The Quean of Wales

Paul chose that narratively convenient moment to come back into the room, almost dropping the beer he carried when he saw the sight of his wife, head lolling back on the sofa, moaning, in a puddle of her own squirt, with the delicious blonde woman sat next to her, naked and beautiful, fingers deep inside his wife. 

“Holy shit, what did I miss out on?” 

“Nothing babe” CJ grinned “She was just showing me how turned on she is by the idea of what’s about to happen.” 

“What’s about to happen?” Paul asked, slightly apprehensively, but his eyes out on stalks, staring at us both. 

“Sarah, why don’t you tell Paul what you just told me? What you want to happen?” 

I breathed hard and answered after a moment “I want to watch you with her Paul. I’m so high I could never cum like this, but it feels so so good to just sit here and watch you enjoy yourself, CJ doesn’t...” 

“Shh babe” she cut me off “Did you find her toys?” He said he did “So why don’t we set her up in the chair opposite the bed and she can entertain herself with them while I find out who this man is that she’s kept to herself for far too long...” 

“Yessss” was all I could manage, but it was enough. CJ took the little bag from Paul, rummaged around and found my lush and my wand. I’d have dearly loved the hush in as well, but I hadn’t bought that with me, Paul was quite fastidious about cleanliness usually and butt stuff had long been off the table for him. 

She led me to the chair, put down a towel and helped me sit. She plugged in the wand and then made me giggle by putting the lush in her mouth, sucking on it seductively and then sliding it easily into my pussy. I was like a doll by this stage, pliant and pliable, she arranged me how she wanted me, kissed me and then turned her back on me. 

“Paul babe, take your clothes off and sit down on the bed will you, I’m going to show you just what I can do with a cock when your wife isn’t interfering.” He did as he was told, sitting on the end of the bed. CJ knelt on the floor and began sucking his already rock solid cock.  

All I could see was her svelte backside and blonde hair covering her back, as she bobbed up and down gracefully. I turned on the lush, shifting and lifting my leg up, sitting on my heel. This was my absolute favourite position, it allowed me to grind my cunt on my heel which felt good enough as it was, but it also pushed the lush into exactly the right spot. I couldn’t see much, but I could hear everything and I moaned in pathetic need. I was thrilled this was happening, but I’d had a weird twinge of jealousy when she turned her back on me. 

CJ stopped after a minute, “shove up a bit will you, get on the bed properly” He complied, almost as compliant as me, still not quite able to believe this was happening. He slid to the end of the bed and she crawled up onto it and resumed her cocksucking, on all fours this time. Now I could see nothing but his feet, her legs and her naked arse as she worked on him. She was so beautiful I thought, I’d have killed to have a tight little bum like that, even her little hole was neater than I imagined mine was. I could see the outline of her clit between her legs. Mine was tiny and almost invisible. Hers was noticeable in that position and I was jealous, I had been ‘blessed’ with enormous breasts and a big round backside, but I always wished I had a little more visible down there, to play with, but as I rubbed my own watching them, I soon ceased to care. I was hypnotised by her arse and the moans my husband was making as she deepthroated him over and over again.  

I was humping my heel and rubbing my clit, almost completely zoned out when I realised CJ was changing positions. She crawled up my husband's body and then turned, planting her arse on his face “Lick”, and then she bent down again and slid his cock right into her throat again. My husband was 69ing a woman we met yesterday. We had never, ever done that with each other. She was looking at me while she went down on him, and she paused. 

“You’ve never had this from him have you babe?” She used a patronising tone, “It’s because you can’t suck his cock like I can. Because he wants my little arse in his face far more than he’s ever wanted yours.” She laughed, and then swallowed his cock once again. 

The jealousy hit me, carried by a wave of euphoria, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing and I was a little shocked but in my current state all the shock did was enhance what I was feeling. I needed a rest from the grinding, so I straightened out my leg, turned on the wand and shoved it against my clit, my head lolling back against the chair for a moment before I forced myself to look back at them. She was moaning into his cock as she sucked it, I couldn’t hear Paul at all but I imagined he was doing the best he could with his inexpert mouth. She was right, we’d never done that, and he hadn’t gone down on me for years and years. He’d had almost as little practice as me. 

“Are you enjoying this Sarah? Are you enjoying watching your man play with me? I know he’s enjoying it, I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth and I can feel his moans in my cunt, he’s desperate to cum, he’s trying really hard not to though, I think he wants to make this last as long as he can, and why wouldn’t he? He doesn’t get this with you, does he? Only with me!” 

I knew she was playing up to me, to make it better for me, but it felt so real and it hurt to hear that, but in a masochistic way, it hurt to hear it but it just made my intoxicated body pulse with desire. 

“Should I let him cum in my mouth? Down my throat? Or in my cunt? Shall I let him fuck me while you’re sat there watching him do things he’d never do with you? What about in my arse? I bet he’s never done that to you, has he? I bet he’s never been interested in your arse, but mine, I know you were looking earlier, it's so much better than yours, isn’t it? So much tighter, he won’t be able to resist it,” she raised her voice “Will you Paul?” 

 All I heard in response was a muttered affirmation from him as she was still sitting on his face, another place I had never been. 

“Come on Paul, I need you inside me, I want her to see it” She got on her hands and knees, allowing him to crawl out from under her. He was looking dazed, maybe starved of oxygen? The thought made me giggle. 

“What do you want him to do Sarah? Tell him!” CJ hissed. 

Jesus fuck. Even through the haze this was a lot. I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Please fuck her Paul, I want you to enjoy her while I watch, denied.” 

He wouldn’t go for her arse, I knew he wouldn’t, but the thought for a moment that he might, something he’d refused to even think about with me, got me going again, I zoned out with the wand between my legs, riding a huge edge mixed with the euphoric humiliation of what he might be about to do with her. If I was capable of it, I would have cum there and then, but I was too high and it was too far away. But again I didn’t care, this feeling was just ridiculously good.  

“yessss” I zoned back in at the sound of a hiss from CJ, she was still on her hands and knees, but Paul was behind her now, kneeling and fucking her. She smiled when I made eye contact with her and raised her eyes with an “ok?” expression on her face. I nodded with a daft smile on my face. This was way beyond ok. She mouthed “more?” to me, the same questioning expression on her face, and again I nodded, I think I heard myself whisper ‘please...’ but I might have imagined it. I certainly did want more. 

She went into porn mode.  

She had one hand between her legs, leaning on her other forearm, still making eye contact with me as she moaned and swore, shoving her hips back to meet Paul’s cock as he slammed into her. I could hear the slapping sound each time their bodies collided, and once again the notion that we didn’t have sex like that washed over me, carrying with it the now familiar euphoria that humiliation apparently enhanced. 

“Don’t fucking stop and don’t fucking cum!” she buried her face in the bedclothes, then turned it to the side, moaning, I could only see Pauls face now, as he fucked this woman in front of me, as he held back is orgasm in a way he’d never do for me. He wanted it over as quickly as possible with me. With her I think he wanted to last all night. Silly boy, he should have taken what I took! I dropped the wand, once again sitting on my heel and grinding on it, I wanted to squirt and I was so excited by the look of concentration on his face I wanted it now. 

She came. With a squeal and a strangled, feral noise, she came like a pornstar, shaking her body and bucking her head back as Paul grinned and continued giving CJ what he thought was the orgasm of her life. 

The lush had been on full the whole time and I rolled my heel over it, pressing it into exactly the right spot and rubbed my clit hard at the same time. It didn’t take long till I was gushing again, my moans echoing hers. I wasn’t cumming but it was the next best thing.  

And there Paul was. 

He’d made CJ cum - he thought - and I was cumming - he thought - and he was having to hold back! Even through the haze of my mind I was amused by this, and it just made me edge harder, humping my heel pathetically as I squirted once more. 

I was swaying by now, sweating and breathing hard and I needed a break after that. I stood, noticing just how much my body was glistening, I needed a drink too. 

“You’re not done yet babe.” CJ looked at me as she slid off the bed, Paul was still there, still hard, and still looking amazed at what he’d just witnessed, but he obviously wanted more and he was rubbing his cock. “Show her what I taste like Paul. Give her your cock and show her who’s cunt it’s just been in. Has she ever tasted herself off you before?”  

I hadn’t, he’d always lost interest because by then he would have cum inside me. He shook his head, agreeing with me. “Well, then the first cunt she’s ever going to taste on your cock is another woman’s! A younger, prettier woman, fucked by your man while you did nothing but watch. Clean my cunt off his cock Sarah.” She had scorn in her voice, and it was pushing my buttons ludicrously.  

I folded to the floor, on my knees and she led Paul towards me. He was silent, but rock hard and I slid his cock in my mouth, and I could taste her. I knew what he tasted like, but I could taste something different too, it was her. This pretty woman we just met who he had just fucked while I watched.  

And I was on cleanup duty. Well, almost. He hadn’t cum yet. I lost myself in his cock and her taste, head spinning again as I sucked hungrily. I tried to take him deeper but it made me gag as usual, but I didn’t care, I went for it this time, gagging and tearing up, trying to out-porn CJ earlier, but it was too much for Paul, he lasted about 10 seconds before shooting into the back of my throat, which just made me splutter but he held on to my head until he was finished, and I was a mess of tears and drool and everything else. I had my fingers deep in my cunt though, still chasing that orgasm, but I just couldn’t quite find it. 

Paul had collapsed on the bed but CJ wasn’t done, she looked at me, checking in, and I nodded I was ok.