Watching My Husband With My Bridesmaid! : Cuckqueans 6

by Connie Cuckquean

Watching my husband Michael with other women had long been the staple of our relationship, so what better way to kick off married life than getting straight back to it?  I just don’t think Michael anticipated me suggesting it on our wedding night.

Read how we get my cutesy little bridesmaid Brandy back to our hotel suite and she has her way with my husband while I watch, filling herself with his hot load that I clean up afterwards.


“Look at that,” I hushed in amazement.

She slid her lips back up off him and he reappeared like a magic-trick, all wet and slippery.  Her hand gripped around his shaft and she beat her thick spit up over him until his taut crown shone beneath the lights.

Her hand continued to pump over him and then she put him back in her mouth, jerking him around her open lips as she moaned.

I watched Michael’s stomach bounce in and out and as he groaned, seeing his abs tighten with each jolt of pleasure that she delivered effortlessly.

She shuffled up onto all-fours as her hand and mouth worked over my husband’s cock, then she looked over to me to give the next instruction.

“Take my panties off,” she said.


I stood up and walked behind her.  I trailed my eyes up over her curvy ass, over her bare back and then across and up my husband’s torso until I was looking at that bliss-filled face of his.  His eyes were firmly focused on the younger babe that was attacking his cock.  Submissively I dropped to my knees and curled my fingers over the waist of Brandy’s panties.

I dragged them down and watched that fresh, tight asshole of hers become revealed to me.  She didn’t seem shy in the slightest.  The panties fell over her legs and soon I could see that sticky pussy of hers, looking back at me and begging to be filled by Michael’s cock.

“Get me ready for him,” she said, looking back.  “I want you to get me nice and wet and ready for your husband’s big cock.”

My eyes closed and I felt that pang of depravity again that my body somehow transformed into a deep arousal.  I yearned to touch myself but knew I wasn’t worthy of it.

Instead I got on my hands and knees and moved my face between that perky, soft ass of hers, teasing my tongue out soon after and slipping it into her wet crease.

“That’s it,” she said, looking back.  “Don’t be shy.”

I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pushed me onto her.  My nose smudged against her tight asshole and my lips pressed against the flesh.  She tasted sweet on my tongue and I pressed it deep inside her to coax out her juices.

I gasped back off her and tickled her pussy with my fingers, spreading it wide and marveling at just how wet she was.  Michael would have no trouble sliding his big cock inside her.

“I never said stop,” she said, looking back with a frown and really assuming the role of my husband’s mistress.

He laughed at her affront, seeming proud of her.  In contrast I was their toy, but I knew my place.  This was exactly where I belonged—at the back of the queue, eating pussy.

“Eat my ass too,” she said.  “As punishment.”

I watched Michael’s head peer over her back and he looked into my eyes as I put my face back between her ass, pushing my tongue out gently until it collided with her tight pucker.

“That’s it,” she mewled, enjoying the sensation immensely.

“What’s she doing?” Michael asked.

“She’s got her tongue in my asshole,” Brandy answered breathlessly, taking a break from Michael’s cock to pull her cheeks wide and push back against me.


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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