Lola Comes To Play With Us

--This story picks up with the same characters from "Cuckquean Waits to be of Use" It is a consensual story where the cuckquean enjoys being dominated and lightly degraded--

"Lola wants to come over and play again this weekend," John called to me from the bedroom. My pussy instantly started dripping at the thought. The kids were all going to be away this weekend so we had been talking about having some kinky fun but the timing of her visit couldn't have been more perfect. I finished applying moisturizer to my face and crawled into bed with him. He was glued to his phone, busy making plans with our little temptress. I nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and took his cock in my hand. He was already hard and throbbing from whatever they were messaging about. I squeezed my legs together imagining what she could be saying to get him so excited and felt painfully excited myself. Pre cum began to leak from his slit as he thrust his hips up into my hand.

"Put your mouth to work, slut," he nodded towards his raging hard-on and I flushed as I slid down his body, hungrily taking him into my mouth. My lips slid up and down just over the tip and he groaned and humped upwards. I took my cue and began working further down his shaft, sticking my tongue all the way out so it massaged the underside, just how he liked it. When the tip began to press up into my throat, I relaxed and kept going, until finally I held his entire length in my mouth. I fought the rising gag reflex as I kept him there, knowing how much he liked the way my throat spasmed around him. His fingers threaded through my hair and then he took control, pulling me up and then back down, hard. He fucked my face as he continued texting with the other hand. His eyes were glued to his phone screen as he shot rope after rope of cum into my mouth. He released my hair and slumped back against the bed, returning to two handed texting. He still hadn't looked down at me, a fact that raised a twinge of jealousy but made my pussy gush. I swallowed every drop he gave me and gently licked his softening cock, cleaning him as he finished making our weekend plans. I couldn't wait.

Friday evening rolled around. It had been 5 days since I was allowed to cum. Lola had texted me immediately after confirming her plans with John and told me I wasn't allowed to cum again until she came over and gave me permission. I was, of course, required to edge myself all week. If I came before she gave me permission, she told me I would only be allowed to lick her while John fucked her over my face. It didn't sound like much of a punishment to me but I knew if I could wait until the weekend, whatever scenario she cooked up would make me cum harder than I ever had in my life. I didn't want to risk missing out on that so I was very careful as I edged my needy pussy all week.

I had no idea what to expect as I cooked dinner for the 3 of us and pulled out a bottle of wine... and then a second for good measure. John offered to cook the salmon on the grill so I finished up the sides and took the wine outside to join him by the pool. For some reason I was nervous waiting for her. John noticed and wrapped his arms around me as I sipped my wine. "I'm so excited for tonight. Are you?" he whispered against my neck.

I shivered as I pressed up against his hard cock. "Very," I admitted as I began to grind my ass against him. His hand slipped down and began to rub me through my dress.

"I know you are, my little slut. You can't wait to properly be put in your place and be used by the two of us," he said. A moan involuntarily slipped from my lips as I pressed against his hand. I was so close. A few more seconds...

A barking sound behind us made both of us jump and John's traitorous hand fell away. I almost cried in frustration. "What do we have here?" Lola laughed.

John left my side and went to give her a quick kiss hello and took her overnight bag from her. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back toward her. She kissed him hungrily, molding her body against him. He groaned and dropped her bag, moving his hands to clutch her big firm ass and pull her tighter. I watched them make out, practically dripping. They weren't coming up for air anytime soon so I went and grabbed her bag and took it to the bedroom. When I came back Lola was sitting on a bar stool near the grill while John finished up cooking. She had my glass of wine in her hand so I poured myself a new one.

"Have you told her the plan for the weekend?" She asked. She turned her attention to me as I stood awkwardly sipping my wine. "It looked like you were only saved a punishment by my arrival but I'm assuming you have been able to keep a handle on your desperate desire to cum?"

I nodded and looked down at my feet, falling back into our play roles easily. "Yes, mistress."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut," she said and my eyes snapped back to her face immediately. She smirked and began playing with the wine glass stem. Her deft fingers slid up and down it and I noticed John's attention zeroing in on her hands as well. My pussy spasmed as I forced my gaze back to her lovely face. "We're going to start the weekend by enjoying this lovely dinner you've made us. But when it's time for dessert you will serve us and then take your rightful spot under the table. John's obviously all worked up over here so you can swallow his cum first and then lick my clit while I take my time enjoying dessert and another glass of wine."

I swallowed a groan, "Yes, mistress."

We enjoyed a relatively normal dinner, talking about our weeks, laughing about funny things her little one got up to, complaining about things our older kids got up to. She laughed and said she wasn't looking forward to the teenage years. The wine began to loosen all of us up and before we even reached dessert I was massaging her shoulders as she slid her foot sensually up John's leg. We could all see the stiff tent in his pants as she teased him.

"It's time for dessert, Mary," he nodded pointedly at his straining erection. I giggled and went to cut them each a slice of cake. When I returned they were making out again. His hand had crept up her leg and beneath the short hem of her little black dress. I placed the plates in front of them and crawled beneath the table. She was grasping at his button and zipper, trying to undo them with one hand as the other supported her on the chair as she rode John's hand, which had crept all the way between her legs and now had a finger thrusting in and out of her perfect pussy.

She finally gave up in frustration. "Get his cock out, slut," she ordered. She moved her other hand to brace herself as she writhed against his hand. "Fuck, John, baby, that feels so good."

His cock sprung forward as I released it and my head was instantly being pushed down. He started off rough, barely giving me a chance to get used to his length buried in my throat before thrusting in again. He was so wound up from her teasing that it didn't take long at all for him to tense up and fill my mouth with cum. She came at the same time, practically screaming as she rode his hand to completion. I heard my husband panting as he came down from his high, his cock still lodged firmly in my throat as I struggled for air. "Fuck, that was so hot," he sighed as I was finally released, gasping to catch my breath. They both stroked my hair as they came down, and I licked his shaft clean as they kissed tenderly above me.

We took a break for more drinks and some actual hydration. John started the fire pit as the solar lights clicked on. There was a slight chill in the air, the first hints of summer making way for fall. It was definitely too cold to swim but we soon found our way into the hot tub. We didn't bother with bathing suits, stripping down immediately as we climbed in. John grabbed me as I stepped off the step and placed me on his lap facing Lola. She settled herself on the opposite side from us and leaned back, thrusting her perky, firm tits above the water. I bit my lip as John began to gently stroke my breasts. She smirked and finished off her glass of wine.

"Poor little Mary is desperate to cum," she remarked to John, talking over me as if I didn't exist.

"Oh, I know," he chuckled. His fingers pinched my nipple and I moaned as I rubbed myself against him. His cock twitched halfheartedly beneath me, but couldn't be roused any further. "She's been a good girl edging all week though. Rubbing her needy little cunt as she imagined how we would use her this weekend."

I nearly came from his fingers on my breast alone as my eyes closed and I leaned back against him. He continued to tease me as he flicked and rubbed my nipples, backing off when I clearly wanted more. The wine began to get to me as I melted against him and I lost track of time as I gave into the sensation of his hands and the water. I was brought back to life as I felt his cock stiffening behind me and I broke myself from my reverie and opened my eyes.

Lola was seated on the side of the hot tub, one leg sprawled across the edge and the other supporting her, as she furiously rubbed her clit. Her eyes has been locked on John's but they latched onto mine as she realized my attention was on her. She crooked her finger at me and John released me as I moved towards her beautiful pussy on display. She removed her finger and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face tight against her. I flattened my tongue and gave it my all, as she held my head in place. She rode my tongue with a fury, just using my head to grind herself against and find her pleasure. I tried discreetly adjusting myself so one of the jets reached my aching clit but John knew what I was doing and pushed me away with his knee. I practically sobbed as she came hard, thrusting her hips in small circles against my face and sighing in contentment.

"What a good little whore," she murmured, patting my cheek before gently pushing me away. My neglected clit throbbed in frustration.

John pushed himself up onto the side of the hot tub now, his cock pointing angrily upwards. He crooked his finger at me now and I swam/slid over towards him. I started leaning down to take him in my mouth but he stopped me. I felt Lola's hands sliding around me and holding my breasts from underneath. She held them out towards him like an offering as he began to fist himself. His eyes were locked on hers as he stroked his cock. I watched his hand circle the tip before moving back down and I whined, wishing it was in my mouth. Suddenly I was being pushed forward as they leaned in to kiss one another. His fist kept pumping right above my breasts before he groaned and shook as he dribbled cum all over my chest. The sounds above were muffled as they kissed passionately and teased one another with their tongues. My pussy ached and throbbed as I clenched my legs together for some relief.

Lola sighed as she released me and started climbing out of the hot tub. John watched her perky ass the entire time before following. I climbed out last and put the lid back on the hot tub. Lola had wrapped herself in a towel and held out a towel for me. I stepped into her embrace and she helped towel me off. "How are you doing?" She whispered as her hands teased all up and down my body.

"So good, mistress," I promised.

She kissed the top of my head. "And we still have the whole weekend ahead of us," she smiled mischievously as she led us all into the house.

To be continued...