Kinky Contract: Part 3

As I climb the stairs I still couldn’t believe that I’d actually written that on the fridge. I could only imagine the look on Sarah’s face when she read it. It must have been priceless.

Of the various drawers in the bedroom the only one I find that wouldn’t be too disruptive was one of Sarah’s in which she kept long underwear and thick knitted sweaters for those rare days it actually got below freezing. It was brash of me to clear this one out without talking to her but I only had a few drawers myself and all of them were filled with practical daily clothing. Besides, Maria getting one of hers would surely get her feeling jealous that much more. I transfer the winter clothes into one of our own bags and set in the closet then head back downstairs to see what the two women were up to.

In the kitchen-dining room I find Sarah sitting at the table exactly where I’d left her. She was staring hard at the back of Maria with her small hands folded over her lap. There was an ocean of churning emotions beneath that calm exterior. Here was the beautiful other woman in HER house, cooking in HER kitchen, getting ready to feed HER man. I knew that would bother her. She wanted to be cucked by Maria and it was already happening despite she and I barely even touching each other thus far.

Maria on the other hand was humming a happy tune as her hips waggled back and forth while she put the finishing touches on my breakfast.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” I say.

“I’m always happy cooking for Daddy.” She says without missing a beat. “I set you a place at the table.”

“I see that.” I take my seat at the head of the table and look over the refreshed mug of coffee, juice, and sliced fruit she’d already laid out for me. A moment later a large steaming platter of spicy deliciousness appears before me! Maria’s chilaquiles consisted a mass of crispy tortilla wedges tossed into her mouth watering salsa verde. The smell of hot oil lingering in the air told me the tortilla had been freshly fried to crisp them. Over top of that base was shredded meat of at least two kinds, three eggs sunny side up, cubes of fresh avocado, and a healthy sprinkle of queso fresco. To say it smelled scrumptious was to a disservice to this masterpiece! “Wow.”

“I hope you like it.” Maria rubs my shoulder.

“I’m sure I will! Oh my God.” Just before digging in I look up at her. “Erm, you’re not eating?”

“I ate before I got here.” She says. “I wanted to be ready to serve you, Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah. Good thinking.” God this was weird! Looking across to Sarah who was staring back at me with the strangest look in her jealous blue eyes. “Um.” I look behind me to see that there was nothing left on the stove. Maria had made only enough for me. “This is an awful lot for one guy.”

“Not if he’s a big guy.” Maria chuckles.

“Maybe I could…”

Sensing what I was about say Sarah gets up from the table. She passes by Maria, neither of them giving the other so much as a glance, to go to the cupboard where she pulls down a box of cereal. As I start in on my hot breakfast my wife sits at the far end of the table pouring herself a bowl of cold cereal.

“Oh. Oh! Ohhhh!” I moan as an explosion of Mexican flavors fill my mouth. It was spicy, hella spicy, yet the heat was controlled to allow every flavor to shine through. After I chew and swallow my first bite I gasp. “Princess! This is what you make for breakfast!?”

“For Daddy it is.” Hands behind her back she rocks forward and back on her feet clearly overjoyed at my reaction. “Did I do good?”

“Good? Good!? This the best damn…erm, this is one of the best damned breakfasts I’ve ever had!”

Sarah’s spoon pauses a second before she jams the bran flakes into her mouth to chew them down aggressively. Oh yeah. She was feeling it alright. I felt bad. I wanted to say something to her. It killed me like few other things ever could to see my wife suffering. But I remind myself of her request. She wanted this and if she didn’t she had the means to end it anytime she wanted to. Seeing the jealous simmer inside of her my memory is brought back to back when I’d felt exactly those feelings she was experiencing now. It was then that I recalled those letters. Those hot, steaming, wonderful…and innocently yet brutally fucking honest letters from back in November. Those sweet descriptions of how attractive this man was or how good this person was at oral or how good it felt to take that person’s longer, thicker cock had cut me to the bone even as they excited me. I loved that she did it and to this day I thought back to those letters with a strange fondness. And yet those honeyed words of hers, written with no mean-spirit no ill-intent, had never the less been as sharp as razor blades. This was my chance to return some of that unvarnished honesty. Come on, David! Get your head in the game. She wanted truth? She wanted the sting of jealousy? She wanted to understand what it was to be cucked? Now was the time for me to step up and show her.

“Strike that. Mmm!” I chew down another big bite full, the succulent flavor of the meat and sauce mixing with the smoothness of the avocado and cheese and combining with the crisp yet softening toothiness of these incredible tortillas making my palate come alive in ways I’d never felt before. “This is THE best fuckin breakfast I’ve ever tasted. MMMM!”

“Ohhh!” As Sarah stews Maria claps and bounces beside me. She bounced very nicely indeed. “I’m so happy you like it!”

“Like it? Mmm. Princess, I love it!”

For the next couple of minutes I feast on my chilaquiles with Maria happily watching me enjoying her cooking as Sarah quietly finishes her bowl of cereal. As requested I do my best to pretend Sarah wasn’t here as I chat with my Princess in a warm, fatherly tone. Our back and forth was downright wholesome…until in the middle of it Maria moves to my left side, gets down on her knees and pulls the top of her dress down past her big tits! Woah!

“Glrp.” I swallow down hard the food in my mouth. “Wh-What are you doing?”

With a twinkly of naughtiness in her dark eyes she answers. “I’m doing my chores, Daddy.”

“Oh, um, right.” I glance to Sarah then back to her. “I did say any order you like, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did.” She giggles. “I’m the kind of princess that likes to have her dessert first.”

Shifting closer Maria starts to untie the belt of my robe. I had nothing on under there so things were about to get really real really fast if nothing was said. I look to Sarah. Her eyes were glued to the top of Maria’s head. The table occluded her from seeing much else. Sarah remains silent and so, the next thing I knew, Maria was parting my robe to discover what lay beneath.

“Oh!” She gasps, her brown eyes widening as she sees my cock. As dicks go it was about as average as it gets and attached to my big frame it actually looked quite humble, yet the way she gazed upon it you would have thought she’d just uncovered a buried treasure. “Oh my God.” She whispers as she slides a hand up along my inner thigh. Her hand got closer and closer and closer. This was it. My first sexual contact with a woman since getting with Sarah. In this final moment I take courage from my wife’s example. If she could do what she’d done in November then I could do this.

“Mrm.” I grunt as her soft hand wraps around my still flaccid manhood and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Ohhh, Daddy.” She sighs, her right hand gliding up my belly and into the hairs of my chest as her left massages my member. Up and down her eyes pan taking me all in as best she could from her angle. Shifting slightly I turn my chair a few degrees toward her and spread my legs a couple of inches. She presses closer, her left breast smooshing against my knee. “You’re…perfect!”

Again I swallow hard though my mouth was dry. “Thanks.”

“Bunny.”

Out of the corner of my eye I catch Sarah actually startle at being addressed. “Um, yes?”

“Do you have any lube in the house?” Maria asks as she rubs, rub, rubs my meat.

“Lube?” She says, her voice hushed and croaky. “Yeah. We have lube.”

“You mind fetching it for me?” Maria asks, her voice saccharine bordering on condescension. “I don’t want to chafe Daddy’s monster.”

Monster?

“Yeah.” Sarah says flatly. “Sure. No problem.” Standing up she takes a step before Maria stops her with another request.

“Could you get us a hand towel too. For the mess.”

Sarah pauses then, without looking our way, says. “Mm hm.” She then walks swiftly out of the room.

Suddenly I was alone with Maria. To her credit her warm smile and adoring eyes does a lot to set me at ease. Giving up any pretense on eating I push my chair back and again turn her way. She adjusts with me, settling in at my left knee with her left arm between my legs as her hand fondled me.

“Mmm.” I hum as I force myself to relax. “That’s nice.”

“Mmm.” Her smile grows. Looking as contented as I’d ever seen a woman Maria rubs, rubs, rubs my swiftly growing dick. I’d seen a hint of that contentment back on that kinky game night when she served me coffee and snacks and was generally at my beck and call but it was now taken to a new level. For whatever reason Maria REALLY enjoyed serving her Daddy. Just as Sarah was returning to the room Maria says softly. “God I love your cock, Daddy.”

Sarah damn near trips over her own feet. Recovering quickly she marches up to my side to offer the tube of lube and white hand towel to Maria. With a kindly smile Maria pats the floor beside her. “You can put them here. Thank you, Bunny.”

Again Sarah pauses, her eyes drifting to Maria’s hand around my nearly erect penis, then sets them as requested. Instead of returning to her chair Sarah backs away from us to lean against the stove. From that position she would have a full view of everything going on. Her arms crossed tight over body and her fist pressed tight to her lips Sarah stood and watched another woman pleasure her husband.

With calm, unhurried movements Maria opens the lube and squirts some onto her left hand. She rubs her fingers to her palms a few seconds to warm it then takes my pole and begins working it for real.

“Ohhhh.” I sigh as her soft, slippery hand glides up and down my member.

“If you want me to do something specific you only have to ask.”

Lightly placing my near hand on her head and the other behind mine I say. “You’re doin just fine, darlin.”

Maria jacks me off with the nonchalant efficiency she would show any other ‘chore’. A chore she particularly enjoyed, but a chore none the less. She didn’t gasp or moan or writhe or whisper lewd promises, she simply knelt and gave her master for the weekend the handjob that he’d commanded of her. Even in exposing her tits I got the sense that it was simply to give me fap material to look at. This was no act of passion. This was an act of service through and through. And somehow that only made it hotter.

“I like your tits.” I whisper as that hand of hers felt better and less weird with every stroke. Ogling her chest I admire her full, heavy mammaries with those big, prominent cocoa brown nipples. “They’re big.”

“Mmm.” She grins. “Bigger than Sarah’s?”

“Yeah.” I confirm the obvious. My wife was hardly lacking in the bosom department but Maria certainly had her beat for size.

“You like big breasts, Daddy?” She rises a little to give me a better view.

“Yeah.”

She giggles. “Most guys do.”

I hear Sarah shift but keep my focus on the action below. “You’re left-handed.”

She holds up her right hand and wiggles her fingers. “Ambidextrous actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm hm.” She says. “Comes in useful at times.”

“I can imagine.” I let out hard breath as the pressure was starting to build. I push back in my chair and let my hand slip from her hair. She is quick to catch it. Interlocking her fingers through mine on my left hand she holds it as she continues her handy.

“Hm!” Sarah squeaks, but says nothing else. I shoot a quick glance her way to see her eyes focused to the side. Did the hand-holding bother her more than the handjob? I could only guess.

The room goes totally quiet except for my deepening breaths and the wet, slippery sounds of lube. Though I do not look her way I can feel my wife’s eyes upon me as the minutes pass and my passion rises. I swear I could feel the heat of Sarah’s jealousy radiating off of her. This was all so fucking weird, but so fucking hot. Imagining my wife yearning for me in that wildly intense way that I had yearned for her when she cucked got my ego soaring. For her to want me, hunger for me, NEED ME, in that achingly torturous way of a cuckold was a huge turn on. And Maria! Ohhh, man. There was something about the affectionate yet composed and clinical way she stroked my six inches was so strangely hot! Through her calm, smiling face and steady pace she was demonstrating to me that she was doing this for MY pleasure. Like a good little princess her Daddy’s pleasure was everything to her.

“Rrrrmmm.” I growl as I near the point of no return. My big hand tightens around hers. “Almost there. Ohhhhh.”

Maria, her eyes gazing deep into mine, strokes me faster as her grip tightens.

“Ohhh…mmmmm….” I huff, my body tensing as my hips start to hump along with the rhythm all on their own. “…ohhhh fuck.” At just the perfect rate she goes faster and faster, her grip slowly tightening more, and the strokes shortening to focus in on the top three inches. God damn! She was jacking me off as well I could do it myself! Maria certainly knew her way around a dick! Tirelessly she jerks me, her hand a blur as the squishy sounds of lube echoed off our kitchen walls. “Ohhhh Jesus. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fuckin cum!”

“Cum for me, Daddy!” She whispers, triumphant. “Cum for your Princess!”

And cum I do! “Gnnngh!!!” The first ropey glob of jizz arches over my belly to splatter across my chest. With Maria masterfully milking my cock I bust wad after wad of hot semen over my chest and belly. “GNNNGH!”

In the haze of my orgasm I just catch my wife gasp under her breath. “Oh God!”

A gleeful Maria, ever dutiful, milks me dry as efficiently as a hand could do. And suddenly, just like that, it was over. Breathing heavy I stare down at her at a loss as to what to say.

With one last squeezing stroke to push the final dribble from my dick Maria lets me go. Bringing her gooey hand to her mouth she proceeds to lick and slurp every drop of semen from her fingers. “Mmm. Yummy.” She winks. “I told you I liked my desserts.”

With that disentangles the fingers of her other hand from mine. Picking up the towel she cleans me up with the doting attention to detail that came so natural to an experience mom like her. All I can do is stare at her as my loosey-goosey afterglow set in. I’d done it. We’d done it. The ice was broken and I actually enjoyed it. And the weekend was just getting started!

“That was great, Princess.” I finally say. “Good girl!”

She bows her head with fake bashfulness. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I pat her head and stroke her hair and say again. “Good girl.”

Folding the messy side of the towel over itself she then gathers up the bottle of lube. “Are you done eating, Daddy?”

“Eating? Oh, yeah. I’m done my breakfast. Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” She says, an impish twinkle in her eyes. “Alright, I’ve got some more chores to do.” Getting to her feet she walks over the fridge to cross out ‘Handjob’ from her list of tasks. “I’ll just throw this in the laundry.” She says, before stopping suddenly. “Oh.” Turning around she returns not to me, but to Sarah. Holding out her closed hand she says in that sweet Princess voice. “I think you dropped something, Bunny.”

“Huh?” Sarah looks at her, confused. The poor woman was already overwhelmed after what she’d just witnessed. She opens her hand and takes what Maria offered.

With a bratty giggle she pulls her hand away to reveal…my wedding ring!?

Part 4