The Night My Wife was Cuckqueaned

Turns out she was ecstatic, it happened.

“Bob, Thank you for driving me home”. “I know it’s out of your way”!

No problem Kimmie”.

She looked so sweet and innocent, half our age, a college girl, who takes a class with my wife, her professor.

“Come on inside, I’ve got a surprise for you to take back to your cuckquean wife. It’s a special perfume for your cock called “my pussy”.

“Don’t worry about what wifey is going to think”! “She’s been hinting what a stud muffin you are, I think she is wanting us to fuck”!

“Don’t worry about anything at all”!

“Just fuck your beautiful friend like you always wanted to”. “Your wife loves it, she’s a born cuckquean”!

“You know you’ve wanted a piece of this cake for a while now”.

“Your 6ft tall and strong as a bear”. “I can’t “make you” fuck me”.

“I’ll just put my body on my bed, and let you do what comes naturally”.

In Kimmie’s house, in her bedroom, tall and lean in barefeet nearly 5 ft 10 with impressive 36C cups tits, and a smooth shaven pussy. “C’mon babe, get undressed, your little chubette at home, doesn’t need to know, what we do, until she tastes me”.