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Sarah smiled up at him, her cheeks reddening slightly as she swallowed a bit of Kyle's cum, just enough to let her awkwardly say "I vink Vad's vonna vuw it," before she took off in a direction of the kitchen. Her naked frame swayed enticingly as she walked, the warmth of Kyle's cum coating her lips and tongue.

Chad was trying to not think at all while working the stove, trying to ignore the wetness of his t-shirt where the condom had leaked and the taste of semen in his mouth as he cooked breakfast. Suddenly, he felt Sarah's familiar hands on his shoulders, hugging his back. Her head softly lay on his shoulder, her breath hot against his neck. He turned to give her a kiss, but as their lips met, he felt her teeth and tongue push forward, and a rush of warm, thick fluid filled his mouth. He choked, gagging, trying to pull away, but she held him close, her hands firm on his back. The taste was unmistakable, and the realization that she had again fed him Kyle's cum made him squirm uncomfortably.

He pulled away from her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to hide his disgust. "Sarah," he began, "I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but..."

She smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkling. "Chad, I know you don't like it, but this is just the way things are. It's not like I enjoy it any more than you do." She paused, her smile getting wider, "Well, maybe I do enjoy it a bit more, but you know what I mean." Her hands moved up his chest, caressing him gently. "And it's not like I can just stop having sex with Kyle, he's such a nice guy, it would be sooo impolite to refuse him my pussy."

Chad sighed, his shoulders slumping. He knew she was right, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the situation. "I guess I'm just tired of it all," he admitted, reaching for a plate to put some food on. "I mean, I'm working overtime to prepare for the baby, and I'm constantly exhausted, and then there's this..." He gestured in his mouth, still feeling the taste of Sarah's previous "gift" there.

She smiled sympathetically, taking the plate from him and patting his hand. "I know, Chad, I know. But it's not like Kyle is trying to hurt you. He's just trying to be a good friend and make sure I'm taken care of. And he really likes it when we do it together." Her gaze flickered to the corner of the room, where Kyle was sitting at the table, still naked and semi-erect. "He's not asking for much, you know. He just wants my pussy, and my mouth, and probably my ass, I am kinda waiting for it."

Sarah giggled at her last comment. "Want some help?" she teased, her hand moving down to stroke Chad's erection through his jeans. His cock twitched at her touch, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know, Kyle's the only one who can have sex with me all the time."

Chad groaned, feeling himself grow even harder, and more frustrated. But as the noises from the living room began to pass through the door, Sarah smiled and continued to jerk her husband off. "But, Kyle is occupied with your sister's young slit right now," she whispered, licking his ear, "And you know how he gets so focused when he's doing that." She gently tugged at his belt, undoing it, and then unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his swollen cock. "Don't you want to be the one to make me feel good while he's busy?" Her hand wrapped around his length, and she began to stroke him slowly.

Chad closed his eyes, trying to ignore the wet sound of Sarah's hand moving up and down his shaft, and the way her fingernails scraped against the sensitive skin of his cock. He knew that he should tell her to stop, that this wasn't right, that he didn't want to share her like this. But the feel of her hand on him, the taste of her lips, the smell of her skin...it was all too much. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, watching her face as she pleasured him.

Her lips were parted, her breathing heavy, and her eyes were half-closed, focused on the task at hand. She looked up at him, a mixture of playfulness and smugness in her expression. "What? My little hubby wants to fuck his wife?" she teased, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "Do it now, while Daddy is distracted with your sister's pussy!"

Trying to not think about the loud moans from the living room, Chad got his wife's frame on the table. She was so wet that he slipped inside her easily. He gripped her hips, pumping into her, feeling the familiar tightness surround him. It was so good, he almost lost the perception of time when his dick twitched and filled his wife's pussy with his seed. He couldn't believe it, he'd come in only a couple of thrusts.

Sarah's expression was of total confusion, "Is this all? Did you cum already?" she asked, her voice a mix of disappointment and surprise. Chad looked down where his dick has already deflated and slipped out of her. He didn't know how it could have happened so quickly. He'd felt so close and so powerful just a moment ago.

"I'm sorry," he managed to say, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I don't know what happened." He tried to get himself hard again, but got nothing but Sarah's annoyed expression.

"Well, that's just great," she said, dismounting from the table and pulling her skirt down. "You can't even last a proper fuck." She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him off the table and forcing him to his knees. "Guess you're going to have to taste it." She positioned his head between her legs, her wetness coating his face as she spread her legs wide. "Clean me up."

Chad's face was already flushed with embarrassment, but he obeyed, doing his duty as a husband. He could feel her hips moving, guiding him as he licked and sucked, trying to taste every inch of her. She tasted so sweet, and he couldn't help but wonder how this had all gone so wrong.

As he worked, the loud noises from the living room stopped and Kyle entered the kitchen.

"Wow slut, you got yourself real muncher there!" Kyle's words hurt Chad a bit but not as much as what his wife had said next.

"If that, he didn't even manage to fuck me properly. Now look - all soft." Her hand grabbed his hair and pushed his head deeper between her legs, her wetness overwhelming his face as she arched her back. "Oh, there you go. I mean, it is not his fault, he is so tired at work. And at home we constantly make his little dick aroused for no reason."

Chad was confused and hurt. He didn't understand why she was treating him like this. He'd always been a good husband, always done what she'd wanted. He tried to pull his head away from her, but she was too strong. He felt her hands move, one of them gripping his hair, the other sliding over his cheek and down his neck.

"Oh, Chad. I wish there was something I could do to make is easier," Sarah said, her voice sounding genuine although a bit dismissive. She paused, moving his head to a slightly different position, "Daddy, can you help?"

Kyle chuckled, "Well, I've heard of this cage for a guy's dick. It's supposed to save him from embarrassing himself with his shitty erection." His words stung Chad even harder, and he struggled against his wife's grip. "Why don't you try it on Chad."

Another attempt to get out of the situation failed by his wife's legs and Chad found himself unable to say anything. His mouth was filled with her hot and dripping juices, his nose inundated with her musky scent. He could only listen to his wife and her fuck-buddy discussing his fate.

"Easy there, hubby! No need to fight it," Sarah caressed him again. "We're only trying to help you, remember? Besides, it's not like you're going to be using your little tool anytime soon." She smiled at Kyle, who held his hand on her breast and leisurely pinched her nipple, "My ovulation is in two weeks."