The morning duties

Chad yawned and stretched, his muscles protesting from another long, grueling day at work. He blinked blearily, still half-asleep as he glanced around the darkened of the guest room. With a heavy sigh, he stood up from the bed, ready to go for another hard day at work. He made his way to the living room, intending to grab a quick cup of coffee before heading out, when he froze in his tracks.

There, on the big, cozy couch, was his wife Sarah, Kyle, and his sister Lilly, all curled up together, fast asleep. They entangled each other in a heap of warm bodies and limbs. At first, Chad thought he might have dreamed it, but the picture got more and more clear as he approached the couch. His wife and sister were snuggled up to Kyle, and his sister.

Chad's blood boiled at the sight. He felt a wave of fury and jealousy wash over him. Kyle, that dark-haired, average-looking guy who could apparently fuck any woman he wanted. He glanced down at the couch and saw Kyle's penis, still wet and glistening. His sperm was still visible as dry lines on his wife's skin.

His eyes were fixed to her exposed pussy, with a condom, that was still stuck to the insides of her wet lips. He knelt down in front of her, glaring at Kyle, who was still fast asleep, his arm draped over his wife's shoulders. "What the fuck?" she growled, her voice low and full of venom.

Sarah, now fast asleep now looked directly into her husband's eyes. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Chad felt his heart race as he stared at her, trying to control the rage that was building up inside him. He glanced at his sister, who was still asleep, her arm thrown over Lilly's shoulders. His muscles tensed as he took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down.

"Chad..." Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. "If you are want, you can lick my pussy clean. Daddy used the condom, but there re still a bunch of yummy juices you can swallow before your work. Want to?"

Chad's heart raced as he stared at his wife. Her words sent a wave of shock and desire through him. He wanted to taste her, to feel her juices on his tongue, but at the same time, he was furious. But his eyes darted from Kyle's sleeping form to Lilly, curled up on the couch next to them. He could feel his control slipping.

Sarah's voice grew more urgent. "Chad, do not worry about your sis. Just take care of me. I am your wife, remember? I need you to make me feel better. Lick me clean, now!." Her words sent a shiver down Chad's spine. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist the temptation. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her wetness, tasting the saltiness of their lovemaking on his tongue.

As he licked, he felt a surge of possessiveness overtake him. It didn't matter that Kyle's sperm was still inside her, or that his sister was asleep beside them. She was his, and he would claim her. His tongue danced over her clit, finding the rhythm that had her hips bucking against his face. Her soft moans were slightly muffled but he still violently attacked the salty taste of her sweat and sperm, and sweet taste of her juices.

Once he was done with her lips. Sarah lifted her leg, letting him access the deeper parts of her sex. "Yes, Chad, just like that. Get it all. Show Kyle how good of a cucky you are." Chad has almost passed this by, but still whispered, "Honey?"

Sarah's exacerbated sigh and her hand showing his lips to Kyle's condom was the only answer, "Clean up!" she demanded. It was a command, a command that Chad could not refuse. He tried to hold his breath when he carefully got the condom filled with Kyle's sperm from his wife's pussy. Getting it out with his lips and teeth made him feel dirty and used. But then, she told him to lick her clean again.

Chad hesitated, but his wife's hand on his hair was unmistakable. He leaned forward, bearing his tongue and lips to her slick folds. Thankfully, there was no taste of Kyle's semen, just Sarah's own juices filled his mouth, making him feel like he was back in their honeymoon suite. As he licked and sucked, he could feel the heat from her body against his face, her hips moving erotically as she found pleasure in his ministrations.

He could not see what was going on, as his face was buried in her folds, but he could feel the heat from folds right on his mouth, "Good enough, now go!" she shoved him roughly away. He fell back on the bed, dazed and confused, as his wife took his exact position to begin sucking Kyle's cock.

"Sarah, don't you want me to-" Chad began, but she cut him off with a sharp glare.

"No, Chad, I don't. Right now, I want Kyle's cock. So go cook the breakfast! You know I like mine with extra runny yolk. Oh, and put some strawberries on the side. That's it. Just like that." Sarah moaned around Kyle's cock as she felt him growing harder in her mouth. She could feel Chad's eyes on her, burning into her back, but she ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.

As she sucked and licked, she could feel Chad's presence in the room, a mix of jealousy, anger, and arousal. It was like a living, breathing **** that seemed to make Kyle's cock even harder. She took him deeper, relishing the feel of his length stretching her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. She knew exactly what she was doing, what she was making Chad feel, and it gave her a perverse sort of power.

She could feel her Daddy twitch inside her mouth, and soon she felt his hand grab her hair, making her moan around his cock. He began thrusting into her throat, and she matched his rhythm, bobbing her head up and down as she took him deeper. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue, and she knew that he was close. Just as she felt his body tense and his cock throb in her mouth, she felt him release, spilling his warm, salty seed down her throat. She made sure to open her mouth and show him how much she appreciated his gift, waiting in his to tell her what to do.

"Morning slut," Kyle stretched and looked at Sarah's open mouth, "You think your husband would appreciate another load of cum?"