Pharaoh

Chapter 13: Screwing Up, Making Up, A Party

***Saturday & Sunday, August 17th and 18th, 2304***

Saturday and Sunday were just like that. Suck, fuck, rinse, repeat. Blowjobs of course. Alicia was blowing me and swallowing pretty much nonstop. Sometimes swallowing straight out of the container and sometimes letting cum dribble over her lips and chin to her tits so she could scoop it up and then swallow. Plus, I was giving her oral sex for the first time in our lives; before Pharaoh, she and I thought doing it to a female was immoral. But nice oral sex on a girl's vagina and clit, which we call cunnilingus or cuntalingus, or cuntalicious or Visiting Eve's Garden or sluicing or Rosalind's Revenge or licka-de-split, or, more succinctly, eating pussy, well, we just think that should be legal even for middles.

We were changing things up, being creative. We'd fuck at the drop of a hat, or of a panty. Old-fashioneds, woofs, anything I wanted, anything she wanted. She showed me what Roxie meant about Booya! and the girl had been right. Now it seemed easier, more comfortable and more sexy. Those days were heaven.

My Widdle Weesha, well fucked, well licked, well nourished, well practiced, and so confident. Her baby talk increased. I dealt with it. Bigger fish. We were on a roll.

It was heaven, but only up to the moment on Sunday night when I got a little stupid. Maybe a lot stupid. It would be hard to say. It was about 8 o'clock and Alicia had just sucked me off nicely and finished with a pretty swallow. She just had her stud in but that was nice too. We were snuggled on the living room couch, the TV muted.

"Honey," I said dreamily, my fingers twirling her hair gently, her head on my belly.

"hmm?" She was drifting off I think.

"Honey, I heard about this thing the other day...kinda crazy."

"hmm?"

"Did you ever hear of a thing...this thing called...Shaft on a Raft?"

Alicia's head jerked up but she looked into the cushion, away from my eyes.

She dropped her head back down. "Umm. No...I don't think so...what is it?"

"Aaah. I don't...exactly know. Some guys at work said it's an upper thing..."

"Well, then," and she snuggled into my belly again.

"An upper thing...some kind of fellatio technique."

I could feel her body tense. She hesitated and said, "Well I never heard of it. Widdle Weesha not uppie."

"No, of course not."

I could have left it there. Maybe Wille had been lying about the whole thing. But maybe he hadn't been lying.

"I just thought..I mean wondered if...you know...cause you were on the exemption back then?"

Now her head snapped up sharply and she did look at me.

"So what? What are you saying? I never lied about that."

"No, of course not. I didn't mean...I just thought that maybe...maybe you with that Eric guy, you know?"

Alicia rolled off me. She was topless but had a little skirt on. She jumped up, pulled on her cammie top, and turned to me eyes blazing.

"Where is this coming from? And please don't call him that Eric guy. He was just my boyfriend. Going off to war you know. I was just doing my duty. My parents gave me approval."

"I know that, sweetie. I don't mean...Don't be upset. It's just you never really told me about it."

"There's nothing to tell. You know Eric was a middle too. How would we ever know about Raft? You just told me it was an upper thing."

"Yeah. You're right. I know. I'm sorry." It was time to make one of my hasty retreats.

She turned her back to me, arranging little pictures and knick-knacks on the mantle. Then turned back, her face angry and red.

"For your information, not that I need to tell you, but for your information I blew Eric exactly two times, once at the start and once the night before he left. Pastor Ninkovitch told us that was the minimum allowed if the guy went on exemption and the girl had permission. That's it. Twice. End of story."

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"And, if you're wondering, no I didn't swallow."

"I'm so sorry honey. I never thought you..."

"And if you're wondering, no we didn't fuck. That's not allowed."

"I know that. Of course you didn't. Don't be mad, please."

"You saw the Virginity Certificate, didn't you? So how could he and I have fucked?"

"No, no. Of course not. I never said..."

"I can't believe you think Eric fucked me."

This thing had gone seriously off track and I began to panic. Alicia looked over at me and shook her head sadly, soft tears rolling down her cheeks. I had really screwed up now.

"Please honey. Please forgive me. Please."

"Well, from now on let's leave your little perverted fantasies out of my life, OK? I've got enough pressure on me without you ..." And she burst into sobs and ran up the stairs to the bedroom.

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***Stll Sunday 18th***

I felt terrible about the whole thing. What an idiot. Why had I started this? Why now? It had been in my mind for quite a while to ask her about it, to finally have the balls to gently inquire. Cause the thing had been so mysterious. I guess that's why.

But of all the times to pick. Things going so well, her heading off on Wednesday, her getting her training in, me getting more pussy than I ever dreamt of, freshly waxed pussy, me using her mouth, her enjoying her swallows, her lapping it up like a little kitty, her getting that gorgeous pussy eaten, both of us perfecting things, learning new things, expanding our horizons and expanding our love.

It's possible that timing isn't my strong suit.

Still I couldn't help but wonder. It still felt like she might not be telling the truth. You know when she called it Raft rather than Shaft on a Raft? That kind of sounded like someone who knew a thing so well they would shorthand it. Right? And all that stuff about how Eric had never fucked her? Well, I never suggested they had fucked, told her it was about fellatio. Could that be a diversion?

On the other hand I had to admit I could be wrong. I mean anyone might call it Raft if she was hearing the thing for the first time. Maybe she hadn't processed the fellatio part and just got confused that Shaft would be about fucking. I knew she was right about her and Eric being middle, about her having permission.

I definitely liked the idea, wanted to believe, that it was only two times with him. And forty-three sounded stupid, like something either Eric or Willy had made up.

It all got me feeling terrible again.

After maybe 20 minutes I walked upstairs cautiously and peeked into the bedroom. She was there of course. Sitting squaw-like in the middle of the bed in a very sexy peignoir I'd never seen. Still sniffling and wiping her eyes and nose with tissue. The phone was in her lap.

I went in and apologized once again. This time she surprised me by saying that she was sorry too, that she shouldn't have flown off the handle and that any husband would want to know about his wife working the exemption, especially since he was the master of his home and the master of his wife. So she was sorry too.

We laid on the bed together hugging and kissing and making up, now both of us sniffling.

Finally she turned into me and said, "But you do believe me, don't you?"

"I do honey, I really do. I'm sorry if I..."

"No more of that now," she said. "I'm so glad we have that trust, cause what's a marriage without trust? So glad we can make up."

I reached around and pulled her in close to me. The peignoir exposed most of her breasts and I was so happy to be near them again. And the rest of her too. So I pushed my pelvis into hers to let her know what I was thinking.

Alicia said, "Yum. The best part of making up."

And so I said, "Yum" and began stroking her ass over the filmy material. I rolled over her to turn out the light.

She stopped me and said, "No. Leave it on. I've been texting with Roxie and she says we're doing great but have to practice Booya! at least three more times before I leave. We need the light."

So I said, "Ummm. OK," and we left it on and I Booya!'d her deep and hard. It was only 75 minutes since I'd cum in her mouth down on the couch. But I still Booya!'d her pretty damned good.

As we lay there I looked over, her breasts were rising and falling in that perfect rhythm of tit I'd never stop loving, and I asked her, "Would you...aaah...tell your Dad... would you tell Dad for me?"

"Tell him what?" She yawned.

"About this. Booya! How I fucked you."

She yawned again and said with a chuckle, "Oh, Daddy doesn't care about silly things like that."

Alicia rolled over away from me and pulled the blankets up over her body. She'd taken to sleeping nude now. I let it go and settled in myself.

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**Monday 19th ***

Monday morning I was back at work. Alicia was home working her all over tan in our nice, private back yard. I was nervous on the way in but not so much now about Alicia, not after the way we'd ended the prior night. No, it was more about Stony and more about this idea I'd got while fucking that I could throw a big surprise party for Alicia on Tuesday night. To send her off with everyone's best wishes on Wednesday.

First I had to figure out what was going on with Stony. Which turned out to be easy. Even before I got through the front door I could see her waving and smiling at me. Good old Stony!

What had happened was the quantum-axion battery in her cell had gone on the fritz. She and her Mom spent all of Friday getting her car towed and finding a garage and then getting Stony a new phone. She couldn't pick up the phone till today at lunch. Then Stony babysat all Saturday and Sunday for this upper couple her Mom knew. To help with the expenses.

That at least worked out. Good old Stony! A very solid citizen. An upright black woman! She seemed happy to see me and even sort of batted her eyes when we were in private, letting me know she was thinking about that blowjob. Alll good! She was becoming a real North Porter lady.

My appointments began the next day so I spent a good deal of time just doodling at my desk planning the party for Alicia. Who to invite was the first question. I found a little private office, the one with the nice framed picture of Roger, and was able to call Sam for help. To my delight she offered to take on the whole thing, making the invitation calls, planning the buffet, setting up a dinner reservation for us for the next night. She didn't seem so dimwitted to me then. The girl knew her stuff! Thank you Samantha!

Sam even told me she had begun organizing the cheering section for Alicia on Pharaoh-Wednesday. She was such a good submissive woman. And she loved Alicia so much. Thank you again Samantha!

With a song in my heart I was able to go back and have a pretty normal day. Slow but normal.

It's a good thing I did get back there cause next thing I knew Roger was in the doorway again. Nothing too important. He just said it had occurred to him that if Alicia won Black Pharaoh then she wouldn't be around for the September pig-roast and that that was OK so long as I was sure to bring her to the Christmas Gala he held each year at his house. I had to remind him that if she won then Pharaoh had the option of renewing her for six months, which he would, and Roger just said well then our Spring outing and I said OK.

Sam called me back around 4 p.m. and I transferred the call over to the private space. It was interesting. She had 21 accepted invitations, including Dad and Mrs. P. (Mom), Sam herself and her husband, Bri and Draymond, Lisa, Janie and her boyfriend, Danielle and her boyfriend, some neighbors of ours and some other girls and husbands I barely even knew. The surprise was that Elizabeth had her own party scheduled for her send off. She and Bernard had declined, which was probably for the best, no matter what Alicia had said about how we'd all be professional. And Nancy had decided to support Elizabeth so she declined. The battle lines were being drawn, but Alicia was winning.

I wondered for a few minutes if I should invite Stony, or even Stony and her Mom. In the end it seemed too risky and I let it go.

Anyway the two big issues of the day had been settled successfully and I drove off home with a big, happy wave from Stony.

That night at home I asked Alicia to dinner on Tuesday as a romantic farewell. The producers had wanted her out in public a bit anyway. It was good publicity. We got into bed early and she ended up blowing me twice. In between we did a very successful Booya! Roxie and Dad would have been proud of me.

"Widdle Weesha wuv swawwow widduw spermies," I said. Now she had me doing it.

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***Tuesday, August 20, 2304***

The next day was super hectic. Those new customer appointments were clicking in and I was out on the road most of the day for test drives. Four solid new sales. An outstanding day. More appointments were coming in and Stony told me that a group of high school girls had tried to get past her just to get a look at me. Funny. I really am a celebrity.

I blasted out of work at 5 p.m., early for me, with just a quick wave at Stony. I got home, showered and changed. Alicia and I were at dinner in North Porter's nicest romantic restaurant by 6. She favored the early meal because it would allow us to fuck twice when we got home, and she could still get her 10 hours of sleep. Her limo was due at 9:30 a.m..

The dinner was a blur. Alicia would take only consommé and a half flute of the nice champagne I bought. She spent most of the time signing autographs and taking photos with other guests, her in the middle of some couple, and even a few upper couples, them on either side grinning like hyenas. Ms. Mogumbo showed up out of nowhere and Alicia had to "No comment" her about five times, but the paper's society photographer got quite a few nice shots of my wife, one with her left tit exposed down to the nipple. By 7:15 we were out of there.

The surprise totally worked, thank you again Sam. Everyone had parked carefully away from the house and when I opened the door for my wife and everyone sprang up to shout Alicia was genuinely moved. It was only 7:35 but our bedtime was 9:30 so everything went fast.

Alicia toured the room air-kissing and hugging and crying with some of the girls and accepting their best wishes. Dad held her in a bear hug for about a minute with Mrs. P. looking on approvingly. Dad and Mom were leaving early because of the long drive home and I think because Mrs. P. got a little carried away with the champagne and was kissing every girl there dozens of times. Draymond sat center stage on the couch with a gaggle of guests around him. He was the only upper guest so it was pretty natural. The girls who weren't gushing over Alicia would wander into his crowd and gush at him.

I stood to the side, just watching and appreciating, content but also sad our days together were over for a while. How long a while I didn't know, but six months seemed likely to me. The party was quieting down. Dray announced that he'd be off to visit some friends and Alicia went and sat next to him. I watched his eyes disperse the crowd. Guests were gathering jackets and beginning to leave. I was shaking hands and cheek kissing the girls, then I'd wander back to my perch. Dray reached over and took Alicia's small hand in his and wished her bon chance. They huddled, heads close, laughing over something, enjoying her and his success I suppose. Her hand rested gently on his knee.

Bri drifted over to me. There were only three or four other guests still present.

"They look pretty comfortable together, don't they?" Briana said.

"Yeah. She's always been in awe of him, but now she's a finalist she's a little more confident."

"It could be that."

"Yeah."

"Or could be cause he fucked her."

I was...what? I cannot even describe it. This was a joke in super bad taste, even for a girl as nutty as Bri.

I looked over toward the couch. Alicia twisted her body into Dray's to accept a big, warm bearhug. Which he held for some seconds, his big arms holding her tight to his chest. He whispered something. She looked up and smiled.

I tried laughing off Bri's joke. I was the host here, the husband of a finalist. This was my castle. Not going to start some stupid blather about a stupid joke. Not if I wanted my nose to survive the next five minutes.

Bri was saying, "Don't laugh, I'm..." But just then Sam and her husband came over to us and I had to thank her so much, she had been my lifesaver, and shake hands with him, show them over to Alicia and Dray for their final good byes, and then thank them both again and show them to the door. As I did Draymond rose and called over to Bri. Alicia was standing alone in front of the couch.

"Bri. Come, please."

Bri nodded to him and then I was shaking Dray's hand at the door and thanking them both. I even kissed Bri's cheek although I didn't exactly feel like it at that moment. But I appreciated Dray letting me recognize him that way. They left with another couple, his big arm around Briana's shoulders.

The guests were gone. Alicia motioned me upstairs, so I went and kissed her and followed her up. We both showered again, nice to be clean. We still had time for those two fucks, but after all the excitement of the day she was too tired to give me a blowjob.