Finish line in sight

The day went in a blur for Chad. The house was all nasty, spots of cum and cunt juices staining the walls and carpets. He spent hours cleaning the mess, scrubbing and mopping until everything was spotless again. Then, he moved on to the master bedroom, where Kyle and Sarah had left it in such a state. The sheets were a disaster, stained and torn in places. The mattress itself was sticky with their combined fluids.

He looked at the sheets, grimacing at the memories of the wild sex they must have had. The smell of sex still lingered in the air, a mix of sweat and desire. He could not figure out why he was doing it. Sarah just told him to do it, and now he was putting the dirty sheets in the washing machine. It was not the first time she had asked him to clean, but usually she asked for help cleaning up, not to actually do it all by himself while she was...

"OH YEA DADDY, SPLIT MY ASS!" Sarah was absolutely in love with Kyle's cock in her asshole. Kyle had her bent over the shower wall, her perfect round ass on display, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her. Their rhythm was hypnotic, her moans filling the small bathroom.

Chad stood in the adjoining toilet, cleaning the bowl with a brush. The sight of his wife taking another man's cock made him want to punch something. He hated that Kyle had this power over her, that she would give herself so freely to him. It didn't help that Kyle's physique was so mid, especially comparing to his toned and defined muscles.

"Mmm, that's it, baby," Kyle groaned, thrusting deeper into her. "You know you like it." He reached around and roughly pinched her nipple, making her cry out even louder. Chad couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ignore the sound of their passionate union.

Sarah arched her back, her ass cheeks clenching around Kyle's cock as she reached her climax. "Fuck, yeah!" she screamed, her body shuddering with pleasure. Kyle thrust a few more times, throwing Sarah's head out of the shower curtain.

"Oh hi dear!" She looked at Chad while taking a breather from heavy thrusting. "Kyle filled my ass again..." Her cheeks flushed as she glanced back at him, his hand moving between her legs. Chad swallowed hard, trying to ignore the surge of jealousy that coursed through him, not due to the pain his cock now gave him every time it got a tad bit aroused. "I'm just cleaning the bathroom, honey." He replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable.

Sarah grinned, "That is right Chad, that what a good husband should do!" She got on her legs and crawled out of the shower cabin, hugging her husband from behind. "How is your little thingy doing down there?" she whispered into his ear. "Does the cage keep you nice and soft?" She ran her hand down his abdomen, her fingernail trailing along his pubic hair.

Chad closed his eyes, trying to ignore the arousal building inside him. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "It's fine, Sarah," he managed to reply, his voice strained. "It is just fine." He continued scrubbing the toilet, his back turned to them. Inside, he was seething with anger and humiliation.

Sarah's grin widened. "Oh, I think it's more than fine," she purred, tracing circles around his navel. "I think it's perfect. Makes you all humble and docile?" She leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "I love you."

Chad felt a chill run down his spine. The anger and humiliation were still there, but they were being drowned out by something else. Something bitter but warm. He couldn't bring himself to respond. He just kept scrubbing the toilet, his back still turned to them. He felt his wife breaking her hug with him and taking a couple of steps back.

"Oh, and Chad?" Sarah called out, her voice playful. "While you're at it, you might want to put some fresh towels in the linen closet. I think we're running a bit low." She winked at him, her expression teasing. Chad swallowed hard, and had **** but to obey.

The rest of the day was spent making sure the master bedroom was in perfect order, with fresh towels in the linen closet, the bed neatly made, and every surface dusted. Chad couldn't help but feel like a servant, scurrying around to please his mistress. He had never been so humiliated in his life, but there was something about it that was...arousing.

Sarah, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. She asked Kyle if he wanted a little fashion show, and moved half of her wardrobe to the patio, making use of the good weather. As Chad watched from the bedroom window, Sarah strutted down the stairs in a skimpy bikini, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She turned to face Kyle, posing with her hands on her hips, showing off her perfect body.

Chad felt a pang of jealousy course through him as he watched his wife flaunt herself for another man. He tried to remind himself that it was all part of their arrangement, but the feeling only intensified. He **** himself to focus on cleaning the room, his back to the window.

"Oh my god, Sarah, you look amazing!" Kyle exclaimed, his voice tinged with desire. "That bikini really shows off your figure." He stepped closer to her, admiring her body as she twirled around, revealing her perfectly tanned backside.

Sarah smiled coyly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Why, thank you, Daddy," she purred. "I'm glad you like it." She ran her fingers through her hair, making it fall over her shoulder in a seductive gesture. "You know, Chad bought me a couple of sets before we met you... I haven't put them on yet, do you me to?" She batted her eyelashes, her tone playful and teasing.

Kyle swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Sarah's body. "Oh, I think you should definitely show me those bikinis," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Why don't you go inside and get them?" He gestured toward the door, his eyes never leaving her.

With a sultry smile, Sarah turned and walked back into the house, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. And just a minute later she emerged, wearing the red bikini that Chad had never seen her in before. It hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. The bottoms were tiny triangles that barely covered her cheeks, while the top was a simple bandeau that pushed her breasts together, the straps held in place by the crisscrossing strings at her back.

"Here they are," she purred, making sure to bend and wiggle slightly to show off as much skin as possible. "I've been wanting to try these out." She stepped closer to Kyle, the breeze from the patio rustling the fabric against her skin.

Kyle couldn't tear his eyes away from her, his heart racing. He nodded, unable to speak as she slowly pulled the top of the set off over her head. Her perfect, full breasts were revealed, the nipples already hard from anticipation. She tossed the top aside and reached behind her back, unhooking the bra, letting it fall to the ground. Then she stepped out of the bottoms, revealing her smooth, bare legs. "Do you want to see me in lingerie?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. "I have something special I've been saving."

She turned and walked back inside, leaving Kyle to wonder what she could possibly have in store for him next. A few moments later, she emerged wearing a set of white bridal lingerie. The lacy bra cupped her breasts, the straps dangling over her shoulders, and the matching panties hugged her hips and thighs, leaving the mound of her sex exposed. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement. "I planned to wear it for the wedding, but it did not fit back then."

Kyle couldn't believe his eyes. The lingerie was the perfect blend of innocence and sensuality, and it made Sarah look like an angel who had been stripped of her wings. "You look incredible," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe Chad has not seen you in this." He took a step closer, drinking in the sight of her.

She smiled demurely, her cheeks flushing with color. "Do not pretend you don't like it." She got closer and put her hand on his cheek, guiding his face toward hers. "Seeing me in a bridal lingerie, that my husband missed when he had the chance," her lips brushed against his, "you like it, Daddy." Her voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down his spine.

Kyle couldn't help but smile at her deduction. "You're right," he admitted, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I do like it." He leaned in closer, his hand brushing against her bare shoulder as he traced a finger down her arm. "Can't wait to be the first to fuck your pregnant body," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

She giggled, the sound both innocent and seductive. "Oh, Daddy," she purred, her hips swaying slightly. "You know you can just make me pregnant right now." Sarah stepped closer, her hands on his chest, her breasts pressed against his skin. "You don't have to let my husband do it..." She looked so innocent and hopeful, her eyes wide and trusting.

Kyle leaned in to kiss her soft lips again, "What if he finds out? He'd be pissed, maybe even divorce you," he whispered, pretending to worry. But deep down, he was excited by the thought.

Sarah smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, Daddy, don't you worry about that. I'll make sure to keep him docile. I'll feed him your cum every morning, make him lick me clean after every cream pie. And when I let him squirt his useless sperm in me, he'll be so happy that he'll forget about everything else." She moved closer, her body flush against his, and looked up at him with an air of confidence that was both seductive and alluring.

Kyle leaned back on he chair, studying Sarah's face. There was an edge of desperation in her voice, a pleading quality that made him so hard he could barely breathe. "You are a real cheating whore, aren't you?" he asked, more of a statement than a question.

Sarah bit her lip, her eyes darting around the room before settling on him again. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I am. I can't help it, Daddy. I'm just... so horny." She took a shaky breath, her chest heaving up and down. "I need you to fuck me, to make me feel wanted."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of their secrets. Kyle felt a surge of power course through his veins at her admission. He leaned forward, his gaze boring into hers. "And what if I told you that I do not care? I only fuck you cause it is fun to tease and **** your hubby, your cunt isn't even that good." He paused, a dark grin spreading across his lips.

Sarah's breath hitched in her throat as she felt a surge of anger and frustration rise within her. She hated the way Kyle was talking to her, like she was nothing but a worthless whore. But at the same time, there was a part of her that loved the way he made her feel. She was addicted to the power he had over her, to the way he could reduce her to tears with just a few cruel words, only to turn around and make her feel wanted again with a single touch.

"I am a whore," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "I admit it. I am a slut who needs cock. Big cock. Your cock." Her gaze flickered up to meet his, and for a moment, she thought she saw a spark of something in his eyes. Maybe it was pity, or maybe just amusement. "I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if you use me and then throw me away. I just need you to fuck me."

Kyle leaned back in his chair, studying her. Her confession hung in the air between them, heavy and oppressive. He reached out, tracing a finger down her cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You're a pathetic little whore, aren't you?" he asked, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Let's go - there still a couple of things that would be fun to do with you two!"

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