Her Husband’s Pleasure: A Cuckquean’s Intimate Confession

The tension builds as I straddle him, my body slick with sweat and anticipation. His cock throbs beneath me, eager and ready. I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear, whispering how much I love watching him with her. His girlfriend, her eyes locked on mine, her hands gripping his shoulders. She’s the one he really wants, and I’m the one who makes it happen. I can feel his desire, his need, pulsing through me. And then, I slide down, taking him deep into my mouth, sucking hard, just like he likes it. His moans vibrate through me, fueling my own arousal. I know what he’s thinking, what he’s craving. And I’m going to give it to him, over and over again.

What Turns Him On Most?

It’s the power, the control. Knowing that I’m the one who decides when and how he gets to fuck her. I can see it in his eyes, the hunger, the desperation. And I love it. I love being the one who holds the key to his pleasure. So, I suck him harder, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my lips tight around his cock. I can feel him swelling, his body tensing. He’s close, so close. But I won’t let him come yet. Not until I’m ready. Not until I’ve teased him to the edge of madness. Because that’s what turns me on. That’s what makes me feel alive.

Why Does She Watch?

She watches because she knows it’s her turn next. She knows that I’m the one who decides when he gets to fuck her. And she loves it. She loves the thrill, the anticipation. She loves knowing that she’s the one he really wants, the one he craves. So, she watches, her eyes locked on mine, her body trembling with need. And when I finally release him, when I let him go, she’s ready. She’s more than ready. She’s desperate for him, desperate to feel him inside her. And that’s when I know, that’s when I feel it. The power, the control. It’s intoxicating. It’s everything.