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Queen for a Day: Part 9
🕑 Added 2025-01-27 00:27:44 +0000 UTCThe next week and a half flies by. In that time life is as it always is, on the surface at least. Sarah works the days, I work the nights, and we share what time we can together where our schedules allow and on the weekend. But beneath the calm surface things were churning.
I had visited Annie four more times at the diner and to say that we were getting along well would have been an understatement. We were comfortable together, we made each other laugh, we were both good listeners, and we shared a lot of similar memories and values from our upbringing. The chemistry between us went far beyond my ulterior motive for reconnecting with her as a genuine friendship had begun to blossom. Because of my respect for her and the relationship we were building, which was far more important to me than simply getting her in the sack, I proceeded with ‘the plan’ slowly and cautiously. The times that I did test the waters and drop in a saucy quip or a subtle flirtation Annie was right there to pick it up and serve it back again with a wink or a giggle. We’d even begun texting each other jokes and memes and little updates on how our nights were going.
I could have tried to push things quicker if I wanted to but I liked how things were going just as they were. To my surprise I wasn’t intimidated or worried about rejection like I might have been in my youth. As an already happily married man who was still head over heels in love with his soul mate I felt sort of invincible as I dipped back into the world of dating. It was an incredibly liberating feeling, almost a super power. It wasn’t for lack of confidence that I didn’t hurry things along. The real truth of the matter was…I was savoring the chase. Ann was strong, beautiful, funny, and sexy as fuck. She was a quarry worth the hunt. After so long of being blind to the allure of other women it was a heady experience to open that part of my libido up again.
Occasionally I did worry that after sleeping together the easy camaraderie between Ann and I might become strained or awkward, but deep down I didn’t think it would happen that way. In fact I kind of liked the idea of us having a night of passion in our history together to form another memory to share in years to come. The way she and I got along was already similar to a couple who had split on amicable terms and remained close friends. It almost seemed odd that we hadn’t hooked up already.
My days too had changed. What started as a bit of internet research had turned into a full blown sexual training regimen. In the times I used to spend jerking off or reading erotic stories I now filled with instructional videos and blogs on how to pleasure women. Wanting to learn from the experts I focus on content made by women and for women which turns out to be educational in more ways than the obvious. Right away I noticed how the approach was slower and softer and how the focus was not just on the act of love-making itself but entailed EVERYTHING around it as well. Sure it was important to know to know how to eat a pussy but I also learned the more valuable lesson that, for many women, the most erogenous organ was between their ears and not their legs.
Along with the mental preparation I was also putting myself through physical training as well as a stamina regimen I’d found. The training consisted mostly of kegel exercises and some yoga for strength and flexibility. On the stamina side I was learning what it was to edge, how to use the stop-start technique, and just generally listen to the signals my body was giving me. I had gotten so serious about it that I was even tracking my masturbation times, trying each time to better my personal best. I had to confess that it had become a fun little challenge and it allowed me to actually appreciate the porn that I watched instead of being so laser focused on racing to the most efficient climax.
As for Sarah and I, once her ‘time of the month’ had come and gone we were going at it like rabbits once again. As they had been ever since November our libidos continued to burn red hot. Though I was sorely tempted to test what I’d learned I restrain myself and stick mostly to my old ways for a little while longer. I don’t exactly know why but something inside of me wanted to unleash the new David on Ann first before turning those skills onto Sarah. I wanted to hold something special back for the occasion. Not just to impress Ann, but Sarah as well. Sarah had said that she wanted to be here if Ann and I ever got together I didn’t know if that meant she actually wanted to be in the room watching us fuck but if that is what she was thinking I wanted to prove to her then that her old Papa Bear still had some tricks she hadn’t seen.
With the progress with Ann looking like it was going to be another month or more before anything actually happened Sarah and I had a decision to make as it pertained to March. Did we let the month pass quietly or did we look for another adventure? In the end Sarah left it up to me, though I suspect she knew only too well that my fetish fueled cravings would steer me to the latter. If that is what she was thinking, she was right! I’d avoided cuck and hotwife material for the past couple of weeks and the little cuckold devil inside of me was STARVING and begging to be fed.
“Yes.” I say. “We should do something this month.”
“I thought you might say that.” She giggles as a slender fingers swirls across my chest. “What are you thinking?”
“Hotwife!” I blurt far too quickly, which makes me blush. “Um…”
She giggles and pinches my belly. “My man knows what he likes!”
“I mean… We could do something else.”
“We’ll see.” She looks up with big twinkling blue eyes. “When do you want to do it?”
“Uh, next weekend?”
“Uh uh.” She shakes her head.
“No?”
“You and I have a full schedule I’m afraid.” She winks. “I’m ovulating next weekend.”
“Ohhh!” I laugh. “Right.” Pretending to jot onto my phone schedule I say. “23rd and 24th, Baby-makin.”
“Family comes first.” She giggles. “And I don’t want to risk any other partners while I’m fertile. It’ll have to be the next weekend.”
“Mm.” I say. “I’m helping Dad with his roof then, weather permitting.”
“Oh.” She sighs as the wind is taken from our sails. “The weekdays are too hard to arrange with our schedules. I guess we won’t be naughty this month after all. That’s okay.”
I stare at her a moment, the yearning inside of me not allowing to give up so quick. “Or…”
“Or?” She perks up again.
“Well…” I shrug. “There’s always this weekend.”
“This weekend!?” She laughs. “This weekend’s already halfway over! AND I already told Leigh I’d hang out with her tomorrow. I’ve already had to jam on her twice, I can’t do it again.”
“Tonight then.”
“Tonight!?” She gives my arm a soft swat. “It IS tonight.” Walking her fingers up my shoulder she says with an impish grin. “We could always use Steve. He he he. He’s been reeeeal lonely lately.”
“Mmm.” I smile. She referred, of course, to our cock sheath named after a hung guy we’d met at the nudist resort. I couldn’t deny being tempted by cucking myself again with the big toy, but…the demon wanted more. After last month, after seeing the deed live and in person, I was craving the real thing. The memory of last month’s adventure dancing in my mind I turn my eyes toward my phone. Part of me warned me off as I was still grappling with the first time, but another louder voice urged me on. It seemed to be coming from my cock that was already stirring in my shorts. They’d already done it once, why not twice? Oh God! The thought of Sarah moaning beneath another man…! “Or…”
“Or?” She raises a curious brow.
Picking up the phone I show it to her. “We could always order in. He’s a phone call away.”
“The grocery boy? Again?” She titters. “David!”
“It’s an option.”
“I just knew having him on call was going to be too easy for you to resist.”
“Emile might not even be working.” I say. “Besides, we could use some milk and bread.”
“You’re incorrigible!”
“Is that a no?”
She holds her hands up and says. “I said I was leaving it up to you.”
“Maybe we order and see if he shows up and decide from there?”
“Up to you.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“Maybe.”
“You think we shouldn’t?”
Her lips curling into a smirk she shrugs. “I never said that.”
“Then you want to do it then?”
“Never said that either.”
“Sarah!”
“I fully support whatever you decide.” Crossing her arms she sits back and with an amused grin the sweetest woman in the world watches her husband squirm. “So what’s it going to be, cucky bear?”
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Grimbous
A detour I know, but I figured the David and Sarah series is primarily a hotwife/cuckold series so I should throw a bit of 'meat to the base' before moving onto the main event.
