, I told her about myself, I enquired about her and got to know she has a place and working in Hyderabad, Staying single even if she’s married coz, ...usband works in gujarat, we exchanged phone numbers, started conversation on whatsapp,One night we were talking on phone and she asked me about my sex life, Which I stated can’t discuss, Somehow I asked the same, and she opened up, what do you expect from a wife who’s away from her husband for months now, It somehow got my attention, She all of a. I point out girls to him and ask him what he thinks: Too skinny; too fat; nice legs; gorgeous tits; terrible dress; fantastic outfit. 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. But today was her birthday, and she was determined to have some spark of joy in the day, so she was headed to her favored glade.The trees rustled softly creating a kind of music around her as she ended her trip. The grasses were soft beneath her feet and the smell of honeysuckle filled the air as the breeze stirred the blossoms. She remembered the first time she had been brought to this very spot. She had been only nine. Her mother had said she would show her the most magical spot in the world.. The forks of hit tongue played with one nipple.This, then, was how I would be beholden. It had to be worth it. Anything would be. I was too aroused to say anything aloud; I could only nod. That was enough for him, it seemed, and for my sister.She stepped up behind me, and touched my head to calm me. I took some strength from that. "Dragons are asexual creatures," she said. "They live forever, unlike us. But they are more than that, right Ohlim?"I don't know that I agreed with her. What he was.