Cuckquean Waits To Be Of Use

"May I get out of the tub now, mistress?"

She had told me to stay there until they were ready for me to clean them up. But the bath had long grown cold as I watched them fucking in every position imaginable. The candlelight cast long shadows on the headboard behind them and every time I caught sight of the silhouette of her perfect breasts I had to squeeze my legs together.

I thought back on how I had ended up in this position... how a totally "normal" suburban housewife was shivering in her large soaker tub in the dark, watching a young, sexy Latina ride her husband.

John and I had recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary and were closer than ever. We had sex every day and recently had started sharing fantasies and role playing exciting scenarios that had both our hearts racing. And then a vivid dream had me sharing a cuckquean fantasy and we slowly began to explore the possibilities. Lola and I met in an online forum and we played together online for a while before we all finally met in person. We only saw her about once a month or so but when we did we all had a lot of fun playing out some of our fantasies.

She didn't turn and look in my direction as she continued bouncing up and down on my husband's cock. "Oh is wifey getting cold?" She laughed. "What do you think, John? Should we let her dry off and lay on the floor until we're ready for her?"

I couldn't hear his reply as he grabbed her hips and began pistoning himself deep inside her. She moaned and leaned back, thrusting her perky little tits towards the sky.

My teeth began to chatter as I continued to watch, desperately squeezing my legs together. As he slowed down and she continued to grind his cock into her pussy, she called over her shoulder, "Very well, slut. Dry off and get in here."

I eagerly rose to my knees and pulled the drain. Grabbing the white fluffy towel off its hook, I tiptoed into the room, trying not to disturb them. I made to sit in the chair and she whipped her head toward me. "I said lay on the floor until we're ready to make use of you," she snapped.

"Yes mistress," I said, and curled up on my side on the hardwood floor. I could barely see him from this vantage point but it forced me to see her as he would. She looked like a goddess there above him. Her creamy skin glowed in the candlelight and her silhouette was straight off a trucker's mud flap. I felt awed as I watched her throw her head back and moan.

"Fuck, John, I'm so close, baby," she said and I caught sight of his large hands reaching forward and grabbing her backside. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her tight against him. "Fuck, fill me up with your cum. Give me every last drop so your wife can eat it out of me," she snickered.

I had to wrap my arms around myself to keep my hands away from my pussy as she locked eyes with me.

"Tell me how much you want to come inside me, baby," she purred. "You wish you had this pussy to fuck all the time don't you?"

"Oh fuck yes," my husband groaned. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum. I wish I could fuck this pussy every single day."

"Beg your husband to cum in me, slut."

My heart raced. "Please, baby. Please cum all up inside her so I can clean you both up."

"Not good enough," she snapped. "Try again!"

"Pleeeeeease," I whined. "Please fuck her tight little pussy and cum deep inside her."

"Scream my name when you cum, baby. Let your wife hear who this cock belongs to tonight."

This sent him over the edge and he practically roared as he thrust up into her, spasming as his cock shot stream after stream into her tight little cunt. "Fuuuuuuck, LOLA!" He groaned.

She shot me a look of triumph as she rode out his aftershocks. She rolled off of him and presented herself towards me on the edge of the bed. She snapped her fingers and nodded towards her dripping cunt.

I shuffled forward on my knees and kissed my way up her inner thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John move on the bed so he had a better vantage point.

She grew impatient with my slow movement up her legs and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Clean up the cum your husband made for me," she said, and then she was shoving my head between her legs. My tongue dove inside her as she ground my nose against her clit. "Oh yeah, get all up in there. Be a good little clean up slut for us." Her grip on my hair loosened as her hands moved to either side of my head. She held my face in place as she bucked up against me.

I could tell she was still close and let my tongue slide up to circle her clit. I brought my hand up and teased her lips with one finger. First just the outside and then a quick dip inside before I plunged my finger all the way into her. I curled my finger up to that spot on her inner wall that she loved and doubled down on my attack on her clit with my tongue. I sucked it gently between my teeth before returning to those broad flat strokes with my tongue.

"Fuck yes, make me cum, bitch. Be our little cum rag," she moaned and then her entire body was spasming beneath me as her climax hit her. Her muscular thighs clamped down on my head as she thrust against my face. I couldn't breathe as she ground herself into me.

Finally she loosened her grip with her legs and I came up panting for air. My finger slowed its assault on her gspot as I gently thrust in and out but I didn't remove it until she pushed my head away from her. She moved back to the center of the bed and lay across John's chest, her dark hair falling in a wave across him. "Now clean my juices off your husband's cock," she ordered.

I crawled onto the bed and lay between my husband's legs. His cock twitched halfheartedly as her fingers traced circles across his chest. His eyes were closed and he moaned as I took him into my mouth. Musky, sour... but also sweet and earthy. I had grown used to tasting her on my husband's cock and I eagerly licked up and down and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. He began to harden in my mouth and I felt fingers threading through my hair. I looked up to see them making out above me. His tongue thrust into her mouth as the hand pushed me further down onto his cock. It took me a moment to realize it must be Lola's hand, as the hand not holding her against him was tweaking her nipples as she moaned. She writhed and pressed her body against him as she shoved my head down, gagging me on his cock.

She yanked my head back abruptly and led me off the bed by my hair. "On your knees, slut," she ordered.

I obeyed and a moment later John was standing in front of me, feeding me his cock. Lola came up behind me and shoved me down as she pressed her body up against him again. I could hear their moans and the wet sounds of kissing above me as she thrust her hips against the back of my head. I could feel John's balls tightening up as his climax crept closer. As he thrust into my throat, pushing me between them, he reached forward and gripped her full hips as he came for the second time that night. I eagerly swallowed every drop and smiled up at them. They both looked down at me with affection. Lola patted me on the head. "You did a good job, slut. You may lay on the floor with your vibrator and cum as many times as you want. But tomorrow it's back to edging only. You may not touch your dripping cunt again until I say so."