A Cuckquean is Crowned

Amara Herrera watched her latest conquest emerge from the crowd outside the Blue Silk nightclub. It was shaping up to be one hell of a night. The young woman sauntering over to the Uber was utter perfection.

Proportionately her body was ridiculous, with a waist that curved in sharply above a toned ass and thighs, and large, plump boobs that were practically begging to be squeezed. An asymmetric pixie cut with silvery highlights crowned her angular face. Her canines had flashed white in the dim interior of the club when she smirked and flirted, and she'd been doing plenty of both all evening. Amara was still slightly in awe of her new 'friend', and couldn't wait to devour her.

This wasn't the first time that Amara had found a gorgeous young thing to take back to share with her husband. Tonight would be their 6th time having someone share their bed, and Natasha would be the fourth woman that Amara had picked up in person. Together, her and her husband had shared women of all shapes and sizes, and with varying degrees of sexual experience. But she had a feeling that this one would be their hottest tryst to date.

Natasha reinforced that feeling when she started touching and teasing Amara as soon as she got into the back of the car. And she was so confident, so eager with her caresses and kisses, and without any clumsiness or hints of intoxication. Amara found herself a little more buzzed than usual, but the younger woman didn't seem fazed by the handful of drinks they'd had. She was fully in control. That only made Amara want her more.

The ride home was short. They joked and giggled and touched each other, and Amara felt just like a nervous college girl again, aroused and electric and living solely in the moment. She managed to stop Natasha from stripping her naked right then and there, but the younger woman was insatiable and always had at least one hand trying to snake its way beneath her clothes.

Trying to distract her and also making sure boundaries and expectations were well set, Amara pulled out her phone and showed Natasha pictures of her husband. Some of the two of them together, some of just him, and most of them without many clothes on.

"Mmmm. I can't wait to fuck your husband."

The sultry voice whispering directly into her ear was gasoline on the flames of Amara's lust. She knew she would leave a wet spot in the car by the time they arrived home.

She paid the driver, who had probably had the best show of his life, shaking in anticipation. The front door was unlocked and ajar for them. Natasha practically skipped through the ground floor of their home, eyes darting about, on the prowl for one thing. Amara let herself be led by the hand upstairs and then to the bedroom, feeling oddly like she had become the hanger-on, or the extra. The younger woman strode through the house like it was already hers.

Nick was waiting for them, lounging on the bed in an open shirt and shorts. An outfit that should have been dorky and unfashionable but somehow just worked. He was confident, casual and showing a lot of skin. Amara wouldn't have him any other way. And the girls that they'd played with previously all seemed to agree. Amara always got a vicious thrill of pride and lust from the moment where they saw him in the flesh for the first time. She preferred women who drooled over her husband far more than those who were more interested in her. It seemed objectively hotter, and something about it drove her wild for reasons she couldnt really articulate.

"Good evening ladies! You both look stunning..." Nick trailed off mid sentence, the suave poise he was trying to channel undone by the sight of Natasha undressing herself without hesitation as she strutted towards him.

A halter neck revealed no bra beneath and breasts that somehow looked even larger uncovered, nipples budding firmly towards Nick and the bed. The leather skirt unzipped and fell to the floor without her missing a beat. Natasha bent by the side of the bed to take off her thong, legs wide and giving Amara an image she wouldn't soon forget. Within seconds the sexy party girl had transformed into a naked slut.

Husband and wife just gawped.

"Hey handsome, you're looking pretty good yourself. Your wife promised that you'd choke me with your big cock."

She grinned ferally at them both, turning back to Amara and then twisting around to give both of them a full show. Almost gleeful at their reactions, Natasha hopped to the edge of the bed and purred loudly down at Nick.

"I hope you can live up to the hype. Here, I've got a present for you."

She pressed her underwear into his chest and started to run her hands all over him, exploring and squeezing him like a piece of meat. Envy, awe and lust hit Amara at the same time, and powerfully. The urge to put her hands on this audacious bitch was scarily strong. Whether to slap her, or finger fuck her until she screamed, or encourage her, teach her what Nick liked and what buttons to best push to get a reaction out of him, she couldn't honestly say. Because there would be a reaction, she had no doubt. Nick responded to fire and confrontation in the bedroom like there was a wild animal buried inside his psyche, just needing a push to be unleashed. Natasha would learn soon enough, and Amara had a front row seat for her comeuppance.

But there was something else, too. Amara wanted to join in but couldn't move. Could only watch as her husband of 11 years jutted his jaw and stared back into this stranger's defiant gaze. Part of her was pulling away. She didn't feel like she deserved to be here with the two of them. It was shameful, foolish, hotter than anything she'd ever experienced. When Nick grabbed Natasha by the chin and stuffed her own panties inside her mouth, Amara felt like she was melting. Melting away, like hot wax running from the heat of the flames, and also melting like her pussy had liquified but still ached painfully to be touched.

And then Nick finally looked over at her and the spell was broken. She could see his canines flash prominently, just as Natasha's had.

"Wow, Mara, you found a feisty little slut for us, didn't you. You weren't kidding. Get over here baby, I think you should put her in her place. Help me choke her, if that's what you promised."

The spell of shame broken by the command of her husband, Amara joined the two of them with quick little steps across the floor. She put a hand on Natasha's soft skin, meaning to push her onto the bed, or perhaps to her knees. Again, something stopped her.

Maybe it was getting to see her naked body up close and 'full on'. Or maybe it was the hungry look on the young woman's beautiful face. Amara couldn't tell what exactly stayed her hand, but she knew that she couldn't order her around. She couldn't push her, playfully or otherwise.

Natasha angled her face over her shoulder towards Amara. She took Amara's hand and made it cup her bare breast, and offered the underwear in her mouth towards her with a tilt of her chin. Hesitantly Amara leaned in and kissed the younger woman before taking the wet fabric in her teeth. Natasha pulled away, leaving Amara holding her underwear and waiting, confused, for what she should do next. She felt like a dog, or a pet. She could smell the other woman's saliva and faintly detect the acrid taste of her pussy on her tongue. Amara blushed, and then watched the naked women slide onto the bed and crawl up to straddle her husband.

Fighting the shame and desperate to feel something, Amara quickly joined her, dropping the thong onto the floor. This beautiful stranger was making her feel very confused, but Nick was her rock and he would make everything feel alright. Getting to kiss him, touch him, and feel his arousal and desire for her. That would fix everything. He loved her and she needed to feel that right now.

Nick was very happy to accept the embrace of two horny women slithering up towards him. His strong arms circled both of them, taking turns to fondle them and coax breathy moans from them both in between kisses.

Except was he taking turns? Or rather, were these turns equal? Did he linger more on Natasha than his wife? When playing with others there was obviously some more curiosity from the couple in exploring a new lover, but this felt different. Was Nick's attention being held by Natasha for a little longer each time it turned to her? Was she pushing and pressuring Amara a little too forcefully as they both writhed on top of him? Was Natasha groping and rubbing herself onto Nick in a possessive way?

It could just have been confusion or paranoia. It could have been overly eager sluttiness on Natasha's part. Amara knew how attractive and intoxicating her husband was, it was very plausible that the young woman had just gotten carried away. But it wasn't. That's not what Amara's instinct said. This was something else.

Amara caught a sidelong glance from Natasha as she shared passionate wet kisses with Nick. The girl smiled as their eyes met. Not an evil grin, and not a cruel sneer, but something close to it. Amara was caught in the chilling gaze of a predator and felt afraid and electrified at the same time.

After they'd opened up their bedroom to other people, Amara had always been in control of the situation, or confident that her husband was. They were both committed to avoiding drama or anything that felt risky or uncomfortable. They couldn't both be used or taken advantage of. Not at the same time. Not when there were two of them. Surely that couldn't happen. Surely she didn't want that to happen...

Amara stilled the jealousy by ceding Nick's upper body to her new rival, and deftly stripping Nick out of his shorts and underwear and quickly sliding her lips around his thick erection. She heard his appreciative groans and bobbed her head hungrily. She loved oral almost as much as he did, and would happily act as a cockwarmer for him whenever he wanted.

She felt hands all over her as she now became the centre of attention. Stroking her hair, coasting over her exposed skin, clutching at her hanging breasts, even some soft slaps on her ass. She looked up and saw them both watching her, which sent a thrill pulsing through her. She humped the air as the gorgeous young woman scooped Amara's hair out of the way and held it tightly.

Amara felt pressure, gentle at first, and allowed herself to be pushed up and down. Getting to feel her husband's stiffness penetrate her mouth without her own movements was debaucherous perfection. Nick throbbed against her cheeks and on her tongue. And Natasha pushed her deeper, further down her husband's sizeable shaft until she started to gag a little each time. The two of them together an irresistible team. Amara could take most of Nick's length in her mouth, but it usually took a while for her to warm up to it. Those longer sessions of adjusting and accommodating him were probably where her love of giving head had started.

"Mmmm that's so hot," Natasha said, somewhere above her. "She's so pretty. And your cock looks incredible. I need to taste it, sir. Please can I suck your cock, sir?"

Nick must have nodded or something, because Amara didn't hear him say anything before the hand in her hair tugged her upwards sharply. She let go of him with a reluctant slurp, and caught her breath. Nick pulled her up towards him but before their lips could meet he jerked back and practically shouted in her face.

"Fuck!"

Amara's jaw dropped incredulously. Natasha hadn't wasted a single second. She didn't tease him, she didn't warm up, she didn't even settle down into a comfortable position. As soon as Nick's cock was available, she'd practically thrown herself onto it, facefirst. Or rather, throatfirst, because her lips were sealed around the base of his cock. Her nose pressed into his stomach. Her gag reflex apparently non existent.

Amara blinked but found it supremely difficult to look away. Natasha held herself there for a few seconds, as if showing off or satiating her throat somehow. Then she smoothly retreated, popping his mushroom head out of her mouth until she was just sucking on the very tip with her pursed lips. And then she made the whole thing disappear again, like a voracious but slutty magician. This time she made a distinct 'gluck' noise in her throat as she bottomed him out, but it still seemed effortless.

Amara could only stare dumbly, having never seen anything like that in real life. She turned to her husband, but couldn't share the moment with him. His eyes were locked onto the young slut deepthroating him. He writhed a little as she continued, but only took his gaze off her when his eyes were screwed up tight in response to what she was doing to him. Amara circled her palm over his chest and kissed his neck, but he didn't seem to react.

The 'gluck gluck gluck' grew louder and faster. Nick moaned and muttered praise that Amara knew was completely organic and genuine. She could tell when he was playing along or putting on some dirty talk for her, and when it was his raw reaction. There was nothing fake or performative in how much he was enjoying this young slut's mouth.

Inferiority and jealous thoughts shot through Amara's head. She couldn't compete with this. She didn't blame Nick, or even Natasha. She was clearly amazing at this, how could she expect her husband to react differently? But still it shamed her, to be so outclassed at something she took pride in.

Having shared her husband before, Amara knew that pangs of jealousy were unavoidable. But this was something else. It was different, and it was worse, and it was also intoxicating. Watching her husband have his soul sucked out of him was melting Amara's pussy. Her vulnerable inner self was suffering, but her body was turned on beyond belief. As much as she loved the idea of sucking her husband's cock for hours, she found the idea of watching this woman throatfuck herself onto her husband cock even more exhilarating.

The idea of not just watching them, but being forced to watch them popped into Amara head, and she gasped at the flood of warmth between her legs. Desperately she shoved a hand into her panties and swirled the sticky wetness there over her burning clit. Being tied up. Being gagged. Hiding in the closet and peeping at them while she tried to remain silent. Fresh and unexpected depravities racing through her mind's eye. She strummed her needy cunt and her whole body quivered, straining against her fear and sense of shame. She felt herself approaching a shockingly rapid orgasm. Guilt and inadequacy pressured her until...

"Oh fuck! Stop! Wait, wait!"

Nick was stopping her from cumming? Amara froze, scared that she'd done something wrong. Terrified that he knew, and was disgusted by her treacherous thoughts.

But his face showed something very different, and of course, his attention wasn't on her. He gripped Natasha's flawless face in both hands, and drew her off his dick. She smiled laviciously at him, even as she coughed and gulped in air, saliva dangling from her open mouth, still connecting her to his cock.

Amara realised her foolishness: he was stopping this hungry little slut from making him cum too quickly, not his wife. Though if he hadn't then they would both have orgasmed at the same time... Amara squeezed her thighs together at the thought; aching, needy.

Natasha giggled and bent downwards again, trailing kisses onto his abdomen, and hips and thighs. She moved to his balls, but kept staring up at him for permission. He seemed content to let her slowly suck on his balls, and she scratched his body gently with her nails as she did.

Amara watched, open mouthed, preparing herself to do something stupid or petty. And then suddenly she understood.

It was like a switch had been flicked, from admiration and arousal to comparison. And arousal... She stared at Natasha's chest and didn't just think 'Those tits are amazing' but felt herself acknowledge that actually 'Those tits are bigger and perkier than mine.' Hard fact, impossible to deny. It inevitably spiralled to 'Those tits are better than mine. Her ass is firmer than mine. Her skin is smoother and softer than mine. Her body is better than mine. She sucks my husband's cock better than me. She is better than me.'

But she didn't feel sad. Not angry. Not jealous. Or not just those things. She was jealous, and annoyed, and ashamed of herself. But she also liked the bitter sting of feminine envy and comparison. Because there was another way. A much easier way, and it felt right to her. She didn't have to compete, she could submit instead. It was such an obvious answer that she had no time to despair or struggle with these whispers of inferiority. It was only natural. The most natural thing in the world. And it was all for him. Always for him. For her master.

It was as if a hunger had been gestating and growing inside her. Always present but disguised and muddled. All these months of playing with others and indulging in fresh debauchery. It had all been leading up to this. Clarity came to her now, and she knew herself more than the priests of Apollo could ever imagine. Of course it helped that she felt herself growing wetter with every new conviction and discovery. A little bit of a cheat code to finding true enlightenment.

Amara took Nick's chin in her fingers and turned him towards her for a kiss. She was profoundly confused by what had just happened to her, but above all she wanted him, and needed to know that he still wanted her. She wasn't disappointed. After a second of recovery he kissed her back with his usual passion. He smiled at her and that calmed her more than any words or reassurance.

"Was that good baby?"

"Mmmhmm! Fuck yeah. Incredible. I've never had anything like that before!"

"Yes baby, I know..."

"Oh, of course! Sorry."

He looked so embarrassed and sincere that Amara almost laughed out loud. He was still Nick. Still the same suave, goofy man she'd married.

Amara stroked his face and wondered how to explain the confusing knot she felt in her chest. What words would help him understand that she had just had a revelatory experience that he hadn't even noticed. How to describe how inferior she felt, and how exciting it was to accept that. But she couldn't. She didn't know what to do, or what to say. She felt on the verge of tears, but wanted to see this through more than anything else. If she stopped her husband fucking this perfect whore's brains out then she would never forgive herself.

And then she felt something on her bare legs. Someone sliding fingers upwards, and touching the front of her soaking lingerie. Making her gasp and shudder. And it wasn't her husband.

"I think she liked watching us."

Natasha's voice was a Cheshire cat; invisible but so obviously grinning at them. Amara tilted her neck but then collapsed onto Nick's shoulder as the young temptress pushed her panties to one side and dipped one finger inside her.

"Oh yesss! She's so fucking wet."

Nick reached across to feel for himself, and the rougher, thicker touch of him was so familiar and comforting that Amara almost didn't feel stimulated. She opened her legs and let them both explore her arousal. Their fingers stretched her, pulled at her, slipped easily through her silken folds. They tormented her, rubbing pleasure directly into her veins while she struggled to understand what was happening in her brain.

"Does she deserve to be licked, sir?"

"Of course she does. She deserves whatever she wants. She's very special. And beautiful. And she's probably so horny that she's gonna explode."

Amara turned to her husband and gazed deep into his eyes, not needing words to express their bond. He chuckled at her, and pinched her nipple playfully on his way to tasting her honey from his fingers.

"Mmmm. She wants it. Go ahead, taste her."

Natasha wasn't as enthusiastic as she had been with Nick, slowly nibbling kisses across Amara's thighs before graduating to feathering her lips and tongue over her married pussy. The light touches made Amara whimper embarrassingly. She felt like a virgin again, twitching and shivering at the merest touch on her leaking cunt.

Like a wire under extreme tension Amara felt herself shaking and then abruptly falling apart. Natasha's tongue was lapping at her clit and her dark-rimmed eyes were boring a hole into her, stripping her bare and exposing her twisted thoughts. Two fingers pushed deep inside her and suddenly Amara was cumming; shaking and squealing and feeling like her brain was leaking out of her gushing hole.

Amidst the spasms and microblackouts Amara heard her husband and his new toy talking about her. Natasha's voice was loud and clear, designed to provoke her, and Nick's was low and lusty, little more than a growl.

"Oh. She cums quickly doesn't she."

"Not normally like this. I haven't..."

"Well your wife might go off easily, but I'm not so easy to please. Do you think you can make me scream louder than her, sir?"

Nick's reply was guttural and Amara couldn't even make out what he was saying. Their discussion of her was making her climax elongate and scrambling her connection to reality.

She felt her husband's arms leaving her, and sluggishly twisted on the bed to watch Natasha push on his chest and then mount his face with an eager swing of her long legs. He responded to her urges and his large hands were soon pushing on her ass to grind into him. Natasha moaned loudly, and even that was enough to send another tremor through Amara's body.

The two of them ignored Amara completely, and she didn't blame them. She was a wreck; a ball of panting neediness and jealousy, and they were only getting started. Both of them were incredibly attractive on their own, but together their beauty took Amara's breath away. Nick deserved someone as sexy and incredible as he was. He deserved to fuck anyone he wanted.

The young woman's moans of encouragement and the hypnotic way she rubbed her hips over Nick's face kept Amara enraptured and blissfully jealous. The spell was broken when Natasha glanced down at her and that wicked smirk flashed on her pretty face once again.

"Mmmm. Your wife is playing with herself again. She really loves watching us together. She loves what you're doing to me, sir."

Amara realised with a jolt that she was right; her hands had been squeezing her breasts and slowly touching her slit without a conscious decision or awareness. What was happening to her?

But that realisation, and that damned smile, told her where she was going wrong. Selfishly she had orgasmed first, and embarrassingly quickly to boot. And yet she had all those urges and feelings and crystallizing thoughts about her place in this dynamic? She wasn't doing her job. She wasn't serving the two of them properly. Her job was to do whatever they wanted her to do.

She started off her new purpose by crawling across the bed to kneel in front of the young goddess she'd inadvertently invited here to ruin her self-esteem, and then started to praise her. She sucked the hard nipples offered to her, squeezed and massaged the heavy, perky tits of her superior, and gazed upwards at that perfect face.

"Oh, good girl!" Natasha cooed. It was humiliating to be called that by a woman at least a decade younger than her. Shameful to be turned on by it. Comforting to feel that flood of heat in her cheeks and also in her core that told Amara she was doing the right thing.

She felt pressure bordering on pain as Natasha took her hair in a tight grip and pulled her upwards. The muffled sounds of her husband lapping at Natasha's cunt filled her ears. And then the young woman was kissing her lips softly, and they were both humming and moaning into each other. When Natasha pulled her back, she stroked her hair and caused another flush of humiliating gratitude in Amara's psyche at being rewarded and appreciated by such a woman.

Then Natasha pulled her close again and whispered in her ear, "Lick my ass."

Amara whimpered out loud but didn't hesitate. She'd given in completely. Women like her had to know their place. And her place was wherever her husband or her mistress wanted her to be.

She slipped from the other woman's grip, but still felt the phantom pressure of a fist around her hair as if it were now permanently directing her. Straddling Nick's waist, Amara bent low, not being able to resist pressing herself against her husband's powerful body. His erection pulsed between her soaking thighs. Amara humped herself against him, proud that she could serve both of them at the same time.

Natasha had bent forwards so that her pristine pussy was still in contact with Nick's face, but now with easier access to her toned butt. Amara spread her mistress's cheeks and went straight in with her tongue. Her husband's chin was almost touching her own as they both pleasured Natasha's holes with their mouths. They had 'double teamed' women before, in various different ways, but never like this. Nick was paying back this gorgeous naked slut for her incredible oral skills. Amara was submissively doing as she was told and tasting another woman's asshole just to try and satisfy her.

Sweat and the pungent taste of ass mingled on Amara's tongue. She clutched at soft skin and tried to ride out the undulating motion of the younger woman. She knew just how teasing and skilled Nick was when his mouth on pussy, so she wrenched a certain satisfaction from how Natasha's body shuddered and trembled at his touch. That was her husband. He was fucking good at this. And despite a niggling worry that she would never be good enough for him after this, Amara still found pride that this young slut would need to work to keep up with him.

But of course this challenge made it harder for Amara to lick and worship the dark ring of her new mistress's other hole. Her neck began to ache from straining and moving without being able to support her weight much. But it wasn't her job to be comfortable. Her job was to do as she was told, and pleasure Natasha's asshole for as long as she was required to.

Luckily this didn't take too long. The joint assault on her two holes soon had Natasha writhing around on top of Nick's face while her moans transformed into screams. Amara buried her face between Natasha's toned cheeks, and rode out the orgasm her husband had induced in his new plaything's cunt. Satisfaction was quickly drowned out by the humiliation of having her tongue pinched by the other woman's convulsing asshole, and by the fact that Nick had made the bitch scream louder than her. Even her orgasms were superior... She knew which one Nick would have enjoyed hearing more. Her legs quivered as she imagined asking him that question.

Natasha slumped forwards and Nick freed himself, a satisfied grin splitting his face as he shifted her weight with ease. Amara couldn't help herself and peppered his stubbly chin with kisses and soft sucks, tasting the sweet nectar that Natasha had covered him with. And it was sweet. Amara had never actually tasted a pussy that could truthfully be described as such, but whether it was her own fucked up idolisation of the younger woman or just plain fact, she couldn't deny that Natasha had marked Nick deliciously.

Nick's hungrily kissed back into her, and for a glorious moment it was just the two of them again, rubbing against each other and showing their passion for one another. Amara sucked on Nick's tongue while he reached downwards to try and slip his hot girth into her needy cunt. She sighed at his touch and wriggled desperately, but abruptly pushed on his chest and stopped him. As much as she longed to feel him split her open, that wasn't what the dark thoughts that had taken over wanted. It wasn't what she deserved.

"Wait. Wait... You should fuck her first. Fuck her on top of me, please baby."

Before Nick could see the shameful desires that surely must be writ large on her face, Amara slid off him and laid flat on her back. She trusted that he'd do what she wanted, and she needed some space to breathe. She felt like she was overheating but she couldn't stop now. Just a few seconds to compose herself before it all got so much better and so much worse.

She felt weight shifting on the mattress, and saw Natasha half crawl over to her, Nick manhandling her into position when he got too impatient. The red face of Natasha looking down at her with a strange expression only visible for a brief moment before the younger woman's body was laid on top of her own, but reversed in a 69 position. Her pussy was wet with Nicks saliva and her juices dripping down onto Amara's face, and it was exquisite. Silky lips layered neatly in on themselves above a deep pink opening so obviously ready for a hard fucking. Amara pulled her mistress's hips down and started to feast on her.

"Mmm fuck! You really love this, huh? Oh fuck, that's good. Your wife is crazy submissive, I didn't realise."

"I... She's not, not normally. It's..."

When Nick trailed off, Amara's heart broke a little. He sounded so confused. It made her want to cry and have him hold her as she explained all these conflicted, messed up feelings that had suddenly crystallised in her brain. But the idea terrified her. She didn't have the words. And she couldn't think. Couldn't express herself.

So she licked Natasha's warm, slippery opening. She kissed and suckled the lips that she wanted her husband to split open. Too pathetic for healthy communication, she tried to tell this stranger everything by worshipping her superior cunt.

Amara heard the sighs and groans of pleasure coming from the young woman above her. She felt her sit upright and then heard her kiss and whisper to her husband. She had no idea what they were saying, until she felt them break away again and heard Natasha's breathy voice talking to both of them.

"Trust me. She wants it. Please fuck me, sir. On top of your wife. I know it's what she wants."

Nick pulled both of them across the bed, right up to the edge. Amara saw his bare legs bend and brace as he lined his cock up with Natasha's exposed holes. She whimpered again, pitifully horny and excited to watch that hard rod fill Natasha up. She strained her neck and tongue to reach it as he positioned himself. He plunged his length as far into Amara's mouth as she could handle, just once, before withdrawing and then pushing the red tip inside the tight pussy he must have been craving.

Amara cried out as if it was her that had just been penetrated, which was ironic because even in this 69 her cunt was being ignored. Natasha was bracing herself on all fours, one hand on the bed and one pushing down quite hard onto Amara's hip, but she wasn't touching the older woman between her legs. Amara nodded as if anyone could see her or care for her approval, and teased Natasha's clit with her tongue. She was just furniture for their coupling.

Natasha gasp-groaned, encouraging Nick and praising him. Her grip on Amara's hip tightened and more weight settled onto her. For a while the younger woman could only manage to spit curses and wailing affirmations out of her pretty little mouth. This time it was Amara who smirked wickedly, knowing exactly how overwhelming it was when Nick started to really get going. She enacted a little petty revenge by flicking her pointed tongue over Natasha's clit whenever it seemed like she was getting her breath back. That power reversal didn't last too long though.

"Ah, ah. Fuck. Yes, fuck me. Just like that, sir. Fuck me on top of your wife. She's eating my pussy while you fill it up with your big cock. Oh fuck! She wants to be our little servant. She just wants to watch you fill me up."

Amara whined uncontrollably at the twinging bursts of pleasure the words caused inside her. How had this perfect bitch read her so easily? Why hadn't she felt like this with anyone else? Why did it feel better to watch her husband's cock slam into a tight pussy that dripped wetness down onto her face than it did to have her husband's cock actually inside her?

"Oh fuck. Listen to her. Listen to this horny slut. She wants it, I told you. Isn't that right, Amara? Is this what you want? To be talked down to while your man fucks me? Tell him, slut."

Amara moaned and clung on sharply to Nick's thighs. It was so much easier this way. All she had to do was let amplify the slutty noises that the words were forcing out of her. All she had to do was scream 'Yes!' over and over again. All while she couldn't see them, didn't have to look them in the eyes. Nick's balls slapping against her nose and forehead, and the perfect pussy gripping tightly around his shaft; that was all she could see. Her husband fucking the cunt that she'd brought back for him. That was all she deserved to see.

They continued like this for what felt like hours to Amara. Trapped between them and spiralling out of control of her new kink, the reins were taken away from her completely. And then Natasha changed her tack.

"Oh fuck. Yeah fuck my tight little pussy just like that, sir. Mmmmmm. You wish you could have this all the time. Yeah, I bet you wish your wife's pussy was as good as mine, don't you?"

Amara's whole body trembled as her husband grunted and snarled and picked up the pace, pounding the mouthy slut even harder after her cruel question. Amara's pulse raced as she stared up at them and wondered if he was angrily fucking her for daring to say such things about his wife, or because she was right. The realisation that he'd barely spoken to Amara this evening made her stunned submission feel even hotter. He only had eyes for the other woman. His prize.

"Say it," the younger woman half moaned and half shouted. "Tell her. Tell her whose holes you prefer. Tell us who pleases your huge fucking cock more."

And still Nick said nothing. His panting breath was all that passed his lips. Silence. Echoing, damning silence broken only by the slapping of flesh that never slowed down. The wet churning of him pounding Natasha's fuckhole, and the impact of his body against her perfect ass.

Delicious shame and inadequacy burned Amara's cheeks. She wriggled her head to the side so that hopefully Nick could hear her over the sounds of passion fucking, painfully aware that still neither of them were touching her.

"Say it. It's okay baby. You can say it."

A pained, confused groaning from him. And a wicked little giggle of satisfaction from his new whore.

"I... I love you, Mara. But... her pussy is so good."

There was so much unsaid and so many questions that both of them needed to answer and ask in turn. So many reassurances to be whispered to each other, limits and boundaries that needed to be set. But not now. Later. Right now Amara only wanted to hear one thing.

"Is it better than mine?"

"... She's tighter than you. But so wet."

Amara moaned loudly, and stroked his legs desperately, bent upwards to suck on his balls when they swung towards her. He had to know this was okay. He had to know that this arrogant bitch had been right about her. Amara's hand had snaked downwards to pinch her clit in the savage, painful way that she sometimes needed when it was all getting too much for her. Her husband acknowledged her at last, reaching down to hold onto her hand, but he didn't stop pistoning into his tighter new plaything. He didn't even slow down for a second.

Something changed in his voice. Amara heard it and despaired. Not in anger or regret, but in the realisation that things would never be the same again. She wouldn't be able to go back to a world where she thought she was enough for him.

"She's incredible, baby. Do you like hearing that? You like hearing that the slut you brought home is better than you? Her cunt is so good. I can feel it squeezing me, begging me to fill her up. She so fucking tight. Tighter than you."

In that perceptive Nickish way of his, he was picking up on what she wanted so quickly. His questions both rhetorical and seeking reassurance, but then rapidly changing into the things he thought she wanted to hear. The truths that made her inside tremble. The words she had been so terrified of until she heard them spoken out loud for the first time.

Husband and wife interlocked fingers and held hands. Amara felt his love for her, despite being trapped underneath the other woman and not being able to see his face. They had been together so long that both knew when the other was lying. No more words were needed. Some bubbled out of Amara anyway, forcing their way out of her mouth as she frantically pinched and rubbed her pathetic little cunt.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh, I'm gonna cum, Nick."

Light fell onto her face as she teetered on the edge of another humiliating orgasm. Natasha's pretty cunt moved over slightly, and Amara saw her husband's sweating face contorted in a lust filled mask. But only for a second. He graced his wife with the gift of taking his cock as she came, guiding it into her open mouth and forcing her to choke on the taste of the other woman's superior pussy. She gargled and whined, then the wave broke over her and all control left her body.

Shaking and convulsing rippled through her. Her muscles cramped as they tried to contract but couldn't under the weight of Natasha and Nick. But she still sucked that familiar hardness instinctively. Still felt that sweet stickiness swirling around her tongue, reminding her whose pussy he'd been fucking. Who he preferred.

Coming down from her orgasmic high whilst sucking the taste of another woman off her husband's cock was an experience that Amara had never really appreciated until now. When Natasha reached down to take Nick's shaft in hand and guide it back towards her perfect little slit, Amara relinquished control happily. She just hoped that her spit would help her husband fuck this home wrecking slut even harder.

But Natasha had another use in mind for all that extra lube. Or maybe it was Nick's idea. Amara couldn't actually tell what was happening above her. But she could tell that Natasha was rocking her hips in a different way than before, and that her breath was hissing a little more.

"Ohhh. You wanna fuck my ass, sir? Yeah? You wanna put that big dick in my tight little asshole? I can take it. I can take it, daddy."

Nick seemed more than happy to accept the deal, striking her ass with his rough hands and adjusting to nestle his length at a different angle between her cheeks. Natasha groaned and started to pant a little, and Amara was left to stare wide-eyed up at her backdoor slowly taking her husband's cock inside. It wasn't anywhere near as instantaneous as when she'd deepthroated him earlier, but it seemed inevitable that she'd soon be able to take all of him.

"Fuck! Fuck, you're so big. I love it, sir. Stretch me out, please. Oh fuck. I bet your wife can't take you in her ass. You're too much for her aren't you?"

Nick's reply was quick, and with a hint of bitterness to it that seemed too real. Or was that just Mara's imagination...

"No. She doesn't like it. We don't do anal."

"Yeah, I bet you don't. You can fuck my ass as much as you want, sir. You won't want to fuck anyone else but me. I'd do anything for this dick. Anything you want."

Amara closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. She felt like she was having a panic attack, but in the most delicious way possible. She didn't want anything to change. She wanted to listen to them talk about her forever.

A spike of pain made Amara jerk in shock. Natasha delivered another sharp slap to the older woman's exposed and still tender pussy.

"Aren't you forgetting something? If you won't let your husband fuck your ass, then you should at least keep eating the pussy of a real women who will. No one told you to stop."

The difference in tone when Natasha was talking directly to her and not about her, or just dirty talking to her husband, was a little unsettling. Amara kind of wanted to strangle her, but just a little bit. Mostly she wanted her to get the fucking she deserved, and to fuck her Nick just like he deserved. Just like she couldn't. And she wanted the younger woman to tell her she was doing a good job. Recognition from her mistress was the only goal she had now.

So she suckled on Natasha's now vacant pussy, and worked with her husband to pleasure both of her holes for the second time that evening. At least this time Amara got a sweeter experience out of it. She pushed her tongue between the slick folds her husband had fucked open. She did her best to please the woman who was taking it in the ass from her husband.

If Nick had been telling the truth about Natasha's pussy feeling better than hers, then her ass must have been on another level entirely. Nick was puffing and moaning and swearing like Amara had never heard before. She had a close up view of the moment he bottomed out, and a shiver ran through her at how he paused there and shared a harmonising groan of satisfaction with his new whore. Both of them were acting as one, and both seemed to be feeling intensity on another level to anything Amara had experienced.

She wondered what she needed to do to help her husband give this gorgeous slut an anal orgasm. But Natasha had other ideas.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck my ass, sir. I want it. I want you to cum in my ass. Fill me up. Please! Please give it to me."

Her body was pushing back onto Nick's rod, the young woman fucking herself onto him as much as he was fucking her. Nick must have been close, or maybe Natasha's filthy mouth had a large effect on him. Either way he was soon grunting and pushing his hips forwards in great shuddering thrusts that Amara recognised all too well. She moaned along with the two of them, desperate to feel a part of their passionate climax.

Natasha collapsed forwards as Nick pumped her ass full of his cum, falling flat onto Amara. Her face rested on her thighs and her breasts squishing into her stomach. The wet stickiness of her cunt was pushed off Amara's face and she eagerly filled her mouth with her husband's balls. He made a delightfully high-pitched noise of surprise and Amara imagined that she coaxed a few extra spurts of cum out of him. She smiled at the thought and happily suckled on him some more.

After a time of quiet recovery, Nick slowly withdrew from Natasha's ass. The young woman moaned the entire time, and it made Amara tingle. Maybe she would have to try anal again... Maybe it wasn't so bad. Or perhaps this was something he'd only want to do with other women. With Her specifically...

When he pulled out completely, liquid dropped off the end of his cock and fell on Amara's face and into her hair. She blinked and wrinkled her nose, even as a dark desire ran through her.

She didn't have to say anything or do anything, because her husband had read her mind. He took Amara's head in his large hands and pushed it upwards. It was a strange reversal of how Natasha had pushed on her head when they'd been blowing Nick earlier, except this time she had even less choice, trapped as she was beneath the full weight of the younger woman.

"Clean it up," Nick growled.

Amara would have squealed if she had control over her airways. But she didn't. So she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the rivulets of cum and their combined juices that were escaping Natasha's abused asshole. It was surprisingly warm, and sour tasting, and it was running freely down her crack and dripping off her pussy lips. Amara sucked up as much as she could. Nick had told her to do it, so she must, even if she choked and coughed. Even if the squelching noises of liquid and air being pushed out of Natasha's hole were lewd and repulsive. This was all she was good for, cleaning up after them both. And she loved it.

Natasha eventually mustered the strength to push herself upright a little, clamping her hands around Amara's legs painfully. Amara stopped licking and just opened her mouth, ready to take what they both had made for her. She swallowed more and more of Nick's load. There was so much. Natasha had absolutely drained him. Amara moaned at the thought, muffled by their bodies but still provoking some softly murmured comments. Nick called her a good girl, but his grip didn't soften. Amara felt like she could explode at any minute. This was torture and heaven at the same time.

Eventually Natasha had enough of Amara's tongue bath, and slid sideways to lie on the bed next to her. Amara turned to look at her, to ogle her enchanting curves and to look into the face of the woman who'd flipped her entire worldview on its head. But all she got was a flash of that wicked, toothy little smile before Nick pulled on her chin. He wasn't done with her.

"I said, clean it up."

Amara opened her mouth wide. How silly of her, to forget her role. Nick's cock was softening but still large enough to make her mouth feel full. That same unfamiliar and not entirely pleasant taste coated it. But Amara sucked and bobbed her head as best she could. She had to clean him up, like a good wife should. She was his to use. She'd never been happier.

Natasha's crawled over and cupped Amara's tits gently like they were old lovers. She hummed encouragement, and when Nick finally pulled out of Amara's mouth she stretched over to give his cock a kiss. After that she kissed Amara on the lips, a little sensuously but not with her earlier intensity. No more competing or stirring the pot, just a woman who was clearly very content and satisfied with her homewrecking.

"I can't tell which one of you loves me more!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "I'd love to stay and play some more, but I think I need a shower first. Is that okay?"

Despite how her attention had been fixated so obviously and so powerfully on Nick since the second she'd laid eyes on him, this question was clearly directed to Amara. The older woman blinked and considered for a moment. The fog of horny brain was lifting, and she didn't look at this woman and think 'Mistress', 'Goddess', 'Perfection' any more. But even so, Amara couldn't lie to herself. Couldn't forget the things she'd learned about herself.

"Of course. Just out there on the left, towels are in the cupboard."

The bedsprings creaked as Nick settled down onto the bed next to her, and as he pulled his wife in for a lazy embrace, they both watched Natasha leave. Her body shone with sweat and probably a few other things too, but it only made her glow. Amara raised her eyebrow at the red marks on both of the younger woman's asscheeks. She hadn't even realised Nick was going that hard on her.

She wriggled closer to him and let out a long breath. She needed this time alone with him. She needed to feel his chest press against her skin, to feel his pulse echoing her own.

The sound of the shower sputtering to life was faint but still intrusive, a reminder that though she was wrapped up in her husband's arms she didn't own him quite like she used to. Amara turned her face and looked into the dark blue of his eyes, fighting not to lose herself in them. She knew that he would have questions and fears, but wouldn't bring them up until she did.

She stroked his jawline slowly and almost burst into tears at the smile that spread across his face from her touch. He was still hers. She was still his. She swallowed a lump the size of her fist; she had to get the words out.

"Nick, I love you."

"I love you too Mara."

"I... I don't know what just happened. I can't really explain it properly. I just... I fucking loved that. Being compared to her, it was just crazy. It drove me crazy when you said that she was tighter than me, better than me. I think I've always felt that way, but I've never really understood.

"And she's scary, Nick! So fucking scary because she saw right through me. Like she looks at me and I feel naked. It's like she knows exactly what I've always wanted to say or do. She just... knew. And she's scary because I'm kind of terrified that you're gonna only want to fuck her from now on."

"Baby I-"

"No, wait. I don't even know if that's a bad thing. I don't know how far I want to take this. I think we need to have a long talk about this. Some other time, though. Not now. I just wanted you to know that I love you and everything you said earlier made me so wet and made me cum like crazy. I don't want you to feel bad."

Nick took his time to reply. Studying her and slowly collecting his thoughts.

"Okay. I love you. I'm not going anywhere, and you're not going anywhere. Whatever happens, that won't ever change. I'm with you. And I want what you want. Always have."

He drew her in closer still, in a slightly sweaty bear hug that melted her fears and worries away, at least for now.

"What do you want?" he whispered in her ear.

Amara thought about all the things she thought she wanted: a chastity belt, a set of orders and instructions and women to find for him, a gag and blindfold that she had to wear at all times when he was fucking another woman, for him to call her names and have his new girlfriends spit on her, to be sent out of the house to watch him over webcam as she played with herself from the car or at work, for him to make live to her right then and there, slowly, as if no one else in the world existed. But she settled on her most immediate needs. The thing that had to happen before she could sleep tonight.

"I want to watch you fuck her until she screams."

Nick grinned, and Amara felt his cock twitch and grow hard against her ass.

"I can do that for you. Anything for my Quean."