The lighting in the room was soft, filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the scene. Memory floods back as I recall the sounds—moans and gasps that echoed through the house, loud enough to wake the dead. My husband’s voice, thick with satisfaction, cuts through the haze. ‘Make sure you stick your tongue deep into her ass, honey,’ he says, already heading downstairs for a beer. I pause, the weight of his words hanging in the air. ‘I know I left a lot in there,’ he adds, a smirk in his voice. She giggles, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel her ass clench around my tongue, a tight, hot grip that makes my heart race.
The Taste of His Load
I can taste him, salty and thick, as I delve deeper, my tongue exploring every inch of her. Her giggles turn to moans, and I feel her body respond, arching against me. The bed creaks softly under our weight, the floral-patterned sheets a stark contrast to the raw, primal scene unfolding. I can hear her breathing, ragged and desperate, as I continue my task, my husband’s words echoing in my mind. This is our dynamic, a dance of submission and dominance, where I am the cuckquean, cleaning up the mess of their passion.The room is filled with the sounds of our labored breaths, the occasional giggle from her, and the wet sounds of my tongue working. I can feel the tension in her body, the way she clenches and releases, a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. This is more than just cleaning up; it’s a ritual, a reminder of my place, and a testament to their pleasure. The taste of him, the feel of her, it’s all part of the game, a game I play willingly, eagerly.As I finish, I pull back, my tongue slick and my lips swollen. She rolls over, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, a small smile playing on her lips. I can see the remnants of their encounter, the sheen of sweat, the flush of her skin. I stand, my body aching from the effort, and I know that this is just the beginning. There will be more nights like this, more tasks to perform, more pleasure to clean up. And I will do it all, because this is who I am, a cuckquean, a wife who finds her fulfillment in the aftermath of their passion.

