The Joys of Cleaning Wenches

Husband and wife become beholden to their friend

Previously, Alice and Frank handed over very incriminating films of themselves to their friend Paul. These were used to get them to perform more sexual actions as punishment but Frank and Alice enjoyed themselves far too much.

Several days passed before getting another text from Paul's usual phone.

I need some help moving furniture so I can have a room painted while Lucy is away. Are you able to help a friend out on Saturday?

I wanted to look at our calendar to make sure we didn't have any other obligations. Alice, on the other hand, lit up at the opportunity. She was obviously longing to feel that massive cock of his entering her.

I am sure we can. What time shall we be with you?

The reply came back promptly:

I don't want to cause any problems or mess you around.

"That's awful nice of him to say," I said sarcastically. The reply she typed said she wanted to be messed around:

It will be no problem, I can assure you. You can mess with, and take advantage of, us any way you want given the problems we have caused you!!! We want to make you happy at your place.

"Steady, there, Alice. Let's not commit more than we're willing to do. You really want to offer that? I don't want to give him ideas about..." Her hitting the SEND button before I could finish gave me her answer. "about doing things we might regret" I trailed off.

Great. About 9am should be fine,

came the reply.

Alice looked at me with a smile. "I think we best get some exercise before this weekend." With that, she started to take off my clothes. Well, who can say NO to that type of exercise!!

Saturday arrived. Alice put on one of her better dresses and blouse. "Not sure those are the best for moving furniture!"

She looked at me. "You heard him. The competition for his attention is pretty strong. I want to look my best to ensure we stay... friends." She smiled.

"I thought we had a pretty good exercise session..."

"I think you need to make that it is 'we'. It was rather light going for me. I want a workout with a real man." She came over and grabbed my crotch. "Yeah, as I thought. Still not loads there." That put me in my place.

We headed over to Paul's with great anticipation only to be crushed as we approached his house:

Sorry, been called away for the day. Can you help and keep an eye on the painters? Glad you don't mind being taken advantage of.

"Well," sighed Alice, "hopefully he will be back sooner rather than later."

We went in, introduced ourselves and started helping move the furniture around. They started to get set up for the painting. We felt a bit awkward in Paul's house. We had, of course, been there as his guests along with Lucy. Now, though, we were kind of trapped.

Then we got a text from Paul's other number.

I promised the painters a full English breakfast along with a dessert. Thanks for providing. If not, I can provide them something another day that might satisfy them.

We looked at each other. "What do you suppose that means?" I looked at Alice.

Alice looked confused as well. "You don't think he possibly means..."

I took a depth breath. "You were the last dessert he had," I said a bit harshly.

"But surely he wouldn't make us do that! I mean that's way beyond friendship."

"Not considering what he has on us to 'provide them something another day'!"

There was silence as we both looked at the text.

"How in the hell do we do that with two total strangers?" There was some worry in her voice.

"Not sure. Let's think about it while we look in the kitchen for what we can make them for breakfast." We found all the fixes for the full English and got to work.

I went out to the guys to let them know their promised English breakfast would be ready in about 10 minutes.

"Great. And the dessert?"

We hadn't discussed this part of the lunch so I didn't have a ready answer. "Well, it will be a full English rose, of course!"

"We'd like to see that first so we can be sure of what we're getting."

"No problem. I'm sure." With that I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen. "They're ready for lunch. And, um, um..."

"'Um' what," demanded Alice.

"They want to see what they're having for dessert." She looked shocked. "I told them they were having an English Rose for dessert."

"What!"

"Well, it's all I could think of on the spur of the moment. So um, um, you best take off your clothes."

I was a mass of contradictions. Alice had set this up by her cravings for Paul's cock. So what were another couple up her cunt? But then, we at least knew Paul. Other than helping moving furniture, we didn't know these guys from Adam. They knew I was her husband. So what would they think of me? But then there was the humiliation Alice would feel of being naked in front of strangers. And then there was what Paul would do with what we had given him.

At this point, the guys came to the kitchen. Alice's face showed she was as conflicted as I was.

"Well, gentleman, I understand from my husband you want to see the English Rose you're going to have for dessert."

"That's right," one of them smiled.

"Well, my husband and I were wondering if that was really necessary. I mean, we're happy to pay you for all the work you're doing. Paul doesn't need to know about our arrangement."

The two blokes looked at each other. "Money's not really the issue. We've got lots of clients who pay us well. We were promised something special for this job and we expect to have it. And we don't like having to negotiate for it."

The other one looked at me. "So, you're her husband?" I nodded. My heart went into my throat. "Must be something really special on offer." They looked at Alice.

I decided to take the lead. "Go ahead Alice, show them your rose." I said this as sternly as I could.

She started very slowly.

"Speed it up, whatever you're doing. "We don't have all day!" They laughed again.

I looked at Alice, who now had a very worried face. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. I then grabbed her skirt, tights and knickers and pulled them down to her ankles.

"Is this sufficient or do you want her clothes completely removed so you can see all of the rose?" I was trying to get some humour into this increasingly terrible situation. Alice started to squirm.

"That's just perfect," No 1 painter said as he got up. I could see the bulge in his trousers.

"Now, take off your clothes," demanded the other one.

I complied without hesitation.

They both laughed when they saw my hairless body. "Yep, just as I thought. A spineless wimp. And hairless, no less! This is much more special than we expected. This is going to be much more fun than I ever expected."

"Now hold her steady so she doesn't spoil the view," the other painter said.

My mind was buzzing. He pulled out a massive tool as he got close to Alice. I moved behind her, wrapped my legs around hers and held her arms a loft. "No, no..." Alice was panicking until she felt the monster enter her. "Oh my god," she sighed.

"Do you want me to stop and have your husband let you go?"

"No, no. Make him hold me tighter so I can't escape that massive tool of yours."

"You heard her, wimp."

I did my best to hold her in place while he pumped away on her. It was both degrading and exhilarating to feel the power of him plunging into Alice's cunt and the pleasure she was getting from it.

"Oh please fuck me some more. Don't stop just because of my pathetic husband."

"Jesus, Mick, she must be some kind of whore!!"

"Well, let's find out."

"No," I pleaded, "we don't need..."

"Shut up, pencil prick. So lady, are you a bitch wanting to get fucked?"

Alice hesitated. "You're dead right on that one." Alice panted. "For a man like you, I'm your bitch to fuck with all day long!" I felt another powerful surge as the painter drove his tool home. Alice let out a wail and then her body exploded. I couldn't hold onto her she was shaking so. I had to let her fall into him. He put his arms around her and carried her over to the wall. He ground himself into her again.

"Oh, my god. Fuck your bitch some more. Don't stop. I want another fucking orgasm."

This time, he thrust himself in and pinned her hard against the wall. "I can just about taste your cum you're so far in me. I can't believe how wonderful this feels." With that, she gave out another scream and her body shuddered.

Mick stepped away after a few moments. Alice moaned pleasantly as she slid to the floor. I looked on in awe as even flaccid his cock was huge. He tucked himself into his trousers with a grand smile.

"Have you left anything for me," the other asked with a smile.

"Let's find out. Can you lift up your wife, pencil prick, and hold her properly? Or is that pencil of yours in the way?"

I just stood there unable to move. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I was mortified by seeing Alice used like this. But my comparatively tiny prick was rock hard.

"I have a better idea," the other one piped up. He shot out of the kitchen and came back with a rope and steps.

He put up the steps in front of some cabinets, opened the doors, gave them a good shake and said "These'll do." He threw the rope around them. "Okay, Mick, pick her up and give me her wrists. I'll tie her up so no one has to hold her up."

"Think that's really okay? I mean it leaves her at our mercy."

The other painter smiled. "She said it herself. She's happy to be our bitch to be fucked with. So let's do it!!!" Mick didn't need any convincing. He picked up Alice and they strung her up. I couldn't see her face, of course. I just heard her moan softly. She was just hanging there, looking like a piece of meat. I hadn't see anything so erotic in my life.

"So, what do you think, pencil prick? Does she look like a bitch fit to fuck?"

"She certainly does," I purred.

"Glad you think so." He stepped over to her. Instead of pulling out his cock, though, he started to mash her tits. Her body jolted at the shock. He then started to pull her nipples so that her tits became cones.

Alice started breathing very heavily. "That's hurting. Please don't do that." she whimpered.

"Too bad," he said. "I thought that's what bitches were for." He pulled further and then let them go. Alice gave out a sigh of relief. He then filled his mouth with one tit and then went to the other. Alice found this much more pleasurable.

"You just like your tits being played with, little bitch?"

"Oh, yes," she moaned. The bloke smiled and went back to mashing and pulling on her tits.

"Okay, pencil prick, I've warmed up enough. Pull down my trousers so I fuck this bitch."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. "Best do it, pencil prick or we'll have to..."

"No, no." I moved over to the other painter and stood behind him. I reached my arms around him, undid his trousers and pulled them down. Though I did fear their threat, I also was getting a rush out of being so humiliated. My little prick never felt so hard.

Once I got his trousers down, I could again see how deficient I was. Alice once again moaned with pleasure as sunk his manhood into her. He wasn't as big as Mick, but he was much bigger than me! And Alice reacted accordingly.

"Wonderful. I love being your fucking bitch. Do whatever you want with my hole."

"I want to play with more than just your hole. I like playing with those jugs of yours too."

There was silence. Then the flood started. "Oh yes, play with them any way you want. Pull, push, mash, bash. I'm your bitch to do with as you please. Just to it!!!!" She then thruster herself towards him as best she could, dangling from the cabinets, her blouse over her head and her skirt and tights wrapped around her ankles. It was a surprisingly enjoyable sight to see!

He slowly moved in and out her in rhythm to her moans. He ground himself into her and then pulled out as she was about to explode. He then went for her tits. He grabbed both jugs in his large hands and squeezed them firmly. Alice inhaled. He then put his other hand into her pussy. He was doing things I would never have dreamed doing. And Alice seemed to be lapping it up. She had another orgasm.

"What a hot bitch this is. She sure likes being fucked by anything and any way!" They both laughed.

He then rammed home his now throbbing cock and wrapped his arms around her body squeezing her hard. This sent them both into side splitting orgasms.

He pulled out with a smile and Alice just hung there limp.

"I guess lunch is over!" They both laughed. Mick looked at me. "You best clean all this up. We have to get back to work."

I had cleaned out Paul's cum from Alice's love box. There was easily twice as much cum. And twice as many men to humiliate myself in front of. But there was nothing for it. They had me by the short and curlies I didn't have. I went in front of Alice, got down on my knees and looked at the cum oozing out of her. I put out my tongue and proceeded to lick the cum tracks running down her thighs.

"My god, Mick, look at him lick up our cum. Never thought a man would do such a thing!"

"He's not a man. He's a pencil prick cum sucker!!" Now they really laughed.

"Yeah. Playing a bit rough with his misses was good fun. She really seemed to like it. But I just meant for him to clean up the breakfast stuff and maybe wiper her down. I'd never dream of telling a bloke to lick up my cum from his wife."

I just about collapsed in shame. "But as he seems to like it, let's go for it. Hey pencil prick, crawl over here and clean me up."

There was nothing left for me to do except obey. I crawled over on my knees and took him in my mouth. I just squeezed my lips around has shaft, used my tongue to lick what was in my mouth and then pulled away. Though the taste was awful, being forced to do it was worse. I felt so used and humiliated.

"Never saw a bloke like doing that. If his little rock hard pecker is anything to go by!" Mick was shaking his head in surprise. So was I as I looked down at my harden pencil prick.

"As much as I'd like to play more, we've got a job to finish. You finish getting her nice and cleaned up now. If you miss anything we'll..." Mick hesitated.

"Think of something," the other one laughed as he pulled up his trousers. They then both left leaving me with a part cum filled wife. I was so cowed now I did as told. There was lots of cum to clean out and get down my throat. It was just as awful as Paul's.

Alice, on the other hand, enjoyed my cleaning up operations. Her moans got louder as I pushed my tongue around her pussy lips and then into her clit. There was cum everywhere but I couldn't stop myself. It was too much fun getting her excited again. I could tell she was ready to explode and stopped.

"Guess I better start on the dishes," I said with a smile.

"No, you little, tease, finish me off."

"No, no. I have a job to do. They told me to clean everything up!"

"You little shit. Get back down there and do your job."

Seeing her tied up just encouraged me to take advantage of the situation. I stood in front of her and started playing with her tits like the painter. Oh they were so soft.

"Stop that. I forbid you to do that." That just encourage me. I grabbed both her nipples and pulled. The effect was wonderful to see, for me.

Alice, though, was furious. She managed to put all her weight on the ropes holding her hands and kicked me with both legs that were held together with her tights. She got me right in my balls. The wasn't too hard but it sure gave me a shock.

"So sorry," I squealed. "I guess I've gone too far."

"You're damn right. Now get me down and free me."

I looked at her and saw something that gave me an idea. "Certainly. Absolutely. I just need to move you a bit and get proper access. Can you swing your legs a little to the right?"

When she did this, I was able to open another cabinet door, throw a towel around the post and her rolled up clothes so she was now tied top and bottom. She couldn't move! And certainly couldn't kick me again. I was still amazingly hard from everything that had happened. Pencil prick or no, I was desperate to take advantage of her. I moved in front of her and plunged in. She was very wet from my cleaning and very stretched from the two massive painters. She barely noticed and I barely felt anything. Talk about disappointment. I pushed myself in as hard as I could. I could feel her whole body against mine. Her nipples were good and hard sending a thrill through my body. In no time I felt myself exploding into her. It felt wonderful. I slipped out as my muscles slowed and cock softened.

"Is that it," came the dismissive reply. "Is that what you consider a good fucking?" Her giggling deflated me and made me feel about as small as my cock.

"That's not very nice," I shot back.

"It's true. Look, I'm not keen on being trussed up like a piece of meat to be mashed, pulled, fucked and otherwise abused by any passing painter, or jock with a dick for that matter. But I'll do it if that's what it takes for me to get a real orgasm that you can't provide, then so be it."

I stood there in disbelief, frustration, anger and oddly excitement. Seeing just her naked body, shaved pussy and lusty breasts was a turn on that I had never experienced before.

With my mind still reeling, I felt a tap on the shoulder. It was the other painter and he was pointing at me to keep quiet and step out of the kitchen.

"That was some speech there, mate. But looking at you (I was still naked with my wilting penis on show.) I'm not surprised."

I looked at him angrily. "I know a few jocks who would love to pass by to give her an orgasm." He smiled greedily.

"No, thanks. That won't be necessary," I fumed.

"Oh," he continued, "I think it is. You see, our Full English took longer than expected. We're going to need some help to finish this job before they come back tomorrow morning. I've already called "a few jocks" to come over. They'll be needing some extra payment. It's great that you'll be providing it!"

"No, no," I tried to say authoritatively. "We were her to help you and provide a bit of a tip, so to speak." My heart was beating at having to subjected to more humiliation.

He laughed. "Look at your phone."

With great trepidation, I went to my clothes and pulled out my phone. My heart sunk as I read out the message:

Sorry, but I have to take advantage of our friendship again. I won't be back till tomorrow. Hope you don't mind providing dinner and whatever else they want. I need you to stay and help until they're finished, I'm afraid.

I just looked at him as blood drained from my face. Mick came over at this point.

"Don't worry, mate, we're not going to take any more advantage of you. It's been great fun, but we have work to do."

"Speak for yourself, Mick. After what I just heard, there's nothing to do but take full advantage. In every which way we can. I know someone who will help us in every which way!" He laughed.

"Look," said a hesitant Mick, "I'm not too sure about this." I could some relief bubbling up in me.

"Follow me," ordered the painter. We went into the kitchen. Alice looked oddly relaxed. And still very alluring.

"Okay, honey," said the painter. "Do you want us to treat you like a piece of meat to fuck with for the rest of the day?" Before Alice could answer, he took a tit in his mouth and clamped his hand on her pussy. He then started sucking away while he put two fingers into her vagina and started pumping away.

Alice jolted in shock. "No......" and her voice then become soothing moans. She started to breath more heavily. "Oh, my..." He continued until she was just about ready to explode.