Page 37 of Jealous Wife
Other cuckqueans got off on the idea of being humiliated, even publicly shamed, for being so inadequate in their ability to satisfy their husbands that their men needed to seek satisfaction elsewhere.
Still other cuckqueans were drawn to the thought of watching their husbands pleasure other women, taking pride in their husbands’ sexual prowess, knowing full well all the sights, sounds, and sensations the other woman would be experiencing as her husband’s body, fingers, lips, tongue, and cock worked their magic.
Among the cuckqueans there seemed to be an undercurrent of lesbianism, many cuckqueans spent an inordinate amount of time lusting not only for their own husbands but over the girls--also known as cuckcakes--that their husbands had sex with.
Many of these cuckqueans practiced something known as edging, or orgasm denial, claiming that by repeatedly ruining their orgasms, they coasted into some kind of altered state wherein they experienced vastly heightened levels of awareness and sensitivity.
While watching the thousands of cuckquean and edging videos online, Ava would play with herself. As soon as she felt like she was going to orgasm, she removed her hands from her body and stayed perfectly still, riding the very edge of orgasm as it surfed through her, letting her body relax just enough to start the process all over again.
Her whole life had been consumed by these strange obsessions and, weirdly, it satisfied Ava more than anything else ever had. She no longer orgasmed, in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had, but that didn’t seem to matter. The satisfaction she got from knowing that Rollo was fucking that tight young cunt was more than enough to electrify her life.
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At long last, the screen went blank, and the device inside her stopped. She had enough time to catch her breath and relax in the seat, winding down from the intense afternoon Rollo had put her through. It took her a couple of minutes to notice that he was driving them home.
Ava recognized the streets around them, slowly passing by the windows. She took a couple of deep breaths.
Rollo didn’t say a word to Ava as he parked in their driveway. He climbed out of the car in silence and went around to Ava’s door. He opened it for her and helped her, gently, out of the car. Once she was standing upright, he disconnected the cables and tossed them into the car, letting them fall against the leather seats in a messy pile.
He still didn’t talk to Ava while he brought her inside and led her upstairs. Ava felt the excitement build between her legs as she saw that Rollo was heading toward their bedroom. She prepared herself mentally, wondering if he was going to finally fuck her until she came. Disappointment washed over her when she realized he was taking her into the bathroom.
Rollo bent over the bathtub and let the hot water pour into it. Steam filled the bathroom quickly, making the air hot and hard to breathe. As the bath slowly filled, Rollo turned his attention to Ava. He peeled off her sweaty clothes and tossed them on the floor, letting them sit there in a slick, wet pile.
Once she was fully naked, he spread her legs and pushed his fingers inside her. Ava gasped as she felt him diving inside, exploring her. When his fingers gripped onto the dildo, he started to pull it out. The breath caught in Ava’s throat as she felt it slowly sliding out of her. It set her whole body ablaze again, sending ripples of electricity through her skin.
It came out with a wet, sloppy sound. Rollo placed it on the tiles, where Ava could see her juices gently falling off it to seep onto the ground. Rollo rose to his feet and tested the bathwater with his hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot. He adjusted the water to cool the bath off a bit before helping Ava into the tub.
The water was hot against her skin, soothing her sore, overworked muscles. Ava lowered herself into the crystal clear water and looked down at her body, slowly turning pink in the steaming water. She relaxed down against the ceramic, letting her head rest against the wall behind her.
When she was settled in the hot water, feeling her body finally start to get some form of relief, she looked up to Rollo. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms folded across his chest.
“I’ll be inviting Zoey over tomorrow,” Rollo said curtly.
Ava’s heart skipped a beat. “Here?”
Rollo nodded once in reply.
“To our house?” Ava asked.
“That’s what I said,” Rollo said.
Ava felt her thighs clench and tense at the thought of Zoey coming into their home. Zoey hadn’t stepped foot inside their house since that very first night. Rollo had told Ava that her presence had upset Zoey, that she wasn’t comfortable with someone watching them fuck. Ava couldn’t help but wonder if something had changed with Zoey, or if Rollo had demanded this of her.
It didn’t matter, not really. All she knew was that would now at least be able to listen to them fucking, even if she wasn’t able to watch them like she wanted to. Ava felt heat growing from inside her, burning her insides as she imagined her husband fucking that girl’s tight pussy. She shuddered, sending the water rippling all around her.
“Don’t touch yourself in there,” Rollo snapped. “Do you hear me?”
Ava kept her eyes averted as she squeezed her hands into fists. She nodded slowly in agreement.
Rollo collected Ava’s clothes and the dildo and left the bathroom. Ava closed her eyes and let her whole body relax as she listened to the sounds of his footsteps rolling through the house.
Excitement started to build up inside of her. Zoey was coming over tomorrow. The thought of being able to listen to the sound of her husband’s cock pushing inside another girl’s sex was too much for Ava. She reached down between her legs and pressed her fingers against her warm clitoris.
She wanted to masturbate so badly. All she wanted was to orgasm. Just one little orgasm was all she needed. Sighing, she removed her hands from her pussy and placed them on her chest, trying her best to stop thinking about it.
Chapter 15
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