Booking A Call-Girl For My Husband : Cuckqueans 8

by Connie Cuckquean

When you’re your husband’s secretary it means having an eye for detail, being organized, being motivated and—on occasions—booking younger, hotter women for him to fuck.

We have a special kind of relationship, Tom and me.  Read how I treat him to an after-work session, watching closely as stunning blonde Brandy goes to work on him like I never could.  The best part?  I get to clean up after the both of them.  Let me lick him out of you, Brandy, exactly like I deserve.


“Now watch,” Brandy said, and she rose up on her knees.

I moved away from her and came around beside them, seeing her close her tits over my husband’s spit-drenched cock.

He had a brief beaming smile as her soft breasts hugged his dick, but when Brandy pushed her tits around him and started to bounce them with her hands his brow furrowed in pleasure and he let out a deep groan.

“See how he likes that?” she said, looking over at me.  “I doubt you could please him with those.”

She looked to my chest and I felt the twisting knife in my stomach all over again.  Her words struck deep, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Brandy was following my brief to the letter.


Tom stared down in amazement as his cock sprang out of the top of her cleavage over and over.  To begin with Brandy stared down, fluttering her big eye-lashes at his emerging crown, but soon she started to greet it with an open mouth, sending Tom inside her as she dropped her big tits down on him each time.

I couldn’t turn my head away.  Brandy was giving his cock the all-star treatment.  He slipped gloriously through her cleavage that became wetter and wetter with each lick from her drooling mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed.  “I can’t wait to slide this inside me.  I’m gonna have your wife come over here and get me ready for you.”

I startled, taking my eyes from my husband’s cock for the first time in several minutes.  Brandy nodded upwards and I crawled over towards her.

“Stroke my pussy,” she said.

I put myself close to her back again, feeling the heat from her body and smelling that familiar, intoxicating scent.  My hands stroked down the sides of her slender frame and I pulled up her dress a little ways.  I searched beneath and immediately struck the bare flesh of her pussy.  I hadn’t anticipated that she’d arrive without panties.

Her pussy was warm to touch and I rubbed over it inexpertly.  I’d been with women in the past but never really like this before.  My husband and I had enjoyed a few threesomes before, but he’d done most of the work.  I think that’s where I’d honed this fetish in the first place.

Brandy moaned as I teased over her flesh and it helped to give me confidence briefly.  I span her loose petals in my hands and tickled at her clit that sat beneath the fine, shorn tuft of sculpted hair.

“That’s it,” she said, breathless as she bounced faster over Tom’s cock.  “Get my pussy nice and wet.”

I curled my fingers up inside her and I felt the wetness inside her break over me.  In an instant she was a drooling mess of juices and I splayed them back up over her flesh, slipping my finger more quickly over her clit that had started to swell and stiffen in response.


About the Author

Connie Cuckquean writes that sinful erotica that you crave, about housewives letting their husbands have everything they desire while they watch!

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