"Come over here. Have a seat! Have a seat!"
I walked into the living room, feeling like I had just woken up from a dream. The ever-present fog of living under Sophie's influence had been whisked away and I felt like I was thinking clearly for the first time in months. With that clarity, I became aware of just how nude I was. I was also fresh out of alternatives so I just awkwardly held my junk in my hands. My cock was still rock hard and the coverage was less than perfect.
Hannah and I both took a seat on the couch opposite the strange man in our living room. He was older than the rest of us by a decade or two and he was reclining in a chair like he owned the place. Despite a head of hair that was graying at the edges, the man still looked like a movie star. He was calmly taking in the sight of us. I felt heat rush to my cheeks. Standing there under his gaze felt so overwhelming. I couldn't put words to it, except that it felt just like having Sophie's attention. You can feel every cell in your body practically thrumming when Sophie is concentrating on you. This man, whoever he was, had the same effect. Only it was somehow more overpowering.
The dream-like feeling of the moment continued when I saw that Sophie was kneeling at his feet and gazing up at him like an adoring pet. How the fuck did he manage that? I wondered. Who the hell do you have to be to have Sophie on her knees? I felt a pit settle in my stomach when I realized that Hannah and I had thoughtlessly obeyed this man's command also. I glanced over at Hannah and she looked just as shell-shocked as I felt.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The man smiled. "I am sorry for dropping in like this. Please relax. I'm an old friend of Sophie's." Despite myself, I did relax. The queasy feeling in my stomach evaporated. I noticed Hannah unwind a bit. She settled into the couch.
On the floor, Sophie was bouncing up and down. "Please Daddy!" she begged in a voice I'd never heard come out of her mouth before. He nodded and she instantly reached for his belt and started undoing it.
"My name is Declan," he said looking back at me and Hannah. My gaze kept flicking from his face to the sight of my wife Sophie, pulling his cock out of his pants and slurping up his length like he was the only one in the room. I felt my chest grow tight and my face flame with jealousy. I think his command to relax was the only thing keeping me in my seat.
Declan noticed me watching. "Oh, don't mind her. She can't help herself. Maybe later they'll be time for you two to give her a hand."
"Do you think?" Hannah said. She sounded absolutely desperate for the chance to kneel in front of Declan and offer up her mouth.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt myself warming up to it. I didn't know this Declan at all. He entered my home and ordered me around while my wife sucked him off. I should have been pissed. I should have been freaking out. But I wasn't. I felt safe with him. He was in control. It was just a fact of the universe. I didn't think I'd ever get on my knees for a man, but maybe for him I could. I watched as Sophie licked up his thick shaft. No, I could definitely see myself doing that.
Declan smiled, "We can get back to that later. You two aren't my toys to play with. I have to remember that. But like all good Daddies, if I see a toy being mistreated, I have to step in. So that's why I decided to drop by."
"I'm sure you're both wondering what the hell is going on."
We nodded in unison.