How I Became A Cuckqueen

If you had suggested I would enjoy being a cuckqueen a few months ago, I would have told you that you had lost all your marbles. But oh how the tide has turned these last few months.

My change of heart and this story began about seven months ago. I was laid up in bed going on my fifth month of strict bed rest with my second child, and at eight and a half months, I was so over it.

We were coming up on our tenth anniversary and I was feeling so guilty. My husband had always made elaborate plans for our anniversary, trips, gifts, and of course lots of sex. Honestly, the sex was probably the best part of it all. Something about hotel sex on your anniversary, just gets the juices flowing if you know what I mean.

Here I was, big as an elephant and on a strict no sex, no activity, bed rest. All I could think about was how bad I felt that our big ten-o would be spent with me lying here, and him probably rubbing lotion on my belly. It was just so depressing. And no, Anthony hadn't said a single word to make me think he was disappointed. Just the opposite. That man couldn't stop telling me how beautiful I was, how much I glowed, how much he loved me.

As I lay there all alone because Dear husband was dutifully taking care of work and then would come home and take care of the house and our son, bring me dinner in bed, and make sure I was taken care of, all I could think about was how I wasn't able to take CARE of dear husband.

That led me down a somewhat dark spiral. A few hours later, way too much social media crap, and a couple of streamed shows on why people cheat, and I had myself fully convinced that if I didn't find a way to take care of my husband's needs, he would find a way to take care of them on their own.

Now of course looking back on this, I'm a thousand percent certain that this was entirely my own mind filled with way too many hormones and crap you get from the internet. Anthony would never have cheated on me had I not literally asked him to do it in front of me.

Anyway as I expected a few hours later my dear husband returned home. As was his new routine, he got our son squared away after having picked him up from school and then came upstairs to our bedroom to say hello and check on me.

"Hey babe, how are my two favorite people? Did you have a good day?" he asked as he walked into our room.

"Same as always, my back is sore, I'm bored out of my mind, and I'm horny as hell," I responded with a smile.

"I know babe, I can't even imagine how terrible it is to be stuck in bed all-day," he said as he took a seat next to me on the bed.

He leaned over and gave me a kiss, then rubbed my belly and told our daughter he loved her and gave my belly a kiss.

"I've got something else you can give a kiss to," I hinted with my best teasing voice.

"Oh how I wish, but you know what the doctor said, absolutely no hanky panky. I know we are past the serious danger zone, but it's only a few more weeks, and better safe than sorry." He said as he stared lovingly into my eyes.

"What about a blowjob? I could get down on my knees, and then it wouldn't cause me to orgasm and would be safer." I asked.

"Babe, please don't tempt me. You know I absolutely want you, and you know I would never turn down a blow job if I had any choice, but the doctor said no," He said, and I could see true sadness in his eyes.

With that, he gathered up the dishes on my nightstand and said he would be back up shortly with dinner.

For months now he had been cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Breakfast and Dinner were brought to me warm, and lunch was placed in the mini-fridge in our room. He had even bought a small microwave to bring up here so I would not have any reason to use the stairs.

This also meant for months, I have been in a virtual prison.

I decided I needed some company and called my best friend Courtney.

"Hey Jess, is it time to head to the hospital?" she asked, half joking, half serious.

"Oh god I wish, I'm so ready for this to be all over. " I answered.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? I've got a hot date tonight!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Really? With whom?" I questioned, feeling I knew the answer.

"Oh, he's a stand-up gentleman, he listens well, he's attentive, and he has the most gorgeous blue eyes," she responded.

"Would his name happen to be Sylvester?" I quipped, now sure I know what she was going on about.

"Maybe?" she responded coyly.

"Well I'm sure an evening with your cat sounds great, but how about you come over for dinner with your bestie?" I asked with a chuckle.

Courtney was a tech genius and I loved her with all my heart, but she had no life. I'm pretty sure if I hadn't befriended her in our first year at college, she would absolutely spend her life as a single cat lady. Not that she didn't have plenty of guys and girls who were interested in her, she just didn't seem to care. Give her a glass of wine, her cat, and her laptop with some new project and she will be happy as they come.

"Well I don't know, I will have to see if he will let me reschedule," she teased.

"Ok, how's 30 minutes?" she asked after an exaggerated pause.

"Thanks, hun, I could really use some company, feeling pretty down today," I said as I hung up.

Then I texted Anthony to let him know Courtney was headed over so he would make enough dinner.

A little bit later I heard Courtney arrive and Anthony greeted her, and then she came up to my room and plopped down on the bed next to me.

"And how is my bestie and her little gremlin?" she asked as she gave me a hug.

"Well me and this little angel are doing ok, although I'm so ready to send her an eviction notice so I can get back to my life," I answered as I hugged her back.

"Thirteen days left right?" she asked.

"Thirteen days, if she shows up on time, and another six weeks, and by then I'll be so tired from nursing at night..." I said, clearly sounding down about the situation.

"Why six weeks and why too tired?" she asked clearly confused.

"Six weeks until it's safe to have sex and by then I'll be so exhausted from the baby, I probably won't want to have sex," I clarified.

"Oh, well, I guess that's kinda bad, but I'm sure Anthony will understand," she responded.

"Will he though, I mean it's been months now, and it's going to be months more. How long is he going to wait for me before he finds some hot thing like you to take care of his needs?" I asked.

"What are you talking about? I've known Anthony almost as long as you have. That man adores you, and I can't believe he would ever even look at another woman," she said very matter-of-factly.

"I know he loves me, but look at me, I'm a fat cow, and men have needs, needs I can't fulfill right now," I said.

"Well, I am no expert in men as you know, but I just don't see Anthony having eyes for anyone but you," she said dismissively.

"I don't know Courtney, he hasn't let me touch him since I got put on bed rest. Hell just a little bit ago I offered him a blowjob and he turned me down. What guy ever turns down a blow job?" I asked.

"Maybe the kind of guy that was told by your doctor that if you did anything but lay your ass in this bed he could lose you both? Sounds like he values you more than getting a blowjob. I would think that's a good thing," she said a bit sternly.

"But what if, what if it means he's already found someone?" I asked a tinge of fear in my voice.

"Not going to happen, plus, when would he even have the time? He gets up, takes care of you and Jason, then goes to work, picks Jason up from school, comes here, and takes care of you. The man has literally no time to himself," she said, sounding a bit exasperated.

"I don't know, maybe it's someone at work?" I said hesitantly.

"Girl, you have been cooped up way too long. Anthony wouldn't do that and you know it. You've clearly been watching too much crap on TV and listening to all those damn hormones. Hell, I guarantee you that if I went downstairs right now, buck naked, and threw myself at him, he would turn me around and send me right back up here, and then come tell you I was crazy," she said confidently.

"Wait, that's it!" I exclaimed. "You could, you know, seduce him, and then at least I would know it's with you and not some strange skank from work," I said before I really thought it through.

"Excuse me, what?" she nearly shouted at me.

"Wait, just hear me out," I pleaded. "You and I are best friends, we've known each other forever. I can trust you. I know that if I ask you to seduce my husband, you will honor my request when I ask you to break it off in a few months, and I know you will keep it casual," I explained.

"Jessica, I love you, but you clearly aren't considering this well. I'm going to go downstairs and see if Anthony needs any help. Maybe you can find your sanity while I'm gone," Courtney responded.

Just then Anthony appeared in the doorway with my ever-present food tray.

"Thought you ladies might enjoy some Pina Coladas and my world-famous coconut shrimp," he said as he approached the bed.

"The drink on the left is the virgin one for my lovely wife," he said as he put the train on the bed between Courtney and I.

"Anthony, I think your wife has lost her ever-loving mind..." Courtney started to say before I interrupted.

"Thank you, honey, these are much appreciated," I said quickly trying to prevent Courtney from sharing any of our conversation.

"Your wife just asked me to sleep with you..." Courtney just had to continue...

Wow, look at the time... This story is already getting long and here I was just planning to tell you how much I enjoyed watching Courtney fuck my husband. So let's just skip over all this other part and get right to it.

No, it didn't happen that night, in fact, it was only after a week of pestering them and trying to convince them that it was the right thing to do in order to save my marriage did they finally relent.

Wait you want to know more? Ok, but let me be quick about it.

Anthony thought Courtney was joking, but then I relented and explained my position. He of course spent the next several hours explaining that he would absolutely never cheat on me and had no interest in anyone else.

I know I should have listened, but clearly, reason was not my strong suit at this moment. I ended up letting it go for the evening but spent the next couple of days trying to convince Courtney she would be doing me a huge favor and would save my marriage.

Anthony, well he just wasn't having it, and actually started to get pretty pissed off at me. Yeah I know, I absolutely should have dropped it, but my brain was not working.

It was about a week later that things changed. It was Friday night and Anthony had just gotten home and was downstairs getting Jason squared away when I heard the front door open and Courtney talking to Anthony.

I wasn't expecting her to come over today so that piqued my interest.

About twenty minutes later they both came upstairs wearing very serious faces.

There was no food tray or fresh drink. Instead, Anthony was carrying a document of some kind.

"Um, hi?" I said a bet apprehensively.

"I don't know where to start, so I am just going to give you this to read," my husband said stepping forward and handing me the document.

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Open Marriage Agreement

This Open Marriage Agreement ("Agreement") is entered into by and between the following parties:

Jessica Mancheli ("Jessica" or "the Initiator")

Anthony Mancheli ("Anthony" or "Spouse")

Courtney Davids ("Courtney" or "Friend")

Collectively referred to as "the Parties."

1. Purpose

Jessica has requested that Anthony engage in a consensual, intimate relationship with Courtney. Anthony and Courtney are hesitant but willing to consider this arrangement under specific conditions outlined in this Agreement. All Parties wish to protect their emotional and legal interests and agree to the following terms.

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The contract was several pages long and I honestly didn't initially read them all.

"I see, so you agree then?" I asked after skimming the first page.

"Well, there are a couple of caveats which you will find detailed in the contract," Anthony responded.

"Just give me the high level," I insisted.

"Well, first, you have to be present. We will do it right here and you have to watch. That way as soon as you realize this is a really stupid idea, you can tell us to stop, and we can all get back to a normal life," Anthony said in a somewhat harsh tone.

"Well, I really don't want to watch," I said.

"Non-negotiable. If you are so convinced this is what you want, then you are going to be as involved as you can be," he said sternly.

"What else?" I asked.

"Well, this isn't exactly in the contract, but you need to know, I am not going to just lay there and let him fuck me like some blow-up doll. If you want me to sleep with Anthony, I'm going to rock his world," Courtney stated proudly.

We all talked for a while, and it was pretty clear that they both thought they were going to talk some sense into me. That didn't happen, and you should have seen their faces when I asked them to find me a pen to sign the agreement.

But we all signed, and they decided that it would happen the next day. Anthony would take Jason to spend the weekend with his parents, who always loved having him over, and then they would meet here in our bedroom tomorrow afternoon.

I didn't sleep that well that night. Somehow the thought of them sleeping together bothered me a whole lot less when I thought I wouldn't have to know about it. But having to watch? Could I go through with it? Would I rather he just found someone at work?

Morning came, and Anthony was pretty quiet as he brought me my breakfast and then got Jason ready to take to his parents. You would think he would be happy that I was giving him the OK to sleep with another woman, but he honestly seemed a little pissed.

He left and I didn't hear from him at all until he got home around four in the afternoon. When he got home, he came upstairs and checked in on me. Helped me get to the bathroom, got me a fresh drink, etc. Instead of helping me back to the bed though, he had me sit in a recliner that we had brought upstairs a while back for me to have someplace to rest other than the bed.

"Courtney will be here in a few minutes, there is still time to change your mind," he said as he sat me into the chair.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked smelling a hint of alcohol on his breath.

"Courtney and I met for lunch and had a couple of drinks as we tried to think of ways to talk you out of this," he said.

It was right then that I heard the front door open and Courtney called out announcing herself.

"Lock the door please, we are upstairs," Anthony called out.

A couple of moments later she appeared at the bedroom door.

"Did she change her mind yet?" she asked Anthony.

"I'm afraid not," he responded.

"Well, then I guess we better get the show on the road," she said as she dropped her bag by the door and walked over taking Anthony in her arms and kissing him.

It was pretty evident Anthony froze up for a moment, clearly unsure what to do before he started to kiss her back.

Those first few moments were awkward! They clearly had never kissed each other before, and that's a good thing, but they also didn't really have any work up to it, so it was a bit forced.

For me, it was weird. Part of me was horrified, part of me was about to laugh my ass off at their awkwardness, and a small part of me thought it was kinda hot.

After a few moments, Anthony finally reached his arms around her and things started to get a little less awkward and more intimate. Then just as they were starting to clearly get into kissing each other Anthony pushed her back gently and looked over at me.

"Jess, are you sure this is what you want?" he asked me.

"Yes," was all I said.

With that, Courtney pulled him back towards her and they began to kiss again. This time there was a bit more passion in the kiss. Their hands began to caress each other, and I could see their tongues dancing.

I started to think of how badly I missed his hands on my body. How much I needed his lips pressed to mine. How I wanted to smell him up close and personal.

Courtney took one of his hands into hers and brought it to her blouse-covered breast and as I watched I found myself touching my own breast imagining it was his hand.

Her hand in turn pulled his polo from his pants and she slid her hand up his shirt. I could see the heat starting to build between them. Their own hormones started to take them away from the room where his wife and her best friend was watching.

I felt conflicted. I was certainly getting turned on watching them, but I also knew this was something that shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be turned on, I should be irritate! But why? I asked for this. It wasn't their fault. And shouldn't they enjoy it? That was the whole idea, wasn't it?

Courtney's moans drew me from my thoughts and I reached up to see Anthony had his hand between her legs rubbing her through her slacks while he kissed the side of her neck.

Why wasn't he touching me like that? I know why, but god I wanted that touch.

Courtney pulled away from Anthony and then leaned in and whispered into his ear. She then stepped over by the door picked up her bag and walked into the bathroom

Anthony came over to the chair and knelt before me.

"Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? We can stop now, all of this can be forgotten," he said, his eyes almost begging me to tell him to stop.

"It's Ok, this is what I want," I said. Although I wasn't entirely sure of that. I was feeling very conflicted.

He held my hands for a few moments, staring into my eyes, as though seeking redemption and assurance.

Then Courtney opened the bathroom door and we both turned to look at her.

She stood there, a five-foot-six goddess. Her clothes had been replaced with a black lace garter set with matching panties and cupless bra. Her curly brunette hair hung free around her face as she leaned on the door frame.

Holy fuck! I mean I've always known she was hot. I don't consider myself interested in girls, but yeah, I would have fucked her, she looked that good.

Anthony was staring open-mouthed for several moments before he turned back towards me with an apologetic look.

I just mouthed "It's OK", to him and turned back to watch her.

He moved over to stand at the end of the bed, and she came closer to him before doing a full circle and asking him what he thought.

"You, you, you look amazing Courtney," he stuttered out.

"Glad you like it, I thought I might bring something worthy of such a handsome devil as yourself," she said before stepping into him.

He wrapped his arms around her grabbing her ass in his hands as their lips met once again.

I could tell that his hesitation was starting to give way to lust and desire, and I felt turned on by it.

Her hands pulled his shirt completely free and they broke contact for a moment as she pulled it over his head. Then they kissed briefly before she started kissing down his chest. His hands moved up her back and found her hair as she reached his nipple and took it into her lips.

He moaned as she began to suck his nipple, and his hands gently held her head against him. It was a moan I had heard so many times, but it was odd to hear it without my involvement in creating it. It was disconcerting, yet somehow exciting. My hand found its way under my loose t-shirt and found my own nipple there, giving it a little pinch as I imagined how it must feel to him to have her sucking his nipple.

I could see her tongue flicking gently across his nipple as his hands played through her hair, and I flicked my own nipple with my finger as a tangle of jealousy set in. It had been so long since I had felt his tongue on my nipple, a feeling I so desired, I needed.