All Hail The Quean Ch 01

I always knew when Micheal would sneak out of bed to relieve himself. He would leave the bathroom door cracked ever so slightly so he wouldn't wake me by the sound of the door shutting, but I had always been a light sleeper. Even the sliver of light cutting through the darkness of our master bedroom would be enough to wake me from even the deepest sleep. I pushed the goose down comforter and silk sheet aside, I snaked my way to the edge of our king sized bed to tiptoe to the bathroom.

Through the crack I could see my husband standing before the toilet, his phone precariously propped up on the towel rack just above it. His muscles rippled beneath his sun-kissed skin as he tugged on his cock to the video that played on the tiny screen.

"Mmm... your cock feels so good in my tight little pussy!" The girl moaned as she bounced on a dildo. "You like my tight little pussy?"

"Yeah..." Micheal whispered back to the video, his arm jerking slightly faster than before.

My pussy began to throb with a heartbeat of its own as I watched from the darkness. I hid against the door and slid my hand under the elastic of my panties, gently caressing the swollen pearl between my legs to calm it.

"You gonna cum? You wanna cum inside me?"

Micheal groaned under his breath another response as he tugged faster, his hand making a quiet slapping against his skin.

It had been a long time since it had a release of its own, intimacy having been slowly reduced to our anniversary and special occasions over the 24 years of marriage. He would tell me that he didn't have the drive that he once had when we were younger, but I know that isn't the reason.

My pussy was slick with my juices as I slid my fingers up and down my slit and I continued to watch my husband masturbate to the beautiful woman on the screen. He uttered responses to her dirty talk, his hand gliding in tandem with the speed at which she rode the silicone cock.

"OH, god! That's it! Breed me, daddy!" The video girl began to bounce her ass vigorously down on the dildo faster, grinding her hips in a circular motion on the silicone as fake cum shot out of the toy inside her. She moaned, satisfied, lifting herself off the toy and pushing the fake cum out of her pussy in fat globs.

"Fuck!" Micheal groaned, releasing his load into the toilet in four powerful spurts. His cock visibly throbbing with each pulse.

The way he groaned with pleasure and the way his cock pulsed with such force was enough to send me over the edge. My legs shook with the force of my climax and my other hand over my mouth to stifle my moan of pleasure from letting him know that I had watched him.

"Hope I don't get pregnant!" The girl giggled as the video faded to black followed by a message saying to like and subscribe before ending completely.

Micheal stood for a moment, moaning quietly and stroking his dick slowly as it deflated in his hand before flushing his spunk and side stepping to the sink to clean up.

I tiptoed back to the bed and laid in the darkness just as I had before and it wasn't long before Micheal rejoined me, sliding across to cuddle none the wiser that I had witnessed his secret pleasure to satisfy my own.

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Neither of us brought up the night before at breakfast as if it hadn't happened. We would ask how the other slept, discuss what our plans were for the day. And though it was the same song and dance we had done for the last 5 or 6 years, there certainly wasn't a shortage of love between us. Micheal would slide in flattery into our conversations at every chance, flashing me his stunning smile all the while never taking his hazel eyes off me.

He was just as beautiful as the day we first met back in college. Though his dark hair was now flecked with an attractive amount of salt and fine lines creased around his eyes when he smiled, it was as if he never aged. He was fit, his muscles visible even under his shirt from frequently swimming in our pool and spending time in our home gym. Even the shadow of his stubble added to his beauty. Flashing me another stunning smile, he said, "I think I'm going to stay home and watch the game today."

"I'm going to go check on things at the office," I decided, returning the smile. We owned a business together and having no children, we were able to build it up to the point where it needed little oversight by us but I would go when I needed time away from the house.

My mind flashed to the thought of him hunched over another woman, driving deep thrusts into her causing me to choke on the drink of orange juice I had just taken. He looked concerned as I gasped and straightened myself out enough to placate his worry.

After breakfast, I quickly got dressed in a simple black pencil skirt and silk lilac blouse. He walked me to the door, giving me a firm kiss on the lips, a gentle pat on the bottom and wished me a safe drive as I left.

I drove to the office in silence. The thought that had perverted our meal swirling in my mind made me question the reason behind it. I had been watching my husband relieve himself in secret for the better part of 5 years and never before had I imagined him having sex with someone else. I thought it was simply the act of him cumming that aroused me, but perhaps it was more than that. I recalled the night prior. The way that he stroked himself in tandem with the movements of the girl in the video; the way he responded to her dirty talk as if she were in the room with him. He was imagining himself fucking her. I could feel the moisture building between my legs as I came to the realization that I liked the thought of him imagining himself with another woman.

The rest of the day droned after that. In quiet moments I allowed myself to expand on the fantasy from breakfast. Imagining Michael kissing, sucking, licking and fucking another woman until he eventually filled her with his hot cum. All of it aroused me more than watching him masterbate ever had, causing my clit to pulse with anticipation of a release by the end of the day and I knew I had to make this happen somehow.

I knew that Micheal wouldn't be keen on the idea even if it was something he wanted deep down. He loved me too much to agree to, essentially, consensually cheating. At least not outright. I had to find a way to have it happen organically or it just wouldn't have the same appeal.

The drive home was agonizing with the ache that emanated from between my legs as I mulled over ideas on how to make my fantasy a reality. When I entered our home so lost in thought, I almost didn't hear the unmistakable sound of moaning coming from the living room. It quickly changed to loud cheering overlaid by an announcer excitedly recapping the previous goal made by some sports team.

Micheal sat in the center of the couch, one arm draped over the back and the other holding a pillow to his lap as he watched the team's kick the ball back and forth across the screen. His swim trunks lay in a crumpled, wet pile just inside the patio door. He looked over his shoulder as I walked into the room and greeted me with a sheepish grin.

I'm not sure what came over me at that moment, but as I approached the back of the couch to give him a kiss, I grabbed the TV remote and pressed the previous channel button. His eyes got wide as the announcer was replaced by the erotic moaning. The screen changed from sports to the image of a young woman laying on her back, legs held up by her shoulders as a dildo was thrusted into her by a machine. Her tits, supple and natural, jiggled like jello cups as she took the thick silicone in her little pussy.

"I- I can explain," Micheal stuttered, but I hushed him with a gentle finger to his lips.

My finger traced a lip down his chin where I encouraged him to look forward at the screen before I continued to glide my hand down, feeling the soft curls of his chest hair to his abs. I leaned further over the back of the couch to push the pillow aside, revealing that he sat in nothing but a loosely wrapped towel, his cock still semi hard from before I came home.

"She's beautiful," I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my hand around the girth of his cock, stroking it up and down to coax it back to its full length. "Her moans sound so sweet."

Micheal remained silent, his head resting against my breasts as he watched the girl on the screen continue to get drilled by the dildo.

I quickened my pace, his dick fully erect in my hand, I said, "she's so wet... I bet it'd feel nice on your cock..."

A quiet moan escaped Micheal's lips, his hips thrusting ever slightly, urging me to stroke faster. But I kept my pace as I slid my hand up my pencil skirt and pulled down my panties in one fluid motion.

"Can you imagine her tight, little pussy sliding on your cock?"

"Yeah..." he answered quietly.

I slid my fingers into my cunt, it still wet from earlier as I began stroking him faster, matching the pace of the fuck machine in the video. "You like the way her pussy feels?"

He groaned another response, his cock becoming more engorged. A thick vein pulsed under my fingers and I knew he was getting close.

The girl in the video let out a loud, shuttering moan. Her legs visibly shaking as the silicone cock thrusted faster. Her pussy was a bright pink from the pounding.

"Listen to how your cok makes her cum," I said, my voice a barely audible pant as i fucked myself with my fingers. I tightened my fingers on his dick as I continued to stroke. "You want to cum inside her?"

He didn't say anything for a long moment, but his hips continued to thrust into my hand as my hand glided up and down his shift, lubricated by the pre-cum that beaded on his tip.

"Say it," I encouraged him, my fingers thrusting vigorously into my hungry pussy. "Say that you're going to cum inside her..."

Micheal groaned loudly, his hand grabbing a large fistful of pillow as he obliged. "I'm gonna cum inside her tight little pussy!"

His cock erupted and my pussy pulsed on my fingers as I climaxed with him. His load shot halfway across the living room from the force of him trying to hold it back, landing on the glass top of the coffee table. It pulsed a few more times releasing more cum until it spilled down over my fingers onto my wedding ring.