Quean for a Day: Part 16

What follows is the best sleep of my life followed by waking up next to the most beautiful woman in the world. I couldn’t think of a better way to start a day. And all through that day I…am…SOARING!

It made no sense, little about my fetish did, but just like before I was riding a post-cuck high, a high I knew would last at least a couple of weeks. Why watching my wife with another man did this to me I could not say but the fact was that I found myself more confident, more outgoing, more romantic, more full of humor and tirelessly energetic in the hours and days that followed. It was as if straight off of their gluttonous feast my beta-cuckold urges were fat and lethargic which allowed my other more macho-alpha half to reign uncontested. Though my kink still aroused me it didn’t have nearly the same hold on me as it had just a day ago. I stood taller, I talked louder, and the swagger was back in my step. Feeding off of my energy and buzzing herself from her night of great sex Sarah too is effervescent. During the Sunday that followed we are playful and giggly and brimming over with smitten love. The energy between us positively sizzled.

It took all I had to tear myself away from her that night to go to work but once out of the house I was actually thankful for the reprieve as it allowed me to take a breath and get my head on straight again. Despite skipping my usual pre-work nap I am feeling great and everyone I bump into comments on my lively mood, to which I explain that I’d had a great weekend. Most catch the naughty insinuation in my sly tone and chuckle along with me.

Back on the road I am finally able to reflect on the weekend just past with a level head. Even now after the wildness of November and the fact that this had been Emile’s second go-round with Sarah the events are surreal to me. The audacity to call for delivery, the nerves that followed, the arrival, the teasing, the voyeurism and then the sloppy seconds…looking back it all seemed like a window into an alternate dimension. But it was all real. The forbidden passion, the taboo lust, the crazy emotions, all of it had happened. Viewing it from afar I begin prying at the edges of the experience in search of enlightenment. Why did we enjoy this? What did it give us? And was it healthy? Coming at it intellectually however inevitably ran into one brick wall after another as these were needs born of the loins and libido and not reason.

What I am able to parse out of our wild night along with the past few months was that there were a number of distinct thorns along the twisting vine of this rose. While undeniably a part of the excitement it wasn’t all emasculation and humiliation like so many of the stories I read and videos I watched focused on. Far from it. There was the liberating release of expectation where I, as a big man and traditional ‘head of the household’, could allow myself a space to be small and weak. There was the wait, the suspense and the delicious unknown. Memories come to the surface of those deliciously agonizing nights back in November when I knew Sarah was out there doing something but I didn’t know precisely what or with who. There was the anticipation like during those erotically tense minutes as we waited for our bull. There were the doubts that had to be conquered, for good and ill. There was the voyeuristic thrill of it as I sat quietly and watched like a fly on the wall when I could only imagine what he and she were feeling. There was the titillating denial as I was forced to contain my temporarily impotent arousal for the woman I loved, an experience brought home to me most keenly the night Sarah caged me. There was vicarious rush of seeing what another capable, perhaps superior, lover could do to and for my wife. There was the weird pride of a husband showing off his gorgeous wife and seeing her coveted. There was another kind of pride at witnessing my once repressed wife sexually blossom, how far she’d come! Related to that was there was empathetic joy of seeing my beloved experience a pleasure different, perhaps greater, than what I could offer. My wife deserved the best things in life and it touched primal ‘provider’ instinct inside of me to see that she got them. There was the sense of being of together on a shared adventure that pushed the boundaries of our all-encompassing love ever wider. And then there was the emotional side of it, the razor that cut deepest of all. Of everything that happened last night it was Sarah and Emile’s easy chemistry that threatened to push me past my breaking point. Sarah’s shifting into her ‘boy toy’ phase, basically using Emile as a living version of one of her dildos, couldn’t have come at a better time for me. One by one I could count the wicked barbs along this stem and yet the mystery of the bloom’s true beauty remained elusive.

My effort to understand this perplexing and incredibly intense jealousy fueled lust is inspired not only by my ongoing efforts to try to understand it in myself but a desire to wield it’s power. Seeing the little flashes of jealousy in Sarah last night had intrigued me. It more than intrigued me if I am honest. It is an awful thing to admit but…I actually found it kinda hot. Sarah spoke about how arousing it was to see that sinful emotion take a hold of her man and about how sexy and wanted that it made her feel. I was beginning to understand. That possessive flash in her eyes, the competitive edge in her voice, and the way that the mere mention of Ann enflamed her wifely pride were all ego-boosting reminders of just how desirable I was to her.

Afterward we’d talked and Sarah was more committed than ever to getting cucked and I was at last ready to grant her wish. And I was going to do it to the best of my ability because, as in all things, she deserved the best. My woman wanted to be cucked then by God I was gonna cuck her good. Feeling like I was right now there was no time like the present to get this ball rolling.

There was a fire lit under me tonight. Having seen a man naturally more hung and longer lasting bed my wife had left me with a point to prove. He might have a great cock but the lad had no game. I was eager to show my spouse that I could still attract a woman and I was more eager still to put on a show of some of the techniques I’d been holding back from her. This was going to be fun!

It is in this spirit that I stride into the diner for lunch. “Annieeee!” I bellow across the sparsely populated dining area, turning every head in the place my way. “How you doin, girl?”

“Heyyy.” Setting down her platter she hurries up to me to receive a big hug. “Doin better now.” I offer her my arm and she loops hers through without hesitation to lead me back to my now regular table beside the kitchen. Once she has me seated she pats my hand and says. “I’ll just be a minute, big fella.”

As I settle in my eyes follow Ann as she finishes up with one of the other tables. Long, lithe, small-breasted, with raven dark hair and eyes, she couldn’t have been more different than my voluptuous little wifey. Despite being absolutely love-drunk on Sarah at the moment the attention of my lust had been allowed to wander and it had found something that it liked. It had an appetite for something new. More specifically, it was craving this sexy Asian beauty. What would she be like? How would she sound? How would she feel? How would she taste?

Before she returns I am already thinking about how to approach this. In the hierarchy of my guiding impulses dick generally ruled over brain but above both of them was heart. I liked Ann. She was good people and quickly becoming a great friend. However this happened, if it happened, I needed to make sure that she wasn’t hurt or felt used in the process. Reining back the stallions of my libido I remind myself that I was still only laying the groundwork here. A safe single was better than the home run.

Annie sits down across from me and slides me a menu. Taking the menu I ‘accidentally’ let my pinky fingers stroke softly across hers. By the little rise of her brow I see that she catches it, though she says nothing.

“You’re looking good tonight.” I say warmly. “Have a good weekend?”

“Not as good as yours.” She quips, referring back to her phone call.

“Ha!” I guffaw. “Yeah. That was some timing alright.”

With a sly grin she says. “Indeed.”

Ordering lunch all but forgotten Annie and I sit and chat in that easy way we had. As subtly as I can I weave in a compliment here and a little flirt there and even get so daring as to begin touching her hand and arm to punctuate my jokes and comments. For her part Ann gives as good as she takes. Before long the air between us is crackling with quiet sexual tension. My ‘safe single’ was going well…until I inadvertently gave the game away.

“A pretty filly like you…”

“Filly?”

“You heard me.” I wink. “Anyway, a smart, good looking woman like you I’m surprised you don’t have a fella to watch old Westerns with on a Saturday night.”

The moment I said it I knew I’d pushed it too far. Her brow rises, her lips curl into a smirk, and the look she begins shaking her head.

“What?” I say, then again more insistently. “What?”

“You’re good.” She says. “As delicate as a bulldozer, but good.”

“What are you talkin about?” I laugh.

“A fella, huh?” She says, her dark eyes staring into mine. “Maybe a big fella? A big fella like you?”

“Ha! You’re wild.”

“David.” She leans forward, her gaze still glued. “I wasn’t actually calling to watch an old Western last night.”

“You weren’t?”

“You know I wasn’t.” She says. “I know about you and Sarah.”

“What about us?”

She chuckles. “A little birdie told me that you and your darlin missus are a little bit non-traditional. One might even say…kinky.”

“How…?”

“Bradley didn’t tell me everything but he told me enough for me to figure out that he’d been with Sarah. With your permission no less.”

“Oh!”

“I gotta say that I was surprised when I found out you two were Poly. Stunned. I always thought Sammy was the wild one among you. And I knew Bradley was the deviant.” Her grin widens. “Here our stoic, upstanding David had them both beat all along. You gotta watch the quiet ones.”

“Poly?”

“Poly. Swingers. Open relationship. Whatever you guys call it.” She swats my hand. “It’s not that uncommon anymore. Let me guess. You and Sarah are sowing some wild oats before the little ones cramp your style? Things change once they’re in the picture.”

“Erm, something like that.”

“Are you blushing?”

“No.” I lie. “I didn’t realize Bradley had said anything.”

“I didn’t honestly believe him.” She says. “But once you started coming around…well, it quickly came together.”

“Was I that obvious?”

“You’re literally staring at my tits right now.”

“OH! Ha! Whoops.”

“Ha ha ha!” She swats my hand again. “Something changed between the first time you dropped in and the second and I realized I’d become a target.”

“Target!? It’s not like that.”

“I’m flattered.” A slender fingers swirls across my forearm. “In fact I’m more than flattered. I’m interested.”

“And if I’m also interested?”

“Then the answer is…yes.”

“Uh, I don’t know what to… Is this something you do often?”

“Oh yeah.” She says. “Like so many times. Ha! SO many times.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I’ve got a thing for it. Married men in particular. They’re the best.”

“They are?”

“Oh yeah. They have experience in the sack, no fear of attachments or messy emotions to worry about, everything stays hush-hush, it’s just sex with you married guys. They were always my best Johns. Lousy tippers though.”

“Johns? Tippers!?”

“Ha ha ha! I’m fucking with ya.” She pinches me. “I’m a thief, not a whore.”

“Oh! Ha!”

She settles back with a smile. “I talk a big game but I can count the guys I’ve been with on one hand.” Holding up two fingers she adds. “Not even half of one hand. Pitiful, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s not.” That confession takes me aback. “But…you’re so…hot!”

“There’s that bulldozer again.”

“You know what I mean.”

She shrugs. “Trust issues. It’s not easy for me to feel comfortable in that way around guys. Probably from all the teasing back when I was Ugly Annie.”

“You were never ugly.” I say. “Huh. I never noticed you were like that around guys.”

“How could you? You alway made me comfortable. You were my guardian angel.” She says softly. “Who I just happened to have the world’s biggest crush on.”

“What? Yeah right.”

“Man, guys are so oblivious sometimes.” She laughs as a bit of nerves peek through the confident facade, which only made her prettier. “It was a girlish crush but you never forget your first. I might have missed my chance back then but hey, at least I’ll get ya once. Right? I’ll get to check that off my bucket list.”

“Ha! I’m on a bucket list?”

“Believe it. I, uh, I’ve never been with a woman or in a threesome, but um…whoo…I’ll manage. You’ll just have to bear with me.”

“It would just be me.” I assure her. “Although…there’s some details we’ll have to go over. Sarah has some conditions.”

“Just you?” She says with obvious relief. “I’d like that. I’d…I’d really like that, David.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking like this.”

“You can’t! How do you think I feel?”

I lay my big hand over hers. “You sure you’re cool with this?

She stares at my hand a moment as she collects her thoughts. “I’m going to level with you David. I’m not sure how I feel about your…lifestyle. Not in a judgy-preachy way, I think it’s cool, I’m just not sure it would ever be for me. And it’s certainly not something I ever imagined getting involved in.”

“But?”

“But.” She turns her hand over to take a hold of mine. “For all things there is always an exception. And you are that exception, David.” Perking up she shifts closer, right to the edge of her chair. “So, when do you want me?”

“This weekend?”

“Saturday’s free again if that works for you.”

“Works for me.” I say. “Pick you up at…let’s say, 7? Some dinner, some dancing, and we’ll see where it goes from there. No pressure.”

“Dinner and dancing?” She tries and fails to contain the big beaming smile on her face.

“I’ll treat ya right, Annie.” I grin. “How about it?”

“It’s a date!”

This was supposed to be difficult. This was supposed to just be a first step. This was supposed to be a process of flirting and romancing leading into next month or beyond. I’d gone for a single and ended up hitting a grand slam!

Part 17