Watching My Sister Seduce My Husband: A Cuckquean Romance

I couldn't stop thinking about them, the way that my husband had kissed her, holding her face tightly. I felt lightheaded and euphoric. I stood there watching, impotent and aroused, unable to stop them. Of course, he didn't stop there. He couldn't. I didn't want him to.
We had come to Australia in the wake of Mom's sudden death, Dad, my sister Carol, Jon, my husband and Teddy our son and I. It was supposed to be a fun trip. Instead, it turned out to be so much more. Little did I know the effect that two weeks abroad would have on our marriage. I didn't even know what a cuckquean was.