Female Cuckolds 4-Pack : Books 5 – 8 (Cuckquean Erotica Threesome Erotica Lesbian Erotica BDSM Erotica Anal Sex Erotica): Female Cuckolds 4-Pack, #2

By Connie Cuckquean

The wives in these books can't wait to be humiliated by hot, fitter, sexier women, claiming their husbands in front of their very eyes!

Read as women watch their hubby get the pleasure they could never provide, and sometimes their hubby's new girlfriend lets them join in and clean up the mess!

Features books 5-8 : 'Hubby's Mail Order Girlfriend,' 'Hubby's Bimbo Bot Is Replacing Me,' 'Hubby Took Her Ass In The Backseat,' and 'Hubby's New Secretary Is My Femdom.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Cuckquean
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223977582

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Mrs. Wester grabbed a collar from the rack and placed it around Jennifer’s neck like it was nothing.  She looked her in the eye briefly.

You belong to me now, she said.

Jennifer knew it better than anybody, but just in case she didn’t, Mrs. Wester gripped her cheeks with one hand and then spat right in her face.

Jennifer flinched and closed her eyes, feeling the saliva roll down her cheek.  It was as though Mrs. Wester was daring her to do something.  Jennifer’s teeth gritted slightly, but nothing more occurred.

Mrs. Wester smiled knowingly, then she clipped a leash to the collar and yanked at it.

On your knees, she said.

Jennifer got the hard floor and crawled along it in discomfort, following Mrs. Wester who walked towards the saddle that Jennifer had spied earlier.

Familiar with squirting? asked Mrs. Wester.

Jennifer was confused, but Michael nodded.

You don’t need to know what it is, the mistress said to Jennifer.  You just need to kneel.

She set Jennifer in front of the half-drum device.  It was like a barrel of beer on its side, and Mrs. Wester straddled it.

Jennifer watched the joystick disappear into Mrs. Wester’s thick fur and she heard the groan of her femdom as the toy sank deep.

Here, she said, and she handed Michael a controller.  When I say, increase the speed.

Jennifer placed her hands on her thighs and knelt in front of Mrs. Wester.  Her heart raced in her chest.  The machine whirred to life and Mrs. Wester started to grunt and moan instantly.

Jennifer didn’t want to be turned on by it, but she couldn’t help herself.  The dislike she held for Mrs. Wester faded as she watched the older beauty begin to enjoy herself.  The primal urges that she displayed as she writhed on the machine gave Jennifer another angle of Mrs. Wester’s character.  She got off just the same as everyone else, or so Jennifer thought.

Higher, Mrs. Wester ordered, and Michael turned the dial.

Jennifer looked at him.  Michael gave her barely a glance.  He didn’t want to miss the show, and who could blame him.

In front of him, and at his mercy, sat Mrs. Wester, moaning and groaning.  Her brows furrowed with pleasured anguish and her lips parted.

Higher! she whined, and Jennifer started to smile too as she saw the façade slip.  Mrs. Wester lost control, or so it appeared.

You see, people like Mrs. Wester allow themselves to lose control, and when someone can do that, have they ever truly lost control?

Mrs. Wester knew the answer to that question, which is why she started a smile all of her own.  She felt the pressure build as the joy inside her rumbled her pussy.

She felt the fullness, and she felt the muscle straining to hold back the torrent.  Her pussy flexed and contracted around the intruder, then Michael took his cue and turned the machine higher still.  It rippled so quickly that its outline became a blur, and Mrs. Wester’s thighs shook with it.

Jennifer’s pupils were black and fat with lust.  She watched as Michael gave Mrs. Wester a gargantuan orgasm, and then marvelled as the secretary bounced up off the machine and pointed her flexing pussy right at Jennifer’s face.

A huge bloom of fluid squirted out from Mrs. Wester’s pussy, joined by a long, loud moan that bounced off the walls of their underground sex room.

Michael startled as he watched the squirting cascade cover his wife, ruining her white dress and turning her face and hair sodden.

Jennifer didn’t move.  Mrs. Wester took it as proof that she was truly broken.  Her spirit had left her, and as the warm squirt blasted from Mrs. Wester’s pussy, she knew she had the cuckquean she’d always wished for.

Hubby’s Mail-Order Girlfriend : Female Cuckolds 5

Holy shit, life was starting to grind.  My husband Lance and I are well into our forties and our children have both left home.  He’s still pulling his sixty-hour workweeks and I’m still playing housewife, keeping everything else in his life ticking over.

I’d thought about a part-time job just to break up the monotony, but Lance wouldn’t hear of it.  He said he wanted to look after me, and that was sweet to hear, but I just wanted a change, and I didn’t care too much what it was.

I’d been out for a morning run and when I got back, I noticed the strangest kind of catalog sat on the doormat.  I fingered through it and my eyebrows damn-near shot off the top of my face.

It was pages upon pages of women.  All of them were dressed, thank-God, but all of them could be hired.  There was a number and everything.

I turned the pages at first in disgust but then in amazement at the sheer number of women, and good-looking ones at that, that adorned each page.

Almost every one of them was fitter and younger than me, and they offered a ‘real girlfriend’ experience for whoever chose to order them.

My first thought was that the magazine had arrived at the wrong address.  I knew for a fact that Andy, our next-door neighbor, was a divorcee who lived alone, so my first thoughts turned to him.

I set the magazine down on the basin and took my morning shower, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  The whole time I showered I imagined just how the whole thing might work.  What the hell was a ‘real girlfriend’ experience anyway?

I started to feel inadequate as I compared myself to the beauties on the page.  Was I so far past-it that even some mail-order girlfriends were more attractive than me?

A delicious ripple of jealousy coursed through me.  My shoulders bounced as I shivered with the strangest kind of delight.  I started to imagine my husband coming home to his new girlfriend, and how she’d bounce playfully towards the door and wrap her arms around him.

The humiliation struck deep.  It ignited something inside me that had been long dormant, or long ignored.  I couldn’t decide which.

For the longest of times, I’d felt as though I was no longer good enough for Lance.  We’d both grown older, but to me he’d barely changed.  He’d kept his physique and had only become more handsome as the years passed.  I wanted to please him the way I used to, but those days were long gone.

An unfamiliar arousal washed over me as my hands caressed my wet, naked body.  I started to touch myself to the thought of my husband with another woman.  The idea was so intoxicating that, to my shame, I started to come.

I groaned alone in the bathroom, filling the room with moans of pleasured excitement as my fingers flurried over my wet, stiff clit.  The whole time I thought of Lance and the toned, athletic