Harry Comes to Stay

This is a continuation of the story 'my new wife and the team'. Harry starts his own group chat, with just Scarlett, He and I. Our service and submission gets a lot more personal.

Once a week I have to visit my office, contractually have to make the journey, regardless of whether I'm needed and it's always dull. Today would be very different indeed however. I stared into my monitor, reading the same email I had been for the last ten minutes, trying to make sense of it. The buzz of my phone disturbed me, I reached into my work bag to read the notification. Probably Scarlett wondering if I'll pick something up on my way home. As it turns out, I'd missed a couple of messages, I read quickly to catch up.

*Buzz*

Harry created a new group chat.

Harry: How's my favorite couple today?

Scarlett: We're OK! You? Philip's in the office, I'm working from home today.

Harry: Yeah, not bad. I forgot to pick up my kit on Sunday! I need to call in and pick it up if that's OK?

Scarlett: Oh! Yeah you did! No problem.

Harry: I had a LOT of fun on Sunday, you two are great together.

Scarlett: Aww thanks!

I jumped into the conversation at this point.

Me: Thanks! We had fun too! It's almost surreal but, lots of fun, in a scary way haha!

Harry: I hope I'm not overstepping the mark here, and I don't want to push my luck but, I'd quite like to see more of you both... what can I say, I'm greedy. Don't ask, don't get :)

Me: Oh! Erm, what were you thinking?

Harry: I'm not sure, but I feel like there's dynamic between us that works, and I've always wanted to own a couple...

Scarlett: Oh, FUCK!

Harry: Maybe I read you guys wrong, if I did, I'm sorry.

Scarlett: No, that's hot!

Me: Fuck, that is quite hot.

Me: It's kinda big though... I just. Maybe we can try it our for a bit? Like a couple of weeks?

Scarlett: I agree.

Harry: Starting now?

Me: Ugh, Yes?

Scarlett: PHILIP! You pervert ;)

Scarlett: And Yes.

Harry: Glad we all agree! Thanks you two! I was nervous to suggest it, but I'm glad I did! I respect that you guys are married, so there'll be some figuring out to do, but I think It'll be good while it lasts.

I messaged Scarlett separately to make sure she was OK with all this, we had spoken about an arrangement like this not long after we met, and discussed how deep my submissive side can sink. We agreed that it was fun to play, and that we were secure in each other's love, and decided we'd see where this was going to take us.

Me: We agree!

Harry: Good, So, to be clear, you're mine now...

Harry: Actually, Philip, I'm gonna call you 'Cuck' now.

Fuck, I thought. My Stomach turned over and my heart raced.

Me: OK

Scarlett: I think you're forgetting how much you'll enjoy being called that...

Me: Ugh... you're right, thank you.

Harry: I was going to ask, but I don't need to, I'll be over later to pick up my stuff. I think I'll make a night of it, join you two to watch some TV. I recently went through a break up actually, so the company will be nice, I have a few frustrations to work through.

Harry: Actually, what time will you finish work Scarlett?

It was 4 PM, I would be done in half an hour or so but needed to drive the hour home.

Scarlett: 5 :)

Harry: I'll be there.

At 4.29, my bag was packed, laptop off, and I ran to the car. Just out of the door, I stopped, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A video call from Scarlett. I answered, there she was in her Percy Pig pajamas, as was usual when she worked from home, laying on her tummy she was smiling as I answered.

"Hi Sweetpea" I opened with

"Hi You."

"I'm on my way home, just leaving now"

Scarlett looked up at something.

"I know, Harry's here already, he wanted us to call and say Hi..

Fuck, I thought. Scarlett moved the phone, now in the picture were Scarlett's hands, Harry's naked thighs and his enormous cock, which he held. With his other hand reached down behind Scarlett's head. Scarlett looked up again before talking to me.

I heard a voice off camera. "Well, suck my cock then...'

Scarlett bit her lip, smiled and took him in her dainty little fingers, her nail polish had chipped slightly since I'd chosen the colour a few days ago. Scarlett struggled a little, it took concentration, and she moistened her lips in advance, taking Harry in her mouth while looking into the camera at me. I heard Harry's voice off camera again.

"Hi Cuck, better hurry home, you don't want to miss anything do you?"

I watched his hand on the tiny screen direct Scarlett's head up down on his cock.

"Say bye to hubby Scarlett..." He instructed.

Scarlett Tried her best to talk around Harry's dick

"Bye".

A moan followed the word, I saw her eyes roll as she ended the call. I raced home, breaking almost every speed limit. Harry's car was in front of hour house, I parked on the drive as usual, and ran to the door, almost panting, my heart racing. I opened the door, the house was silent. I figured they must be in the living room. I braced myself and walked in slowly. The sofa faced away from me, so I had to walk around the side of it to greet them. Harry's head laid back over the top of the plump sofa cushions, Scarlett sat beside Harry, leaned into his lap, still servicing our guest. Harry breathed heavily.

"Finally, I've been waiting."

His hand continued to guide Scarlett's head. I could hear her wet mouth and the occasional whimper. Harry began to push Scarlett's head further, and faster, this was no longer a gentle blowjob. Scarlett began to gag a little, there was no way she could take all of him, but she was clearly attempting to anyway. Her eyes scrunched as she struggled. Harry began to pant. He addressed me through his heavy breathing and light moans.

"I've been telling Scarlett about my breakup, Cuck"

He continued

"It's left me feeling a bit neglected to be honest, but Scarlett's going to bridge the gap for me."

"Why don't you get comfy next to your wife?"

I sat beside her, and placed my hand just above her knee, as I usually do. Harry reached for the TV remote, turning it on, browsing through the channels, occasionally pausing to focus on his control of what Scarlett was doing. He let her pause for a moment, she gasped, and spat on Harry's cock, saliva ran down it. She must have caught me staring.

"Watch the TV, Philip..." she said, her voice breaking, she cleared her throat.

"Your wife's a little busy, Cuck, I shouldn't be too much longer."

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to be staying over tonight... OHHHHH FUUUUU...."

Harry began to tighten, his breathing quickened. He groaned very loudly, almost a shout as he came. Scarlett stayed in place, lips tight around Harry. She swallowed, closing her eyes, and then again as she began to sit upright.

"Are you gonna welcome your husband home from work?"

Harry asked. Again, Scarlett cleared her throat and leaned in for a kiss.

"Hi You!"

I immediately kissed her, tasking Harry's salty cum still on her lips. She touched my forearm, stroking her nails over my shirt as he did.

"Can you get me a drink please?"

Not knowing what to say I made for the kitchen and poured her a glass of cold sparkling orange. I didn't dare fill the glass as my hands were shaking. I carried it carefully back to the loving room where Scarlett had placed a cushion close to Harry's legs as was laid, under a blanket, watching TV. She lifter her feet, allowing me to sit, and replaced them on top of my knees. I rubbed her legs and feet as I always do, It was such a surreal moment.

"Your wife's hair is so soft, Cuck." Harry stated after about 30 minutes, his fingers playing with Scarlett's locks.

"You're very lucky"

"I know." I replied, looking into Scarlett's eyes.

"I was... well, Harry was thinking..." Scarlett began saying, she seemed nervously excited.

"...that, He and I will sleep in bed tonight, and you can maybe stay in here? Or if you want maybe on the floor beside the bed?"

She reached out for my hand, as if she knew what she was saying was hurting. I smiled back, looking into her eyes, we both knew it was a fun hurt.

"Can I stay in the bedroom?" I asked.

Scarlett looked at Harry, who nodded. Scarlett looked back at me smiling.

"OK, just, you might hear and see some things."

"I know." I squeezed her hand. "It's OK."

Scarlett returned to laying on the sofa, I could see Harry's hand brush past her waist, and begin stroking her thigh. She began to wriggle a little. I could feel her breathing getting a little heavier. I can always tell when Scarlett starts to squirm. Harry's hand explored further up her thigh, delicately his fingertips aiming to part her legs slightly. I could see Scarlett getting nervous again, I watched as Harry pulled at her arm, signifying that she should move.

"Come sit on my lap."

Scarlett shuffled over to Harry, and straddled his lap, her palms resting on his shoulders. His hands on her waist, he ran them under her pajama top touching her pale, soft skin. She began to squirm and wriggle in his lap. Harry Squeezed Scarlett's delicate breasts. She began to squirm, and sigh, looking aver at me she bit the tip of her finger nervously.

"Look what I'm doing to her Cuck, look familiar?"

I swallowed nervously, and meekly said "Yes,"

"Are you getting needy Scarlett?" Harry held his head back to look at Scarlett who was practically grinding on our owner's lap now.

"Mmmm Hmmm" Scarlett looked into his eyes as she agreed.

"All that greedy cock sucking got you all worked up didn't it?"

"Yeah, kinda, a bit, yeah." Scarlett admitted nervously.

I watched this conversation unfold, It was so painful, but at the same time the danger was so incredibly hot.

"Shall we go to bed?"

"Fuck, OK.

"Ask me then..."

Scarlett looked at me, I must have seemed horrified, Decision time Scarlett, I thought. She paused in thought.

"Please will you take me to bed? She placed her arms around Harry's neck and placed a very delicate kiss on his lips. I'd lost her, at least for a little while. She was his at this moment.

Harry stood, and has he did so Scarlett slipped down him, until her little frilly sock covered feet hit the carpet. He held her hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom. Hurriedly I collected sofa cushions and the blanket and struggled up the stairs behind them, my cargo catching on doorframes and walls as I tried my best to catch up. I entered the room behind them.

"Well close the door Philip..."

Scarlett had embraced how mean she knew I'd imagined her being. I dropped my cushions and closed the door. Returning to the space I'd dropped them and scrabbled on the floor attempting to arrange them into something that resembled a mattress. Harry held Scarlett at the foot of the bed and kissed her deeply. Hands roaming, he began undressing her, first unbuttoning her pajama top, and carefully removing it from her shoulders.

"Come here, Cuck."

I dashed over.

"Hold this for her." Harry passed me her top, as he pushed Scarlett back toward the bed until she had to sit upon it. He pushed her back so she laid, and tugged at her pajama bottoms, removing them, passing them to me also. He grabbed at her arms, and pulled her up, arms around her he removed her bra, throwing it at me. Finally, he got to his knees, and pulled at her panties, pulling them all the way down past her ankles, removing them.

"Oh, wow" He said looking at them. "Hold these, it's the closest you're getting tonight."

Scarlett Giggled. Harry leaned into Scarlett and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle. Scarlett looked over at me, standing there, holding her clothes.

"Fold them for me, Cuck" She smiled as she said the words.

I folded them neatly, and placed the on the chair by her dresser. I placed the bra on top, followed by her panties, I felt the wetness in my finders, Scarlett was dripping.

Harry and Scarlett were already in our marital bed by now, I stood at the end of the bed, like I was furniture.

Scarlett's dainty finger pointed out from the duvet.

"On your bed!"

She directed as though I was a disobedient puppy and considering me was a task. I knelt in the middle of my cushions, looking up at the bed like a meerkat in the desert. Harry's hands were all over Scarlett. He kissed her neck, her breasts. I saw her hands grip at the bedsheets, Her little toes curling and legs kicking at the duvet which fell crumpled to the floor. I saw Harry return to kissing her breasts, her tiny nipples erupted from her breasts as he sucked and pinched them. Scarlett's arms and legs wrapped around Harry as she attempted to pull him toward her, it was clear how much she wanted to feel him again. Harry's hips rocked; I heard the gasp as Harry entered her.

"Stop staring Cuck." Harry spoke with authority as he began to thrust inside Scarlett, her legs still wrapped around him. Scarlett moaned and giggled.

"Go to sleep Philip." Scarlett panted through the words.

I laid down on my uncomfortable bed, listening to the moans and groans as they continued. I heard Scarlett's wetness around Harry's cock. Again I heard Harry whisper in Scarlett's ear, a giggle followed.

"You can smell my panties if you want Philip, you pervert."

I could hear the smile on her face as she said the words. I reached out to the pile of clothing beside me, and grabbed at the panties neatly folded on top. I held them over my mouth and face, and breathed heavily, laying on my side, facing the creaking bed. Her scent filled my nose, I could taste her. The noise from the rocking bed became fast and vigorous, the moans grew louder, each of them desperate for each other.

"Oh, FUCK you're so DEEP!"

"Oh fuck, I'm close, I'm going to cum!"

As Scarlett came, I heard the scratch of her nails against the bed sheets, heard hear deep moans, Harry continued to thrust deep inside her.

"Ohhhhh FUCK, I'm going to cum, tell your husband where I'm going to cum!"

"He's going to cum inside me baby, is that OK? I'm sorry!"

Harry let out an almighty groan, his orgasm lasted for thirty seconds or so before I heard him collapse beside Scarlett in our bed. I heard the duvet rustle and Scarlett lean forward. She pulled off her socks, and dropped them onto the floor beside the bed where I was laid. Finally she laid on her back in bed.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

Scarlett turned to face me, her head hung over from the bed, her hair messy from the pillow.

"Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite!" She smiled as the words left her lips, returning to her pillow.

A sound from the bed woke me. Hands against the sheets. I lay still, looking at my watch, I saw that it was 3 AM. The room was dark, but for the street light bleeding through the curtains. I heard the rubbing and grabbing from beneath the sheets again.

"No, It's late, I'm too tired!"

"I don't care!, bend the fuck over for me!"

I looked up at the bed. Scarlett was moving into position, still sleepy, yawning. She rested on her forearms, Head overhanging the bed. Harry was knelt behind her. Scarlett looked down and saw that I was awake and sitting up a little. She placed her index finger to her lips; I understood I needed to be quiet. Harry was inside Scarlett so quickly, and began thrusting immediately. No gentle warm up. Again I was subjected to Scarlett's moans, I saw the expressions on her face this time, her fingers grabbing at the edge of the mattress.

"Is cucky awake?" I heard Harry's voice.

Fuck, caught.

Scarlett bit her lip, "Yes, he is." She whispered to me "sorry!"

"Tell him how deep I am..."

"Oh, He's so deep!"

"I get what I want, don't I?"

"Yes, you do! Ugghhhhhhhhh"

Harry continued to fuck Scarlett as he made his statement and asked rhetorical questions intended to keep us both in our place.

"I'm going to he here a LOT" Harry panted.

"Whatever you want!" Scarlett moaned.

"Oh well, if that's true, you can get me a key for your house can't you?"

Scarlett let out a moan and a panicked "Oh FUCK!"

"That way I can come whenever and kick your husband out of bed, can't I?"

This last statement tipped Scarlett over the edge, she pushed back against Harry and moaned loudly as she came. Harry began to moan under his breath.

"Come here, slut."

Scarlett did so, turning over onto her back in just enough time for harry to stroke his cock and shoot cum across her face and naked breasts.

"Ugghhhhh fuck" Harry let out a deep breath before collapsing back down into bed.

A giggling Scarlett sat up, about to go to our ensuite to clean up.

"No, you stay like that." Harry instructed.

A tired Scarlett laid back down in bed, her eyes red from tiredness. Her little, limp arm flopped out from the duvet, I met it, and wrapped my little finger around hers. Scarlett leaned over the edge and pouted, I met her lips with a delicate kiss.

The morning came, my a happy coincidence I wasn't due to start work until mid-morning. Scarlett was just starting to stir, I sat up in my 'bed'. Harry's arm was around Scarlett's waist. I rubbed my eyes. Scarlett yawned and moved her fringe from her eyes. I passed her glasses to her from the bedside table. Harry turned over, and touched Scarlett's hair before rubbing his own eyes and smiling.

"Breakfast cuck!" Harry instructed "Coffee, maybe some toast."

The night had clearly not changed this dynamic, and He wasn't tired of us.

I made the toast, the coffee, and brought Scarlett a cold drink. Scared to enter the room, incase Harry had decided on Scarlett for breakfast. I opened the door carefully and was met with the sight of a fully dressed Harry, who advised that he had to leave soon. Placing the tray on the bed for him, I moved my hand from beneath it, showing that I was holding a key. I placed it on his breakfast tray beside the fresh coffee.

Officially, we were owned.