You watch with mixed emotions

"Now, Bill, I want you to show Eli how a good little slut sucks cock," Simone in Bill's body says as she graciously steps aside, allowing Bill to get closer to the action.

Bill's long lashed eyes are filled with a mix of embarrassment and anger as he looks at you as something of an equal, but the submissive neural patch is too strong for him to resist. He opens his pretty mouth and takes the head of Simone's large cock inside. You watch as your former best friend, now in your wife's body, begins to bob his head up and down on her cock, his cheeks hollowing out with each eager suck. He seems to have some experience in this role. The sight is equal parts satisfying (seeing your enemy laid low), arousing (it’s hard not to be aroused in your new body) and infuriating (you can't believe you're being made to watch Bill suck cock and you are envious!?).

You want to be the one sucking on Simone’s cock. You want to feel the lack of power and control that Bill is feeling. It’s not fair, you think. But here you are, kneeling beside Bill, aroused and frustrated, and it's driving you insane with envy. You resent that you are not the one servicing Simone. It’s like Bill is getting to enjoy all the depravity of the situation while you are stuck being the passive participant. The frustration seems to make you even more aroused and horny.

As Bill’s lips glide over Simone’s cock, you watch with envy, seeing the way the skin around the base tightens with each bob of his head, the way the veins bulge slightly with each suck. You feel your clit swell with the need to be touched, to be used. You want to be the one who brings her pleasure, the one who feels her hand in their hair, the one who tastes her. But you are stuck, unable to move, **** to be a silent spectator to your own humiliation. Again the lack of power is like an heady aphrodisiac. But Simone is not ignoring you. She is watching you. Enjoying your evident frustration. You see her grin mischievously. The bitch is enjoying teasing you.

"Bill, you're doing such a good job," she purrs, stroking his hair with her free hand. "Look at how hard you're making me." She turns to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't you want to join in?"

You nod wordlessly, your eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight of Bill's mouth on her cock. Simone laughs and pets you like a good little pet. "Beg for it, Eli," she says, her voice low and taunting.

"P-please," you stutter out, your voice a mix of embarrassment and need. "Let me suck you."

Simone laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, you want to play too?" she asks, her tone mocking. "Well, if you're going to beg for it like a good little slut, maybe I'll consider it."

You swallow hard, the saliva in your mouth pooling around the idea of what you're about to do. But the need to be the one pleasing her is overwhelming. "Mistress, I beg of you," you say, using the honorific with surprising ease. "Allow me to serve your cock."

“Mistress? I am the one with the cock… what does that make me?” Simone asks with a sly grin, watching the hunger in your eyes as you kneel before her.

"Master, I apologize," you quickly correct yourself, using the subservient male honorific. "I beg of you, please grant me the privilege of serving your cock."

“Oh Bill! It seems like I’ve waited forever to hear Eli say those words… and to me!" Simone says as she watches the eager hunger in your eyes. She releases the grip in Bill’s hair and gestures to the cock in front of you. "Alright, come on, show me how much you want it, my little slut," she commands.

Without hesitation, you lean in and wrap your lips around the base of her cock, taking over from where Bill left off. The taste is intoxicating, and you find yourself lost in the sensation of giving head. The way your mouth fits around her girth, the way your tongue can feel the veins pulsing with desire, the way she moans when you hit just the right spot. You suck and lick with everything you have, eager to please.

“Hmmm, you know I think you should eat out Bill’s pussy…” Simone suggests after a few minutes. “You never did that for me,” she complains.

"M-master, please," you whine, your eyes glazed with lust and obedience. "Let me taste you first. I'll be such a good girl."

Simone chuckles, stroking her cock with one hand as she considers your plea. "Very well," she says finally. "But don't forget your place, my sweet little cunt. You're here to serve, not to enjoy. Bill, you should eat out Eli,” she directs.

Bill obeys subserviently, sliding off the couch to kneel before you, his eyes never leaving Simone's cock. You watch as his tongue tentatively touches the wet folds of your pussy, and you feel a strange thrill at the sight of your wife's face buried between your legs. The sensation is intense, the pleasure foreign in a way that makes your skin tingle and your core clench. You want to moan, to push against Bill's face, but you hold back, not wanting to give Simone the satisfaction of knowing how much you're enjoying this.