The Quean of Wales

We had an afternoon to kill. If we went back to the room there is no way I wouldn’t be edging and sucking on his cock in minutes, and while I could probably edge for 18 hours straight (I think I’ve managed 10 hours before) I doubted he would, and I wanted him primed and horny. 

For her. 

“Let's just chill, go for a walk and a swim or something?” 

So that is exactly what we did. We put our swimming things back on, dry after spending a couple of hours hung on the balcony, and I pulled the chiffon over me. Paul put a couple of towels in a bag, and we wandered in the direction of the beach, basically repeating the walk where we’d seen CJ first last night.  

We chatted as we walked, mostly mundane stuff but there was an air of sexual tension between us. Every time the conversation paused, I was thinking of his cock, hard for her, his cock in her pretty mouth instead of mine, his cock in her.... 

“Sarah” His hand waved in front of my face and I returned to earth with a jolt “Are you there?” 

“Umm, yeah. Sorry.” 

“Distracted by something?” 

“Umm, yeah.” 

“It's exciting, isn’t it?” 

“It’s really fucking exciting. I’m so turned on right now.” The wine at lunchtime had loosened my lips a little. “I can’t wait to see what happens!” 

"Sarah, I’m excited but nervous. I’ve never had a threesome before, let alone on drugs, I’m not sure it's a good idea to mix both things.” 

I recognised the wisdom of this, but this wasn’t my first time on ecstasy. It would be my first time in a threesome, but a threesome wasn’t entirely what I had in mind. “I get it love, I guarantee it will be fine as long as she is happy, but we don’t have to have a threesome. It might not even work out like that anyway. We might just end up chatting all night!” 

“But this is like the sexiest thing that's ever happened to us! I really want this experience for us” 

I grinned. “You really want this for you Paul, don’t you?” 

He stopped walking and looked at me. Busted. “Yes, but for us both” he said earnestly. 

I laughed, and carried on walking, picking up the pace a little. If what I wanted happened, I’d lose the ability to tease him like this, make him nervous about how I was going to react when he was trying to manipulate me into things he wanted to do. 

I was fucking with him, obviously. I was delighted he was into it, but he did have a point about the threesome and the E. Perhaps it was better if we didn’t do both. Or maybe if he didn’t? What would CJ be like I wondered. What if she took it instead of him? Ugh, but that might be really risky if something happened. We were nice people and she was safe with us, but I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen after I’d given her something. 

Maybe we shouldn’t do it at all?  

But after Berlin.... I’ve never wanted to do anything like this again so much in my whole life. It really was a life altering night. So much so that aside from my Berlin sub (who is real, dear reader), whom I continue to ensnare, there’s very little Dommy left in me outside of work. I have discovered being a denied, high, edge slut is quite a fantastic way of being. And more than one person calls me mommy moocow now as a result. Not that Paul knows anything about that. Perhaps I’ll broach that subject if tonight goes well. 

I slowed to let him catch up and when we were together I stopped and took his hands in mine, looking at him. 

“Ok, look. Why don’t I take, it, you can see what it does to me and decide if you want some. If you don’t want it, CJ can have it I suppose, if she really wants to, but I think we should try to persuade her that it’s a bad idea for her for safety reasons, she shouldn’t unless she’s done it before and she’s completely comfortable with us. 

But Paul, that would mean you’ll be sober with two girls high, you’ll have to look after us.” 

“Umm, It's a big responsibility but I think I can manage it.” He said, a cheshire cat grin on his face.  

I was so desperate for this to happen I was making things up as I went along. Hubby and drugs? Not since we used to smoke weed together and this was very different. Hubby and another woman? Never. Hubby and two high, horny women? Ridiculous.  

I might actually blow his mind before I get to blow his cock. 

I was so fucking wet. 

I pulled him towards me, kissing him and cupping his cock and balls in my hand. “I want you so badly. I want this so badly. I want you to fuck her so badly.” 

“Sarah...” I could feel him getting hard, see him looking around to see if anyone could see us, “I... is this really happening? Are you sure this is what you want?” 

“Darling my whole body is aching for this, I’m so, so turned on.” 

“But it might change things between us” 

“Yes, it will. It will bring us closer together, you get to experience some of your fantasies, for real, with a beautiful young blonde woman, while your wife watches, encourages you, complete approval, zero guilt. I want this as much as you do.”  

Probably more actually. If I could bring him into this mad, kinky world I’ve inhabited, behind his back, for all these years, I’d be very happy.  

I kept rubbing his cock, and with the other hand, guided his hand between my legs “You wouldn’t believe how wet this is making me, can you feel the heat?” The thin fabric of the chiffon and my bikini bottoms were all that was stopping his fingers entering me, I pushed myself against his hand, feeling his fingers pushing the fabric between my lips and moaning into his neck. “See...this is going to be amazing darling” 

He suddenly pulled away from me; he’d spotted someone walking towards us and pulled a face. I reluctantly withdrew my hand from his crotch, smiling wickedly, I could see the bulge.  

I smiled a big smile at the dog walker who passed; they avoided eye contact and looked down as they walked past. 

“Do you think they saw?” Paul sounded a little agitated.  

“I have no idea, I don’t care” I said wolfishly, reaching for his cock again. 

“No!” He almost jumped away. 

“I want your cock Paul” I laughed, advancing on him with my hands held out to grab it. He backed away as fast as I moved forwards till he was backed up against the railing separating the promenade from the beach.  

I pressed myself up against him, my hand on his still hard cock, massaging it through his shorts, the dog walker now forgotten, but still not far away 

“Sarah, stop!” he was laughing but pushed my hand away “I really don’t want to get caught!” 

“Spoilsport. But I’m having it later.” I said with a hungry look in my eyes. 

“I thought CJ was having it later...” He questioned, a slightly nervous tone in his voice. 

“Ohh she is, but I’m having it first! 

I’ll warm you up for her.”