I remember the exact moment it all shifted, the night my world tilted on its axis and a new kind of fire ignited within me. Hubby and I, we were 24 when we met, and our sex life had always been incredible, a perfect blend of passion and intimacy. But there was always a whisper in the back of my mind, a fleeting thought of bi-curiosity that I'd never truly explored. Cuckqueaning? It wasn't even a word in my vocabulary then.

Then he met her. She was in her 40s, petite, slender, almost delicate. The three of us met for dinner, and from the moment she walked in, I could feel her eyes on him, a raw, sexual gaze that was impossible to ignore. After a few drinks, the air crackled with unspoken desire. She suggested we go to her car, a spacious H1 van, and a thrill shot through me.

Inside, the world outside melted away. She and I wasted no time, our hands exploring, clothes discarded in a rush. Her mouth on me was a revelation, a slow, deliberate teasing that built until I was a screaming mess, my climax painting her seat in a warm, sticky release.

Then it was his turn. Watching her take him, the way she devoured his cock, sent a shockwave of arousal through me. And then they started to fuck. I just stared, mesmerized, as my husband pounded into her, bareback, the rhythmic thrusts a hypnotic dance. I couldn't tear my eyes away, my fingers digging into myself, mimicking the aggression and passion I witnessed. The fantasy consumed me, driving me to a fever pitch.

They were gone for what felt like an eternity, a full two hours. The tinted windows of the van were covered, but her moans were so loud, so raw, I was sure the cars around us could hear. And the way the van rocked with each thrust, it was impossible not to imagine what was happening inside.

Ever since that night, a new obsession has taken hold. The idea of seeing him please another woman, of hearing him tease how he’d fuck me harder after making her cum, it ignites a fire within me that I never knew existed.