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It was warm. Hot, even. So much so that Vince was covered in sweat as he worked to clean Alice and Simon's backyard at her instruction. Summer was fast approaching and they were preparing to open their pool.

Alice had assigned Vince the task of mowing the lawn, raking up any leaves that remained on the ground, clearing away any branches that had fallen over the course of the winter and spring storms, and trimming the bushes. He'd been at it for nearly two hours - thus the sweat that covered his body - but he was close to finishing.

They could have hired someone to do it - that's what Vince and Carissa did for their yard - but Alice had been quite clear that it was silly to hire someone when she had a hardworking submissive like Vince who'd do it for free.

Much to his surprise, Vince hadn't argued with her. If anything, he'd found it a little bit thrilling to submit. The fact that he'd hadn't cum in nearly two weeks probably contributed to that excitement, as did the fact that Alice offered her instructions while wearing a semi-sheer black robe with lace trim and nothing on underneath it. Vince had been so overcome with desire that he probably would have agreed to anything.

An hour into his task, Alice stepped out of the house in that same black robe and beckoned him over. He'd come running and she'd instructed him to remove her robe. Vince did so without hesitation and happily let his eyes wander over her naked body.

"Does my body turn you on, Vince?" she'd asked.

He'd nodded vigorously.

"Even though you know that my body will never be a source of pleasure for you?" she'd asked with a smile. "That you'll never be permitted to fuck me. That I'll never suck your cock. That the best you could you hope for was a quick handjob?"

"Yes," he'd admitted.

"Would you like a taste?"

Again he'd nodded and Alice pointed to the ground beneath her feet. Vince fell to his knees while grasping her robe in one of his hands and looked up at the goddess who'd come to exert a remarkable level of control over him in the past few weeks. She reached out, ran her fingers through his hair, and then pulled him between her legs.

"Taste me," she'd instructed.

Vince pushed his tongue between her plump labia and bathed his taste buds in her sweet juices.

"Such an eager little slut," she'd said softly before unleashing a long, low moan while rubbing her clit against his upper lip.

It didn't last long. After just a handful of seconds, Alice stepped back, bent over, and gently ran her fingers over Vince's lips before kissing him softly on the cheek.

"Back to work," she'd instructed. "I'll be working on my tan. You're free to admire my body, but I expect you to finish your task today, which means you're staying as long as is necessary, so I wouldn't stare too much."

Nearly an hour had passed since then and Vince had taken a great many opportunities to admire Alice's body. She was at least a decade older than him, but she'd clearly worked hard to maintain her figure and it was remarkably easy to feel arousal with just a simple gaze, despite knowing that he'd never be permitted to fuck her.

Vince was close to finishing the yard work when Carissa stepped out of the house with Simon following close behind. She wore a pair of remarkably short, skintight workout shorts and a sports bra that covered very little flesh. Both pieces fit like a second skin and the fact that Carissa had been in public - jogging through their neighborhood, in fact - in that outfit proved thrilling for Vince.

She'd dressed that way at Simon's instruction and despite knowing she'd be putting herself on display, Carissa had expressed an overwhelming sense of excitement that morning. She too hadn't been permitted to cum in nearly two weeks - both of them were being denied until Simon had fucked Carissa for the first time - and it took very little to turn her on, much like Vince.

"Hey honey!" Carissa called out as she raised her hand and waved across the yard at Vince.

He returned her wave and watched as Simon stepped behind Carissa and put his arms around her. She placed her hands over his, smiled, and leaned into him before turning her head. Their lips met for a kiss as Simon's fingers slipped into her skintight workout shorts. Even from across the yard Vince could see the older man working Carissa's pussy, and judging by the way she ground her ass into Simon's crotch, Carissa was already thoroughly aroused.

"That's enough staring, Vince," Alice chided him. "You're not finished with your work yet."

Vince wanted to stare. He wanted to watch. Though he'd had some reservations about his wife and their neighbor indulging in physical pleasures, those had largely disappeared over the past two weeks. Vince couldn't seem to help but get aroused when he watched Simon touch Carissa, or when he saw them kiss, or when Simon worked to arouse Carissa without making her cum.

Vince still felt a touch of angst when he watched Carissa suck Simon's cock - which had happened half a dozen times over the past two weeks - but even that now turned him on, mostly because he couldn't help hope that a blowjob would lead to sex, which would lead to Vince having the orgasm he so desperately craved.

Alice had issued an order, though, and Vince responded dutifully by turning back to the work of raking up the far corner of the yard. His body had already started to ache from the relentless physical labor, but he wasn't going to disobey Alice and stop before he'd finished. Vince was going to clean every square foot of their backyard. He was going to make sure it looked pristine.

While he worked, Vince took every opportunity to glance back towards the house. He saw Carissa stripping out of her workout clothes while Simon remained dressed. He saw his wife facing towards both Simon and Alice as she masturbated and played with her tits. He saw Carissa bent over as Simon fingered her pussy from behind and spanked her ass, mixing pleasure and pain in a potent cocktail that left a desperate look on Carissa's face.

Finally, as he loaded the last of the leaves into the greens bin, Vince turned and saw his wife on her knees in front of Simon. His shorts rested on the ground next to him and his stiff cock was in Carissa's mouth. Vince felt an instant surge of lust as he watched his naked, beautiful wife blow the older man that had seized control over her with such ease.

Vince grabbed the rake and the bin's handle and dragged it across the immaculate lawn. There were several piles of yard debris he still had to pick up and Vince moved from pile to pile, all while his wife sucked cock by the pool.

As he moved to the second to last pile of debris, Vince looked over to see Carissa dutifully sucking on Simon's balls while she looked up at him. Her lean, athletic body looked utterly perfect and Vince was struck with an intense desire to fuck his wife. A desire that had been rebuffed countless times over the past two weeks. His body burned with need, and yet his needs would not be met until Simon had his way with Carissa's pussy.

When he was finally finished, Vince practically ran across the yard to deliver the bin and the rake to their proper storage locations. He was exhausted, covered in sweat, and eager for a drink of water, but more than anything, Vince wanted to watch his wife pleasure the neighbor.

He returned to the backyard to see that Simon had pulled Carissa's hair into a ponytail and had a firm grip of it as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth. Each time she managed to take a little more than half the length before gagging, though Vince noted that she refused to try and pull away, instead choosing to offer her submission to Simon.

"The yard looks excellent," Simon noted as Vince approached.

"Thank you," he replied.

"How do you think your wife looks?" Simon asked.

Carissa's eyes were watering and strings of saliva hung from her chin. She seemed uncomfortable, and yet her nipples were rock hard and Vince was convinced he would have found his wife's pussy slick with desire if he'd fingered her in that moment.

"She looks turned on," he said. "And uncomfortable. But turned on."

Simon pulled out and rubbed the slippery head of his cock over Carissa's face as she looked up at him with pure lust in her eyes. "Suck my balls," he instructed.

Carissa went to work without hesitation, taking one of Simon's sizable testicles in her mouth and sucking before moving to the other. It looked as if she found genuine pleasure in it, as if she was willing to remain on her knees worshiping his balls all day.

"Strip, Vince," Alice instructed.

Vince removed his clothes as he watched his wife worship another man's balls. He saw her rub them on her face, slobber on them, and even extend her tongue to try and lick Simon's taint a little. She was driven by the idea of giving him pleasure, of making him feel good, of filling him with the same desire she clearly felt.

"What is it you want, Carissa?" Simon asked.

"I want you to fuck me," she answered.

Simon smiled and turned his attention to Vince. "And what about you, Vince? What do you want?"

It was harder for Vince to answer - he was desperately horny and unquestionably aroused by the game of domination and submission he and Carissa had entered into with their neighbors, but the idea of another man fucking his wife still filled him with anxiety - but he said the words. "I want you to fuck my wife."

Simon slipped his cock between Carissa's lips, grabbed her hair, and began slowly fucking her mouth once more. "When I fuck her, Vince, she's going to feel a kind of pleasure she's never felt before. She's going to cum harder, too, but it's the entirety of the experience that will shake the foundations of her life, that will convince her that she needs me - or a man like me - to truly satisfy her. Do you understand what I'm saying, Vince?"

Vince nodded as Alice got up from her lounge chair and approached. She stopped at his side, kissed his shoulder softly, and ran her fingers down his chest until they were wrapped around his cock.

"Vince can't possibly understand, my love," Alice said as she gave a handjob in almost the exact same rhythm as Simon's slow face fucking of Carissa. "He might think he understands, but he's a man like any other and he can't help but want to believe that he's capable of fully satisfying his wife."

Alice cupped Vince's balls and kissed his shoulder and upper arm. Her lips felt impossibly soft and her kisses remarkably sensual, driving Vince deeper into a state of lust.

"Your marriage is going to change, though," Alice said softly. "I suppose it already has. After all, you've spent the past two weeks doing chores for me and worshiping my body while your wife has spent a great deal of time servicing my husband's cock with her mouth when she's not dressing and doing her hair and makeup per his instructions before their workouts."

There was no denying that the last two weeks of their lives had been markedly different from any time during their marriage. Vince also knew - he and Carissa had talked about it - that the last two weeks had been among the most exciting of their lives.

"I want him to fuck her," Vince said. "I want Simon to fuck my wife, and not just because I want to cum. I know Carissa wants it, and I want what she wants. I know she's going to love it. I know he's going to make her cum so hard, that he's going to make her feel better than she's ever felt. That's already happened and that's before he's fucked her, before he's made her cum with his cock."

Simon pulled out and Carissa leaned forward to rub her face over his slippery cock. She kissed and licked the shaft and his balls, looking up at him the entire time and silently pleading for Simon to have his way with her body.

"Stand up," Simon instructed.

He released Carissa's hair and she stood and looked up at him. He held her gaze while his fingers slipped into her pussy, eliciting a moan as Vince watched his wife's thighs tremble from what must have been an overwhelming sense of desire.

Simon looked at Vince, pulled his fingers free, and said, "Finger your wife, Vince."

Alice released his balls from her grasp and Vince stepped towards Carissa, who looked at him and offered a remarkably sweet smile. He stepped close enough that his thigh pressed against her hip and then he reached down and slipped two fingers inside her. Carissa moaned and Vince nearly did the same as he felt how astoundingly wet she was.

"Does she get that wet for you, Vince?" Alice asked.

A pained look danced across Carissa's face - she must have felt guilty about how turned on she was - and Vince answered, "No, she doesn't."

"No, of course she doesn't," Alice said. "That's because she's never been with a man like my husband. She's never been with a man that knows exactly what she needs and is capable of giving it to her. She's never been with a man that can take control, that can dominate her."

Vince felt a soft hand on his ass and looked over his shoulder to see Alice behind him.

"Of course, you know exactly how Carissa feels, don't you?" she asked. "You know what it's like to have a need to be dominated. You know it because you're just like your wife, Vince. You need to be dominated, to be controlled, to be told what to do, to offer your service and submission to a strong woman."

Vince nodded and Carissa moaned, though it might have been because he was rubbing her clit while fingering her.

"Suck her juices from your fingers, Vince," Alice ordered.

He pulled his fingers from his wife's pussy and sucked them clean while holding Alice's gaze. The sweetness danced on his taste buds and he couldn't help but smile at how delicious Carissa was.

"She's going to taste different after Simon has fucked her," Alice said. "After he's filled her. After he's filled your wife's pussy with his seed. After he's claimed her as his, Vince."

Vince's cock jumped and his loins tingled with unexpected desire.

Alice smiled. "That's right, Vince. Simon always seeds the women he dominates. He always claims their bodies as his by cumming inside them."

"And once I do, Vince, it will no longer be your right to cum inside Carissa," Simon added. "That right will be mine and mine alone. If I allow you to fuck her, it will be with a condom."

Vince's head swirled. He was turned on, but a part of him wanted to take Carissa and run from the backyard, for it felt like his life was suddenly spinning out of his control.

"Do you still want me to fuck your wife, Vince?" Simon asked.

Vince looked at Carissa. He held her gaze as long seconds of silence passed between them. There was only desire on her face. Not even a hint of fear or regret at having gone so far down the path of submission.

"Yes, I want you to fuck my wife," Vince said.

Carissa kissed him. She kissed him deeply and passionately. She moaned and stroked his cock as their tongues danced vigorously. "I love you," she said. "I love you, Vince."

"I love you, too," he replied.

"How beautiful," Simon observed. "How very beautiful."

He took Carissa's hand and led her towards the house without saying another word. Vince wanted to follow, but he knew better. He hadn't been invited. Carissa stepped through the door behind Vince and they disappeared.

"He's going to take his time, Vince," Alice said as she stepped beside him and caressed his bare ass. "He's going to tease her. He's going to arouse her. He's going to make her worship his cock to prove how desperately she wants to please him. He's going to play with her clit, to bring her close to the edge of an orgasm, and then deny her. He's going to do it over and over until she's so desperate for him that she can barely speak. Then - and only then - he'll fuck her. He'll fuck your wife like the submissive she is. He'll dominate her with his cock. He'll satisfy her burning desire and then he'll claim her pussy as his."

Vince's dick was so hard it hurt as he imagined Carissa spending hours in bed with Simon.

"Why don't we go inside?" Alice suggested as she grabbed Vince's cock and squeezed it tight. "We can listen as Simon does as he pleases with Carissa. You can imagine what's unfolding. You can picture what he's doing to make her moan like she's going to moan. You can hear her beg him to fuck her, to fuck her hard, to claim her pussy as his own, to cum inside her."

Vince was so turned on his legs felt like jelly.

"Come," Alice said.

She kept her hand on his cock like it was an exceedingly short leash and walked him towards the door.

"You did a wonderful job in the yard, Vince," she said. "So wonderful that I'm going to let you worship my body as we listen. I'm going to let you worship me from head to toe, Vince, and I'm going to let you make me cum as many times as you can while Simon uses your wife."

Vince followed Alice into the house, through the kitchen, and into the living room. She sat on the couch and pointed to the floor at her feet. Vince fell to his knees and Alice closed her legs and set her feet on his thighs.

"You can start with a foot massage," she said.

The first moan came from the bedroom as Vince took one of Alice's feet in his hands and began the massage. He looked towards the staircase that led to the house's second floor and the bedroom where Carissa was going to be Simon's sexual plaything. Another moan floated down - both were distinctly feminine - and he pictured his wife on her back with Simon fingering her pussy and playing with her tits in the bed.

"It turns you on to think of my husband fucking your wife, doesn't it?" Alice asked.

Vince nodded as yet another moan reached his ears.

"Once he has her, once he fucks her for the first time, it's going to happen a great deal more often," Alice explained. "He's held off to help you both sink deeper into submission, but now Simon has Carissa exactly where he wants her and he's going to take full advantage. He's going to fuck her with remarkable frequency. He's going to show her what it's like to be a man's plaything, to be his slut. She's going to enjoy it, though. She's going to crave it, Vince. She's going to wish he'd use her multiple times a day. She's going to be willing to give just about anything to have his cock inside her."

Vince was both turned on and a little horrified at the idea and his cock remained stiff as he switched to rubbing Alice's other foot.

"Carissa won't be the only one that's going to offer her submission a great deal more often as time goes by," Alice said. "You will too, Vince. You'll find yourself eager to submit, to serve, to do exactly as you're told. You'll find yourself willing to do things you never imagined, things that you would have refused without consideration just a few weeks ago. Before long, you'll discover that you've become a completely different person. Unrecognizable, really."

Vince looked up at Alice and saw wild desire in her eyes. She parted her legs just a little and he looked between them to see that her labia were enflamed and parted and the flesh between them was slick with desire.

It had never been clearer that Alice was just as into domination as her husband, though Vince was far less certain of how Alice would dominate him. He suspected, though, that she wanted more than massages, chores, and pussy worship. Not knowing anything beyond that was a little scary, but there was something undeniably exciting about it, too.

As the sound of gagging floated down the stairs - Carissa must have been giving a blowjob - Alice spread her legs, slipped three fingers into her pussy, and pulled them out before leaning forward and shoving them into Vince's mouth.

"My fingers won't be the only thing you suck on at my instruction, Vince," she whispered.

His eyes went wide as the implication of her words hit home.

"Don't worry, though," she said. "I promise, you'll learn to love it. You'll learn to crave it. To crave how it makes you feel. To crave the pleasure of it, even if that seems impossible right now."

It did seem impossible, though two weeks ago Vince would have said it was impossible that he'd ever eat another man's cum and he'd already cleaned Alice's pussy several times.

"We're going to have so much fun, Vince," she added with a devilish smile. "So much fun."

Vince could only hope that she was right.