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The weekend following the Sunday lunch foursome, I took them to the airport for their 2 week honeymoon / holiday in Italy. This followed the normal routine with me driving and them sat in the back, parking in the short term parking and helping with the cases etc to the departure lounge with me taking my wife’s considerable luggage. I knew that inside her case was some lingerie that I bought her / them as a surprise present. I must admit my cuck instinct made me buy it. The only difference being we all left from our house, there was no picking them up from boyfriends flat as by this time he was virtually living with us. She pecked me on the cheek goodbye and I watched them stroll to the check-in desk.
There was no comms from her until that evening when she sent me a message to say they had arrived and the hotel in the centre of Rome was amazing (it should be at that price I thought, I had paid much of the cost!) and they were heading out to find somewhere for dinner. As per normal on her dates / holidays there was very little from her. I am not allowed to contact her except in an emergency, she said it would disturb their romantic time together. The only message I had was the day after they arrived. It said “Hope you are working your way through the chores I set you. To make sure you are not spending the whole time wanking I asked Hannah to check in on you and send me a progress report on your chores, I think she is stopping by today and will be regularly whilst we are away. Show her 100% respect and do everything she says otherwise I will not be pleased.” My heart was racing and my mind went off in a million directions. My first thought was I had not even started the chores. I poured a bucket of warm water and started scrubbing the kitchen floor (Task no 1 on the list). Whilst scrubbing the floor I tried to work out what this could mean?
I stopped for a break and checked my phone, no more messages but I saw my wife had started to post pictures online of their holiday, showing pictures of her and boyfriend out for dinner and some pictures of Rome with captions like “Living my best life in the most romantic city in the world”. I noticed many of her friends had liked and commented. I did the same as I knew she would expect me to do so, I left a comment against each post saying ‘enjoy’ etc, which I admit was a cuck thing which was enjoyable when several of her friends liked me comments.
Later on that afternoon the doorbell rang which sent my heart racing. Hannah stood on our doorstep, I invited her in. Hannah is not in my wife’s league but is still an attractive woman, voluptuous but with nice curves. I always thought her slightly aggressive personality and demeanour frightened men off. She was wearing a skirt which covered most of her legs and a fitted blouse and some low heels. I could smell her distinctive perfume. I offered her a coffee and made it for her whilst we had some polite chit chat. She had seen my wife’s pictures and commented that she looked like she was having a good time.
“Your wife also asked me to check on your progress on the list of chores”
I looked down and confessed that I had only completed the first task.
“But you dropped them over 24 hours ago, is that all you have done? She asked me to check over the house as well”
So Hannah went off walking from room to room.
After a considerable time she returned with a scolding tone. You have only done one task and the house is a mess. I won’t even mention the wank tissues in your room just left on the side (Suddenly I remembered the tissues I had not cleared up in my room!)
“What am I going to tell XXXX? That you have spent the whole 24 hours wanking?”
The embarrassment and humiliation of my intimate details and sex life (well lack of sex life) being laid bare to my wife’s friend was a bit of a cuck utopia.
“You also have not stripped the bed in your wife and YYYYs room, done any washing, hoovered, cleaned the bathroom or toilet, you have spent the last 24 hours wanking! Do you really want me to tell her that?” I just stared at my feet.
“Get me another coffee, I need to think what I am going to tell her” I must admit my submissive / cuck personality was in full mode. The fact that we had never got on added to the dynamic, she was clearly enjoying the power she now had over me.
I brought her the coffee, she was sat in the living room. She took a sip and told me “No wonder she found herself another man, your not delivering around the house like you did not deliver in the bedroom. At least she is getting some proper cock now.”
“Yes Hannah” I uttered.
“I am a going to give you a chance to put this right, I am coming back in a few days and I want to see a big improvement”
I was bright red and my micro cock was stirring, “Yes Hannah”
With every word, after years of us displaying our dislike for each other, her dominance was total and she was loving it.
With that she got up, straightened her skirt and walked to the front door.
“I will see you soon, there better be progress or I am going to tell XXXX and YYYY and it won’t be good for you”
I heard the door shut behind her. When would Hannah be back? I knew one thing, I better get on with my chores. Mind you I had to have a wank first, my cuck sitter had made turned me on too much.