They were so into each other at the party. My husband and I are super discreet when we are among our

They were so into each other at the party. My husband and I are super discreet when we are among our close friends. None of them know about our cuckqueaning lifestyle, it’s our secret. So, it annoys me slightly when he pays this one so much attention in front of everyone in the room. Not that anyone else even notices anyway. As his wife, only I can see how much she is turning him on. I can see an extra glint in his eyes and how he surveys her body slowly as they chat, mentally undressing her. I see the signs. They have to get close, to hear each other over the music. But they stay pressed against each other, laughing and whispering. They take every opportunity to touch each other. I, on the other side of the room, fade out of the random conversation I was having and focus on watching them instead.

My husband gives me a glance and a smile just before he slips out of the room with her.  I am the only one to see them leave. I casually follow them  just in time to see the balcony door swing shut. The darkened hall window gives me the perfect view to peek on them. There’s snow on the ground so all the smokers are hanging out in the garage instead. My husband and this strange girl will be undisturbed.  He pulls the cover off the porch swing and she does not hesitate getting closer to him. They pass a joint and snuggle up to each other. Sure enough, my husband’s charm works and a lingering look turns into a longing kiss. The alcohol and pot to kick in and their inhibitions disappear along with the cold. They cannot hold back their primal urge, their physical need. Their random connection at a party turns into a heady, intense. illicit fuck, outside on an icy cold night. Their bodies are steaming together in the cold and I get to see it all from my warm hiding place. My silken panties are actually soaked through and the tops of my thighs just glide over each other every time I readjust my position. It is hard to keep so still and I do not want them to see me. They fuck for a long time. I know her pussy feels good to him because he gets so deep into it. The more enamoured with a cuckcake he is, the slower and deeper he will go. This intimacy makes my heart ache and thrills me at the same time.  He finally pulls her hips down onto him with a grunt and I know he is cumming now, filling up her strange cuckcake pussy with his cum.  I want to watch them kissing and disengaging but I am worried about appearances and rush back to the party.

I am laughing with my friends when my husband rejoins us acting like normal. I can see his cheeks are still slightly flushed. He pulls me in close and hugs me and I can smell her perfume on his neck. Right at that moment, his newest cuckcake tries to pass us, casually catching my eye.
I smile at her from my husband’s embrace, so knowingly, my eyes bore into her soul and she knows I know, she hurries onwards to the bar.
“Do you want her again?” I whisper to him, holding my breath.
“Would you mind? I want to take her home. I want to see her with you” he smiles sheepishly.  
“You say all the right things”. I kiss my husband deeply for the whole room to see. My friends jeer us a little, knowing how in love we are with each other. They. actually. have. no. idea.