Cleanup Duty

The collar felt like it clutched tighter at Elizabeth's throat every year that went by. Broadus entered the kitchen in high spirits, whistling. He'd been at his secretary's house for three days with the second family he kept openly.

"C'mon bitch, get your ass over here," Broadus said, patting the floor between his thighs. Elizabeth hadn't been alone either. She'd had three visitors in those three days, one for five minute, one for five hours, and one for two nights. She'd learned not to question the arrangements between Broadus and these men.

She unzipped his jeans, sniffing delicately. He'd been with Betty very recently, his cock was still wet with her juices. But there was no saying no to Broadus, Elizabeth knew. Instead, she delicately started to lick the black cunt juice off his pole.

"That's a good bitch. You keep my boys company, hm?" Broadus said, cradling Elizabeth's skull like a basketball as she cleaned him, her tongue dipping into his asscrack. He held her there, making her tongue it to his satisfaction.

"Yes Master." Broadus nodded. This bitch was so well trained it'd become almost boring, he thought. But she still had her uses.

"Betty wants an anniversary vacation," he announced nonchalantly, as Elizabeth struggled to get his wood back to a full erection. He knew she'd feel bitter about it -- she didn't get vacations.

"How nice for her," Elizabeth said dryly.

"Indeed. We'll need a nursemaid for the twins, of course." Elizabeth nodded, starting to bob her mouth up and down Broadus's thick hog of a cock. Broadus liked to keep her lactating, for his amusement, those of his friends, and for the children that Betty had for him. Elizabeth suspected she'd nursed Betty's children more than Betty had.

After a half hour of eager sucking, Broadus blessed his wife with a thick load of cum, and then he disciplined her for her smart mouth. This was the life, Broadus knew.

"I'm going over to Betty's house. See you tomorrow, bitch."