Quean for a Day: Part 18

Ann I don’t see for the rest of the week as we decided to give each other some space to build up to the big night. However, the days that follow turn out to be some of the most fascinating of Sarah and I marriage. That week I see facets of my wife I’d never experienced.

On Tuesday she is extra bubbly and flirtatious as the naughty thrill of following her instructions combined with the giddy anticipation of our upcoming adventure.

By Wednesday her good spirits were already beginning to fray as her nerves and horniness began to take their toll. That day she would suddenly swing into snarky and petulant moods followed quickly by whiny and docile periods before she brightened to her usual self again. And all the time she tried subtly and not so subtly to tempt me into breaking her vow for her. Her attempts to seduce me however meets an iron will as I was still on my sexual training regimen and nutting a couple of times per day while she was at work. With echoes of November, though the roles swapped, she was horny as hell but I was doing just fine. Never before in our relationship had I been the one to rebuff nookie and I could see she didn’t quite know how to deal with it. With me as the sexual gatekeeper our whole dynamic had been turned on its head. I felt for her but damned if it wasn’t sexy to see her try to woo me and damned were her pouts cute when she failed. It was also a hell of a boost to the old husbandly ego to see her want me so bad.

Thursday was a strange one. As we hung out during our window together, the gap between when she got home from work and I had to go to mine, I thought that we’d traveled back in time. Sarah was her sweet, kind and funny self but also closed off, repressed and completely aloof concerning anything carnal. Just like before her blossoming she would be quiet and smile politely if I made a spicy joke and fade off to the kitchen when a scene in the show we were watching became too sexually charged. For better or worse, she was the old Sarah again. And as for the topic of what was happening Saturday she simply refused to engage in it outside of assuring me that she was ready. The weird flashback evening really brought home to me just how much my wife and our relationship had transformed since November. Our playful, free-flowing conversations from the past few months had returned to a state where there were conversational brick walls and land mines everywhere we turned. We maybe could have done it in a less extreme way but having Sarah open up sexually was one of the best things we’d done together.

Then came Friday. Ohhhh boy, Friday! The old angelic Sarah was long gone and in her place was a succubus!

As we ate our dinner that night Sarah barely touched her food as she stared across the table at me with a raging demonic fire burning in her blue eyes. The sheen of moisture across her forehead, the way she kept adjusting her bra over her sensitive tits, and her wide pupils were all clues that my wife had begun ovulating but it was inferno in her gaze that told me for sure. She was always randy this time of the month but I’d never seen her like this. If I had any doubts that she’d held to her word not to ‘relieve’ herself they are erased in that incendiary stare.

Trying to play it cool I make friendly conversation. “So I was talking to Nick today…”

“Nick?” She grins. “And how is that sexy brother-in-law of yours doing today?”

I raise a brow.

“He he he.” She giggles evilly. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Anyway…”

“I bet he’s fucking Leigh right now.” She cuts in. “He looks like a guy who knows how fuck. He’s a goofy guy but I bet he’s a stud in the bedroom.” Her thighs press tight together. “Mmmm, I’m sure he’s banging your sister right now. Hard and fast and deep. Maybe right over the dinner table.” Her eyes cast about our own table. She looked ready to sweep the table clean right now. “Mmm.”

“Easy, darlin.” When I go to pat her hand she grabs mine tightly. Her flesh was hot and her palm clammy.

There’s a long pause before Sarah asks. “What do you think Annie is doing right now?”

“I don’t know, baby.” I say. “I told ya. We haven’t spoken all week.”

“Right.” She says. “To build up anticipation. Are…are you thinking about her, David? Right now?”

“Sarah…”

“I was thinking.” She cuts off my answer. “I was thinking about…” She swallows hard. “…next month. Our adventure.”

Again my brow raises. “No. We agreed no family ties.”

“Huh? Ohhh! Ha ha ha! No! I didn’t mean Nick! Could you imagine? Nick cucking you!? He he he! Oh my goodness! That would certainly make holiday gatherings more interesting. Oh my God, Leigh would kill me! He he he!” She pulls my hand closer. “No, I was thinking maybe next month I could do something really special for you. Something extra special.”

“Oh?” I lean forward.

The devious little imp that was my wife grins. “I call it, King for a Night.”

“Er, kinda sounds like Queen for a Day.”

She shakes her head. “Totally different. In his castle the King, that’s you, sits on his throne and…no! No. You’re tied to your throne. He he he. Yeah. Yeah, you’re tied down. Maybe gagged. Maybe caged. Maybe blindfolded. Hooded? Mmm, I’ll think about it.”

“Uh huh.” I say. Sarah was clearly freestyling this ‘plan’ of hers and I was curious where it would go.

“And then…he he he…and then your knights, or maybe enemy soldiers, come in and ravish your queen!”

“Knights?”

“A gang bang!” She tugs my hand to hold it tight to her breast. “A gang bang baby with me in the middle. And you have to watch. Ooo! A King and his Knights is a better name.”

“Sooo…you just tie me to a chair and fuck a bunch of guys?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I dunno. Lacks your usual…panache.” I quip. “And who are these knights?”

“Richie, Emile and ummm…maybe Chris?”

“Chris?” I search my memory. “Chris!? Xavi and Maria’s gimp?”

“Maybe they’d loan him to us?”

“Loan him!? Ha ha ha!”

“I dunno.” She says, giggling with me. “I’m still working it out. It can’t be Casey though. She’d want to, but not with this.”

“Oh?”

“Mm mm.” She shakes her head vigorously. “No other women. Just me. Just my body for them to use and you to watch. Just one woman, your woman, for you all to lust after.” Her free hand glides up her side to squeeze her other tit. “Imagine. Just me and you and three men. And it must be three.”

“Two not enough for ya?”

She shakes her head. “Three holes, three cocks. I wanna get stuffed.”

“Oh my God.” I chuckle. “You’re off the chain tonight.”

“Think about it, baby.” She says, unconsciously rubbing her breast back and forth across the back of my hand. “Three studs taking me all at once. One in my ass, one in my pussy, one in my mouth, all of them fucking me at once. And all you can do is watch!” She licks her lips. “Hmm. We do need a third. Richard’s not an option, I don’t think it would be Xavi’s thing, and James is right out.”

“What’s up with James?”

“Oh, with Tonia’s permission I’m sure he’d jump at the chance.” Her face scrunches into a guilty grin. “He’s just not…erm…qualified. He’s not knight material.”

A third time my brow goes up her meaning crystalizes. “Because he’s…smaller than me?”

“Uh huh.” She nods. “You see the knights are going to cuckold the king. Excalibur shall be the smallest blade of them all. He he he!”

“You are NAUGHTY!”

“Oh, David.” She slips out of her chair and comes around the table to kneel at my side, my hand still clutched in hers. “I’d fuck them so good for you, baby. With you there watching me I’d let them have me again and again, all night long! Mmmm.” Her knees push tight together and her left hand grips at her thigh. She wanted so bad to touch herself. “Imagine it.” She whispers. “Richie’s big cock stretching my cunny, Emile’s rock hard manhood pounding my poor little asshole, and another man fucking my mouth. I hope it’s Chris, he was niiice and thick. Mmmm.” She licks her lips ravenously. “They’d all cum all in me and on me. My body all covered in their mess. They’d fuck me until I couldn’t take it anymore and then fuck me some more! And once they were done with me…when they were done using the queen to their liking…only then would the king be unleashed upon her. Hohhhhhh, God!” She slaps her free hand onto my thigh and claws down my leg. “I’d be such a good hotwife for you baby. You would be my cuckold King. I’d do anything for you, Papa Bear.” Her hand flattens and start to glide back up my inner thigh. “Mmmm. Ohhh, David.” Her palm settles over my crotch, her fingers and thumb find the shaft of my cock and begin to rub. “You could have me anyway you wanted. I’d be all loose and leaking. Hahhh. You’re own little wife slut.” Her tips start to rock and gyrate, as if she were riding a cock right there on the floor. “I’d do anything for you, Papa Bear. Anything! Anything for my King!”

Sarah gazes up at me breathing heavy as she massages my growing manhood. I don’t know if she was serious about this idea of hers but one thing was clear and that was that she this was another attempt to rouse me to action. She knew what that kind of talk did for me and I had to confess that the hot and steamy picture she painted had already started playing out in my head. Her game becomes even more obvious with the next words out of her sweet lips.

“We could…practice.” She whispers. “A trial run. Tonight.”

“Tonight?”

She shifts closer, her hand now full on stroking my hardening member. “You, me, Mr. Purple, Mr. Sticky, Steve the Sleeve.” She says, referring to her selection of sex toys. “We could have a reeeal good time, baby.”

“You know what I think, Sarah?” I say as I stroke her soft hair…before grabbing a handful of it.

“Hah!” She gasps. “What!? Tell me!”

In another time I might have been tempted by her toying with my kink as she had but in my build up to bedding Ann I’d pushed that fetish to the back of my mind to make room for other fantasies.

“I think you need a nice cold shower.” I let her go. “No cheating.”

“HRMM!” In a pout for the ages she glowers up at me. “David!”

“Take it easy, my love. I know how you’re feeling. I’ve been there. We’re almost there.” I pull her hand away from my junk . “If you want me to cancel with Ann so you and I can…”

“I didn’t say that.” She balls up her little fists and shakes them in impotent frustration. “Sorry. I’m just…HRMMM! I feel like I’m gonna explode!”

“Come here, baby girl.” Cupping her head I pull her in and lean down to give her a soft kiss. “Just another day and a little and I’m all yours again.”

“Mmm. I know.” She smiles. “I can’t wait.” With a sigh she kisses me back and goes to push away.

“Hold on now.” I say. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Hm?” She looks up and cocks her head curiously.

I nod down to my groin and my nearly full boner. “You stirred somethin up that needs beddin back down.”

Her lights up. “You mean…?”

Looking square in her eyes I say in a deep, commanding tone. “Sarah. Suck my cock.”

Never had a woman sucked a dick so quick! She had my fly down and my cock out before I even had a chance to position myself. Sarah didn’t care about comfort. She squeezed in under the table, kneeling between my feet, and eagerly wrapped her plump lips around my dick.

“Mrrrmmmm!” A half growl, half moan of deep satisfaction escape my horny wife as she feels my member swell in her wet, warm mouth. I push back to give her some room to work. She moves with me, already bobbing up and down my shaft. “Mmm! Mmm! Mm!” Her big blue eyes stared up into mine as she sucked my cock in long, deep, hard-sucking strokes. “Mrrrm! Mmm! MMM!”

“Fuuuck, yeah.” I comb my thick fingers through her golden locks then leave my hand covering the back of her head. Silently and seamlessly I take control and guide her head to suck me just the way I wanted it. I knew my baby girl could take it deep, deeper than I could go, so I don’t hold back and grind deep down the her throat with each long thrust. “There’s a good girl. Mmmm!”

“Glnngh! Mmm! Nnm!” In a sort of blissed out daze positively glowed with joy to be servicing her hubby like this, finding some pleasure for herself vicariously through me.

Closing my eyes I lean back and just enjoy the feel of her lips sliding up and down my shaft, the feel of her tongue lapping and swirling, and the feel of her sucking throat as my knob plunged into it again and again and again. Embracing my own purely selfish desire to get off I don’t mix things up or try to last longer. Using Sarah’s mouth like she’d use one of her dildos I fuck my gorgeous wife’s face to a quick and powerful finish.

I open my eyes and look down to see her still gazing up, her eyes now watery from her deep-throating, and without making a sound I pull her in and bury myself balls deep to bust my load.

“Hm!” She peeps in surprise as the first throb of my organ announces my climax though she quickly settles in to take her man’s seed. With the kitchen being quiet I can just make out the soft “glp, glp, glp” of Sarah dutifully swallowing my hot cum. She continues to suck far past my orgasm, draining my balls to the very last drop, until at last I pull her away.

As my cock slips from her lips she lets out the softest, cutest little coo. “Hooommm.” Blue eyes twinkling she licks her lips, swallows one last time, glances up at me and giggles. Looking rather pleased herself she proceeds to very gently put my cock away again and zip up my fly. Not a word is spoke as she returns to her seat across from me. For a moment things are almost normal as we return to eating like nothing had happened. It wasn’t long however before she begins to titter and I to chuckle.

“Feeling better?” I ask when the giggles finally abate.

“Uh huh.” She nods.

We stop, we stare, and we start laughing all over again.

Part 19