Queen for a Day: Part 14

With his belt already hanging loose my wife is free to unfasten the button and zip down the fly of his pants. Her blue eyes flash as she pulls his pants down to expose his underwear and the hard boner that was showing through.

“Is this for me?” She asks, already pulling down his shorts. “Ooo!” She hoots as it snaps up to stand proudly at 12 o’clock the moment it was springs free of the waistband then answers her own question. “It is!”

Slowly she wraps a dainty hand around his rock hard manhood and begins to stroke. And I do mean rock hard. The way it snapped to attention then stood stock still was a reminder of what made his member unique among the men that Sarah had been with, myself included. She’d marveled at it during their hour of fun last month and since then had confided in me that Emile’s cock was truly the hardest she’d ever felt, quipping that if other men were iron then he was titanium. She also confessed that it being so stiff made his member feel even bigger than it was, which was a hell of a humbler as he was already a touch longer and thicker than me even before counting hardness.

Sarah plays with him for a time and openly admires his erection. It was a fine looking dick, ramrod straight and well proportioned, and I knew such things were important to her, but to my jealous eyes it was his size she was ogling. For his height he really did have an impressive penis. Though I wasn’t that much smaller than him by pure measurement on my huge body my six inches looked proportionally tiny by comparison, and I think that was part of what Sarah was enjoying. His wide shoulders, toned body, and manly member made for quite an attractive package.

With just her fingertips she plays up his length, tracing each curve and contour before her index finger takes a lap around the edge of his knob. Licking her lips she giggles then suddenly grabs a hold of his shaft and wraps her pretty pink lips around his tip.

“Mmm!”

“Ohhh.” He sighs, a smile spreading.

He pets her long hair as Sarah wastes no time in sucking his cock. “Mm, mm, mm!” She bobs forward and back in quick strokes for twenty or thirty seconds before plunging to take him to the hilt. “Clrch!” Nearly retching she quickly comes back off of him again. “Whoo! He he he. Didn’t warm up enough.” She starts sucking again, taking him deep but not all the way. “Mm, mm, mmm!”

Sarah was hyper aware of the eyes that were on her. Two horny men were watching her blowjob, each as captivated by her as the other. Never one to disappoint Sarah gives us a show. Sucking, slurping, twisting and licking she gives Emile an oral tour de force. I don’t think she realized just how much she was spoiling him. He had only ever had her so how big of a let down was it going to be when out there with another woman not so enthusiastic as her and incapable of deep throating? He’d be the one jealous of me then.

I was so fucking proud of my baby and thoroughly entertained by her efforts. With the zeal she was showing going down on him I wondered if there would be another messy facial in her future. I still had the photo of her smiling face covered in his copious cum on my phone from last month. A treasured picture indeed. Though he was certainly enjoying the beej I sense no urgency from Emile. It killed to me admit it but the dude had some natural stamina to him that exceeded my own. Every so often I catch him glancing my way, just for an instant, as something seemed to be playing on his mind.

My wife goes to full hilt again, her chin burying itself between his balls. This time she’s able to hold for a five count but again is forced to retreat. “Almost!” She huffs before latching on again. “Mmmm!”

“Too much for ya, Sarah?”

“Mmm.” She slips off and flicks her tongue around his tip before answering. “I have to work up to a big cock like yours, Emile.”

“Not used to it, huh?”

“I didn’t…”

“Am I bigger than him?” He asks her point blank.

“He he he! Emile!” She tries to deflect like she had last time. She had played around the question and dropped hints but never actually answered him. With me clothed and in a cock cage he had no way of confirming one way or the other. This time though his masculine curiosity would not be denied.

“Am I?” He presses. Taking his dick he starts to bop her across her lips and cheeks. “Is my cock bigger than David’s?”

I ought to have said something but instead I sit on pins and needles awaiting Sarah’s response. Would she fib to talk up her man? Would she sidestep to leave my pride some uncertainty to hide behind? Or would she say it like it is? My husbandly half wanted the lie. My cuckold half wanted the truth. But both parts already knew how she would answer. One of the many things that made me love my wife so dearly…was that she was honest to a fault.

“Maybe…a little.” She peeps, sparing me an apologetic glance. Apologetic, but also naughty. Deep down…she knew what her man really wanted.

“Maybe?” He grins.

“You’re so bad!” She pinches his belly. “Yes! Okay. Yes, you’re a little bit bigger than my husband. Longer, thicker, bigger. But just a little! You happy now?”

“Heh! I knew it.” His shoulders rise, his chest swells, and my belittled dick surges with power. Her words and his were such sweet torture!

“Men! Always so obsessed with…mmph!” Whatever she was going to say is cut off by Emile’s dick getting stuffed back into her mouth. “Mmmmm!”

My wife’s head in his hands Emile fucks her face with the most smug smile I’d ever seen plastered on his face. He still had to respect my presence as I could kick his ass without breaking a sweat but the knowledge that what he lacked in stature was made up for down below transformed his ego as it would any red-blooded man of his age and experience.

“Don’t get cocky, kid.” I hear myself say. “It’s not all about size.”

“Uh huh.” He nods, entirely unconvinced, as he pushes balls deep into Sarah’s throat. This time she was ready for him and roots into his well-trimmed pubes to feel every inch of him while gazing up into his eyes. Pulling her harder he gives her all he had and says. “Whatever you say, buddy.”

If I had a diamond in my clenched fist I surely would have crushed it to powder.

“Mlwah!” Sarah gasps as she comes off of him leaving his rod dripping with her saliva. “Enough foreplay.” She hisses. Grabbing his dick she starts to pump it in tight grip. “I’ve been waiting long enough. I want you to fuck me with your big cock, Emile.”

Before he could even answer Sarah was scooching back to the center of the bed and pulling off her jeans and panties as she went. Again I note how swiftly and naturally things were flowing. There was no checking in on hubby for the green-light, tonight it was go, go, go!

“Fuck, you’re desperate for it. Aren’t you?” He asks, stroking himself with one hand as he fished a rubber from out of the box with the other. “Heh, heh, heh. I’m not surprised.”

My cheeks burn with humiliation at the slight clearly directed my way. My wild lust rages inside while on the outside I remain the quiet voyeur.

“Hurry up, sexy boy.” Sarah croons. Spreading her legs wide she gives us the whole view of her curvaceous, nubile body. Every bit of her meant to be her husband’s alone was on full display for her young lover. Watching him roll the condom on she rubs her pussy and beckons him on. She was ready to bang! A little thought tickles at the back of my mind. Just like last time Sarah was neither asking for nor expecting oral from Emile, despite having gone down on him. She loved oral. She did from me at least. So why not him? With him it was straight to fucking. Was just that horny to get fucked…or was there a subconscious cuck-bull thing going on here? I didn’t have time to ponder. “Come on, Emile.” She says impatiently, slapping her coochie. “I need it. I need your big, thick cock so bad. I want you to fuck me good!”

“Daaamn!” He chuckles.

Her words sear my soul and enflame my loins. My cock straining as it was against its cloth confines I began to worry what happened last time might happen again, though I was far too engrossed to give it much mind right now. Emile, sheathed and ready, was crawling up between my wife’s legs!

“This what you want, hm?” He teases her while slapping his shiny, latex covered manhood against her cunt. Fuck, I could hear how wet she was from here! “Is this the cock you need, Sarah?

“Yes!” She hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, Emile. Fuck me with your big cock. Make this tight married pussy yours tonight!”

JESUS! Sarah was off the leash tonight! I hadn’t even recovered from what she’d said when her long moan fills the air.

“Ohhhhhh, GOD!” She gasps as her bull for the night begins to glide inside. My eyes widen in time with Emile’s long, slow entry. Her pussy stretched around his greater girth he doesn’t stop until he was right to the hilt, hit tip touching that place inside of Sarah that hubby could not reach. The low, lusty groan that escapes her expressed a satisfaction that could not be faked. “OHHHHHH!”

It was too much! I couldn’t take it! Seized by a cuckold madness I tear off my shirt and stride right for them. Both are equally shocked at my sudden movement. Sarah was simply surprised but Emile actually flinches as he half expected a fist to be flying toward his head. Both relax when they see me scrambling to open my belt and fly.

“Hey there, Papa Bear.” Sarah beams, eyes locked on my dick. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Don’t stop.” I grunt at Emile. “Fuck her.”

“You got it, big guy.” He says, only too happy to comply.

“Hahhh!” Sarah gasps as Emile takes a hold of her legs, a thigh in each hand, and begins to fuck her tight married pussy just like he was asked. “Ohhh fuck!” Her blue eyes roll from pleasure before they could focus back on me again. Looking up at me kneeling over her Sarah could see the frenzied look on my face. “David?”

Without answering I whip my dick out and immediately start to jack off. From the corner of my eye I catch Emile smirk and I can hear his scoff. I knew how small my dick must look wrapped in my huge hand but I didn’t care if he wasn’t impressed. In fact…I loved it!

“He feel good, baby?” I huff. “Is he fuckin you good?”

“Ohhhh, yesss!” She grabs my thigh and clamps on tight. “Ohhh, God. His big cock feels so good, David!”

“Yeah. Yeah!” I grunt, my hand a blur as I jerked furiously. “YEAH!”

“Mmm, she’s is fuckin TIGHT, David! I love your wife’s pussy.”

“Hrrrm!”

“Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!” Sarah moans, a beautiful flush darkening her cheeks. “Yeahhh! He’s so good, baby!”

“GNNNGHHH!!!” Without warning my nut busts. One of the deep, powerful orgasms I could only achieve while surrendering to my fetish rocks my body as I spray my cuck seed across my wife’s bounding tits. Emile’s snickers just makes me cum harder, Sarah’s stunned expression harder still.

Sarah recovers quickly and purrs her encouragement. “Yes, baby! YES! Cum on your hotwife! Cum all over your little slutwife! OHHHH!” All the while she continues to get railed by Emile. She holds her titties together to give me a single target. “Ohhhh!”

As I squeeze the last of my blissful load onto her breasts…it hits me full force what had happened. As my mind returns to me I find myself panting heavily with my spent dick in my hand as my wife and her lover were still just getting warmed up beside me.

“Whoooo.” I let out a long breath then tuck myself back into my underwear.

“I love you, baby.” Sarah says softly with that same understanding look as when I came in my cage. Letting go of her jizz spattered boobs she lets them bounce freely again and grabs onto Emile’s shoulders. “Ohhhhh, fuuuck! Ohhhh yessss!”

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The clap of flesh on flesh fills the room as Emile fucks my wife faster and harder.

As I retreat from the bed and back to my seat to recover, feeling incredibly satisfied and embarrassed in equal measure, he quips. “I can see why you fuck other men.”

“You stop.” She swats his chest. “He just gets excited.”

“Ha! And I can see why you need this big, fat cock. A real man’s cock.” With that he gives her an extra buck of his hips.

“Ohhhh!” She groans. “I have…a real man!”

“Tonight you do.” Again another deep slam.

“OHHHH!”

“Hear that, David? That’s my cock she’s moaning for. Not yours, mine!”

“I hear it.” I whisper, in no state to rise to my own defense at the moment.

“She won’t even want yours after…”

“Leave him alo…hmmmmm!” Her attempt to be the white knight defending her husband is interrupted by the pleasure filling her loins. Her back arches and her eyes roll back. “Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! OHHHHHH!”

“Heh! She ever beg for your cock like she does mine, David? I bet not. Not such a big man after all.”

“Ohhhh!” She groans as he slams in extra hard and extra deep. “FUCK!” Her angry eyes quickly snap back to his. “Focus on me! I’m queen for the night.”

“Oh I am, baby.” He gropes a tit, his strokes continuing long and deep. “I am! Damn, David, your wife is squeezing my dick like a vice.” His jaw clenches. “Mrrrmm.”

“Hmmm!” Her legs pull from his hands to clamp around his body. “Hah! Is that…all you got?” Her legs squeezing and her cunny grinding into him her eyes narrow. “Come on, Emile. Is that it?”

This takes Emile aback and he stops mid-thrust. “Excuse me!?”

“Taking a break already?” She prods his masculine pride. “Come on, baby. So soon? I can get another boy toy if you can’t keep it up.”

“Sarah?”

Despite his mockery of me I have to cover my mouth to hide my grin. He didn’t know it but he’d stepped too far and inadvertently triggered Sarah’s protective instincts. I wasn’t the only one in this relationship who looked after his spouse with such fierce devotion. I only worried now that Sarah had bitten off more than she could handle. I didn’t know where this was going to go but things were getting interesting.

He’s about to look over at me again when she grabs his head and focuses his attention on her and only her. “You ain’t all that, Emile.” With defiance gleaming in her eyes she says. “Don’t you forget who you’re here for. Me! Don’t forget who made you a man, boy!”

His brows rise. “Boy?”

“You heard me.” Thrusting her hips to take him in and out she starts fucking without him. “Come on, then! Mmm! Show me what you got, big boy. Come on, boy!”

“I’m not a boy!”

“Then you better shut me up.” She grins. “If you can.”

Part 15