Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 10

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Vince's mind tended to wander when he engaged in manual labor. He'd read that it was akin to meditation, that the repetition of simple physical movements allowed the mind to roam free.

On this particular Saturday, Vince had been assigned the task of scrubbing Alice and Simon's kitchen floor. It was unusually warm for the second weekend of September, which was why Vince was alone in the house while his wife and their neighbors relaxed poolside.

Vince could see them out the sliding glass window that led to the backyard. His wife Carissa was sitting on a lounge chair between Vince and Alice. All three of them were naked - the backyard was private and there was little reason to put on a swimsuit - and every so often someone would reach over and touch Carissa, who freely offered her body as a willing submissive.

Vince was a submissive, too, but his body was used for pleasure far less often than Carissa’s. Instead, it was used to accomplish chores, to fluff Simon's cock when necessary, to eat Alice's pussy and ass when she desired it, and to serve Alice's friends from time to time.

As the manual labor of scrubbing the kitchen floor freed his mind, Vince's thoughts wandered to the different forms of submission he and his wife participated in. Carissa's were almost entirely sexual as she freely offered her body to Simon and anyone he instructed her to service. She'd given all three of her holes to their older, dominant neighbor and she'd been rewarded with an unyielding series of the most incredible orgasms of her life. Vince had been rewarded with such pleasures, too, though his orgasms were far less frequent than those his wife enjoyed.

Vince had thought that their submission to the neighbors might be temporary, that eventually Alice and Simon would lose interest in them. Many months had passed, though, and that hadn't happened. If anything, the opposite seemed to be true and Vince was fairly certain that he and Carissa would become permanent fixtures in the lives of the older couple that had taken them under their wings.

Vince's phone buzzed and he stood to check the text. It was Alice letting him know that their drinks needed to be refreshed. He stood, hurried outside to collect their empty glasses, and found his wife passionately kissing Simon while playing with his balls. The kiss had lured his cock to a semi-erect state and Vince assumed that it wouldn't be long before Carissa was getting fucked.

With their empty glasses in hand, Vince returned to the house and pulled the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. He added ice to the glasses, filled them nearly to the grim, and balanced them skillfully in his hands before heading poolside once more.

Carissa had returned to sunning herself as Vince set the drinks down. "Thank you, my love," she said. Her nipples were hard and her pussy glistened with desire. Vince stared between her legs and experienced a deep sense of longing for the pleasures of his wife's pussy. Pleasures he'd been denied for months.

"Look at him," Simon noted. "Look at how much he craves what he's not allowed to have, Carissa."

Vince met his wife's gaze and she smiled. Her thighs then parted gently and her pussy lips opened, revealing even more of the wetness that kissing her dom had produced. She reached down and slipped two fingers into her wet flesh.

"Is he right?" she asked. "Do you crave my pussy, Vince?"

He nodded and Carissa smiled.

"But you know that it's not yours anymore, right?"

Vince nodded once more.

"You know that only Simon can give my pussy to someone, that you have to get his permission before you're even allowed to taste it."

"I know."

Alice, the elegant older woman that had guided Vince through his submission while Simon had his way with Carissa's body, inched forward until she sat on the edge of her lounge chair. She then tugged at the strings of Vince's swimsuit, loosening it enough to lower it to his ankles without much effort. Her long, slender fingers encircled his rigid shaft and she stroked him slowly as all three of them watched.

"How long has it been, Vince?" she asked.

"Two weeks," he replied.

"Simon, darling, how long has it been since you went more than two weeks without an orgasm?" Alice asked her husband.

He gave the question serious consideration before answering, "I'm not entirely sure I've ever gone more than two weeks without an orgasm. I can't imagine the difficulty of doing so. It would take exceptional willpower to resist the urge to masturbate."

Alice laughed as she cupped Vince's balls. "Oh, I'm not sure it's willpower. Vince knows he'd be punished if he came without permission. He doesn't know what shape that punishment would take, but he knows he'd be punished and he wants to avoid that. Plus, I think he's evolved to a place where he wants nothing more than to be a good submissive for me, you, and his wife. Isn't that right, Vince?"

"Yes, it is," he answered.

Alice stood and moved behind him. Her breasts pressed into his back and her hip bones into his ass. She kissed his shoulders and reached around to take his cock in her hand once more.

"Suck his cock," Simon instructed, catching Vince by surprise.

Carissa didn't hesitate, though. She crawled to the end of the lounge chair and took Vince in her mouth. She swallowed his full length without much effort as Simon reached over and smacked her ass.

"She's become quite skilled, hasn't she Vince?" he asked.

Vince nodded as his wife's mouth provided vacuum-like pleasure for his erection.

"He's trained your wife to be an expert cocksucker," Alice said from behind as she cupped Vince's balls. "He's trained her to be an expert slut in every way, in fact. If he offered you her ass you'd find that your entrance was easy and that you could fuck her as hard as you wanted without causing her much in the way of pain. She's become a sex toy for my husband, Vince, and it pleases her to no end to be that."

Carissa moaned around Vince's cock and the vibrations reached the root of his shaft and penetrated into his loins. Even his asshole tingled.

"Would you enjoy being more of a sex toy, Vince?" Alice asked. "Would you enjoy being used by men and women alike? Would you enjoy it if your body was a source of pleasure for all those that craved it? Would you enjoy joining your wife in offering total submission to members of either sex?"

"Yes," Vince said.

"Take him in your cunt," Simon instructed.

Carissa spun around, backed her ass towards Vince, and guided his cock inside her. She pushed back until his pubes rested against her smooth ass and then looked at her dom.

"Does his cock feel good inside you?" Simon asked.

"It does," she replied. "He has a nice cock. It's not as nice as yours, but it's nice. It is."

"Fuck him slowly."

Carissa moved her hips back and forth, her pussy lips grasping at his cock before she pushed back and swallowed him whole once more. He groaned each time his dick disappeared inside her and she met his groans with a gentle chorus of her own.

Alice pinned Vince's wrists behind his back and bit down on his shoulder. He winced from the pain and she laughed softly. She lifted his hands until they were pressed against the middle of his back and then delivered a series of hard smacks against his ass, spanking him as his wife's pussy bathed his cock in pleasure. Through it all, Vince was absent any sort of agency. He simply stood there and did as he was told. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He moaned a little, but it was his wife and Alice that did everything.

"Let him fall from your cunt," Alice instructed.

Carissa leaned forward until Vince's dick slipped out of her. The air felt cool around his slick shaft and he watched as Alice reached around and pushed two fingers inside of Carissa.

"Take him inside you once more," Alice said as she pulled her fingers free. "Fuck him a little faster."

Vince was lost in the pleasure of his wife's pussy enveloping his cock when he tensed up as Alice pressed a single digit against his asshole.

"Relax," she said. "Let me inside you, Vince."

He took a deep breath. His cock was bathed in the heat of his wife's pussy. He noted Simon masturbating slowly as he watched the fun unfold on Carissa's lounge chair. He felt Alice slip a finger inside him and groaned at the discomfort. Her free hand moved over his chest and stomach, soothing him with her gentle touch while she penetrated him.

A second finger entered him. The stretching of his asshole was painful, but the insistent pleasure of Carissa's pussy around his cock easily countered the discomfort.

"As a sex toy, you will have no say over who you fuck or who fucks you. You will have no say over who uses your mouth. You will have no say over who takes pleasure from making you suffer. You will, however, enjoy the freedom of no longer having to consider such things," Alice explained as she fingered his ass with even greater vigor. "Your wife craves that freedom, Vince. I think you do too. I think that's why you enjoy doing manual labor for me, why you toil in my house and my yard while I relax, while your wife gets fucked. I think you like the freedom of not having to decide."

Her words reached deep inside him and produced a potent level of desire, but beyond that, an unexpected level of calm and satisfaction, as if she was speaking to a part of Vince he wasn't fully in touch with.

Simon stood up and Alice pulled her fingers from Vince's ass.

"Let him use your mouth, Vince," she instructed.

Carissa fell forward and Vince's cock was once again exposed to the air. He dropped to his knees, clasped his hands behind his back, and opened his mouth. Simon's cock pushed between his lips and Vince looked up at the dominant older man.

"Submission is freedom, Vince," he said with a smile. "And total submission is total freedom."

Simon took Vince's head in both hands and began to thrust. His cock reached deep, triggering Vince's gag reflex and making his eyes water. He pulled back until the head remained between Vince's lips.

"As you know, I've been helping Carissa develop a little slice of herself into a dominant wife, which means your submission will be even more total than hers. You will embrace a life of service to her and others. You will spend every minute of every day doing as others command you to do, whether it's your boss at work, your wife at home, or Alice or myself when you're with us. You'll have sexual experiences you've never imagined before, especially when we take you and your beautiful wife to some of the gatherings we attend. You will act as our toys, you will serve the sexual needs of anyone we instruct you to, and you will do so without any concern for your sexuality or comfort. You will embrace the freedom of total submission, Vince, just like your wife has."

Vince heard Carissa moaning. He thought he heard the sound of kissing, too, and he imagined Alice had curled up with his wife. He couldn't see, though, as his view was restricted to Simon's stomach, pubic hair, and cock. It was the view of a dedicated submissive and it brought with it pleasure.

"Position yourself on your knees on your wife's lounge chair, Vince," Simon instructed. "Tend to her pussy with your tongue."

Vince gasped for air as the cock departed his mouth and quickly turned towards his wife. Alice was sitting behind Carissa with her arms around the younger woman. She was kissing her neck and playing with her tits, though the redness of her flesh made it seem as though Alice wasn't being entirely gentle. Carissa had a smile on her face, though.

"Come, darling," Carissa said. "Make me feel good while Simon has his way with you."

Vince felt his asshole tighten as his wife made obvious what her dom intended. He moved into position and lowered his head to Carissa's pussy. He heard her and Alice kissing. He felt Simon step behind him. He felt spit being rubbed over his asshole.

"Submission is freedom, Vince."

The thick head of Simon's cock pushed against Vince's asshole. He winced in pain as it entered him. The shaft was harder and more painful as it moved so deep inside him, creating a sense of fullness that Vince had never experienced before.

"It's glorious, isn't it?" Carissa asked as she lifted his chin.

Vince looked up to see his wife and Alice smiling at him. They both seemed so happy that Simon was fucking Vince, or perhaps it was Vince's willingness to submit to the anal penetration that had pleased them.

"There's a gathering, as Simon referred to it, two weeks from now," Alice said. "It's at a beautiful tropical resort. You and Carissa will travel with us. You'll stay in our villa. You'll remain naked and collared throughout our weeklong stay. The collars will mark you as toys, as our property, so to speak, and it will be our choice to loan you to whomever wants to use you. You will be fucked relentlessly. You will suck cock and eat pussy. You will swim naked in the ocean. You will tan naked on the beach. It will be a week in paradise. A week of pure submissive pleasure for you and your wife. A week of absolute joy, so long as you can surrender completely."

Vince wondered if this had always been the plan, if Alice and Simon had known this would be the end game on that first night of domination so many months ago.

Alice slapped Carissa's breast and she cried out in pain. Her pussy was soaked, though. Vince could feel it on his tongue. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, too, and he knew that his wife wanted to go on that trip, to surrender herself to the control of Alice and Simon.

"How does it feel to have him in your ass, Vince?" Carissa asked.

It hurt a little. There was something else, though. Something blissful happening. Something Vince couldn't explain at first. The answer revealed itself quickly, though. It was the pleasure of submission. That's what he was feeling. He'd given himself over to Simon's pleasure, and in that moment that pleasure came from fucking Vince's ass. He was not straight, bisexual, or gay. He was submissive. His ass was being used for a dominant man's pleasure and that's all there was to it. It was simple, beautiful, and enthralling.

"It feels good," Vince answered. "It feels so good to make him feel good, to satisfy him, to have him in my ass."

Carissa smiled and turned to kiss Alice. Their tongues entwined and Vince felt precum dripping from his swinging cock as he took a vigorous anal pounding.

Then Simon groaned and buried his dick deep inside of Vince. He was taking a load. A man's load. Hot cum was being injected into his rectum.

Warmth spread through Vince's body. Happiness, too. A deep sense of satisfaction followed. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It wasn't an orgasm, but he wondered if it was akin to a submissive climax. He felt the same thing when he gave Alice an orgasm. There was something different about the injection of cum into him, though. He understood why Carissa found such pleasure in making Simon cum, in making Simon's friends cum.

Simon pulled out when he'd finished and collapsed onto the lounge chair. Vince looked at the slick, cum-coated cock and imagined the cum in his ass.

It felt as though his submission was complete, as if he'd come full circle from the day he first offered himself to Alice for her pleasure. The same day that Carissa had offered herself to Simon. Now they were both determined to live in full submission to their neighbors.

"Fuck your wife, Vince," Simon instructed. "Cum inside her and then clean yourself out of her."

Carissa smiled and slid her hips forward so Vince could enter her with ease. He looked into Alice's eyes while doing so and she leaned forward to kiss him as he began to fuck Carissa.

"Your wife's pussy is a gift that only Simon or I can bestow upon you, Vince," Alice explained as she caressed his face. "You will show your gratitude for this gift after you've claimed your orgasm. You will always show your gratitude towards your superiors. Do you understand?"

"I do."

Carissa's pussy was perfect. It was warm and wet and tight and Vince fucked her hard and faster as she moaned beneath him. The position of their bodies meant that he looked at Alice as he fucked his wife, though, and it made for a deeper submissive experience.

"Tell me who you belong to, Vince," Alice said.

"You. You and Simon. I belong to you and Simon."

"And who does your wife belong to?"

"You and Simon. We both belong to you and Simon."

Alice smiled and leaned back. She slapped Carissa's tits and her pussy clamped down on Vince's cock. He buried himself inside his wife and climaxed. He enjoyed every second of his orgasm, every spasm of his cock as it pulsed in her, emptying two weeks worth of build up into her pussy.

"Now clean her," Alice instructed.

Vince pulled out, slid back, and cleaned his wife's pussy. The salty taste of his cum filled his mouth and Simon's load began to leak from his asshole.

Despite the massive changes to their lives since they'd first offered their submission to the couple next door, Vince felt as though they were merely at the beginning of their journey, that Simon and Alice had great plans for them, that he and Carissa would spend the next several years on a sexual adventure neither of them could ever have imagined.

Vince was eager to take the journey, though, because he'd learned that he craved the freedom of submission above all else.

The End.