Aight this one was a bit difficult because it was a ~600 word thing and I was given more or less free hand :’ ) so now it’s roughly double the word count but still a tad rushed but I did my best…
I was asked for housewife!Lúcio with a husband of my choosing but was given possibilities for each husband; so I kinda went and mashed 3 together which arreee:
Husband Reinhardt – (rape play) older Reinhardt has his much younger wife Lúcio who his friends tease he can’t pleasure due to Reinhardt having erectile dysfunction (can’t get it up or premature ejaculation or both!) So his friends come in to “help”
Husband Akande – (voyurism) Akande is a Very Busy and Important Man, he’s extremely rich but away from home a lot. His little wife Lúcio is bored and lonely in the huge mansion so he “entertains” his husband’s business partners like a good wife should. Good thing Akande has state of the art surveillance systems all over their home ;D
Husband Winston – (inexperienced human!Winston) newlyweds Winston is very nervous about their honeymoon, Lúcio helps his new hubby experience all the fun that can be had in a marital bed~
hope you likey^^
Akande loosens the tie around his neck while he watches. He imagines the party in the hotel’s vast entertainment room is still going on full swing, but he has been bored for a while already, thoughts drifting to his wife at home again and again until he just had to check.
He is not disappointed.
The video feed on his laptop is crystal clear, the audio perfect. He likes that he can’t change the camera angles perfectly, just switch from one to the next – it adds something more clandestine to the experience.
He’s already watched Lúcio try his damndest to get a rise out of their chauffeur; the big hulk of a man patiently letting the little slut play with his cock; long and fat and not in the mood to get hard, no matter how liberally Lúcio drools around it and scratches the wiry grey hair at the base like he’s petting a sweet animal.
It’s not the first time Lúcio has tried his luck with Reinhardt – he’s always hopeful, always diligent, as Akande knows from a vast amount of videos saved on his hard-drive – but his effort is not always crowned with success. Reinhardt is old – impressive looking, yes, but old – and there is only so much Lúcio can do.
The truly interesting part begins when both Reinhardt and Lúcio’s heads suddenly turn towards a sound that has not been picked up by the microphones, and Akande leans forward with interest, his dark eyes veritably glowing as he sees one of his new associates enter the picture: Winston.
The man is looking down, and fiddling with his briefcase. He is brilliant but awkward; Akande is unendingly amused by him. He is big, though not as big as Reinhardt, but carries himself with an air of humility that is strangely endearing. He should have known that Lúcio would be interested in him.
When he finally does look up, he freezes. Akande does not know what Lúcio has written in his little clandestine invitation, but the brilliant Doctor Winston must not have caught on to exactly what kind of outing he’s been invited to.
Akande chuckles deep in his chest and leans back, big hands falling to his slacks as he watches the little play unfold.
.o.
Doctor Winston is fire red by the time Lúcio is at him, his dark eyes flitting from Reinhardt sitting relaxed on one of the expansive couches, cock out and lying against his clothed thigh, to Mr. Ogundimu’s husband who… who…
“A-Ah I… I am…” He stares at the sweet little dress the young man is wearing. He looks delicious in it. Pretty. Unselfconscious. His hands curl around Winston’s thick wrist and tug him a step forward before he presses himself against the good Doctor’s front.
Winston can only stare, his glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. His fingers go lax, and his briefcase falls to the floor, but nobody is paying attention.
“I am sorry,” he whispers finally, “I wasn’t aware… I m-mean… I should go…”
Lúcio is smiling up at him, all dimples and white teeth, his big brown eyes staring right into his soul as he tugs his unresisting body towards the couch.
“No, no. Stay.”
He pushes, and Winston falls heavily onto the cushion next to the older man he doesn’t know. The gentleman is huge and smiling at him genially as if nothing is amiss. Like his impressive cock isn’t still out there. Winston, who isn’t quite on the small side himself, has to make himself actively not stare.
Which means he is looking forward – right at the cleavage of Mr. Ogundimu’s husband–
“Oh dear,” he whispers, hot all over, helpless; and then Mr. Ogundimu’s husband is slipping into his lap and pulling up the little skirt of his wonderful black dress, and Winston can see his panties; pink and black and the outline of his pretty cock so very pronounced…
“I need to go,” he whispers, hands curling into helpless fists, cheeks pounding with embarrassment. He wishes he still had his briefcase to hold in front of himself like a shield.
“Nonono, please,” Lúcio murmurs, his small hands framing Winston’s cheeks, scratching through his short beard. “I am so bored… I just want to play.”
Winston makes a sound like he’s dying.
.o.
Akande is fascinated. Too fascinated to even jerk off as he watches his little wife be a slut. It is not new to him; how Lúcio invites colleagues and employees into Akande’s home to let them stuff him with their cocks until his belly is full and warm and he is purring like a well oiled engine.
Still, it never fails to rile him up; get him hot and bothered to watch them fuck his husband – his wife. Some… most… will be enchanted with Lúcio; call him sweet names and service him like he’s a pretty prince. Others will call him out for what he is; a greedy whore. A slut for cock. A needy, never-satisfied little cunt that crawls all over his husband when he’s home and goes around looking for other dicks the second he steps out and works.
It is a good arrangement; Akande has known from the beginning about it; Lúcio has not made it a secret. They both love it. They both thrive on it.
Doctor Winston, however, falls somewhat out of any of the molds.
Some are flustered and unsure, not wanting to bang their boss’ wife and risk getting fired; but they’ll get over it sooner rather than later; Lúcio makes sure of that.
Winston is jumpy from start to finish.
He does not dare touch Lúcio until his young wife grabs at those big hands with the hairy knuckles, and almost forcefully stuffs them down the front of his dress so he can feel up those lovely tits.
He seems deathly embarrassed about everything; starting from Reinhardt’s interested, amused gaze next to him, to the fact that Lúcio is so very unselfconscious in showing himself off; pulling down those sweet panties to show everybody the sleek, gorgeous length of his cock, and the soft, greedy slit he likes to stuff full of dick.
Akande hums when he sees Winston’s cock; unsurprisingly fat – the man is big and burly, after all – and shifts with anticipation of seeing it fill his wife’s hole. There is little else in the world Akande enjoys more than seeing Lúcio’s hole stretched wide on cock; the rim pouting outwards, swollen from good use and shiny with slick.
He’s never watched someone fuck as awkward as Winston. It is intriguing, to say the least.
It is probably his luck that Lúcio is such a sweet little lady; patient and docile; happy to do all the work as the good Doctor can only sit there, one hand on Lúcio’s gorgeous little tit, the other covering his eyes in shame. He is bumbling apologies the whole way through, brain seemingly stuck as he takes only peeks at the sweet thing on his lap.
He comes so quickly, too; grunts low and horrified just after a couple slow, delicious drags of Lúcio’s wet insides along his dick – and Akande hums deep in his throat, watches a close-up of the action; how he can see the fat shaft pulse inside the tight grip; how it doesn’t want to end like the good Doctor has been storing it up for months and months.
Lúcio does not look put-out by any of it. His cheeks are red like he’s been fucked for hours; his eyes feverishly glassy as he slides down, little pink tongue out to lap greedily at the Doctor’s cock while staring up into his hot, humiliated face.
Akande already knows that Winston will be one of Lúcio’s new favorite toys. That he’ll teach him how to fuck nice; how to keep going until he’s satisfied.
Reinhardt looks just as intrigued as the rest of them, his big hand on the back of Winston’s neck, gripping gentle, making him look at Lúcio tending to his cock.
Akande hums, hand finally slipping into his pants. Lúcio hasn’t come yet, after all – and the night is still young.
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