Celeste and Dave Bush were busy cleaning house, Celeste scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen floors. Miss Elsa might, if she had time, might be over later and the house had to be spotless. Since Celeste was the one usually licking the floors of any cum, piss, or other mess, she wanted them as clean as possible. Dave was in charge of dusting and vacuuming so Miss Elsa didn't think her boyfriend loved living in a pig pen. She thought that once, offering to break up with him, not longer be his girlfriend if he didn't mind a dirty house. Her own house was clean at all times, and she expected the same from those she dated. Since Dave was enamored with the redhead Ann Margret lookalike, with the sexy smile and happy disposition, he wasn't about to do anything silly like have a dirty house.
A month ago, none of this was thought about. Celeste admitted after seeing a movie, to a fantasy of being a cuckquean, the wife who submitted to her husband and his girlfriend. Dave offered to dominate her without a third party, but she was sure he'd make the fantasy be so bad, well, it wasn't worth the effort.
Dave found some women online to be the girlfriend, some not clicking when they met, some thinking dominating the wife meant being sadistic, a few who didn't even match their pictures online. One fit all their criteria, taking the time to ask Celeste about her fantasy, to see if it matched what her husband said she wanted.
Elsa Queen matched the picture perfectly, even if both thought someone subbed a picture of a young Ann Margret as a joke. She was real, she was personable, she was the type of woman Dave got horny thinking about on a romantic date. That she not only was willing to see more about the fantasy, but she also tapped into a deep, previously unknown need of Celeste to submit with humiliation. Not only did Celeste go to her knees for her, but she eagerly allowed Miss Elsa to tell Celeste to humiliate herself.
Now she texted she was visiting if she had time, the couple rushing to make sure the house and snacks were prepared in case she did show. If not, to them, there was less cleaning later, so it worked out.
They were thirty-two years old, both no longer in the shape they were, such as Elsa who was a decade younger and in better shape than either of them. For once, there was talk of working out, to condition themselves to better keep up with the younger and energetic woman even Dave was now taking suggestions from.
As Dave was raking leaves in the back yard, a radio playing, he failed to hear someone come through the gate and back to the house. The woman was almost to the backdoor when Dave looked up to see the woman with short dark hair opening the door.
"Hey! Debbie! What are you doing here? We told you we weren't interested."
The reply was a middle finger as the sadistic twenty-six-year-old simply walked in, surprising Celeste who turned the corner from the bathroom to almost run her over.
"We told you to go away."
"I did, now I'm back, cunt."
Celeste tried to get around her, the pain in the head stopping her. She fell to the floor just as Dave came into view. Before he could do anything, Debbie pointed a gun at him and smiled widely.
"She met with my butt and passed out with glorious feelings. Now strip."
Dave didn't make a move, the tattoos and scowl not bothering him as much as the gun in the hand.
"What are you planning on doing?"
"We met when you wanted your wife to submit to a stronger, better woman than she is, and you want a stronger, better woman in your life. I need a place to live since I've been tossed out for not paying rent. We both win."
"You need to leave. You're a crazy person."
"Yet, you find me irresistible. Now strip."
She pointed the gun down, stepping on Celeste's prone form.
"I can stamp my foot to break her neck, or I can shoot her. Of the three choices, what do you want to happen?"
Dave undressed, standing nude before her. Debbie started laughing.
"You were going to make a strong woman happy with
that
? Does it grow or will it forever be a clit with balls?"
"I don't find this situation erotic. Now leave."
"You are either really stupid or just fucking stupid."
The heel of the shoe went at an angle at Celeste's neck. Dave relented.
"Fine, what do you want?"
