste, can we?” Rachel giggled, lowering her head to lick up the clear liquid before it fell to the floor.
“Oh my god, baby. He tastes so good,” she announced to no one in particular.