Queen for a Day: Part 24, Rewrite

I am SO sorry all. Change of ending. Sarah had been fighting me every single chapter of the way and in the end...I just couldn't get her there. I tried to brute force the ending but it wouldn't come. Sarah and Chloe seemed to be in cahoots. I know this story is totally FUBAR but I hope that I didn't ruin the series as I am quite fond of these two. Though this story will be canon and will be referenced if there's another story to come I certainly won't be releasing it as an ebook. Again, apologies for leading you all down the garden path.

I'll write an intimate concluding chapter if this one gets enough likes, otherwise I'm going to call this the end and move on. All I can say in my defense is that I tried from various different angles but this one just wasn't happening. ❤

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Annie’s orgasm doesn’t so much end as just peter out from sheer exhaustion. Whether it was one long monster climax or a whole bunch in succession I could not say, all I knew was that while it took longer to get Ann to the mountain top once she was there she was THERE.

“Hohhhh.” With a shuddering moan she pushes my head away from her cooch as if she couldn’t handle another second of contact with my tongue. Her legs tremble, her body shakes and she holds me at bay as the aftershocks ripple through her. In her chair my wife stares at Ann with jealous envy even as she smooths her dress where Ann had been holding onto her leg.

I wipe my wet beard and mustache and smack my lips. “You taste fucking amazing.”

“Ohhh my God! David!” She cranes her head to the right. “Sarah!”

“Huh!?” Sarah peeps.

“Ohhhhh.” Ann flops down as flaccid as a rag doll. “You taught this man well.” Reaching up with a shaky hand she runs her fingers through my chest hairs. “Wow.”

“I…never taught him…that.” Sarah says softly, looking at me as if some stranger had inhabited my body. “He’s…never done it quite like that before.”

“The old dog learned some new tricks.” I shoot her a wink, already looking forward to going down on her with my new moves.

Pushing up off the sofa I stand to loom large over Ann. Ann lays where I left her, splayed out on the sofa with her head close to Sarah, and looks me up and down with hungry eyes. As I pull down my fly Annie sits up to face me. Hooking my thumbs in my underwear I start to push them and my pants down but it is Ann that finishes the job. Hurriedly she takes them down to my ankles then shoots back up again to look at my rock hard manhood that had sprung from its fabric prison.

“Mmm!” Without a second of hesitation Annie takes a grip on my six inch tool with its slight upward curve and begins to stroke it. For a long moment she just…admires it, gazing at my cock with lust and awe. It was in that moment I saw the long hidden desire of a girlish crush truly reveal itself. How often had she fantasized about being in just this position? How often had she wondered what my manhood looked like? It was hard for me to fathom but at this very moment I was making dreams come true.

“So?”

“Hm?”

“Was it worth the risk?” I grin. “Worth bein stuffed in a locker for?”

Ann and I share a chuckle at the inside joke. From the corner of my eye I catch Sarah fidget nervously in the chair. Glancing her way I see that her brows are furrowed and her hands clenched into fists. That little moment of connection Ann and I just shared hit her as hard as me going down on her. Again, how well I knew that ordeal from some of the more intimate moments that she and Emile had shared.

“Hell yes.” Ann answers with gusto as she strokes me. I rest my hand on her head to pull her closer but she was already on the move. “Mmmm.” Ann wraps her warm mouth around my cock and begins to suck.

“Hohhhhh!” I sigh as pleasure encircles my dick.

Sucking back to my tip she then turns her head to run her lips down the side. “Mmm!” She tongues the underside of my base, prodding against my scrotum, before throwing me for a loop by suddenly baring her teeth and chomping down on my shaft like a dog with a bone. “Hngh, heh, heh!” She chuckles mischievously as she bites down just enough for me to really feel it.

“Behave.” I grab her long black hair and give it a tug.

“Hah!” She gasps loudly at my show of control then grins wickedly. “MMMM!” With redoubled passion she latches onto my cock again and starts giving me head. “Hm! Mm! Mm!”

Loosening my grip I pet her silky hair as she shows me some skills of her own. Annie wasn’t nearly as practiced a cock sucker as what I was used to and she couldn’t deep throat me like Sarah could yet she was certainly no slouch. A mouth on my dick felt amazing, obviously, but it was all the little differences that I really savored. Her tongue was strong, rapid and could flick like a snake’s. Just as Sarah used her unusually strong resistance to her gag reflex to her advantage so Ann used her tongue. Where my wife by now would be settling into a hard sucking rhythm Ann was using my dick as her own personal playground. Her tongue slapped and twirled around my knob, it lapped and prodded at my hole and around the ridge of my knob, and when she really got going it seemed to be everywhere at once! She kept sealing her lips around my shaft or head then releasing it again with a loud sucking pop before letting her tongue go wild again.

“Ohhhh fuck.” I sigh.

“I’m a little out of practice.” Ann quips as she pumps my spit slick dick with her hand.

“You’re doin just fine! Whoo!”

“Nnngh!” Round and around that incredible tongue of hers swirls.

“Ohhh, damn!”

The longer she went the more things she tried. It was fun to watch her figuring me out, honing in on what I liked and didn’t like and what she enjoyed doing to me. Sarah knew me like the back of her hand so it was cool to watch a woman have to explore things with me for the first time again. I also loved how she was getting noticeably bolder and better with each passing minute. Her inexperience wasn’t a hindrance but a joy to behold. She wasn’t at all repressed like Sarah used to be but she was nowhere near the confident and seasoned dick sucker that she was now. Ann was in her own space somewhere in between and it was awesome. And to experience it all while my beloved spouse looked on, well…downright sinful!

I glance over to check on my wife and ask her opinion about Ann’s improving technique. What I see though stays my question. Sarah was sitting there with her eyes closed and an expression on her face not of kinky fun but of enduring a necessary pain. That…I did not recognize. When I sat in that chair I was suffering but I was enjoying every second of it. I could have pulled my eyes away if I wanted to. While we had our similarities Sarah and I were not the same. That is brought home like a bullet to the chest as I watch a tear escape her closed lids to roll down her cheek! We were not the same!

“Baby?”

Sarah’s eyes flare open. Behind the tears was a fiery anger like I had never seen in her before. This was a woman who could get cut off on the road, be given the middle finger, be sworn at, then wave back and genuinely wish the person a good day. She hadn’t an aggressive bone in her body. It was one of the reasons that she worked so well with children. But that saint of a woman was nowhere to be seen right now. In her flashing blue eyes I see nothing but jealous fury, all of it focused on an oblivious Annie.

“Get off of him!” Sarah seethes.

“Mm?” Ann pauses the BJ to peer over at my wife.

“GET OFF OF HIM!” Sarah launches herself from her chair. With both hands she shoves Ann off of me and onto the floor.

“Sarah!” I go to grab her but she slips under my arm to step between Ann and I.

Interposed between her husband and the ‘other woman’ Sarah looms over Annie, her fists shaking in rage. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!”

“What the…? Fuck!” In the nick of time Ann rolls to avoid the stomp coming down on her.

BAM! Sarah’s foot hits the floor mere inches from Ann! Sarah had absolutely fucking lost it!

“Christ!” I wrap my arms around Sarah and pull her up off the ground. Her feet kick wildly in a frenzied attempt to make contact with Ann.

“BITCH! CUNT! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! HE’S MINE! HE’S MY MAN! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM!!!”

“Okay! Okay!” Ann scrambles to her feet and puts up her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m leaving. Fuck!”

“Get…get…get out!” Sarah voice cracks, her anger giving way to tears once more as her body goes limp in my arms. With a choking sob she whimpers. “I don’t like you! I don’t like you, Annie!”

“Sarah. Baby girl.” I turn to put myself between the two women. Hugging my wife close I kiss her head and stroke her soft hair. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby.”

Sarah looks up at me, lost in pain and confusion. With tears streaming down her cheeks she shakes her head…then slips out of my arms. Ann tenses up, ready to defend herself, but Sarah dashes right past her. Sprinting from the room she retreats upstairs.

A long, awkward silence follows as I stare after my wife while Annie hurriedly gets dressed.

“Well…that could have gone better.”

“I…I didn’t…I’ve never seen her like that.”

“Affairs of the heart.” Ann pats my shoulder. “You gotta tread lightly.”

“Yeah.” I look to my friend. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Annie.”

“Hey. Don’t worry about it.” She pauses a moment then looks up. “I always knew it was too good to be true.”

“Ann…”

“She’s right.” She says with a gentle smile. “You’re hers.” Laying her hand on my chest she sighs. “Tonight was just a fantasy. What I really wanted…hm, yeah, it was always an illusion.”

With a sigh of my own I pull her in for a hug. “I never meant…”

“I know.”

“I gotta…” My eyes drift for the stairs.

“I know, David.” She says. “I’ll let myself out. Good luck with…that. And hey, don’t be too hard on her. Heh. I probably would have done the same thing.”

“See you around?”

“Hm.” She shrugs. “That’s up to you, big guy.”

“I hope so.”

I say my goodbye, slip back into underwear and pants, then hurry up the stairs to find my wounded wife. I felt so foolish, so guilty. Despite all of Sarah’s assurances deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I tried to explain it away, I tried to tell myself stories, but deep down I knew.

“Baby?” I say softly as I step into our room.

She wasn’t there. I walk into the attached washroom to find it too empty. As I step out into the hall I catch the sound of weeping coming from the spare room, the room that was to be our nursery. I swing the door wider. A shaft of light from the hall paints across the floor of the dark room. There in the darkest corner facing the wall I see my sobbing spouse looking smaller and more fragile than I ever had.

“Sarah.” I say softly as I approach her.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpers. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh.” I wrap my arms around her. She goes tense in my embrace and refuses to turn to face me.

Shaking her head she says. “I ruined…everything.”

“No, baby girl. You didn’t ruin anything.” I soothe her. “We all knew how this might go. It was our first time. It’s okay.”

At last she turns to me. Looking up into my eyes she stroke my bearded cheek…then is wracked by another sob. After jamming my wedding ring back on my finger she collapses into me she clings to my body and buries her face in my chest. “I don’t wanna do it anymore! I just want my Papa Bear! I want my David!”

“You got me, baby girl.” I say with all my heart as I hold her tight like she needed me to. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

“I’m such a hypocrit!”

“No. Don’t say that.”

“We were having such fun. I ruined everything!”

“No, Sarah. Shhhh. Everything’s going to be okay now.”

“I love youuuu!”

“Oh, darlin. I love you too.”