Wednesday

[WEDNESDAY, RICHARD’S POV]

[The story in general will mostly be in Andy’s POV, but some chapters may vary here and there]

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I woke up with a gasp and a freight. I sat up straight in my bed, catching my breath, trying to lower both my heart-rate and hard-on. What the fuck was that dream?

I never really thought I had much of a submissive side, but maybe I do? Why the fuck would I dream about that? I dreamt that Andy’s voice was like music to my ears for whatever reason, Jane and I both were doing whatever he wanted. He basically cucked my right in front of my wife, and why was I so horny?

I looked down at my raging hard-on, questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. But at the end of the day, it’s a weird dream. Finally getting over myself, I realized Jane wasn’t in bed with me, I passed out early last night after dinner I guess, why don’t I remember much?

For a second I was worried about where she was before I heard some giggling downstairs. I grab my phone and see that it’s 9:15, so it’s not shocking that Jane/Andy could already be up.

I put on some shorts and make my way downstairs, I hear the sounds of giggling and voices as I make my way to the kitchen. I turn the corner into the room and just freeze as I witness the site in front of me.

Jane is completely naked, with her hair done up in twintails. She’s laying belly-up on the kitchen island table, with Andy standing at the table by her head. She’s holding herself almost in the shape of the letter “C”. Her feet are bent all the way back by her head, and her head is leaning off of the face of the counter.

Andy is also naked, with his rather large looking cock pumping in and out of my wife’s wide open mouth. She has an array of breakfast food laid out on different parts of her body. She’s working a banana in and out of her pussy, while Andy takes pieces of toast off of her feet, and rubs it all over her tits where there’s mashed avocado spread on them.

What. The. Fuck. Maybe it wasn’t a dream?! I feel rage fuel up inside me as I see my wife serving her child as if it was her entire life. I would soon figure out that I wasn’t wrong.

I found myself unable to talk or interfere in any way as I walked deeper into the kitchen. Andy finally noticed me and said “Oh Hey Rich! Like what I did to your wife?”

A meek “no” was all I could muster out, even though I had so much to say. Andy pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth and asked her. “Well do you like it slut?”

“Of course Daddy” my wife purred, “I’m never going to go back to that fucking loser, you’re going to do everthing,” she put a special, seductive emphasis on that final word.

“Damn straight.” He then looked back to me, as I was unable to really take in the scene before me, but I couldn’t stop staring. She went back to sucking his dick and my emotions took a turn. I was really angry, but now I’m just jealous and sorry for myself. I’ve never really felt this way before.

“Rich, stand over there,” Andy pointed to the other end of the table, where Jane stayed in her “C” position and was still rhythmically working the banana in and out of her pussy. I move over to position and get a great view of my wife’s asshole and pussy. I’m shocked to see that her ass looked red, ruined, and gaped, she never let me put it in her ass.

I look up to Andy still casually enjoying his breakfast and head, and he finishes off a bit of his toast and says, “Richard watch this,”

“Mom, cum.”

For a split second, I see my wife’s sphincter tighten. But that only happened quickly before I look up towards her pussy. She lets out a bellowing scream/moan “UGHHHHH-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK” as the banana shoots out of her pussy. It flies in the air for a second before hitting me square in the face. Startled, I flinch backwards but that doesn't help me too much as I slip on some of the squirt that was either already there, or that was just let out of her pussy. Either way I fall straight back on my face, and it only gets worse.

I continue to hear my wife moan and scream for another 20 seconds while she squirts. Her liquids drip off of the table, and start landing all over my face, which only makes it harder to get up.

I can hear Andy cackling and snort laughing, having the time of his life in the background.

“Squirt again, harder this time” Andy says. Followed by another loud “UGHHHH,” followed by another stream of juice hitting me in the face. This time, some of it lands in my mouth. What the fuck? Is that beer?

The process repeats itself for another 5 minutes or so until Andy finally tells me to get up. I find myself able to stand at the foot of the table, looking back at Andy and Jane. My wife’s feet are right in front of me, her legs are stretched out, and there is a coat of pussy juice covering the table. Jane herself is passed out, sleeping soundly as she lays right next to Andy’s cock, her son petting her hair like she was a pet.

Andy notices me smacking my lips together, trying to figure out where the beer taste came from.

“Oh you like that? Yeah I got so sick of her squirting all over me I told her to squirt blue moon.”

Him having asked me a question, I felt obliged to give another meek “no.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I gotta be more careful with my words I guess,” he thinks out loud.

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit.” He slaps Jane’s tit, hard. It wakes her up with a startle before she sees his cock and lets out an ear-to-ear smile. Without any prompting, she took in his cock and started cleaning him off.

“Good girl” he said and she blushed.

“Richard, take a seat” and I moved to where I could still see them, my wife blowing off her son and seeming to enjoy it more than he did. Looking at Andy made me seeth, my emotions flipped back from sad to anger, and I wanted nothing more than to kill this little twerp of a man. Alas, I found myself not able to do shit or even speak up. However, Andy did.

“Alright so I think I’m done playing games here. I need to learn how to use this and really capitalize on my powers. Don’t ya think mom?” he gives her tit another slap, as she pulls his dick out of his mouth. “Of course Daddy, you should get whatever you want.”

“Atta girl, alright so here’s what I’ve decided for now. Rich listen closely because you’ve always felt this way and know it as true.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, I think inwardly, knowing I can’t stop what is about to come.

“You are completely submissive to me, you’ll always support my actions, decisions, and whatever I do in life, whether it be on a minute-by-minute basis or year-by-year. You’ll do anything for me, because you know that I am a real man, and you are nothing but a bitch who is lucky enough to be in my presence. You look up to me and everything I do, and you will live or die, feel happy or sad, horny or asexual, by my whim. Understood?” as he finished his commands, he shot load after load into my moaning ex-wife.

“Yes sir,” I responded with my eyes down towards the floor. I didn’t deserve to see ANDY cumming of course, that was a privilege that only he decided if I deserved. I was happy to have a man take what he wanted in my ex-wife though, he really deserves it.

“Alright so we’re going to have some new changes around the house, Jane sit down next to your cuck.”

Jane moved to sit right next to me. I tried to put my hand on her bare thigh like I used to do at the dinner table, but she responded by smacking me straight across the face. I quickly grabbed my burning cheek wondering what the fuck was that for, as a giggling Andy would quickly answer my questions.

“Richard, you will never touch any of my girls.” Oh? There will be more?

“This is MY house now, I am the man of it. It’s going to be my harem house for now before I decide I need something bigger. The only people who are welcome here are the staff, which right now is just cucky over here, and my women.

Richard, you are the maid and cook. You’ll make me and the girls, but mostly me, food for breakfast lunch and dinner. You’ll also always have gourmet snacks ready. This house better be fucking spotless by dinner time every day or I will have to punish you? Understood?”

“Yes sir,”

“Good. Jane here is gonna be the queen of my Harem, everyone, including you, will submit to Jane like they do to me, but Jane you will always still be completely submissive to me. I’m obviously going to live in the Master Bedroom. Rich, you gotta have all your stuff out of there and moved into my sister’s old room by noon. Over the next week as well, you’re in charge of building a sex room downstairs, equipped with everything you think I’ll enjoy. Oh that reminds me. Richard, how much do you make a year?

“Roughly $900,000” I say. I see Andy’s smile get bigger. “Mom, what about you?”

“$700,000 Daddy” she replies. I can see my master’s gears turning in his head figuring out what to do.

“Okay, per month, after bills and everything, how much do you guys have as spending money?”

“$50,000,” I reply, and my wife responds with 40K.

Andy starts up again. “Great, After you pay off your bills, both of you are to transfer the remaining funds in your account. Rich, keep 20K for all the sex equipment downstairs.”

“Of course sir,” is all I reply, getting excited about having work to do for my new master.

“Well what the fuck are you waiting for, get to work you fat shit!” Andy screams at me. I quickly scamper up the stairs to start moving rooms, I hear my wife giggling behind me as I stomp up the floor.

I meant my ex-wife, gonna have to get used to that.