Cuckqueen Mommy

I watch the nubile girls kick the soccer ball on the field from the comfort of my folding chair. Smiling at my daughter Rebecca, her light brown hair bouncing as she runs. She was probably among the top three players on the team.

Her eighteenth birthday was just a couple months back. Just before the start of school. I couldn’t help noticing just what a young woman she was becoming. Slim, with a pretty face. Her budding breasts already looking big on her frame.

Just like her teammates. All of them quite pretty. My pussy shamefully quivers when I look at them.

I’m not attracted to little girls, of course. I’m not even a lesbian. I love my husband. But these girls set something off in me. I get flustered being around them. I just want to touch myself.

I grip the arms of my chair hard as I stare at Cindy bending over. A teen I’ve known for years. I can’t stop staring at her tight little ass. What would I even do with it.

I shiver in the warm afternoon sun. Trying to let go of a need I am unable to articulate.

Where is my goofball husband anyway? Things are never this bad when he is around.

Buying another ice cream sandwich for himself. Of course.

My gaze drifts back to the girls. Now Cindy is fanning herself with her shirt. Smooth tummy exposed.

Edgar doesn’t know about my perverted feelings. How could I ever tell him? He’s the kinky one. I know he’d love to go beyond our vanilla sex life, but that isn’t me. Mrs. straight and narrow.

That’s what his ‘alone time’ is for. To look at all his nasty porn while he masturbates in his man cave.

That would bother some women, but not me. I want him to have a release for the things I can’t give him.

I look back to check my husband. My eyes narrow in annoyance. Donna Hardinger is talking to him. Recently divorced, on the prowl, Donna Hardinger.

She leans way in so my husband has a great view of her cleavage. He can’t help himself. He is a boob man.

The bleach-blonde woman’s tits are even bigger than my own generous double-D’s that Eddy loves to play with so much.

I’m sure he would love to tie her up and really go to town on them. Something about that though sends a strange thrill through me. Already turned on by the sexy soccer girls I guess. God I want to touch myself. Or maybe let Cindy touch me.

We could explore our budding feelings together.

Finally the big goof sits down next to me. My heart flutters a bit when he hands me an unasked-for soda. Always so considerate.

“Get a good view of Donna’s valleys?” I tease. His face turns bright red in embarrassment.

I put my hand on his and give him a warm smile. Making sure he understands that I’m not angry.

“You’re allowed to look.” I assure him. Turning back to the game.

Back to the girls.

Everyone is out. Eddy took the kids to see a movie. I could use a couple hours alone, so it worked out.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. Just this side of forty, I still look good. I could stand to lose a few pounds, but my curves all fall in the right places. Big tits, nice round ass. Pretty face with long mahogany hair. Just a little tan. Enough to have tan lines.

I grab my tummy. “Could lose a few pounds here.” I say to the empty bathroom.

Soon I slip into the hot water in the tub. I had added bubbles for whimsy. Plus the soap smells nice.

I close my eyes and lay back. The hot water soothing my naked body. For a long moment I rest. Letting the cares of adulthood slip away.

I bite my lower lip with a naughty grin. A look that always gets Eddy going. My hands squeeze my big breasts. I start to imagine the local newscaster naked. A handsome silver fox, and someone I could conceivably run into.

Maybe he buys me a drink at a bar.

Then as my hand slides down my body, through my pubic hair, the fantasy changes.

Maybe I’m sitting naked with the girls in a hot tub after the game yesterday. Some of them naked some of them in bikinis.

It’s not appropriate, but I can’t help it as my fingers brush against my cunny. Sending thrills through my body, all the way to my scalp.

Cindy would sit on my lap while my own daughter takes off her top next to me. Her budding breasts nearly D-cups herself.

I let out an audible moan as my finger enters my twat. Imagining Becca as she leans in close, grinning at her mother. Her naughty grin so similar to my own. My hands squeezing Cindy’s young breasts.

Ooh! It’s so wrong. So perverted. What am I?

My thumb brushes my clit sending white hot waves of pleasure through me. Always so sensitive I can barely think every time I flick it.

My fantasy changes. I’m still in the hot tub, but alone. I’m watching as Eddy thrusts into busty Donna from behind. The soccer mom screams his name as she cums. Her pleasure etched onto her face. My husband’s dick pounding deep in her wet twat.

I shudder as my own shameful orgasm thunders through me. Stronger than normal. I am lost to the world as the pleasure overrides my senses. My body trembles in the water for minutes afterward as I rest.

Late in the evening I brush my long hair. Sitting in the edge of the bed in little pink panties and a tight T-shirt. Clothes that broadcasted that I wouldn’t mind sex, but they would also be comfortable to sleep in if we didn’t.

Eddy moves up behind me wearing only his boxer briefs. I shiver as he kisses my neck. “Mmm, naughty.” I murmur.

“I can’t help it. You turn me on.” His hands reach around me and squeeze my breasts through the thin shirt. Giving me a thrill. I do love to have them touched.

I turn to him and we kiss for a bit. Then I break away.

Something has been bugging me. Something I feel compelled to poke. Like a sore tooth in your mouth you can’t stop touching with your tongue.

“Do you want to sleep with Donna?” I ask.

I can see his libido fade. As he gets a frightened young-boy look on his face.

“I love you.” He tells me.

I smile at him. “I know. But people change. Their needs change.” I pat his knee and look down. A little ashamed. “I know I don’t fulfill all your needs.” I tell him.

“Nonsense. I love our sex life. And you give me…space to explore anything you aren’t willing to do. The fantasy is good enough.” He assures me. Putting his hand on my cheek.

“Is it?” I ask. “I think I want you to have an affair. To be sure.”

“No. I am sure. You are the only woman I want. I don’t know where this is coming from, but it’s scaring me.”

His hand caresses my arm and I feel some tears.

He doesn’t understand. Maybe because I don’t.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t have a threesome with me and some woman?” I press.

“I’d explore anything you wanted. But I’m not interested in…in solo sexual exploits. Only with my loving partner.” He sighs.

“No, you’re right. I think…I think this is something I need.” I look in his eyes. “I’ve been feeling so…so strange lately. Horny strange.”

He gives me an encouraging nod.

“I want to do something. With other people.” I tell him.

“Like do a wife swap?” He asks. My turn to nod. That doesn’t quite sound right. But I need something. “Ok. We will look into it. If it’s something you need. Because I assure you. I am happy.”

I grab my loving husband’s hands and lean back pulling him on top of me. I wrap my legs around his body, still very horny. His hands pull up my shirt and grab my breasts.

I pull his wonderful dick out and push my panties aside. Helping him slide into me with a moan.

He feels so good.

The swap happened fast. Eddy found a couple online that seemed nice and lived in a nearby town. Not so close that if things turned real bad it would impact us. Not so far that there would be a lot of travel.

We chatted back and forth online for a couple days. Then, when I felt comfortable, we met up.

Vinny and Wendy Hull are in their early thirties and quite charming. He is tall and athletic. Average looks, but sweet. She is pretty and small. Barely five feet and with very little up top. She made us laugh with her jokes and anecdotes about U.S. history.

We enjoyed a nice dinner together, then went back to their hotel room.

Wendy and Edward sit on the bed making out. While Vinny pulls me onto his lap on the couch. His arms circle around the small of my back and his lips press against mine.

I part to let his tongue in. Kissing another man for the first time in over twenty years. Our tongues caressing each other as his fingers caress up and down my back.

I can feel his penis pressing against my thigh. Through his slacks. Oh god! Another man’s penis!

Can I really do this? But Eddy seems so into it. So excited. Excited to be with another woman.

My tummy gets some strange butterflies as I glance at them. Trying not to break my embrace with Vinny.

I pull one of his hands up to my breasts. Encouraging the stranger to be bold. He happily squeezes my tits. I can feel more than hear as he pulls the zipper down the back of my dress.

I shiver as my dress gets looser. I feel more vulnerable, but excited.

I can do this. My pussy practically throbs.

I glance over. Eddy is shirtless and Wendy is down to her bra and panties. A cute lace set that makes the petite woman look like one of my daughter’s friends.

I imagine her in a little school girl’s outfit.

Vinny pulls my dress down to my waist. Exposing my big black lace bra. And my ample cleavage.

I reach down and pet the top of his dick.

Am I excited to see it? To have it in me?

He kisses the tops of my breasts. I gasp at each touch. Reaching back to set the big orbs free. Now he grabs them. Gently, and sucks my nipples. My whole body buzzes.

Wendy has her face in my husband’s crotch. Sucking his beautiful dick. Something I only do on his birthdays. Maybe for valentines. If I’ve had some wine.

Does she enjoy that? Would she swallow if he came now? A stranger drinking my husband’s baby batter.

I gasp when Vinny gives my nipple a little bite. The pain surprisingly arousing.

I stand and let my dress fall. Then pull my panties down while he pulls out his cock. Smaller than Eddy, and more veiny. Exciting? He slips on a rubber.

I notice Wendy putting one on my husband too. The blowjob over.

I lay down on the couch, spreading my legs for a man that isn’t my husband. Vinny climbs on top of me. Reaching down to rub the tip of his cock against my cunny.

I gasp each time it rubs my clit. Blurring my vision from the wonderful sensation.

Before I realize it, he is leaning forward. His dick inside me. A stranger’s dick. I groan from the pleasure. His lips going to my nipples. He squeezes and caresses my tits.

I can see Wendy on her back. Her legs in the air, my loving husband between them. The father of my children thrusting into her tight twat.

Vinny the doesn’t last long. Soon he is grunting. Filling up his condom.

He slides off me but pulls me into a cuddle. One from which we can both watch our partners.

“I don’t think you were really into this.” He whispers in my ear.

“I’m sorry.” I murmur. “It’s my first time.”

“I know.” He kisses my shoulder. “But you seem more interested in your husband and my wife.” His hand reaches around to play with my breasts.

On the bed Wendy is now on her hands and knees. Whining her excitement as my husband pounds her doggy style. We rarely do anything but missionary.

She looks so happy. So satisfied.

“Maybe you are looking for something else.” Vinny tells me. His fingers rolling my nipple.

Eddy grunts loudly as he cums. He looks very satisfied as he crumples tiredly next to the short woman.

“How was that for you?” Edward asks me as we drive home.

“It…was fine. It’s not what I was looking for.” I tell him with a wane smile. “Something about you and Wendy though…”

“I’m not leaving you for her.” He assures me. Noticeably worried.

“No, I know.” I give him a smile. “It’s not that. It’s just…I was more interested in what the two of you were doing.”

We sit quietly for a few minutes. Lost in our thoughts. The only sound is the engine and the tires on the road.

“I want you to cheat on me.” I turn to him suddenly. “I want you to take a woman out or just go to her house and have sex with her. I want you to betray our wedding vows.” I put my hand on his thigh. “Please? I really want to try this.”

“I’d be doing it for you. Not for me?” He asks, trying to navigate my needs.