Chad goes to work

Chad stirred in his sleep, his body lying on the couch in the living room. He was exhausted from a long day yesterday, especially his wife's cries later in the night. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. There was a presence in the room, a weight pressing down on the couch beside him. He opened his eyes to find Sarah face-to-face with him, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She was wearing only a thin nightgown that barely covered her ample curves.

Her eyes were filled with desire as she went down and her lips gently brushed against his. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, one that sent shivers down Chad's spine. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. But then, something felt strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something off about the way she was kissing him. It wasn't as passionate as usual, and her tongue seemed to be moving in a different way.

Before he could process any of it, he felt a familiar warmth in his mouth. It was Sarah's saliva, and it seemed to be mixing with something else. As their kiss continued, he realized that she was pushing her tongue against the roof of his mouth, forcing him to open wider. Her movements became more insistent, and he knew then what she was doing.

She was pushing Kyle's cum into his mouth, again.

Chad's heart raced, and he tried to pull away, but she pressed hard into his mouth until he opened wider, taking in more of Kyle's cum. It was a violating feeling, but there was something else beneath it. Something that made his blood boil. He felt powerless, and the anger surged through him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he gasped, pushing her away as she continued to ****-feed him Kyle's cum. His face flushed with anger and humiliation. "I can't believe you're doing this again."

Sarah didn't say anything, but her expression was a mixture of sadness and betrayal, "What do you mean Chad? I thought... You always said that the best thing in the morning is my kiss. And that's what Daddy told me, too. He said it's sexy when I give it to you with a mouth full of his cum."

Chad felt a stab of pain in his chest as he listened to her words. He loved his wife and could not afford to make her sad. "Sarah," he tried to reason, "it's not that I don't like kissing you, it's just that... I do not feel like I am your..." Chad really struggled to admit what he was feeling, luckily his wife was right there, she sat close ti him took his hand, "Chad, remember we swore to each other that no matter what we would always be truthful with each other?"

He looked into her beautiful blue eyes and nodded slowly. "I remember."

"Well, I need you to be honest with me. What is going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chad sighed heavily, not sure how to answer. "I... It, since Kyle joined us, since you two became... fuck-buddies, I do not feel like I am your husband anymore." He choked on the last word, hating the admission even as it escaped his lips.

Sarah's face fell, her eyes filling with tears. "Chad, you know that's not true. You are the best husband I could ever ask for. You take care of me, you work hard, and you bring home money so we can live comfortably. You clean and cook for me too. Why would you think that just because Kyle is my Daddy, and he fucks my brains out the way you never could, that you're any less of a husband? You're still the man I love."

She reached out and wiped the a sudden tear from her cheek, "You are the man I want to have kids with." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to have your babies, Chad. You are the man who makes me feel safe and protected. The man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You are my husband."

Chad felt a lump in his throat as he listened to her words. He knew she was right, and despite some unsettling feeling her words provoked, he couldn't help but feel reassured. He leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips before pulling back.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I guess I'm just still feel a little... left out, I guess."

Sarah smiled softly, her hand finding its way to his cheek. "I understand that, honey. I will make sure to talk to Daddy about it!" She leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips. "Now, can you go make some breakfast? I know you have work soon, and that is why Daddy told me to wake you up." She left the couch and went back to the stairs, "He will probably take time having sex with me in the shower, so do not wait for us! Just leave the food on the table when you are done."

Chad nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason. He stood up and walked into the kitchen, his movements still slow and thoughtful. As he busied himself with making breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a little warmer inside. Maybe Sarah was right, and he was being silly. After all, Kyle was just his wife's .... Daddy, and nothing more.

He quickly finished he breakfast, washed the dishes and left for work. As he was getting out of the driveway, a quick glance at the house made him look at his master bedroom window. In there, Sarah's body was moving in rhythm with Kyle's thrusts, her boobs bouncing wildly as she arched her back, her ass pushed forward to meet each thrust. Chad couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, but he simply raised his hand up, slightly waving as he drove away.