Quean for a Day: Part 19

It was Saturday at last. The big day for the new queen. Once more Sarah’s personality shifts. She was quiet without being reserved or repressed, humble without being submissive, and outwardly calm despite the jealous nerves that I knew were simmering below the surface. She had come to an acceptance and made her peace with what was happening tonight. It might not have been a settled peace, but it was as good as we were going to get. Together we share an relaxing and entirely unremarkable time at home doing chores and just hanging out. Though the air crackled with sexual tension and controlled trepidation it was a pretty normal Saturday morning…until the first text came in.

We were just clearing the table from lunch when my phone chimes. My first reaction was to worry that it was work calling about covering a shift tonight. By the way Sarah suddenly froze then snapped her head to look in the direction of my pocket I could tell that she had another worry. It turns out that hers was the correct one.

‘Good morning sexy!’

‘Good morning to you!’

“Who is it?” Sarah whispers. Why she was whispering I could not say. It wasn’t as if Annie could hear through text message.

“Ann.”

Sarah sucks in a shuddering little breath and nods. “Good. That’s…good.” With that she carries on clearing the table.

‘Is everything still a go?’  Says Ann’s next message.

‘Start your engines.’  I tap back with a green light emoji.

‘YES! I can’t wait!’

‘We’re excited too.’

‘I’m feeling a bit ripped off here though.’

‘Oh?’

‘I was told Queen for a Day and here I am twiddling my thumbs waiting for tonight.’

Sarah finishes with the table but finds an excuse to linger close by. While she doesn’t look directly at me she was continually glancing my way from the corner of her eye.

‘The original plan was different. It was meant to be a day. I suppose we could meet this afternoon for a coffee or something.’

‘Nah. I want tonight to be extra special. I’ll wait to see you then.’  There is a few seconds pause before the next message follows. ‘David. I’ve been thinking about something and I have to ask you a serious question. No joking around.’

‘Shoot.’

‘Were you serious that Sarah WANTS me to make her feel jealous?’

I pause a moment before replying. ‘Yes.’

‘Is Sarah a cuckquean?’

‘You’ve done some research.’

‘I always do my homework.’

‘The answer is, we don’t know.’  I tell the truth. ‘As I mentioned we are experimenting. This is the test run.’

‘Very good. Final question…’  There is another pause. ‘If I called right now could I talk to her?’

“What is it?” Sarah asks in a loud whisper when she sees my brows raise.

“She wants to speak with you.”

“Wh-What!?” Sarah stammers. “Why?”

Ann had already answered her question. ‘From what you told me she is my Lady in Waiting. Tell her the Queen has a few instructions for her. She doesn’t need to talk, just listen.’

I look at my wide-eyed wife. “The Queen wishes to speak to her Lady in Waiting.”

“Oh! Um…” She lets out a nervous puff as her own fantasy scenario was coming back around to bite her. “Hoo boy! This is getting real!”

“You can end it with a word, baby girl.”

“No!” She says with fragile defiance. “No way. Tell her that I’ll talk with her. This could be…whoo…fun.”

Fun? An interesting choice of word.

‘She says yes.’

It was less than thirty seconds later that my phone rings. I answer it it hand it to Sarah. “I believe this is for you.”

She takes a deep breath before taking the phone from me and putting it to her ear. Her voice tiny and nervous she says. “Hello?” She stands statue still as she listens to Ann. Though I could not hear a thing from opposite end of the call the emotions that play out across my wife’s face told a whole story of its own. Unease shifted to surprise then shock then confusion then vexation then indignity before finally settling on submissive acceptance. Along the way the only words Sarah utters was the occasional “Uh huh” and “Yes, I understand” and finally “Yes, Ma’am”. Ma’am!? Without a goodbye the call ends. The kitchen is quiet as Sarah stares at the phone for a long moment before finally passing it back to me.

“Babe?”

“We’ve…got some things to do.” She says softly. Her mood was on a knife’s edge between dread and delight. For the first time I truly saw in my wife that same peculiar dissonance that had torn me in two even as it was taking me to new heights during our previous adventures. Without a word she turns and leaves the room.

I look down at the phone then up to where my wife had just disappeared around the corner and wonder what that had all been about. I considered calling Ann back but decide that I’d rather be surprised. Though it wasn’t exactly a difficult mystery to solve, Ann sussing out the kink that we were playing with then leaning into her role in it was a twist I hadn’t expected.

Sarah returns downstairs a short time later a changed woman. Her wavy blond hair had been tied up in a loose topknot bun, her face had been washed clean of any hint makeup, all jewelry besides her wedding band had been removed, and she had changed into some loose gray joggers and a baggy olive hoodie. Her big boobs hung lower than usual, making it obvious that she had removed her bra, but due to the layering of a t shirt below the sweater not a hint of nipple bump was able to show through. My sexy, curvaceous spouse had transformed herself into the plainest, most shapeless, blob she could be.

Sarah says nothing and just stands for a time to let me take in her new frumpy appearance before finally saying. “I have some running around I need to do. Would you drive me, David?”

“We’re going out?” I say, bemused. Sara was not a vain woman but she did take pride in her appearance, especially when we were going out together. When she was on my arm my baby girl always made sure that she looked extra nice. It was a little thing but damn if it didn’t always make me feel appreciated. “Of course I can drive ya, baby. Where we goin?”

“I have to get you ready.” She smiles meekly. “For her.”

***

Our morning had been routine, the afternoon however is anything but. Our first stop is to a salon where Sarah instructs the hairdresser to give me a fresh trim and makes a point out of paying extra for me to get a scalp massage. It was a surprise but a pleasant one so I go along with it. As the hairdresser, a sexy young black gal, works miracles with her fingers I could see Sarah silently watching us through the mirror. Strangely, after the salon we go to a barbershop. Though I hardly needed it I am given a trim of my whiskers and my beard and mustache is treated with some nice smelling product. The moment I am out the chair Sarah whisks us along to our next stop.

As I drive I find myself torn on what I should say to Sarah. These instructions from Annie were…odd. I wasn’t sure if this was a ‘woman thing’ or just an Ann thing but this approach to cuckolding was far more nuanced and insidious than my brute tastes were accustomed to. It all seemed innocent enough on the face of it yet the humiliation in preparing your man for another woman, in public businesses no less, had to be hitting Sarah deep. Yet, in a strangely detached way, my wife seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. In the end I decide not to address it and see how it all played out.

After the barber’s we end up at a spa and massage parlor. To my surprise, but not Sarah’s, I already had an appointment. That had to have been Ann’s doing. This is confirmed when my phone blings just a couple of minutes before I was due to go in.

‘Enjoying yourself?’

‘You are so bad!’

Her only reply is a smiling devil face.

When the attendant comes into the waiting room to get me Sarah takes us both off guard by standing and asking in front of everyone if she would be able to watch. The lady gives Sarah an odd look for the odd request but agrees. What follows is a swift but thorough treatment of my face, a pedicure, a manicure, and finally a massage. Sarah is there to help me undress down to my skivvies before the masseuse arrived.

“How you doin, baby girl?” I ask in a low, soft voice as I pass her my jeans.

After a long and longing look she says. “I’m fine.”

I lean in to kiss her cheek and caress her shoulder. As she’d done ever since Ann’s phone call she accepts my touch and kiss but does not return them. Not once since the call had my normally affectionate wife initiated contact. Another instruction no doubt. Though there is no outward display the burning look in her big blue eyes told me the denial of intimacy was having an effect. I knew so well that feeling. It was in those moments when you knew you couldn’t have your beloved that you wanted them the most.

Perhaps it was by chance, though I suspected otherwise, the masseuse that shows up ends up being a knockout of a redhead with massive knockers. From the corner of the room my wife, looking so drab by her usual standards, quietly waits and watches as the ginger bombshell masterfully rubs out every kink in my body. Unable to contain myself I groan and moan as the woman finds aches and taut muscles in places I didn’t even know I had.

“He must work with his body for a living.”

“He’s a trucker.” Sarah answers softly.

“Ah. Should have known.” The woman says. “Long hours of sitting takes its toll.”

“I…sometimes rub his shoulders.” Sarah says. “Should I do more for him?”

“Ah, just bring him to me.” She replies. “I’ll get him feeling right again.” Just then she finds a knot in my back and digs in.

“Ohhhhhh!” I groan.

When she is all done she pats my towel covered bum and states. “He’s as good as new. You can take him home now.”

“Thank you.” After the masseuse leaves Sarah approaches the table but does not touch me. “How do you feel?”

“Hohhhh.” I sigh. “Amazing. I feel so…mmmm…spoiled.”

“Good.” She whispers. “You’re worth it.”

I was truly feeling like a king, but my afternoon pampering wasn’t done yet. After the spa I am first taken to a very swank boutique fragrance shop. In her humble sweats and hoodie Sarah couldn’t have looked more out of place here if she tried, but she carries resolutely on despite the looks from the other women. With Sarah once more taking lead she tells the kindly old perfumer precisely what scents she thought smelled good on me and which ones she didn’t care for. The pair of them narrow down the selection to a couple, the prices of which were never addressed but gave me an ache in the wallet just by the atmosphere of this place. The first one the lady dabs on my wrist. We both look to Sarah.

Leaning in she takes in a long sniff then slowly lets her breath out. “Mmm.” The next is applied to my other wrists. And again Sarah smells. “Ohhhh, that’s nice.” She smiles, her eyes still closed. The final option is offered for me to smell. My nose couldn’t detect much of a difference between it and the previous two musky-sandalwood aromas but Sarah seemed to pick up notes that my petroleum numbed sniffer was dead to. After it is swabbed against my neck Sarah leans close, careful not to touch me, and pulls in a long breath through her nose. “Ohhhh! It’s heaven.” She slowly opens her eyes and looks up with a dreamy grin. “That’s the one for him.”

With time running tight we at last head for home. But Sarah still wasn’t done with me! She insists on helping me shower, which was a pleasant time to be sure, then insists on ‘trimming the shrubbery’. With me standing and her sitting on the toilet she trims me up down there as well as the hairdresser and barber had up top. By the time she was done my dick had taken notice.

Setting aside the electric trimmer Sarah asks in a flat, matter-of-fact tone. “Ann told me that guys often masturbate before going on a date. Is that true?”

“Uh…yeah.” I confess. “It helps us takes the edge off.”

Sarah looks up into my eyes…and opens her mouth wide. A few minutes later and she is swallowing my load just like she’d done the night before. It was a strange blowie, devoid of the usual passion or playfulness. It was straight to business. To get me ready for her Queen Sarah had obediently stood in for my fapping hand. After sucking me dry she pulls back and dabs her lips. Without any fuss or comment she gets up and packs away the razor.

After finishing up in the washroom I am clean, refreshed, relaxed, smelling like a million bucks, and looking as fine as this big trucker could get. When I come back out into the bedroom I find Sarah standing beside the bed in a robe with some clothes laid out for me.

Running her fingers along the fabric of my cobalt blue collared shirt she says softly. “This is my favorite shirt of yours. You look so good in blue.”

It was at that moment that it struck me. Remembering some of the things she’d said to the hairdresser, remembering a few offhanded comments she’d made while we were driving, and recalling how she had chosen the cologne that she liked the best, without even asking me, it hit me that in preparing me for Ann Sarah had just created her own dream date! Never before had she had the opportunity to prepare me so particularly for a date with herself. She had just made me as attractive as I could possibly be in her eyes…and now she would hand me off to another. Ohhhh, Annie! You are the devil herself!

Once I was dressed and ready Sarah at last touches me. Turning me to face her she runs her hands across my broad chest then adjusts the collar of this shirt she liked so much on me. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Aw, baby girl.” I stroke her arm. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Mmm.” She smiles. “I know. Did you enjoy it?”

“Honestly…yeah. I kinda did.”

“I think I did too!” She giggles. God it felt good to hear her laugh again. Closing her eyes she takes a long breath, nods, then opens them again. “I’ll see you at the restaurant?”

“We’ll be there.” I say. “I love you, Sarah.”

“Oh David. I love you too.” She shifts closer and a tremble runs through her. “I want you so bad right now. I can’t even…”

“Soon, baby.” I lean down to kiss her head. “Soon.”

Taking my hands she steps back to take one more smoldering look up and down. I’d seen my woman admire men on the beach, even on a nude beach, and seen her look hungrily at Emile’s satisfying manhood, but never, not since our wedding day at least, had I see her yearn so powerfully for a man like she was right now. With a sigh she lets me go then disappears back into the washroom to get herself ready for an evening out.

Once the door was closed and I was alone I am hit with my own dose of nerves. The way the afternoon had gone I’d been able to just surf along with the momentum, now it was all me. My love for Sarah was overflowing my heart and resurrecting old doubts. But this time they wouldn’t hold me back. Had we done this earlier or with any another woman I would have surely been having cold feet. After this month, this week and this day however…I knew the time was now. It was tonight or never. I pull my phone from my trouser pocket.

‘On my way.’

Part 20