Precourse

When they arrived home, the tension in the car was palpable. Sandra was practically bouncing in her seat, eager to get inside and continue the fun they had started at dinner. Emma was a bit more composed, but Kyle could see the hunger in her eyes.

"If the cuck starts to act out, make sure to be firm with him," Emma said to Kyle earning a curious look from Sandra. She had no idea about their secret arrangement, but eager to see how the night would unfold.

"Understood," Kyle nodded, feeling a familiar rush of power.

They walked into the house, Emma leading the way. The main door opened to reveal Tom, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, his muscular frame tense as he waited for them. "You're home," he said, his eyes narrowing as he took in Sandra's presence.

Emma stepped forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Yes, darling," she said sweetly, "And we brought a surprise." She gestured to Sandra with a flourish. "This is Sandra, she's going to be staying with us for a while to help with Kyle's...education."

Tom shot a quick, suspicious glance at Sandra, his arms folding over his chest. "She’s just going to stay? What does that even mean? What kind of help does Kyle need, exactly?"

Kyle could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut through. Tom wasn’t buying it. The skepticism was written all over his face, as if he was trying to piece together a puzzle that was missing a few critical pieces. Kyle didn't want to test if the "midfuckery" would do its job for him.

"Tom," Kyle said, voice firm. "Enough." He stepped forward, positioning himself between Tom and Sandra. "Sandra’s here to help—and have to be polite!"

Tom’s face reddened, but before he could sputter out another protest, Emma raised a hand. "Let’s not have this drag on, darling. I’ve had enough of your little tantrums. Stop acting like a little spoiled child, and just do what I say." She trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself.

Tom’s fists clenched. He clearly hated being cornered like this, especially in front of Sandra. But he knew better than to push too hard. "You think I’m going to just—"

"No," Kyle interrupted, shaking his head. "You’re going to bring us wine. In fact, you’re going to go to the kitchen right now and bring us some good wine—something special." Kyle wasn’t just asking. He was giving an order.

Tom stood there for a moment, glaring at Kyle with that mixture of resentment and **** obedience. Then, with a sharp exhale, he stomped toward the kitchen, muttering something under his breath about the "bullshit" going on in his own house.

Emma let out a soft chuckle as she watched him go. "See? Was that so hard?" She turned to Kyle with a satisfied smile. "You’ve got this down."

Kyle didn’t reply immediately, his eyes following Tom’s retreating form, he didn't expect it to work so nicely. His 'mindfuckery" really working well and fine, making Tom think he should act like a good little cuck.

Sandra, wide-eyed and clearly entertained by the whole spectacle, nodded eagerly. "I can’t believe he just... went along with it. Like a little bitch. That was amazing." She giggled. "So, what now?"

Emma stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she moved to guide them upstairs. "Now, we get comfortable. Cuck’s on his way to fetch the wine. We’ve got some time before he’s back." She looked back at Kyle with a sly smile. "Maybe a little warm-up while we wait?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow, already anticipating what was to come. "I think that's exactly what we should do."

They made their way upstairs, the plush carpet muffling their steps. The familiar bedroom loomed before them, the king-sized bed reminded Kyle of good fuck he gave Emma right on top of her knocked-out husband Tom. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to allow only the faintest whispers of moonlight to filter in. Kyle felt his heart race as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the two women enter the room after him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Emma's voice was light, but the challenge in her eyes was unmistakable. Sandra's cheeks flushed, but she stepped closer to Kyle, her eyes glancing at him for approval.

"Strip," Kyle said, his voice low and commanding. It was a simple word, but it sent a rush through Sandra's body. She bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse.

One by one, the buttons popped open, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her youthful breasts. The fabric was sheer, hinting at the pink peaks beneath. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Her skin was pale, almost glowing in the moonlit room.

Next, she unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and it pooled around her feet like a dark waterfall. Underneath, she wore matching black panties, the lace playing peekaboo with the curves of her hips and the swell of her ass. Her legs were long and toned, a stark contrast to the softness of the rest of her.

Emma watched, a smug smile playing on her lips. When the last bit of clothing fell away from Sandra, she stepped closer, her own hand reaching out to cup one of the younger woman's breasts. It took a coupe of moves for the young blond to start moaning, before she grabbed Emma's head and brought it down to suck on her nipple.

"Please, mistress, please," Sandra begged, her voice breathless with excitement. Her eyes were wide and pleading, as Emma’s hand cupped one of her small, perky breasts.

Kyle stopped mid-way taking his pants off, and now had a single leg dressed, "So she really has a lesbian-masochist side!?" he thought with a smirk, "I knew it!" He watched Emma's hand move up to trace the curve of Sandra's neck, her thumb sliding on her nipple. "Are you ready to serve me, ****?" The voice of the older woman sent shivers through Kyle's body, he almost said, "Yes mommy," before realizing she was talking to Sandra.

Emma's hand squeezed Sandra's breast gently, feeling the softness give way to the firmness of the young woman's erect nipple. She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, watching the pleasure bloom across Sandra's face. Sandra's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Emma leaned in, looking all over young slut's body. As if sensing the moment, Sandra tried to show off, pushing her chest and ass out, earning a little snort from Kyle. It was one hell of a warm-up.

"Good girl," Emma said, her voice low and sultry. "Now, get on your knees and show us what a good little slut you are." Kyle was honestly amazed at how well Sandra was behaving herself. It took him a good while to figure out how to bring a submissive out the brat, and yet Emma managed it in seconds.

Without hesitation, Sandra dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Kyle's as she made her way to him. She reached out, her delicate hands moving with her thighs as she crawled around. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and fucking hot. Kyle reached for the pants to finally get undressed, but was quickly stopped by Emma who also knelt near him and grabbed his pants before he could lift his leg.

"Stop it, Master, let your sluts do their job," Emma chuckled, watching as Sandra obediently began to crawl around Kyle on her hands and knees, her eyes never leaving his. The sight of the young blonde, so eager to serve, made Kyle's cock twitch in his boxers. He leaned back against the bed, watching as she approached.

As Sandra reached Kyle, Emma grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently guiding her to Kyle's feet. "Lick," she ordered, and Sandra did, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and a hint of fear. She licked her lips, her breath hot against the bare skin of his ankles as she began to make her way up his legs. The sound of fabric brushing against skin filled the room as she moved, and Kyle felt his cock swell in response.

Sandra's tongue wasn't really felt through the fabric, but the idea was hot enough for Kyle. He watched as Emma's grip tightened on the blonde's hair, her hand pressing the young slut's face into his crotch. Sandra's eager mouth moved along the fabric of his boxers, leaving a wet trail of saliva and need. He could feel the heat from her breath, her tongue flicking out to tease the bulge growing larger by the second.

But then, as the moment was reaching its peak, the door to the bedroom swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud. Tom stumbled in, a bottle of wine and three glasses in his hand, his expression a mix of anger and confusion.

Kyle's eyes snapped to him, and Emma quickly pulled away, her cheeks flaming red. "What the fuck, Tom?!" she snapped, her hand still holding Sandra's face in Kyle's crotch. The blond clearly tried to say something but was silenced by the fabric.

Tom stared at the scene before him, his jaw clenched so tightly that Kyle could almost hear his teeth grinding. The bottle of wine wobbled in his hand, the liquid inside sloshing around dangerously. "What the hell is this?" he roared, his voice echoing through the room.

For a moment, Kyle felt a twinge of fear—which only made his dick harder, making Sandra's position even more awkward. "I am just showing Kyle how be around girls, Tom. Stop being so dense, and serve us wine!" Emma's voice showed perfectly how annoyed she felt, but Kyle knew she was enjoying this situation way too much.

Tom's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of his wife's hand buried in the blonde's hair, and Kyle's cock threatening to tear through his boxers. He **** his gaze away, setting the wine bottle and glasses down on the dresser with a bit more **** than necessary. He poured the wine, the liquid glugging and splashing slightly as his hands trembled with barely contained rage.

"Fine," he ground out, slamming one of the filled glasses into Kyle's hand, and another into Emma's. "But what does this," he pointed at Sandra's trying to massage Kyle's crotch with her face, "has to do with Kyle's education?"

Emma sighed and nodded for Tom to fill her glass, "Everything, darling. I show Kyle how a proper girl should suck his cock, in fact..." He hand tightened and pulled Sandra's face a bit, "Sandra, put your hand behind your back and use your mouth to move Kyle's pants down."

Sandra's eyes widened but she didn’t protest, her hands sliding behind her back as she leaned in, her mouth parting as she took the fabric of his boxers into her mouth and tugged gently. Kyle could feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric, his cock twitching as it grew more and more exposed to the cool air of the room.

Tom's gaze flickered between them, his grip on the wine bottle tightening as he watched his wife instructing the younger woman. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—his own wife, the woman he'd vowed to protect and cherish, was teaching someone else to pleasure Kyle. The rage boiled in his chest, but he knew better than to interrupt.

Finally, with a soft pop, Kyle's cock sprang free, bobbing in front of Sandra's face. She stared at it for a moment, her eyes wide and slightly glazed over with excitement, before Emma leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Now, time to show your mouth skills."

Sandra's cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her lips parting as she took the tip of Kyle's cock into her mouth. It was clear she had some practice, but Emma wasn’t satisfied. She made a small gulp from the wine glass before giving it back to Tom, "Hold that, be a dear."

Emma went down on her knees next to Sandra, her dark hair cascading down her back. She took a deep breath, looked at Tom once, and took Kyle's cock in her mouth, all the way down to the base. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she worked him with her throat, showing off her skills. Tom’s face contorted with a mix of anger and arousal, but before he exploded with another objection, Emma pulled away with a pop and turned to Sandra.

"Now, you try," she instructed, her voice a seductive purr. She took her glass back from her hubby's hands and took a sip as if nothing special happened.

Sandra looked at the cock in front of her with a mix of apprehension and excitement. She leaned in, her eyes still on Emma for guidance, and took the head into her mouth. She tried to mimic the deep-throating she'd just seen, but her gag reflex kicked in almost immediately.

"Easy," Emma cooed, placing a comforting hand on Sandra's shoulder. "Just relax your throat, like you're swallowing a mouthful of water."

Sandra nodded and took a deep breath, her eyes watering slightly as she tried again. This time, she managed to take a few more inches before her body protested. Emma watched with a critical eye, sipping her wine as she instructed Sandra on the art of pleasuring a man.

Meanwhile, Tom could only stare in shock and disbelief as the young women pleasured Kyle. He felt his own arousal building, despite the rage that surged within him. Surely that served some higher purpose, his wife told him so, but he was not convinced.

"Eyes off, cuck," Emma said sharply, catching Tom's gaze. "You’re not here for the show." She took another sip of her wine, watching Tom's face redden with both embarrassment and anger.

"Honey, what do you mean?" Tom clearly couldn't figure out what he should be more upset about—the way his wife addressed him, or the reason. "I am not a cuck!"

"For the purpose of this exercise," Emma's voice was a mix of sarcasm and sweetness, "you are. Now, stop being a perv, and turn around." She gestured to the wine glass in her hand, "We still need you around to serve."

Tom's face was a picture of barely contained fury, but he didn't argue. He spun on his heel, facing the wall and pouring himself a generous glass of wine. The room was eerily silent, except for the sound of Sandra's muffled moans and the wet sounds of her mouth on Kyle's cock.

Emma leaned back, watching the young blonde eagerly trying to take more and more of Kyle's cock into her mouth. "Good," she murmured, "Now, onto the main dish."