Chapter 4

“That was Aaron, by the way,” my wife told me as I knelt before her as she undressed. “You met him once or twice.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said in acknowledgement, though I wasn’t sure I remembered this black stud she’d just fucked.

“Lick!” she commanded as she placed a foot on my shoulder, then pressed her pussy into my face. “Black cum taste any different?” she asked with a dominate look.

“No, goddess,” I paused to say.

“He didn’t want to fuck in front of you yet—but I’m convincing him slowly, and he’s a little bi, I think. So, I’ve decided he can only come over if he agrees to butt-fuck you.”

“Yes, goddess,” I said as I hung my head in shame, yet still extremely excited.

“I suppose you’ll have to suck it clean—don’t think he tolerates condoms.”

“Yes, goddess.”

She then sat on the bed, out of sight as I remained still, eventual saying, “You’re dripping a lot, a cock up the ass must excite you a lot.”

“Yes, goddess.”

“You’re a faggot—say it!”

“I’m a faggot.”

“I’ll suck any cock I can, shitty or not.”

“I’ll suck any cock—shitty or not!” I repeated.

“Yeah, you will, bitch!” she declared. “Now massage my feet, then go sleep in the closet.”

“Yes, goddess!” I said excitedly, blissfully wishing to please her like this, even if it meant an uncomfortable night.

By the time I finished massaging her second foot, she’d fallen asleep, which allowed me to sneak away, so I could go downstairs and check that doors were locked, and lights were off. As I walked by Rina’s bedroom, I noticed her door was cracked open, so I peeked in, finding her waiting for me.

“She feed you?” Rina asked softly.

“Does she tell you these things, miss?” I whispered back.

“Not that she knows of. Want to see the video?”

“What video?” I asked as I slipped into her room

“Ass fuck!” she declared as she handed me my own phone. “Watch it ... you have to!”

“Yes, miss,” I said as I stared into my phone, seeing now a big black cock gliding in and out of my wife’s asshole, clearly with no condom on it. I immediately thought of the fact I was likely going to have to suck this cock clean, just as my wife had warned. This got my cock dripping even more.

“Never tried that ... not sure I want to,” Rina admitted.

“You will, miss—boys will insist at some point.”

“Ughhh ... how about you?”

“With a strap on, yes, but not the real thing yet, but I’ve been warned.”

“You’re such a wimp, dad. What did she make you just do?”

“I licked her pussy, then massaged her feet for about an hour.”

“Nice, do mine!” she commanded as she stuck out a foot from beneath the blankets. I knelt in the darkness and began massaging, feeling my cock strain against its cage as usual, hoping now that this might lead to more pussy licking. With just my apron on, it was easy for her to extend her other foot, to then jiggle my caged junk around. It felt good.

“Can you cum when I do this?” she asked after a time.

“No, but almost ... please don’t stop, goddess!”

“How about when you lick pussy?”

“Yes,” I lied, feeling a rush now at the prospect of licking her again.

“Should I let you cum?” she asked dreamily.

“Please goddess!” I begged.

“Hmm, I liked what you did with Amala. She did too and wants to do it again.”

“Umm,” I moaned as her warm toes continued to rub my balls. “Did you use the gag, miss?” I dared to ask.

“No. Wasn’t sure how...”

“Ahhh ... just mount it, miss,” I moaned.

“Umm,” she muttered before drifting off to sleep, leaving me unfulfilled, and very turned on by this fact.

“It will be in my name only,” my wife said as she smiled for the car salesman, then glanced absently at me for a moment, almost dismissively. As always, my cock began to leak within its cage.

“Got it,” Ron, the salesman, replied after getting a node from me as he wrote on one of the many documents we had previously worked out. We were near the end of the process, or so I hoped. “Pretty ladies should always get what they want,” he joked.

“We should,” my wife replied, giving the man a wink, like she’d done several times previously.

“The source of the funds, is that from your account?” Ron asked her.

“Ahh, it’s a joint account with my husband.”

“Oogh, problem there,” Ron said with a slight wince. “What you can maybe do is transfer the funds to an account with only your name on it. Would take several business days though. Sorry about this, but the bank will see both your names and only one name on the title, so will reject it.”

“Can’t you just not list him?” Jackie asked.

“Umm, I’ll run it by our head finance guy, but I’m pretty sure he’ll say the same thing. Mercedes is strict about these things—what’s a couple of days, right?”

“Ask please,” my wife said with another smile and a wink, causing Ron to nod and smile back before getting up and walking out of his office.

“I want my Mercedes!” my wife practically growled, once we were alone.

“Just another day or two, ma’am,” I said.

“Why didn’t you anticipate this?” she asked with a sideways glance of annoyance.

“I did, you just...” I began to say, but her look told me she was being dominant, and that I had best shut up.

“At least he’s cute!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I admitted just as Ron returned, looking like he’d just been told no by his boss.

“Sorry—but everything is in order for a signing, maybe on Wednesday.”

“Ohhh,” my wife pouted. “Could you just sign for me ... please...” she said in a sexy voice, which I could see was having an effect on Ron, who looked to be doing his best not to openly flirt back.

“No, sorry,” Ron replied.

“Umm,” she groaned, or perhaps it was moan, I thought. Jackie then leaned forward, giving him a good view down her blouse, saying, “My husband’s a cuck ... that’s why he can’t sign. Does that help?” She was dressed very provocatively. I liked that fact.

“Ahh...” Ron gasped softly, before looking to me, apologetically, as if feeling sorry for me. “I don’t think so ... certainly a new one!”

“Do you have condoms,” she asked me softly, catching me totally by surprise, not to mention our salesman.

“No, ma’am,” I admitted with a shake of my head, wondering now if she really thought I would have some. Made sense, the more I thought about now, but that was no help.

“Men’s room have a condom vending machine?” she boldly asked Ron.

“Umm, nooo, could find some ... if needed...” Ron said as he swallowed hard, obviously not wanting to look at me now. My wife then batted her eyelashes at him while thrusting out her substantial bust even more toward him.