Cuck Queen Dream
By Ruby Beauvoir
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Cuck Queen Dream
It started with a phone call.
Gina Wilson picked up the receiver and dialed her husband’s cell-phone – expecting to catch the busy Vice President between meetings, or maybe catching a quick sandwich at his desk.
But, instead, she picked up.
“Hello, Mr. Wilson’s phone. Can I help you?”
Standing in her kitchen, Gina heard a female voice instead of the familiar one she’d been expecting; and her blood ran cold.
“Who is this?” She demanded.
“Who is this?” Came the friendly reply.
“No, seriously,” Gina wasn’t screwing around anymore. “Who is this? Where’s my husband?”
“Oh!” The woman on the other end of the line laughed, lightly and innocently. “This must be Mrs. Wilson! Hello, I’m Rachel – Simon’s new administrative assistant.”
Gina’s eyes narrowed.
“Simon?” She demanded. “You mean Mr. Wilson?”
“Yes,” Rachel replied cheerfully. “He’s just in the shower right now, so I thought I’d answer his phone. Can I take a message, or shall I get him to give you a call back?”
“In the shower?” Gina was fuming. How inappropriate was this? Some… some…. slut answering her husband’s phone, while he was in the shower?
“No, thank you,” Gina hissed. “I think you’d told me quite enough already.”
And then she hung up the phone and waited.
* * *
Late that night, Simon’s BMW pulled into the driveway, and Gina stood by the door and waited for her husband to step inside.
He swung open the front door and found Gina standing with her hands on her hips at the bottom of the stairs – a tiny five-feet tall dynamo of rage and frustration.
“Uh,” Simon cocked his head on one side uncertainly, and dropped his briefcase by the door. “Hi, honey.”
Gina didn’t say anything for a moment. She just glared at him.
Finally, her mouth opened and she screamed: “Who the fuck is Rachel?”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Rachel,” he started loosening his tie, “is my new administrative assistant. I told you I was getting one; ever since Anne left on maternity leave.”
Gina’s eyes narrowed. She’d not been entirely convinced the baby Rachel’s predecessor was about to give birth to hadn’t actually been Simon’s.
“So,” Gina growled. “This Rachel woman’s been there, what, three days? And she’s already answering your cell phone while you’re in the shower?”
She took a menacing step forward.
“Why were you in the shower, Simon? Had you just fucked her?”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Simon rolled his eyes. “Not this shit again.”
“Yes, this shit again,” Gina hissed. “Don’t pretend to be innocent! I see straight through you! Why else would you be having a shower at twelve o’clock in the afternoon?”
Simon took a step towards his fuming wife and laid a hand on each of her shoulders; gripping on when she tried to shrug them off.
“I was down in the gym, Gina,” he said soothingly. “In the other building? I was having a shower because I’d just finished 5k on the treadmill.”
Gina’s eyes widened. That made sense.
“I’d left my phone in my office to charge,” he continued. “You know how shitty the battery on that thing is. That’s why Rachel probably answered it.”
“So…” Gina’s rage was beginning to subside.
“Jesus, Gina,” Simon rubbed her shoulders lovingly. “You’ve been to my office. You know I don’t even have a shower up there.”
Fuck, Gina realized. He was right.
“Oh,” she meekly responded. “I guess…”
Simon bent his head down and kissed his tiny wife.
“Stop with this, Gina,” he warned her. “Don’t start acting crazy all over again. You’re getting as bad as you were with Danielle.” Danielle had been one of Simon’s colleagues; and Gina had been convinced he’d been sleeping with her, too.
“I-I’m sorry,” she grumbled non-committedly. “I just… I just get so mad at the thought of you touching another woman.” She wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed. “Just the thought of your big, sexy hands on another girl’s body…”
As she was saying this, Gina’s hand slid down to the front of Simon’s pants, and she squeezed the soft bulge of his cock through the thin material.
“It drives me crazy.” She started rubbing his cock through his pants. “The thought of some slut wrapping her lips around this big, thick cock of yours,” she bit her lip as she felt Simon’s cock swell and throb, “or you fucking her, deep and fast.”
A moment later, they were kissing; Gina’s lips and tongue aggressively working against Simon’s.
She lifted her hands from his now-hard cock and started pulling off his jacket.
“Man, I get so jealous,” she admitted, as his Brooks Brother’s jacket fell to the hardwood floor. “I love you so much, and think you’re so sexy. I just get so… so… heated when I think of you cheating on me.”
And in truth? She wasn’t sure whether that heat was merely anger. As she continued talking, and unbuttoning Simon’s shirt, she realized she was getting very moist and squirmy at the thought.
“When I see those other women look at you… I just know they want you as badly as I do.” She wrenched open Simon’s belt and then yanked his pants down. “I just know you’re going to cheat on me.”
She dropped to her knees in front of her husband, and pulled down Simon’s boxer shorts.
Sproing! His hard and throbbing cock bounced out, practically hitting her in the face.
“I just imagine you coming home, and me giving you a blowjob,” Gina groaned, as she stroked his hard shaft with her tiny hands, “and tasting some other slut’s pussy on you.”
And then she opened her mouth and engulfed Simon’s cock.
“Oh, Christ,” he groaned, as he felt the delicious heat and wetness of Gina’s mouth on his straining erection. “That’s so good.”
And it was. Her lips and tongue were so soft, and wet, and she moved them so perfectly together. The feeling of her worshipping his cock with her mouth was enough to make Simon’s knees weak.
With a wet “pop” Gina pulled her mouth from his hard on.
“I imagine you fucking some slut, like that Rachel woman,” she continued, as she slathered her saliva up and down Simon’s gleaming cock. “And because you’re such a bastard, you wouldn’t wear a condom.” For a moment, her mouth returned to suck his straining dick, and Simon’s knees nearly gave out.
“And then,” she pulled her mouth off him again, “after you blew a big, hot load inside the bitch, you’d come back home to me and you wouldn’t have even washed her juices off you.”
Gina stroked Simon�
��s shaft with one hand. With the other, she reached between her thighs, into her panties, and started rubbing herself. Her pussy was already wet and eager.
“You’re such a dick,” she growled, angry at him for his hypothetical infidelity. “You’d make me get on my knees, and suck your cock just like I’m doing now,” she gave his dick a long, lavish lick to punctuate her thoughts, “and I’d taste her on you.”
She looked up with her big, brown, sexy eyes. “And I’d see you looking down at me and I’d know…”
Simon grinned.
This wasn’t the first time they’d played this game; and it wasn’t the first time Gina’s anger had turned to arousal.
“That’s right,” he playfully teased her, stroking his wife’s cheek. “Suck my dick, you jealous little bitch.”
And Gina did; slurping and sucking and fondling Simon’s balls. The wet sound of suction echoed through the room.
“Do you taste it?” Simon purred, playing into Gina’s jealous fantasies. “Do you taste that bitter, musky flavor?” He stroked her cheek, and then pulled his wife’s hair. “That’s another woman’s pussy on my dick, Gina. I fucked her just before I came home.”
Gina knew it was a game. Simon’s cock tasted of nothing but soap and skin. But damn if his words didn’t make her pulse race.
“Mmmmmmgh,” she nodded, her mouth full. “Mmmmph.”
“That’s right,” Simon continued. “I fucked her deep, and hard, and long. And I blew a big load deep into her tight little cunt. And then I pulled up my pants and came right back here, because you know what?”
“Mmmph?” Gina responded.
“Because it’s not my job to clean my cock off. That’s your job.” And then Simon gave Gina a push and she tumbled back onto the hardwood floor; his cock springing from her mouth.
Simon was on her in a second; pinning her down with one hand, and reaching between her legs with the other.
“Uuuuungh,” Gina bit her lip, as she felt his fingers sink into her wetness.
“Jesus, you’re wet,” Simon growled, as he wrenched down her panties. “You love this, don’t you?” And then he was positioning himself between her legs, and aiming the head of his swollen, spit-slick cock against the lips of her glistening pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” Gina groaned, as she felt him penetrate her.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Simon bent Gina’s back into a c-shape, and used that as leverage to sink his big cock inch-after-inch into her tight, wet pussy.
She groaned as she felt herself filled, and stretched.
“That’s right, you little bitch,” Simon grinned, as he began to fuck his wife. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” The floorboards creaked as he pounded her. “You’re just jealous because you want this big, hard cock all to yourself.”
“Oh, God, yes,” Gina groaned.
“I’m not sure if you get madder, or hornier, when you come up with these little fantasies about me cheating on you,” Simon kissed his wife hard on the mouth. “You’re sexually bi-polar,” he hissed. “You’re crazy.” And then he started fucking her even faster. “They warned me not to stick my dick in crazy.”
But Gina wasn’t listening any more. She was too far gone. She wrapped her arms around Simon’s broad shoulders and sunk her teeth into his muscular flesh.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Simon ground his hips against hers; perfectly positioned to rub her clit with his bony hips at the same time his long, thick cock pressed against her g-spot. “That’s the spot.”
“Uuuuungh,” Gina moaned.
“Come on,” with a riiiiip, Simon tore open Gina’s blouse and started squeezing one of her round, ripe tits. “Come on, you little slut. Cum for me.”
And she did.
The combination of his big, beautiful cock and his angry, sexy words tipped her over the edge. With a shuddering, feral moan, Gina exploded on Simon’s dick; arching her back and crying out as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
“Oh yeah,” Simon continued to fuck her, hard and fast, driving her orgasm longer and harder. “That’s it, you jealous little slut.” And then he squeezed her bare breast hard enough to leave bruises, and told her: “I’m cumming.”
And with a guttural moan, Simon thrust deep inside Gina and she felt his cock swell, and throb, and spurt hot wetness inside of her.
Just that sensation – of being flooded with hot jets of cum – was enough to make the well-fucked housewife cum a second time.
For a moment, their bodies hung in mutual ecstasy; joined at the hip. Then Simon and Gina flopped in exhaustion, and lay in a sweaty, panting pile on the floorboards.
“Oh, wow,” Gina muttered.
Simon looked up, and stroked a sweaty strand of hair out of her eyes.
“You know you’re crazy, right?”
Gina nodded. But although she knew she was crazy, she also knew that it resulted in some of the hottest sex she’d ever experienced.
* * *
If Gina was anything, it was consistent.
Just as she had in the past, she spent the next couple of days after the explosive floor sex in a sweet and dutiful mood; loving and attentive to Simon’s needs.
But as the days went on, that burning jealousy started smoldering back to life.
It started when Simon was set to be home late one night.
“Oh, I see,” she snarled, as she listened to him tell her not to wait up on the phone. “Is she there, too?”
“She?” Simon was genuinely confused.
“Rachel,” Gina snarled, as if saying her name was painful. “Is she ‘staying late’ tonight too?” The phone creaked as she squeezed it hard. “Are you two nice and cozy in that office?”
She couldn’t see him do it, but she could almost hear Simon roll his eyes.
“This shit, again?”
“I know she’s there,” Gina hissed. “And you have to ‘work late.’” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, have fun sleeping on the couch when you finally get back. I won’t be waiting up for you.”
“Jesus Christ, Gina…” But before he could finish, she’d hung up.
And as far as Gina was concerned, that was the end of it. Whether she truly believed Simon was cheating on her or not even she couldn’t say – but she was damn sure he was going to know that she was unhappy about it either way.
Having said her piece, she slammed down the phone, drank a large glass of wine and went to bed; hoping that Simon was regretting every minute he spent with “Rachel” instead of being home with her.
* * *
It must have been past midnight when the front door opened.
Half asleep, Gina opened one eye and watched the light frame the doorway. Simon had returned home – and hopefully he’d soon be taking advantage of the blanket and pillow she’d left on the couch for him.
Smugly satisfied, Gina rolled over and tried to get back to sleep – but then she heard it.
A voice.
Her eyes shot open.
Gina hadn’t imagined it. In amidst the sound of Simon throwing down his briefcase and taking off his jacket, she heard him talking.
And somebody was talking back to him.
Gina sat up sharply, throwing back the covers.
Simon had brought somebody home?
Slipping out of bed, Gina walked barefoot to the doorway and opened it a crack. She peered out.
There in the living room, standing by the window, was her husband – looking handsome and relaxed in his fitted shirt and slacks.
But there, standing opposite him, was another woman.
Gina’s mouth went dry.
Simon had brought home another woman. And not just any woman. She was a beautiful brunette, with sleek black hair and huge blue eyes. She looked absolutely gorgeous; so pretty that it made Gina’s guts twist painfully.
Who the fuck was she?
Why was she here?
Gina wanted to throw open the door and demand answers to her questions; but she couldn’t. It
was like her feet were cemented to the carpet. She couldn’t do anything except watch and listen.
And she didn’t like what she heard.
* * *
“Fuuuck, you’re beautiful,” Simon purred at the mysterious woman, as he stroked a waft of black hair from her face. “I can’t believe we never did this before.”
“I’ve been wanting you to for months,” the stranger smiled, her lips plump and pink. “But you always said ‘no.’ Too loyal to that pretty little wife of yours.”
Simon’s lips narrowed.
“Yeah, well,” he hissed. “She might have shot her bolt, with her behavior tonight.”
Behind the door, Gina’s blood ran cold as she heard him say that.
And then her blood ran colder, as she watched what happened next.
Out in the living room, her husband took a step towards this mysterious woman, and swept her into his arms. And then, to Gina’s horror, he kissed her hard on the mouth.
Gina whimpered as she watched.
Her beloved husband was making out with a complete stranger, in their own living room. His mouth was moving against hers, and his arms were exploring this woman’s lean, toned body through her chic dress.
With a wet-sounding ‘smack’ Simon and the woman’s lips parted.
The brunette looked up at Simon, with smoldering blue eyes.
“Ssssh,” she put her finger to her plump lips. “You’ll enjoy this.”
And then Gina watched as the stranger woman dropped to her knees in front of her husband.
With horror, Gina saw the brunette unbuckle Simon’s belt, and unzip his flies with her elegantly-manicured fingers. Then there was a rustle as Simon’s trousers dropped around his knees.
One of Gina’s hands lifted to her mouth, to clasp over it to prevent her from screaming.
The other inadvertently slipped between her thighs.
Gina was wearing nothing but an old t-shirt and a pair of panties; and as she watched the action unfold on the other side of the doorway, her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties, and sunk inside.
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