Noelle knelt before the two men, tears misting her eyes. The long lashes batted, and she wondered how this had happened, again. Still, it was incredibly hot to have your husband humiliate you before his least attractive employee.
Marsden looked down at his beautiful, naked wife. She was a teensy bit chubby, a curvy Rubenesque figure, with heavy breasts that didn't quite sag...gorgeous roseate nipples...
Thumbs was in heaven. Thumbs was a copy clerk in Marsden's firm. Thumbs was a virgin, tragically, at twenty-two years old. Was it Thumbs's fault? Well...
Thumbs had a hearing aid and thick drug-store glasses, and unfortunate complexion. One of his legs was shorter than the other, and he wore a "big" shoe on his left foot.
Thumbs wore hideous plaid pants from TJ Max, and he hadn't brushed his teeth since Close-up paste had gone out of style.
Yes, this was quite a day for Thumbs.
He looked down at the beautiful woman. He'd never been invited to a company party as a guest, but Marsden had hired Thumbs to wait tables once, and he'd just gone nuts seeing this gorgeous wife in her sparkly designer dress.
The cleavage just poked out, and she was much hotter than the girls Thumbs encountered at his science fiction conventions, or at the Dungeons and Dragons games.
"Wow, Mister Whipple."
"Call me Marsden, boy. And call her Warthog!" Marsden laughed and kicked Noelle in the side, and she fell over.
Although Noelle began crying, both men could see that her hand had trailed down between her legs, and she was diddling herself quite avidly.
"Stand up, you bag of shit!" Marsden ordered, and Noelle obeyed, reluctantly
Standing in front of Thumbs, she was actually slightly taller than he was, and his eyes just couldn't leave her 36 DD miracles.
"Tell him what I told you to."
"P-please. No, Marsden--"
Marsden slapped her hard. "Do I have to go get the bullwhip?"
Tears streaming down her face, Noelle stepped closer to Thumbs, trying not to smell his breath. God, if I have to blow him, I bet I'll have to bathe him down there, first.
"Master Thumbs, Master Marsden is going out of town, and he has given me the privilege of submitting to you, and have you watch me while he is gone."
"Last time I had Josiah the handyman drive us to the airport when I went out of town.
Noelle sucked my dick the whole way, and then sucked Josiah's the whole way home, and did he have a great time usin' her."
"Y-you mean that illiterate black man with the broken teeth?" Thumbs was somewhat horrified. He'd been tossed from the Buttermilk Falls Ku Klux Klan for poor social skills.
This was going to be tough for Noelle, as Marsden was going abroad for two months, and having Thumbs live there might be a bit arduous.
But after Marsden left, Thumbs wasn't so bad. He treated Noelle with incredible respect, and actually asked her if they could share a bed and make love the first night.
Noelle told Thumbs that this would be great, but she wanted to give him a bath first.
This ended up, of course being just heaven for poor Thumbs, who had never had a woman touch his naked body, not even to pat his fat stomach.
Noelle was used to bathing Marsden, although he didn't need it as much as Thumbs did. It was the duty of a submissive to bathe her Dominant, and Noelle had had more than a few Doms in her life, both men and women.
Thumbs thoroughly enjoyed watching Noelle's red nails whirling around his cock and balls, and suddenly he orgasmed in the soapy water.
Thumbs apologized hurriedly, but Noelle put a finger over his lips, and smiled.
"We'll get you all excited again, don't worry about it, Master Thumbs."
Noelle was thirty-eight to Thumbs's twenty-two, but she looked so damn young!
Noelle took Thumbs out of the bath, and toweled him off thoroughly, and escorted him to the bed.
She gave Thumbs a long, oily massage, (he lay on a sheet so he wasn't going to stain up the bedspread) and then she gave him a nice sloppy blowjob.
