The Quean of Wales

Epilogue. And the taste of things to cum? 

She gently pushed me back onto the floor, helping me down onto my hands and knees and then stood, not entirely steady herself and led me to the bathroom, still on my hands and knees. “You are absolutely filthy darling. I’m not sure I’m done cumming yet, but I think I want you to clean yourself up a bit before I make you any messier. She turned the shower on, then quite unabashedly sat on the toilet. “I need to pee, I hope you don’t mind?”  

Another thing I’d never seen before, another woman peeing, except for Julie in Berlin when I made her wet herself. I didn’t mind in the slightest though. I shook my head, my ludicrously wide eyes indicating I was fine. 

“Have you ever tasted it before?” Was she reading my mind? I had done plenty of pee related things in the past, I’d wet myself, orgasmed in a puddle of my own after covering myself in it, mooing, drunk my own, gagged myself with pissy panties. Pee was a thing. But only my pee up until now. I shook my head “Only my own” I said with a muzzy smile. 

“Ask me” 

“Ask you what?” 

“Be a good slut and ask me if you can taste my pee.”  

CJ sounded stern. I was still rolling but it was slowing down and the slower it got the less connected I was to the here and now. But I did want to be a good slut, I hoped I had been a good slut so far. And I really wanted to taste her pee. I knew she was going to use my request to humiliate me again. I didn’t mind in the slightest. 

“Please CJ, may I taste your pee? I have only ever tasted my own and I’d love to taste yours” It was so silly and perverted I giggled as I said it, I wasn’t taking things seriously, and neither was she despite the feigned sternness in her voice.  

“Come here. Crawl” She was grinning now. “Get over here Sarah.” She was sat on the toilet, legs wide apart, peeing. I crawled so my head was between her thighs. She put her hand on my head, preventing me from getting any closer. “So eager! Dirty little piss slut.” Then she reached between her legs, and let the flow of pee run over her hand. 

She held it out to me “Lick”. I lapped up her pee, it didn’t really taste of much but the fact that I was licking pee from another woman’s hand was making me tingle again.  

“More?” I nodded, and she did it again, I lapped at her hand like a cat. “More?” I nodded again and she did it again but she stopped before I could get to her dripping hand. “No, you’ve had enough.” 

Instead, she wiped her hand down my face, adding to the mess I was still covered with. I must have looked absolutely revolting by now. 

“Now clean me.” She stood and with her legs slightly apart, parted her lips vulgarly. I eagerly licked her clean. I was almost expecting a slap to the face when I finished and she pulled away, but all she did was wipe her hands in my hair and say “Good girl.” 

“Actually, you’re better than that, you’re an absolute treasure. I’ve never met anyone like you before, so normal and hiding all of this. Is it the drugs making you do it, or is this you, the real you?” 

I looked up at her, filthy and disgusting, I must have looked like I’d been in the worst kind of degrading porn. And I was ecstatic. Literally. But it wasn’t the drugs. 

“It’s me. It’s all me. I’ve wanted something like this for so long. So long. Thank you so much.” I was almost weeping, on my knees looking up at this woman who’d made me a cuckquean, who’d shown my husband how much better she was than I, who’d elicited the most enthusiastic fucking and sucking I’d seen with my husband for years and years. And here I was on the bathroom floor my face and torso covered in tears, spit, squirt, cum and piss, expressing my deep, deep gratitude to her. This was something I never wanted to end. 

“Get in the shower babe, let me clean you up.” 

The warm water sobered me up, I was almost down at that point anyway, and a shower always straightens me out. CJ washed my body gently, taking her time and turning it into yet another incredibly intimate, sensual experience for me. How had I made it over fifty years into my life before I experienced such intimacy with another human being? 

There is so much more to my story, not yet written, but one thing I know for sure is that this is only the first of these incredible, intimate experiences I shall have. I could never go back to the way I was before. 

As I stepped out of the shower and CJ gently wrapped me in a towel and whispered sweet things in my ear, I knew that outside the bathroom, the man asleep on the bed was part of my old life, I loved him but I things could never go back to the way they were before. I would have to deal with him, we would have to deal with each other, but that could wait.  

Inside the bathroom was my new life, inside the bathroom was CJ, and I turned, dropped the towel she’d only just wrapped round me, pulled her close and kissed her passionately.