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My Wife, My Queen Ch. 01

By: Dilberts_dream



Chapter 1

"Are you sure?", she said. 

I took her hands and felt my heart swell, as well as the lump in my throat. "We've talked about it for so long, and I think it's right for us. I really do. Don't you?"

"I do," she said and smiled. What a lucky man I was! With that, she led me up the stairs to our bedroom and sat me on the bed. She was going to cuckold me tonight and I could only think about how much I loved her for it. It was where we belonged, and she was going to lead us there. 

She walked over to her closet and started looking through the rack. "What do you think I should wear?" She looked at me over her shoulder and gave me an impish look. "Should I look a little slutty?" She slowly ran her hands down her dress, emphasizing each glorious curve along the way. As many times as I'd seen it, I could never believe that my oh-so-proper wife could turn into a temptress in just the bat of an eye. She could devastate me at will, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.

My head was spinning and I tried to collect my thoughts. "No. That's not how I see it.", I said. "You've never been a slut and that's not what tonight is about. Be the wonderful, sexy, intelligent woman I love. He should see how special you are, like I do." I paused and took a slow breath. What would she think when I asked this next question? "Would you wear the blue dress?" 

"It's your favorite, isn't it?". She gave one of those smiles again. "You want me to wear it for my lover?" It was a dress of rich, blue fabric, simple and elegant like her. "Imagine that." 

"Please. I want him to know how lucky he is to be with you. And I want to be waiting at home, knowing how much he wants you."

"He's going to bed me, you know. It's really going to happen. I can't believe we finally got here. It's going to feel so strange, Honey. He'll be the same, and yet different. I already know I'm going spread wide for him. Isn't that amazing? I can't believe how excited I am." She paused and looked right into my eyes. "My body really, really wants this."

"I know, Baby, mine, too. I just wish I could see the moment he enters you. I can't get the image out of my head. I can see his cock push into you and your darling lips wrap around and swallow him. Then, he slides in and out and your sweet little labia pout each time. It's so beautiful. It's so amazing. The thought just drives me crazy. Do you think I could watch sometime?"

She cupped my cheek in her hand and then clasped me to her bosom. "Not tonight, Honey. I love you, but I want this to be about my pleasure," she explained patiently. She took my face in her hands. "Do you accept that? It's going to be all about me. This is my night and I don't want to worry about anyone else. Can I just be selfish tonight, my first time?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. Let it be all about you. Go to him and ride him until the neighbors complain, if that's what you want. There will be time for me later." Truthfully, I got a bit of shiver when she said that. We hadn't really talked in detail about where we wanted this to go. Once we decided to go down this path, I think we just wanted to see where it took us. All I knew is that I wanted to worship her, the more completely the better. Maybe she would think that was too weak. Maybe she didn't want a subject. I guess we'd find out in time.

"In that case, would you help me clean up for him? I'd like to make my pussy pretty for my lover."

She got in the shower while I spread a towel over our bed. I got out a razor and shaving cream and set them close by. Then, I began to prepare myself. My wife was about to make love to another man and I was too excited to think. What I really wanted to do was surrender to my lust, throw her to the bed, and bury my face in her scent. I had to find some control. As she said, this had to be about her needs. This had to be her night. Any other way and she might turn away. Besides, if I was really going to serve her as I wanted, I had to find a way to channel this crazy, crazy heat into something pure and controlled. I decided to keep my clothes on. My need, my sexuality would remain under wraps. If I were to be naked, too, it would imply that I was a participant, and I wasn't. Not yet. So, I just sat on the bed, slowed my breathing, and ached.

I heard her singing in the shower. She was embracing the night as I had only imagined. I didn't want her to be thinking of anything but her own pleasure. That's how she seemed to feel, too. She was going to get fucked, and she was lighthearted and excited. It was as if our marriage wasn't even in the picture. Just right.

When shower finally did stop, a shot of adrenaline brought my heart to the bursting point. It was so real now. We were just minutes away. On impulse, I knelt by the towel spread on the bed. I was ready to service her.

She came out of the steaming bathroom wrapped in a fluffy, white towel. So chaste. Then, with a huge smile, she lay back on the towel, unwrapped herself, and pulled up her legs. Her pussy was on full display. No apologies or shyness. Just perfection. 

The truth was that there wasn't much grooming to do. I think she really just wanted to tease me with her treasure. I could smell her. Her pussy was my whole world at that moment. My wonderful sexy wife, a woman in heat, was about to have some serious sex. Her body knew it. My cock knew it. Seriously, I had no idea how I was going to get through this without my heart exploding.

I first did a quick trim with the scissors, just to get the hair fairly short. Neither of us liked her mound to look artificial or shaved. We just liked it to be groomed and neat. I did a little razor work in the hollow between her labia and her thighs. We both think it looks tidier that way. I pulled her labia to the side and carefully applied the cream. Her vulva was just inches from my face. I just wanted to worship her body. I wasn't sure if she'd understand that need, though. I didn't want to push things now. Not when we were so close to bringing those hours of confession and planning to fruition.

The only sound in the room was the soft scrapping of the razor over her skin. I watched it gently pull her labia and then release them to flow back into shape. Over and over. I was overwhelmed by the sight and the smell. I lost myself in her sex. Then finally, reluctantly, I used a moistened washcloth to clean away the shaving cream and stood up. It was time. She smiled, rose gracefully to her feet, and made an unhurried pirouette. She was giving me one long, last look at the body that used to be mine. It belonged to someone else now, and she sent me away. She was going to get ready. From this moment forward, it was just about her and her lover. It was no longer about me or even us. I would just be in the way.

What do you do with yourself in a situation like this? Seriously. I suppose, Gentle Reader, that you already have a routine worked out for those nights that your wife goes out to get fucked senseless. Personally, I was a mess. Then, the ancient instincts kicked in. I went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. Maybe that would help. In a daze, I walked down to the den to channel surf. Please, please, let there be a good game on. I desperately needed the distraction. If I didn't do something, my heart was going to pound out of my chest before she even got out the door.

I was there on the couch, starting to feel like I might be able to keep it together, when she came in and shattered me all over again. "Do you think I might get lucky?" She smiled and leaned against the door frame. She looked incredible and knew it very well. She was loving the tease. 

"Here", she said sexily, "I want to show you something." Then, like a conjuring trick, the hem of her dress slowly began to rise higher and higher up those gorgeous legs. I wondered what panties she was wearing and I soon had my answer. They were a simple pair of white cotton, but just a bit too skimpy and sexy to be anything but an invitation. "I wasn't going to wear any, but I was afraid I'd leave a damp shot on my dress". She smiled shyly, and then not so shyly. The woman had no mercy at all.

"Are you happy, Sweetheart?", she asked, mildly. "Are you ready to give me away?".

I couldn't talk. I just nodded and tried to pour all of my need out through my eyes.

"Then, come here and kiss her," she said. And so once again I found myself on my knees before her treasure. I inhaled. She wore nature's perfume, the one designed to send males into madness. Only I wasn't the one her pussy was calling. It would be some other man. Some other cock. I gently kissed her panties right over her mound and wrapped my arms around her legs.

I felt her yield to my kisses and then regain herself. "OK. Don't distract me too much," she laughed as she tousled my hair and pulled me to my feet. "So, how's Mr. Happy?" she asked coyly. She knew the answer, I'm sure, but still slid her hand down my pants to check. I groaned and desperately pushed my crotch against her hand. "Oh, my! What's that?" She feigned shock for a moment. Then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed me on the nose. "Good," she grinned. "I want you crazy. Remember to be a good boy, though. Tonight is about me. I need you attentive when I get home. So, you can touch all you want, but keep him hard for me, Sweetie. Really hard." Then, with quick, excited kiss, she turned and practically ran out the door. She couldn't wait. 

How can I describe the next hours to you? I thought I was going to loose my mind. I tried watching the game, but I just found myself pacing. I couldn't think, couldn't stay still. At one point, I found myself out the front door before I even knew what was happening. I have no idea where I was going. Finally, I went out to some of my favorite Internet porn sites. I slowly stroked my shaft and tried to lose myself. Fighting fire with fire, I guess, but it worked a little. It was a losing game, though. There was no way I'd be able to control myself once she got back, and I couldn't just start pawing her like a teenager. I needed her to feel special, like a queen. I needed to find a way to get through this evening with some control. As she said, tonight was about her.

Then, I finally understood. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. Slow. Slow. Slow. Counting breaths. In and out. In and out. I had skated on the edge of madness because I had forgotten what this evening was about. I had imagined all of the things we would do together once she was home. I was anticipating my pleasure, thinking of her lips around the base of my cock. Throwing her to the bed and sliding my shaft into her warm, wet depths. I wanted to fill her with my seed. But that was wrong. Nothing was over once she got home. She would still be my queen. I would still be her servant. 

I went back to our bedroom and lit some candles. I spread clean sheets on the bed, placed some lotions close at hand, and changed into a crisp shirt and pressed slacks. When she returned, I wanted to pamper her. I wanted her to feel like royalty. This would be my focus and my salvation. 

When everything was ready, I closed my eyes and centered my attention on the sensation of my swollen, dripping member. I had spent the evening trying to control my passion. Now, I would welcome the ache in the spirit of a sacrifice to my goddess. I would seek it out. She would find me clean and attentive in my fresh clothes, but she would also feel my desire.

"This is beautiful, Honey," She said softly. Her voice startled me. I hadn't even heard her approach I was so lost in my feelings and fantasies.

I opened my eyes and turned to her. She was a vision. Outwardly, there was no change. Her look was just a little mussed, as it would have been after a nice evening out. But her face glowed and her body radiated a post-orgasmic ease. I wish I could describe this moment better. All I can say is that she was at perfect peace with her body.

She moved into my arms and we both snuggled into the embrace. "How have you been, Honey?" she whispered into my ear. "Are you OK?"

"I love you, Sweetheart. I've spent the evening thinking of you and how much I value our life together." I responded. I couldn't get enough of her. My nose nuzzled her earlobe and I drank in her scent. 

"I love you, too. I had a wonderful evening. I'll tell you all about it in as much detail as you want. But, yes, I opened myself for him and he poured his seed into me. You're my cuckold now, Dear. It was wonderful, but after it was over, all I could think about was coming home to you and sharing it with you." She kissed me and I could feel the love in her lips.

"This is wonderful, Sweetheart," I said. "I feel so loved and so lucky." I reached up for the zipper on her dress and gently pulled it down. "Please, let me pamper you. I want to feel your skin under my hands. I want you to feel my love."

"If you insist," she giggled and quickly shimmied out of her dress. "The bra and panties, too?"

"What do you think, young lady?" I asked with mock sternness. "Get on that bed right now. I have plans for you." I made a show of twirling my non-existent mustache.

I guess that was the right answer, because she stepped back and smoothly removed the last of her clothing, leaving her standing naked before me, beautiful and unselfconscious. Then, she gracefully laid face-down on the clean, white sheets and snuggled in, only too happy to accept my homage. 

I started to kneel down beside her, but she stopped me with a word. "I'd like you to be naked, too, Honey," she said, still nestled in the sheets. "I know how hard you are. I want to see it. Bring your cock to me."

And so, I did. Would you have had me do anything else? And after I had removed my clothes, I knelt on the bed beside her and began softly stroking her gorgeous back. I ran my hands up across her shoulders and felt her muscles give under my ministrations. My hands came down again to her lower back, before starting up and over her shoulders once more. 

"You don't know how wonderful you're making me feel, Sweetheart," she murmured as I continued to rub her back. "I know you had said you wanted me to meet him, but I have to admit that I was holding my breath a little as I came in. Maybe you were going to find that the reality of being a cuckold would be harder than you thought. Maybe you were going to be so horny that you attacked me as soon as I got inside the door. This is better than I imagined. I thought I felt good coming home, but this welcome makes it perfect."

"Don't worry, Honey, I never doubted. This feels so right, even if I'm not sure why. The throw-you-to-the-bed-and-have-Animal-Planet-sex scenario was definitely in play for a while, but I feel better keeping the focus on you." I paused for a moment and shifted my attentions to her glorious bottom. "I've got to ask, though, My Love. What was it like? Did he really come inside you?'

"Here. Let me show you," she said rolling over slowly. She brought her knees up to her chest and parted her legs. Then, reaching down, she spread her lips wide. "Can you see anything?" At first, I saw nothing but her folds and then she gave a little clench. Sure enough, a shining pearl of semen seeped out of her vagina.

"That sure makes it real," I said. "Holy cow. You really, really did it. Tell me everything! I can't wait to hear what you did together! Did you suck his cock? Did he go down on you? How did he take you?"

She let her legs sink to the bed and looked at me. "I need to ask a big favor of you. I know you're dying to know everything, and I'm definitely going to tell you. But right now, I'm too tired and too mellow and I don't have the energy to get worked up again. I know it's asking a lot, but could we wait until tomorrow? That's going to be your day and I'm going to try to make it as perfect as you've made this evening for you. Can you wait until then?"

"Of course. I can wait. You're right. This night is supposed to be about you and the new steps we're taking. Let's finish it that way." It was so hard to keep my needs in check, but if this relationship was going to take the direction I hoped, I'd be hitting this wall again.

She brought her knees back up and I could see her sweet, fucked pussy again. Her eyes turned away and she said softly, "Would you like to kiss it? I've heard some husbands like to do that." She even seemed to blush a little.

Oh. My. Goodness. She had really asked that. Of course, I'd thought about eating her lover's cream. That was a part of so much of what I'd been reading lately. I'd just never been able to figure out whether I'd be able to go through with it. I didn't know what to do, and I have to admit I stalled for time. "Would you like me to?"

Now she was definitely blushing. "It might feel nice. We really went at it. Could you do it? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Hearing that, I had to try. I knew I'd be kicking myself later if I passed up the chance. I certainly loved going down on her. In fact, it was probably my favorite sexual act. There was no more intimate connection in my mind. This was a whole new place, though.

I started to move my face down her body, pausing to savor the fullness of her breasts, and then again to tease her belly button. I continued down until I found the roughness of her pubic hair. I love the transition from the incredibly soft warmth of her tummy to the almost harsh wiriness of her mound. Her smell surrounded me and I could see now how her lips were swollen and mussed. This was not the neat, chaste snatch that she left home with. I kissed her mound, paused to take in more of her scent, and started to kiss lower. That's when I encountered a new texture on my lips. It was slimy, and without wanting to taste, I knew it was salty. I was done. I just couldn't do it. Her lover had marked her pussy, the pussy that used to be mine. For that night, at least, he had taken it from me and I couldn't go on. I kissed her mound again and rested my head on her stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart," I almost sobbed. I was so disappointed in myself. I hope I hadn't ruined the evening for her.

"Don't worry, Dear," she said, stroking the back of my head. "I knew that would be hard. We can't expect to do it all at once. That just gives us something to work on next time. I'm very proud of you for trying."

The words were soothing, but the message was not. If I had doubted where we were going, it was clear she hadn't. This was just the first step, and we were only going deeper. For a moment, fear gripped my heart as I felt myself loosing control. Then, I gave in. I had started us down this road. Perhaps she would be the one to set the direction now. Who knew where we'd end up?

She rolled over onto her side and I spooned up against her back. My cock took it's familiar position between her cheeks. "We're a little pokey, aren't we?" she murmured sleepily and wiggled her bottom against me. "Don't worry. We'll take care of Mr. Happy tomorrow. Is that OK? Will you wait for me? I'd like to make you feel special tomorrow."

What choice did I have? My cock felt like a cum-filled water balloon, but I couldn't let her down. "I'll wait, Sweetheart, if that's what you want."

"Thanks. You're a wonderful husband. You made me feel so special tonight. It was perfect. It was like being a queen."

"Then it had been perfect," I thought to myself. I smiled and snuggled in closer. My cock ached. I was happy.

My Wife, My Queen Ch. 02-03



Please note: This story involves themes of cuckolding and female-led relationships. 

Thanks for the feedback on chapter 1. I was really pleased to hear that some folks enjoyed it. 

I plan to write at least two more chapters. I'm a pretty slow writer, though. I hope you'll check back from time to time for new material.

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Chapter 2

I lay next to her, listening to her soft, measured breathing. She'd drifted into sleep minutes after rolling over on her side, my hard penis trapped between her cheeks, completely at peace in both mind and body. It had been a big night. She'd spent the evening before taking her first lover. Then, she'd returned to a massage by her loving husband (me) and plenty of reassurance. She had been magnificent. Everything had been perfect. It had been her evening and her triumph.

Then, there was me. Where she was complete, I was a mess. My full cock was swollen with need. Adrenaline coursed through my body. I was practically vibrating with arousal. I ached. I suffered. For although last night had been the most erotic of my life, my wife had still asked me not to come. I had to trust her. To be honest, it was more than that, too. I relished the opportunity to obey her. I don't know how I'd made it this far, though, especially with relief so close at hand. Just a quick trip to the den for a little private time and I'd at least have had a chance at sleep. It was very, very tempting. But when I tried slipping my hand under the covers and swirling my fingers in the pre-cum that had accumulated there, I knew I couldn't take it further. Her disappointment would be more than I could bear.

I started to slowly run my fingers up and down my shaft. Just lightly, teasingly. Not quite enough to work toward orgasm. I simply couldn't help myself, but strange as it may sound, it helped center my thoughts. I gathered a little of the slickness on my index finger and circled it on my sweet spot. Dangerous, but nice.

Longingly, I glanced over at her sleeping form, the white sheet draped across the small of her back, almost, but not quite, revealing the sweet cleft of her bottom. I smiled. It struck me that the sheet was a perfect metaphor for my fantasies. I could easily have taken what I wanted by simply moving it. But it was the longing, the aching, the needing that I craved.

My mind was spinning. I thought of all our conversations and of the excitement which had led up to last night. I remembered the heady times we'd made love, arousing ourselves with tales of cock-heavy strangers sliding into her warm, sweet depths. We'd come so far, and yet I wondered if I was prepared to ask her to take the final step. You see, as much as we'd already shared getting to this point, I had still kept my final secret from her. To be her cuckold was glorious, but I wanted more. I wanted to worship her, and to make her my queen. I craved the privilege of being owned by her, body and soul. 

It was turning out that my mind was even harder to calm that my body.

I remembered when thoughts of cuckolding first joined us in our marriage bed. We were masturbating together, one of our favorite things to do when we feeling horny and naughty. We'd lay next to each other in our darkened bedroom, slowly teasing ourselves. Drawing out our pleasure for hours while we took turns spinning fantasies for each other. And as each of us drew close to climax, the other would make love with their voice, whispering their darkest thoughts into their lover's ear, stoking the fire within. In orgasm, we acknowledged the power of our partner's erotic gift, revealing our souls as we surrendered to pleasure in full view of the other. When I saw my wife begin to move her hips, a sure sign that she was building toward her peak, I loved to slide my fingers into her warmth. It was as if could know her completely at that moment just through my hand. I could feel her fingers stroking her clit, first with strong, easy strokes, but then becoming more and more frantic as she got closer. She strummed with a speed I could never match or even quite believe. Her breath would start to catch and I could feel her hips push eagerly against my fingers. I'd fuck her with my hand, first tenderly, and then with mounting force. I knew that she wanted to be used hard when she came. Her hips would move faster and faster, then suddenly stop and tense. And when the waves hit, I could feel the lovely mouth of her womanhood grasping greedily at my fingers. I always felt so close to her then, and I signed my love with a tender kiss on her wet lips and swollen clit.

That particular night, we'd brought some wine into the bedroom and pushed some pillows up against the headboard to sit against. I don't remember that we intended to indulge in our special story time, but as we talked and the glasses were emptied, I couldn't resist turning to her and slipping my hands into the loose pajamas she was wearing. Her breasts were as soft as doves, and I teased her hard nipple for a moment before bringing my hands down to cup her heavenly mound. She sighed and welcomed me, sliding down a little to push against my hand. I began to to run my index finger along her slit to coax out her arousal.

"Mmmm. That's so nice, Honey," she whispered. "I didn't tell you, but I've been a horny girl all day. Ahhh!" She arched her back in pleasure. "Touch me some more. Please?"

How lovely she was. I started gently circling her labia just above her clit and snuggled in against her breast. "Your pussy turns me on so much. I'm rock hard for you. And what about you? Are we starting to get a little wet?" I asked, teasingly.

"You know I am. I'm purring." She unbuttoned her top with one hand and pulled my mouth to her sweet breast. "Would you tell me a story while you touch me? Make me come under your hands. I want you to watch your wife come."

"My little goddess," I murmured, molding myself against her soft body, "Let me make you feel good. Come for your husband. You're so beautiful and it makes me so proud."

I then began to weave the tale that marked the first, uncertain step on our path. The journey that led us here, to a sleeping, contented wife, and her aching, swollen cuckold. It was just a fantasy about a MFM threesome. Truthfully, I don't even remember it that well, but you'd have thought I was Leo effing Tolstoy that night, judging from the way she got off. And as for me, the thought of watching another man sliding his hard cock into her aroused me like no other. I pictured her wrapping her legs around his strong ass and welcoming him into her body. I'd been searching for a way to suggest that image to her until I hit on the idea of a threesome. I didn't even know the word "cuckold", then, but I knew what I needed.

From that night forward, another man would always join our special nights. I'd work in different threads, different scenarios, but I think she noticed that the stranger was always positioned as the focus of her attention. "It turns you on to think of me with another man, doesn't it?" she asked one night, smiling. "You never told me."

I avoided her eyes. I was a bit ashamed of this one. "It's true, Honey. I don't know why, but nothing gets me hotter than picturing you opening yourself up to him."

She gently took my chin in her hand and brought my eyes around to hers. "Don't worry, My Love. It is a hot thought, isn't it? That's why we do this, to turn ourselves on. Besides," she grinned, "I like it, too."

After that, she would often find ways to tease me with our shared secret during the day. When she'd come home late from work, she might make a reference to having had to meet her boyfriend. When I asked if she'd mind if I went out golfing, she'd casually mention that she owed her friend a blow job, anyway. Then, one unforgettable afternoon at the park, she pointed out a shirtless young man and whispered in my ear, "I'd love to grab that hard ass and pull him inside me. I wonder if he'd like to fuck me? Should I ask him?" The way she looked at me (and him) I wasn't sure whether she was kidding or not. 

"Um, do you want to?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Maybe I'll go see," she said impishly, and in front of my disbelieving eyes, she unbuttoned her top a bit more, flashed a little cleavage, got up and walked over to him. They talked for a little while, and then she sat down next to him. She waved at me, laughing, turned to him, and stayed in conversation for far longer than seemed decent. At the time, I was sure that everyone in the park must know what was happening. I burned with shame, but was overwhelmed with arousal. Was she really going to do it? I'd dropped enough hints that she could guess I wouldn't object, but I couldn't believe that it might actually be happening right in front of my eyes. Had we finally arrived?

I watched her touch her hand to his shoulder and hold it there. What did it mean? We seemed poised at a tipping point. Move her hand to his chest or his thigh, and she was his. Remove it and leave, and she'd return to me. She walked back. Relief initially overwhelmed me, followed by a powerful wash of disappointment. Was this the life of a cuckold, then, to feel so wretched and aroused?

"That was fun," she said, joining me again. "How did it feel to watch me with another man?"

"Amazing. I can't even describe what it was like. It was like everything at once. I wanted to crawl in a hole. I wanted to open your wet pussy for him. I wanted to spray my load. And, oh yeah, I thought my heart was going to stop when you touched him."

"It seems I like being naughty. What would you have done if I'd accepted him?"

"It would have been so hard, but I'd have loved it, too."

"And if he didn't want you there? What if he and I had left together?" She looked at me meaningfully.

I paused. This conversation was quickly taking me places I wasn't sure I should go.

She took my hand. "Come on, Sweetheart. You can tell me. I probably already know."

I took a deep breath. I had to trust her. "Sweetheart, you're right. There's more. I don't just want to watch you with another man. I want to be your cuckold. I want you to take whoever you want, whenever you want. I want you to take your pleasure while I wait at home for you. I would suffer, but I know nothing would arouse me more." 

She leaned back and exhaled, saying nothing. I got scared, then. Had I gone too far, too fast? 

"Honey, that's seriously hot. Would you really want that? Would you really wait for me while I fucked my lover?"

"I would. I know it's so strange, but I want that more than anything. Is that OK? Is it too weird? I've always been ashamed to tell you. I was afraid that you'd think I was sick."

"No, Honey. Don't worry. You're safe with me."

For a while after that, we stayed poised on the precipice. Both of us were ready to take the next step. Neither of us were quite ready to say it. That changed on the night before her birthday. I'd worked out a little surprise for her, but she was the one who had control by the end of the night. We were cuddling in bed, both beginning to respond to the warm flesh in our arms. I felt her hips begin to push against me, rubbing her scent along my leg, and I knew I could spring my trap. Kissing down her body, I nuzzled at her neck and breasts before moving my head under the covers. There, I found myself with my favorite treasure in front of my lips, surrounded by her scent. I gently kissed her labia, starting slowly, and as I felt her respond, I slowly introduced my tongue into her slit. Soon, I was tasting her wetness and her lips opened up to the pleasure. I smiled. It was time for a something a little new. From beneath the covers, I once again began to weave a tale of another man, another cock, joining us and loving her. This time, though, I found the thick dildo I had hidden in the sheets and began to slowly stroke it up and down her slit. 

"Oh, Sweetheart, he's so thick!" she gasped. "God, I need to be fucked!"

"He will, Baby. I'm watching him slide into you." I started to tease her with just the head. She was so wet, it was like she was sucking this strange cock up inside her. "He's working it in. You're opening up for him. Spread your legs, Honey. Let him take you." 

"Please! I need him now." Her legs opened and she pushed desperately against the cock. "Don't tease me any more! Fuck me!"

With that, I slid the length of that fat cock inside her and began to stroke in slow, steady strokes. I could hear the smacking of her pussy juice, and her scent was all around me. Very quickly, her movements became frantic as she struggled desperately to swallow more and more of that hard, welcome intruder. 

"Oh, God, he's making me come!" she wailed. "Harder!"

I don't think I've ever seen her come like that. She tightened, then moaned and flexed. Her orgasm kept coming in waves and I held fast to her hips and rode with her. "Oh, God, oh God! Oh, fuck! That was amazing! Don't pull him out yet, Sweetheart. I need to feel my lover some more." Sweat covered her and she struggled to catch her breath.

"Did your lover perform adequately," I asked smiling, knowing the answer already.

"Oh God, yes!" she moaned, as she began to collect herself. "Baby, we've got to do this! This is just too hot! I want a lover's cock in me! I'm going to die if we don't do this!"

"I know, Baby," I said. We'd finally broken through. "We're never going to be able to let this go until you do." 

"Yes," she said, pulling me up her soft body and into her arms. And then she floored me, saying "I think I might know someone who'll help us, Sweetheart. I'll bet he has a nice cock, too."

As my thoughts returned to the present, I found my mind had calmed. It was clear, now, that she had been with me each step, as eager to take this journey as I had been. I still didn't know exactly where we were going or whether she would consent to be my queen, but in the end, the decision would be hers. I would simply follow, and with that thought, I finally found peace. 

Chapter 3 

Exhaustion must have won out, because the next thing I knew, I was woken to the sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sweet voice of my lovely wife. "Good morning, Darling," she chuckled. "We had a busy night. Were you able to sleep?"

"Barely," I responded, rolling toward her. "But it was wonderful. I love being your cuckold."

You are, aren't you?" She smiled. "Can you believe we really did it? I've got to tell you, I haven't come down off the high, yet."

"Neither have I, all appearances to the contrary. This is just wonderful."

She sat down on the bed with a serving tray. The blessed smell of coffee filled the room. She took my hand. "Honey," she said, "I've just got to thank you for last night. I thought it would be exciting and I knew you would like it. The thing is, I never imagined it would be so much fun! I know we've got a lot to talk about, but can you give me a preview? Do you think we should do it again?"

"If I get a vote, Sweetheart, I'd want that every week. Maybe not every day. My heart couldn't take it. But waiting for you and trying to picture what you were doing were the most erotic hours of my life. I can't wait to see how it feels the next time."

"Well, I just want you to know how much I appreciate it. You treated me like royalty last night. I'd like to return the favor today." She arched her eyebrows with mock seriousness. "I have plans."

When she leaned over to hand me my coffee, she placed her hand on my thigh to support herself. Then, she snuggled up, leaving her hand resting there, playing games with my poor, denied body. That was all it took, just her hand on my leg, to bring my cock to full, throbbing attention. One moment I was just waking up. The next, I had a penis that was aching, hard, and desperate.

She took notice of my condition and giggled. "That's right. You still haven't come, have you? Here I was having my fill, and you've been patiently waiting. Then she leaned over again to whisper in my ear, moving her hand to hold my cock through the sheet. "I want you hard and full for me today. Can you hold it for me?"

"I'll try," I said, struggling to control myself. My hips began to push involuntarily against her hand. Oh, God, it felt so good!. I needed release so badly!

"Shhh. Relax, Baby," she whispered. "Relax. Just accept the feeling. Don't fight it." She held my penis through the sheet without moving, and began to kiss me gently on the neck. "You're not going to come this morning. I'm just going to tease you for a while. It's going to be so worth it, Honey. Trust me."

Then, she began to gently squeeze my cock through the sheet. It wasn't nearly enough. I was going mad. This slow build was so frustrating, so agonizing, but every time I began to tense she would stop even that little movement and whisper again, "Don't fight it, Sweetheart. Just surrender to it," and she would wait until I had stopped before continuing.

Finally, I was reduced to incoherence, moaning, swearing, and babbling. I have no idea what I said. Something snapped inside me and I gave in and simply let the pleasure and frustration wash over me. Only then did she finally pull back the damned sheet and take my naked penis in her hand.

"That's better, so much better," she murmured. "I love this guy, you know. I may have fucked another last night, but I'll keep coming back to him." She then tenderly kissed my throbbing penis on the head, carefully swallowed him to the root, and placed one last sweet kiss on the underside. "There. I just wanted to get the taste of your cock back in my mouth. I've fixed breakfast for us out on the patio." With that, she got up and left the room, clearly expecting that I would follow. I don't know where she thought I would find the strength. It turned out she was right, though. I needed her so desperately that I had no choice but to seek her out.

She was there on the deck with a lovely spread of toast, yogurt, and fruit. When the sun is shining, it's a glorious place to be, and having her sitting, composed and beautiful in a simple, white summer nightgown only added to the sense of perfection. After the turmoil of the night before, it was like stepping into paradise.

I helped myself to a little breakfast, trying to pull myself together after her diabolical teasing. Once she sensed that I had calmed a little, she began to open up. "Last night was so much fun, Honey! You know how much I love you and our life together. We're so comfortable and easy. But I had forgotten what a thrill it was to be just a little nervous and uncomfortable. What would he be like? Would he like my body? What kind of lover would he be? Could I please him? Could I perform? All of those things were going through my head, but in a very good way. I want you to know, too, that it meant a lot to know that you were waiting for me and that I could return to your arms when the adventure was over."

She took a small sip of coffee and continued. "We met at the bar at the Hilton downtown. He was already there, and was sitting in a booth just a bit tucked away. He's a young guy at work. You wouldn't know him, but he's a good guy. We'd been having drinks together about once a week for a while, basically since I started to get the feeling that you wouldn't mind. Honestly, you would have laughed at us when I walked up. It was like we were meeting each other for the first time. He didn't know whether to stand or sit. I couldn't figure out whether to sit next to him, or across. We did an awkward little dance, and I just plopped down. Not a graceful start, I'm afraid. I sat across from him and did my best to pretend that it was just another drink, hoping to overcome my nervousness. As it turned out, it didn't take long. I found myself noticing his arms and hands in a way I hadn't before. They're really strong and muscular, and I imagined them circling my waist, cupping my ass, and pulling me in. Then, I started thinking about his penis, knowing it was waiting for me. What would it look like? How would it feel? It was as if a switch had been thrown after that. My body remembered why I was there. 




My Wife, My Queen Ch. 02-03



She paused. "Are you sure you want to hear?" I could see the love in her eyes when she said this. She truly didn't want to hurt me, but she also knew very well what last night had been about.

"Please. I need to hear. I know I've never really been able to explain it to you. It's going to hurt, but it's also going to turn me on like you wouldn't believe. My penis is just throbbing." 

"OK, then," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Here's the whole story. After I reached that point, I knew we were going to fuck. My pussy was hungry and I was just soaked. I mean, practically dripping. He's a polite, nice young guy and he knows I'm married. It was clear that he wasn't going to make the first move, but I wasn't going to let this opportunity get away. So, I excused myself to go to the restroom. All I really wanted was a private place to pull off my panties. I brought them back to the table, but this time, I slid in next to him, put my hand on his thigh and found he was ready, too. He gave me the sexiest smile and pulled me in, putting his arm around me. That's when I turned my face to him and we had our first kiss. Can you believe it? The first man since you. I knew, then, that I had finally crossed the line and there was no reason at all to look back. We kissed a little more, just softly, no tongue, and then I snuggled in against his hard chest. That's when I moved in for the kill," she laughed. 

"All of a sudden, it was like a light came on. I realized that I was in control. I was the seductress. Everything that happened was going to be my choice. It felt so wicked, but I really liked it." She paused again and looked me squarely in the eyes. "I never realized I had such power. It was just like you said. It can be all about me. I just have to take it." 

At this moment, I nearly died. Never breaking eye contact, she ran her hand up inside her nightgown and down into her panties. I could see her fingers moving through her slit. Unashamed, she was taking her pleasure, simply because she wanted it that way. Interestingly, even as wildly horny as I was, it never crossed my mind to do the same. I knew instinctively that I was there to listen, my desire only serving to spice her experience. 

"Once I realized that, it was easy. Men are so much fun! I slowly brought my hand up his thigh, stopping when the edge of my hand rested just beside his erection. I could feel the swell in his pants, and I knew exactly what I was doing to him. That's when I handed him my panties. 'Look what you've done to me,' I said. 'See how wet you've made me? And I want you to feel more. It's time for you to take me.'

He smiled at the trophy he held before leaning in for a long kiss. This time there was nothing gentle about it. But when he started to run his hand up my dress, but I stopped him there. 'No,' I said. 'The rest is going to happen upstairs. I want you now.' That's when we got up to get to elevator."

Her hand was still moving slowly under her hem. I was beginning to hear wet sounds and soft sighs. Her voice and her fingers had become my entire world.

"We didn't get to do much fooling around in the elevator. Another couple got on with us. We were just able to steal some glances, and I brought my hand down to feel his ass for the first time. Very promising. Once we got to the room, though, I had to slow him down a little. He was all over me. It was exciting, but it was too fast. I wanted to savor the moment when I took my first lover. This was the night you were going to become my cuckold, and it would be wrong to hurry it. 'Slow down,' I told him. 'I want to remember every second.'

"He surprised me after that, I have to say. It was almost like you'd coached him, Honey. He brought me to the bed and laid me face down. That's when the massage began. You know what that does to me. I want you to take some notes, though, because after he'd gotten me nice and relaxed, he started lightly kissing my bottom. It was tentative, at first. I think he wanted to see how I was going to react. But the kisses drifted closer and closer to my crack, and then they became wetter and wetter. Finally, he stopped pretending and I felt him start to gently tongue my rosebud. It felt really nice, Sweetheart. You're going to have to add that, right?" and she looked up at me again. I could only nod.

"I was ready, then. I was ready to take my lover. Getting up, it was my turn to lay him on the bed, but not face down," she said, smiling. "I had decided that I was going to control it. I wanted to be on top. I was going to cuckold you, and I needed it to be my act, not his. His cock was pretty nice, by the way. It's probably a little thicker than yours. I loved the shape of his head, too. Anyway, I knelt astride him, reached underneath, and pulled his penis up to touch my entrance. I held things there for a few moments, just rubbing it up and down my slit a little. I was going to fuck a new cock and I wanted to feel every inch. Then, I slowly, slowly, slid myself down on his shaft until my cheeks were resting on his thighs. I was so full. It was done."

"Just a moment, Sweetheart," she said, and with eyes closed she put one of her legs up on the table and started taking her pleasure in earnest. I watched her come powerfully, muffling her cries with her hand, and then slowly collect herself. "Thanks, Dear. I just wanted to relive that moment."

"And then we fucked and fucked some more, Honey," she said, smiling. "We spent a lot of time fooling around in different positions, just to see what we liked. I loved sucking his cock, too. My favorite, though, was when he bent me over the desk and took me from behind. Next time, I'm thinking of having him find me in that position, with my cunt winking at him from between my legs. I know he'll give me a good pounding! Anyway, after he'd cum in me again, I found that I just wanted to get home to you and give you the news. We'd done it! You were a cuckold and I was officially a wanton harlot!"

She looked at me then, so beautiful and happy, reached out, and took my hand. "And how are you? Still glad we did it?"

Her warmth and joy melted me and I could finally speak again. "I am. I'm on fire, my cock is going to explode, my heart doesn't know which way is up, but you're happy and that's all I care about right now."

I could see the love in her eyes. "Thank you. That was really sweet, but I want to make this day special for you, too. What would you like? What would make you happy?" She paused and then said more deliberately, "You can ask me for anything, Sweetheart. Tell me."

How to answer? My body was screaming for release, but asking for a blow job or a fuck just seemed so cheap. I honestly didn't know what to say. "Umm. I'd really like to spend the day with you out in the sun. You've got me so crazy I'm not sure I can enjoy it, though. Could we just do a quick cum, and then be together?"

Her expression turned serious and she reached out to cup my cheek. "Honey, that's not really what you want, is it? Not really?" She looked at me hard, then, and continued, "I think there's something else that you truly want. Deep down, something you've never admitted. Let's not wait, OK? We've wasted enough time. It took much too long to get to this point because we were both scared of our feelings. Let the fear go and trust me, OK? You'll feel so much better. You're not going to shock me. I knew about the cuckolding, didn't I? I need you to ask, though. I can't make you do it."

I realized, then, that she was far ahead of me once again, as perceptive as ever. There was no use pretending. She was leading, whether I admitted it or not. It was time to give myself over to her. And she was right. I had to ask. She couldn't take my fealty. It had to be a gift.

I got to my knees before her and bowed my head. "Darling, you are the most wonderful wife," I began. "I love you so much, but I realize now that I need to express even more. I need to worship you. Please be my queen and I will devote my life to your happiness. If you will consent to lead me, I will follow, gladly. Please take me, own me, and accept my love."

She looked down at me and smiled. "I will, my love. I will be your queen. I'm glad you've found the way." She held out her hand to me. I kissed it reverently, smelling the heavenly fragrance that still clung to her fingers. At once, I began to feel the same peace that I'd sensed from her. Finally, we were complete, each in our proper place. I knelt down further and pressed my lips to her lovely toes. "Oh, Love, I'm so happy I finally belong to you."

"You always have, Dear," she said, accepting my kisses. "We're just now understanding it. You are completely mine now, yes?"

"Yes. Please, please accept me," I practically begged.

"I do. There is no one else I would trust with my love and my happiness. And as it happens, there's something I need from you now. So, let's begin. Stand, and bring your cock to me."

I did as she asked, smoothly stripping off my few clothes and presenting myself for her pleasure. I couldn't believe how natural it felt. I was achingly hard and proud to display my desire to her. 

"This is mine, now. You have given it freely," she said, taking my penis into her soft hand. "You will carry this for me, but it now exists only for my pleasure. I know you are uncomfortable, but you will honor the ache as a service to me and a sign of your devotion. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Queen. I will suffer for you. I will carry your penis and use it exclusively to serve your pleasure." My knees felt weak. Somehow, she had truly seen what was in my heart.

"It turns me on to own you," she said, giving it one last caress. "I love this feeling. But right now, I want you to reclaim your wife and queen. You've been storing up your seed all night, and I need you to fill me with it." 

"I'd be honored, Darling. Is it OK to call you that? Darling?" I asked. "I mean, now that you're my queen?"

"Darling sounds nice for now. We'll work it out. It's going to be easy and natural. Don't worry," she reassured me, rising to her feet. "Please prepare the bed for us, Dear. I'll be in shortly." With that, she gracefully unbuttoned her night gown and let it fall to the ground, standing proud and naked in the sun. She was truly a goddess. I fell to her feet again. 

"You are so achingly beautiful, My Queen," I whispered. "I am so lucky to serve you."

"Thank you, sir," she responded, smiling. "I love how you adore me. But now, I want you in me. Please go."

I rose and bowed. She was right. It did feel natural. Then I entered the house and walked naked to our bedroom. I opened the curtains so that the sun light warmed the bed, then pulled back the sheets to welcome her lovely body. That's when I felt her soft breasts against my back and her lips caressing my neck.

"Well done," she whispered into my ear. "Now, let me feel how full they are," and she reached around to cup my balls. "Are these for me?"

"All for you," I answered, proud now to suffer for her. "Are you ready?"

"I am," she said, reclining on the crisp, white sheets. "I may now be your queen, but I am also a wife who needs to be reclaimed by her husband. Fill me with your seed, Honey. Show me that you still love me, even after I took another man. I want to be yours again." She smiled softly and pulled her knees up to offer herself to me.

It was as if the morning sun itself had chosen to focus his light on her treasure. What glory! I was so privileged to possess it, even if only to share it. Overwhelmed by a sense of reverence, I moved into her embrace and sank smoothly into her. I felt her yield, and I began to slide in and out of her womanhood, my orgasm already starting to build.

"Don't hold back, My Love. Take everything. Give me all you have," she asked, and I immediately began to empty myself into her. Spasm after wonderful spasm rippled through my body as the semen which I had build up while waiting for her finally found release. I lost awareness of everything but the walls of her vagina milking my manhood of its tribute, the pleasure of my orgasm enhanced by the sure knowledge that I was serving my queen.

We cuddled in the warm light after that. I couldn't stop caressing her soft body, lost in worship. She laid back contentedly, delighted to accept my homage, no longer concerned about my pleasure. 

There was only one nagging thought that troubled me. I was overwhelmed by my feelings for her and could find no adequate way to express them. "Please, Darling, how may I show my love and my gratitude? How can I make you happy? I need to do more," I begged.

"Oh, Silly. You've made me feel wonderful. Truly, I feel like a queen," she replied. "I love how you adore me."

Still, I wanted to do more. And then I remembered that I had failed her last night, and I knew how I could demonstrate that I would always put her happiness before my own. I moved down her lovely body until I was once again worshiping before her lovely mound. "Would it please you?" I asked.

"It would, My Dear. It would be wonderful. Taste us both."

I smiled. All was well. I lowered my mouth to her soft, wet labia and began to drink lovingly from that most sacred chalice. 

... to be continued



My Wife, My Queen Ch. 04



This is the continuation of our journey into cuckolding. My wife, Laura, and I have taken our first, exciting steps on this path, and I wanted to share them with you.

- Jim

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I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. We had done it. After talking about cuckolding for months, she had finally taken her first lover two nights ago and we were both still glowing. Then, the next day, as we had celebrated our consummation, she had encouraged me to admit an even more closely held secret. Being her cuckold wasn't the limit of my fantasies. In truth, I wanted even more. I longed to worship her and to give myself over to her service. She'd always said that I treated her like a queen. I asked her to acknowledge that relationship openly and to claim her throne where she belonged. Happily, she accepted, and I vowed to gladly sacrifice my pleasure for hers. 

It was the culmination of everything I had dreamed about, but I still worried. Today was a new day that we would both be approaching with clearer heads. I felt confident that we would never go back to our prior vanilla lives. The prospect of cuckolding me clearly excited her too much. She had never expressed any reservations on that score at all. In fact, she was probably dreaming of all the new, hard cocks that would stretch her at that very moment. But would she embrace her new role at the head of our relationship? I couldn't shake the fear that she would find me weak and unappealing for wanting to lay myself at her feet. I knew she loved me as a husband. I didn't sense that she wanted to replace him with a slave.

I turned my head to gaze at my wife. She was so lovely. The white sheet flowed gracefully around her body, molding to her shapely, sleeping form. In my mind, nothing was quite as beautiful or as pure as simple nudity, but there was something so sensual about curves half hidden, half accented by a drape. She stretched, exposing her lovely pink nipples and the alabaster skin of her breasts. She was so fair and blonde, her beauty seemed almost ethereal. She was truly my goddess.

"Good morning, Darling," I said, reaching my arm over to lightly embrace her. I kissed her gently as she lazily woke from her dreams.

She smiled. "Darling? I thought I was your queen," and she flashed that wonderfully goofy grin that never fails to melt me.

I kissed her forehead softly. "You're right, of course. You are my queen. I wouldn't want it any other way. I guess I wasn't sure if that was just something that seemed right in all the excitement yesterday. Maybe you wouldn't be into it today." I brushed a stray hair from her forehead and kissed her again. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, Honey. Honestly. If this is just my fantasy, we don't have to do it."

"Shhh, Sweetheart," she said, touching her finger to my lips. "It's real. I've always loved the way you adore me. You make me feel so special. I think it's always been present between us. Let's go ahead and embrace it, OK? Just let go, and treat me the way you want. Go as far as you want. Don't be afraid. You'll make me happy. You always do. Besides," and there was that grin again, "what's not to like?"

I sighed with relief. "I'm so glad. I want this so badly, but I was afraid you'd have second thoughts."

"Honestly, why would I? Why wouldn't I want to be the center of your life? I am already, aren't I?" 

"Of course. It's just that I was afraid you'd find it weak of me. Maybe, you couldn't love a wimp."

"I know you're not a wimp, Dear, believe me." She draped her arm over my chest and looked into my eyes. "You're able and accomplished and I'm proud to be your wife. I'm also proud to be your queen. It's flattering to know that you find me deserving." She paused and sat up, chastely pulling the comforter to cover her lovelies. "You know, some of the cuckolding sites we've looked at speak of the husband as a knight. I didn't think much about it until now, but I can see how that fits us. Guinevere had Lancelot and the other knights of the round table. They weren't worms. They were the best men of their age, and they pledged their honor to her. That's us."

"I like that a lot, My Love," I said, kissing her hand with reverence. "You've seen to the heart of it, as usual. To tell the truth, I don't feel weak because of this. You give my life a purpose and a focus. I feel proud to serve you. I'm just amazed, though. I thought these were my fantasies and I was bringing you along. But you've been ahead of me every step of the way, haven't you?"

She snuggled back down and opened her legs slightly. "Would it surprise you to hear that this ties into some fantasies of mine, too?"

Without being asked, I began to softly trace her labia and kiss the rosy points of her soft breasts. She sighed. "That's nice. So gentle. I'm going to enjoy getting used to this." She chuckled and then silence ruled for a time as she focused on the pleasure between her legs. 

As her folds began to moisten and open to my fingers, I began to probe deeper, still not entering, but sliding my finger down through her slit to caress her opening. As I felt her hips rock forward to drive my fingers into her warmth, she spoke again. "I guess it's like a harem fantasy. I'm an empress, pampered and superior. My rooms are filled with men, all dedicated to my pleasure." She paused. "Hmm, slide all the way in, Honey," and then continued, "I gesture and one of them kneels and attends to my pussy with his lips. I don't even worry about coming. Who cares? He's there all day if that's my wish. I can have pleasure whenever, however I want. Orgasms are simply a matter of asking. The man between my legs has no where to go, no demands of his own. He'll spend the day with my juices smeared on his face. My pleasure is his world. I can simply bask in his attention with no thought of reciprocating. There is no guilt. And if it pleases me, I'll call another over, perhaps just because I like the feel of his hard cock in my hand. Am I frustrating them? Am I tiring them? It doesn't matter. I'm the queen and I only need to worry about myself." She gasped and slipped over into her first orgasm of the day. "See what it does to me, Honey? And I just love the thought that I can have any amount or degree of attention, any climaxes, any wicked fantasies I care to indulge. I'm going to wear you out, Dear, and when I feel like it, I'll just go pick out another cock or three. And I can! That's the incredible part!"

"Yes you can, My Queen," I said, my cock instantly hard and throbbing, "as many as you want. That is exactly how I feel. I don't want you to ever think about my pleasure. I want our entire focus to be on you. Your happiness would be mine. That thought turns me on so much."

"I know. Isn't it wonderful? And there's no reason we can't live that way, now that we know it's what we both want. So Honey, let's not second-guess ourselves anymore, OK? It's perfect, and I love that it excites you, too." She reached down and began to softly caress my chest. "You know, I am going to take lovers. You will always be first in my heart, but I'm not going to hold back. If I see a man that excites me, I'm going to take him with no guilt at all. He will fuck me, and I'll expect you to serve and attend. You'll have to embrace this life of cuckolding, because it won't be just an occasional spice. It will define our life together."

"Please, Honey. That's what I've dreamed of. Just take what you want from me and your lovers. You're going to have a host of men with big hard dicks, and I'll hold your hand while they take you." I was almost shaking as I knelt on the bed and pressed my forehead to her feet.

"One other thing, honey. I wasn't kidding yesterday when I said your cock was mine. That's part of the fantasy, too. I love the thought of you hard and aching, always ready for me. I never want to reach over and find you soft. I want you leaking and eager." She reached her hand toward me and I moved up to place my penis in her hand. "If this is to be about my pleasure, your body must always respond to mine. Were you to cum, it would mean that you had placed your happiness above my own, even if only for a moment. Understand?"

"I do, My Queen. I gladly turn my orgasms over to you to use as you please. My penis is yours." It was true, too. Her touch had inflamed me. This was exactly what I needed.

"There's something else you should understand," she said looking more serious. "If you haven't noticed, I love arousing you. I love making you crazy. I'm going to have a lot of fun teasing you. I'm sorry, Sweetie, but sometimes I'm going to make you suffer, just because it pleases me. I don't know how often I'm going to let you come. I just know I'm going to come a lot more than you will," she said with a wicked smile. "I feel so powerful when I make you desperate."

She began to run her palm along the underside of my penis as I knelt beside her, increasing the pressure until I could feel her driving me to orgasm. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the arousal. I didn't know whether I would cum or not. That would be her decision. I didn't need to worry about it. She would take my body wherever she wanted it to go. 

Within a few moments, I could resist no longer and began moving my hips to increase the stimulation. I was losing control, or rather, I was placing it in her hands. "Oh, My Queen," I moaned. "This feels so good. Pleeeease."

"Don't fight it, Baby," she cooed as she continued to stroke my shaft. "Don't think. Let me do the thinking. Just feel."

"I am, Honey. It's incredible. You're going to make me cum. I'm soooo close. I think I'm going to cum!"

And then, she stopped. I thought my heart was going to explode.

"Well, that was fun!" she said, beaming. "Feeling crazy, yet?"

I lay back for a moment, just pulling myself together. "In ten different ways," I said. "I love it, though, Honey. I want you to use my body in whatever ways please you."

"Oh, I will," she said. "In fact, I don't think we're quite done yet." And she began to slowly caress my swollen, feverish member again. In no time, she had me on the edge again, but sensing this, she slowed to a tease. She wasn't going to bring me to a boil so quickly this time. "You know, I wasn't completely honest with you before. Remember how I made you wait and didn't let you cum that first night?" (I remembered) "That night I cuckolded you, it turned me on so much to know that you were sitting at home, achingly horny, while I was getting so soundly fucked. I loved it. I'd never felt anything like it. You had showed me how much power I had and I finally accepted it. You won't believe it, but when I just rolled over and went to sleep, I felt like I could come again just thinking about how hard it must have been for you. The desire was coming off you in waves. Being evil was so much fun, I got wet all over again!"

"I was so glad you did it, My Queen. Honestly, I want you to indulge your whims. I'd love for you to just toy with me."

"Like now? she asked with an evil grin and then turned my face to look me right in the eyes. "You are suffering, aren't you? Be warned. You're going to carry a heavy cock today, Honey. I feel like playing."

"Please. Let me serve you," I whispered, desperately. "Can I make you cum again?"

"No need," she said, easing her teasing of my tortured penis. "I'll have plenty of opportunities today. But now, I'm ready to get this morning started." And just like that, she hopped out of bed, flashing that sweet, sweet fanny on the way.

I heard the shower start while I tried to regain control. I was aching and swollen with need. She peeked back around the corner, lighting me with a loving smile and a peek of a rosy breast. "Rest for a minute, Sweetheart, but then I'd like you to lay out some breakfast on the patio and then clean up a little. You can use the shower downstairs, if you want. I'm going to be a while."

Oh my God, how I ached! A wild part of me just wanted to leap into the shower with my wife and take my pleasure with her. She had teased me and just walked away? It hardly seemed fair. I just wanted to slam her pussy and empty myself into her. But I knew I wouldn't do that, fair or not. Instead, I lay back and pictured her lovely, soft body, wet and soapy under the shower, the water running down her breasts and dripping through the hair on her perfect mound. I had seen her in just that pose so many times before. But not today. Maybe not ever again, for all I knew. That thought brought me up short. I had handed her the power to choose. What if she decided I would never see her naked again? What if this had been the last time? How crazy would that be? Well, I might not know what future she would choose for me, but I did have a mission: to please her, and this morning, that meant breakfast.

I walked out to the patio, still dizzy with desire, unsure of my next step. It was hard to ignore my needs, but I tried to tell myself that they were no longer important. I found that it helped to remind myself that it was her penis now. No matter how full it felt or how it made me suffer, I still simply carried it for her. If her pleasure was a nice breakfast, then it would have to be mine now, too. Steadying, I picked up the broom and began to sweep away some leaves that had fallen during the night. Then, a cheery tablecloth and I could return to the kitchen for juice and toast. Soon, everything was ready and I stood by her chair to wait.

My wife entered wearing a light sun dress, hard nipples, and a devastating smile. "I'm pleased," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Let's have a nice breakfast together."

You know, I wouldn't have believed it possible, given what had come before, but we actually did have a pleasant breakfast. Feeling comfortable and natural, we ate and talked in the warm sunshine. It was so easy, it was obvious that she had been right again. We had been living this life all along. As I passed her some fruit and then searched the table for anything else she might want, I realized that I had always looked for ways to make her happy. This wasn't actually new, after all. We had just put a name to the idea.

Taking one final sip from her coffee, I watched, entranced, as she slid her chair from the table and gracefully pulled the hem of her dress up to the top of her luscious legs. "Come here, Sweetheart," she said sweetly, motioning to a spot on the floor in front of her. Easing her legs apart slightly, she continued, "I'd like to feel your lips on me, Baby, and then there's something we need to discuss."

Just what I wanted to hear. As I moved to kneel before her, my wife's sacred womanhood filled my vision. I leaned forward until my nose barely touched the neatly trimmed hair on her mound and paused to inhale her warm, moist scent before placing a gentle kiss at the top of her furrow. "I love worshiping your sweetness, My Queen. May I continue?"

"Please," she smiled, "but just softly. I don't want to get too messy before David gets here."

David? Had I heard correctly? Restraining the impulse to ask, I continued to kiss her sweet, soft labia. If she wanted me to know, I was sure she would tell me.

Reaching down, she placed her hand behind my head and pulled my lips more tightly to her treasure. I waited, my head enveloped in thighs and pussy. "David is my lover, sweet cuckold. Surprised?"

Not sure how to answer, I simply nodded and kissed her labia again.

For a moment, she pulled me in harder, deliberately rubbing her clit against my face. She had reduced me to an instrument of her pleasure, wetting me with her musk. When her motions slowed to gentle arousal, she continued. "While I was in the shower, I kept thinking about our concerns this morning. You know, was the other person happy with the direction we had taken? Did you really want me to cuckold you? Would I lead our relationship? It's silly, because we both knew the answers already. We were just tying ourselves in knots. So, I've decided that we're going to stop all that nonsense and only move forward from now on. No more looking back. That's why I've invited David over this afternoon. He's going to arrive at one, and I plan to spend the rest of the day being soundly fucked. That ought to clear things up, don't you think?"

I lifted my gaze and looked deeply into her eyes as I placed another kiss on her mound, fixed by our double connection. "I'm glad, My Queen. That was so wise. Let there be no doubt that I am your cuckold and you are my queen." I rested my arms on her naked thighs and raised myself up to speak. "He arrives at one, you said? How would you like me to prepare?" I asked, maybe a little too eagerly. I admit that it was a loaded question, for I really hoped that she would let me stay. I wanted to watch her face as she felt him stretch her.

"I'm sorry, Babe, but it doesn't sound like he's ready for that," she said, caressing my cheek. "I know how much you want it, but we'll have to wait until the timing is right. I can't have him too nervous to keep his hard-on, can I?" She flashed that grin again. "You want him to give me a good fuck, don't you?"

"I do, Honey. I guess I was just hoping. I'll plan to leave about 12:45. Will that work?"

"Perfect," she said. "That will be great. I can hardly wait to see him again." She paused, and looked me right in the eye. "I want you thinking about that, OK? While you're out and about, he's going to be pounding me with his long, thick cock. He's going to be making me cum and cum and cum, and you are going to be aching and desperate. As for me, I'm going to be thinking about how full and heavy you're feeling, frustrated and wondering exactly what he's doing to your wife. And when you get home, you're going to find me freshly fucked and messy. Think about all that. I want it on your mind."

"I will," I responded. "You really want me to suffer, don't you?"

"Yep. The only thing that's going to make this afternoon better is knowing that you're aching for me. You're going to be missing all of the fun I'm getting, and it's going to be playing on your mind. You're going to be driving around, wondering what it's going to look like when he slides back into me again, what my face looks like, what my pussy looks like, and you're going to get so hard. I'll bet it's going to drive you crazy, wondering exactly what we're doing. Honey, I know it's mean, but that makes me so incredibly wet. I'm loving this power you've given me. I'd say that I won't abuse it, but that'd be a lie. I know I'm going to abuse it. I just hope you're not going to regret making me your queen."

"No, Sweetheart. I know it's going to be so, so hard, but it's exactly what I want you to do. I want you to test me. I'll serve you in my denial. It's going to turn me on like you wouldn't believe. I don't know how I'm going to keep from exploding right in the middle of the hardware store, though."

"That's quite an image," she said, laughing. Then her eyes took on a different, more loving, character, and she took my hand. "I know I'm going to make you suffer today, Honey, but I do want you to know that I really do appreciate your sacrifice. Know that I'm not taking you for granted. Know also that I'm planning on pushing things hard today. First, because it's going to feel so good, but second, because I want this day to mark us indelibly, now and forever. We won't ever doubt after today. However, even though a queen may test her knight, she should also acknowledge his courage, and I'll do the same. I want you to know that I love you for this, and there will be a day in which I will honor what you endure for me."

"As you wish," I said, placing one more kiss on her musky womanhood before rising to my feet. 

What now? She was leaning back in her chair, perfectly relaxed and clearly anticipating the afternoon's adventure. Her dress was drawn up to her waist, forgotten, her lovely legs and sweet bush were exposed and free. She was completely at peace, while I was a mess, aroused, confused, and uncertain of what to do next. At that moment, I had something of an epiphany. Many times in these last, exciting days, my fears and desires had threatened to overwhelm me. Each time, I had found control only when I pushed my needs to the side and focused on her. And it hit me then, that this was how it should be. Even before we had started this wonderful journey to cuckolding, my instincts had always led me to put her first. It was my nature. No wonder that was where I found my center.




My Wife, My Queen Ch. 04



I knew what to do. "Let me straighten things up a little bit, My Dear," I said as I began to clear the table. "You probably want a little time to get ready for David."

She woke from her reverie and placed a kiss on my outstretched hand. "You're really wonderful, you know that? Let's get ready together. We'll pick up a bit while we're waiting for him to get here." 

I gathered the dishes and carried them into the kitchen while she left to straighten the living room. It was nice, working together like this, even if it was to get ready for her lover. I felt very close to her, then, and a sense of peace washed over me and my heart slowed to a normal rhythm. 

Of course, I should have known she wouldn't let me keep my composure for long. She was too much the tease. Once I had the loaded the dishwasher, I went into the living room to see if there was anything she needed. I found her standing in the middle of the room, lost in thought, the sun shining through her light dress and hinting at the glorious curves beneath. I was instantly hard.

She turned to me with a mischievous grin and asked, "I was just thinking of David's arrival. Do you think he'd get the idea if he found me like this?" And she walked over to the sofa and sensuously lowered herself over the end, never once breaking eye contact with me. As she eased forward, her dress rose slowly over her cheeks, exposing the lower curve of her bottom and a hint of her sweet labia peeking out between her legs. "What do you think?"

"You'll stop his heart, Sweetheart. He'll either drop dead or fuck you silly. You did say he was a young man, didn't you? Any history of coronary issues?" I tried to make light, but I wasn't kidding about the heart-stopping power of her ass. 

"Well, we can't risk that, can we?" she said, rising back to her feet and smoothing down her dress. "I need to get fucked. I'll just have to think of something else."

And so it began. We continued to do a little light work around the house and she seeming never lost a chance to remind me of what (or who) was coming. Once, when we were passing each other in the hall, she stopped me and ran her hand firmly down the outside of my pants. The contact practically brought me to my knees. I had been ready to pop all morning. 

"I'm glad you still remember me," she whispered in my ear, her hot breath further inflaming me. "I wouldn't want you to forget. You see, I'm a little randy myself." She reached down to run her finger through her slit and showed me the glistening result. "I love you, Sweetheart. Think of me, OK?" and smiling, she dabbed her slick finger just under my nose. Immediately, her scent surrounded me. For the remainder of the morning, whenever I felt that I felt myself getting lost in the work, some trick of the air would bring her mark to life and for a few moments I could think of nothing but her sweet pussy.

Finally, at about 12:30, I returned to our bedroom to insure everything was in order. I found her there, snuggled down in the sheets, clearly naked and waiting. "Here's another idea I had for David. What do you think? Should he find me this way? Maybe the traditional ways are best after all". She was beaming, clearly relishing the game.

Before I had a chance to answer, the doorbell rang. "Oh, my!" she said, in her best southern belle voice. "Would you be a darling and get that? I seem to be indisposed." 

So, like the good hubby I am, I clomped down to the door to see who it was, fully expecting some salesman. Didn't they appreciate that I was going to be cuckolded in less than an hour? Considerably less, as it turned out, for standing at the door was a nice, clean-cut young man carrying a bottle of wine. This was unexpected, but my reflexes took over and I opened the door without really thinking. What followed must surely have been comic for any flies that happened to be on the wall. Cuckold and lover stood gaping at each other, mouths open, but no words coming out.

Finally, I remembered my role as host and knight, and welcomed him in. "Are you David?" I asked, stepping aside. "I'm glad you came."

"Thanks," he said, and reached out for a handshake. We were both still on autopilot. Then, I could see his mind engage. "Jim? Listen, I can leave. Laura said you'd already be out. I don't want to cause a problem."

"I know. Don't worry. Honestly, we've been waiting for you all morning. Laura is practically vibrating with excitement. You really do it for her." I already got the sense I would like this man. Laura described him as a nice guy, and I could see it. I'm glad he wasn't some arrogant bull. I knew David was the sort to treat my queen as she deserved.

"That you do!" said a voice from behind us, as my wife strode into the room, naked and unselfconscious. Though nude, she'd never looked more like royalty. Both David and I stopped, stunned by the vision before us. "I'm so glad you two are getting along." She stood next to David and put her arm around her lover's waist. "I'm sorry to play this trick on you, but I really wanted you to meet. I figured that if we were always having to worry about you two bumping into each other, it would feel too much like sneaking around. It shouldn't be like that. I'm happy to have a lover and I'm not ashamed. In fact, I'm proud to have two such fine men. 

She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "How're you doing, Dave? It's great to see you. Ready for some fun?"

"Yeah," he said stiffly, clearly still not quite sure how to act in front of the man he was about to cuckold. "It's great to see you, too. But are you sure this is OK?" He paused for a moment, clearly struggling with his thoughts. "I've been kind of worried that I might be hurting you guys. As sexy as you are, Laura, I don't want to mess up your marriage. I know it's probably pretty late to say that, but it's been hard to think clearly." Then, he seemed to relax a little. "Seeing you naked isn't helping, either!"

"I know what you mean," I said. "Laura, I'm not sure you know the effect you have on us poor guys."

"Oh, I do," she chuckled, clearly not chagrined at all. I never knew what a tease my wife was until we opened this door. Now, here she was, standing proud, naked, and beautiful, completely at ease while her two lovers stumbled over themselves. She was loving it.

"Anyway, David," I continued. "It's great that you worry about us, but don't. Put your mind at ease. I know it sounds really odd, but nothing turns me on more than the thought of my queen being served by a young stud. I can't tell you how many times and many ways I've tried to imagine the two of you together. I just want to see her face when you enter her. Weird, huh? And I don't think I need to tell you how much Laura enjoys this."

"It's true, Dave." my wife added. "We've talked about doing this for months. It was just a fantasy for the longest time, but finally, we had to admit to ourselves that we it was something we had to try. Now that we've done it, we never want to go back. It's brought out the best in both of us. In fact, did you hear Jim refer to me as his queen? It was hard and it took a lot of time, but he's confessed that he wants to serve me and worship me, and it feels great to both of us. And we wouldn't have reached this point without your help. So, really, we're lucky to have you." 

She turned to him, then, and gently taking his face between her hands, pulled his lips toward hers. "Now, give me a proper kiss. It feels like it's been forever since I've had you inside me."

I watched, fascinated, as another man began to take possession of my wife. As they locked in a passionate kiss, his arms moved to embrace his lover, first pulling her into his chest, then sliding his hands down to cup her perfect ass.

"You two are so beautiful together," I whispered. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. "You look so happy."

They continued to kiss, ignoring my presence. David continued to run his hands over my wife's naked body, now cupping her sweet breasts. "I'm not sure I can wait much longer," laughed David, breaking the embrace. "Whew! I'm already losing it!"

I drew a breath. I knew it was wrong, but I had to ask. I was going to burst if I didn't. "Could I watch the two of you? You're so beautiful. I'm going to be going crazy waiting for you to finish. I know it's not what we talked about, but would it be OK?" I knew I was breaking down, but I couldn't help it. That's when I saw David stiffen, and I knew I'd made a mistake.

"Jim?" my wife demanded, looking displeased. "You're making our guest uncomfortable. I told you this wasn't the time." Taking my hand, she continued, "Now, who's happiness were you thinking of just now?"

I hung my head. "You're absolutely right, My Queen. I was thinking of myself, not you. I'm very sorry." I turned to David, his arm around my naked bride. "David, I'm sorry. That was wrong. I want the two of you to have a wonderful time. As much as I'd love to watch you, it's more important that you and Laura have fun together. I'm going to leave now. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

David put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Don't worry, man, really. I think I'm starting to understand. Look, I'm sorry I'm not ready for you to watch, but I'll give it some thought, OK? Right now, I just need it to be me and Laura."

"Isn't he nice?" said my wife, the sparkle back in her eyes. "Now, don't you worry about us. We're going to be fine. But I think it is time for you to go. I can't wait another minute to have him inside me. If you saw his cock, you'd understand." She moved into my arms for a quick kiss. "Now, wait until you see David's car leave before you come back, OK? And take your time. I don't think once is going to be enough." Then, she leaned in to breath in my ear. "And don't expect to cum tonight either, Mister. I'm going to tell you all about this afternoon and just leave you hanging. Do you know why?"

Her hot breath on my neck was more than I could bear. I felt like I could explode right there. "Why, Honey?" I responded obediently, though I thought I knew the answer.

"Just because I want to." Then, my naked wife stepped back into his arms of her lover. More confidently this time, he claimed her, continuing to run his hands across her skin. She melted into him, and it was clear it was time for me to leave. They had no more use for me.

I eased out the door, trying to manage the door quietly. One last look, and I was gone, but what a sight it had been. The last image I held of my hungry queen was of her hand sliding down up and down the front of his pants, stimulating the stiffness that was clearly apparent. He was going to be inside her within minutes, I could see.

Looking back on it now, I'm amazed. If I had told you that a naked woman would be in a room with two clothed men, you'd have thought she was the submissive, right? But my wife had managed to turn it around. There was no doubt who was calling the shots in that room. She was a sexual animal, she knew what she wanted, she was ready to be served, and she wasn't going to pretend or apologize to anyone. Magnificent.

I got into my car and drove away, but as I started to pull into traffic I realized just how frayed my nerves were. I wasn't fit to drive, really. I needed to calm down. So, I drove though a local fast food joint to pick up a soda and decided to park until I could collect myself.

As my mind began to clear I realized that there was more than simple arousal at work. Yes, there was a part of me screaming with desire, but mixed in with the images of my queen taking her pleasure were thoughts of nervousness and shame. I realized, as I sorted through my thoughts, that I couldn't shake the feeling that my queen was disappointed in me for the way I had pressured David. She had been completely correct. I had put myself before their pleasure, something I had promised never to do. I had failed her.

Rationally, I knew she would forgive me. We were still new to all this, after all. Still, I couldn't help beating myself up a bit. If only I had kept my mouth shut! Too late. It's not my nature to despair, though. I'm used to people looking to me to be the problem solver. So, once the initial wave of disgust had passed, I realized that there was something I could do to redeem myself. In fact, I thought, brightening, I might even win my queen's favor. I knew I was on the right path.

As before, once I "had my mind right", everything fell into place. My stomach settled and a sense of peace returned. At that moment, Laura and David were lost in each other's bodies. I only needed to think about them and making their experience perfect. All was well.

It was with confidence, then, that I started the car and drove back to our house. I knew that she had asked me not to return until after David had left, but I was sure she would be delighted by my plan. I opened our door as quietly as I could and moved into our study. There, I found paper and pen and composed the following note:

"David,

I'm so sorry that I made you feel uncomfortable earlier today. I know it must have been an unsettling situation for you, and the last thing I wanted to do was make it worse. Being cuckolded is so new and exciting for me, and I'm afraid that let myself get to caught up in the experience and lost focus on my role as host. I've been kicking myself ever since I left the house. Honestly, I want nothing more than for you and Laura to have a wonderful time, and for you to feel easy and welcome in our house.

I've always found that my wife's instincts are sound, and I believe she was right that we should get to know each other so that there's no uncertainty about your place in our lives. If you're willing, I'd like to ask you to stay for dinner. I'll grill some steaks, we'll drink some beer, and all three will have a chance to visit. Of course, I'll understand if you and Laura would just prefer to focus on each other today. So that I don't interrupt you, I'll assume I should stay away unless I get a text message from one of you.

Hope you and Laura are having a great time,

Jim"

Now for the fun part. I had to find a place to leave the note where they would find it. I tiptoed uneasily toward the bedroom, worried that they would sense me. Laura is a wonderful woman, but I wasn't sure how she would react if I were to intrude on their time together. It would be natural for her to conclude that I had snuck back into the house as a selfish voyeur, contrary to everything I had promised her. Everything might fall apart right then and there. Fortunately, I need not have worried, for as I approached the bedroom door, the sounds of their lovemaking drowned out my cautious footsteps. Short of setting off a firecracker, I was home free. Emboldened, I decided to slip the note partially under the door. 

Feeling more than a little ashamed for listening to their private time, I couldn't help pausing for a moment outside their door, overwhelmed by curiosity. Though I would have given a kidney at that point for X-ray vision, it turned out that I hardly needed it. Kneeling there, listening, I felt that I was with them.

The first thing I heard was a luscious, wet sound. Then I heard David's strained voice and heavy breathing. "Oh, Laura," He rasped. "Oh, Babe! You'd better stop! You're going to make me come all over your face." She must have stopped, for he continued. "Oh, man! You sure know how to suck cock. I want my first cum to be inside you, though. I've been thinking about nothing except how good it felt to enter you that night. Your sweet pussy just swallowed me up."

"Mmm," I heard my wife say. "I've been thinking of that a lot, too. It's just that I love the taste of your cock, and I didn't get enough of it that night. I was in such a hurry to fuck you." I heard more wet sounds and then some shifting on the bed. "You're right, though," she continued. "I'd kick myself if I didn't feel you filling me up again. Why don't you get inside me now? Let's take our time and really feel it."

The bed creaked a little more as they maneuvered into position. Then, I heard giggles that turned quickly to moans. "Let's take it slow, OK? I want to savor you this time," I heard my wife whisper to her lover. "I was so caught up in the excitement that night. This time, I want to feel every hard inch of my young lover's dick."

I could just picture what was happening. He was on top, slowly grinding into her wet pussy. She was spread wide, craving every inch he could feed her. I was so ready to be with them. I did have the feeling that David would weaken with just a little patience on my part. Maybe this dinner would do the trick. I knelt there a little longer, unable to tear myself away, when I was suddenly seized with a fear that they would catch me. I didn't know what would happen then. Hardly daring to breathe, I backed away and got out as quickly as I could.

My heart didn't slow down until I was out the door and back in my car. Once again, I didn't get far. I pulled over and reviewed every nanosecond of the last 15 minutes. I was afraid to lose even a moment.

Well, there was no doubt that she was loving the life. No signs of doubts from her. But then, should I have expected them? For some reason, I insisted on watching for signs that she was backing out, but she hadn't ever given the slightest indication. In fact, she was now fucking David expressly to erase all doubts. She really couldn't make it any clearer, though I'm sure she'd be willing. I wonder where she saw this going?

The rest of the afternoon was spent within two miles of my house. Once, I started to drive to the store, thinking that I could kill a little time. But as soon as I pulled into traffic I realized that every mundane decision on the road was distracting me from the scene that was playing out in my head. I'd never forgive myself if I forgot even an instant. I wanted today to be burned into my memory.

Finally, I just pulled over to the side of the road under a spreading tree. There, I gave myself over to the images that were flooding my mind. My cock was full and aching. I'd never thought it was possible to come without touching, but I could almost have believed it at that moment. Oh, my god how I wanted to be there! I wanted to hold her while he pounded into her. I wanted to wipe the sweat from her brow. I imagined her convulsively clutching my hand as his cock pushed her to orgasm. And then I could almost hear the soft kisses as they embraced in post-orgasmic sweetness, ignoring my existence. Ignoring my needs.

I wondered what they would think of my note. What if they didn't find it? Would they be angry if they did? Maybe my queen would think I was trying to manipulate them or insert myself in their play. Did I just screw up? I felt a sick fear in the pit of my stomach. Oh, how could I have done something so stupid? I tried to tell myself that nothing ventured, nothing gained, but the panic washed over me. I was spiraling deeper and deeper into darkness until the sound of my phone beeping pulled me back to the present. The message was here! 

"You're sweet. Come at four. Bring beer for David. - Laura"

Have I ever been so happy to buy groceries? I was elated and it seemed that everyone picked up on my mood. I helped an old lady pull something from the shelf. The clerk at the register beamed as I went by. I was a fucking beacon of well-being! It was pretty funny, though. What would they have said if they had known the true source of my joy? Hey everyone! My wife is going to let me fix dinner for my her and her lover? Priceless.

Driving up to the house, I was certainly nervous, as you might expect, but it was amazing how quickly everything felt natural. David and my wife were in light robes, she having lent him one of mine, and we spent a lovely summer evening together on the deck. David and I downed a few brews while I grilled the steaks, and I truly did find myself liking him. I mean, I would have tolerated anyone but a total boor, provided he made Laura happy, but it was much more than that. NFL training camps were just about to start, and we found plenty to talk about with the rookies and free agents that were joining the local team. 




My Wife, My Queen Ch. 04



Dinner was a relaxed affair, and we lingered until the light started to fade. My wife sat with David on one side of the table, while I held down the other. From time to time, she would lean into him or whisper in his ear, and they shared a private chuckle. That was perhaps the hardest part, seeing the real intimacy that had already grown between them. Had I made a mistake? Was I going to lose her to him? For a moment, I thought my heart would break even though my cock was ready to burst out of my pants. Cuckolding does weird things to your mind.

Finally, dinner was done and I gathered the plates up and made my way to the kitchen. As I was straightening up a bit, I was surprised that my wife joined me. Giving me a big hug, she said softly, "Thanks, Jim. That was a great idea. I really appreciate your helping to make David and I more comfortable together." Then, she slid her hands to grasp my hardness and gave me a wicked look. "You're really a cuckold now, aren't you, Honey? Do you realize you just fixed dinner for your wife and her young lover? That's pretty cool, don't you think? And you know, it's about to pay off for you in a big way. Your thoughtfulness really meant a lot to David and he's come up with a way to make it up to you. I think he felt really bad about not letting you stay today, but he really is kind of shy." She got an excited look on her face that made her look like a little girl getting her first pretty dress. "Fortunately, he's pretty smart, too, and he's thought of a way for you to watch us fuck!"

She leaned in for a soft, breathy kiss, and then taking my hand, she led me back to the deck. While we were gone, David had removed the lid to our hot tub and he soaked there, watching us both intently. Laura motioned me to a dark corner of the deck, where I noticed that a chair had been thoughtfully placed. Once I was seated and ready, Laura gave me an excited wave and then let her robe drop to the deck. Naked and confident, she stepped into the hot tub and into David's embrace.

They stayed that way together for a while, kissing and laughing softly, until I ceased to exist for them. Then, they seemed to reach a mutual decision. As David lay back in the tub, my wife straddled him and reached between her legs for his hardness. Then, closing her eyes in concentration, I could see her begin to impale herself on his rod. As David must have planned it, I couldn't see any of the naughty bits, but I was treated to something even more erotic. Without the obvious bits and pieces to distract me, I found myself focusing on Laura's face as she took her lover's hard cock into her body. With eyes closed and brow furrowed, I could see her maneuver his penis into position. Then, her expression became even more intent as she pressed down on the welcome intruder until she opened up to him. Finally, the tension washed out like someone had opened a drain and her eyes were clear again. He was in.

Her eyes closed briefly, this time in pleasure as she felt her prize embedded deep within her body. Then, as David reached up to take her breasts in his hands, she turned to me with a smoldering smile. "He's taking me, Sweetheart. Do you see it?" She began to grind her pelvis slowly against him and I knew she was rubbing her clit against the roughness of his pubic hair. "He's so deep inside me. I love fucking him so much. Oh, Baby! Do you like watching your woman get fucked? I hope so, because you're going to see it a lot."

Continuing to move against him, she leaned down to kiss his forehead before placing one of her nipples in his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, lost in their feelings, eyes closed, as the pleasure built. I could see her breathing start to catch as her orgasm approached. I was transfixed. His hands and mouth were mauling her breast now as they moved faster and faster together. That's when he took charge, all caution to the wind, and flipped her around to take her from behind. She thrust out her hips like a female in rut, offering her pussy to her man. He moved in quickly and took her, pumping fast. I could see his long cock disappearing into my wife. They climbed together, the tension so great I could hardly breathe, until finally, he released into her with a growl. The feeling of her male pouring his seed into her was all it took to send Laura over the edge as well. After a few more token thrusts it was over, and they collapsed, his body still covering and possessing hers. 

She rolled her head to face me, then, her eyes shining in triumph. "He's taken me, my sweet cuckold. He's taken your wife." Then, closing her eyes and relaxing, she murmured, "Why don't you give us a few minutes, Jim? We'll need to say our private goodbyes. That's not for you. I'll find you in the bedroom, OK?"

I got up and said goodnight to David. He seemed a little sheepish now that he'd come down. I don't think he intended for me to see as much as I did. But, I thanked him profusely for letting me watch, and he seemed to relax and accept what had just happened. It probably didn't hurt that my wife was hanging all over him, planting little kisses on his neck and shoulders and describing how good he had made her feel.

With one last wave to the happy couple, I obeyed my queen and left for the bedroom, only to encounter another of those "What's the right etiquette for the man waiting for his wife while she says goodbye to the young lover who just fucked her silly" moments. Finally, I decided that it just felt ridiculous for her to find me as I was, sitting fully-dressed and awkward on the edge of the bed. I removed my clothes and lay back on the cool sheets. It felt much better to be naked, and I thought she'd probably enjoy seeing how hard she had left me. So, I relaxed and played the events of the day over and over in my head until I heard her light footsteps in the hall.

"There's my man," she said warmly. "Looking pretty nice, too, I might add," and she strode confidently over to the bed and slid her naked body in next to mine.

"You were magnificent, My Queen," I whispered as I embraced her warm, nude form. My cock was swollen and leaking, but at that moment, I just wanted to express my love and admiration through the gentle touch of my hands. I caressed her back and trailed light kisses on her neck and the tops of her sweet breasts.

"And so were you, My Knight," she answered. "Inviting David for dinner was a wonderful way to bring him into our household. What a great day! He really had his way with me, didn't he? And you know, it was great because that first night almost didn't feel real. Having him again in the clear light of day gave it all substance. I've learned a bit about what he likes, what he smells and sounds like, and he's started to learn about my body, too. He's really my lover now."

Then, reaching down, she softly wrapped her long fingers around my aching member and began to slowly stroke me. "Did you get to see his penis? Isn't it nice? It feels awfully good inside me, Honey, but then, so does yours." And moving gracefully to her knees, she moved to straddle me.

"I wonder how different you'll feel," she continued, slowly lowering herself onto my cock. After a few moments of moving experimentally she murmured, "Mmm. I've got to say you're pretty nice, too. He might be a little longer. He did seem to scratch an itch I didn't know I had." Concentrating, she began to slowly grind against me, moving her hips carefully, obviously comparing her two cocks.

She continued slowly and deliberately fucking me while discussing in ever more detail the subtle differences she was feeling. Then, starting to move more forcefully, she began driving toward orgasm, describing with greater and greater urgency the animal feeling of having him take her so roughly right in front of me. "I was like a bitch in heat, Jim. I *needed* to be fucked. I *needed* you to see him mate me and own me." She was starting to loose control, panting and ready to slip over into another climax, but by then the excitement had been much too great for me. 

"Oh, Laura, I'm sorry!" I moaned and I spilled my seed inside her. Having her so methodically compare me to her lover followed by the breathless re-telling of the savage rut I witnessed was more than this poor cuckold could bear. "I tried, Laura, I really did. I'm so sorry I couldn't last."

"Oh, my silly cuckold," she answered gently, caressing my face. "It was too much for you, wasn't it? I know." Then, letting my softening member slip out of her wetness, she took my hands in hers, while continuing to straddle my hips. "Now, Honey, I don't want you to feel too badly. You did very well today. Still, I didn't give you permission to cum, did I?" She sounded like a mother lecturing a small boy.

"No, you didn't my Queen," I responded, feeling ashamed. "I'll try harder..."

"Shhh," she interrupted. "It's OK. But I also want you to understand that being in my pussy is a privilege, not a right. When I let you in, it's for a reason. So, if you can't control yourself, if I can't trust you to put my pleasure first, well, maybe we'll have to hold off until you're ready."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "Do you mean..."

"Yes, My Knight. This could be the last time you enter me. Think about that. I'm going to be getting plenty of sex. We know that. There's really no reason for me to let you inside. So, I'd suggest you find a way to stay focused on my needs."

"I will, Dear, I will," I promised, still stunned by the possibility. "I know I screwed up, but I'm going to get better at serving you. Honestly. You're my life, my wife, and my queen. I always want to put you first."

"I know you will, my sweet hubby. Still, I think it will be best if this is the last time for a while. I'll let you in again when you've convinced me you're ready to behave."

"Yes, My Queen," I answered humbly, my eyes downcast. "You're right. Please test me. Give me the chance to prove I'm worthy."

"It's settled, then," she said with satisfaction. "My pussy is just for David and my lovers, now," and then taking my face in her hands, she brought my eyes back to hers. "I know you're up to the challenge, Dear, and I'm looking forward to the day when you can take me again."

Then, I watched in eager fascination as she slid her knees up over my shoulders and centered her wet, well-fucked pussy over my mouth. "Well, let's put all of that behind us, shall we? It's time to renew your service, and I have a special treat for you. There are three of us to clean up tonight, Dear. Taste us all." And she lowered her warm, musky treasure to my lips.