A Night For Queen Carol - Sex Stories

A Night For Queen Carol

... matching red high heels.

Carol then proceeded to get ready by applying her makeup, powder, and perfume. She did her hair last. Once this was done, we debated what she should wear underneath the dress. The final decision was that she would wear matching French-cut panties. Carol slid the panties on and then I helped her with her dress. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I knelt in front of her and assisted with putting her heels on.

“I have a little present for you,” I stated.

“Really, you didn't have to get me anything.” Was her reply.

“Well, I did, and I hope you like it!”

I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer to retrieve a small jewelry box. I presented the box to Carol, and she opened it tentatively. Inside the box was a small gold chain with a hot wife pendant hanging from it. Carol stared at it for a second and then looked at me and just gasped. “I can't believe you bought me this! It's beautiful and I love it! Help me put it on!”

With the chain and pendant on, Carol walked over to her dressing area to see how she looked in her dressing mirror. She twirled around a few times and stopped facing me. “I feel so sexy! What do you think?”

“I think you're absolutely beautiful and sexy!” was my reply.

Carol then retrieved her clutch dinner bag and went to the kitchen to transfer a few items into it. Once she was done, she walked over to me and gave me a deep and passionate kiss. “I love you so much. Thank you for letting ...

... me do this and understanding me! I’ll be home after midnight but before 1:00 AM.” She turned from me and walked out. I heard the car engine start and the garage door open. And with that, she was gone.

Now, it's all about the waiting and that's not any fun. At first, you keep yourself busy doing a few chores around the house but as the evening wears on, your mind wanders to Carol and what she is doing. As the evening wears on and it gets later and later without any contact from Carol, you know what she’s doing and that thought begins to eat at you.

Is he being a gentleman? Is he treating her right? Is he holding her hand as they walk to dinner? Is he holding her close when you’re dancing? Is she responding? Is she rubbing up against him? Is she wet for him? Is she on her knees for him? Is she sucking his cock? Is he as hard as me? Is he taking it slow and easy or just pounding the hell out of her? These thoughts and many more just kept eating at me.

Finally, right after midnight, I received a text from her stating she would be home in twenty minutes. I was to have the waxing chair ready for her. Twenty minutes later, Carol walked into the kitchen. She looked good and HOT! She sat her purse down and walked over to me. She placed her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Again, it was deep and passionate. “I can’t thank you enough! It was amazing! Fucking amazing!” she stated.

She then walked over to the chair and lifted her dress up over her breast. No ...