Quean for a Day: Part 22

The walk back to the truck then the drive home was not your typical dating moment and certainly not what I had planned as we spend it mostly talking about my wife along with a more honest conversation about what Sarah and I were exploring together. The failed kiss had shattered the spell. The fleeting fantasy that we’d been indulging in all night, that of living in another timeline where Ann and I were more than friends, had been safely wrapped up and returned to the realm of ‘what could have been’. It had been fascinating, flattering and curiosity piquing to peek into that alternate reality but, as amazing as Ann was, I found nothing there as good as what I was already blessed with right here. My flirtation with another option only solidified my eternal love for Sarah. The energy between Ann and I had changed. Gone was the dreamy romance and in its place was the bond of a couple of horny buddies looking to have a good time, as it really should have been from the start.

As Ann and I pull up to the house I catch the living room curtains rustle. Unsurprisingly Sarah had been watching for us. I could just imagine her pacing and waiting and watching as her jealous little heart drummed in her chest. I didn’t have to imagine that hard as I had gone through it myself.

After parking the truck I check my texts in case of safeword then look across to Annie. “She’ll be waiting for us.”

“Don’t you worry about Sarah.” Ann says. “I think I can handle her.”

“That’s what I thought too.” I chuckle. “Just remember it’s her first time.”

“It’s mine too. And yours. I’m the queen tonight, David. Let me wear my crown.”

“Fair enough. Come on then, gorgeous.” Taking her hand I bring it to my lips for a kiss. “Let’s make some memories.”

As we walk to the door my anticipation grows. Given their personalities, Ann being so chill and cool and Sarah being a total sweetheart, I didn’t expect any major drama. But with jealousy thick in the air there was the potential for sparks to fly.

Just beyond the entryway Sarah waited for us still in her simple blue dress. The only main difference between how she looked during the date and now was that she now had my wedding band on a chain around her neck. She stood with her hands folded in front of her and her head slightly bowed in a posture of submission.

“Sir. Ma’am.” She curtsies as if she were meeting a lord and lady. We were certainly dressed the parts. She peeks up at us nervously. “I hope you both had a nice evening.”

“At last we meet.” Ann says, offering her her elegant hand.

Sarah takes her hand and curtsies again. “Nice to meet you.”

“Ann, this is my better half Sarah.” I say stepping up beside them. “Sarah, this is…my old friend Annie.”

“Our queen for a day.” Sarah says softly. “Did you have a nice date?”

I was about to answer when I realize that the question hadn’t been posed to me.

“It was everything I dreamed it would be.” Ann says, taking my arm and cuddling to my side. “You’ve got quite a man here, Sarah.”

Sarah’s left eye twitches, just once. “Yes. I do.” She looks up at Ann, up even further at me, then back to Ann again. “He never told me how beautiful you are. You two look…” She sighs as the sweet sting of jealousy flows through her. “…perfect.”

“You okay, baby girl?”

She takes a long breath then smiles a fragile smile. “I’m okay, Papa Bear.”

She was nervous, scared, horny and completely swept up in the moment. I knew it so well. We were at the moment of truth. After looking into her eyes a moment for an unspoken ‘I love you’, and receiving one back, I give a nod toward the living room, specifically toward the chair where I’d sat and watched Emile take her that first time. “Why don’t you take a seat then?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bobs with another curtsy.

Just before she goes Annie stops her. Stepping forward still in her heels she towers over my wife. “Leave your panties here.”

The gasp that follows I thought was Sarah’s until I realized that it had escaped my own lips. Sarah, her blue eyes wide, pauses a moment before bowing her head. “Yes, Ma’am.” Reaching under her the skirt of her dress she bends over and pulls her plain white cotton panties down her legs and slips out of them. Standing with her underwear in her hand she looks up at us, a pink blush rising across her cheeks.

“Leave them there.” Ann points. “On the floor.”

Sarah lets out a trembling breath then nods. She could have just dropped them but instead she kneels so that she could delicately lay her panties on the floor in front of our sexy cuckcake. Seeing her on her knees in front of a looming Annie brings back memories of the story she’d written me and told me about of her hardcore experience with her friend Maria, her dominant husband Xavi, and their marathon man of a gimp. Despite the look of humiliation on her face I knew deep down that this excited her. We’d dabbled with some bondage and such since November but I knew my dominance was a pale imitation of ‘Master Xavier’. My hard-coded values simply did not allow me to go as hard as he did with a woman physically, even if it was consensual. Seeing Sarah as she was now though made me realize that there was more ways than one to Dom a woman.

“Off you go.” I wave her away.

Sarah bows, thanks us, and hurries off to sit in what was becoming the cuck chair.

Slipping her foot from her shoe Ann presses her toes into the crotch of Sarah’s panties. “Just as I thought.” She laughs. “She’s even wetter than I am.”

On her chair Sarah closes her eyes as the blush darkens and spreads across her face. Her small hands clutch at her dress tightly as her knees press tight together.

I cock a brow. “So you’re saying you’re wet?”

“As a fucking water slide, big guy.” In one swift motion I scoop Ann up off of her feet to cradle her in my arms. “Ha hahhh!” Ann hoots as I give her a spin. Kicking off her other shoe she throws her head back and goes limp in my arms. “Take me you BEAST!”

I carry my conquest of the night into the living room. Though she was taller than Sarah her long, lithe body was actually much lighter. Her hoot, her perfume mixed with her natural aroma, the way she felt nearly weightless in my arms, everything about Ann was just…different. Pushing the coffee table away from the sofa to give us some space I then give her another twirl and set her down as light as a feather. Her dark eyes gleaming with lust Annie beckons me onto her.

I pause. There was a line in front of me, in front of us. Not THE line just yet, but a line just the same. If I did what I was thinking about I would be touching another woman with lustful intentions for the first time since meeting Sarah. Little did I realize when I sent my wife to the living room instead of the bedroom just how much that decision would aid me in thie moment. It was on this sofa that I’d seen my wife be ravished by another man. It was on the chair Sarah sat in now that I quietly watched them paralyzed in agony and ecstasy. It was in this room she’d cucked me not for the first time but the first time in person. Her cries of orgasm echoed in my ears. It is with those memories enflaming my husbandly sense of pride and fairness that I don’t step but I dive across that line!

“Ooo!” Ann exclaims as I pounce on top of her.

“You called on the beast?” I slip a hand down her dress to grope one of her petite titties. “You got’im!”

“Ohhhh! Yesssss!” Ann claws down my thick arms. “YES!”

“Oh my God!” I hear whispered to my side. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sarah’s huge eyes, as wide as they could go, locked on us. Her right hand clutches the ring that dangled from her neck.

Dipping down I kiss Ann’s chest. Pulling the spaghetti straps past her shoulders I then give her snug gown a downward tug to expose her itty-bitties. Soft yet shapely, pouting oh so beautifully, with tiny, taut milk chocolate colored nipples, Annie’s breasts would most aptly be described as nature’s most perfect mouthful. I kiss her chest again the rub my bearded chin down until her near boob dragged across my lips. Opening my mouth wide I engulf the entire teat in way I never could with Sarah’s big knockers and suck.

“Mrrmmm!”

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck.” Ann sighs as she begins unfastening the buttons of my shirt.

Hot and heavy Ann and I grope and grab each other. Flicking my tongue up and down across her stiff nipple, so much smaller and stiffer than Sarah’s could get, I gaze up into Ann’s lust hazed eyes. “Mmm.” I lick. “I fuckin love your tits!” Feeling my wife’s stare drilling into me I ask aloud. “Don’t you think she’s got great tits, baby?”

“Oh!” Sarah peeps. “Um, yeah. They’re…nice.”

“Better than nice! MMMMM!”

“OHHHH!” Ann moans as I move to the other breast to tongue it and mouth it.

I can hear Sarah squirm but was far to occupied to see what she was doing. From experience I knew that she was right now tasting that sweet cuckold nectar even as its venom seared her soul. On my end I am experiencing a thrill altogether new to me. Not only was Sarah’s presence not the distraction or a detraction it only fanned the flames of my desire for Annie’s flesh to burn hotter. I wanted Ann on her own merits, she was sexy beyond belief, but the way she acted as a conduit for my wife’s jealousy and admiration took my passions even higher. Knowing that the woman I loved was watching me filled me with a masculine need to perform at my very best.

With our hands and mouths never leaving the other Ann peels me out of my shirt and I hitch up her skirt. Her limbs were leaner and firmer. Her titties smaller and her tiny nips more sensitive. Her skin tasted different, her noises were different, the way she more aggressively touched me and clutched at me was different. Everything familiar was new! After so long with only one partner it was almost like my first time again.

Before long I am slipping a hand down into her lacy black panties. My fingers glide right through her short, silky pubes.

“Is she wet for you?” Comes a teeny peep from the chair.

I pause my titty sucking just long enough to say. “Her pussy is so fuckin wet, baby!”

“Ohhh!” Sarah mewls.

“Hahhhh!” Ann writhes under me, clawing and gripping at my back and flanks. “Fuck yes! Ohhhhh, David!”

I rub her stiff clitty, finding it a bit smaller and hidden within a deeper hood than my wife. Tenderly I pinch and tug and rub my thick fingers across it. Ann begins to thrust her hips and grind against me. Sliding my hand lower my middle finger glides between her hot, wet labial petals. She was so fucking ready to fuck! Curling my middle finger in I find her entrance and slowwwly push my finger inside.

“Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuck!” Ann groans as my long, thick digit slides into her. When I was all the way to the knuckle she shudders and clamps down around me. “Rrrrmmmm!”

I stop sucking her breast to look down at my hand, not quite believing the signals it was sending to my brain. Before her cunny gripped down on my finger I thought she’d already been squeezing based on the snugness of her tunnel, but that had been her relaxed! I’d only been with a three women before Sarah and she’d been tighter than them all. With that limited sample size I’d just assumed that my sweet, virgin girlfriend at the time was about as tight as a gal could get. It was actually something Sarah was quite proud of when I told her. But based on the warm, slick vice-like grip I was feeling around my finger…I’d been wrong! Women could get tighter than Sarah, and Annie was just such a woman!

Part 23