Queen for a Day: Part 6

In the end I got my fajitas and they were pretty damned good too! The General, who had emerged from the kitchen to serve me my special order personally, was as crusty and cantankerous as Annie told me but the old dude could certainly cook. Even better than the food though was the company as Ann’s blend of sweet and sassy has me either smiling or laughing the whole time. The feeling went both ways too as more than once I am able to elicit a few of those snorting giggles I remembered so well from when she was little. And stories! She had some good ones. At just 24 she’d already lived a life chalk full of adventures and misadventures, tragedies and triumphs, and thrills and regrets aplenty. Another person might have been exhausted, or at least a bit jaded, by the challenges she’d faced but in Annie I find nothing but resolute optimism and an almost infectious zeal for forging forward into her next phase of life. In short, she was a hell of a lot of fun to be around.

I think my favorite part of the way too short hour came right at the end though as I was getting ready to leave. Ann had just served one of the tables when one of the guys gripes. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s the omelet you ordered.” Ann replies.

“It’s got green pepper.”

“Our Denver’s have both red and green, as I told you when you asked.”

“I said no green pepper.”

With admirable calm Ann informs him. “You asked if there were green peppers but you didn’t say to hold them. I thought you were saying you liked them.”

“I don’t! Nobody does. They’re disgusting.” He pushes the plate away. “I SAID no green pepper.”

“You didn’t actually…” Starts the other man at the table.

“Shut up. I know what I fuckin ordered and it wasn’t this. I ALWAYS ask for no green peppers.” Like a bratty child who didn’t get their way the guy lets out an overdramatic huff. “I don’t have time to wait for another. This fuckin bitch just…”

“Hey!” I call. “Watch your mouth.”

“David…” Ann starts to say until she was cut off.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Standing to my full height with my chest out, shoulders back and head high, filling the room with my presence like only a big man can, I say. “The complaints department.” Approaching the table I see the guy’s anger draining with each step I took until soon I am towering over the lot of them at which point he folds like a house of cards. I look down at him, though he refuses to make eye contact. “It was an honest misunderstanding. There was no need to make it personal. I tend to take things personally when folks make things personal.”

“Okay, okay.” He mumbles. “I just don’t like green peppers is all.”

“I don’t mind’em.” His tablemate says, wanting a swift resolution to the tension as much as anyone. Swapping plates he says. “I’ll take the Denver if you don’t mind sausage and eggs.”

“Yeah.” The guys says. “That’s fine. Sorry.”

Ann, taken aback by the swift resolution, looks up at me a second then down to him. “If I see you again I’ll try to remember, okay?”

“Mm hm.” He nods without looking up. “It’s fine.”

Once Ann and I were at the till to settle my bill I ask. “Is he going to be a problem?”

“David!” She says, keeping her voice low so it didn’t carry. “You can’t be coming in here threatening my customers.”

“Who was threatening?”

“I can handle myself, David.” Despite her words we were both grinning. I couldn’t deny that it felt pretty fucking great to be a guardian angel once more. In our quiet little life Sarah rarely needed a white knight, and with our sexual adventures these past few months I’d had to learn to quell these protective instincts. But damn it did my pride good to be called upon like this once more. That same pride swells when Annie looks up with those deep, dark eyes and says. “Thank you for looking out for me, like you always do.”

“Old habits are hard to break.” I say. After I settle up I ask her. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if I might get your number?”

“Oh?” Her brows raise.

“It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“What?”

“I was just thinking…um, I like popping in for lunch but, er…I’d really rather not bump into Bradley.”

“Ah.” She nods, already pulling her phone from her pocket. “You want me to give you the all clear.”

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, no problem” She says. “Though you two should really bury this hatchet you have.”

“Someday, maybe.” We exchange numbers. “If you’re ever just bored feel free to text. I’ve got a lot of downtime as I’m filling and unfilling.”

“Alright.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes. “And if I need the ‘complaints department’ again?”

“Ha! Just a phone call away.”

***

After the diner I was flying high. The rest of my shift flies by in a flash, helped along by the fact that I am able to finagle one of the morning drivers who owed me about fifteen favors to come in so that I might nip home early today. I had some unfinished business with my wife and I was JUST in the mood to settle accounts.

Moving as quietly as a midnight cattle rustler I pad into my home and up the stairs to find my quarry sound asleep and looking like an angel in the dim glow of predawn. Even the soft tone of her steady breath sounded as pure and innocent as those heavenly creatures. Standing at the foot of the bed as I strip out of my work clothes as silently as I can I consider how I might go about my payback. Sarah had snuck under the covers to give me head to get things going but that wasn’t going to be as easy with her as I would have to spread her legs which would surely wake her too early. Besides, I was in the mood to FUCK! I’d eaten her pussy plenty last night before I left. I settle on instead slipping in under the blankets beside her and warming her up with my hand, she did very much enjoy my big fingers, before shifting on top of her and finally reclaiming her properly.

Pausing at the side of the bed just long enough to get a proper chub going, which does not take long given my current mood, I pull the blankets back and glide in beside her.

“Hm?” The moment my weight sinks into the mattress my beloved spouse rouses. “David?”

“Hrrrmmm.” I let out a low, sultry growl to give her a clue as to my intentions just before my hand finds her thigh. I press into her side and nuzzle her cheek as I start to pull up the hem of her nightie, which I hadn’t expected her to be wearing given how warm the house was.

“Oh!” Between the grown and the grope Sarah was coming to her senses quick. “Oh my!”

“Heh, heh, heh.” I thrust my cock against her hips as my hand finally reaches warm, supple flesh.

“Oh, ummmm…oh!”

Cupping my hand around her inner thigh I bring it higher and higher and…

Just before my fingers find heaven on earth Sarah grabs my wrist to deny entry to this sneaky sinner. I rise to look down into her eyes and see a gentle, consoling smile on her gorgeous face.

“I’m menstruating.” She whispers.

FUCK! NOT NOW! If it started now that meant that her pussy was off limits until at least…Monday! GAH! It couldn’t have waited one more day!?

“Started late last night.” She says. “I think all those orgasms you gave me shook me all up and got things flowing.”

“Ew.”

“Sorry!” She says with a sleepy chuckle. Pulling me down to her she kisses me tenderly. “I’ll make it up to you next week.”

I sigh and kiss her back. “So much for the surprise.”

“He he he.” Her soft hand finds my cock and starts to stroke. “We still have options.”

***

Twenty minutes later we are sitting at the table waiting for her coffee to brew. As I’d be going down soon I was content with juice. In the end nothing had happened upstairs beyond some very nice snuggling. Bless her heart she offered me her mouth, ass or hand but today I REALLY had my heart on making her pussy sing for me. Besides, the whole mood had kinda gone off rails before it even really got going.

“I can’t believe you came home early just to ravish me.” She says, her finger playing across the back of my hand. “Naughty man.”

“Heh! The timing was a bitch though.”

“Yeah.” She confesses. After a long pause she says softly. “I guess not this month.”

Taking her hand I give it squeeze. “It’ll happen, baby girl.”

“I know.” She says with a brave smile. “Good things take time.”

‘Aunt Flo’ had not only frustrated my horny surprise but, far more importantly, she brought with her the news that there was no bun in our oven. We’d only been at it in earnest since late December and we’d been told that it was totally normal that things might not ‘take’ until a year or more into trying but with each passing month concerns were starting to rise. The topic was beginning to become a sensitive one for Sarah and I certainly didn’t want to make a big deal out of it just because I didn’t get my rocks off in exactly the way I wanted.

“I should have known you would have tried something like that.” She lifts the mood with her giggle. “After yesterday. All I’ve got to do is push that little jealousy button of yours and…look out!”

“Kind of a cheat code if you ask me. Hardly fair.”

“He he he!” Her finger begins to swirl around the back of my hand and wrist. “You know…we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing this month.”

“Mm?”

“What naughty adventure will we get up to this month?” She asks. “Or do you want take this one off?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure honestly.” I stare down at her delicate little finger as it teases the hairs along my wrist. “I was thinking…uh, you were saying…um…” I shake my head. “Never mind.”

“No!” She leans in. “What is it?”

“Nothin.”

“Is it Emile? It’s Emile, isn’t it? You’ve been so…zesty since last month.” She giggles and tickles my arm. “He he he! If it’s what you’re in the mood for I wouldn’t object to ordering in some Vienna sausage again.”

“Vienna sausage?”

“Vienna’s in Beligium, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Emile’s Belgian, remember?”

“I remember, but Vienna is in Austria.”

“Oops! He he he! Mr. Trivia here.” She playfully pinches my arm. “So you’re thinking Emile? The gang’ll be disappointed but…”

“No. Not Emile. Just…forget it.”

“I’m not forgetting! Tell me.” She pleads with that look I found nearly impossible to deny. “You had an idea. Tell me, Papa Bear. Please?”

“Well…” I say, barely believing the words that I knew I was about to speak. “…I don’t know if you remember, but we said we were going to keep thinking about…it.”

“It?” Her face scrunches adorably as she ponders the word. Her cornflower blue eyes widen as the spark of understanding lights them up. “Oh. Oh!” Her surprise was understandable as this was the very first time that I was the one to broach this particular taboo. After a long pause she says in a carefully controlled tone. “You mean…another woman?”

“It’s too early.” I shake my head. “We agreed it was too early. I shouldn’t have even…”

“No, no, no.” She grips my hand. “It’s okay!” Shifting her chair closer she switches from my hand to hugging my arm. “I know this isn’t easy for you. It isn’t for me either.”

“Yeah.”

“But, I’m ready.”

“You are?”

After a long, deep breath she nods. “I am ready, David. What’s more…I have a plan!”

“You have a plan?” I ask, momentarily surprised until I remembered who it was I was married to. With a little laugh I grin and shake my head. “Of course you have a plan. Why did I think you wouldn’t have a plan?”

“I call it…” She pauses for dramatic tension. I almost expected a drum roll. “Queen for a Day!”

Part 7