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Quean for a Day: Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-12-23 00:08:56 +0000 UTCA couple of hours later I am in my rig and on the road reflecting on what happened back at the house from the moment I woke up with Sarah’s lips around my cock to the moment I smooched her soft lips and headed out for the night. Her riding me, her loose cunny, her showing me that video with the timer, her teasing, all of it. I still felt as sexually gratified and as full of that strange exhilarated energy as any other time she and I messed around with my fetish but today the experience didn’t bundle up as neatly as usual in my spirit. There was a loose thread still dangling. Even now my balls hummed by the intensity of my orgasm but there was something in my husbandly ego that had not been fully satiated. The mere act of ‘reclaiming’ her, my absolutely favorite part of our new kinky interest, hadn’t quite been enough for me tonight.
Perhaps it was because deep down I felt I hadn’t actually reclaimed her properly. She’d said it jokingly after being with Emile that, though her heart and soul was mine alone, her body was not properly mine again until I had made love to her as many times as her latest lover. It was said as an offhanded tease, a flirtation to spur me into another round of sex, I’m not even sure she remembers saying it, but once she it was spoken it had been etched into my soul like a cuckold commandment. Was it because that I knew in that video she showed me that she and Richie fucked at least one more time after the one recorded so I felt that I was down on the scorecard? Was it because they were still going at it hard and heavy at the point that I busted so that in my mind Richie was still the one to have her last? Was it because that timer displaying to me my shortcomings in real time and to the fraction of a second had shook my mojo harder than I’d been prepared for? That video had seriously short-circuited my wiring so that might have been a factor, but it didn’t explain this feeling entirely. Perhaps it was because in our three minutes of joy I hadn’t given Sarah, who was notoriously easy to please, an orgasm. I don’t think it was that either as I’d given her climax aplenty down in the kitchen. Although…not with my manhood.
After taking my wife to the kitchen floor I surprised us both by not actually fucking her. I ate the FUCK out of her sweet freshly fucked pussy, but I did not make love to her. And I couldn’t say why. I don’t think I wanted another quickie, which was all we had time for. And perhaps I wasn’t ready to feel her still a bit stretched from her toy again, reminding me of my competition. And though I loved every bit as much as I told her I did, my bruised pride definitely wasn’t eager to hear more teasing tonight.
I think…that I wanted her as she normally was. That I wanted my everyday Sarah. That I wanted her with enough time to actually give her a proper performance. That I wanted to show her that I was still her man and she was still my woman. In short, I think I felt that things were left unfinished because Sarah and I hadn’t truly made love in the fuller meaning of that term.
Whatever the reason that pesky loose end left me feeling prickly, distracted and horny as hell. It brought back memories of those agonizing nights back in November when Sarah was effectively footloose and fancy free while I had zero outlet for my excess passions. At some point in the very near future Sarah was going to experience her Papa Bear unleashed once more.
A grumble in my belly reminds me that it was lunch time. By habit I go to reach for my kit only to remember that I hadn’t brought a lunch today. I was too busy chowing down on pussy for either Sarah or I to pack me some grub. After thinking about where I wanted to eat for only ten seconds I change lanes to head to the all night truck diner I’d eaten at the night before. There were closer places but none that I was interested in tonight.
As I cruise it dawns on me that I never mentioned bumping into Annie to Sarah. Funny that. Usually something like that would have been at the top of my list for our pre-work catch-up session as I generally had very little to report. But between sex, her telling me about her day, my odd daydreaming, and the rest of the time with my tongue engaged in more important things I just hadn’t had the opportunity to bring it up.
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Stepping into the restaurant I scan the place for any familiar faces. All I see is a half dozen grizzled truckers and bleary eyed travelers from off the highway, only one of which I sorta knew. I give him a wave and wait for the server. It wasn’t the sort place that you had to wait to be seated but where I was sitting was going to be determined by the server. I didn’t even know if Ann was working tonight. She hadn’t mentioned it either way.
I’m only left to wait a moment as out of from the kitchen comes my old acquaintance with a platter of food looking just as fine as she had the day before. Her face lights up the moment she spots me. I give her a nod and head toward the same spot by the kitchen as last night as she serves a table.
“Well look who it is.”
“Forgot my lunch.”
Having said our reunion hellos the night before I wasn’t prepared for another hug, but I get one nonetheless. Not that I am complaining. Lean, light, and lithe, her body felt nice against mine.
“Forgot your lunch? Sure ya did.” She jabs my chest. “You just wanted to see my smiling face again?” She flashes a big cheesy grin up at me that gives me flashbacks to girl I once knew. Her mature looks were stunningly different from that nerdy child yet there was still a hundred charming little details and gestures that connected the one to the other. “Admit it.”
“That musta been it.” I chuckle. “Oh. Is someone already sitting here?”
“Nah.” She says, clearing a textbook, some notes and a laptop from off the table. “Just my homework. Sit down.”
“Nursing?” I deduce her program from the title of her textbook.
“Yeah.” She says. I flip my mug right side up as she steps away a moment to return with the coffee and a menu. As she pours mine and refills the one she had going she continues. “Hard work but good pay and high demand.”
“It’s a damn good career.”
“And a guaranteed one.” She says. “I’m two outs and two strikes at the end of the inning. This one’s gotta hit.” Sliding the menu to me she settles in across the table. “I thought maybe I might work in corrections.”
“Oh yeah?” I say as I stir my sugar and cream into the black brew.
“Yeah.” She stretches and rubs the back of her neck, only now am I seeing the dark circles beneath her eyes. “Medical care on the inside absolutely fucking sucked. At least where I was.” Shrugging she says. “I thought maybe I could make a difference. Yeah, they fucked up. Yeah, they’re criminals. But they’re still people, ya know?”
“Yeah.” I say. “That’s…actually really cool.”
“What can I get ya, big fella?” She asks.
“Eh, not sure.” I say as I look at the menu for the first time. “Rest a sec. I’m in no hurry.”
“No argument here.”
“You look tired.” I say. “Sorry, I mean you look great…really great…”
“Oh yeah?” She raises a brow.
“…just tired is all. You okay?”
“Yeah. Burning your candle on both ends wears on a gal.” She sighs. “It’s not so bad though. I bust my ass through the week but I get my weekends free and clear. And it’s just for a couple years.” Sitting up she smiles warmly. “Thank you for asking. Thank you for even noticing.”
“Of course.”
Leaning close she studies my face, shoulders and chest then says. “You’re looking pretty great yourself, David.”
“Oh!” I bluster and blush at the unexpected compliment. “Aherm, thanks.”
“I guess we were both late bloomers, huh?”
“Me!?”
“Yeah you.” She laughs and slaps my hand. “You were as big as a house, sure, but that baby face of yours! All round and cute and pudgy.”
“Ha ha ha! Cute? Me!? CUTE!? That’s a first.”
“You were!” She laughs with me. “Not like hot guy cute mind you. More like…puppy dog cute.”
“HA! Oh gee, thanks.” I exclaim. “I guess that explains my lack of dates.”
“Eh. It wasn’t for everyone but some girls like puppy dogs.” After pausing a beat she says. “It was like you had a big baby head on this giant man body.”
“Baby head!?” I guffaw. “Hey now! Ha ha ha! No need to get personal.”
“Just sayin.” She snickers. “You were like the Hulk with a Jigglypuff face.”
“Ha ha ha!”
“Like Kirby ate Donkey Kong but just from the neck up.”
“Okay! Okay! I get it! Ha ha ha!”
“Oh my God. When you guys all decided to grow mustaches in the tenth grade! I never saw anything so ridiculous.”
“Don’t remind me! Ha ha ha!” I slap the table, inadvertently turning heads. “What about you then?”
“What about me?” Her chin rises. “I was perfect!”
“You were so tiny that every time there was a stiff wind I worried you’d be blow away.”
“I had to put rocks in my pockets.”
“You were so skinny I thought you’d fall down the storm drains.”
“You forget about my abnormally large noggin back then. Saved me a trip to the sewers more than once.”
“Pffft. He he he!” I lean back and rub my laugh-sore ribs. “I guess nobody looks their best in high school, huh?”
“Not us late bloomers, that’s for sure.” She says. “You do look good, David. You really grew into yourself. The beard suits you. It’s…rugged.”
“Well, thanks.” I say, my chest swelling at the compliments. “And, yeah. You too. You’re like…gorgeous…or somethin.”
“Somethin’s better than nothin I guess.” She raises her mug. “To late bloomers.”
“Late bloomers.” I clink mine to hers.
Despite myself, as I take my sip I admire her slim yet shapely figure, her drop dead gorgeous face, and those deep, dark eyes a man could get lost in. She hadn’t just bloomed. She emerged from the ashes of adolescence like a phoenix.
After lowering our coffees a quiet moment followed where we just sorta…stare. She pulls the menu away. “Never mind this. What are you in the mood for? Name it. If we got the fixins I’ll have the General put it together for ya.”
“The General?”
“Night cook.” She says, lowering her voice. “Crusty, bitter old bastard. He gave a leg for his country in Afghanistan and he never lets anybody forget it. But he’s a good egg. A pickled egg, but a good one.”
“Ha! Doesn’t sound like he’d take too kindly from ordering off menu.”
“Are you kidding? You’ll make his whole night.” She says. “He gets so damn bored with burgers and chicken strips. How about it, David? What are ya yearning for?”
I lick my lips as my eyes wander by their own will and my wife’s voice echos through my memory. ‘Aren’t you even curious? Don’t you ever even look at another woman and…imagine?’
“Ahem.” I clear my throat and force my eyes back to hers, though there was no way she hadn’t seen them roam. “Fajitas?”
Her smile grows, just a little. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Comments
Grimbous
😏
nope
Quean? Hah, I noticed the thingy.
Beckendwarf
Injured pride + a wife wanting to explore? This can only be a recipe for something hot on the horizon
