Tag: passion

You Love It

You obsess about the idea of your man having sex with another woman. It’s all you think about. It distracts and consumes you. It makes your pussy wet. You’ve played out hundreds of scenarios in your mind. Walking in and seeing your husband’s cock in another woman’s mouth. The look on his face. You are the furthest thing from his mind.

But that doesn’t matter to you. The only thing that matters is his pleasure, and she is providing that for him now. He is completely into her. Each moan that crooses his lips makes your pussy ache. You watch him as he is about to taste her sweet juices. It’s his turn to fill her body with pleasure, and there’s nothing you want more. She arches her back when she feels his tongue flicker on her clit. It takes her breath away…and yours too.

You reach down and rub your pussy as he brings her to her first climax. He lifts his head from between her legs and his face is covered in her wetness. His dick is so hard and precum hangs from the tip.

You love this. Everything about it. You can almost taste his cum, but it’s not for you tonight. Tonight he is going to spread her legs and rub his cock up and down her pussy, teasing her clit before finally sliding it inside her tight pussy.

They both moan loudly. They look so good together. They move in unison. It’s almost like this isn’t their first time. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just the first time you’re seeing them. There’s so much passion.

Their bodies are so close. They have truly believe one person. The range of emotions you experience is endless. Rage, anger, jealousy, lust, desire, envy, excitement, love, arousal. You want to be the one he’s fucking, but you know he’s far more aroused by her. She even allows him to fuck her ass. Not only allows it, but begs him.

She rises her ass and takes his entire cock. He’s always wanted anal sex. She’s giving him everything he wants. You rub your pussy faster, but you only edge. You husband doesn’t like you to have orgasms. That takes away from his pleasure. You keep watching, loving them both. Loving what’s happening. His pleasure, her pleasure. Your denial. Their pace picks up. He’s going to cum. You rub your pussy and pinch your nipples, finding it difficult to hold back your own orgasm. You watch as they both cum.

He unloads his seed deep inside her pussy. He stays inside her for minutes, kissing her tenderly. They are quietly talking. What are they saying? Smiles. Laughing. More kissing. Then he lays behind her, carressing her body. Loving her. Looks like you’ll be sleeping on the couch.

I Want To Fuck Your Husband

July 4, 2018

As I scroll through Tumblr, reading all of the magnificent cuckquean blogs, knowing how desperate we are to find a woman who will make our fantasies come true, I find myself wanting to fuck your man. I want you to see the seduction.

Watch as I suck his fingers making sure to taste his wedding ring so I can hear you whimper.

I want to see you drool as I take his cock into my mouth. He’s so hard. Watch his expression as s I manuver my tongue around his dick. Has he ever been this excited when you sucked his cock?

We don’t break eye contact. Does he even care that you’re still in the room? Maybe you should go get us a drink. This is going to be a long night. I love making a man cum, but it’s way too soon. I want him to taste my arousal. Knowing I’m fucking your man while you watch makes my pussy wet. I want his tongue in that wetness.

Ohhhh…mmmmmm…..yessss. No wonder you want to share him. He has a magical tongue. He deserves to taste a sweet pussy. He obviously loves my flavor because he doesn’t stop until he has brought me to an orgasm. It’s ok, quean, you can rub your pussy, but no cumming for you! Orgasms are only for me and your husband tonight. I need to feel his cock inside me, now.

Oh my God, he feels so good. His cock is filling my wet hole. He doesn’t move yet. He allows himself to savor this feeling. I squeeze my pussy muscles tight around his throbbing dick. He moans. You start rubbing your clit a little faster. Your desperation makes my desire grow. You husband has his way with me. We fuck in every possible position.

He fucks me with more intensity with each passing minute. This man thrusts into me with passion, making me grunt and moan. He’s fucking me so hard that the bed is shaking and banging against the wall.

He picks up the pace. He’s going to cum soon.

I feel my pleasure building again. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had at this point, but this one is going to top them all.

His cock expands and I feel him release his hot load into me as he growls and yells out in pleasure. As we catch our breath, I look over at you and smile. I know how much your pussy is aching for release. I ask you to lay on the bed as you husband gets a shower. I want to help you so I ask you to spread your legs for me. I tell you that I will rub your clit until your husband gets out of the shower. If you can cum in that amount of time, I will allow it.

You beg me to go a little faster. You’re so close….just a little faster, please. Oh no, there’s your hubby. Times up. No orgasm for you tonight! No be a good quean and go get me a snack. I’m very hungry after that workout I just had with your husband.

Imagine

5/2/18

Imagine him intimately caressing another woman, sending chills up her spine as his fingers barely touch her skin.

Imagine him softly and deeply kissing another woman as she willingly accepts the taste of him on her lips.

Imagine him, for the first time since you’ve been with him, rubbing another woman’s pussy. You haven’t had an orgasm in months, but he’s about to give her the first of many tonight.

Imagine his fingers, fingers that have only touched you for years, sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, simultaneously, pleasure slowly building and giving her another orgasm. Her juices going all over his hand.

Imagine. His tongue exploring her clit. Small gentle circles around her magic button. Taking his time. Savoring the sweet taste of her in his mouth. She cums again.

Imagine your husband, having lost every thought of you, lies there in ecstasy as she delicately licks his balls, teasing him, the anticipation of having his cock in another woman’s mouth.

Close your eyes and imagine this moment. The head of his rock hard cock pressed firmly against the opening of her wet and waiting pussy. Ready to feel his cock inside another woman for the first time in years. Thrusting slowly. Claiming her.

Imagine him slowly grinding into her, escalating her pleasure. She’s about to have another orgasm. This time, her pussy will clench onto your husband’s cock. He wants to cum, but he’s not finished yet.

Imagine him fucking her like you don’t even exist. Like a beast claiming his prey. Growling loudly as he sprays his seed deep inside her body. She whimpers like the true beauty she is. A real woman. Taking your husband’s cum as she too has one final and mind-blowing orgasm.

Imagine all of these things and then do what a desperately denied cuckquean does. Rub your pussy right to the edge. How long can you ride it without going over? Remember Quean, orgasms are for your husband’s cuckcakes!

I don’t want a threesome. I’m not interested in being a swinger. What I want is to discreetly watch my husband lost in ecstasy as he intimately pleases another woman. I don’t want to be their fluffer girl. My husband is an expert at preparing a woman for sex. He doesnt need me for that! She will have several orgasms before his cock is even inside her for the first time. He is doing this for me but I don’t want him distracted by me. I want them to get lost in each other. I want to hear her moaning, knowing that my husband is the reason for her pleasure. Most of all, I want to watch him as his pleasure builds and he turns from a sweet and passionate lover into a sexual beast, growling as he explodes deep into her pussy. I want to see the heavy breathing as they cling to each other, completely satisfied, as I remain a desperate and achy mess.

Every. Little. Thing.

March 24, 2018

Every touch he gives, every kiss, every look, every word increases my desire for him.

The lightest touch covers my body with goosebumps. I think he’s intentionally driving me insane. I want more. I crave the ache that he so graciously allows me to feel.

We do this solely for his pleasure, but is that really the truth? Yes, my denial satisfies his animalistic lust and feeds his ego, which increases his need to control me. But his complete control is what I most desire.

I believe that my place, as my husband’s wife, is kneeling before him. Submitting to him pleases me. In my mind, that is how it’s meant to be. It is my right, as a wife, to be obedient to my husband. It gives me pleasure. It adds to the constant ache of being denied. When he allows me the privilege of tasting his cock, my pussy turns into a leaking faucet,

especially when I know I’m the one filling his body with pleasure. When he moans or starts breathing heavy, I feel like my pussy is screaming, begging for his touch. He is the only one who has the power to stop my aching. He chooses not to. His decision elevates my suffering, which adds to his arousal, and mine.

He prefers me to be in a constant state of desperation. He wants me to crave his touch, to beg for it, which I do willingly and unashamed. I always know when I’ve been a good girl because he rewards me with the pleasure of his tongue. He reminds me that he does it because he enjoys the sweet taste of my juice and that any pleasure I receive is unintentional.

The agonizing deliberate slowness of his tongue on my clit almost makes me cry. I beg him to go faster but my words are ignored as he says he needs to go slowly so he can savor the taste of me. He continues to torment me. The pleasure is building, the feeling is almost too intense to handle. I need to cum. It’s right there. I beg. He says no.

He fucks me. Finally. My pussy will feel some relief when he shoves his cock inside me. The feeling is incredible. He is pleased by how wet I am for him. He reminds me how he allows me to edge in order to build up resistance to giving in to that need to orgasm.

He does not like having to stop fucking me to keep me from having an orgasm. That is my job. If I fail, there will be consequences. But my constant edging is paying off. I’m able to ride a hard edge much longer than I could in the beginning. He notices my progress and then pounds me harder, almost like he’s trying to make me cum. Finally, I have to ask him to stop. I don’t want to disappoint my husband by having an orgasm.

He generously allows me the pleasure of his cum on my face and in my mouth. I love this man with so much conviction. He has taken away my orgasms but has replaced them with more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

No Words Needed

You contacted me on Tumblr. We hit it off right away. We talk every day for hours. It started off with flattering and flirting and many pictures being shared. You’re married. I’m married. Your wife is gorgeous and funny and has joined in our conversations. My husband hears about you every day and encourages my flirtatious friendship with you. We truly have the best spouses in the world. We know that if we ever get to meet, we will fuck. The only thing that separates us is an ocean. Our friendship continues to grow. The 4 of us become very good friends. Then it happens. We plan our vacation. Book the flight and hotel. I am so excited to meet you and your wife. She and my husband will just watch, at least the first time. He opens the hotel door and welcomes you both inside. I hug your wife. Then I walk to you. The energy between us is undeniable.

You bend over and kiss my cheek as I unfasten your jeans. You pull my shirt up over my head. I take my pants off and then pull yours down as I sink to my knees. Your cock is familiar to me from all the pictures I’ve seen. I take it in my hands and lick it from base to tip, all the while never taking my eyes away from yours. Deliberately slowly I take the length of you into my mouth. Your eyes close and you take a deep breath. With my mouth closed around your cock, I continue licking all around with my tongue. I move my mouth up and down, taking you all the way out and all the way back in, down my throat, the way I know you like it. It has been 3 months since either of us has had an orgasm and today is the day we agreed we would cum. You’re so excited already. Precum dribbles into my mouth. You gently pull me up onto my feet and kiss me. I remove your shirt and we fall onto the bed. Before I know what’s happening, your head is between my legs. Your tongue is separating my lips and gently circles my clit. I arch my back and push your head into my pussy. You keep licking, tasting me, driving me so close to the edge, but not allowing me to cum. “Not yet.” You say.

You sit up and pull me up. We are facing each other. You eagerly kiss me, I can taste myself on your lips. I wrap My legs around your hips and slide down onto your cock. You fill my pussy. Slowly I move up and down. I’m so wet. You’re rock hard.

We agreed that we would have our orgasms together. It’s been 3 months. We both need to cum. We are aching for it. At the same time, we don’t want this to end. You lay back so that I’m on top of you. You look up at me as I ride your cock. I can tell your so close, so I slow down. We are both riding the edge. You push me off of you, stand up on the bed and force your cock into my mouth. I suck all of my juice off of you. You tell me to bend over and you fuck me from behind.

The passion, tension, need, and desire is continuing to build up. I get on my back and you move between my legs, lowering yourself into me. Face to face, you kiss me passionately and start thrusting into me. We are both breathing heavy, almost panting. You whisper into my ear that you are going to cum. That’s all I need to hear. This has been building up for 3 months. We both exploded into an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever. Laying there, catching our breath, we looked at each other and smiled. I said, “it’s nice to finally meet you!”

The Best Sex Ever

Jan. 19, 2018

Last night was my 17th day without an orgasm. I edge every day. Sometimes with a toy, sometimes with my hand. Always hard edges and I ride them all afternoon when time allows. My husband has had kind of a hard time lately getting into my obsessing about sex and denial. We had a very long and detailed conversation last night about what I want/need and about what he wants/needs. I know that I need to be more sensitive to his moods and things he goes through. At the same time, as I explained to him, I am 48. I feel like I am at my sexual peak. All credit goes to orgasm denial. I don’t want to ignore this part of my life or not give it the attention it deserves. I want to explore and embrace my sexuality. I don’t know how long I can expect to be on this sexual high, but I want to enjoy the ride as long as I can. After hearing me explain things like that, I feel like he now has a much better understanding and appreciation for what I’m experiencing. He knows that he needs to play a more active role, and he wants to. It truly was one of the best conversations we have ever had. When we were finished we had the most incredible sex, I think, we have ever had. It was filled with passion and ecstasy, love and compassion, and lust and longing. He started simply by playing with my nipples. Squeezing and tugging. It was enough to bring me to a soft edge. That has never happened before. Sounds were escaping from my mouth that I’ve never heard before. I’ve never had more desire for anyone. Ever. Then he made love to me. He stayed close to me, our bodies glued together with our sweat. My entire body was trembling. I had to ask him to stop several times. He caressed my face and our eyes locked as he started his rhythm again. I wanted to cum. I asked him if I could. He hesitated. I know he wanted me to, but he said, “please don’t. Just hold off for me.” I told him that it was so hard not to. He kept moving. He kissed me, he told me he loved me. He held me close as he came deep in my pussy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I didn’t even have an orgasm. I truly gave my orgasm to my husband and he treated it like a precious gift. He loves what I’m doing for him. I never want another orgasm. I want him to have them all.