Page 12 of Prince Cheating Charming

Alexander didn’t seem to care, but I didn’t know which was worse. People feeling sorry for me as the poor little humiliated wife, or the thirsty triumph I now saw all over the palace. Of course the girl from some backwards place like Gesaint would get cheated on, their smug faces said.

Did these women all fuck Alexander? Were they just waiting for him to get really bored of me so they could take a turn being Queen?

I did a feverish amount of research. I looked up 57 Ways To Make Sure Your Man Never Strays. I memorized 24 Oral Techniques That’ll Make Your Man Crazy. I pored over 99 New Ways To Lick His Dick.

And I tried to put as many of these 99 new ways into practice.

I filled my mouth with ice cubes and sucked his dick, ice-cool drool running down my chin as I tried to keep them all in my mouth.

I ordered dozens of new pieces of lingerie, each one more sumptuous than the last. When the latest one came, in, it was a gorgeous satiny white, cupping my small breasts perfectly, and falling with lush opulence over my ass. Looking at myself in the mirror, I slipped into my highest heels and twisted this way and that.

He’d like this, wouldn’t he?

Excitedly, I hurried down the back hallway so nobody could see me, and slipped into Alexander’s office. I had checked and double-checked his schedule and I knew he’d be arriving soon for a meeting.

Before I could chicken out, I went into the attached supply room. It was perfect because it had a separate exit, so if I did chicken out, I could get away without him seeing me.

And I waited, pressing my face to the crack in the door.

My heart started pounding faster when I saw my husband enter the room. Tall, confident, self-assured. Maybe, I had to admit, even a little cocky. He held himself like the King he was, every inch of his body showing his power, even though he was more likely to grin roguishly or crack a joke than wield the immense power he had as King.

I licked my lips nervously.

When should I come out?

I was just gathering my courage when Julia walked in the room.

She was dressed in a tiny pantsuit that showed her tall, elegant legs to perfection, her blouse clinging to her big tits. Her long blonde hair fell down her back like a waterfall.

I felt my thick straightish hair nervously. No matter how much I straightened it, it still looked dull and insipid. It was fucking hard work to battle my natural curly hair.

“Have time for a quickie?” she cooed. “I’d love to be pounded by your big cock right now.”

My heart stilled.

What the fuck!

Alexander was at his desk, his hands moving rapidly between two laptops, his phone in front of him.

“Or want me to suck your dick?” she purred, coming around the other side of the desk, running her hands over my husband’s back, across my husband’s broad shoulders, teasingly tugging my husband’s tie. “Nothing turns me on like your cock in my mouth.”

My forehead was stinging with how hard my face was pressed against the crack.

Alexander waved Julia away, and for a second I felt a breath of relief.

He was rejecting her.

But then he spoke.

“Too busy right now,” he said impatiently. “Maybe tomorrow or the next day.”

My heart felt like it sunk all the way down to my toes as my stomach did flip-flops.

I was standing here ready to give him a sexy surprise and he was fucking scheduling a blowjob date with his chief of staff!

“All right,” Julia purred. “Just don’t make it too long. You know how horny you make me.”

She put a finger in her mouth, sucking on it for a second, then opened the door to leave, brushing past Libby as she headed down the hallway.

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