Queen for a Day: Part 13

“Find something you like, baby girl?” I ask, gazing back into my wife’s glimmering eyes as she rubbed Emile’s dick.

Her eyes flare and she bites her bottom lip before giving me the most wicked womanly grin to contrast with her cutesy tone of voice. “Mm hm.” She nods. “I think I did, Papa Bear. Something big and hard. Hahhh.” A breathy sigh escapes her as Emile starts pumping his arm to rub her coochie furiously through her jeans. Though she was reacting to his hand on her crotch and mouth on her tits her gaze was still fixed on me. “Would Annie do this for you baby? Would Annie look after you like this?”

She was still on about Ann? That phone call must have struck something.

“No baby.” I say. “Nobody could look after me like you do. Nobody.”

“Mrrrm.” She growls with arousal as she grinds against Emile hand. “Don’t you forget it.”

I shoot her another wink. “Go get’im, baby.”

“He he he!” Finally pulling her gaze from me she attends to the man groping her. Grabbing him by the cheeks she lifts his face from her rack. Misinterpreting the intention he goes to kiss her but she holds him at bay and shake her head no. “Nuh uh. Same rule as last time, not on the mouth.” She giggles as she pulls him deeper into the room. “But I didn’t say anything about on the lips.”

“Huh?” Emile says. While I am cringing my eyes at my wife’s terrible joke she brings him to the foot of our bed and sits down in front of him. As she begins to unfasten his belt he finally catches on. “Ohhh! Ha! Good one, Sarah. The OTHER lips!”

“He he he.”

I cannot help but groan. Each of them was as corny as the other. It just didn’t seem proper for a big strapping trucker like me, who towered over these two and outweighed the both of them put together, to be cucked by this pair of goofballs. Yet here we were. Our hotwife experience might not be the stuff of those predictable interracial pornos or alpha-bull erotica but it was the differences that made it our own. Quietly I slip into the room and set the lube and condoms on the nearby dresser then fade back into the corner.

Leaving the belt hanging loose Sarah doesn’t move to his pants but instead runs her small hands up under his tight shirt. The bottom pushes up as her hands glide over his abs then across his well defined pecs.

“Mmm.” She hums softly then leans in to kiss his firm belly just above the beltline. “Have you been working out more?”

“I have. And I’ve started climbing again.” Proudly he peels off his shirt to reveal his stocky torso. “Cut out the carbs too.” Tightening his abs and flexing his arms and chest he shows his progress. The change was subtle but noticeable, impressive given it had only been just over a month.

“Ohhhh!” Sarah’s eyes widen as her hands explore Emile’s improved physique.

A fresh blast of caustic cuckold lust sears my soul as I watch my wife admire and grope the young man’s body. Through gritted teeth I let out a low hiss as my passion threatens to consume me. I’d meant to be quiet but it must have caught Sarah’s ear as she glances my way, just for a second. Her blue eyes danced with horny mischief. Before I could even shoot her a wink or give her some sort of encouragement her gaze was back on him and she had leaned in to kiss and tongue his belly button. She didn’t need any encouragement this time around. And neither did he.

Pulling away Emile reaches down and pushes Sarah’s blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. Moving with him she slips from her shirt and immediately reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. The pair working in unison Emile was already pulling the garment away the moment it comes loose. Without looking as he was far too consumed by ogling my wife’s big tits he underhand tosses the bra behind him. It tumbles to a stop at my toes, one of the straps draped over my foot. I stare down at it for a good few seconds before slowly back up again.

Hands on her head and her eyes closed Sarah sat with a big smile as Emile stood in front of her manhandling her tits with all the nuance of a farmer with the udders of a milking cow. His touch is clumsy and crude, reminding me of just how little experience he had with the opposite sex. My jealousy twists in knots as he manhandles my wife’s perfect breasts. He was so fucking lucky to even see, never mind touch, the rack of this woman that was so far out of his tier and this is how he treats them? In front of her husband no less. GAH! Though her brows furrow and twitch at the rough treatment Sarah nevertheless seems to be adoring every second of it.

“Ohhhh.” She sighs. “Such strong hands. Oh!” She peeps as he takes a grip of her plump nip between finger and thumb to give it a pinch. “Emile! So bold tonight.”

“Heh.” He gives her a double hand squeeze, pressing so tight that Sarah’s fair titty flesh comes squishing out through his splayed fingers. I’m about to warn him to ease off when Sarah titillated hoot cuts me off.

“Ooo! He he he!”

My fists clench at my sides. I couldn’t take it! Ravaged by both lust and protective jealousy I am overcome with a need to do something. Anything! The top two options that spring to instantly mind were whipping out my achingly hard manhood to start stroking or choke-slamming Emile into the hard floor. With both of those being decisions I knew I’d quickly regret I seize on what was at least part of the issue. Being on my feet was a cue to my brain and body that I ought to be active and responsive. Being on my ass, like last time, would help me settle into just being an audience to the action. With nothing in the room that would be comfortable to sit on I decide to go grab my computer chair from the next room over. Not only would it give me a seat but the trip there and back would give me the break I so desperately needed.

“Where you going, David?” Sarah trills. Her too sweet tone told me that she knew why I was retreating. Hell, she was probably wondering if I was about to bust in my pants again like last time.

“I’ll be right back.”

“He he he. Don’t be long.”

Her giggles ringing in my ears I walk out into the hall and take a moment to collect myself. Pleasure and pain, love and hate, loyalty and betrayal, desire and denial, passion and envy, everything full blast and all at once, this fetish of mine was powerful stuff. I take a deep breath then hurry along. While I needed the breather I also couldn’t stand to miss a moment of the action.

When I am rolling the chair into the room Emile is on his knees in front of Sarah. His face was still buried in her bare tits as he sucked on one and groped the other with his left hand. Only when I get to the corner of the room did I see that Sarah’s jeans were open and Emile’s other hand was inside her panties. My wife’s eyes follow me as I bring the chair in and settle into it. I blow her a kiss which makes her smile.

In my chair I sit and watch my wife provide to me my own personal porno, better than any video out there, just like last time. This time though I had a better angle and rolling chair if I wanted to change my perspective. Another difference was the pace. The first time they’d had to shoehorn their tryst into Emile’s lunch break. This time there was no such time restraint and that was evident in the way their unhurried foreplay. By this point last time she’d already sucked his dick and they were fucking like bunnies. Watching them now, his hands and mouth all over her married body, hearing them now, his crude slurps and her soft moans, I knew this would be a test of my endurance. How much of this could I take?

Running her fingers through his short hair Sarah says. “He sure loves my tits.”

“He does.”

“I do!” He blurts between slurping sucks before clamping his lips right back down around her nipple. “Mmm!”

“There’s that echo again.” She titters. “Guys love big tits. Ohhhh.” A soft moan escapes her. Whatever he was doing down in her panties she was clearly enjoying. Sliding her feet around the back of Emile’s but so that she was hugging him with her legs she starts moving her hips to grind against his hand, though still her eyes were on me. “Hahh. Do you love my tits, baby?”

“I do, baby girl. So fuckin much.”

“Mmmm! Are Annie’s tit’s this big, David? Hmm?”

I raise a brow. Ann? Again? And prodding me to compare Ann against herself? This all brought back memories but with the roles reversed. How many times since November had I asked Sarah about this or that guy she’d been with? How many times had I asked her about how they made her feel or how their cocks compared to mine? I don’t think her curiosity stemmed from quite the same kink as my own, but they did seem to rhyme.

“Well?” She arches her back and pushes her tits together to engulf Emile’s smiling face. “Are they?”

“No, baby.” I answer truthfully. “Not as big as yours. They’re quite small actually.”

“Mmm.” She grinds harder, her breath getting heavier. “As nice as mine? Are they as nice as mine, David?”

“I don’t know, baby. I haven’t seen them.” I say. “But I’m sure they couldn’t compare.”

“Hmmmm.” Letting go her tits all at once so they bounce she ruffles Emile’s hair with two teasing fingers. “Can you believe this guy? Sniffing around Annie when he’s got this at home?”

She was being such a hellion tonight! Asking that question as if SHE wasn’t the one pushing the hardest for me to be with another woman.

“Heh! David’s crazy.” Emile sits back to stare at her heavy tits swaying in front of him. “If you were mine no other woman could ever turn my head.”

“Oh, Emile.” She slaps his chest with flattered playfulness. “You say the sweetest things.”

“Whose Annie?” He asks again, though only half interested.

“Nobody.” Grabbing his head she pulls him back into her and answers. “She’s just some whore.”

Woah! Sarah never talked like that about other people. Ever. Even in confidence. She was truly the sweetest person I’d ever met. When my angel glances my way again I see a devilish fire in her eyes. Was she testing me? Calling me on? Laying down a challenge? Was she daring me to rise to Ann’s defense? Whatever she was up to I wasn’t going to take the bait right now, though I do note it.

The fire still burning she shifts her focus from me to him. Still holding him by the head she pulls him up, guiding him up and off of his knees, then gazes up into his eyes and whispers. “Let’s show him what he’s missing tonight. Hm?”

Part 14