Additional Characters: Big Mac, Sugar Belle
Contains: Consensual voyeurism, a MILF trying to be sneaky, exhibitionism, married sex, rough sex, magically-possible hilting, masturbation/hoofing, and a cumshot.

It was another day in the Sugarcube Corner, and Mrs. Cake hummed a tune to herself as she and Sugar Belle quietly worked in unison on the sweets for the day. With Pinkie and Mr. Cake out making deliveries to different places in Ponyville, it was just the two mares. Sugar Belle took out a tray of mint chocolate cupcakes with mint green frosting and placed them on one half of the counter while the plump blue MILF used the other half of the counter to stir ingredients in a big mixing bowl. Granted, the older mare would’ve loved to talk to Sugar Belle about anything and everything, but she found herself all too distracted by a problem that had been aching her body in a way that was too embarrassing for her to admit to anypony.

For the past several years, even more so since she had her foals, Mrs. Cake was feeling woefully neglected in both her holes underneath her brilliantly crimson tail. Mr. Cake was no doubt a sweet stallion that was dutiful to taking care of their business and the two foals they had together, but the fact that the big blue mare couldn’t even remember when the last time her and her husband had made love made her heart hurt just as much as her loins. While the cuddles and kisses on occasion were still emotionally fulfilling, it didn’t change that the mare had physical needs. Biting her lip, Mrs. Cake made sure not to glance at Sugar Belle, made sure not to wonder let alone ask how the much younger mare’s marriage was going. Surely Big Mac was too busy with the family farm most of the time, and Mrs. Cake wasn’t the only married mare starved for intimacy? But if she was wrong, the chubby mare didn’t want to risk it. Feeling a hoof on her shoulder that wasn’t her own, Mrs. Cake shrieked and jumped back, only just relaxing as she noticed it was Sugar Belle with a small frown.

“Everything alright, Mrs. Cake?” Sugar asked, tilting her head to the side as she studied her employer’s face. “You seem like you have something stressful on your mind.”

“I just didn’t get enough sleep, that’s all,” Mrs. Cake sighed, walking back to her bowl and placing her hoof on the spatula she was stirring the ingredients.

“Well, you know that I’m always here if you need to talk about it,” Sugar shrugged, before walking towards the fridge and opening it. “If it’s about Mr. Cake, you know I’m a safe source to talk to for advice and such, okay? I wouldn’t tell anypony, er, creature.”

Mrs. Cake gritted her teeth. Just because Sugar Belle had been married, for far less time than her, she thought she’d have more wisdom on marriage? Once she noticed the bitter thought rising to the forefront of her mind, Mrs. Cake winced as she looked away from the unicorn levitating the tray of mint chocolate cupcakes into the fridge. How could she be so grumpy about such a sweet young mare offering support? Mrs. Cake’s ears flattened against her crimson mane, her blood boiling as she found the thought to be born of the pent up feelings that had been developing on and off for years. If something didn’t give way, the chubby blue baker was going to implode.

Before she could say anything to Sugar Belle, Mrs. Cake heard the ding outside the kitchen door. Nodding to her pink unicorn employee so that she knew that she had the door, Mrs. Cake left her bowl of ingredients to swing open the kitchen door with one hoof. On the other side of the counter, an all-too familiar big and bulky red stallion with a light orange mane stared at her with his simple smile and peaceful gaze.

“Big Mac!” Mrs. Cake grinned, glancing over as she saw Sugar Belle close the fridge and trot towards them. “What can we do for you?”

“Just wanted to talk to Sugar real quick,” Big Mac explained, smiling even wider as Sugar Belle closed the distance between them and gave the big stallion a deep yet quick kiss. “Y’know, before the bakery opens.”

“Yeah! Of course!” Mrs. Cake nodded. “The two of us pretty much got all the prep done, I just need to put the batter for the raspberry cupcakes in the oven.”

“We shouldn’t take too long,” Sugar grinned, blushing a little as she looked at Big Mac with an intent gaze. Everytime Mrs. Cake saw the two of them together, they gave that same body language that they couldn’t take their hooves off each other. Surely that was for show? Or at least had a hint of exaggeration to it? Mrs. Cake shook her head, scolding herself for her thoughts once again as she watched the two walk towards the dining room. Walking back into the kitchen, Mrs. Cake took deep breaths to dispel her unwelcome thoughts as effectively as possible. Doing a meditation practice that she learned, being in the present and recognizing various things in the room such as the bowl her hooves were around and the smell of fresh raspberries she had recently placed in the bowl, Mrs. Cake calmed down a considerable amount. Finishing stirring the ingredients and getting out the cupcake tray, Mrs. Cake hummed a little louder to herself as she lifted the bowl with her hooves and poured the appropriate amount in each cupcake-shaped hole. Emptying the bowl as much as she could, she managed to fill the entire cupcake tray and place it in the oven. Setting the time, Mrs. Cake felt a tiny rush of happiness as she took the bowl and spatula and placed it in the sink. Checking the entire kitchen from the fridge to the counters, Mrs. Cake had everything set up, but Sugar Belle still hadn’t returned from her talk with Big Mac. What was taking so long?

Mrs. Cake slowly opened the kitchen door and had her ears assaulted with a series of long moans in the distance, only interrupted by the occasional squeak and cry. Her body instinctively knowing what was happening as a deep blush crept up on the blue baker’s cheeks, Mrs. Cake still refused to believe what was happening in the dining room. Even though the curtains were drawn over the windows, blocking any of the public from seeing what would go on in that room, surely Sugar Belle wouldn’t fuck her husband in the bakery?

And then the chubby MILF heard it, the most lewd unmistakable clap of fur against fur. Then another. And another. Until a symphony of clapping graced Mrs. Cake’s ears, the sound combining with the needy feminine moans like music to the mare’s ears. Mrs. Cake gasped. Symphony? Music? She shouldn’t think these thoughts about other ponies besides her husband! She should put Sugar Belle in her place, chew her out on how inappropriate it was to be fucking somepony on the clock…but as Mrs. Cake walked closer to the dining room, the moans becoming too loud for the blue mare to tune out, she felt the fire that had been building up in her loins being stirred. Teased and tempted beyond what an older mare such as herself could reasonably endure, Mrs. Cake walked up to the entrance that led to the dining room and hid behind the wall. This was her bakery, so what harm was there in getting a peak of the action?

Moving her head towards the dining room and glancing past the entrance, the sight that was exposed to her was her undoing, the destruction to any sort of will she had to stop them. In the corner of the dining room on one of the biggest tables, she saw Sugar Belle laid out on her back with all four of her legs splayed out. Spread eagle, Sugar Belle’s exposed bright pink pussy was being absolutely demolished by a cock so thick that it shouldn’t have been physically possible for it to even fit inside the pink unicorn. As Big Mac pulled out most of his cock before getting ready to thrust back inside, Mrs. Cake briefly got to admire the monstrous length that put the Big in Big Mac. A dark shade of brick red in comparison to the giant’s lighter red fur, with an angry vein snaking around it, the bitchbreaker had to be at least a foot long and thicker than his forehoof. It essentially looked like a fifth leg! And seeing how thick and powerful it was clearly explained the expression on Sugar Belle’s face. With her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue rolling out of her mouth, Mrs. Cake felt a rush of longing, even a hint of envy, at how gloriously in sync the married couple was when it came to carnal affairs…

As Big Mac smashed his monstrous length in and out of his wife, he smirked at the glimpse of crimson hair peeking out from the entrance to the dining room. As much as the older mare thought she was subtle in watching them, Big Mac could definitely see where she was even without staring directly at her mane. Leaning forward and pressing his muzzle to his wife’s ear, Big Mac focused on thrusting into her even if it was a little slower while he talked.

“Hey Sugar,” Big Mac growled. “Ah think we have an audience over there, whaddya say we give her a show?”

Sugar Belle gasped, trying not to look in the direction of the other side of the room. Her body was torn between being more aroused at having somepony watch, and the cold terror of possibly getting in trouble with her boss. However, Sugar Belle thought to herself despite the overwhelming fullness of her husband’s dick leaving a very visible imprint where her stomach was, she could clearly tell that something was amiss with the older mare’s love life. She’d been able to tell for at least several months now, and could guess that the older mare was too stuck in her pride to confide in Sugar Belle and possibly fix her marriage. Sugar smirked, using her expert skills at sex to squeeze her husband’s dick with each slow thrust he made as he waited for his wife’s approval to take it up a notch. After Sugar gave a nod subtle enough for Mrs. Cake to likely not notice, Big Mac grinned from ear to ear as he pulled away from his wife’s ear with a loud snort. Pulling out most of his length except the fat and blunt tip of his carnal weapon, he waited for the moment his wife would least expect it before slamming his entire length back inside. It was only possible through a special spell the unicorn had learned, and the otherwise impossible thrust bore fruit instantly. Sugar Belle’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks before she shuddered and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her hooves having lost all subtlety, the pink unicorn howled without anymore restraint as marecum gushed out of her pussy and all over her husband’s stiff bitchbreaker…

Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened just as much, the blue mare still red in the face as she watched Sugar Belle have a devastating and loud orgasm that she hadn’t recalled experiencing in years. The closest she experienced to that was the day of her honeymoon with her husband and a hooffull of experiences following the few weeks after, and her heart dropped as she witnessed somepony that wasn’t her experience such euphoria. And with how turned on and dripping she was becoming now watching the two of them, she didn’t want that same thing with her husband anymore. She needed it. And so Mrs. Cake lifted one of her forehooves as she brought said hoof to her throbbing and needy hole. Even if it wasn’t the same as a glorious dick getting squeezed by the walls of her pussy, she could watch the younger married couple going at it as feral as possible, and imagine that she was getting the same pleasure as them. With some effort, Mrs. Cake bit her lip as she felt her thick hoof slipping past her pussy lips as she pushed all of it in and a little bit of her leg. Gasping at the fat sensation of part of her leg inside her, she pulled most of it out and then pushed it back inside. Hoof-fucking herself just felt right, instead of refusing herself any kind of self-pleasure just because she had been hoping her husband would just give it to her. The notion was ridiculous as it was tragic, and Mrs. Cake felt so good that she had some kind of outlet to get out her sexual frustration, even if it wasn’t the same as being intimate with another partner.

Her bitten lip barely muffling her moans, she noticed that Sugar Belle’s moans had gotten considerably louder. Howling like a prostitute getting fucked in the alleyway, Mrs. Cake was shocked that Sugar Belle was so loud and no longer cared about getting caught. Did the young unicorn think she was subtle? Well, Mrs. Cake didn’t care how loud she was, not if she still got the chance to hoof herself. Jackhammering her own pussy with part of her leg similar to how the grunting giant was starting to jackhammer his wife, Mrs. Cake was spurred on by how vocal the mare beneath him was getting.

“FUCK! YES! RUIN MY HOLE!” Sugar screamed, moving her hindlegs back and holding them in her forehooves so that Big Mac could plow his wife more easily. “You better fuck me so hard that I’m seeing stars! I want to cum at least a dozen times!”

Mrs. Cake gasped, watching as Big Mac kept going without stopping, pounding even harder till the pink unicorn beneath him was a drooling and gibberish mess. The PLAP PLAP PLAP of his powerful legs colliding with his wife’s generously sized ass was nearly louder than the sound of Sugar Belle’s feminine and high-pitched moans of need. Sugar’s already curly mane was a wild mess that had long since slipped out of her ponytail, and Mrs. Cake was in awe of how fucked up her employee looked, and how much the pink unicorn enjoyed it that way. Before the married mare could stop herself, she imagined herself in the same position, laid out on the table with a hulking stud jackhammering her like it was the last night of their lives. He’d smash his fat length in and out of Mrs. Cake’s needy pussy, colliding his hips with her fat jiggly ass. Her normally well-kept and lovely mane would be a frizzled mess like Sugar Belle’s, and she would reach a level of pleasure that would exceed her wildest fantasies. She’d be just like the pink unicorn she was watching, drooling and fucked into a lust-coma.

Mrs. Cake started panting and gasping at the images in her mind, increasing the speed of her own hoof-fucking as she heard Big Mac giving more grunts in between each thrust. Seeing that the big stallion was gritting his teeth, Mrs. Cake could tell that he was close, and she whimpered and bit her lip again as she imagined herself receiving that load of foal batter. She had missed the days that she was desirable enough by her husband, so much so that he put two foals in her. And imagining a stallion finding her that desirable again completely undid her mind, the fantasy of being gravid with another foal from a stallion who desired her set her loins ablaze and made her brain nearly blackout altogether to the unfathomable pleasure. Regardless of if a foal came from it or not, she needed to feel that lovemaking, that sensation of a stallion treating her body like it was his entire world. The spark that fueled her flames made her cry out louder than she anticipated as she closed her eyes and embraced the need to reach her release, the longing cry to be touched and desired. To be wanted.

“Hnng, fuck, ah’m close, where do you-”

“On me!” Sugar Belle bellowed. “Get your cum all over me!”

Big Mac snorted, closing his eyes and slamming back and forth into his wife with increasing speed, before nearly knocking his wife off the table with the powerful collision his bitchbreaker made into Sugar Belle’s needy pussy clamping down and squirting around him. Pulling out of his wife, he proceeded to jizz all over her mane, face, and fur.

Mrs. Cake was in awe of the hot white loads landing on the pink unicorn like a lewd work of art. With Sugar Belle still howling and spasming, Mrs. Cake allowed her cry to increase in volume as she felt her own marecum splashing around her hoof and part of her leg as she came all over herself. Seeing stars for a few seconds, Mrs. Cake felt like everything in the world was just right in the way she had dreamed of. Even if the perfect feeling only lasted till her vision came back, Mrs. Cake felt assured enough from the spontaneous voyeurism that she had some idea of how to handle the dry spell with her husband. Taking a random cloth that she spotted on the counter, she rubbed the juices on the floor beneath her vigorously until it appeared that the evidence of her ‘crime’ was all gone. Trotting away as quickly yet quietly as she could, Mrs. Cake carried the dirty cloth in her mouth as she retreated to the kitchen with an internal sigh of relief. Now with the fateful scene she had witnessed opening up her eyes, the blue baker was ready to try and fix her marriage…

“Fuck,” Big Mac groaned as he stumbled off the table and took a few deep breaths as he watched his wife let go of her own hindlegs to relax on the table after the overwhelmingly wonderful session with her husband. “Huh, ah’ll be damned. Guess you were right about her having a dry spell. Perhaps we should have her join next time?”

“What?” Sugar Belle nearly shouted as she sat up on the dirty table with flattened ears and a sharp scowl at her husband, still soaked with his cum dripping down her face. “Having somepony watch is one thing, but join? Never, we’re married.”

“Of course, honey,” Big Mac walked away, smirking as his face was no longer turned towards his wife. “Let me get the cloth to clean up our mess…”