Amanda and Jeff, a bored couple fall into a rabbit hole
This story contains elements of cuckoldry, bisexuality, chastity, feminine domination, humiliation, and a whole bunch of fuckery. If these aren't your scene, then you should probably search for something else.
If you are picking this up mid-story, you should go back and read the previous chapters.
All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just plain tragic
Chapter 5
They set out from the garage and towards Amanda's house. Amanda was mumbling incoherently about Jeff and their failing relationship and how she had to be better to him that he meant so much to him.
Yvette listened, giving her friend the occasional feedback. They arrived at Amanda and Jeff's house. Amanda's car was in the driveway. Jeff was home. Amanda was sound asleep in the passenger seat. Yvette got out of the car and walked to the house's back door, where she rang the doorbell.
After a minute, Jeff opened the door.
"Yvette?" He asked in a confused state.
"Jeff, long story, but Amanda is passed out in my car. I need you to help me get her in." Yvette said.
"What happened?" Jeff asked.
"The bosses surprised up with an after-work soiree, and Amanda couldn't shake loose. She drank a little too much; then she remembered your dinner date, too late. She tossed her cookies in your car, which is at the garage. She wanted to drive home herself, I intervened." Yvette said.
They carried her into the house and stretched her out on the bed. Jeff went to the bathroom and retrieved a warm wet facecloth, and started cleaning Amanda's face. Amanda moaned. After cleaning her up, they rolled her onto her stomach and made her comfortable.
Yvette and Jeff went to the kitchen.
"Amanda tells me this has been a tough week on you," Yvette said in a sympathetic tone.
"Oh, now you feel sorry for me? Yeah, I guess the whole world has been shitting on me. I'm not too happy being at the bottom of her priority list every day. She didn't even tell me she canceled our date tonight." Jeff said sadly."I don't think I matter much to her anymore."
Yvette reached out and touched his face. "Jeff, that's bullshit. I'm her best friend, and I know how she feels about you. She's worried as well."
"Yvette, you're her best friend, and you'd lie to cover for her too," Jeff answered as he turned away.
"What are you going to do about your car?" Yvette asked. "I think you'll want to take care of it tonight; she hosed it down pretty badly."
"I'll take a cab downtown," Jeff said, pulling up a directory on his phone.
"Amanda probably shouldn't be alone. I'll stay with Amanda. I'll call Vince to give you a ride. I have to check in with him anyway." Yvette offered.
"No, thank you, you've done enough already," Jeff said tersely.
"Well, I don't think she should be alone, so you go deal with your car. I think you're being ungrateful." Yvette said.
"Ungrateful? Ungrateful, for what? Since our relationship escalated last weekend, what if any good has come from this for me?" He texted his request for a taxi.
"It will get better Jeff, most of this stuff that happened this week is just bad luck. You're not going to hold Amanda's job and work problems against us. You're in a rut, that's all." Yvette replied. "Vince and I have invited you over for dinner tomorrow night, Amanda may have told you. We want to discuss the relationship and our partnership in the studio. If you agree to things, you and Amanda can come over to a party that we're throwing Saturday."
"Things, meaning humiliating things for me," Jeff said.
"I won't lie; they will be humiliating at first; you may come to enjoy them. Amanda will enjoy herself; that alone should be a consideration for you. I'll make a promise to you, if you're well behaved on Saturday, I'll treat you to a mind-blowing orgasm." Yvette ended with a whisper.
"I'll get to fuck you?" Jeff asked.
"I can appreciate you want to, but it will never happen. For what it's worth, no other man ever fucks me, just Vince. But we'll have sex, and I'll make sure you enjoy it." Yvette said, touching his cheek. "I want us to have a good partnership; we'll be filming together. "
"Thank you, I think," Jeff said.
"I'll sit with Amanda. Go take care of your car." Yvette left the room with a pronounced wiggle in her ass. She gave the cuck a little seed to think about; she hoped it took root.
The taxi arrived and took Jeff downtown. When they got to the garage, Jeff paid the driver and went to get his car. He found the car. He avoided the vomit on the pavement. He opened the car door and was taken aback by the stench. "Damn, she ruined the car." He thought
He started it up. He lowered all of the windows and turned the ac on. He had a lot to clean up. He drove home, lost in his thoughts. Yvette was right; he was in a rut. But it wasn't fair; he did nothing to deserve all this. He was supportive of Amanda to a fault, and yet she did little to please him. She promised and never delivered. She even made things worse, maybe not intentionally, but still, she made things worse. The weekend was coming up, and she wanted to let loose again. Sure he was being invited, but he knew that it wouldn't be all good. He knew that it would be mostly humiliation for him, and if he were a "good boy" and took everyone's shit, Yvette would give him a pity orgasm. But that was still more than he was getting from his wife.
He pulled into his driveway and parked his car in the garage. He would need the light and power outlets to clean this mess. It was about nine o'clock when he entered the house. Yvette was in the kitchen. "She's still sleeping. Are you all set?" Yvette asked.
"Pretty much. Thank you for your help with Amanda. At least she didn't nail your car." Jeff said.
"I don't think she had anything left in her. At least she didn't drive. Why was she driving your car?" Yvette asked.
"Yeah, another present from Amanda this morning. She ran her car out of gas and had to take mine. I had to walk with a gas can. On the way home, I got soaked in a rain shower. I also cleaned her car's inside, which was a mess....then she trashes out mine. Fuck my life." Jeff said.
"Well, I better get going. We'll see you tomorrow night at dinner. Don't be too hard on my best friend there. She feels bad about the rut you're in; she tells me all the time. She wants to make things better...it just doesn't seem to work out." Yvette said.
"Well, I feel bad too and have no hope it will get better; her promises and good intentions will never cancel the letdowns," Jeff said sadly.
"See you tomorrow," Yvette said as she left by the back door.
"Thanks again for your help," Jeff said as he waved to her.
Jeff went to work cleaning his car.
Yvette didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she was driving home. Jeff was getting beat from all sides. None of it permanent, but it just kept coming for him. She would have a chat with Amanda. They could have their fun Friday and Saturday, but Amanda would have to have a day for Jeff on Sunday. The poor boy was going downhill fast.
Jeff scrubbed the car down as best he could. He dragged the carpet steamer from the kitchen closet and filled the tank. He cleaned the carpet on the car's floor and the passenger seat. He treated the dashboard with an appropriate cleaner. He manually turned off the dome light as he would have to leave the car open to dry it out and didn't want to kill his battery. He'd have to hang air fresheners for a while. He cleaned the steamer and put it away.
He retrieved a beer from the fridge and sat at the table. What was supposed to have been a pleasurable night had turned into a nightmare. It could have been worse, but it was still terrible. He heard a groan from upstairs. He walked up to check on Amanda. She was waking up. He pulled a chair over to the bed.
"How did I get home? What time is it? She asked groggily.
"It's ten-thirty. Yvette gave you a ride home; you were pretty toasted. You thought you could drive yourself, but then you threw up and passed out. I spent an hour cleaning my car." Jeff complained.
