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Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-07-10 04:06:53 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Vince could hear his wife's moans coming from the bedroom. He could hear Carissa moaning in the way only Simon made her moan. It was louder and lower than when she moaned for Vince, but there was something else about it that he couldn't quite put his fingers on, something that made it seem like the moans were the result of a kind of pleasure that Carissa had truly never experienced before.
"I've finished," he said as Alice looked up from her book. Her eyes scanned his naked body and her lips curled into a smile that eventually grew bright and beautiful.
"Everything?"
Vince nodded. He'd spent the past hour thoroughly cleaning Alice and Simon's kitchen and living room. He'd done so to please the beautiful older woman who'd so easily and expertly trained him to offer his submission to her without a moment's hesitation.
"There's laundry that needs to be done. You'll find it in our closet."
Vince's excitement was instant and obvious as his cock stirred to life and slowly grew to a half erect state.
"You may watch for a few moments," Alice instructed. "And if Simon requires something of you, offer it to him without hesitation."
Vince turned and headed towards Alice and Simon's bedroom, towards the moans his wife was offering up at a steady pace. He'd watched Carissa and Simon fuck before, but it had been a rare occurrence up to that point. Mostly they'd had sex while Vince served Alice, which meant he listened far more often than he laid eyes upon the arousing - and angst-producing - sight of his wife having sex with another man.
The moans - and the sounds of sex - got louder as Vince approached the bedroom. He stopped a few steps from the door and listened to his wife's pleasure. To Carissa moaning so beautifully, to the sounds of Simon's body meeting hers. He listened and smiled as his cock reached an erect state, no doubt due to the fact that he'd gone a week without an orgasm.
Vince stepped into the doorway and saw Carissa on her hands and knees on the bed. Simon was behind her with his hands on her hips. Her eyes were closed and Carissa wore a look of pure bliss on her face.
Simon stopped thrusting the moment he noticed Vince, who said, "Sorry, I just came to get the laundry."
Carissa opened her eyes and offered a beautiful smile at her husband. "It's so kind of you to do the laundry for Alice and Simon. It's so kind of you to recognize that she deserves to relax while you do chores around her house. It's kind of you to recognize that you should do as many chores as possible so that Simon has all the time in the world to do as he pleases with my body."
Vince's cock ached with desire as his wife offered words that sounded kind but were undeniably humiliating.
Simon pulled out, leaned forward, and grabbed a handful of Carissa's hair. He spun her around and slipped his cock between her lips, pushing it deep until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Despite the depth of penetration and her obvious discomfort at having a cock lodged in her throat, Carissa took every inch without gagging.
"Come and taste her pussy, Vince," Simon instructed.
Vince approached the foot of the bed, crawled towards his wife, and pushed his tongue into her pussy from behind. His nose pressed against her taint as he marveled at her wetness and the taste of her juices.
"Now lick her asshole."
Vince's pulse quickened as he ran his tongue over Carissa's taint a few times before reaching her asshole. He stared at it for a few moments and saw Simon thrusting in and out of her mouth, treating her face like it was her pussy, like it was meant for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.
Vince rimmed his wife's asshole. He licked it slowly, running his tongue over the beautiful, wrinkled flesh while she moaned and gagged around the cock fucking her mouth and throat. Vince rimmed like a good boy. He rimmed like he'd been instructed, like his only purpose in that moment was to do exactly as he was told by either member of the couple he and his wife offered their submission to.
"Get it nice and wet, Vince," Simon instructed. "I'm going to fuck it today. I'm going to use your wife's ass for my pleasure."
Vince felt her asshole twitch as his tongue worked it. Carissa was nervous, but of course she was. She was going to have anal sex for the first time and it seemed to Vince that taking a cock as big as Simon's was going to be painful.
The sound of Carissa's gasping filled the bedroom as Simon pulled out of her mouth. "What do you think about that, my sweet submissive? Do you want my cock in your ass?"
"I want your cock anywhere you want to put it," she answered. "I'm yours, Simon. I belong to you."
Vince was surprised at the deep sense of arousal he felt. Arousal so significant he thought he might actually cum. Carissa had uttered similar words before, but they carried more weight this time. Simon was asking her to do something she wouldn't normally do, something she wouldn't enjoy. She hadn't hesitated in offering her ass to him, in offering herself to him, in asserting his ownership of her where all things sexual were concerned.
Simon's cock slid into her mouth once more as Vince tongued his wife's asshole. He was deeply invested in getting her wet because he wanted to try and help her avoid some of the inevitable pain. If she was wet enough, loose enough, and relaxed enough, perhaps it wouldn't hurt nearly as much to get fucked by Simon's long, thick cock.
"Very good, Vince. You may take the laundry now."
Vince wanted to keep rimming his wife. He wanted to hold her hand while she was taken anally. He wanted to be there for her as she gave herself to the man who controlled her, but he knew better than to try and argue for permission to stay. He knew he had to leave, so he backed out of the bed, retrieved the dirty laundry from the closet, and left.
As he walked out, Carissa moved to her back and spread her legs wide. Simon moved between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock over her asshole as he said, "I don't want this to hurt, but it's unavoidable the first time. I'll go slow, but my cock is quite thick, so you'll simply have to fight through the pain for me, Carissa. Are you willing to do that?"
"I'll do anything for you," she said.
Vince heard a gasp as he walked down the hallway and towards the laundry room. He heard his wife's pain. He felt for her. He wanted to help her. He knew she was enjoying herself, though. He knew that despite the pain she was turned on by the act of submission, by the act of suffering in a small way for Simon's pleasure. Vince knew it because he felt that same arousal when he offered his submission to Alice, even if that submission meant discomfort for him.
Once the washer had started Vince returned to the living room to see that Alice had stripped down to her bra and panties. Her lingerie was made from black satin and featured a delicate lace trim. She looked elegant and beautiful and her book rested on the coffee table, making it seem as though she'd been waiting for him to return for quite some time.
"Sorry that took so long."
Alice smiled. "There's no need to apologize. I assume you offered your service to my husband."
Vince nodded. "He had me rim Carissa. He's...he's having anal sex with her right now. Her first...her first time."
Alice uncrossed her legs and Vince stared between them. He yearned to drop to his knees, crawl towards her, and beg for the pleasure of worshiping her pussy. Instead, Alice got up and walked behind him. She grabbed both of his ass cheeks, squeezed them hard, and then ran her hands up his back, over his shoulders, and to his chest. She gripped him tightly and pressed her body against his. The soft satin of her bra felt incredible against his skin and her lips were warm and perfect as they kissed the back of his neck while Carissa's pained moans drifted into the living room.
"Simon insists that all of his subs learn to take his cock in their asses. He knows that most women have no interest in anal sex, that they find it painful and on occasion a bit degrading. That's why he wants it, why he craves it. It's a sign of deep submission."
"She said...she said she'd do anything for him, that she belonged to him."
Alice's hand grasped Vince's stiff cock and stroked him gently. "And how did it make you feel to hear your wife confess that she saw her body as being the property of another man?"
Vince was embarrassed to admit how he'd felt, but he couldn't lie to Alice. "It turned me on."
"Of course it did," she said softly. "Because you know it's right. You know that your wife craves what Simon gives her. You know that she craves the pleasure of being owned by a man that's far superior to you, a man that puts you to shame in so many ways."
Her slow, gentle stroking felt better, like his cock had gotten more sensitive. He felt harder, too.
"You understand that my husband is superior to you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You understand that you're not really a man when compared to him. You're just a cuck. A submissive cuck that wants nothing more than to be put in his place."
Vince closed his eyes and soaked in the sensations of her bra against his back, of the warmth of her bare skin against his, of the pleasure of being stroked by the confident, beautiful, dominant woman who'd so easily taken control of him over the months since his first act of submission.
"Yes, I understand, and I want to be put in my place. By you. By your husband. By Carissa."
"She's gotten better at helping you understand your place, hasn't she?"
Vince smiled at how true that was. He thought of the facesitting, of being made to get on his hands and knees to kiss Carissa's feet, of the relentless pussy worship, of him taking over some of the chores she used to do in their house, of him spending extra money on pretty things for Carissa to wear for Simon, on so many other small ways in which she'd started to exert a dominance of her own in their home.
"She has, and I love it. I love her for it."
"And you're happier, aren't you? Happier now that you know your place, now that you understand that you're not a real man, that you're just a cuck."
Carissa was moaning louder. Vince could still hear the pain in his wife's voice, but the pleasure was obvious, too. The pleasure of being fucked in the ass by a dominant man, by a man she's happily given herself to.
"Yes, I'm happier. I'm much happier."
Alice released Vince's cock and stepped in front of him. He wanted to fall to his knees, to look up at her, to beg for permission to worship every inch of her body. He waited, though. He waited in silence as she stared at him while they both listened to Carissa give her ass to Simon.
"I'm going to go to the bedroom now. I'm going to join my husband in enjoying your wife. The two of us are going to use her until she's completely spent. While we do, you're going to busy yourself around the house and in the yard. You're going to work to make our lives easier while we fuck your wife until she's exhausted, and then we'll fuck her a little bit more before sending her home to you."
Vince couldn't believe how painfully erect his cock was.
"The door will be closed. You're welcome to listen while you work around the house, but you will not waste time standing outside the door. You will work. You will do your chores. You will do so while you keep your hands off your cock, too. When we're done, we'll send Carissa home with you and if you're lucky she'll let you worship her body as she shares some of the details of the fun we had with her."
Alice stepped closer, pressed her body against his, and softly kissed Vince on the lips in a manner that caught him off guard. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss, moaning when Alice offered a hint of tongue. He wanted desperately to touch her, to pull her close, to grab her ass, to grind his cock into her body, but he kept his hands at his sides like he was expected to.
"It's going to be a while and I expect you to work the entire time I'm in the bedroom. Do you understand?"
"I do. I'll work hard for you. I will."
Alice smiled, stroked his cock a few times, and walked away. Vince stood and listened to his wife's moans. The bedroom door then shut. The moans were suddenly muffled. The sound of the washing machine nearly drowned them out.
Though he wanted to run to the bedroom door, press his ear against it, and listen for the rest of the afternoon, Vince knew better. He knew he'd be punished in some way if he didn't do as he'd been instructed, so he set about doing chores for Alice and Simon. He set about taking work off their plates so they could fully enjoy dominating Carissa, so they could fuck her without a care in the world.
It would be a long afternoon, but there was a great deal of work to be done and Vince was determined to do as much as possible before the neighbors finished having fun with his wife.
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Carissa had looked exhausted - just as Alice had promised she'd be - when she walked out of the bedroom. Her hair was a mess. Her face was covered in what looked like a combination of spit and cum. Her eye makeup had run. Her breasts were red and when Vince got a look at her backside he could see that it too was red from what must have been quite a bit of spanking. Her pussy lips were enflamed and slippery and had he seen her asshole it too likely would have looked well-used.
After dressing her - a task Carissa had instructed Vince to undertake - they made the short walk home without saying much of anything. Carissa had a smile on her face the entire time, though. That smile brought Vince no small amount of pleasure because he took it to mean that she'd had a good time - a great time, even - being used by the couple next door.
Once inside their home, Carissa pulled Vince close for the longest, deepest kiss they'd ever shared. Even after it was over their lips remained achingly close as she caressed his face, ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled sweetly and brightly.
"Did you...did you have a good time today?"
Carissa laughed softly. "I feel like that's an understatement, baby. Today was...transcendent. The experience was perfect. They were unrelenting, but they both found such intense pleasure in fucking me like they did. In using me for hours. In trying so many different ways of using me. In pushing my limits. Alice fucked me. Did you know that? Did you know she had a strapon? Did you know that she likes using it?"
Vince shook his head.
"They fucked me together, too. A double penetration. Simon in my ass and Alice in my pussy with her strapon."
Vince was surprised at the sudden burst of lust working its way through him as he imagined his wife getting fucked by the couple next door. "Really? That sounds...well, I don't know, that sounds kind of amazing."
She kissed him again. Deeply and for a blissfully long time. She kissed him with such vigor that Vince couldn't keep his hands off of her. He couldn't help but slide his fingers under the waistband of her leggings to grab her smooth ass cheeks and squeeze them hard.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she said. "Simon gave me permission to let you cum."
"Really?"
Carissa nodded. "You have to clean up your mess, of course, but you're allowed to cum and I get to choose how. Of course, you're not allowed to cum inside me. Only Simon is allowed to cum inside me."
Vince's cock got harder, just as it always did when he was reminded that he was no longer permitted to ejaculate inside his wife, that another man had taken that right from him.
Carissa took his hand and led Vince to the bedroom. They stripped and crawled into bed together before she laid next to him and pressed her lithe, perfect body against his.
"What did the double penetration feel like?" he asked.
Carissa smiled. "I got on top of Alice and took her strapon in my pussy. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me while I rode her a little. Then Simon got in the bed behind me. I felt his fingers enter my ass and moaned into Alice's mouth. He'd already been in my ass quite a bit by that point so it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had at first."
Vince's cock throbbed in his wife's hand and he wondered if he was going to last long enough to get much in the way of details.
"Alice then asked me if I wanted Simon's cock in my ass, if I wanted to be fucked by both of them at the same time. She asked me if I wanted to be a good little whore for them."
Vince moaned and Carissa smiled as she kissed his neck.
"I told her I did. I told her I wanted to be a good little whore for them, that I wanted to make them both happy, that I belonged to them, that they could do anything they wanted with me, that nothing made me happier than pleasing them."
"Carissa..."
She released his cock and smiled. Her lips met his for a deep kiss. It was slow and long and so beautiful that Vince lost himself in it, disappearing completely in the pleasure of being connected with his wife after spending the day listening as the couple next door used her.
"You get so excited hearing about this, don't you?"
He nodded.
"It's an act of submission for you, isn't it? Working around their house while they fuck me behind the closed door. Dutifully staying outside the bedroom so they can have their fun with me, with my body. Mowing their lawn and doing their laundry and cleaning their bathrooms while they use your wife for their pleasure, while they have countless orgasms from using me. That submission turns you on, doesn't it?"
"More than anything, especially now that I get to lay here next to you, now that I get to kiss you, now that I get to feel your hand on my cock as you tell me about the fun you had."
She smiled. "I did have fun. It hurt to get fucked in the ass, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed how much Simon enjoyed it. I enjoyed how much Alice got off on seeing her husband sodomize me. I enjoyed how much Simon got off on seeing his wife take my ass with her strapon. I enjoyed how much they both got off on using me like a little whore."
Vince could see that his wife was getting off on all of it in the moment, too. She was turned on all over again. She was thinking of the many ways her body had been used for the pleasure of the dominant neighbors and she was lost in it.
She met his gaze, smiled slightly, and kissed him. Her fingers encircled his cock once more and she stroked him slowly, twisting her hand at the tip and offering an extra level of pleasure in the process.
"Simon's talking about taking me somewhere for a weekend. To a hotel or a house rental. He wants me all to himself for a weekend. He wants to do as he pleases with me."
"Are you going to do it?" Vince asked as both excitement and angst gripped him.
She smiled sweetly and in her eyes Vince saw a sense that it was silly of him to have asked. "I belong to him, baby. My body belongs to him. It's his to do with as he pleases, so if he wants to take me away for a weekend to fuck me in every imaginable way, that's what I want too."
Vince was close to cumming.
"Don't worry, though. Alice will watch over you. She said she'll use the weekend - whenever it is - to further your training. She intends on turning you into the ultimate submissive, Vince. She's going to make you into the sort of man that will work to ensure that my needs are always met long after Simon and Alice have moved on to another challenge."
"I want...I want to be that sort of man for you."
"Yeah?" she asked with a sweet smile. "The sort of man that finds dominant men for me to be with? The sort of man that messages and chats and meets other men in person to make sure you find the perfect dom to fuck your wife in a manner you're incapable of fucking her?"
He nodded and Carissa stroked him a little faster.
"We're so lucky to have met our neighbors, aren't we?"
He nodded.
"So lucky that we discovered our mutual desire for submission. So lucky that we found two people who can train us, who can show us that life's greatest pleasure can be found in that submission. And I'm so lucky that I have you, Vince, an eager sub and cuckold who doesn't mind that his wife gets off on her body being owned by another man."
Vince closed his eyes and arched his back.
"Cum for me, Vince. Cum while you think of Simon using me. Cum while you think of both of them fucking me, of our neighbors fucking my holes while you were doing chores like a good boy."
Vince came as his wife desired. He came hard. He felt the drops of his hot seed landing on his stomach and chest as Carissa gently worked the head of his cock before tightly gripping the shaft and slowly working her way towards the head as if she was trying to squeeze out every last drop of his load.
"I want to feed you," she said. "I want to watch you eat your load like a good boy."
Vince parted his lips and Carissa's cum-covered fingers pushed onto his tongue. He sucked them clean and stared into her eyes, which were brimming with love.
"I really do feel lucky," she whispered.
"I do too," he replied as her fingers departed his mouth to collect more cum. "And you were right about there being so much pleasure in submission. I didn't know I could feel that kind of thing, that kind of pleasure."
Carissa pushed her fingers into his mouth and Vince quickly sucked them clean. Her lips met his and they shared a cum-flavored kiss with her tongue moving deep and soaking up some of his load. It felt like a deeply intimate act meant to convey her love and lust and it worked like a charm.
"I love you, Vince."
"I love you too, Carissa."
She smiled and fed him more cum. "I'm doing it no matter what, but I do hope that you're okay with me going away with Simon for a weekend."
He nodded.
Carissa kissed his cheek, collected more cum, and continued to feed it to him off her fingers. Vince ate it all, doing so with an increasing sense of arousal and submission coursing through him, in part because of the act of consuming his cum, in part because his wife was feeding it to him, and in part because it had become perfectly clear that they were no longer having fun with the neighbors. They'd embarked on an entirely new sexual lifestyle, one that was likely to be with them for the rest of their days, and something about that notion made Vince very happy.
