Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 2

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"Can you unzip me?"

Carissa's voice sounded distant and quiet as Vince sat at the foot of the bed. He looked up to see a soft smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder and waited for him to help her out of the dress she'd worn to the neighbor's house.

"Vince? Honey? Can you unzip me?"

He nodded, stood, and headed towards his wife. Vince stared at the soft skin of her neck. He reached up to unzip her dress and saw Simon - their neighbor - doing the same thing just a few hours prior. He saw Simon lean down to kiss Carissa's neck from behind as the dress fell to the floor. He saw Simon's strong hands move over Carissa's lean young body before he unhooked her bra, exposed her perky, milky white breasts, and took them in his hands.

"Vince," Carissa said softly, pulling him back to the present moment.

"Sorry," he replied.

Vince unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. He grasped her waist and kissed her neck as Carissa offered a soft moan. Vince's hands slowly moved over the soft skin of her stomach until they came to rest on her breasts.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

Vince thought of the pleasure he'd seen on Carissa's face when their neighbor grasped her breasts. He thought of the way Carissa had closed her eyes, moaned, and leaned into Simon's body, the way she'd seemingly surrendered to his touch without a moment's hesitation.

"Will you kiss me?" Carissa asked.

She turned her head and Vince stared at the lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock less than an hour ago.

"Please," she said. "Kiss me, Vince."

Vince ran a hand over Carissa's stomach and between her legs as his lips met hers. He slipped two fingers into her pussy as their tongues mingled. He moaned and she did the same while his cock grew stiff and pressed into her ass.

"Do you want me, Vince?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

They kissed again and this time Carissa pushed her tongue deep into his mouth while Vince added a third finger to her pussy and gently rubbed her clit.

"Even though I gave Simon a blowjob in front of you? You still want me even though you watched me suck his cock and swallow his cum?"

Carissa knew the answer to her questions. She had to know. Vince's cock was hard as a rock.

"Yes, I want you, Carissa. I want you desperately," he replied.

Vince hadn't just watched his wife suck another man's cock. He'd done so while being teased by Alice, Simon's gorgeous, elegant wife who happened to be just as dominant as her husband and had clearly taken pleasure in teasing and manipulating Vince throughout the evening. All of Alice's teasing - and her willingness to let Vince play with her pussy - had left him in a state of intense arousal that she'd refused to relieve via any means, though she'd stroked his cock throughout the blowjob to ensure he was out of his mind with desire.

Carissa gently pulled his fingers from her pussy, spun around, and looked up at Vince. "You're not mad at me?"

He shook his head. "Why would I be mad?"

She loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear. Her fingers encircled his stiff cock before she looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Because I let Simon seduce me. Because I didn't try very hard to resist him. Because one simple touch from him was enough to enflame my desire. Because I surrendered to him without giving it a second thought. Because a good wife isn't supposed to do that."

He smiled. "You weren't the only one that surrendered."

Carissa leaned closer and kissed Vince's neck. Her lips were soft and warm and she flicked her tongue back and forth over his skin while moaning in an intoxicating manner. "No, I guess not. I guess we were both weak, weren't we?"

"We were," he agreed.

Carissa looked up at him and bit her lower lip for a moment before saying, "But it felt so good, didn't it?"

He nodded. Good didn't begin to describe how it felt. Vince wasn't sure he could find the words to properly describe how he'd felt over the course of the evening. It was an experience unlike any he'd ever had and he'd come away from it eager for more.

"I want to fuck you, Carissa," Vince said.

She smiled and kissed his neck once more. "I know," she whispered. "But you can't."

"What? Why?"

Carissa released his cock, stepped back, and moved past Vince. He turned and watched her crawl into the bed, look over her shoulder, and gently shake her ass at him. She looked utterly perfect on her hands and knees with a delighted smile on her face. Her pussy was wet, too, and her labia parted as if she was eager to have him inside her. In that moment all Vince wanted was to crawl into bed and take his wife from behind.

"Your cock isn't allowed inside me until Simon's had his way with my pussy," she said before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

"What?" Vince asked.

Carissa reached down and rubbed her clit in slow circles. She arched her back and grasped one of her breasts with her free hand before unleashing a long, low moan. Vince approached the foot of the bed and watched his wife lose herself in what seemed to be a rather intense kind of pleasure.

"You can't have me, Vince," Carissa said before a devilish smile crossed her face. "You can't have my pussy. You can't have my mouth. Not until Simon fucks me. Not until he gets to enjoy the pleasure of my tight pussy."

Vince leaned against the bed to steady himself as his legs trembled. "What about a handjob?" he asked.

Carissa plunged four fingers into her pussy and pulled them free to show Vince the slick juice that coated them. She shifted to her knees and moved towards him before grasping his stiff cock and stroking him. With his precum and her juices acting as lubricant, her hand moved swiftly up and down his shaft as the room filled with the sounds of a slow handjob.

"Does that feel good?" Carissa asked.

Vince nodded as his orgasm approached. His loins tingled with intense pleasure that quickly spread through his body, leaving him in a state of complete and utter bliss.

Then, just as he was about to cum, Carissa released his cock. Vince moved to grab his dick and finish himself, but Carissa took his hand in hers and shook her head.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because you don't get to cum until Simon's fucked me," she answered with a smile.

"That's not fair," Vince replied as he felt a twinge of annoyance.

"No, it's not. You're not the only one, though. I'm not allowed to cum, either. Neither of us gets to orgasm until Simon's had his way with me, until he's used my pussy for his pleasure."

Arousal washed over Vince as Carissa took his cock in her hand and stroked him at an achingly slow pace.

"I'm just as turned on as you are," she whispered. "If not more so. I want to cum just as badly as you do. But, and I don't know why this is the case, I feel this intense desire to do as Simon ordered. I want to...to obey him, Vince. I want to do exactly as he demanded. Something about that feels so good. It's just such a turn on."

Vince's dick had never felt harder. He wanted to fuck his wife, but he understood her desire to do as their neighbor demanded. He felt some of that same desire, much as he'd felt it all night long as Alice had controlled him just as easily as Simon had controlled Carissa.

"Let's go to bed," Carissa said as she released Vince's cock, fell back into the bed, and crawled under the covers.

"You're going to sleep naked?" Vince asked.

She looked at him, smiled, and nodded. "Simon wants me to tease you as often as possible and I figured that sleeping naked is a great way to tease you." Carissa pulled the covers back, patted the bed, and said, "Now get naked and get in bed with me."

Vince stripped and crawled into bed with his wife. She rolled onto her side and inched closer until they were spooning. Her body was warm and soft and Carissa took Vince's hand and placed it on one of her breasts as his cock slid between her thighs.

"Fuck," he said softly as desire coursed through him in a manner so potent he was absolutely certain falling asleep would be impossible.

"Good night, Vince," Carissa whispered. "Sleep well."

Vince kissed the back of her neck, closed his eyes, and said, "I love you, Carissa."

"I love you too," she replied.

Images from their evening played out in his head as Vince tried to give himself over to sleep. He saw Simon caressing Carissa's body and playing with her tits. He saw his wife sucking another man's cock. He felt his fingers inside Alice's pussy. He felt the beautiful older woman stroking his cock.

At some point, Vince fell asleep. Lust fueled his dreams, though, filling his head with thoughts of his wife and their neighbor having sex, of submission to Alice's desires, of intense frustration from the denial of the orgasm he so desperately craved.

"Good morning," a soft voice said as Vince emerged from sleep.

He opened his eyes to see Carissa smiling at him and the sun streaming through the window behind her.

"Good morning," he replied.

She reached up and caressed his face. "Simon texted. He wants me to join him for an early morning run."

"Oh, okay," Vince said. "Is there anything I can do?"

Carissa laughed softly. "I believe you received a text, too. Why don't you see what it says while I get dressed?"

She rolled away and Vince deftly put his arm around Carissa, pulled her close, and kissed the back of her neck as his body pressed against hers. His cock was hard in an instant - after a night of arousing dreams, it didn't take much to turn him on - and she ground her ass into his crotch, providing further pleasure and eliciting a groan as he felt his dick throb.

"Are you hoping he'll fuck me today, Vince?" she asked.

The answer was at the tip of his tongue, but Vince hesitated to say it. It suddenly felt wrong to admit that he wanted another man to fuck his wife.

"Yes," he said after a few seconds of consideration. "Is that weird? I mean, this has all happened so fast. Are we - or am I - being insane?"

Carissa reached down and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy lips. She moved her hips, spreading her wetness over the head of his dick without allowing him inside her.

"Can you feel how wet I am?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered with a groan.

"That's because I want Simon to fuck me," she said. "I want him to pull my leggings down, bend me over, and fuck me, Vince. I want him to have his way with me while we're on our run."

Vince wanted to be inside his wife. He was desperate for it. He wanted to plunge into her pussy, to hold her tight, and to fuck her hard in their bed until he spilled his load inside her. He wanted it so bad he tried to make it happen, but Carissa wriggled free and slid out of the bed. She turned, bent over, and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"You want it too, don't you?" she asked. "You want him to fuck me so you can have your way with my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes," Vince admitted while knowing it was insane to want another man to fuck his wife.

Carissa leaned over, kissed him softly, and said, "Check your texts. I suspect Alice has plans for you."

She walked away and into the closet to get dressed for her run. Vince rolled towards his nightstand, grabbed his phone, and saw a text from Alice: "I'd like you to come over this morning. The door will be unlocked. Let yourself in, remove your clothing, and join me in the bedroom."

"I'll be there soon," he texted back.

Vince set his phone down, got out of bed, and dressed as quickly as possible.

"What did Alice want?"

Vince turned to see Carissa dressed in leggings and a skimpy zip-up sports bra that offered a full view of her taut stomach along with quite a bit of cleavage, owing mostly to the fact that the zipper was only halfway up.

"You're so fucking hot," he said, eliciting a laugh from his wife as his eyes wandered over her body.

"Alice?"

"She wanted me to go to their house, get naked, and join her in the bedroom," he answered.

For a moment he saw jealousy in his wife's eyes. It disappeared as she smiled, though, and she approached, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, and said, "Have fun."

Vince grabbed her ass, gave it a good squeeze, and replied, "You too."

Carissa didn't bother zipping her sports bra up the rest of the way as she left the bedroom. She clearly intended on being as enticing as possible for Simon, a notion that Vince found arousing despite his slight misgivings at the idea of his wife potentially getting fucked by another man while out on a jog.

Vince left the house just in time to see his wife and the neighbor head off on their jog and he briefly considered following with the intention of watching them indulge in their desire for each other. Vince abandoned the idea and instead headed across the lawn and let himself into Simon's and Alice's house.

Though it struck him as utterly insane - he didn't actually know Alice all that well - Vince stripped in the foyer, folded his clothes and set them on the floor, and headed for the bedroom as he'd been instructed.

Alice was seated on the edge of the bed in a black satin robe cinched around her waist by a delicate-looking sash. Her legs were crossed and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It looked as though she'd put on a bit of makeup and she smiled the moment he stepped into the room.

"Good morning," Alice said softly.

Vince self a sudden and deep sense of self-consciousness, so much so that he covered his half-hard cock with his hands and looked at the floor for a few seconds before meeting Alice's gaze. "Good morning," he replied when he'd managed to gather himself.

"Put your hands behind your back," she instructed.

Vince did so without hesitation, eliciting a smile.

Alice uncrossed her legs and his pulse quickened as his gaze focused on the sight of her creamy thighs being exposed. "Did you sleep well last night?

Vince shook his head and Alice made a playfully sad face.

"Aww, why is that?" she asked with a laugh. "Did your lovely wife deny you the pleasure you craved, Vince? Did she deny you that tight young pussy of hers? Did she deny you that talented mouth of hers?"

He nodded.

"Come here," Alice instructed.

Vince approached with his hands behind his back and as soon as he was close enough Alice reached out, took his cock in her hand, and stroked him until he was throbbing.

"Denial is something you'll need to get used to, Vince," Alice said with a smile.

"Really?" he asked.

She reached down and gently tugged at the sash that kept her robe closed. It slowly fell open, revealing the sides of her breasts while keeping her nipples hidden. Vince stared at her pale flesh and entertained thoughts of being allowed to fall to his knees to worship her tits and fill her bedroom with moans of pleasure.

"I'm afraid so," Alice said. "Simon can be quite possessive when he's taken with a woman, and I can tell you that he's quite taken with your beautiful young wife. He's talked for months about making her his next conquest and I think we'd both agree that he's already wormed his way into her brain and body, hasn't he?"

Vince nodded. "She said...she said that I couldn't have her until he fucked her. She was quite insistent, like she was completely unwilling to go against his desires."

Alice pulled her robe open, exposing her breasts and the slick pussy Vince had fingered the night before. She looked exquisite and she exuded a kind of confidence he'd never experienced in a woman.

"Simon's just getting started, Vince," she said. "After all, he hasn't fucked her yet. Once he does, though, your sweet young wife will experience an orgasm unlike any she's ever had. An orgasm unlike any you've ever given her, Vince. Once that happens, she'll do just about anything to cum like that again. If Simon asked her to lock your cock in a cage and keep it there for months at a time, she'd do it just for the chance to feel him inside her again. She'd do it for the chance to pleasure his cock with her tight young pussy. She'd do it for the chance to give her first truly dominant lover whatever he craves."

Vince should have been terrified of Alice's description of his potential future, but he found himself enmeshed in a web of desire. His cock throbbed, his balls tingled, and he felt a touch lightheaded, though some of that was due to the mostly naked, flawlessly beautiful woman sitting on the bed in front of him.

"Get on your knees," she said softly.

Vince fell to his knees and stared at Alice's pussy for a few moments before lifting his gaze.

"Does your wife deserve better sex than you offer her, Vince?"

He nodded and his loins tingled in the way they always did when he was hugely aroused.

"And when my husband fucks her, when she cums so hard on his cock, when she gets addicted to the pleasure he offers her, are you going to be a good boy and let your wife explore her desires? Are you going to let her pursue her lust for Simon as she sees fit?" Alice asked.

"I...I don't know," he said. "I don't...I'm not sure."

Alice leaned forward, ran her index finger over his lips, and slowly pushed it into his mouth. "Suck," she whispered.

He closed his lips tight around her finger and sucked as she penetrated his mouth. Her eyes lit up with delight and she smiled before slipping a second finger inside. Vince sucked on it, too, and in doing so he found himself sinking into a place of uncommon arousal as a sense of bliss washed over him.

"I think you're going to be a good boy for her, Vince," she said. "Do you know why I think that?"

He shook his head.

"Because you're submissive, Vince. You like doing as you're told. You like surrendering to someone else's guidance. You like that feeling of letting go, of offering control to someone else. You like the sense of freedom that comes with it. That's why you're going to do as you're told. That's why you're going to do as your wife instructs on the occasions that she makes a demand of you. That's why you're going to do as I instruct, Vince, and I promise that I'm going to make a great deal more demands than your wife," Alice explained.

Vince's heart pounded as he sucked on her fingers and stared into her eyes. There was no question she had command over him in that moment, that he felt utterly enraptured by her beauty and confidence.

"I'm going to ask you to do things you're not at all comfortable with. You'll feel a desire to resist me. A need, even. You'll do as you're told, though. You won't be able to resist, Vince. You'll cross boundaries you never thought you'd cross. You'll cross boundaries most men would never cross. You'll be a different man when this is all over, just as your wife will be an entirely different woman. Your marriage will be forever changed, though there's a very good chance the change will be for the better," she continued.

Alice pulled her fingers from his mouth and wiped them on Vince's face.

"Have you done this before?" he asked. "With other couples?"

She nodded.

"Did they enjoy it?"

Alice smiled, though in a manner that Vince found a little disconcerting. "The women have all enjoyed it. Not all of the men have, though. Some of them can't handle the changes. Some of them can't handle the blows to their ego. I think you're better than that, though, Vince. I think you're above petty concerns about ego. I think you're the kind of man that can handle everything that's going to happen over the next few months as Simon and I shape both you and your wife to our liking."

She seemed so sure of herself and Vince found it irresistible, just as she'd intimated he would.

"May I...may I go down you?" he asked.

Alice smiled brightly. "What a lovely request. I'd like you to refer to it as worshiping my pussy, though."

"May I worship your pussy?" Vince asked without hesitation.

"Yes, you may," Alice said.

She spread her legs, put a hand on the back of Vince's head, and pulled him to her pussy. He extended his tongue and pushed it between her labia. He plunged it deep inside her and moaned at the sweet, slightly salty taste of her juices. He ran his tongue upwards until he met her clit and then offered a gentle massage before once more plunging inside her.

"Do I taste good, Vince?" she asked.

He looked up and nodded.

Alice smiled. "That's a taste I suspect you're going to become quite familiar with, both in my pussy and in your wife's pussy."

Vince didn't quite understand what she meant the confusion must have registered on his face as Alice chuckled as she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"It's not just my pussy you're tasting, Vince," she said. "You're also tasting Simon. He fucked me this morning. He fucked me long and hard. He fucked me like I desperately craved. He satisfied me - twice, actually - and then he came deep inside me. So it's not just me you're tasting, Vince, it's also my husband. It's what's leftover of his cum and precum. It's what he left inside me an hour ago when he buried every inch of his big cock in my pussy and groaned as I brought him the pleasure he deserved. It's the same thing he'll do to your wife at some point in the very near future, so it's a good thing you're already getting a little taste of his potent seed, though in the future your tongue will be bathed in a far purer version of his cum as you lick it fresh from your wife's perfect, tight little cunt after he's had his way with her."

Somehow, Vince felt both aroused and repulsed. He moved to pull away, but Alice's grip was tight enough that he wasn't going anywhere.

"You asked to worship my pussy, Vince, and that means tending to me no matter what's inside me, no matter what I offer you," she said with a smile. "Now put your tongue deep inside me as I rub my clit on your face. Taste Simon's cum. Bathe your tongue in it. Get used to it, because it won't be long before he's converted your beautiful young wife into his dirty little cum dump, and once that happens you'll be consuming a great deal of his seed. You'll even get to a place where you're thankful for it, Vince. Where you get on your knees and express your gratitude to my husband for cumming in your wife's slutty little cunt, for giving you the chance to consume his loads from her tight hole."

Vince was too caught up in the unique sense of pleasure he felt to care about anything other than doing as he was told, so he pushed his tongue as deep inside Alice as he could and swirled it around, bathing it in the faint taste of Simon's cum along with the sweet juices that rested deep inside the elegant beauty.

"You're going to be such a good little plaything for me, Vince, and your wife is going to be such a good little plaything for my husband. We're going to have such fun training you, using you, pushing your boundaries. We're going to see if we can push you further than we've ever pushed a couple before, Vince," she said as her thighs trembled.

Her words felt ominous, and yet Vince made no effort to pull away. If anything, he tried to buried his nose deeper inside her. He tried to taste more of her pussy. He tried to serve her in any way he could.

"Fuck...I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Juices poured out of her and Vince soaked up what he could, licking and swallowing and moaning as he did so while he provided Alice with enough pleasure to give her an orgasm.

When she was finished, she pushed him away and smiled. "What a mess I made of your face."

Vince could feel the slick juices on his chin, nose, and even his cheeks.

"The breakfast dishes in the kitchen need to be cleaned," Alice said. "Go and clean them for me. Remain naked while you do so. Once you're finished, you may return to the bedroom to give me a massage. You will do so until Simon and Carissa return from their run. Then we'll see how the rest of the day unfolds."

Vince stood, wiped the precum from the tip of his cock so it wouldn't fall to the floor, and said, "Thank you," before turning and leaving the bedroom to attend to the task she'd assigned him. It felt a little bizarre to be happily tending to a chore the neighbor had assigned him, and yet on another level it would have felt far more bizarre to disobey her request and walk out.

Vince entered the kitchen and set about doing the dishes while the taste of Alice's pussy and Simon's cum danced on his tongue. An odd, unexpected sense of satisfaction washed over him as he cleaned someone else's kitchen and Vince decided he quite liked that sensation, that it felt good to do as Alice desired, that it would feel exceptionally good to give her a massage when he was done.

Perhaps she was entirely right about him. Perhaps he was the sort of man that found it freeing to surrender control. It certainly seemed that Vince was going to be given a chance to discover just how true that was and he couldn't help but feel more than a little eager to see if Alice was right about everything she'd said, even if her being right terrified him.