Cuckquean story: His Personal Assistant

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I pulled the cork out of the bottle of merlot and poured a generous amount into each glass. I brought out my nicest candles and put two of them on the coffee table, lighting them with a match. 

“Looks good,” I said to myself, observing the living room. It looked romantic and cozy, the perfect way to start a sexy evening. 

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– Jake A.

I heard his car pull into the driveway, so I hurried into the kitchen. I put the bottle of wine back on the counter and waited for the front door to open.

In walked my husband, looking as handsome as ever in his dark gray suit. In tow was Rebecca, his beautiful personal assistant. Her blonde hair was sleek and straight down her back, and she was dressed in a short, tiny black dress and heels.

“Hey, Nina,” she said, smiling at me. There was a spark to her eye like usual. 

“Hi,” I replied, leaning against the kitchen island while they cuddled up on the couch. I watched as they took their wine glasses and began to sip them, giggling and making small talk with each other.

Pretty soon, things began to get hot and heavy. Nick made a move first, of course, brushing Rebecca’s hair to the side as he began to kiss the side of her neck. His eyes connected to mine as he did so, and I couldn’t help but blush. It had been months of indulging my fetish of watching my husband fuck another woman, and I was still just as turned on by it as I was at the beginning. 

Rebecca moaned and sighed as my husband began to slide the straps of her dress off over her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as he slid the dress down over her, he lowered his face to her perky, petite breasts and began to suck on her nipples. 

My pussy began to throb. It was so hot being able to watch Nick from this angle, listening to the sounds he was eliciting from this beautiful woman. 

Rebecca stood up and Nick helped her shimmy out of her dress. She kicked off her heels and sighed blissfully as my husband started to pull down the waistband of her panties. He brought his mouth forward and started to kiss her flat stomach.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, his voice low and rough, as he looked back up at Rebecca. 

I let them go for a few seconds before following them. When I got to the bedroom, I tip-toed past the bed, where my husband and his personal assistant were making out. Nick was on top of her, and both of them were naked. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor. I took a seat on the chair in the corner.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” moaned Nick, kissing his way down Rebecca’s body. 

I moved my hand down my yoga pants and thong, rubbing my clit as Nick began to suck on each of Rebecca’s nipples. She moaned as he did this, running her hands through his wavy hair. Her back pulled away from the bed, forming an arch, as she snaked his tongue across her pink peaks.

He slid from her breasts down her stomach, kissing her all the way to the patch of soft blonde hair right above her pussy. Nick slid onto his belly, pulled Rebecca’s legs apart, and pressed his mouth right between her thighs.

“Shit!” Rebecca hissed, her mouth falling open. “That feels so good.”

I knew it was true. My husband was the best at eating pussy.

He buried his face deep into her, running his tongue from top to bottom, as though lapping her up. He breathed her in and stopped at her clit, massaging it with his tongue. Rebecca began to shake, and she lost all control when Nick pushed two fingers inside of her.

“Holy shit!” she cried. “Yes, right there!”

I leaned forward, as though watching a riveting movie. I loved hearing how wet Rebecca’s pussy sounded as my husband fingered her. Her chest was heaving up and down, and I could tell she was getting close.

“Fuck, fuck!” she moaned, reaching down to hold Nick’s head right up against her clit as she came. Her thighs shook on either side of his face and a series of adorable whimpers escaped her mouth.

When she had finished cumming, Nick sat up and licked his lips, while I rubbed my own clit even harder now. 

Rebecca rolled over onto her hands and knees and ran her tongue across the shaft of my husband’s cock. Her big blue eyes looked upwards to watch him as she took his cock all the way into her mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” Nick groaned, tossing his head back. “That feels amazing.”

Rebecca mumbled something back to him, her mouth filled up with his cock, and began to bob her head up and down. She was so enthusiastic with it, not caring to get too sloppy or wet. I knew that was just how Nick liked it. He brushed back her blonde hair as she sucked him, pulling the strands away from her mouth. 

“I want you,” he said finally, slipping his cock out from between Rebecca’s lips. 

As I watched my husband get behind my Rebecca, I wondered what their dynamic was like at work. I wondered if she ever sucked his cock underneath his desk, or if they ever fooled around after hours. There were a few times that he was late getting home from the office. . .

Nick ran his hands across the smooth, milky skin of her ass. She really did have the perfect butt—taut and firm, with perky cheeks. He gave her a few playful smacks before sliding his cock underneath and right into her pussy.

“Fuuuuuck,” Rebecca whimpered, her fingers twisting the blankets. “That feels so fucking good.”
“You’re so goddamn tight,” growled Nick, fucking her in slow, deep strokes. 

From where I sat, I had the perfect angle and could see Nick’s long cock disappear inside Rebecca with each thrust. Even from here, I noticed his shaft glistening with her wetness. 

Nick started to fuck her harder now, ramming his cock against her as his skin slapped against hers. Rebecca let out a loud moan as she fell forward, so she was face down, ass up. 

“Yeah, you like it hard, don’t you?” Nick asked. His fingers pressed into her hips.

“Mmhmm,” Rebecca replied, in her cute girlish whimper.

My panties were soaked now. I was so close to cumming, but I wanted to hold back until they were finished.

I watched as Rebecca and my husband switched positions, with her getting on top. She straddled his stomach and lowered herself down onto his cock, making each of them let out a loud “oh fuck!”

She rode him hard and fast, bouncing up and down on him with a stamina that I envied. Her tits jiggled and swayed. Eventually, she fell forward and kissed him, fucking him now by grinding her hips against his cock.

“Holy shit,” Nick groaned, reaching up to grab her tits.

I twitched in my seat, trying hard to keep myself from getting off. I slowed down the touch against my clit, to keep the orgasm at bay.

Nick’s hands were now on Rebecca’s ass as she grinded against him, and I heard him say, “fuck, I’m so close.”

I sat up a little straighter. 

“Yes, baby, cum for me,” moaned Rebecca into his ear. “Fill me up.”

I watched as, after a few moments, my husband held Rebecca against him, keeping him still. His mouth fell open as a long groan slipped out, louder than ever. His cock was flooding her pussy was cum, and as soon as I realized it, I let myself get off. My orgasm crashed over me, long and hard. 

Rebecca finally slid off of Nick’s cock and collapsed on the bed next to him while they caught their breath. Meanwhile, I was trying to collect myself too. 

I stood up and headed for the kitchen. I never knew what to do with myself after the fact, so I usually made myself busy cleaning up or fixing a drink. As I left the room, I felt how soaked my panties were. The wetness had drenched my thong and my yoga pants, and they now felt cool and wet against my pussy.

“Alright,” said Nick, as he and Rebecca walked into the living room. He was helping her to the door, where he gave her a big kiss. “See you next week, okay?”

Rebecca beamed at him. She still looked immaculate, though her hair was a little disheveled now. “Yes,” she said, “see you then.”

Her eyes flashed quickly at me, and I gave her a friendly smile and nod. 

Once the door was closed behind her, my husband came into the kitchen towards me and grabbed me by the waist. He still smelled like Rebecca’s sugary perfume.

“Come to bed?” he asked, his eyes looking into mine.

I nodded. “Yes please.”

He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, where the duvet was still wrinkled and damp. 

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  1. gary Bradley
    November 12, 2023 om 2:39 am

    i wpuld love that but she is convinced i like watching her and i do

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  2. gary Bradley
    November 12, 2023 om 2:39 am

    i wpuld love that but she is convinced i like watching her and i do

    Reply

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