I hardly remember a life before cuckqueaning but this is a very special memory. I was very reluctant to actually let this happen for the first time. I had never shared him before. Seeing the sexy blonde blatantly flirting and throwing herself at him throughout the entire party made me so uncomfortable. I am not even the jealous type but there was something about my husband’s reaction to her that was setting a fire alight inside me. The way he let her drape herself over him, sit on his lap, wiggle. The way his hands roved over her body, the way he stared at her and watched her, their intimate conversation, their brief disappearance. I saw everything and it made my heart race. When all the guests had gone and she was the only one left in our home, I could feel the dread setting in. I knew what he wanted, we had discussed sharing him with other girls but the reality was altogether different. The little french cuckcake had no idea of the conflict she was causing in my heart. I could see my husband openly lusting after this cute blonde french slut, and she, being french was extremely open to his advances, married man or not. The three of us stood in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine and getting high until she excused herself . My husband quickly turned to me with mischief in his eyes. She really likes you too he grinned. I stayed quiet, unsure what to say. I should tell you, I kissed her already, he continued. We went outside together for a smoke earlier and she just went for it, kissing me, so I kissed her back….a lot, things went a bit further than kissing, her pussy is so perfect baby, she gets so fucking wet. She got me rock hard. I want it so badly. But I won’t fuck her if you don’t want me to. I bit my lip. The idea of him kissing her pierced my heart but also made my pussy twinge a lot. I licked my lips moved closer to him and kissed him sensuously, taking his hand and pushing it down my pants until his fingers made contact with my slippery pussy. This is what you do to me I sighed. She really is fucking sweet and gorgeous, I can totally see what you see in her, but I worry… -He cuts me off with authority. But.. I love you and only you he emphasised, he kissed me intensely to cut me off. French cuckcake strolled back in sexily and entwined herself casually into our embrace. My husband pulled his face back from our kiss and began to kiss her instead, inches away from my face. My cheeks were burning, my heart felt tightly squeezed, at first, but seeing her pretty, perfect ruby lips opening and closing around my husband’s tongue was more than enough distraction from the twinge of pain that was already passing. My husband looked at me with feverish glee and took us both by the hand, leading us to the bedroom. He lies me down on the bed while cuckcake and he start the show. She strips him off hurriedly until his amazing naked body is exposed. He does not even bother to undress her yet. He kneels right beside me with his hardon in his hand and guides cuckcake’s head to his dick. Watch this he whispered breathlessly as he pushes his cock slowly between her shiny lips. Are you watching? Fucking hell baby, her mouth, it’s smaller than yours, it’s so wet. He begins to thrust, gritting his teeth, overwhelmed by the sensation of a beautiful stranger sucking his cock with his wifes face only inches away, watching. As I lay there, on our bed, watching this outsider making my husband cum in her mouth, I began to relax, I slid my hand down to my dripping wet pussy and rubbed it gently and slowly. It’s so fucking hot, seeing you get blown by her, I whispered up to him, his head is thrown back as she fucks him with her mouth. I don’t think he even heard me. The experience continued past dawn. My husband adored her in front of me, making love to her, fucking her, corrupting her. By the next day, I was fully convinced. Cuckcake had only just left our house when I giggled. Ok Baby, who can we do next? He laughed and pulled me into a bearhug kissing me uncontrollably. I have not looked back since.