Cuckqueen Flash Fiction

What a Cuckqueen longs for…

Is it the Humiliation? The excitement of the perverse? Or a sexual, sapphic connection between a queen and a vixen, you don’t dare admit?

As I passionately make out with your husband in your car for the first time, I can feel the tension and excitement building between us.

The rain beats down on the windows, creating a sensual symphony of sound. Through the fogged glass, I catch glimpses of you kneeling outside the car where I put you when I told you to give us privacy.

Your body shivering with cold and anticipation as the door closed. The delicious image of you, completely weak and replaceable, only adds to the thrill of being with your husband.

Each thrust of his cock into me makes him more mine and less yours. The rhythmic sway of the car as he plows me, sends shockwaves of pain through you, and I can see it in the way you wince and grit your teeth.

The sound of our moans and gasps echoes through the night like a mocking chorus, taunting you relentlessly as we give in to our primal desires.

You’ll have to beg me to be let back in. But there is always a price to pay, isn’t there? Licking me out, humiliated, as…