Queen for a Day: Part 3

Through the cocoon of inky nothingness there comes…a feeling. At first as indistinct as my formless existence it gradually takes shape and substance as my mind and body reconstitute themselves into the man called David. The shape it took was that of a rock hard six inch cock. Its substance was wet, warm, sucking pleasure. As my waking self breaks the surface of slumber I discover a mouth on my nocturnal wood. The mouth of the most beautiful woman in the world.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes I look down at my wife Sarah as she stared up at me with those big twinkling blue eyes of hers. Fuuuck did she look good with her lips wrapped around my cock. And so daring! Weeks ago she asked me what I thought about getting woken like this and I told her she had my wholehearted blessing anytime she wanted, but as it had been so long I thought she’d forgotten about it. She clearly hadn’t. She pauses, her tongue swirling around my knob then taking me all the way inside, deep throating me with ease, she wraps her lips tight around my base the sucks hard allllll the way up to my tip which then springs from her lips with a pop.

“Good morning, Papa Bear.” She says with an innocent tone and a naughty grin.

“Mrm.” I rub my face. “What a way to wake up!”

“He he he!”

Whatever I was going to say next is forgotten as she rises to her hands and knees and begins to crawl up my body, at which point I discover that she was as naked as I was. Letting her soft, full breasts slowly swipe across my wet manhood Sarah advances up my body with an impish look in her eyes that I KNEW meant trouble. The good kind of trouble. Letting her do her thing I lay back and wait to see what she had in store for me. These little moments were still such a novel treat for me as until just a couple of months ago such sexual initiative from my then sexually meek wife was impossible. I didn’t know what she was up to but that twinkle told me that her playful imagination was in full flight.

Sarah continues climbing until soon her tits are dragging over my smiling face and her pussy grinds across my dick. Her pussy was already crazy hot, super wet and as ready as my raging erection, which told me that she must have been fingering herself even before she went down on me. The flush across her cheeks and drooling snatch confirmed it. That was a woman who’d just recently cum. Licking, kissing and sucking her big titties I am in boobie heaven! She giggles and lets me have my fun, though not for long.

Rising up she sits tall, her legs straddling my belly. It was only then I saw the phone in her hand. Uh oh. My creative little kinkster was up to something. Was she going to film us? With her, who could know?

With her free hand she reaches down between her legs to grab my dick and without wasting a second commences to sink her wet cunny down onto me!

“Nnnngh.” I groan as my member is enveloped in her warm, tight tunnel.

Wait a second. Wait a second! Actually…it wasn’t that tight. In fact, for her, it was pretty loose feeling. She was all stretched out! She hadn’t been fingering herself, she must have been using one of her toys. Judging by the way my cock was swimming it had to have been the thick eight incher. Fuuuck! She hadn’t done anything like this since before Emile. Oh my God! Though I was grateful it was a rare treat I fucking LOVED feeling her like this.

“You’re stretched!” I gasp, my dick flexing for all it was worth in a futile attempt to fill the space around it.

“Stretched?” She titters sweetly. “Baby, I’m downright ruined.”

“Fuuuck.” I grab her hips and get ready to fuck.

The surprises didn’t end there however. Humming a little tune as if she were merrily folding laundry instead of sitting on her husband’s cock she stares down at the screen of her phone and taps a couple of times. Oh God, what was this now? Giving me no hint or warning as to what was coming she turns the phone around to reveal the still image of a video. Before I could even make sense of it she hits play. Steadying herself with her left hand on my chest and holding the phone to face me with her right she begins to ride me.

With her wet, loose pussy sliding up and down my shaft I focus on the screen and instantly recognize the video. It was part of a video I’d watched countless times, committing every second of it to memory, since it was filmed it back at the end of November. It was my wife’s sex tape with the young stud Richie.

“Nnnnnngh!”

Sarah’s lustful groan from November warbles from the speakers as I watch Richie’s long cock slowly enter her tight pink slit. She’d cued the movie up to the exact moment they’d started having sex. Behind the screen Sarah stared at me as she very slowly bobbed up and down with a playful smirk on her pretty face.

“Ohhhhhh God!” The past Sarah moans as the present one remains silent.

Transfixed I watch Richie’s bigger manhood glide into her until that green line she’d drawn around his shaft, the green line that showed me precisely where her loving husband’s inches ended, disappeared inside of her followed by his additional two inches. Two full inches inside of my wife that I would never touch.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck.”

“Feeling good?” She asks, her voice still sweet and frustratingly calm.

“Yeah!”

“I’m surprised you can even feel me.”

“I can feel you! Ohhh fuck you feel amazing!” I gasp, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh at her hips as I start to thrust back up into her.

“Easy there, baby.” She giggles. “You’ll never last like that.”

“Last?”

“OHHHHHH! OHHHH GOD YOU’RE DEEP!” The ghost of a cucking past wails as young Richie fills her married cunt.

“Fuuuuuck!” My cock surges, flexing with all it’s power with a desperate need to make her sound just like that.

“He he he he!”

Only then do I spot a tiny graphic overlaid onto the original video. On a full-sized monitor it would have been immediately evident but on the phone it was easy to miss. Only because I knew these images so well did I even notice it. In the upper left corner of the screen were two lines of text. The top one was in dark blue and read ‘Richie: 27m 38s’. The one below it in a soft pastel blue read ‘David:’ and then beside that there was a steadily climbing counter. She was timing me!?

“I think you might be the devil!”

“He he he he!”

While on the screen Richie fucks my wife slow and deep, forcing a long erotic moan from her on each and every stroke here in the real world Sarah bounces on top of me with nary sound beyond her giggles. Though there was noise aplenty as the wet slurpy splap, splap, splap of her loose, sloppy cunny echoed off our walls.

“Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhh God!” Past Sarah purrs as her and her lover move in time with each other, getting faster and faster by the second. Her blue eyes gaze up into his. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck me.”

“Listen to me, baby.” Sarah whispers, her eyes drilling down into mine. “God damn that boy could fuck. Nff! Mmm! Come on, baby. Fuck me that good.”

“Rrrrmm!” Slamming up into her I give her all I had. But with her so stretched from her dildo I couldn’t even tell if she was feeling me. And of course with what was happening on the screen it was all too easy to imagine that it was Richie who had stretched her, as if I were just now getting his sloppy seconds. To add insult to injury, not only was she not gripping down around me…she was actually purposely relaxing herself!

Splap! Splap! Splap!

He juices splatter across my pubes and lower tummy on each fleshy impact.

“That’s it, David. Fuck me!”

“Oh God!” I gasp and try to slow down as the pressure in my balls threatens to bust. Sarah had other ideas though as she keeps on riding. “Ohhhh, fuuuck. Babyyy!”

Only at a minute and a half and I am already struggling as every cuckold circuit in my brain sparks and fizzles. The pressure to compete. The pressure to keep up. The pressure to show her what a man I was. The pressure was unbearable!

Splap! Splap! Splap! Splap!

Rising up so high my cock nearly slips from her sloppy sex she slams down hard with each stroke. Her big tits bounce and her soft body jiggles just like on the screen.

“Ohhh, that’s it baby!” She sighs with the very first verbal sign of arousal at last, even as the other Sarah wailed freely beneath her thrusting stud. The difference between him and I couldn’t have been more obvious. “Mmmm, keep going David.”

“Hmmm! Rrmmm!” I fight my rising orgasm, a fight I was destined to lose. The video alone was the hottest bit of porn in existence to this demented cuckold but now with the timer, her ruined pussy, those wails from November compared to those soft coos of today…it was driving me wild! I glance to the corner of the screen…we’d just past two minutes. That’s it!?

Splap! Splap! Splap! Splap!  Our bodies clap.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!  Theirs do too just a little faster than ours.

“Ohhhh fuck! OHHHH FUCK!” Sarah’s cries from November dance in my ears.

As if to mock me Richie’s hard grunts provide a backbeat to her song of lust. “Rmm! Rmm! Rmm!”

“OHHHH GOD! That’s good! That’s so fucking good!” She cries out for her superior lover. “RICHIEEE! MMMMM!”

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I cry as the sound of my wife’s voice calling another man’s name ravages my soul. “I’m fuckin close! RRNNGH!”

“No, baby. Not yet.” Sarah teases as she rides me faster, the hand on my chest snapping to hers to squeeze one of her titties. “Mmmm. Don’t stop!”

I fight with every ounce of my strength, pushing back down on a pressure that would not be contained much longer. My balls churning I focus myself. I was no match for Richie but I knew the past Sarah on the video would be cumming any moment now. I had to at least make it that far. I had to show her that I could at least last for one of the orgasms he gave her. My husbandly pride demanded that much of me.

“OHHHH GOD! That’s good!” On the screen my wife’s body rocked and jiggled at Richie’s furious fucking. He was a powerful young buck but she was keeping up and taking all he had. “That’s so fucking good! RICHIEEE! MMMMM!”

It was just too much. All of it was just too much. With me still trying to hold it in my dick throbs and, ready or not, starts pumping out my hot seed into my wife’s hot pussy. “JESUS! GNNNGHHH!”

“David! You better not be…!” Sarah peeps as she stops riding me to study my red quivering face. “Already!? But Richie’s just getting warmed up!”

“NNNNNGHHH!!!”

Quickly flipping the phone around she looks at the screen. “Three minutes!? You only lasted three minutes!? You are such a cuck.”

As my Sarah’s words lash across my ego the other Sarah is howling for her bull on very cusp of release. “OHHH! OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHH!!!”

“NNNNNNNNNGHHHHH!!!” Jesus fucking Christ! The more she mocked me the harder I came. My muscle go taut and my toes curl as I cum so god damned hard the pleasure bordered on pain. Sarah’s face melting into a smile as the act is dropped she at last tightens her pussy around my spitting dick for the final few spurts. “HNNNNGHHH! FUUUUCK! HMMMMMMM!!!!”

“Yesss, baby! YESSSS!”

“HHAAAOO…” Sarah’s orgasm from months ago is cut short as today’s Sarah stops the video and the room goes quiet.

Setting the phone to the side Sarah lets out a long, happy sigh and strokes her small hands up and down my hairy stomach and chest. “Wow!”

Panting for air I stare up at her in shock and awe. “Whooooo!”

“My goodness. You came REALLY hard.” She says softly. “I was worried I might be calling an ambulance.”

“Ha! Yeah.” I huff. “That was some video.”

“Wasn’t it?” She titters. “I’ve been saving that.”

“Mr. Sticky?” I ask, twitching my dick at the same time, in reference to what toy she’d used to stretch herself.

“Mm hm. Right here beside you.” She nods while at the same time clamping down tight around my softening pecker. She still wasn’t as tight as normal, but not too far off. “Been awhile since I used him. It was pretty hard to keep quiet so I didn’t wake you.”

“Heh! I bet.”

“It was reeeeally hard pretending not to feel you too.” She lets out a little mewl. “Ohhhh, you feel so good, David.”

“Mmmmm. You too.” My dick twitches in her hot creamy hole. “Fucking amazing.”

“And three minutes!” She says, sounding genuinely impressed. “That’s not bad, considering.”

“Considering.” I chuckle, knowing exactly what she was referring to. In our day to day lovemaking premature ejaculation was not a problem for me but something about this cuck stuff just turned me into a hair trigger two-pump chump. Strangely it was something we both enjoyed, me because it made my humiliation that much more intense and for her it was the power she held over me to make me pop at will and the fact that I was driven so wild by her that I couldn’t control myself. Orgasms on demand, what a truly awesome power to have over your partner.

“I thought you might like that.” She winks. “I knew if we made love we might be here all night.”

“I wish we could!”

“Me too.” She says and drums her hands on my firm belly. “But my man’s gotta get to work. I figured I better think of something that was quick.”

“Well it worked!”

“Three minutes quick! I bet we can do even better next time.”

“Go for four?”

“No! Two! He he he!” What a silly woman. God, I loved her. Around my now still dick her tunnel gently flexed and relaxed around it as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Her soft hands pet down my arms. “I hope I wasn’t too rough?”

“Too rough?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Um…” I was about to assure her that I loved it when something holds back the words. I had enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it. After a long month’s wait the hungry fetish inside of me had at last been fed again. I was satisfied in that special way cuckolding gave me. But…in my post-nut clarity there was also a lingering ache in my pride. It was an ache I knew would go away but right now it was still fresh and raw. I don’t know why but it was hitting me different than normal today. Even as we joked I was in our afterglow I was still feeling slightly…emasculated by the scene. Even though I’d cum like a geyser, for whatever reason, it just wasn’t what I wanted right now. “Maybe…not when I just wake up?”

“Oh?” She gasps and her face drops, not expecting that answer. “Of course. Of course! I…I-I’m sorry, baby. I thought you’d like it.”

“I did!” I laugh warmly and pull her down onto top of me. I felt bad for worrying her as I knew she’d done all this for me. While she enjoyed helping me with my fetish and was very understanding about it she’d made it quite clear that it was something she only did out of love for me. Wrapping my big arms around her soft, warm body I kiss the top of her blond head. “I loved it, baby girl. I just wasn’t…ready for it.” I sigh. “I wasn’t ready.”

“Oh, David. Oh my God. I’m sorry.” She hugs me back with all her strength and buries her face in my chest. “I was playing. I was just playing. I won’t ever do it again.”

“Shhhh.” I kiss her again. “That was wonderful and different and creative and perfectly you. Thank you, baby girl.”

“I love youuu.”

“Love you too, Sarah.”

Part 4