As much fun as a cheating husband could be, the prospect of this plump, sultry mare intrigues you. You have no doubts that she's done a bit of cuckolding in her time. On top of that that shortbread she's baking smells delectable! As Mr.Cake shamefully shuffles away to the front, you turn your attention to Mrs.Cake and her batter bowl. She's humming while she's stirring, shaking her hips back and forth with the motions of her whisk.
"Hmm?" She suddenly notices you, "Oh, hello dear. Care to help with the baking?"
"Well, that shortbread of yours sounds pretty good. Do you think if I help I could have some?"
A gracious smile lights up on Cake's face, "Oh ho ho! You dirty little minx, trying to get a taste of my sweet secret ingredients aren't you?" She walks past you and flicks her tail at your side, playfully, "I normally only share my special shortbread with Mr.Cake, but if you simply can't keep yourself out of the cookie jar..."
She trails off into a deviously delicious laugh. You can't tell if it's this promiscuous mistress or the scent of baked goods in the air, but your mouth is watering already. Cake keeps her flank turned towards you as she continues stirring and humming her little song, every once and a while turning to give you a look that could only be her sizing you up.
"Now sweetums," Mrs.Cake pulls her whisk from the bowl and holds it out to you. The scent is simply incredible. "You get to lick the whisk before you have to help me out. Go on, enjoy the taste."
You give it a shy lick, slurping up a dripping bit of the syrupy mixture. You roll your tongue up and down the thin wires of the baking tool, making sure you lick up all of the creamy, white...
Oh, your mind is certainly starting to drift now. There's no way she's playing around now, that sweet demeanor of hers was just a cover for how terribly naughty she really is. Cake must have seen the realization in your face because pulled the wisk away right then and held it over your face. You don't lap at it anymore, instead you let it drip down onto your face and keep your mouth open to catch wayward drops. You've never been so turned-on by baking in all your life. You bet if that perverted old man saw you now, with creamy white strands of shortbread batter dripping down your cheeks, he'd blow his load on the spot!
"Alright dear, you've had your fun. Now it's time to help with the baking, get ready to put that tongue to good use."
You watch her intently as the chubby mare slides the bowl down...
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