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Part 5:
My mind was in a daze and a mix of emotions was running through me. My best friend’s hand was pushing my head in towards his crotch as his balls filled my mouth and my nose pressed into his cock – my wife dancing in lingerie for him, sipping on the drink I made her. She told me to stop and to go prepare the bed for them.
She sat down next to him and started kissing his neck as I stood up. She only said “Make the room perfect for us, or we will kick you out of it for the rest of the night.” – she went back to kissing as I simply said Yes goddess and walked into our room and looked at our marital bed, shared only by us up to this point. I was sad at first then jealous as I started to make the bed and turn it down for them.
Then I began to look at the clean sheets and thought about how little our bed was used for anything other than sleeping. I remembered how inadequate I was and how I had only given my wife an orgasm twice, and only ever from oral, even though she preferred penetration so much more. I was no longer jealous but accepting, as I remembered that he was giving my wife what she deserved and something I never could. He was making her happy and satisfying desires I was simply incapable of. As I finished perfecting the bed, I sprayed a room spray lightly in the air over the sheets. I lit some candles and picked everything up off the floor. As I double checked everything, I felt like she would be happy and allow me to stay to watch my marital bed be reclaimed by my best friend and her lover.
When I walked out, she was in the kitchen walking back to the couch with shots. I honestly expected to see his cock in her mouth so I was surprised haha – they took a quick shot and she asked me if the room was ready. I told her yes and she quickly reminded me to say yes Goddess anytime she spoke and to address Brandon as Sir. I said yes Goddess and Sir as she handed me the shot glasses to wash and said that she had better check for herself. Brandon stood up and walked to the restroom and shut the door without saying a word.
My wife came back out to the kitchen, said good job, grabbed my balls and told me I could watch a real man take her. She instructed me to strip and kneel outside the bathroom to escort Brandon in as she lay sprawled across the bed in her lingerie, awaiting him, her new lover. She was loving every second of this after years of no excitement or pleasure from me. I hear a flush as Brandon opens the door and leaves his pants on the floor. He comes out with his shirt open and cock semi hard. He asked me if I would mind helping getting him fully hard so he looked good when he walked in. I did as I was told until he said he was ready and to take him to her. He stopped me to say he sprayed the seat a little and that he knew I wouldn’t mind cleaning it up after they got going.
I walked him in to her and she told me to kneel beside his him. She rubbed herself looking at his throbbing cock next to my face as I kneeled and said nothing. As she got wet, she told him to slap me with it a few times before coming to her. He laughed, gave me 3 hard cock slaps, and they both laughed. She told me to sit in the corner and wait further instructions. I told her I should go clean a mess in the bathroom first in case she had to use it. I wouldn’t want her being upset with me for the mess.
Brandon laughed and explained that he missed a bit and apologized to her. She laughed and just as she reminded him that they not only had a toy for fluffing him, they also had a maid. She told me to clean his mess using only my tongue and that I could return to the corner when spotless. She said “I want you to taste all of my lover tonight. Get started.” I figured I would just use TP to clean and that they would never know. To my surprise, I actually felt bad about cheating and not doing what I was told. I craved being obedient to them and doing as told even when they weren’t watching. His dribble and slight miss turned out to be much more than he described as I signed, dropped to my knees, and began filling her command. Did I even have free will left in me at this point? I was so focused on serving as told I wasn’t even sure. Like dog, I began licking the floor clean and fast – I wanted to get back to my corner.
Part 6 coming
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