Queen for a Day: Part 11

The person on our porch was a man transformed. The stubble we’d seen on his upper lip last month had darkened into a thin pencil mustache while the rest of his face was as smooth as a bowling ball. He’d gotten rid of the spiky blond tips, his brown hair now cut down into a very neat classic fade that suited him far better. The combination of the stache, clean-shaved cheeks and chin, and the tidy trim somehow made him look both more cultured and younger at the same time. His old world fashion sense hadn’t changed, everything snug with clean lines, though I swear the body inside the clothes had leaned out a few pounds without sacrificing any of the muscle.

The biggest difference however was the confidence he stood with. Once described by Sarah as ‘snack sized’ the diminutive man now seemed a few inches taller. I remembered well the cautious confusion plastered across his face as we made him an offer any horny single man couldn’t refuse, the only thing plastered there now was that big silly grin. For the same reason as the smile I notice that his car had not been left idling this time. He suspected, rightly, that this stop was going to take longer than the usual quick in-and-out. As I catch a whiff of the woody-citrus aroma of his freshly applied cologne the memories of him fucking my wife all come flooding back.

“Look David! If it isn’t our very favorite delivery man!” Sarah says, her nervous energy coming through her voice as pure enthusiasm. Even to my ear she sounded like a desperate, sex-starved woman. My cheeks were already warming and we hadn’t even started yet. “Ha ha ha!”

“Sarah.” He greets her. “David.” His eyes leave her only momentarily to acknowledge me before darting straight back again. “How are my very favorite customers doing tonight?”

“He he he!” Sarah titters. “Tonight’s been great, and it’s getting better by the second.”

“Heh!”

Looking out past him I scan the street for witnesses, not seeing any I hurry him inside. “Come on in, Emile.”

He steps through and I quickly close the door behind him. Before I’d even had a chance to get my bearings at Sarah’s once and future lover being in our house he’d handed the bags to me so that he could take off his shoes and jacket. It might have been innocent enough but it felt a hell of a lot like he was passing luggage off to a bellboy or butler. Had he just made an alpha move? Whether on purpose or not the effect was the same as I spot Sarah noting the hand off as well.

Skipping right past the mystery Sarah confirms his assumptions as to why we’d called without even addressing it. “We’re glad you could make it tonight. We were worried you might not be working tonight.”

“I literally hurdled the other driver when I heard the address come up.” He laughs. “Almost broke my phone in the leap.”

“Oh my!” Sarah titters and sidles up to my arm.

“They must have thought I’d lost my mind.”

“So…they don’t know?” I probe. “About what happened?”

“Nah.” He says with a wave. “Like I said back then, who would believe me? Besides, I’m no gossip.” With a dashing grin he adds. “A gentleman never kisses and tells when it comes to a lady’s honor.”

“A gentleman!” Sarah says brightly while I am rolling my eyes at the cheesiness. The comment brought back just how much of an geeky goober he could be. In retrospect him being a virgin ought to have been far more obvious. “He’s a gentleman, David.”

“Erm, yeah.” Not quite knowing what else to say to that I lift the groceries. “I’ll just throw these in the kitchen real quick.”

“Alright, Papa Bear.” With unnerving ease she slips right from my arm onto his. Right away his shoulders rise and his chest puffs out. As I’m trying act cool and not be too obvious in hurrying down the hall to the kitchen I hear them talking behind me. “We haven’t spoke since…he he he…that day.”

“What a day! I couldn’t stop smiling.”

“I bet! I was feeling pretty good myself. I hope we didn’t keep you too late last time and get you into trouble.”

Their voices fade as she leads him into the living room. “Nah. Got back in the nick of time.”

“Oh good.”

“No worries this time. I left you guys for last.” He says. “I got allll night.”

“Oh my!”

“We’re not having a sleep-over here!” I call while I put the milk in the fridge and the rest I leave in the bags on the counter then hurry back to join them.

“No worries, bro.” He says like we were old pals. Fuck this was weird! “Just sayin.” As I walk into the room I see the pair sitting side by side on the sofa. He looks at me entering then back to her. “I confess that I was a little surprised. David said it would be a one time thing. Is he in…erm, chastity again?”

“Oh no, nothing like that this time. We were in the mood for something a bit special tonight and you were so darn good we just had to have you come back for more.” Sarah says, boosting his ego while deflating mine. To any neutral ear it would have sounded like I wasn’t getting the job done in the bedroom. Emile had no way of knowing that he was here more because of my needs than hers. “So, Emile.” She pats his knee, a small gesture but one that spoke volumes. “How are you doing?”

“Doing?”

Quietly I settle into the same chair as last time as they chat. “Yeah.” Says Sarah. “How’s the job? How’s your love life? How ya doin?”

“The job’s the same, though I’m starting to think about moving on to something better.”

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

“Not sure quite yet, honestly. Maybe school. Maybe check out my uncle’s company back in Belgium. I’m still pondering. But I feel like I’ve been here too long now.”

“Well good for you. Sometimes a change is just the thing you need to get out of a rut and get you on the right track.”

“You don’t know how true that is.”

“Well good luck with that, Emile.”

“As for love life…” He grins. “…actually, there’s a cashier at the store I’ve kind of been…chatting up. I think she might actually kinda like me.”

“Oh?” Sarah shifts subtly closer. “Go on.”

“Yeah.” He says sheepishly. “After being with you, I don’t know, girls don’t seem as intimidating anymore. Maybe you were the change that got me out of that rut.

“Aww, I’m flattered.”

“She actually reminds me a bit of you. Pretty, sweet, sexy.”

“Awww.” She rubs his knee, this time leaving her hand on it. “That’s great! You shouldn’t be intimidated by girls. You’ve got a lot to offer a woman, Emile. You are polite, honest, handsome and a naturally great lover. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Uhhh…”

“Thank you, Sarah!” He says while slipping a hand of his own over to her knee. “That really means a lot coming from you.”

A pang of jealousy stabs my heart. This time had SUCH a different feel to it. Last month they’d been strangers getting together for a bit of kinky fun. He was in disbelief, she was nervous, both were awkward, and they’d pretty much gotten straight to business. This month however there was far more relaxed and chummy vibe in the room, bordering on intimate. Sarah wasn’t just some horny housewife with a voyeur hubby, she was the woman who had taken his virginity. She held a special place in his life and, as someone who had fallen madly in love with the man who’d taken her virginity, was well aware of its significance. In short, they had some history now. They had a bond that wasn’t there before. It wasn’t a romantic one but neither was it nothing.

The change in atmosphere extended beyond the two of them as well. Last time had been a first for Sarah and I too. It was the first time I’d been present to watch another man with my wife. Back then Sarah had quietly checked in on me every chance she got for continual assurance that I was okay with what was happening. But now that we’d been through it before she felt more secure in me, in him, and in what we were doing. By not needing to check in so often it allowed her to give her focus to our young guest.

And, of course, the fact that I was going into this with freshly drained balls skewed my entire perception. The jealous lust was still a deviant thrill but far more raw and ragged without my raging libido to smooth off the edges. This time the emotional side of cuckoldry was hitting me harder than the physical, like those early days reading about Richard. It was almost too intense for me to bear. Almost, but not quite. Even now my fetish’s hold was strong. What the clearer mind did allow me to do however was to note and catalog the experience. Generally I was far too swept up in lust to think about anything. But, at least for now, I could examine what worked, what didn’t, and what I might use if and when the shoe was ever on the other foot. From out of nowhere…I wondered what Annie was up to right now. Certainly nothing as kinky as this!

“Sooo…” Emile swipes his tongue across his moist lips as he begins to look her up and down in a different way. His carnal appetite was growing impatient, as was normal with men his age when the opportunity for sex was so close.

“So?” Sarah trills, her too innocent tone revealing that his hunger was not unwelcome.

“So David’s not locked up tonight.” He says. “Is tonight like a…threesome or…something? What are we doing?”

“Huh?” I sit up.

“I don’t know, honestly.” Sarah turns her twinkling blue eyes to me. “He really likes to watch me. Don’t you, baby?”

“Uh, yeah.” I nod. “I do.”

As stupid and short-sighted as it was I hadn’t been expecting this question. When we threw together I’d been thinking purely with my dick and I’d just assumed everything would happen just the same way it did last time.

“Hmm.” Growing braver Emile’s hand glides a bit higher up Sarah’s thigh. With my eyes glued to his roaming hand there comes a stir in my pants. “I’d be more than happy to have you all to myself again, sexy Sarah. I’ll treat you like a queen.” He says. “But I’m up for whatever you guys are into.”

“A queen? That sounds nice!” She giggles, both flattered and turned on at once. She certainly wasn’t unhappy at how his hand stroked her leg. “How about it, my king?” Her big blue eyes gaze deep into mine as Emile’s groping hand roams ever higher. “You wanna join us? Or am I Emile’s queen tonight?”

Part 12