Cuckquean partner cleans up after watching her husband creampie a British Milf

I sat in the shadowed corner of our hotel room, heart pounding, thighs slick with anticipation as I watched my husband claim her. Sarah, the voluptuous British MILF we’d met online, arched beneath him on our king-sized bed—her pale skin flushed, full breasts heaving, that posh accent moaning filth like “Harder, love, fill me proper.” Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and I bit my lip, fingers circling my clit through soaked panties. This was our game: me, the devoted cuckquean, denied until the end.

He thrust relentlessly, her manicured nails raking his back, their rhythm building to a frenzy. “Give it to her,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice breaking with need. Sarah’s eyes locked on mine, smirking triumphantly as she clenched around him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself balls-deep, pumping rope after hot rope of his creampie into her greedy pussy. Cum overflowed, glistening on her swollen lips as he pulled out, spent and triumphant.

“Now, darling,” he commanded, beckoning me forward. Trembling, I crawled onto the bed, inhaling the musky cocktail of their sex. Sarah spread wide, her British lilt teasing: “Lick it clean, pet—taste what he gave me.” My tongue dove in eagerly, lapping the salty flood from her folds, savoring every creamy drop mixed with her tangy essence. She gripped my hair, grinding against my face, her moans reigniting as I sucked his seed from deep inside.

He watched, stroking hard again, while I devoured her—humiliated, aroused beyond reason. Her climax hit first, flooding my mouth anew, and I came untouched, shuddering. In that moment, I was theirs, utterly owned by the thrill of cleanup.