I can't believe it! One of the security guards just walked over to me and gave me a backstage pass. I am going to join the hundreds of lucky fans back...there. Will he even notice that I am standing there? Through the rest of the concert, I watch him — smiling and wondering how it will all end up.The concert ends, and I work my way backstage. My heart is pounding, and feels as though it's going to explode out of my chest. When I reach the guard who sought me out, he smiles and leads me past the. It still felt wrong. She could ignore it in every other case. Pretend it wasn’t there. Say that what people chose to do with whom simply wasn’t her concern or her business because she knew that was the right answer, and ignore the discomfort that had always welled up when she really thought about the idea of two women together, but now there was no ignoring it. Bella had offered exactly that. Two women. Together. Her. And Bella. She had to think about it now, and she could not ignore the fact. The feeling was amazing. Totally amazing. My nipples were brushing up against hers. Our breasts were making love. It was incredibly erotic. She smiled at me and while my face was in her hands, leaned over and softly kissed me. I caught my breath. I'd never kissed another woman. It was amazing. So sexy and exciting and tender. She slid her tongue into my mouth and gently explored it. She sucked on my tongue until I couldn't stand it, and I grabbed her head and sucked her tongue like it was a. I realised that being a cuckquean is a little like being bisexual: you can't help but see other women in a sexual light, undressing them with your mind and imagining your husband, deep inside them; his cum splattered across their face. As the dance floor fills up I see my husband start to move his body to the music. He's always loved dancing, ever since we met. I feel awkward and self-conscious on the dance floor but after a drink or too my love looses his inhibitions and lets his body flow.