A little discussion

Chad, watching this intimate display from the kitchen, felt a mixture of anger and jealousy boil inside him. He gripped the handle of the knife a little too tightly as he thought about the way his wife called Kyle "her Daddy," it is not like it meant anything beyond the sex they were having, but still, it hurt. He wished she would call him that, even once. He asked her, once, and got a long lecture about **** and how she did not want to build unnecessary complications in the bedroom.

Suddenly a loud moan escaped from the living room. It was Sarah, and it sent a shiver down Chad's spine. He quickly wiped his hands on his apron and walked out of the kitchen, trying to ignore the painful ache in his groin. When he reached the living room, he found Sarah sitting there naked, right on top of Kyle's lap, eagerly licking his neck as he watched the TV, not even paying attention to her.

"Hey, Sarah," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "Can you come help me with dinner? I'm almost done here."

Sarah giggled, but kept on sucking at Kyle's neck. Her head obstructed his view on Kyle's face, but Chad could see the enjoyment he got out of it. "Sarah, you can switch the side, I need to talk to your husband." Kyle said, and just as commanded Sarah pulled from his left side, "Okay Daddy," and began to lap on his neck from the right.

Chad cleared his throat. "Sarah, can you please help me with dinner? It's almost done." He did not want to repeat himself, but he did not know what else to say. He glanced at Kyle, who smiled back at him. The smile was mocking, teasing, and full of triumph.

"You wife is busy here, don't you see?" Kyle chuckled. "And she is clearly enjoying it." Chad felt a wave of anger and possessiveness wash over him. "I'm her husband," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "She should be helping me with dinner."

Sarah giggled again and continued to lick and suck at Kyle's neck, clearly enjoying herself. "Don't be jealous, Chad," Kyle said, his voice low and sultry. "i just asked Sarah to moisture my mouth with her saliva before the dinner." Kyle looked back to Chad noticing his expression. Ohhh, she can tell you herself, Sarah?"

"Well, if you insist, Daddy." Sarah said, making a scene out of pulling away from his skin. "Chad, my love," she continued, her voice sweet and teasing, "I think you need to learn how to be a good hubby and just cook dinner on your own. Daddy and I are having fun right now, and we don't want to be interrupted." She slid off of Kyle's lap, stood up, and gracefully walked over to Chad, her naked body swaying enticingly.

Chad felt a mixture of anger and desire course through him as he watched his wife move towards him. He couldn't help but feel possessive and jealous, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the physical attraction he still felt for her. He was harder than he ever was toady, as she began to speak, "Chad, I had a good day today, and I do not want you to ruin. Do you want to be a good hubby for me?" Her voice was soft and alluring, and it was clear she was enjoying this power dynamic.

He looked into her eyes, trying to decide how to respond. He couldn't help but feel aroused by her words and actions. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Sarah. I'll be a good hubby for you."

Sarah smiled at him sweetly and walked up to him, her body brushing against his. "Then, you will be a good hubby if you let Daddy have his way with your wife as you cook diner for us." She whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. Chad felt her hand brushing his crotch through his shorts, and he could feel the heat radiating from his hardened member. "So, what are you going to do?"

Chad felt as if every touch of her hand made him less angry and more aroused. He couldn't believe how much power she had over him, even after everything that had happened. He swallowed hard and nodded, unable to find the words to speak. "Yes, Sarah," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'll be a good hubby for you."

Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with triumph. "That's my good boy." She rotated Chad on his heels and gave him a nice smack back to the kitchen. As he left the living room, she turned to Kyle, her expression one of amusement. "Chad is such a good man, sometimes I feel that I do not deserve him." She giggled and nuzzled into Kyle's shoulder. "Now, you were saying I should moisturized your mouth?"

After some 20 minutes of some slow make out, Chad finally came back. He seemed distracted and flustered, glancing between Sarah and Kyle, clearly struggling to understand what was going on. "Dinner is ready," he said, setting the plates on the coffee table. "It's... um... I hope it's okay."

Sarah looked at him with a mixture of pity and amusement. "Oh, Chad, it's just vegetable fried rice. You did a wonderful job. Thank you so much for cooking for us." She gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning her attention back to Kyle. "So, let's share our experiences about the day."

As they ate, Sarah regaled them with how hot it was to spend the day without the ring weighing her down. Kyle, for his part, smiled and nodded, enjoying her company and added his part about fucking the pregnant chick. Every now and then, he would glance over at Chad, who seemed to be growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation, and was mostly silent about the whole thing.

When they had finished eating, Sarah leaned back on the couch, her stomach comfortably full. "Well, that was delicious, Chad. You really are a wonderful cook. And a wonderful husband." She batted her eyelashes at him, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I think I might have to let you cook more often from now on."

Chad smiled uncertainly, still feeling uncomfortable with the way the evening had unfolded. He cleared their plates from the coffee table, stacking them in the kitchen. As he turned around, he noticed Kyle looking at him, a knowing glint in his eye. "So, Chad," Sarah began, her voice light and airy, "why don't you go get my ring from the guest room and put it back on my finger?"

Chad's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected her to be so direct. "Um, okay," he managed to say, trying to sound casual. He walked slowly towards the guest room, feeling as if he were in a dream. When he reached the bedside table, he picked up the ring and held it in his shaking hand. His heart was pounding, his breath coming in short gasps.

As he walked back into the living room, he could feel Sarah's gaze on him. He swallowed hard and approached her, kneeling down at her side. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Here you go, Sarah," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I've got it."

Sarah smiled sweetly up at him, her green eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Chad," she breathed. "That means so much to me." She reached out and cupped his hand in hers. "You have no idea how much I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you."

As she spoke, she gestured for him to crawl closer to her her. Chad did as he was told, feeling a strange mixture of relief and unease. He glanced up at Kyle, who was watching them intently, his expression unreadable. Sarah placed her hand on Chad's shoulder, steadying herself as she leaned forward. Her breath tickled his earlobe as she whispered, "I want you to put the ring on my finger again Chad, as a reaffirm of our wedding vows. But this time, there will be a little addendum, as I will promise to be not only a good wife for you, but also a good little slut for Kyle."

Chad's heart raced as he heard these words. He could feel the weight of the ring in his hand, warm from her skin. He looked down at her, her eyes shining with determination and desire, and knew that he couldn't refuse her. "I-I will," he stammered. "I promise."

Sarah smiled up at him, her expression softening. "Good boy," she murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, "And I promise you Chad, that I will always be an accommodating slut for Kyle. I will never deny him my body or my love." As she spoke, she moved her hand from his cheek down to his chin, tilting his head up so that their eyes met.

Chad's heart raced, and he could feel his cock stirring in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to please his wife, he moved his hand up and placed the ring on her finger, feeling the cool metal slide over her skin. As he looked down at their joined hands, he felt a sense of awe and wonder wash over him. Sarah smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and desire, and for a brief moment, he forgot about everything else.

Soon enough though, he was broken out the dream by his wife. "Chad, Chaaad. Now, please be a good hubby and lick my pussy. Daddy wants to fuck me, and I want to be a good wet slut for him!" Sarah put her knees on Chad's shoulders, spreading her legs wide, revealing her yet dry pussy.