All Hail The Quean Ch 02

Author Note:

Hi, everyone! Thank you for all the lovely comments on Chapter 1 of All Hail the Quean! I hope you're enjoying it so far. Please note that I have limited time to write, but I promise I'll try and release new chapters as quick as I can. Thank you for your patience and enjoy chapter 2!

CHAPTER 2

I think I may have pursued my fantasy too quickly. After I had helped Micheal on the couch, he left me to clean up the mess while he showered without a word. He's been avoidant since then as well. Spending much of his time at the office or in our home gym. Micheal has also put a pause to his midnight releases.

It was to be expected that he would need time to process, but it's been three days since that day on the couch. And I felt he deserved as much. So while he was occupying his time to avoid the situation, I spent mine researching.

While he was at the office, I would use our computer to review his search history that was synced from his phone. There were hundreds of links to porn sites in just the last few months alone. As many as 10 in a day. I watched bits and pieces of each to see what it was that turned him on about these women.

All the women featured in the videos were young and beautiful, with full, perky breasts, curvy hips and flawless skin. They reminded me a lot of the girls I knew back in college minus the wild hair and bold makeup of the times. I guess his preferences haven't changed much since then.

An idea struck me and after dinner on the third day of silence I approached him with two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. It was a game we played during the beginning of our relationship when a hard topic needed discussing; truth or shot. The concept was simple but effective to get a conversation flowing.

His eyes drifted from the bottle to me as I took a seat next to him. He exhaled with reluctance as I poured the amber liquid into the tiny glasses. We toasted to the start of the game, downing the first shot together.

"I think it's about time we talked about the other day," I began gently.

"Evelyn, I-" he interrupted but I hushed him quickly with pursed lips, pouring another shot for us.

"I want to start by letting you know that I am not upset. That I've known about your late night trips to the bathroom for quite a while and I'm glad we're taking this time to open up about this together." I scooted the new shot across the table to him. "I love you and nothing said at this table will change that."

I studied his face as I spoke. His furrowed brow and lowered chin suggested that he was embarrassed to have his habits discovered, but the softness of his hazel eyes spoke of relief beyond words. I gave him a delicate smile before continuing, "do you truly prefer jacking-off to videos than having sex with me?"

There was a long moment of silence as Micheal pawed at the glass and rubbed at the stubble on his cheek as he debated on answering or not. I already knew the answer, so, when he lifted the glass to his lips, it came as no surprise.

"Why did you..." he began as I refilled his glass, "why did you say those things while helping me?"

"I haven't just known about your habit," I admitted. "I've watched you. Listened to you answer the videos as if the woman was in the room with you. Watched as you stroked yourself at the pace of the video. It wasn't hard for me to understand that you imagined yourself fucking them. That is what you do, right?"

He downed another shot. "Does that bother you?"

I smiled, "Quite the opposite. I've come to look forward to your late night trips. The eagerness you have while watching the videos, while you fantasize about being inside beautiful, young women. I find it... erotic." Moisture grew between my legs as I spoke, images of videos from his search history still fresh in my mind. How many of them has he cum to? Which ones were his favorite? I took a breath to calm myself. "What started this habit?"

Silence again, but he didn't drink. I watched him patiently as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on the tiny glass. Then he said, "Alysson Taylor... she was an intern we had some years back."

I could tell by the way Micheal spoke that the effects of the alcohol were starting to take effect. He's always been a bit of a lightweight and the whiskey was strong.

I remembered a girl working for our company by that name. She was interning for us for the summer to see if she wanted to get into the field before starting college. She was cute and a bit too bubbly around clients, but I could see her appeal. With long, wavy hair the color of wet sand, large emerald eyes and plump lips. I didn't know much about this girl other than she always seemed to keep herself busy when I was at the office and our conversations were always kept short because of that.

"Tell me more," I urged. I scooted my seat closer to him.

He breathed in deeply, debating again on taking the shot before he spoke. "Tiny little thing, but she had these great big tits. She'd always wear her shirt with the top buttons undone and, well, the rest of the buttons struggled to keep it together. It was hard not to stare..."

He went silent again, his eyes distant as he recalled that moment in time. I waited for him to continue, listening and watching intently.

"She had this habit of leaning over the desk whenever she'd bring me coffee or paperwork. At first, I thought it was just something she did, but she never did that with anyone else.

"As weeks went on, her outfits became more revealing; skirts were shorter and her blouses were practically see through..."

My pussy began to ache as he spoke of Alysson and I wasn't the only one becoming aroused. The bulge in his pants had grown considerably as he continued, "She'd linger longer in our office when I was there, standing closer and putting her hands on my shoulders as we went over reports. I confronted her about it and she admitted that she wanted me."

Thinking back on it, she always seemed a bit curt with me, her eyes cutting like daggers when we'd pass in the office halls. I was oblivious that she lasted after my husband, but now it seemed painfully obvious.

"Did you fuck her?" I asked, placing my hands on his thighs rubbing my thumbs across the fabric of his jeans.

"God, I wanted to," he breathed, closing his eyes. "We came close once. We were closing for the day and everyone else had gone home. She pressed her breasts up against my chest as she kissed me... Something inside me snapped and I couldn't contain myself. Her skin was so soft. I played with her tits, kissing her back. I pushed her up against the desk until she sat atop it. Her legs wrapped around me and I..." he shifted uncomfortably. His jeans had become tight as his cock bulged against the fabric, begging to be released. "I stopped myself. I couldn't do that to you. So I came home and tried to sleep but I couldn't. I went to the bathroom that night and watched a video, imagining it was Alysson... She left shortly after that to go to college."

My hands slid up his legs and unfastened his belt. Micheal watched my tentatively as I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, relieving the pressure. "Imagine you hadn't stopped," I said softly, sliding off the chair and onto my knees before him. "Tell me what you would've done if you hadn't stopped."

Micheal took his shot, but I urged him on again, guiding his cock out until it stood at its full length. The skin of it was taut, defined only by the thick veins that protruded along the shaft. I traced my fingers along their lines as I pleaded for him to indulge in this fantasy.

Finally, he caved into my request with a subtle moan, leaning deeper in his chair until his manhood was mere inches from my face. "I would've pressed myself closer, to feel the heat from between her legs against my cock... then I'd pull at her blouse until those flimsy, little buttons gave out..."

I stroked his cock slowly, listening to him divulge his fantasy as I imagined myself as a fly on the wall.

"I'd pull her tits out of her bra and suck on her nipples as we grinded up against each other until the friction was too much for her... Then I'd put my hand up her skirt, pulling away her panties. I'd probably lick her sweet, little pussy for a bit. Sucking on her clit and fucking her with my fingers until she came. I bet she sounds like an angel when she cums... then I'd pull down my pants and put my cock inside her..."

I inch my face closer to his dick, tracing the tip of my tongue on the underside from base to tip. "How does she feel on your cock?"

He shivered, his eyes rolling back as he continued. "She has the wettest pussy I've ever been in. And it's hot. Tight like a firm grasp as I push myself in..."

I kissed his tip, tonguing the pre-cum that had begun to pool there before I wrapped my lips around him. The corners of my mouth sting as I opened as wide as I could to accommodate his girth. Saliva pooled in my cheeks before I created a suction on his cock that was firm, but not too tight. I lowered my head, taking most of his length in my mouth until the head pressed up against the back of my throat. He was much longer than I could take in all at once. I bobbed my head slowly along his length until a groan of pleasure escaped his lips before I came up for air.

"I want you to fuck my mouth like it's her pussy," I instructed before putting his cock back in my mouth.

I lowered my head into his lap, feeling the head of his dick press against my throat again then used my tongue to massage the shaft as I came back up. I did this repeatedly, encouraged by Micheal's moans to quicken my pace. On each down-stroke, I could feel him shift as he thrusted upward, urging me to take more of him in. I tried to, but my body wouldn't let me, so I placed a hand around the remaining length. That was until Micheal pushed my hand aside, his hands becoming tangled in my hair.

He pushed my head down into his lap until the head forced its way into my throat. My lips pressed against the base of his cock, he began to thrust aggressively into my mouth. I looked up at him, wincing as my throat stretched around his hard cock. His head hung over the back of the chair as he moaned to the ceiling, fully succumbing to the primal lust that he'd been holding back for so long.

"Fuck, her pussy feels so good," he groaned. Tightening his grip on my hair, he directed my head down with each thrust. As seconds passed like minutes, I was no longer his wife, but an object of his pleasure; to be used as he fantasized about Alysson.

I couldn't breathe and my body attempted to expell him, building up saliva and mucus in my throat as he fucked my mouth. This only caused Micheal to thrust faster and harder, his balls slapping up against my chin as he did so. One of his hands let go of my hair and wrapped around my neck, his fingers pressing down on the bulge his cock created.

"I'm cumming, Alysson," he groaned. "Im gonna cum in your tight fucking pussy!" He pushed his cock completely in and began to grind his pelvis against my face. I could feel his cock swell as it exploded cum in my throat.

My pussy screamed for release as his cock began to pulse. His balls twitched against my chin and he moaned out loudly and massaged his cock with the confines of my neck. Hot cum filled my throat and his massaging forced me to swallow as he pulled his deflating cock out.

I began to cough uncontrollably as I gasped for air, saliva leaking from my nose. While I struggled to catch my breath, my only thought was how lucky Alysson would've been that night. I looked up at my husband through tangled hair as he practically laid in his chair peering down at me between his knees. There was a light in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time, a sparkle he only got when he was truly satisfied.

"Are we going to do this more often?" He asked between heavy breaths.

My whole body was shaking as I pushed myself up from the floor. Even though the ache in my loins hadn't relented, I was elated. I smiled at him and with a wink, I drank my shot.