Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 116

(Kaden POV)

Work was a grind, and the added responsibilities at the office were a new and heavy weight on my wife. Most days, Annabel arrived home stressed and tired, rolling in just in time for dinner. I had my own stresses, but they actually seemed less. Plus, on most weekdays, I could manage an afternoon nap before I picked up the kids. It was reinvigorating. Once homework and baths were squared away, I would put the kids to bed, then attend to her. I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV.

Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.

At the exact same time that I noticed my hard cock had escaped the fly of my boxers, she noticed, too.

"Well, I guess you enjoy rubbing my feet as much as I do,” she said with a little laugh. "Wifey's clit is so big tonight.”

We had both become comfortable enough in my new role that our conversation sometimes was sprinkled with playful, mocking pet names like "wifey." I would sometimes tease her back by calling her "boss" or "bitch-queen.”

She grazed my cock with her naked foot, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. She chuckled, sat up and wrapped her hand around my hard shaft.

"God, you are hard as a rock. Is this really turning you on, baby?"

I replied with a breathless yes, and she giggled.

Maybe it was a tendency lying latent or dormant in me for a long time. Nevertheless, I was somewhat prepped for, even eager to accept her sexual assertiveness.

For a minute or two, she silently stroked my cock and teased my balls with her feet. She then noticed the bead of precum that had formed on the urethral opening of my cock. She sat up and then swiped it onto her finger. I think she shocked and surprised us both by depositing the drop onto my tongue and into my gaping, panting mouth. Both of us blushed. She smiled, and I swallowed.

"I think wifey should do her duty and give her man a nice, long blowjob. Don't you think?"

I nodded.

"Get up and strip for me.”

In less than a minute, I stood before her completely naked, completely erect and completely hers. I was so mesmerized by the experience that I wasn't even nervous about the kids waking up and finding us like this in the living room. I was ready to perform for her, ready to serve. I was turned on like nothing else.

With warmth and love and just a bit of steel, she smiled at me. She stood and slipped off her panties, past her black thigh-highs, to her feet. Next, she removed her top and bra. Except for her skirt and stockings, she was naked. She sat like a queen on the edge of the sofa.

"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me, I want you to make me happy," she said.

I complied and resting on my haunches, I knelt before my queen.

She took my face in her hands and stroked it. She ran her fingers through my hair for a few seconds, then took my head and her hands and pushed me down. She didn't want me to kiss and lick her thighs or engage in any preliminaries. No, she guided my lips and face directly to where she wanted them to be, between her legs and nuzzling her hot, wet delta. I'd never found her so wet.

Since earning her promotion, Annabel had stopped shaving her pussy, and it had grown very fast. It was thick dark mass of curls, and I loved it. I never thought I would, but I did. Otherwise, her pussy was trimmed and clipped into a neat V-shape, but it was natural with that delta. I felt it against the bridge of my nose and the bottom of my forehead as my mouth worshipped and drank from her. My tongue lapped hungrily, desperately at her lips, licking up her juice, circling her clit and plunging below.

"Oh, God, that's good," she gasped and whispered. "Keep it up.”

I loved it, too. I'd told myself that my new femdom fantasies where just that, fantasies. They were something a bored, 40-something man like myself could explore but wouldn't enjoy in reality. After all, I was a man in a straight marriage. I had put the lie to my own thoughts now. My cock had never been harder, and it felt so right. I had to admit it. I was desperate to please her. Apparently, I was succeeding.

Her moans increased in frequency and volume, and then she surprised me by pushing me away. I lay back on my elbows while she stood and composed herself. Then, she surprised me again.

"Lie flat," she commanded. I obeyed

She took a few steps and straddled my torso. Despite the low light of the room, I could see up through her skirt to pussy, dark and pungent. Her scent filled the room and it was intoxicating. My queen stared down at me, arms akimbo. Her eyes were clear and shined with strength and power. Wordlessly, she relaxed her arms and descended. Her skirt enveloped my head like the hood around the head of a condemned man. Here was the death of my old life and the beginning of a new one. How perfect it was that I should worship pussy when it was pussy that brought me into this world. Now, it would be pussy; hot wet cunt; that would remake me.

I don't remember what followed precisely. My state of mind was ecstatic now, not susceptible to detail and memorization. Intense images and feelings, I do recall. The heat and taste of her pussy, her juices, the feel of her knees and thighs on each side of my face — sometimes touching, sometimes like distant pillars holding aloft her Delta, the intoxicating scent of her in my nostrils, the weight of her as she sometimes came to rest on my chin and mouth. Her nectar poured down my chin onto my neck. I licked and licked and endlessly I licked. Both of us were hungry again. Her moans were like hymns to me. Her orgasms stair-stepped — a small one, almost imperceptible to me; a second one — intense but still in the realm of past experience. Between the first and second, I licked at her thighs, her bush. Between the second and the third, I blew and snuffled at her quim. Finally, she said, "One more.”

I resumed my licking, slowly exploring where she was most sensitive and where I could apply myself with vigor. I paced things slowly.

Meanwhile, She spoke to me.

"My God, I've never felt you lick me like this before,” she said between breaths. "It's amazing."

As the sexual tension built in her loins again, the words ceased and became grunts and groans. My pace increased. I was lapping at her, hungry for her juicy cunt. I circled her clit with my tongue and plunged down again to lick inside her. Slowly, very slowly, I licked up, not neglecting in part of her I could reach with my tongue. Eventually, I peaked at her clit again. I circled it and licked at the sweet spot nearby.

Her gasps and cries turned into something almost guttural and strangled. I had brought her to frenzy. Her legs jerked, her pussy now beat against my chin and mouth and she exploded, bouncing. She drenched me, rubbing her delta against my face and forehead then collapsed, falling forward onto the palms of her hand. She was on all fours above me.

Gasping for air and dripping sweat from her face, she uttered a single exclamation, "Holy fuck!" and then collapsed completely onto the floor, facedown.

I chuckled softly in pleasure.

Eventually, we picked ourselves up, went to the bedroom and put on robs. The next order of business was to make some cocktails, gather some midnight snacks and talk.