Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 8

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 "I told you he was eager to prove his worthiness," Alice said with a hint of lusty excitement in her voice.

"You were right," her husband replied.

Vince was on his knees between Simon's legs. Vince was naked. His cock was soft, though he could feel precum dripping from the tip on occasion. It was odd to be aroused while also being completely soft, but the somewhat unpleasant experience of giving a blowjob was likely the source of his softness while the arousal of offering his submission kept his cock a bit drippy.

"Have you decided who you'll be sharing the lovely Carissa with?" Alice asked as she inched closer to her husband and kissed his neck. "Which of your friends will you allow to fuck your pretty new slut?"

The slut in question was Vince's wife and the manner in which Alice voiced her inquiry made his cock stir and produced more precum. He was on his knees sucking dick and doing so because he wanted to watch his wife be enjoyed by two men at the same time. He was trying his best to earn that privilege by showing that he was willing to do damn near anything to make both Alice and Simon happy.

"I was thinking of calling Zeke," Simon answered.

Vince had no idea who Zeke was, of course, but the answer elicited a moan from Alice.

"If I remember correctly, Zeke has a rather large cock, doesn't he?" she asked.

"He does," her husband replied. "And he fucks with great vigor. He can't help himself once he gets turned on. I'd like to see Carissa surrender herself to a man like that. I'd like to see her offer him her asshole and wince with pain as he does as he pleases with it. I'd like to see if she could make it through being double penetrated by Zeke and myself, if her body could handle that sort of thing in the name of offering pleasure to her superiors."

Vince felt a hand on the back of his head. It had to have been Alice's as it was small and her touch felt delicate. She pushed down knowing full well that she didn't have to do so with much force, for Vince was eager to obey her. He tried his best to swallow Simon's cock, though he only got halfway there before choking. He pulled back a little - keeping the head in his mouth - and tried again. It was futile, of course - he didn't know how to deepthroat yet - but he kept on trying. His eyes watered. His throat ached. None of that mattered, though. He needed to prove his worthiness to Simon and Alice. He needed to earn the right to watch his wife submit her body to being used by two men at once.

"He still needs quite a bit of work as a cocksucker, doesn't he?" Simon asked.

"He does," Alice replied. "We have plenty of time, though, unless I'm wrong about your level of interest in Carissa."

"You're not."

Alice kissed her husband's neck as Vince looked up. He could see wild lust in the eyes of the woman who dominated him with such ease. "I like it when a new girl captures your attention, Simon. I like it when you find yourself wrapped up in turning her into the perfect little slut. I like how energized you get. I like how much it turns you on to wrap her around your finger and shape her into exactly what you want her to be."

He turned and they kissed. Their tongues entwined and Simon grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it hard as Alice moaned into his mouth.

"Do you ever get jealous?" he asked. "I once turned you into a perfect submissive fuck toy for my pleasure. I took years shaping you, playing with you, fucking you as I desired, using your body and its three holes for my satisfaction."

His fingers entered her mouth before Alice could reply and Vince found himself enraptured by the back and forth between them. Alice was very much a dominant woman but she clearly still possessed a submissive streak that only her husband could tap into.

Alice moaned while sucking on her husband's fingers and Vince continued to dutifully fellate the man that had come to dominate his wife's body and mind over the previous handful of months.

"Yes, I get jealous," she admitted once Simon pulled his fingers free. "Maybe it's more accurate to say I feel nostalgic, though. I miss those days when I was new to being your submissive, when you were training me, when I felt like I learned something new about myself every day."

"There's no going back to those days, is there?" he asked.

Alice shook her head, smiled, and then pushed hard on the back of Vince's head. He immediately gagged, but this time he couldn't pull back. At first he panicked. When that subsided Vince did everything he could to tame his gag reflex. It worked, mostly. His throat was still desperate to reject the cock that had entered it - and closed off his ability to breathe in any real way - but he managed not to panic, to fight off the reflex, to let Simon's cock rest in his throat where it belonged.

"Good boy," Alice said as she pulled her hand from Vince's head.

He pulled back, gasped, and coughed as he turned to the side. Saliva spilled from his mouth and onto the hardwood floor.

"Despite that nostalgia I'm not sure I'd actually want to go back to those days," she added. "I've evolved into something far more exciting. I still have those submissive urges, of course, but there's such pleasure in domination and I learned so much from you about how to control someone, how to shape them, how to guide them through the intense pleasure of submission."

Vince hadn't been ordered to resume sucking Simon's cock, but he wanted to show initiative so he went for the older man's balls. He took one in his mouth and gently swirled his tongue around it while the large cock rested on his forehead, largely obscuring his view of the couple.

"There is something exquisite about guiding a submissive, isn't there?" Simon asked. "About bending them to your will. About turning them into a toy that can be used for your pleasure whenever you desire it."

"Yes, there is," she agreed softly. "And I do so enjoy playing with a couple. We lucked out when we found our new playthings, didn't we? It's so much more exciting to know that we're shaping both of them into submissive toys, that they'll likely both remain in that state long after we've moved on to someone new."

Vince was astonished at how thrilling he found it to be talked about like he wasn't in the room, like he really was little more than a plaything for Alice and her husband. It wasn't as if they were wrong about that as he and Carissa had both been slowly guided into a place of almost complete submission, a place that neither of them had any objection to occupying.

"Lick his taint, Vince," Alice instructed.

Simon slid his hips forward and Vince dropped down a little lower. His back ached a bit in that position but he paid it no mind. Instead, he set about licking the taint of the man who'd fucked his wife dozens of times over the past few months. The man whose cum he'd tasted on numerous occasions. The man who was preparing to share Carissa with someone else, who was preparing to turn her into an even bigger slut for his pleasure.

"How deep do you think he can go?" Simon asked.

"As deep as I want to take him," she answered.

Vince knew they were talking about him, and while he wasn't entirely certain what they were talking about he imagined they were referring to the level of submission he might achieve.

"I've gotten very good at this," Alice added.

"I know you have, my love. After all, I taught you everything you know about domination."

Vince heard the couple kissing. He couldn't see a thing from his position, but it sounded like a deep and passionate kiss.

"I'm grateful for that," she whispered. "And I do still think fondly of how you turned me into your plaything, of everything you taught me about domination, submission, and the pleasure that comes from venturing deep into that world."

"You still feel the desire to submit every now and then, don't you?" Simon asked.

"Yes."

"But only to me."

"Yes, Simon, only to you. You're the only man I've ever wanted to submit to."

Vince heard the sound of sucking and imagined Simon's fingers in Alice's mouth.

"It's been a long time since I took your ass, Alice," he said. "A very long time, in fact."

"I don't like anal sex," she replied.

"I know. It's painful. It's uncomfortable. You find it repulsive. That's why it was always so exciting to take your ass, to make you give it to me."

Vince saw Alice spread her legs and soon after he heard the sound of her pussy being fingered. It was an aggressive kind of fingering and the room filled with the sounds of her wetness.

"Will you give me your ass?" he asked.

She moaned in response.

"Will you be my little slut once more? Will you offer me your ass so I can use it for my pleasure, Alice?"

"Yes," she said.

"On your hands and knees."

A moment later Simon stood, depriving Vince of the ability to use his mouth for pleasure. He looked to his right and saw that Alice had moved to her hands and knees as instructed. Her skirt was up around her waist and she likely hadn't been wearing panties as her pussy and ass were exposed.

Simon plunged four fingers into her cunt, soaked them with Alice's juices, and then rubbed them over her asshole. As he did so, he looked down at Vince and demanded, "Throat my cock. Coat it with your saliva. It's the only lube my wife will be permitted."

Vince did as instructed and he heard Alice moan. He wasn't sure what drove her lust - perhaps getting her ass gently fingered or perhaps Vince's eagerness to submit to her husband's cock - but it certainly sounded like she was turned on.

Simon pulled his cock from Vince's throat and turned towards his wife. He rubbed the spit-soaked head over her asshole, put a hand on her lower back, and then pushed.

"Oh, fuck!" Alice cried out.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

Vince watched in awe as Alice submitted her body to pain for her husband's pleasure. He watched her pussy drip, too, as that pain brought a certain pleasure with it. The pleasure of submission. The joy of surrendering her body for someone else's benefit. It was a pleasure Vince had already come to know and couldn't help but want more of.

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"Did he let you watch?" Carissa asked.

She was seated astride Vince's chest and leaning back just a little as she gently rubbed her pussy. The heat and softness of her ass cheeks felt wondrous against his skin and her crotch was close enough to his face that her scent - which was aided by a lengthy session at the gym before she got home - filled his nose.

"He did. He let me watch all of it."

Carissa moaned, closed her eyes, and arched her back a little as she rubbed her clit faster.

"Do you wish it was you that he'd ass fucked?" Vince asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "It feels so good to satisfy him, Vince. I can't explain it. I know why Alice offered her ass without hesitation, though. I've felt that desire. I know why she surrendered to that pain. The pleasure that comes from doing so is indescribable."

"You wouldn't have minded the pain?"

Carissa pulled her hand from between her legs and leaned forward until her face was directly over Vince's. Then she smiled and said, "The pain is the point of it. It's her willingness to suffer through that pain that turns him on. That's why he wants to fuck her ass, why he wants to fuck my ass. It hurts but we submit to it anyway because we're so desperate to make Simon feel good, to satisfy him, to offer our bodies to make him cum. At least that's what makes it so good to me."

"Can I taste you?" Vince asked his wife's response led to a surge in arousal.

"No," she said. "Not yet." She lifted her hips and plunged three fingers into her pussy. She pulled them free and rubbed them over his lips. "Don't lick your lips. Don't say a word. Just watch."

It took every bit of restraint Vince could muster to refrain from licking his lips. He was desperate to taste his wife, to bathe his tongue in even a hint of the sweetness of her juices. It was right there on his lips, but he refrained from indulging in his desire.

"Is Simon going to let you watch when he shares me?" Carissa asked.

Mindful of her instruction not to say a word, Vince nodded.

She closed her eyes, sat on his chest once more, and rubbed her clit. "I'm looking forward to that, you know. I know that most women wouldn't want to be shared like that, but I do. I know it's going to make Simon happy to be able to share me with his friend. I know it's going to turn him on to watch as his friend fucks me and to join in for a threesome. I know it's going to turn him on to see my willingness to do whatever his friend wants."

Vince thought of the blowjob he'd given that afternoon, of how he'd choked on Simon's cock and sucked his balls and licked his taint to prove that he was worthy of watching the threesome. He understood Carissa's willingness to do anything to please her dom. He understood it better than he ever imagined he would because he was very much like his wife.

"Is Alice going to watch?" Carissa asked.

Vince nodded again.

"I wonder if she'll join in?" she asked. "I wonder if she'll put on her strapon and they'll fuck all three of my holes at the same time?" Then Carissa smiled and stopped masturbating. She slid back until her pussy was pressed against Vince's raging erection. "I wonder if she'll fuck you while Simon and his friend fuck me? I wonder if we'll both be sluts that day?"

Carissa rubbed her pussy over Vince's shaft. He groaned at the heat and wetness he felt, at the way she teased him with the prospect of being inside her, of enjoying the depths of her perfect pussy. She never got close to letting him inside her, though.

"You want me, don't you?"

He nodded.

"You can't have me," she said with a smile. "I'm his. My pussy is his. My ass is his. My mouth is his. He decides who gets to fuck me and you're not on the list. Not anymore. Maybe if you suck his dick again he'll give you permission to fuck your wife."

Carissa was turned on. Vince could see it all over her face. She liked that Simon was in control and that Simon was more than happy to deny Vince the thing that most husbands took for granted.

"You can taste me."

Vince licked his lips greedily. Most of her juices had dried but the faint taste of her pussy danced gently on his tongue and it thrilled him.

Carissa sat up and crawled forward until her pussy hovered over his mouth. She masturbated inches from him and he stared while desperately hoping she'd sit on his face.

"Did you clean up?" Carissa asked.

"Yes. Simon pulled out and came on her ass. He made me clean it up and then he had me get a wash cloth to clean his cock," Vince answered. "I loved licking his cum off of her. I got so wild about it that they both laughed at me. I think they liked it, though."

"That you were a desperate cum slut?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I know the feeling. I imagine you'll be cleaning up quite a lot of cum when you watch Simon share me. I bet they're both going to cum multiple times and if you're there I see no reason you won't be cleaning multiple loads."

"I can't wait."

She smiled down at him. "I never thought my husband would be excited to clean another man's cum out of me and off of me. I never thought the idea of it would turn me on. I never thought another man would control my pussy, ass, and mouth. All of that's come true, though."

"And we're just getting started," Vince said.

Carissa sat on his face, grabbed a handful of his hair, and began to gently ride his mouth. "That's right. We're just getting started. Who knows where we'll go from here. Now make me cum, baby. Make me cum while I think about being shared by the man that owns my body."

Vince did as his wife desired. He offered his submission. He too thought of her being shared, of getting to witness that. He made her cum while his cock remained in a painfully stiff state.

Carissa made no effort to tend to his desire. Instead, she informed Vince that he wouldn't be cumming until she'd been shared, until he'd witnessed it. Instead he'd dedicated himself to service until then. He'd service her and Alice and Simon. He'd be a good submissive and he'd be rewarded with the chance to watch his wife submit to two men.

If he was lucky he'd get to orgasm after all the sharing fun, though there were no guarantees.