Elsa Ch 04

Dave came home from work to see Miss Elsa in the recliner reading a book. His naked wife was sleeping on the floor at her feet, like a pet dog, her braid leash splayed along her back. He didn't speak, shocked his wife was sleeping in the middle of the day.

"We had our first cuckquean experience today." Miss Elsa told him as he stood staring at them. "Poor slutty whore is all whored out. That last orgasm made her pass out on everyone's fun."

"How? Who? What..."

"Pet, get with the program. Celeste wanted a cuckquean fantasy and we've been working on details of what those entail. Today, she tried it and loved it. Congratulations, you have quite the wife there. I've been waiting for you to get home so she won't wake up alone. Her belly is full of cum and pussy juice, and I want to make sure there is no reaction." Miss Elsa stood up, her book closed and into her purse. "Oh, that plastic tarp in the bedroom, you may want to take it outside and hose it down. At least it prevented you from having to clean the carpet now."

"But, but, Miss Elsa, I'm the husband. I'm supposed to be the guy here."

"You are the husband, and we were supposed to fuck each other and have her clean us up. Weeks later, all we have to show for it is a psycho bitch you called in for fun, and not a single fuck for me. Your wife got a lot of cock cum from you, but not once did you fuck me for her to get both in her belly. Now, we have done so."

"With some strange man?"

"Don't be ridiculous, pet, I know him well. Good grief, it's like you want to be there to make sure he's hard enough for your wife to be fucked by. Trust me, I was there, and she was plenty happy with his hardness."

Dave couldn't speak, he was so shocked. The fantasy was for him to fuck the girl, his wife to wait on them and clean them. Now he was informed the fantasy was true, he just wasn't around to be the man who fucked anyone.

Miss Elsa came over, patting him on the cheek.

"Pet, if you want to be around to make sure he's hard and eager to fuck your wife's cunt, you need to express that need. Keep in mind, you're the one who keeps saying you don't have a cuck fantasy. Why would we wait until you were available if you have no desire to participate?"

He was left standing in confusion as she closed the door with a loud slam, the noise waking the woman on the floor who leaned up, looking around until she saw her husband.

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and get dinner. What is this shit you spent the day fucking some man? What the hell, Celeste?"

She stood up, flipping the braid over her shoulder to her back.

"One, I didn't fuck anyone, nor did anyone fuck me. All I did was suck his cock to get him hard and her pussy to make her wet. Once they were done fucking, I cleaned them both out." Celeste smiled, "Oh yeah, they made all the right moves on me. It was great, Dave. I felt like a volcano of pleasure exploded in me."

"We can't have strange men in here!"

"We didn't, he's a friend of Miss Elsa. Seriously, you think I'm going to fuck some stranger without her approval. Where have you been the past several weeks?"

She walked naked past him to the kitchen, Dave staring open mouthed at her swaying ass. What the hell was going on? He was supposed to be fucking pussy, not some stranger, regardless of who knew him.

He tried to get a clearer idea of the day, but his wife would only admit to sucking and having fun with them. He finally sent an email to Miss Elsa, his only way to contact the 'girlfriend' he recruited for his wife's cuckquean fantasy. The reply didn't clear his confusion at all.

Two nights later he came home to a similar scene, his wife with a dreamy look on her face as she knelt before Miss Elsa who was again reading a book. Neither woman offered clarity other than his wife only sucked and licked both cock and pussy, both to prepare for a fucking and after the fucking. When did Dave forget the fantasy, didn't he asked Miss Elsa to help fulfill it? Dave had no idea what to respond to.

Again, he was told, if he wanted to join in making sure the cock was hard enough and the pussy wet enough, all he had to do was say something, Miss Elsa would make sure whoever she was bringing over would be there while Dave was home, ready to ensure the cock would be hard and the pussy wet.

Dave sat on his own in the backyard, aware he didn't want to suck cock or lick pussy, both of which Miss Elsa thought he was going to do. He wanted to fuck a sexy girl, one like Miss Elsa, in front of his wife, telling Celeste how stupid she was, what a cow she was, and how she should be honored to be allowed to lick up the spunk when he was done. That was a cuckquean fantasy, the type she wanted.

The suggestion he be there if that was what he desired, well, that meant watching his wife suck someone else's cock, not his, and that wasn't in his mind. He wasn't a cuck, he wanted his fun with whoever he wanted.

He offered that to Miss Elsa, who smiled at him.

"Pet, really, pet? Like you did with Debbie, the violent psycho who damn near raped you both? Who offered to blow your balls off if you didn't please her? Or you got some stinky stank lined up, her crabs having a feast in her cunt hairs? We both know you don't do well with diseases."

She came over to pat him on the cheek and ran her fingers on his shirt, his skin getting goosebumps.

"Take your time, pet. She's happy with her fantasy and I'm happy to help. If you want to join in with a cuck fantasy, we can work that out."

"I don't have one of those."

He knew he said it sternly, showing no options. Miss Elsa smiled more, that sexy smile on that adorable face of a very young Ann Margret. Dave didn't look so sternly.

"Fine, we can do this while you are at work instead of a weekend. Don't worry, I got plenty of guys with clean hard wood who would love to help."

The third time he came home to find his wife humming, signs of dried cum on her naked body, dried something on her face and neck. She smiled when he asked, saying it was cock cum and pussy juice. Miss Elsa said she was to keep it there as a reward for well done sex and making everyone satisfied. Wasn't it a great reward? The man she brought over this time had at least ten inches and when it spurted, well, her belly was sloshing. Did he want to hear it?

Dave emailed Miss Elsa they needed to talk. To Dave, this was out of hand. His wife seemed more and more obedient to Miss Elsa, who seemed to be more and more controlling of his wife. When he insisted she clean off the gunk, she refused as it was her reward. When he sucked and licked like she did, he could do what he wanted with his reward, but her reward was going to be enjoyed.

Dave brought this up to Miss Elsa shrugged.

"Sit down, pet."

He sat on the sofa as she sat next to him.

"Drop your pants and underwear to your ankles."

He undid his belt, unzipped, and pushed the clothes to the floor. He spread his knees apart without being told, Miss Elsa caressing what was quickly solidifying into a happy erection.

"Slut, crawl over and fluff."

Celeste crawled from the corner to the sofa, raising her mouth to engulf her husband's cock, sucking softly as Miss Elsa continued.

"Now, pet, let's take care of this issue. Yes, your wife is obedient and seems to enjoy it. I prefer her hair in a braid so I can use it as a leash rather than her wearing a leash and collar. Yes, I prefer access to her whoring body and use it was I want. As to why is she naked when I come over? Her idea, I only want access which can be done with clothes on. Why won't she get on the furniture when I'm here? Her idea, she likes being where she deserves, on the floor, crawling for me. When we go into public, do I require her to advertise her whore ideas? No, I do not. Does she offer to prove she can be an obedient whore for me in public? Yes, she does. She likes when I talk down to her, when I humiliate her, degrade her just to see her embarrassment. So, tell her to stop being like this so you can return to normal."

Dave was already thinking his wife was sucking his cock better than before, her newly found technique sending spasms of pleasure throughout his body, hitting every erotic zone he could have.

"You like how she sucks cock, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Miss Elsa." Dave gasped out.

"So, we should do as we are? I mean, you're loving how she gets, aren't you?"

Dave gasped some more before getting "Yes, Miss Elsa, this is great." spoken.

Dave had no idea what was going in ten minutes, only that he would best understand his wife and her desires if he experienced them himself. Put himself in her shoes as to why she loved it so much. He had little idea of what was said when he agreed to do so, to suck cock and pussy and be used like she was. Miss Elsa said that was very nice, in fact, he could watch the first time just to see how fun it was. Dave was grateful to her for being so considerate.

Saturday afternoon a couple arrived, Dave letting them in as they simply brushed him aside to greet Miss Elsa. Dave closed the door, eyeing the man who looked muscular and the woman who looked sexy.

"Water, pet."

Dave stopped thinking of what was under those clothes and went to the kitchen to bring water for everyone. They removed glasses from the tray, Dave unsure until Miss Elsa looked at him.

"Good grief, pet, strip and kneel so they know what they are dealing with. You're expected to keep them happy, and they need to know how."

Oh, the cuck fantasy he didn't have. The one he agreed to. Oh.

He stripped, the woman gazing intently at him as he undressed before them, the man bored as he watched. Naked, he knelt down, looking at them, aware the sexy, smoky look from the woman had him erect, his body feeling aroused.

"Stick your clit out." the woman told him.

Dave was confused until the woman stuck her tongue out, the tip almost touching her nose. She smiled at him.

"If you can't do that, it's just a clit. Now, show it to us."

He stuck his tongue out, proving he couldn't touch his nose and agreed he had a clit. The man shook his head at him as he extended his own tongue, the mouth muscle larger and longer than Dave's.

The couple reached for each other, making out and caressing each other on his couch while Dave knelt naked, watching them. They carried on like teenagers, articles of clothing falling away, the woman soon in just her lingerie. Sexy, sensual lingerie if Dave had an opinion of the well-toned body being exposed.

"Clit, remove my stockings and don't harm them."

Dave blinked before realizing she was staring at him. He swallowed before crawling forward to reach over to her thighs, slowly rolling the stocking down her leg like he had seen his wife do countless times. He cleared the knee, the woman reaching over to push his face to her leg, telling him to kiss what was exposed.

Dave moaned as he kissed the warm flesh, the intoxicating aroma of her body wash still there. He didn't think past that, didn't wonder where Celeste was, only to kiss as he lowered the stocking until it was past her foot. Then he used glazing eyes to start the next leg, seeing enough to know the blue panties before his face was dark with moisture. He moaned as he kissed the exposed leg, feeling desperate to start nuzzling that wet spot.

He kissed down the leg, along the foot, kissing the toes as he placed the stocking to one side. He barely was done when she pointed his face to the man.

"Don't forget Sir. He can't fuck your wife silly if you don't finish undressing Sir."

Sir's pants were unzipped, boxers tented, as Dave tugged the pants down.

"Clit, stop being an asshole. You know to kiss when you expose skin."

Dave felt the words more than heard them, his eyes blinking as he had a thought this was weird, but then his arousal took over and his kissed those muscular, hairy, male legs as he slowly pulled the pants down. He removed the socks, looking up as Sir raised his hips so Dave could tug on and pull down his briefs. He kissed the thighs on down a second time, his body feeling so aroused he wondered for a brief second if he'd be allowed to cum for them.

The couple went back to kissing and cuddling as he knelt, breathing deep in arousal, his body feeling pleasure as he saw the tongues entwining before him. They stood up, naked as he, walking to the bedroom, clit following as ordered by the woman.

She lay on the bed, her legs apart.

"Kiss my clit."

"Yeah, boy, kiss your wife's clit goodbye."

The two laughed as Dave crawled onto the bed, kissing the clit a few times, not even thinking of the fact she was not his wife but was referred to as his wife. Where was his wife?

The man's erection bumped Dave's cheek and he turned to see it up close to his face.

"Suck him, clit, get him wet enough to fuck me." Dave hesitated, "Kiss and suck, clit, show him how happy you are your wife is about to be satisfied by a real man."

Dave kissed the tip, the taste odd, but when the cock pushed, he opened his mouth to suck on the end.

"Lick my clit."

He moved his head to lick at the erect clit he had kissed. He blinked as the cock went straight into the pussy, jamming up until the pubic hairs mixed together before his face. His head was pushed to the clit, Dave licking at it.

Dave was lost, only aware of doing the motions but not why or with who. When the couple came, his head was pushed so the cock went into his mouth, the last of the cum spurting down his throat.

"Yeah, clit, clean that man muscle. Suck it clean of your wife's usage."

Dave only kept his mouth open, the cock went in and out on its own. He lapped at it as it came and went, the cock finally vanishing as his head was pushed to clean the pussy.

"Oh, yeah, clit, good boy, clit. Clean that spunk out of your wife's cunt, her whore cunt that loved that fucking you can't do."

Dave lapped and sucked, getting globs of white out of her, getting more juice than he thought possible. It was a mindless act of submission, the woman kept telling him how good he was, sucking her whore cunt of manly cock spunk. What a good clit he was to make sure his wife didn't get with a real man's baby.

When he was done, he was pushed to the floor, told to get them some water to drink and a snack. He left for the kitchen, his face and chest covered with moisture, his cock erect and wet without any attention. He walked past Miss Elsa who was playing on her phone, never looking up at him as he walked past to serve the couple the water.

They lay on the bed, propped with the pillows, as he served them the glasses of water. She got out of bed, picked up her wet panties and had him stand by the wall, using his nose to hold them to the wall, his hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks so they could see tight he was. Dave felt humiliated as they commented on his body, his manners, his obedience.

"What about it, clit. Did you like serving a man like Sir?" she asked.

"Yes, clit did like serving a man like Sir."

Where did that response come from? Then he remembered how Miss Elsa like full replies, respectful replies.

"What about it, clit, did you like sucking cum out of your wife's whore cunt? To make sure she had fun being fucked by a real man and not a clit like yourself?" he asked.

Dave thought it odd, simply because the woman on the bed wasn't his wife. Where was his wife, anyway? She should be kneeling by Miss Elsa, eager to prove her submission to the dominate redhead. That thought vanished as Sir asked the question again. The tone left no doubt there was to be a proper answer.

"Yes, Sir, clit loved sucking his wife's whore cunt from the superior cum of Sir. It was appreciated for Sir to show clit's wife how a real man does a good fucking."

Dave was going to wonder where the hell that came from but blinked as he still inhaled the scent from the panties pressed against his nose. This was all that mattered, that they used him for his own enjoyment, that they were pleased with his feeble clit efforts to please them.

For two hours, the couple fucked in different positions, clit having to be up close and personal with the fucking and always having to clean them both afterwards. He gave no thought to be kneeling naked before Sir, sucking his cock clean after the third fuck of the cunt still oozing white globs. He had no thoughts as he turned on his knees, to start sucking the globs out of the well fucked pussy, thanking Sir over and over for proving his wife loved a real man fuck.

As the couple were dressed and ready to leave, he knelt before them, asking them to come back to fuck his wife when they wanted. Sir said that was horrible, Dave immediately begging Sir to return to fuck his wife any way he wanted, any time he wanted. This clit was happy to serve and aid where Sir wanted.

The couple left, Dave kneeling for a few minutes before the closed door before turning to see his wife kneeling by the chair, having seen the entire scene. She smiled at him, Dave giving a half smile back, wishing he could jerk off as he had yet to cum.

"Good job, pet, they enjoyed clit's usage. Rest up, tomorrow will be a busy day."

Miss Elsa stood up, walking to him, his wife crawling alongside the woman she adored and obeyed.

"Tomorrow?"

"Of course, you're too tired to handle more today. Don't worry, the Sir you will suck on tomorrow will be larger and have better staying power. You'll love how he fucks your wife's cunt and ass."

Dave blinked as she walked away, leaving his wife to look at him with pleasure.

"I need to cum." he informed her, thinking they would fuck right there.

"So do I," Celeste said, "but Miss Elsa left before we could ask for permission."

"I have to wait for that!?"

"Of course, why do you think I'm aroused so much? Really, you have to think about this and what it entails."

He tried. He tried for several minutes to think about what he did and what occurred in his house and in his bedroom, in his own bed.

All he could remember vividly was kissing those legs, those wonderful legs of the woman and Sir, of inhaling her scent from the panties as he held them to his nose, spreading his ass for them to determine if it was usable for sex. The way Sir's leg hairs tickled the nose as he kissed the legs.

He went to the bedroom to change out the sheets and air out the room.

Tomorrow was coming, he needed to rest. He would need his energy.