Quean for a Day: Part 17

“You’re kidding? A crown?” Ann laughs. “She was actually going to crown the woman?”

“Oh yeah. The Queen and her Lady in Waiting. She had this whole fantasy worked out.” I say with a loving smile. As Ann and I had gone over the plan of how Sarah wished her hot-husbanding to happen the conversation had veered into her initial idea. “We were going to have a coronation ceremony and everything.” My smile grows. “Sarah’s, well, she’s a one of a kind.”

“I think I’m falling for her too.” Ann chuckles. “And I haven’t even met her yet!”

“Well you’re going to meet her soon enough.” I eat the last fry on my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “I’m not sure there’s ever been an introduction quite like this.”

“And you’re not even going to show me a picture?”

“Nope. She wants to be incognito during our date. A fly on the wall.” I say. “You’ll see who it is once we get to our place.” Patting her hand I say. “IF we get to our place. Like I said…”

“No pressure.” She finishes my statement. “You keep saying that.”

“Just sayin.”

“And, just to be clear, Sarah wants me to make her jealous.”

“It’s a thing we’re exploring.” I’d given Ann a broad brush account of Sarah and I’s adventures since November, she already knew about Bradley so I figured I might as well lean into it, though I’d framed it far more in a hotwife way than a cuckold one. She didn’t know that part of me. Not yet anyway. For my Sarah I had the confidence to be the alpha and the beta and everything in between, but this thing with Ann I wanted it pure and masculine. And unless I was mistaken that’s what she wanted too. “Listen, let’s not over plan this. As far we need to be concerned it’s a date. Okay?”

“Alright. It’s just a ‘normal date’.” She says with finger quotes. “Although I’m not gonna lie, this is bucket list territory. A girl’s fantasy come true. Expectations are pretty damn high.”

“Heh. I won’t disappoint ya.”

As I dig for my wallet she waves me off. “It’ s on me.”

“A gentleman never lets the lady pay.” I slap down a twenty which covered the meal as well as a generous tip.

“Old-fashioned.” She grins as she makes the bill disappear with a deft flick of her fingers. “But effective. You’ve got my address.”

“I’ll see ya Saturday.”

With those deep, dark eyes she gazes into me. For moment I thought the space between us might just ignite before the incendiary tension is eased by shared laugh. “Saturday.”

As I strut from the diner I am walking on air.

***

“You did?”

“I did.”

“And she said…yes?”

“She did!” I grin. “It’s happening.”

After a pause Sarah says, her voice and expression as flat and expressive as the table between us. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I, um, didn’t expect it this soon.”

“I know.” I say as I softly rub her delicate hand in mine. “We already did our adventure for this month but…it just kinda happened. Way faster than I expected. You can’t really control these things precisely.”

“Of course.” A nervous smile flits at the corner of my wife’s lips as she says at a whisper. “I mean, you’re a good lookin guy. Of course she’d jump at the chance. Of course she would.”

“Sarah.” I lean forward, staring into her blue eyes. “I thought you’d be excited.”

“Oh! I am.” She says. “I am. Really I am.” Her eyes lower to stare at my hand for a moment. “It’s just…”

“Talk to me, baby girl.”

“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.

“Sarah.”

“Well…” She sighs. “…it’s just…this weekend I’m gonna be at peak fertility.”

“Ohhh, damn.” I smack my forehead. “I completely forgot!”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” I say. “I’ll cancel with Ann.”

“NO!” She blurts. “No. No, no, no. Don’t…do that. We’ve got plenty of time. We’re not in any rush.” Stroking my hand she smiles. “And it’s just Saturday. Sunday you’ll be all mine again.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” She says, confidence growing but still fragile. “I’m…really proud of you for taking the lead on this. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

“You’d think so.” I say. “With Ann it was easier than I thought it would be.”

“Hm.” Taking her coffee she takes a long sip, swallowing the words she wanted to say along with her hot beverage, then slowly puts it back down again.

“I’m telling you, it is no problem to cancel. Ann’s been super cool about everything.”

“Has she?” Her smile chills and freezes into shape though her eyes flashed with jealousy. “That’s so nice of her. She’s…super cool. So cool.”

“Sarah…”

“No.” She takes a breath and shakes her head, her frosty grin melting. Hands gripped tight around her mug she says. “No, this weekend. It has to be this weekend. Now that I know it’s happening…I want it to happen quickly.” She takes another sip. “I can’t wait.”

As Sarah eats her breakfast we continue to talk where I make double and triple sure that Sarah actually wanted to go through with this. In the end I conclude that her desire was genuine even if she did harbor some doubts. I could hardly fault her for it. Even with Emile this past weekend I’d still been torn in half and that was after everything that came before. The rewards could be great, it was in the taboo and the danger where the spice of it lay, but jealousy was simply not an emotion to be played with easily. Not for us at least. After a few open and honest minutes Sarah finds her enthusiasm for getting cucked again and the yellow light turns a bright green. We were full speed ahead.

“Eeeeee! He he he.” She giggles and presses into my arm, as we spoke she’d migrated around the table to end up right next to me. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“You and me both. Little Annie, I can’t get over it.”

“Oh my God. I’m buzzing. I’m literally tingling all over.” She looks up at me. “How were able to live like this back in November?”

“It wasn’t easy.” I confess. “Probably the hardest thing I’d done in my life. I hope you’re ready.”

“I am.”

“We’ll see about that.” I say with an evil grin.

Her eyes widen. “What…are you smiling about?”

“I believe you said that turnabout is fair play? The goose and the gander and all that?”

“Yeaaah.”

“Alright then. Ann and I have agreed to your conditions but now I’ve got one of my own.”

“Oh?” She peeps, adorably. “Wh-What is it?”

“Between now and Sunday…you’re not allowed to touch yourself…” My eyes flit down to her crotch. “…down there.”

“Oh!”

“And don’t even try coming to me. Until Sunday you are off limits.”

“Wh-What!?” She whimpers. “But…but…you know how…frisky I get this time of month.”

“I know.” I say, my voice low and firm. “But you’re going to have to save it until Sunday.”

“But…that’s after Saturday!”

“Sundays generally come after Saturday, it’s true.”

“But…but…that’s six whole days!”

“Not even a week. It’ll fly by. I had an entire month!” I point to her coochie. “No hand, no pulsing shower head, no dildo, no orgasms. Nothing.”

She gulps. “Nothing? Not even…” Two walking fingers make for my groin, only to be redirected by my intercepting hand.

“Nothing! Until Sunday, except to clean, your sweet little honey pot is off limits.”

“Ohhh, Papa Bear! Nooo!”

“It’s okay.” I pat her cheek. “If you don’t want to do it…”

“David!”

I don’t laugh but I wanted to. The desperation in her big, blue eyes almost makes me cave, but I hold strong. Since November Sarah had never had to deny herself anything sexually. After years of sexual repression she’d been let loose be pleasured by her always attentive hubby or by her own hand if and when the mood struck and boy had she made up for lost time. Sex and masturbation had gone from rare and awkward into a full-blown hobby for my horny spouse. To hit her with this during the lead up to her most fertile period of the month was downright cruel. Almost as cruel as what she’d asked of me over these past months.

“Okayyy.” She mewls, her breasts press into my arm and her hand strokes across my chest in an obvious attempt to arouse me. “That’s only fair I suppose. Butt too?”

“Butt too.” I confirm.

“Hrm.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“I have your word?”

“Yes. I’ll listen. No naughty stuff for me this week. Hmph!”

As she pouts an idea strikes me. A horrible, terrible, wicked idea. An idea so fiendish that only a true cuck could ever agree to it. Remembering her ‘condition’ the first time I got to watch her with another man and remembering living with that condition as the tight steel cage denied me an erection as I sat and watched Emile ravish her my mood for mercy evaporates. She wanted the full experience and she was going to get it.

“I’ll give you a little wiggle room.”

“Oh!” She perks up. If she were a pup her tail would be wagging. “Wiggle, wiggle. He he he.” Her hand glides down my belly…

…then right back up again as I pull it away from my dick. “You can touch yourself on Saturday night. After we get home from the date. If…”

“If?”

“If Annie gives you permission.”

“Wh-Wh-What!?”

“As you said, she’s my Queen for the day and you are her Lady in Waiting.” I pinch her chin. “And so, the Lady waits until the Queen gives her royal approval.”

Part 18