CuckQuean

"When was the last time we were in a bedroom together?" Camilla asked Peter.

"It's been quite a while," said Peter.

Laura just stood silently.She felt as if she was trapped in a robot. Her mind was her own, but she had no control over her actions. She stood with a dopey smile on her face while inside she wanted to beat the tar out of Camilla.

"We had some wild times in the bedroom." Camilla pushed herself back on the bed. She sat up and unzipped her dress. "Want to relive those times?"

Peter, without looking at his wife, got up and started to take off his clothes.

Laura stood there with the **** polite smile on her face.

Camilla pulled off her dress to show she was not wearing underwear. "I want to ride my big stallion!" she said.

Peter got on the bed and laid on his back, and Camilla climbed on top of him. She lowered herself onto his cock. "Oh baby, I missed this!" she said.

Laura, a frozen dopey smile on her face was burning with humiliation, rage, and desperation. She watched this bitch fuck her husband. She wanted to slap the shit out of both of them, but she just stood there, unable to speak or move.

"Oh yeah, baby!" cried Camilla. "Yeah! I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Fuck yeah!" cried Peter. "Ride me, cowgirl!"

Camilla threw her hand up as if she was a bull rider trying to keep her balance. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuuck Meeeeeeeeee!"

Laura was in hell. The sex just went on and on and on. She could not remember Peter ever lasting that long with her. Finally, Peter had his orgasm, which sent Camilla over the top. She slowed her bucking then climbed off of Peter and slumped next to him. She took his arm and put it under her head. The two panted.

After they stopped panting, Camilla looked at Laura. "Laura, be a sweetie and lick my pussy clean. It's all sticky and wet with my pussy juice and your husband's cum."

Your husband's cum. The word's stung Laura more than Camilla calling her "sweetie" again, but Laura walked over and climbed on the bed. Camilla spread her legs, and Laura started to lap at Camilla's pussy. She had made out with girls in college and even felt one up as she felt her up, but she had never had any lesbian sex. This was her first time and she hated ever second of it.

"Good girl," said Camilla. "You're so sweet, polite, and accommodating." She patted Laura on the head adding to Laura's feeling of humiliation and helplessness.

Laura finished and sat back.

"Now, shouldn't you clean my pussy juice off of your husband's cock?" asked Camilla.

Laura, the phony smile back on her face, nodded and sucked her husband's cock clean. When she was finished, she sat back again.

"Could you go down and prepare us a snack?" asked Camilla. "Maybe some cheese and crackers and fruit to go with the wine."

"Very good. I'll get right on it," said Laura. She left Camilla snuggling up to her husband.

Laura went into the kitchen and prepared a plate of grapes, crackers, cheese cubes, and apple slices. She brought it into the living room where she found Peter in his bathrobe and Camilla wearing Laura's silk robe. They were lounging on the couch drinking their wine.