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A Sunday of Service - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-04-25 05:02:33 +0000 UTCAs instructed, Jack had prepared the bedroom for the arrival of his wife and her lover. He'd quickly tidied up, turned down the sheets, and left a pair of towels on the nightstand. Once he was finished, Jack stripped and dropped to his knees by the bed, and though he was tempted to play with his cock - he was always tempted - he refrained from doing so.
While he waited, Jack heard both conversation and laughter coming from down the hallway. Much to his surprise, Piper and Bryan managed to resist the allure to rush right to the bedroom to satisfy the lust that had no doubt been generated during the blowjob she'd given on the ride home. Jack couldn't help but wonder if teasing him was part of the purpose behind delaying their arrival in the bedroom.
Eventually - after ten minutes of flirty talk in the living room - Jack heard footsteps approaching. His wife and her lover stepped into the bedroom still dressed in their Sunday best and they both looked down at him and smiled, for he was a cuckold in his place, dutifully waiting on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back as he'd been taught.
"Bryan, would you unzip my dress?" Piper asked.
Bryan approached, reached up, and slowly pulled down the zipper with one hand as he brushed Piper's blonde hair aside with the other. He leaned down and kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan. Once he'd unzipped the dress, Bryan slowly pushed it from her shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving Piper in her bra, panties, and heels.
Bryan's strong hands moved down her arms and rested on her waist as he kissed his way from one side of her neck to the other. He pulled Piper close and Jack watched his wife gently grind her ass into her lover's crotch, moaning as she did so, no doubt because she felt his erection.
Jack watched his wife close her eyes and he couldn't help but hope that she was briefly fantasizing about the pleasure of having her lover's cock inside her.
"Would you like to prepare my pussy for him, Jack?" Piper asked.
"Yes, please," he replied from his knees.
Piper stepped out of her lover's grasp and approached her husband. His cock tingled with desire as she neared him with long, slow steps and an exaggerated sway in her hips. She reached out, ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled before saying, "You may remove my panties."
Jack reached up, ran his fingers over Piper's smooth thighs, and then slipped them into the waistband of her delicate panties. He pulled them down slowly, revealing the pussy that he'd carefully washed and shaved in the shower that morning. Her labia were swollen and her clit had already emerged from its hood, signaling her readiness to get fucked.
Jack knew that his tongue served little purpose in that moment, for Piper was wet enough to be penetrated with ease, even by a cock as large as Bryan's. She was offering him a gift, though, as Jack always took pleasure in licking his wife's pussy prior to her lover entering her.
"Be a good cuckold and prepare me for my lover," she said.
Piper gently pulled Jack's head between her legs and he extended his tongue and ran it over her pussy lips and inside her. Bryan stepped behind her in that same moment and Jack watched another man unhook his wife's bra before cupping her breasts and softly playing with her flesh as their lips met for a deeply passionate kiss with a wealth of tongue.
Jack felt the jealousy that always came in those moments. He wanted to be the man kissing his wife. Of course he did. He wanted to be the one playing with her breasts. He wanted to be the one she was eager to fuck.
Jack let the jealousy float by, for it wasn't his place to be overcome by that jealousy. Instead, it was his place to do precisely as his wife desired, to serve her needs above all else, to follow her instructions.
"Take your clothes off," Piper whispered to her lover.
Bryan took her nipples between his fingers and pulled gently on the stiff flesh. She closed her eyes, leaned into his body, and let out a truly wondrous moan that made it perfectly clear how much she enjoyed being touched by him in that manner.
As Piper took a tight grip on Jack's hair and rubbed her wet pussy over his face, Bryan released her nipples, stepped back, and stripped, revealing his strong, muscular body and the big cock that had provided Piper with so many orgasms over the past six months.
"Thank you, cuckold," Piper said as she released her grip on Jack's hair and stepped back. Her fingers encircled Bryan's cock and she stroked him slowly, luring a drop of precum out of the tip.
To Jack's delight, Piper sank to her knees and looked up at her lover as she stroked his cock and played with his balls. She kissed the plump head, swirled her tongue around it, and enveloped him with her soft lips.
"Oh...fuck," Bryan said as a smile crossed his face. He watched for a few seconds before turning his attention to Jack and asking, "Does it make you jealous when she sucks my cock like that, cuck?"
"Yes," Jack answered as arousal coursed through his body. Though Bryan and Jack had become friends over the past six months, their dynamic in the bedroom - or any sexual situation - was far different than when they were clothed, as Bryan took it upon himself to help deepen Jack's submission through occasional doses of dirty talk and light humiliation.
"Why don't you kiss her?" Bryan suggested. "Enjoy a taste of my cock on her lips and tongue."
Jack's pulse quickened as he inched closer to his beautiful wife, who'd swallowed most of Bryan's cock by that point and was gleefully holding it in her mouth.
Piper looked up at her lover and slowly pulled back, letting his spit-soaked cock depart her mouth and leaving a trail of saliva that coated her bottom lip and chin. She turned to Jack, smiled sweetly, and said, "Would it make you feel good to kiss me after I've had his cock deep in my mouth?"
Jack nodded.
Piper considered him for a few moments and said, "I suppose you've earned a kiss. You did a good job preparing the bedroom for us and you managed to keep your hands off your desperately hard dick as you watched me suck Bryan's superior cock."
Piper took Jack's hand and pulled him close. She smiled, tilted her head, and leaned in. Their lips met for a delightfully wet kiss and her tongue made its way into Jack's mouth a moment later. He moaned, both at the intense passion behind the kiss and at the distinct taste of precum that Piper shared with him.
It wasn't the first time they'd shared that sort of kiss, but it remained just as thrilling as the first time Piper had offered such a treat. There was just something so kinky about kissing her and tasting her tongue and lips mere moments after they'd been wrapped around another man's cock.
"Thank you," Jack said softly as the kiss ended.
"You're welcome, cuckold," Piper replied. "Now, I know you'd love to watch, but Bryan and I are going to work up quite an appetite as we fuck and I'd like lunch to be ready for us the moment we're done. So, it's time for you to leave. I'd like you to remain naked, though. And remember, no masturbating. I don't care if you get turned on listening to another man fuck me in our bed while you're busy making us lunch. No touching your cock."
"I won't masturbate," Jack said. "I promise. I'll be good."
Piper reached up, gently caressed his face, and smiled. "I know you will, Jack. You're always such a good boy for me."
The love in her eyes, the smile on her face, and the tenderness in her voice filled Jack with an intense kind of joy, for all he really craved in life was being a good boy for his wife, as serving her was the only thing that really mattered.
"Go now," she said.
Jack stood as Piper took Bryan's cock into her mouth once more. She looked up at the man she was so eager to satisfy and it was as if Jack had already left the room, for neither of them paid him even a shred of attention.
That was how it was supposed to be, though. Piper was in control. Her needs were the ones that mattered most, the ones that Jack yearned to serve, and if that meant leaving the bedroom while she and her lover fucked, that was how it had to be, even if Jack was desperate to watch Bryan's cock slide between her pussy lips and deep inside her.
So Jack left for the kitchen to prepare the lunch that his wife and her lover would enjoy after what he imagined would be a long, thoroughly satisfying fuck that would satiate the desire they'd cultivated throughout church and on the drive home.
It was while Jack was busy surveying the ingredients in the refrigerator that the first moan reached his ears. It meant the blowjob was over. It meant another man's cock was inside Piper's pussy. It meant she was on the way to experiencing the orgasm she craved, the kind of orgasm that Jack was genuinely incapable of offering her, the kind that Bryan gave her each and every time they were together.
Jack closed his eyes and listened as the cool air from the fridge encircled his legs. He felt his cock return to its erect state as he imagined Piper on her back with her legs spread as Bryan fucked her with long, slow, deep thrusts. That was almost always how they started, mostly to give her pussy a little time to get used to his impressive size before he picked up the pace. They typically shared deep, passionate kisses during that time, their tongues entwined as Piper's hands moved all over her lover's body and as Bryan played with her breasts and occasionally reached down to grab her ass and give it a good squeeze while bottoming out inside her.
Jack would have been content to sit at the kitchen table, close his eyes, and listen to the sounds of sex emanating from his bedroom, but he had a job to do, and he knew Piper would withhold his reward - most likely an orgasm at the end of the day - if he disappointed her by failing to follow her instructions.
For that reason, Jack pulled the ingredients for grilled chicken sandwiches from the fridge and got to work. He fired up the grill, sliced the chicken thinly, coated it in a flavorful spice rub, and sliced what remained of the baguette they'd picked up at the bakery just a day prior.
"Fuck me," Piper cried out as Jack thinly sliced a perfectly ripe tomato. "Fuck me, Bryan. Fuck me harder!"
Jack set the knife on the cutting board and closed his eyes. Piper moaned louder and he could hear the bed frame squeaking from the strain of Bryan's powerful thrusts. They were probably still in missionary, only now Piper's pussy had gotten used to Bryan's size and he could fuck her harder and he was certainly doing so. Jack pictured Piper's legs spread wide. He imagined the sounds of hard, wet sex as the big dick pummeled her pussy.
Jack opened his eyes, looked down, and saw his stiff dick nearly pressed into the kitchen counter. He desperately wanted to be in the bedroom. He wanted to see Bryan's cock filling Piper's pussy. He wanted to watch another man fuck his wife. He wanted to witness her pleasure, but it wasn't permitted, for it wasn't Jack's place to do as he desired, it was his place to do as his wife commanded, because his ultimate purpose was to serve her needs above all else.
Jack picked up the knife, finished slicing the tomatoes, and sprinkled each with a bit of sea salt. He set them aside on a plate and sliced half a head of iceberg lettuce as thin as he could. As he did, the sounds of sex stopped. They were switching positions. Jack paused, closed his eyes, and listened.
It took a few seconds, but soon Piper's moans resumed. This time, though, they were slower and deeper. She was on top. She was on top and she was taking her time with Bryan's cock, no doubt grinding back and forth as she bathed him in the slickness of her juices and ground her clit into his pelvis, engulfing them both in what Jack imagined was a sense of pure, perfect bliss.
Cowgirl was Jack's favorite position to watch. He loved to be on his knees in the bedroom, looking up at his wife as she rode her lover's cock, using it for her pleasure and providing Bryan with the joy of her tight, perfect pussy. He loved to see Bryan's hands reach up to play with her tits. He loved the way Piper would put her hands over Bryan's and encourage him to do as he pleased with her flesh, to squeeze it and knead it and pinch her nipples, all in the name of giving them both what they needed.
"Your cock feels so good inside me," Piper said loud enough for Jack to hear all the way in the kitchen.
Jack smiled as he ran the knife through the lettuce. Piper was talking to Bryan, of course, but he was fairly certain she was talking to him, too. She wanted him to feel the ache of desire, to feel a deep sense of longing for what he'd been banned from watching. She wanted him to feel just a little bit of pain as he cooked for her and her lover while she got fucked in their bedroom. It worked, too, as Jack's dick throbbed painfully and a very particular kind of jealousy - cuckold jealousy, as he'd come to think of it - coursed through his body.
Jack set the lettuce aside, squirted a healthy dollop of mayo into a ramekin, and added a little bit of garlic powder and salt to up the flavor. He turned on the oven so it would be ready to toast the bread when the time came and then grabbed the chicken and headed outside to put it on the grill.
"Bryan...fuck...I'm cumming!" Piper cried out.
Jack stopped at the door to the deck and smiled. That jealousy returned, but it was a good thing. His wife was in the midst of a deeply pleasurable experience. She was cumming on another man's cock. She was cumming hard. She was getting what she craved. That's what mattered. Jack wanted to be there. He wanted to see the look on Piper's face as she climaxed with another man's dick buried deep inside her, but being denied what he wanted was a part of his life and Jack had embraced that reality.
He stepped out onto the deck, closed the door, and opened the grill. Jack laid each piece of chicken onto the hot grates and listened to it sizzle. He felt the warmth of the sun on his bare ass and made sure to keep his stiff dick away from the heat, all of which was a decidedly odd experience that managed to put a smile on his face. Six months ago, his life was vastly different, and yet he wouldn't change anything, for offering his service to Piper brought Jack greater pleasure than anything he'd ever experienced.
The sounds of sex were distinctly different when Jack returned to the kitchen. They were fucking in doggystyle. He heard Bryan's body slamming into Piper's ass. He heard her moaning the way she did when she was taking a particularly hard, vigorous fucking. He heard Bryan moaning, too, which meant he was close to cumming.
Jack put the bread into the oven to toast it as the sex got even more vigorous. He pictured Piper on her hands and knees in their bed, a position she hadn't let Jack fuck her in for years, a position that Bryan got to fuck her in whenever he wanted. He imagined Bryan's hands on her hips, though sometimes he liked to grab a handful of Piper's hair for leverage, too. He imagined her tits bouncing gently with every thrust and her ass rippling from the strength her lover used as he fucked her.
"Cum inside me!" Piper cried out. "Bryan...baby...cum inside me! Cum in my pussy!"
Jack pulled the bread out of the oven and set it on the plates. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as jealousy and pleasure mixed inside him. He loved that Piper was getting fucked, that she was enjoying another man's cock, but he desperately wished he could be there to watch, to witness her pleasure, to witness Bryan's pleasure as he barreled towards unleashing his seed inside her.
"Oh, fuck!" Bryan screamed.
The sounds of sex stopped. Bryan was cumming inside Piper. Another man was cumming in Jack's wife. He told himself not to masturbate. He forced himself to hold off on doing the thing he desperately craved in that moment, for there was nothing he enjoyed more than the moment Bryan came inside Piper. It was the purest, most beautiful, most perfect representation of his status as a cuckold and he adored being there to witness it.
Jack grabbed another plate, headed onto the deck, and retrieved the now-cooked chicken. He turned off the grill, stepped inside, and set the plate on the counter to let the meat rest.
"Jack!" Piper called out.
Jack rushed out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. He stepped through the doorway and saw his wife cuddled up with the man that had just cum inside her. Bryan's cock was still mostly erect and coated with a shiny mixture of pussy juice and cum.
Piper looked at Jack's stiff cock, smiled, and ran her fingers through Bryan's chest hair before kissing him on the cheek. "I think he enjoyed listening," she said.
Bryan smiled. "The cuck always enjoys listening, doesn't he?"
Piper nodded. "I think he enjoyed that I kicked him out of the bedroom, too. I think he enjoyed cooking for us while you were fucking me. I think he enjoyed sacrificing the joy of watching for the chance to serve us."
Jack's cock throbbed. She was right, of course. He had enjoyed making that sacrifice. He'd thoroughly enjoyed it.
"Jack, I'd like you to clean my lover's cock before we have lunch," Piper said. "A damp washcloth should do the trick."
Jack nodded and headed for the bathroom. He retrieved a washcloth, ran it under the water, squeezed it out, and returned to the bedroom to see Piper and Bryan indulging in a long, slow, shockingly passionate kiss with a wealth of gentle tongue play.
As they kissed, Jack crawled between Bryan's legs and ran the washcloth up and down his big cock. It was not unlike giving a handjob, just with a thin layer of cloth between them. Jack made sure to do a thorough job - he'd failed to do so in the past and Piper had been upset with him - and all the while his wife and her lover kissed like they were utterly enamored with each other.
When Jack had finished, Piper sat up and leaned forward to inspect his work. Satisfied that he'd done a good job, she placed a kiss on the head of Bryan's cock and got on her knees to crawl towards Jack.
"You cleaned his cock perfectly," she said. "Just as you're supposed to." Her fingers encircled Jack's stiff dick and she asked, "Tell me, cuckold, does it make you happy to clean the cock of the man that just fucked your wife?"
Jack nodded as his loins tingled with delight from his wife's slow, teasing handjob.
"And did it make you happy to cook lunch for us while he satisfied my desires in our bed?" she asked.
"Yes, very much so," Jack replied.
Piper leaned in, stroked his cock a little faster, and kissed Jack's neck. "And would it make you happy to crawl under the table and clean his cum out of my pussy while he and I have lunch?" she whispered.
An involuntary moan escaped Jack's lips as he imagined being granted such a pleasure. "Yes, I'd love that. That would make me very happy, Piper."
She released his cock - which was close to cumming - and said, "Very good then. Return the washcloth to the bathroom and meet us in the kitchen to serve us lunch."
Jack rushed into the bathroom, set the washcloth on the counter, and followed his wife and her lover - both of whom remained naked - to the kitchen. He finished preparing their sandwiches - including one for himself that he would eat later - and set them on the table.
Piper pointed to the floor and Jack fell to his knees. He crawled under the table and watched as she spread her legs and scooted her hips forward until she sat at the edge of the chair. Jack crawled between her legs, pressed his tongue into her pussy, and dined on another man's cum while his wife and her lover enjoyed lunch.
Neither of them acknowledged his presence under the table. Instead, they ate their lunch and talked as if they were like any other couple, discussing the friends they'd seen at church, what their work weeks looked like, their favorite TV show, and numerous other topics.
All the while, Jack was bathed in bliss as he dutifully licked Bryan's cum out of his wife's pussy. It was a large load and Jack's dick was so hard it hurt, as serving Piper in that particular manner was among his favorite things to do. In fact, it was a beautiful reward and he was thrilled she'd seen fit to offer him such a pleasure so early in the day.
Perhaps it meant that Piper would be especially generous on that particular Sunday, that she might let Jack clean her pussy multiple times and that she might give him the kind of orgasm he craved before the day was over. He could only hope.
