Dave looked at Miss Elsa as she simply walked inside the front room, strolling in as if she owned the house which in his current state of mind, wasn't far off from the mark.
What started off as a fantasy of his wife's to be a cuckquean, rolled into much more. It was far past the fantasy stage, more into a lifestyle now. Celeste not only loved how Miss Elsa used her as a cuckquean but was so dominated as to seem to exist to serve Miss Elsa even if Dave wasn't around.
The day before, regardless of Dave claiming he didn't have cuck fantasy, Dave submitted to a couple he didn't know, the day spent with the couple having sex in different ways, Dave always cleaning them afterwards, serving them water and snacks when they were in-between sex acts. He had little idea how this occurred, remembering his argument with his wife she stop what she was doing, her insistence he needed to experience what she did before she stopped.
Yesterday he experienced being a cuck, today he was still hard, still aroused, waiting for the couple to arrive. Miss Elsa came in, sipping a soda as she sat on the chair, her phone out.
"Strip, pet, be ready to serve them when they arrive, not when they need to tell you. Show them how happy you are to eagerly serve the man fucking your wife."
Dave stripped, taking his clothes into the bedroom rather than leave them in the front room. Yesterday was the same, but the woman was fucked, not Celeste. The man was called Sir, the woman was referred to as his wife, and by the second fuck it no longer made a difference to him. He was there to clean and serve or he could leave. He was there the entire afternoon, his erection ignored as he did as he was told.
The doorbell rang, Dave being told to let them in, kneel by the door, close it when they were inside, and hold the position until they wanted something from him. Dave opened the door, not aware of who was on the other side, kneeling as a man and woman came inside. He closed the door, looking at them, realizing they were not the same as the couple the day before.
They were well built and sexy, but total strangers as they chatted with Miss Elsa. Dave remained on his knees, waiting to be acknowledge. The woman turned to face him, Dave taking a breath at her model face and beauty.
"Don't just kneel in adoration, clit, get us a beer."
The couple walked to the sofa as Dave hurried to the kitchen for two cans of beer, aware Miss Elsa didn't drink beer. Again he noted his own wife was missing from the room, unsure where she went as he set the beer on the end tables and knelt before them as they casually touched and caressed each other.
"How long is your husband capable of kneeling naked for us?" Sir asked.
"As long as we want." the woman said, pretending to be Dave's wife. Dave was as confused as he was yesterday as both times the women pretended to be his wife while his actual wife stayed out of sight. Then he was allowed to help them undress and it was all he focused on.
They were down to just underwear, his boxers and her panties, her breasts exposed and looking quite firm and kissable to Dave who longed to find out. He kissed the legs like he did the day before, finding his arousal was obvious to all in the room as Sir laughed at him.
"Clit, stop making a mess. Now wipe that junk on to my legs and clean it off."
Dave blinked, not sure what was said. The woman posing as his wife giggled.
"Clit, stop being dense. Your clit is leaking, now wipe it on his leg nearest you and lick it clean. Honestly, it's like you don't even know how to properly serve a real man, a man who can fuck your wife in ways you can't even hope for."
Dave felt his body shudder at the words, a second shudder as he leaned over to wipe the tip of his cock onto the hairy, muscular leg in range. Then he lowered his head to lick it off, the hair rough on his tongue.
"Good, clit."
He knelt, gazing down at the legs and feet before him, not daring to say anything. It might not sound sincere enough and he didn't want to be banned from the bedroom for not being sincere. He had no idea where his rational mind went, only that this was important to be the best cuck for his wife as possible. Even if this beauty wasn't his wife.
They discarded the boxers and panties, the woman sliding around as the man stood, his large cock sliding in without hesitation. Dave watched, memorized at his stamina and size. He came to reality when his face was slapped. He looked at her.
"Stupid husband slut, what a stupid husband slut you are. Look at you, dripping on his boxers. Now clean them so they can be dry for Sir, the man who can fuck your wife while you drip in aroused shame."
It was too much for Dave as he saw the drops oozing to the boxers. He shot his cum onto them, onto Sir's boxers, three times he shot on them before sitting on his heels, tired from the exertion.
"Get your fucking face down there, clit, and clean them. Lord help your fucked ass if I find any trace when you're done." Sir told him with a growl, Dave almost sobbing.
Dave pushed the boxers into his mouth, sucking his cum off as he saw his pretend wife nodding slightly as she continued to be fucked hard and fast. He watched them as he sucked, looking only to make sure he had the area clean before sucking another area. That he was sucking male cum from the crotch of a man's used boxers occurred to him, his thought going to how lucky he was for this.
They came, first her and then him, Dave having to rush in as soon as they parted, as cum started to land on the sofa itself. He noisily sucked the cock as it deflated down. The man asked her if her husband always sucked cum like a desperate pig with slop.
"Nonsense, darling, my slut husband would rather have cum than slop any day."
They laughed, Dave feeling more humiliated as he heard them talking above him. The cock, as promised, was larger and longer than the one from yesterday, and he had a time getting it all in even as it shrank.
Then he was told to suck the used pussy like the cock whore he desired to be. Dave absently stroking his own cock as he swallowed globs of cum, a seemingly never-ending globs of cum. He thought he was done finally, until the woman picked up a black cock dildo, slid it inside her and offered him what came out, showing there was still more inside. Then she and he leaned back on the sofa, cuddling as Dave had to insert the dildo into her and suck it clean when it came out.
"Tell us how yummy it is."
"Sir, this is very yummy cum and juice you are allowing me to have."
"Then tell us its yummy every time you clean it off."
Dave felt his face get red as he said 'yummy' before putting it back into her for the next taste. Six more times he had to say 'yummy', the couple taking pleasure at his humiliation. Dave had no idea why that pleased him they were so pleased with him.
They finally left, Dave crawling to the door to open it for them, noting his wife was in front of the chair, Miss Elsa using her as a footrest, his wife watching him. Like the day before, he begged them to come back anytime to fuck his wife and please her with a real man's cock, to allow him to please them both in what they desired from clit.
On Sunday, a day he thought he would watch a few games, he knew he wouldn't as Miss Elsa opened the front door to stroll in. His wife eagerly crawled, kissing the shoes as Miss Elsa stopped to look at Dave who wasn't sure if he was to do the same. She pointed to the open door, Dave quickly moving to close it, aware his naked wife was kissing Miss Elsa's shoes in full view of anyone looking in.
"Third time, pet, third time to prove you can learn. You remember any of the past two times?"
"Yes, Miss Elsa, this clit remembers to always be alert to clean and not let any escape to make a mess. It also remembers to suck clean any clothing it messes when it spurts its own cum."
"Weak, pathetic cum from the reports I got from them. You got points for having his boxers sucked clean of your dribbling cum and dry, so it wasn't noticeable. Your wife was a bit disappointed you seemed to prefer to suck a black cock of its drippings rather than worship her pussy, but kind of goes with the territory, doesn't it?"
