My adorable wife was definitely up to something.

I had thought that becoming the queen and a mother might even out her unpredictable antics, but many times over the years I had been proven wrong. This case was just the latest in a long line of such silly schemes.

The problem was that, although I knew she was planning something, for once I had absolutely no idea what it was. She had been giving me furtive looks all day whenever she saw me, and I noticed her whispering with a group of maids at one point, looking excited. When I approached, one of the maids shoved a bag into Bertia's hands, and they all scattered. My wife looked at me with shock, then scurried away, badly concealing the bag in the folds of her skirt. I let her go without a challenge, as the sight of her thinking that she was hiding something from me was just too adorable.

I wasn't concerned with trying to figure out what Bertia was hiding. If she didn't trip up and reveal it to me herself, I planned to do some digging. But I knew from long experience that my lovely queen was not gifted at hiding anything from me.

It turned out that I only had to wait until that evening. As I entered our bedchambers like usual, I saw Bertia lying on the bed, wearing a gossamer gown that I had purchased for her as part of her birthday present this year. Upon opening it, she had blushed a beautiful shade of crimson and promptly slammed the box shut, which had really been the main reaction I had been going for. I had planned to gradually convince her to try wearing it, but here she was, willingly putting it on by herself.

Despite the fact that this made her actions even more suspicious, I couldn't help but stare at her. Even after bearing two children, my beautiful wife's body was extremely alluring to me. I supposed, since she was my fated maiden, she would never stop being fascinating to me.

As I was caught up by the sight of my wife strewn across our bed, she shifted a little, then called, "Cil, come to bed." Her voice trembled a little as she spoke, and her face flushed as she used the nickname that she knew I preferred.

Although this was undoubtedly part of whatever plan she was executing, she was just too sweet to resist. With a smile, I complied, shedding my clothes as I came to her. Bertia watched me undress with wavering eyes, although to her credit she didn't look away. Finally, I knelt down on the bed next to her, naked and already half-erect from the titillating image in front of me. I leaned over her, bringing our faces close together to whisper, "All right, Tia. I've played your game. Now what is it exactly that you're trying to do?"

Instantly, she averted her eyes as she stammered out an answer. "D-do? Cil, w-what are you talking about? I just want to have a nice night with my husband." She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, then reached out and pushed on my chest with her hands. Startled, I allowed her to guide me into a seated position on the edge of the bed. She knelt on the floor in front of me, and timidly took a strip of white cloth from around her wrist. "I…I would like to try tying this around your eyes, if you please."

I nearly laughed. It was all just too cute; the downcast eyes, the guilty pose, the formal speech. I managed to get a hold of myself and answer, "If you want." At the very least, this promised to be an interesting night.

I sat still as Bertia attempted to the cloth around my eyes. I heard her mumbling to herself as she worked, fretting over whether the blindfold was too tight. If it hadn't been for her chest in my face, I would have been amused enough to laugh out loud. As it was, the tips of her nipples were tantalizingly close to my mouth as she leaned over, and I decided that would be much more fun instead. Leaning forward slightly, I flicked the tip of my tongue over one of the sweet buds, enjoying Bertia's outraged gasp as I did so.

"Cecil-sama, don't do that right now, I'm trying to–"

But I was entirely uninterested in her protests. In response, I closed my lips around the nipple, and enjoyed her gasp, this time one of pleasure. I suckled on her through the sheer nightgown, enjoying the rasping resistance of the fabric in my mouth. Bertia's hand fisted in my hair, but she still valiantly tried to protest this treatment.

"C-Cil, stop that, I was trying to…trying to…"

But at this point Bertia couldn't seem to remember just what it was that she had been doing. I took advantage of her confusion to reach one of my hands up and grasp her free breast, kneading it gently with my fingertips. My wife mewled, and the blindfold started to slip from her hand, allowing me to look up at her.

As our eyes met, she finally remembered that she had been on a mission. She pushed her body away from me, and I regretfully lost my hold on both of her breasts. Hastily, she tied the cloth around my eyes, focusing more on speed than quality. As a result, when she withdrew, I was still able to see fairly clearly if I angled my eyes downwards. I chose not to share this information with my wife, anticipating that this would make things more interesting for me.

Finally satisfied with her preparations, Bertia sat back down on the floor with a triumphant bounce. I watched from the gap in my blindfold as she reached out and grabbed my dick. Then, incredibly, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.

I tried my best not to jerk my body too much and throw her off. Bertia had done this for me a few times before, but she was still fairly shy in bed, so it wasn't something she did very often. I promptly stopped caring about what she was hiding, and decided that whatever it was would probably be worth it.

For a few blissful minutes, I simply basked in the feeling of her lips traveling up and down my shaft, punctuated with motions from her tongue. Then, as suddenly as she had begun, Bertia stopped. The warmth of her mouth left me, and I was left panting slightly, trying desperately to wait it out while she fiddled with something under the bed. I attempted to rally my senses, straining my eyes to see what else she was doing now.

She was holding something in her hand that appeared to have been hidden under the bed. I couldn't see what it was very well, but it was a bright shade of yellow, and rather large. I watched as she brought it closer to me, and decided that I would humor her and at least allow her to try whatever she had planned.

I felt the touch of something wet on my dick once again, but this time it wasn't nearly as warm and sweet as my wife's mouth. It was pushed slowly down my length, sliding with an uncomfortable squelching feeling until it was resting against my balls. As it came to a stop, I felt liquid trickle down my body, and suppressed a shudder at the unpleasant feeling. I opened my mouth to ask what Bertia was doing, but just as I was about to speak, I felt her mouth return to the top of my dick. My teeth clenched against the sensation. She began to move, both her mouth and the odd yellow object she had placed on me. The object was certainly interesting, but it was more annoying than anything because it was preventing Bertia from fully engulfing me.

I endured this torture for a minute, then could bear it no longer. I reached up and pulled the blindfold off, gazing fully upon my wife.

At this point in our marriage, I had convinced myself that I was beyond being surprised by anything Bertia did. But the evidence to refute that was sitting right on my dick, in the form of a yellow fruit.

Bertia must have noticed some sort of change in my body language, and brought her head off of me. She saw that my blindfold was down, and gasped, "Cecil-sama, you weren't supposed to take that off!"

I stared at her. "Tia, I hardly think that's important right now. Might I ask exactly what it is that you have placed upon my penis?"

Bertia's cheeks flushed magnificently, and she once again avoided my eyes. "Oh…it's a citron."

I allowed a moment of silence to pass before repeating her words in a flat tone. "A citron."

She nodded once.

"On my penis."

Another nod.

"...why, exactly?" I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to hear her answer to that, but at the very least it promised to be entertaining.

Her blush spread to her ears as she began to speak. "Well, the maids were talking earlier today…they said that this is the latest craze spreading around. Women use a citron fruit on their lovers, and then use their mouths too. It's supposed to feel like having sex and being licked at the same time. They all insisted that their lovers were crazy for it, and said that I should try it, too. They even gave me a citron to use. I had to put the hole in it myself, of course! I'm aiming to be a first-class queen, so I'm the only one who knows Cecil-sama's size."

As she spoke, I fought the urge to laugh out loud at her antics. So this was what the maids had been talking to her about earlier. Honestly, I wasn't sure whether to punish them or thank them for this…experience. I decided to determine their fate later. Right now, there was someone much more important who needed to be dealt with.

I pulled the citron off of my erection, casting it to one side. Bertia's eyes grew wide, and she finally turned to meet my gaze. I smiled smoothly and said, "My dear Tia, I really appreciate you trying to do something like this for me. It makes me overjoyed to know that you are concerned about my pleasure. But, my love, I assure you that nothing makes me happier in bed than just having your body. Apparently, this is something you need to be reminded of." Leaning forward, I grabbed Bertia under her arms and lifted her, squealing, until she was seated in my lap, straddling my legs. Wrapping my arms around her, I leaned in close and whispered, "I suppose I'll have to take the rest of the night to do so."