Queen for a Day: Part 7

“Alright.” I say, bracing myself for Sarah’s next naughty scheme. “Let’s hear it then.”

Perking up at my interest, though her voice betrays some trepidation as well, my wife lays out her idea.

“Let me start by saying that I know at least four women who are interested in, um, you know. Being with you.”

“That many?”

“Uh huh.” She nods. “Though each for different reasons. Maria, well, you already know her thing.”

“She wants a Daddy.”

“Yep. You are so big and kind-hearted you fit the role. She wants you so bad. She’s called you the ‘perfect Daddy’.” She says. “She wants you to dominate her in a gentle and fatherly way, not like how Javi does. Tonia is the simplest. She just wants to have some swinging fun, no strings or attachments. She enjoys different experiences and different approaches. Variety is the spice of life and all that. And I think James has a bit of cuck in him as well so he’ll enjoy it too, which she likes.”

“Me as the bull?”

She giggles. “Why not? You’re a really good lover. And you’re bigger down there than James and you definitely last longer.” With a impish twinkle she quips. “Well, usually.”

“Behave.” I pinch her tit.

“He he he!” She continues. “Casey straight up wants to Domme you.”

“Oh!”

“Yep.” She nods. “Domming a huge guy like you would be a real notch of pride on her strap-on harness.”

“Strap-on!?”

“Oh yeah. She’d definitely want your butt.” Sarah says. “Probably bondage and stuff too. And she’d definitely talk about how she cucked you. She’s said that she’s rougher on guys than she is on women, when they’re into it of course. Hey! If she did do you with a strap-on maybe she’d use the same dildo she used on me and…pfft…we could compare notes! He he he! See who liked it more.”

“Sarah!”

“Well we could.” She titters. “And then there’s Jennifer.”

“Jennifer?” I raise a brow at the unexpected name. “From down the street?”

“Yeah.” Sarah sighs. “She and her hubby are in a, um, dry spell. According to her it’s desert for as far as the eye can see. She can barely get Harry interested in her anymore and even then he’s got to use pills. She’s pretty much in a sexless marriage.”

“I never would have guessed.”

“Mmm. Yeah. With her it would just be sex. Sex, sex, sex. That’s all she wants. She’s desperate for it. Desperate! She’d jump at the chance to be with you. But…”

“But?”

“But she’d have to break up with Harry to do it. He’d never agree.”

“Break up with her husband!?”

“It’s happening soon either way. It’s just a matter of time now.”

“She’s out. I’m not doing that to Harry. And I’m definitely not getting us involved in all that.”

“Agreed.” Sarah nods. “I just thought I’d bring her up as an option since you haven’t really shown any interest in the girls until now. But until they’re officially split, yeah. She’s out. Anyway!” She brightens up again. “That still leaves three. Three sexy ladies. Three potential queens.”

“Queens?”

“Mm hm. While each of them want you for their own reason the one thing they all have in common is that they really like how you treat me.” She smiles and kisses my shoulder. “They say you treat me like your queen as much as I think of you as my king. They want a little taste of that.”

“You are my queen.”

“Oh, Papa Bear.” She says softly as her hand lightly rubs up and down my bicep. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Closing her eyes she rests her head against my shoulder. “You are my king, first and always. First and ALWAYS.”

As the pause drags on I look down at her beautiful face and ask. “Second thoughts?”

“Just preparing myself.” She says. “So, here’s my idea. Queen for a Day. We will have you set up as the ‘King’ who is looking for a new queen. The girls will each present themselves to you and try to sway your decision their way.”

“Present themselves to me?”

“In whatever way they feel will allure you. They cannot touch, only tease and titillate. I haven’t talked to them about it but I know them and I know they’ll make it interesting.”

“Huh.”

“At the end you will crown the lucky suitor…suitress…whatever, you will crown the winner as your new queen. I’m going to see if I can find a tiara or plastic crown or something so you can do it properly. Make a real presentation of it, you know?”

I am staring at her trying not to smile too hard. This plan was SO Sarah. My wife had many incredible sexual traits. Attractiveness, eager to please, ease of pleasure, open-mindedness, being non-judgmental, and the list went on. But I learned back in November what really set her apart was her playfulness and imagination when it came to to the kinky. I think by making something new into ‘play’ it became safer and blunted the impact of stuff she found intimidating on its face. It was a way to ease into something she or I had an interest in but that she might never find the courage to agree to from a cold start. Most of all though, I think she just thought it fun. And if there was one thing Sarah liked to maintain in our sex life it was fun. It certainly kept things interesting!

“And where are you when all this is going on?”

“I’m there.” She says most insistently. “I’ll be there for the coronation as my King’s loyal maid.”

“I get a sexy maid? Now we’re talking!”

“Behave.” She giggles and pinches my nipple. “Although…I could play it as a real maid if you want me too. He he he. Do you want me in costume?”

“You’re too much.” I chuckle.

“Anyway!” She says, getting us back on track. “I’m thinking you crown the ‘Queen’ in the evening then she will show up here the next morning.”

“Oh?”

“We welcome her to our castle together and that is when I abdicate and she becomes, Queen for a Day.” She says. “At that point you’ll have 24 hours with your new Queen. She’ll spend the day and stay the night while you two….do…well…um…whatever you want.”

“Whatever we want?”

“Uh huh.” She nods. “No rules. Total freedom. Just like you did for me in November. It’s only fair.”

“No rules?”

“None. Not when it comes to you and your Queen at least. The adventure has rules but what you two do with each other will not.” She says. “You can be wild and kinky or just hang out or…whatever. Literally whatever. Whatever makes you and your n-new Q-Queen happy. It’s your special time, David.”

“A whole day?”

“If you can do it for 30 days I think I can manage for a measly 24 hours.” She says. “Whatever happens I won’t say anything and I’ll never bring it up against you afterward. I promise you.” She looks into my eyes most earnestly. “We’ll talk when it is over of course but I will not judge.”

“We’ll talk when it’s over?”

“Yes. Only when it’s over. I thought that one of the things that really helped back in November was that vow of silence we did. It made it easier, for me at least. It gave us some space and let me collect my thoughts before I spoke emotionally or out of shame. I’d like to do something like that this time too.”

“You want me to leave you letters or…?”

“Texts.” She says. “We can only communicate via texts and only one per hour at most. At the top of each hour we may send one short text each. If a text isn’t sent by one minute past the hour the window closes until the next hour. I don’t want it to be a constant distraction.”

“Distraction? So while I’m here with my new, um, queen you’ll be…?”

“Around. I was thinking that once your Queen showed up that I would then become the Lady in Waiting.”

“You’re really going with this royalty theme, huh?”

“It’s just a title. I won’t actually be serving the Queen.”

“So, what does the Lady in Waiting do?”

“Wait.” She says. “Watch and wait to get my King back. I might pop out from time to time but mostly I’ll be here. But you and her won’t talk to me and I won’t talk to you. You’ll pretend I’m not even here. I’ll be here but I won’t be here. You can pretend I’m visiting family or something if it makes it easier. I’ll just sort of…flit around like an invisible ghost. A fly on the wall.”

“Are you sure you want to be here for this?”

“Yes! Absolutely I do.” She says. “I’ve seen that wild look in your eyes when I’m with another man. I want to experience that. I want to…feel what you feel. I want to understand. And I want us to do this together.”

“Okay.”

“And, more importantly…” She rubs my hand before gripping it tightly. “…I want to be here in case I have to use our safeword.”

“Atta girl.” I slide my arm around her and pull her close.

“I can’t promise that I won’t use it.”

“I don’t want you to promise that.” I say, staring deep into her eyes. “The word is there to be used. By either of us. I might use it first.”

She grins and nods. “Of course. So…what do you think?”

“Honestly?” I pause a beat. “I think you’re nuts!”

“David!”

“Absolutely bonkers!”

“Stop!”

“How do you come up with this stuff?” I laugh.

“Quit teasing me!” She slaps my chest, even as she giggles herself. “I thought it sounded fun.”

“You want to just sneak around here like some invisible voyeur as your husband’s with another woman?”

“Well…yeah. That’s pretty much it.” She says. “I don’t know if I’ll be watching directly but I want to be around. You watched Emile and I and that was REALLY hot. Maybe you’ll like me watching. And maybe I’ll like watching as much as you did.” Her eyes flit to my crotch, no doubt remembering how I’d nut in my pants as I watched them. “Well, maybe not quite as much as you did. He he he.”

“Hrm.”

With a jarring innocence in her voice she pleads. “I want you to cuckold me, David. Cuck me like I did to you. I want to see my man pleasure another woman. I wanna know what it’s like. It’s just a day. I can handle anything for a day.”

“I’ll need to think about this.”

“Of course.” After a long pause she says. “Although…this weekend might be a good time.”

“This weekend?” I say, a bit shook by what was hypothetical and vague suddenly becoming concrete. “That soon?”

“Yeah.” She says. “Before I get cold feet.”

“If you’re having doubts…”

“I didn’t say that.” She says. “Just…I don’t want to draw this out. Like pulling off a bandage. If we’re doing it…let’s do it. I think the waiting will be harder for me than the doing. Besides, I’m kinda out of commission anyway until Sunday or Monday.”

“You don’t HAVE to be out of commission.” I say as I nuzzle into her hair. “I’ve said I don’t mind so much. It’s not even that bad usually.”

“I know, baby. It just icks me out.” Her fingers dance up my arm. “But I know my king is still all hot and horny from his cucky wakeup call and there’s no reason he should be denied.” She says with a brave smirk. “So what better time? Do it this weekend then I can get you back next week and we can get back to baby-makin.”

“Hmm.”

“Maybe Saturday?” She presses. “We could do the coronation Friday night? Assuming everyone is available of course. I suspect they’ll make time to be available.”

“I’ll…think about it.”

“Good.” She smooches my cheek and leans in for a hug before slipping away to go get her first morning coffee. “I’ll put out some feelers and see who is interested.”

“I can’t believe we’re even thinking about this.” I shake my head. “What a difference a couple of months can make.”

“You’re telling me!”

I keep Sarah company as she has her breakfast and starts to get ready for work. We talk about all the usual things though the topic of the coming weekend remained simmering in the background. How could it not? Something had definitely shifted as for the first time I find myself genuinely tempted by the offer of extramarital nookie. We were close now, I could feel it. It was going to happen, if not now then in the coming months. And yet…something still didn’t sit quite right. Once more I found myself getting swept along by her fun and games. I was becoming a passenger again. As cuck I was only too happy to follow her lead. But this time was different. This time I wanted to take the wheel.

“Baby girl?”

“Yeah, Papa Bear?”

“What if…there was another option?”

Part 8