Queen for a Day: Part 15

Unfortunately, or fortunately, for Sarah her mouth had written a check that her body could not cash. To her credit though Emile definitely doesn’t ‘shut her up’, in fact I’m not sure I’d ever heard my wife moan so loud.

“OHHHH FUUUUCK!”

“Hrf! Rff! Mm!” His savage grunts accompany each thunderous thrust.

“Is…that…all…you got? OHHHH GOD!”

Spurred on by Sarah’s prodding and teasing Emile fucks my wailing wife into submission. With that steel hard cock of his he hammers down into her with a Corvette speed that my big Cadillac frame could never match and a ferocity fueled by the raging hormones of sexually frustrated man barely out of his teens. She makes a good show of it by trying to hold back and then denying her first orgasm even as it was happening, though her quaking flesh and bucking hips left no doubt, but by her second climax she’d forgotten all about defending her cuck hubby’s honor. The pleasure ravaging her body simply could not be denied. Her defense was short-lived but damned if I wasn’t proud of her for trying and damned if she wasn’t sexily adorable in defeat. In her surrender her focus shifts from him to me.

She turns her head to look at me, her hand reaching. Rolling forward in my chair I take her hand. She clings on with all her strength and looks at me with bliss glazed eyes as her virile young lover has his way. Just like when we did this last month and I’d bust my nut early on I had settled into this strange and tranquil place where her pleasure became my all-consuming focus. Seeing her so filled with pleasure…by God she was beautiful!

“Ohhh fuck. Ohhhhh!” She moans, her face a mask of sexual rapture. “Look at him fuck me, baby. Watch him fuck your slutwife.”

“I see you, baby girl. You’re beautiful!”

“Ohhhh, God!”

Plap! Plap! Plap!  The loud clap of flesh on flesh rings off the walls, wall covered in photos of Sarah and I’s marital bliss, and pungent in the air…that smell. That smell! The aroma of sweat, semen and her womanly nectar assaulted my nostrils and filled my mouth. And in my sight all else had faded into obscurity except for the hot, sweaty, undulating bodies of my soulmate and her lover. My every sense and though was captured by this moment.

“Is he fucking you good, baby?” I say in a raspy whisper. “Just how you like?”

“Mm hm.” She whimpers with a nod. “So gooood!”

“He’s really good, isn’t he baby?”

“Mmm hmmm.”

“You like his cock, hm? You like how hard he fucks you?”

“Mm hm! MM HMM! Ohhh God! Ohhh God! His big…thick…cock’s gonna make me….cum…agaaaain! OHHHHHH!!!”

“You gonna cum for him, baby?”

“Mm hm…mm hm…” The pitch and volume of her sweet hum rises as she keeps nodding. “…MMM HMMM!”

With merciless power and pace Emile takes it up a notch. Slapping her cum streaked tit then groping the other he huffs. “That’s right your are! I wanna see you cum on my big cock! Cum for me!” His fit body gleaming with a layer of sweat Emile was a beacon of masculine power. Out there I was the big man, out there Sarah was way out of his league but right here and right now he was the alpha dog and she his horny bitch. “CUM FOR ME!”

Her eyes never leave me but his words get through as no sooner had he issued his command than she followed through. “OHHHHHH!!!!” Her soft, nubile body bucks and writhes beneath him as he takes her over the edge again. “HAAHHHHH!!!”

“Holy shit, she’s tight when she cums. Mrrrmmm!”

“He’s fuckin my pussy so good, so good, so…goooooood!”

As her body shudders and jerks she nearly pushes right off of him before he pulls her back again. “Where you going?” He teases as he continues pounding her nonstop. “I ain’t done with you yet!”

“OHHHHHH YEESSSSS!!!”

“Ohhh, fuck!” Emile grunts as he pounds her married pussy straight from one orgasm into the next. “There she goes again! GNNNGH! FUCK!” He tries to hold back but Sarah’s tight cunny clenching around his manhood proves too much for him Brows furrowed, jaw clenched, muscles flexing, he SLAMS into Sarah and holds deep as his thick manhood throb, throb, throbs inside of her. “FFFFNNNGHHHHH!!!”

With Emile still busting his load pulls me closer and reaches her head toward mine. Peeling away the short dark pube stuck to edge of her lips I lean down to kiss her deeply and passionately “MMMMM!!!” Her orgasmic moan is muffled by our kiss.

“Ohhhhh.” With a groan of victory Emile finishes and slumps onto the bed beside Sarah.

“Mph!” Sarah peeps as his dick slips from her pussy but still we kiss. Our lips never part as Sarah rolls then crawls right up onto my lap. She pulls my arms around her and I engulf her in a big Papa Bear embrace. “Mmmm.” She coos blissfully as she curls up on my lap.

On the bed Emile lays catching his breath as his latex sheathed barely softens. He was already looking for the box of condoms that had dropped from the bed during their sex. As he proved last time, our man Emile did not need much time to recover. This time though he wasn’t going to get a round 2. The way Sarah was mewling and clinging to me and nuzzling into my chest I could tell that she was tapping out.

“I think we’re done here.” I tell Emile, my voice deep and calm.

“Oh.” He says, taken by surprise. “Like I said, I’ve got all night. If you two…”

“We’re done.” Sarah says to him while gazing up into my eyes. “Thank you, Emile. You were incredible. As always.”

The way she said ‘as always’ was a final honest compliment to her bull for the evening and a jab at her cuckold hubby. Nutting in my cage last month and now busting over her tits in the early innings this month could be described with any number of words, but ‘incredible’ was not among them. The quip was also a goad. She might have been done with Emile but she and I still had business together. As she sees me catching her meaning she giggles and kisses my chin. God damn! Nobody on Earth could cut me down while lifting me up like this tiny woman whom I loved so dearly.

“Um…” He delays, hoping for a change of mind. “If this was about what I said…”

I hold a hand up. “You were in the moment. It’s cool.”

“Heh.” He grins that goofy grin of his. “Cool.”

Five minutes later he and I are at the front door with me waiting for him to get his shoes on so I could see him out. Sarah, needing the breather, had stayed in bed. As he stands and looks up to face me there is a VERY weird energy crackling between us. He’d cucked me, he’d cucked me good, and this time he knew it too. On the inside I knew he must be buzzing but he hides it well.

Just before leaving he says. “Sarah’s mad at me.”

“She’s not mad at you.” I say. “She’s just done for the night.”

“I thought you guys might like that stuff. The stuff I said.” He says. Though he was acting like the ‘nice guy’ trying to make amends his true motivation was as transparent as glass. He was worried he wouldn’t get another invitation. “I never…meant anything by it.”

The hell you didn’t, I think. Not quite believing that I am here giving comfort to my bull I say. “Like I said, it’s cool. Heat of the moment. Things get said. As long as it stays in the moment, it’s cool.”

“Cool.”

“Now, you keep on not spreading tales…” I pat his shoulder. “…and we may have another delivery for you in a couple of months.”

“Cool!” His face lights up. “Yeah! Anytime, David. Anytime.”

“Get outta here.”

“Ha ha ha!” He prances and twirls out into the night like a Satyr. “Anytime!”

Shaking my head I swing the door shut and lock it up. What a strange life this had become. But what the hell, it was a short life and you only got one.

At the bedroom door I pause a moment to ready myself for what I was about to see and feel and smell. Of all the different facets of our new lifestyle it was this moment, when I got to ‘reclaim’ my wife, that I savored most of all.

“Mmmm. I hear you out there, Papa Bear.” Sarah calls. “Wifey needs youuuu.”

With a grin I step through to be greeted by the sight of my naked wife on her knees at the edge of our bed with her ass up high and her head and shoulders laid down upon the mattress. Her wet, freshly fucked pussy, which she was rubbing furiously, was pointed straight at me.

“I’m done playing with little boys.” She croons, her eyes flaring as I lowered my pants and underwear. “Mmmm. I need a man! My man.”

“Oh yeah?” I say, coming up behind her and feeling the soft curve of her hips in my big hands.

“Mm hm.”

“Your boy toy not enough for you, hm?” I rub my tip up and down her hot, drooling slit.

“He he he.”

“Here ya go, baby.” Grabbing her hips I DRIVE myself to the hilt, pushing hard even after impact to let her feel the full limits of my hard six inches. I knew full well I was inviting comparison with Emile’s bigger member. I welcomed the comparison.

“Um, David?”

“Mm?”

“Quit teasing meeee.” She whines and pushing back into me. “Put it in all the way.”

“You little…!” Whap!  I spank her ass. Pulling even harder I flex my manhood for all it was worth in a futile effort to reach the ‘no hubby zone’.

“Mmmm.” She moans. “I almost felt that.”

“BRAT!” Whap!

“He he he he!”

I grip her hips harder and fuck my sexy little hotwife. Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!  With her moaning and me growling this time it is our music filling the room, the pace not as quick but the beat steady and strong. She felt sooooo fucking good! Hot, wet and stretched from a bigger cock it was everything I wanted when I called for the delivery and more. My competitive fires RAGING I fuck her with all I had. No pacing myself, no using the techniques I’d been practicing, I let my inner animal loose and ravish her like we both had been waiting for. Even after cumming twice I don’t last long, but I last long enough.

“RRRRMMMM!!!”

“OHHHHHH!!!”

***

It is just past two in the morning and husband and wife lay gasping and sweaty after our marathon love-making session. While my dick was down for the count our passion wasn’t spent so we carried on without it as I evened the O score with Emile with my hands and mouth, then after a miracle of resurrection fucked her again to do him one better.

Every ounce as spent as I was Sarah cuddles into my side, her sweaty head on my shoulder and her small hand clinging to my pec. “Ohhhhh, David!”

“Whooooo.” I blow. “That was…wow!”

We snuggle and smooch for a long time slowly settling into our lovely post-coital glow.

“Mmmm.” My empty balls ached, my dick was a shriveled nub, my soul stung, and my body is wrung out completely, but ohhh what satisfaction. Kissing her head I whisper. “Love you, Sarah.”

“I love youuu.” She nuzzles and kisses my chest.

“Soooo…”

“Hm?” She looks up with tired eyes.

Peering down at her I chuckle. “Whore?”

“Huh?”

“Ann’s just 'some whore'?”

“Pfft!” She buries her face and bursts into giggles. “He he he! I was in the moment! Like Emile was! He he he!” The laughter stops all at once as her head snaps back up to face me. “Why?”

I shrug. “It’s just not like you. I was surprised.”

“What? Are you protecting her?” Her body was tensing. “I can’t say bad things about Ann?”

“I never said that.” I soothe her with a stroke down her back. “Easy, baby.”

“Mmmm.” She settles back into me. Closing her blue eyes she lays her head back on my shoulder. “Mmmm. Nobody else is ever gonna make you feel this good. Ever.” She whispers. “Not even Annie.”

“No.” I kiss her head again. “Nobody can compare to you, baby girl.”

“You’re my man. Mmm. I look after my man.”

“You do, baby. Better than anyone.”

“Mmmmm.” She snuggles in tighter and mumbles sleepily. “Annie. Pff. I’d like to see her try.”

Part 16