Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 1

“Such a pretty little whore.”

Carissa moaned.

“Does that feel good, whore? Does it feel good to take his cock in your tight little ass? Does it feel good to give your hole to a real man?”

She moaned again.

“Answer me!”

“Yes! It does. It feels good to give my hole to a real man. It feels good to be fucked like a whore. It feels good to have my ass taken while my husband watches.”

Carissa moaned again, this time because the cock using her asshole sped up, delivering harder and deeper thrusts.

“And how about you? Do you like watching your whore wife take my husband’s cock in her ass?”

Vince nodded. “Yes, I do.”

A set of delicate fingers wrapped around his stiff cock and squeezed hard enough for it hurt. “I suppose I didn’t even have to ask. Your erection says it all, doesn’t it, cuck? The fact that you were willing to suck the dick that’s now stretching out your wife’s asshole says everything I need to know about you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It does.”

Soft lips kissed Vince’s neck. A moan filled his ears. The fingers around his cock softened and stroked him slowly.

“She’s going to cum with his cock in her ass, cuck. Your beautiful young wife is going to cum with my husband’s cock savaging her tight little asshole. She’s going to cum while you watch, while you’re helplessly bound, and then my husband is going to pump her asshole full of his cum. When he’s done, I’m going to release you and you’re going to get on your knees and clean his mess out of her ass like the filthy cuck slut that you are.”

Vince’s cock throbbed in her hand as he watched his wife take a hard anal fucking on her hands and knees and listened to her moan wildly.

“Did you ever imagine you’d be here, cuck? Did you ever imagine you and your pretty wife would surrender to being little more than sex toys for our pleasure?”

“No,” he answered.

Vince had never had a kinky thought in his life. Not until he and Carissa met the couple that moved in next door. That’s when everything changed.

Vince took his wife’s hand and gently squeezed it as they strolled down the sidewalk and towards their house. His belly was full from a remarkably well-prepared dinner and he had a little bit of a buzz going thanks in to the extra glass of wine he’d enjoyed.

“They seem like a nice couple, don’t they?” Carissa asked.

“They do,” he agreed. “Though, am I crazy or was Simon looking at you a little funny?”

“Funny?”

“Yeah, like he…I don’t know, like he was…interested in you, I guess,” he said. “I mean, maybe I’m crazy – he’s got to be at least fifteen years older than we are – but yeah, it seemed like he was kind of politely checking you out, I guess.”

Carissa squeezed his hand a little and Vince looked to see a smile on his wife’s face. It made him think she had noticed the way Simon was looking at her and that she hadn’t found it the slightest bit objectionable.

“You did notice, didn’t you?” Vince asked.

She smiled again. “I might have. Like you said, though, he was polite about it. It’s not like he was leering and it didn’t feel like he was undressing me with his eyes. He was just looking. Guys look at me all the time.”

Vince found his wife’s nonchalance a little disconcerting, but there was no real reason to be concerned and the thought left his mind soon after. The fact that Carissa led him to their bedroom and initiated sex – including a slow, sensual blowjob for him before they fucked – made it remarkably easy to forget about everything that happened at dinner.

A week later, Vince saw Carissa and Simon chatting on the sidewalk as he came home from work. She was in a pair of leggings and a sports bra – she’d likely just returned from a run – and right as Vince pulled up Simon reached out and touched Carissa’s arm. His fingers rested against her skin for a few seconds as Vince directed his car into the driveway and then Carissa looked back and waved.

Simon was gone by the time Vince pulled into the garage. Carissa ran up and gave him a rather amorous kiss on the lips, pressing her sweaty body against his and inspiring a stirring of desire between his legs.

“What was that for?” he asked.

Carissa smiled. “What? I can’t greet my husband with a kiss when he gets home from work?”

He laughed. “Of course you can.”

She took his hand and said, “I wouldn’t be opposed to going to the bedroom for a little fun, if there’s any chance that kiss made you feel like you’d have some interest in fucking me.”

It wasn’t often that Carissa referred to sex as fucking and Vince was surprised – and more than a little thrilled – at hearing her use it in their garage.

“I’d love that,” he said without giving it a second thought.

She smiled, reached out, and caressed his cock through his slacks, surprising him yet again. “And you don’t mind that I’m all sweaty from my run?”

For some reason, the notion of her being sweaty only made the idea of fucking Carissa hotter. “No, I don’t mind at all,” he answered. “I…I kind of like it, actually.”

Carissa kissed him again, this time luring his tongue into her mouth while she stroked him through his pants. Vince was hard as a rock by the time they stepped into the house and she wasted no time dragging him to the bedroom, stripping him naked, and taking him into her mouth once more.

Again any concern over her interaction with Simon was washed away by the intense pleasure of fucking his wife. The sex was more vigorous than usual with Carissa damn near begging Vince to fuck her harder and faster. She came twice – and both orgasms struck him as especially potent – and he experienced a remarkable climax with his wife on top, milking him with her slick pussy while her hands pressed into his chest and she wore a look of pure, wondrous lust on her face.

More than two weeks passed before any thought of Simon crossed Vince’s mind. It was a Friday night and he and Carissa had been invited to the neighbor’s house for dinner once again. Vince only found out about the invitation when he returned home from work that day, but he had no reason to argue against it – and the food had been incredible last time – so he happily agreed.

“How do I look?” Carissa asked.

Vince looked up from the couch to see his wife in a white and red floral wrap dress that put her perky breasts on display, red lipstick, and a pair of white high heels. Her hair was pulled into a surprisingly alluring high ponytail and as he stared she spun around to show that the dress made her ass look nearly as spectacular as her breasts did.

“You look…Carissa, you look spectacular,” he replied. “You look like you’re dressed for a date, not dinner with our neighbors.”

She frowned and Vince instantly regretted his comment.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. You look insanely hot and I’d be proud to take you literally anywhere dressed like that,” he said.

She smiled, approached the couch, and extended her hand. Vince stood, took it, and pulled his wife into his arms.

“You look perfect, Carissa. You really do,” he said.

She looked up at him, smiled, and then tilted her head and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. Her lips approached and they shared an unexpectedly erotic kiss. Her tongue danced over his lips before gently probing into his mouth. She moaned softly and Vince felt just a hint of discomfort as his erection pressed against his briefs, silently yearning to be free so he could fuck his wife.

“I like looking good for you,” she said softly. “And I see no reason we can’t enjoy a repeat of what we did the last time we went to dinner with Simon and Alice.”

Vince smiled at the notion of getting laid that night. In recent weeks they’d been having sex more often and it was better – at least for Vince – so he had every reason to be excited.

“Let’s go,” she said.

They left the house, walked down the block, and joined their neighbors for a glass of wine on the deck overlooking their backyard. The conversation flowed just as easily as it had the first time they’d dined together. They shared stories of how their relationships came to be, the adventures they’d been on as couples, the highs and lows of their careers, and much more.

It was good conversation, though Vince couldn’t help but take notice of the way Simon looked at Carissa. He was being more obvious about it. Unlike the first night, Simon was leering. He was staring at Carissa’s breasts. He was staring at her legs. He was looking at her like he craved her.

At least, that’s the way it seemed to Simon. Neither Carissa nor Alice seemed to take notice of it, though, which made Vince wonder if he was imagining things, if there was something about Simon that triggered an innate jealousy and made him unnecessarily wary of a man that otherwise seemed exceptionally nice.

“More wine?” Simon asked after they’d all nearly emptied their glasses.

“Absolutely,” Carissa replied. “I’ll help, in fact.”

In the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving Vince alone with Alice.

“Your wife is very beautiful,” she said.

Vince was taken aback by the comment and the mildly lascivious manner in which it was delivered, to the point that he paused for a few moments before saying, “Oh, yes, she is.” He looked over his shoulder but he couldn’t see Carissa in the kitchen. “I’m a lucky man, in fact.”

“My husband can’t quite get her out of his head,” Alice said with a smile. “He finds her ‘endlessly alluring’, as he put it.”

Vince found himself unable to offer a response. He could barely wrap his head around what the elegantly beautiful blonde woman sitting across from him had just said.

“I think Carissa feels the same about him,” she continued. “I think she’s felt that way from the moment they met. I think she’s grappling with desires she doesn’t quite understand.”

It seemed insane, and yet there was a part of Vince that felt like Alice was right, that she’d managed to identify why Carissa had been so amorous over the past month, why they’d been having sex with greater frequency and why the sex had been more vigorous and adventurous.

“Simon wants your wife, Vince,” Alice said.

Vince looked over his shoulder and into the kitchen once more, but he didn’t see his wife. He couldn’t see the whole room, though, so it was possible she was in there, that she and Simon were simply opening a bottle of wine out of his view.

“My husband is the kind of man that gets what he wants,” Alice continued. “So if he wants your wife, he’s going to have her, Vince.”

He turned back to Alice to see that she’d spread her legs. Her dress had ridden up and he could see her inner thighs. He dragged his eyes to her face and saw a disconcerting smile.

“Of course, I’m not powerless in all of this,” Alice said softly. “I’ve encouraged Simon’s desires. I’ve helped him formulate a plan to seduce your beautiful wife.”

Vince shook his head. He still couldn’t quite manage to offer a verbal objection to every word Alice had spoken to him, but he felt a certain kind of horror washing over him.

“Can you feel it, Vince?” she asked.

“Feel…feel what?” he replied.

Alice spread her legs a little wider and he saw just a hint of what looked like a pair of black lace panties. “Your heart, Vince. Can you feel it pounding?”

He nodded.

Alice reached down and caressed her inner thigh, drawing Vince’s gaze between her legs. “That’s desire, Vince. That’s what you’re feeling.”

He shook his head.

“Yes, it is,” Alice replied as her fingers moved between her legs. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and let out a soft moan while rubbing her pussy through her panties. “It’s desire you feel. If you were panicked, or angry, or concerned you wouldn’t be sitting there, Vince. You would have rushed inside already. You would have tried to put a stop to what’s happening.”

Vince looked over his shoulder again. He saw nothing. He had no idea what was happening inside. Alice was right that he’d made no move to try and discover what Simon and Carissa were doing, though.

“He’s going to make her his,” Alice said. “He’s going to seduce her. He’s going to conquer her lithe young body. He’s going to convince her to give herself to him, to give him everything, to let him do as he desires with her, and she’s going to experience pleasure unlike any other when she does.”

“No,” Vince replied, though his voice was barely above a whisper as he said it.

Alice gently closed her legs, fixed her dress, and stood. She approached Vince and held out her hand. "Come with me," she said.

Vince stood and took her hand. She led him into the empty kitchen. Vince couldn't help but notice how soft Alice's hand felt as they departed the kitchen and headed for the front door. They took a sharp left and she led him down a short hallway before turning the handle on a door Vince hadn't noticed on either of his visits to their home.

A staircase led to what looked like a finished basement - a luxury Vince and Carissa weren't lucky enough to have in their home - and Alice turned, smiled, and stepped close enough that he could smell her remarkably seductive perfume.

"Simon and I are big fans of wine," she said softly. "So much so that we had a room built to store our collection at the perfect temperature."

She turned, let Vince's hand go, and slowly descended the stairs. Alice didn't look back or encourage him to follow, but Vince couldn't help himself. He hurried after the slender blonde, stopping only when she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to look up at him.

"Can you feel it?" Alice asked.

Vince's heart was still pounding. He wasn't willing to admit it was arousal, though. It couldn't be arousal. He shook his head.

Alice smiled and held out her hand. Vince descended the final few stairs and their fingers entwined. She held his gaze and stepped closer. Her seductive perfume once again filled his nostrils as Alice reached down, lifted the bottom of her dress, and placed Vince's fingers against her panties.

"Can you feel it?" she asked.

He nodded. He felt the wetness soaking through the thin lace of her panties. He felt her desire, her desire for whatever awaited them in the basement.

As they stared into each other's eyes, Alice pulled her panties aside and said, "Put your fingers inside me, Vince."

He shouldn't have done so. It was mad to do so. And yet, Vince did it. He slipped two fingers into her pussy. He was stunned at how wet she was. He wasn't sure Carissa's pussy had ever been that wet, and he hadn't engaged in even a hint of foreplay with Alice.

Alice grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers from her pussy. She adjusted her panties and let the bottom of her dress fall back into place before lifting Vince's hand and saying, "Taste me. Taste my pussy."

Vince stared at slippery sheen of pussy juice that covered his fingers.

"Do as you're told, Vince," Alice said. "Right now. Take your fingers in your mouth. Taste my pussy."

Vince's heart pounded as he parted his lips and sucked his fingers clean. The subtle taste of Alice's pussy danced on his tongue and she smiled, moaned softly, and reached between his legs to caress his cock.

"She's just as wet as I am," Alice whispered. "Your beautiful wife. I promise, Vince, that she's just as wet as I am. Maybe even wetter. Only, she's not wet for you. She's wet for my husband. She's wet for how she knows he can make her feel. She's wet with the same desire she's felt for the past month."

Alice took Vince's hand, smiled, and walked slowly across the basement. The closer they got to the only door in the room, the harder his heart pounded.

Alice stopped just short of that door. She turned, looked at Vince, and smiled. "Can you feel it now?"

He nodded. He could feel it. He wanted to deny it, but he could feel it.

Alice let his hand go and gestured towards the door. Vince looked at the door, at her, and then back to the door again. He took a deep breath and tentatively propelled his body forwards. He stared at the floor until he was in front of the glass door of the wine room. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them and turned towards the room.

Vince saw his wife. She was just a few feet away. She was facing the door. Her eyes were closed, though. Her lips were parted. She wore a look of pleasure - intense pleasure - on her face.

Simon was behind her. He was kissing her neck. One of his hands was in her dress. He was playing with the soft, perfect, perky flesh of one of her breasts. His other hand was slowly pulling up her dress, exposing more of her smooth, soft, perfect, milky white thighs.

Neither seemed to notice Vince and he made no effort to do anything other than stand there and watch as another man seduced his wife.

Simon pulled Carissa's dress up around her waist, exposing her remarkably delicate, semi-sheer pink panties. Vince was almost certain he'd never seen those panties before and he couldn't help but wonder if Carissa had worn them for the man she was clearly enamored with.

Vince couldn't deny his arousal, as his cock had grown painfully erect as he watched another man kiss, caress, and arouse his wife. That arousal deepened - and his heart pounded harder and faster - when Simon pushed his fingers into Carissa's panties. She moaned loud enough for Vince to hear and then turned her head and found Simon's lips.

They indulged in a stunningly passionate kiss and Vince couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't the first time they'd done so. He watched his wife's soft, pink lips part to lure the older man's tongue into her mouth.

Carissa broke the kiss to moan. Again she was loud enough for Vince to hear, but this time she opened her eyes. She looked right at him. He saw shock on her face, but only for a moment. It passed quickly and was replaced by a smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight and she made no move to stop Simon from playing with her tits and fingering her pussy.

"Step inside."

Vince turned to see Alice beside him. He looked back at Carissa and saw her once again engaging in a beautiful, passionate kiss with Simon.

"You're going to have to get better at doing as you're told, Vince," Alice said. "Much, much better."

There was something in her voice - a quiet kind of forcefulness - that made him reluctant to utter a single word of protest.

"Now join your beautiful wife in our wine room," she instructed.

Vince reached out and turned the door handle. He pushed gently and Carissa's sensual moans reached his ears. He stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and felt an unexpectedly potent tidal wave of arousal wash over him.

Carissa looked at him and for a moment he saw guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I tried to resist what I felt. I really did. I couldn't, though. I don't know why. I don't know what it is about him. I just...I just couldn't resist him."

Again pleasure washed over her face and again she moaned. She turned her head and her lips found Simon's. He fed her his tongue and she welcomed it, sucking on it desperately while her thighs trembled from the continued work of his fingers.

"Feel her, Vince," Alice instructed.

Simon pulled his fingers from Carissa's panties and Vince stepped closer. His hand shook as he reached out, pressed his fingers against the lower part of her stomach, and gently slipped them into her panties.

Carissa turned and smiled at him as Simon's hand remained down the front of her dress, working the breasts Vince had showered with affection from the moment she first revealed them on their fourth date.

Vince pushed two fingers into her pussy. His cock throbbed as he did. Carissa wasn't just wet. She was soaked. She was wetter than Alice had been. Carissa was wetter than she'd ever been, at least as far as Vince knew.

"Taste her," Alice instructed.

Vince pulled his fingers from his wife's pussy and panties and lifted them to his mouth. Carissa smiled and he sucked his fingers clean. As he did, she reached out and caressed his stiff cock through his pants, eliciting a moan and helping to eject a drop of precum that Vince spread over the tip of his dick.

"They're ours," Alice said. "They're inexperienced so we'll have to take it slow, but they're ours."

Vince felt a touch of panic at the implication of her words, but Carissa closed her eyes, leaned against Simon, and moaned as his fingers once more pushed into her panties and her pussy.

"I don't mind taking it slow," Simon replied before smiling at his wife. "In fact, I like taking it slow. It's so much more fun that way. Slowly transforming them into exactly what we want them to be. Truly making them ours."

Vince's sense of worry refused to abate, though the same could be said about his arousal, as his cock remained exceedingly stiff and was leaking enough precum to form a small wet spot in his pants.

Alice approached Vince and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and her delicate fingers freed his cock. She took him in her hand and offered a slow, exceedingly pleasurable handjob. He worried that Carissa might change her mind once she saw another woman's hand around his cock, but it didn't seem to faze her in the slightest.

"Get on your knees, Carissa," Simon instructed as he pulled his hands from her panties and her dress.

She dropped to her knees and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Suck your husband's cock."

Alice's fingers remained firmly around the base of Vince's cock as Carissa looked up at him, crawled closer, and took him in her mouth. She sucked him slowly and sensually, swirling her tongue around the head each time she pulled back and maintaining eye contact with him throughout. It was an artful, intensely pleasurable blowjob and it wasn't long before Vince was on the verge of an orgasm.

"That's enough," Alice said. "We can't have him losing his load too quickly."

Carissa pulled back, kissed the tip of his cock, and sat on her knees.

"She's so eager to please," Alice noted.

Simon smiled and ran his fingers through Carissa's ponytail. "I know, though it's not her husband she's interested in pleasing tonight. Is it, Carissa?"

She looked up at Vince, smiled, and said, "No, it's not. It's you I want to please, Simon."

Vince felt his legs tremble for a moment and Alice gripped his cock and slowly moved her hand up his spit-soaked shaft.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for that tonight," Simon said. "For now, let's pick out a bottle of wine and we can go upstairs and enjoy dinner. I'd like you to do so without your panties, though. I'd like access to your pussy so that I might tease you whenever I feel like it."

Carissa stood, reached under her dress, and pulled her panties off. She offered them to Simon, but he held up his hand and said, "Give them to your husband. Let him hold them."

Vince took the panties from his wife and watched as Simon took Carissa's hand and walked her out of the wine room. He wanted to follow, but Alice still had a firm grip on his cock, so Vince wasn't going anywhere until she gave him permission.

Alice plucked the panties from Vince's hand and wrapped them around his cock. She stroked him with the soft, delicate fabric and he closed his eyes and tried his best not to moan, though Vince quickly failed at that task.

"I can tell that you're going to resist more than your wife," Alice said. "There's no point in that, though. I know what kind of man you are and so does Simon. It will be so much more exciting for you if you surrender to what you're feeling, Vince, if you give yourself over to it like your wife has, like she will as we push her deeper into submission."

Alice released his cock from her grasp and gently tucked the panties into his pocket. She shut the door to the wine room and leaned against the glass.

"Now get on your knees," she instructed.

Vince resisted for a moment but the words she'd just spoken popped into his head. He knew she was right. There was little point in putting up a fight, especially since he was so turned on.

He fell to his knees and Alice smiled. "That's very good, Vince. Now crawl to me and I'll let you eat my pussy. I'll give you the chance to pleasure me. Would you like that? Would you like to be good for me and pleasure my pussy?"

His heart pounded. The idea excited him. He nodded and crawled closer. As he did, Alice lifted the bottom of her dress and pulled her panties aside. Vince stared at her plump pussy lips and the wetness between them. He saw that her clit hood had receded, a surefire sign of her intense arousal.

"Pleasure me," she instructed. "Use your tongue to make me feel good, and as you do, think of your beautiful wife on her knees for my husband. Think of his long, thick cock between those soft, perfect lips of hers. Think of her working to pleasure Simon. Think of her pussy gushing with desire as she looks up at him with those pretty eyes and sucks his cock with the sole intention of claiming the reward of his cum on her tongue."

Vince leaned in and Alice put a hand on the back of his head. He tended to her clit with his tongue and looked up at her. He thought of his wife doing the same thing for Simon. Vince had no idea if that was actually happening, but Alice had painted a vivid picture and it was impossible not to imagine Carissa on her knees sucking the cock of the man that had so effortlessly aroused her.

"You eat pussy very well," Alice said with a smile. "Your wife is a very lucky woman."

Vince moaned and dipped his tongue between Alice's labia to taste her juices. The sweetness danced in his mouth as he returned to her clit, eliciting a moan and a smile from the beautiful older woman.

She grabbed a tight fistful of his hair, moaned, and said, "We're going to have so much fun with the two of you. More fun than you can possibly imagine, Vince. You're ours now and we're going to use you in all kinds of ways."

Alice's legs were trembling. She was close to cumming and it seemed to Vince that it was the sense of ownership she already seemed to feel that had pushed her to the edge of climax.

Vince was too caught up in the thrill of everything that had unfolded that night to give Alice's words much thought. Instead, visions of Carissa sucking Simon's cock filled his head - and turned him on - while he worked to make Alice cum.

When she climaxed, Alice grabbed two handfuls of his hair and rubbed her pussy all over Vince's face, moaning loudly as she did so and seemingly marking him with her juices.

"Do you think your beautiful wife has extracted her reward from my husband's cock?" Alice asked.

"I don't know," Vince replied.

She smiled. "Would you like to go and find out if Carissa is being a good cocksucker?"

Vince's cock throbbed painfully at hearing that word used to describe his wife. "Yes," he said.

Alice offered her hand and Vince took it and stood. She stared at his face and smiled as she no doubt admired the trail of slippery pussy juice she'd left behind.

"Let's go," she said.

Alice took his hand, opened the door, and stepped out with Vince following right behind her. His heart pounded. His cock throbbed. He knew it was insane to be excited at the idea of his wife sucking another man's cock, and yet that's exactly what Vince felt.

Would he feel the same way if Carissa had actually given a blowjob? Would he be thrilled if she'd swallowed another man's cum?

The answer waited at the top of the stairs.