WARNING
DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGOUS CHARACTERS.
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Dawn woke the following morning after a night of noisy sex with Cathy feeling as though she had been born into a new world. So much had happened in the last couple of months that it seemed so surreal. She went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. She had decided that her normal wifely duties like cooking, washing and keeping the house tidy should remain in her hands for the time being. To all intents and purposes, it must seem to the outside world that she was the perfect vicar's wife. After all, she was to have some dealings with the congregation in her new post, or at least the parts that included her involvement of the congregation in the running of the parish.
Everything else would be done to degrade Graham even further. This morning she had dressed for this purpose. Graham's final submission and acceptance of his place as a cuckold would be cemented today, this morning in fact, and she had dressed for the occasion. Loose thin skirt, thin blouse and no underwear. As Cathy helped her cook breakfast Dawn heard a car pull up outside. She knew it would be Pete as he always arrived early and well before any of the other builders.
"Cathy can you tell Pete I will be cooking breakfast for him and it will be ready in ten minutes. That will give us time to sort Graham out with you, and then it will be Pete's turn.
"Ok babe." Cathy said.
Dawn watched as Cathy left the kitchen, she truly was gorgeous and the things that they were doing together in bed Dawn had never dreamed she would ever do. Her smile disappeared as Graham walked into the kitchen. "Take a seat, it won't be long."
Cathy came back a minute later, "Morning Cathy! " Graham said quietly.
"Just to make things clear to you Graham," I said, as I put his breakfast on the table, "Cathy is my PA. That means she has the same place in your life as I do. If she tells you to do something, you will do it. Is that clear?"
It took a second to sink in but as I suspected he made no objection. "Yes dear. As you wish."
A moment later Pete walked into the kitchen, I walked over to him and put my arms around him, kissing him lightly on the mouth. To say he was shocked was an understatement. "Don't worry Pete." I said turning round. I pulled his arm over my shoulder and placed it on my braless breast, "Graham knows you want to fuck me, he knows that you all want to fuck me and he has something to say. Don't you Graham?" As I finished, Cathy took Pete's other arm and with her back to him placed his hand on her semi naked breast. Graham was no longer able to look me in the face so with his head lowered he said, "Yes I know what you want to do to my wife and she is willing to allow it."
"No no, you fuckin wimp." I shouted. "Use the words; tell them it's what you want. That you would love it if they all fucked me. Tell him how you would love to see them fucking the arse off me. Tell them! Look him in the face as you say it." My voice was raised in anger; I wanted him to totally degrade himself to give me to these horny big cocked builders.
His face reddened his and screwed up and I was sure he was going to refuse, even walk out. Slowly he raised his face and looked at Pete who was lazily playing with my nipple "Dawn is right of course, it should be made plain so that there can be no errors. I know that you and your colleagues wish to...." He paused stealing himself to use the words that he hated, words he had probably never used his entire life. "Fuck...my wife. I would be very pleased if you did. I would like to see it at sometime if that is possible." A mixture of embarrassment and excitement tinged in his voice, his breathing becoming heavy. "I would dearly love for you to ....fuck the arse off her whenever you or she wishes. In all her holes if she desires. Pleasure her...."
"That's enough." I said, "If you want to spunk your pants thinking about it, do it at work not here in front of me, not this time."
"Yes dear. As you wish."
It was done. Now he was the true wimp cuckold, or nearly. Just one more thing for his submission to be complete. I stepped forward and leaning out I put my hands on the table. "Pete, fuck me. Now! I need it" And I was not exaggerating, I was wet and my pussy was throbbing so hard I thought they could all feel the vibrations
Pete hesitated for a second but with Cathy pulling his shorts down he was soon positioned behind me. He raised my skirt and without any pre amble thrust his huge cock into me. Graham was directly opposite me, he raised his head slightly to see what was happening. "God that feels so fuckin good. A huge cock rammed up my cunt. Oh he's gonna make me come."
I was so hot I almost come before his cock was in me; it was when Cathy undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and started playing and sucking on my nipples that I was thrust over the abyss into ecstatic orgasm. "Oh fuck yes. This is what a great cock can do; oh fucking hell, I'm coming oh harder harder. Suck that tit bitch suck it ohh fuck fuck I have wanted this all these years not a useless cock like you have you wimp fuck wanker ohhhhhhhh yeeeeesssss."
As I spewed out years of pent up frustration at Graham I crashed though my orgasm. I had never felt like this. I didn't lose conscientiousness, or even come close. This was all controlled I wanted him to see me being fucked, see me coming, and I wanted him to suffer the final humiliation, the final step into his total degradation. I wanted him to come in his pants.
"Turn you on does it you fuck, wanna come do you go on then do it. Oh Pete yes oh god yes, now Pete fill me now, come Pete let me feel your spunk in my cunt oh yes oh yes ohhhhhh."
When he did come, Pete was not quiet either. The only one in that room who came quietly was Graham. His hands on the table his head went back and the tears ran down his face. I could see his hips thrusting forward on the chair.
"Why don't you clean Pete up Cathy while I dish up breakfast."
Graham stood up and left the room. As we sat down to eat our breakfast I saw him leave for work. Pete still seemed to be dumbstruck, as soon as Graham had gone he said.
"What the fuck was that about? Not that it wasn't great. But what's going on?"
"You heard what he said. I am free to fuck whoever the hell I please and if he can watch now and then all the better. To put it another way he is a cuckold. He gets turned on by knowing, or seeing me being fucked." I laughed, "Not complaining are you?"