How I became Sancho Pancho Ch. 02

Please do not read this story unless you have read and liked Chapter 1.

WARNING - This story includes scenes of humiliation and degradation. Those who are less comfortable with these themes are encouraged to leave now.

To be clear, this is a fictional story, so no one is getting hurt or divorced.

Serving is a privilege

When I arrived the next morning at 6 am, Asley was already dressed for a run. "Are you seriously going for a run after the night you spent?" I asked in surprise. "Nate made it clear to me that there is no such thing as skipping a morning run. That's first and foremost. Even if I want him to do me in the morning, I have to get up first, run, shower, get to bed fresh, and only then he will do me."

I didn't know how to respond to this so I just bypassed this, "I came to make you breakfast." "I know," she said, "make it just for him. I don't eat breakfast. He increased the mileage I have to run and cut more from my menu. In the end, I'll be a hottie like Beth." She laughed. I didn't. She went out for a run and I started heating the pan and peeling and chopping vegetables. When everything was ready, I prepared the meal on a tray I found in the closet and knocked on his bedroom door. "Open," he answered. I went in and stood with the tray. "Come in, come in, wow, what a breakfast, what a treat, what is this thing here?"

"It's a Spanish omelet. My specialty. The omelet that Asley likes best."

"Wow. It's delicious." he replied with his mouth full with my wife favorite omelet.

I stood there in the corner by his bed and watched him eat. Asley had just entered the room and stopped when she saw me standing in the corner. After a second of hesitation, she lay down on the bed next to Nate and kissed him on the mouth for a long time. "Wow, Spanish omelet. I like it best." She took a piece of the omelet with her hand and put it in her mouth.

"What did I say?" he scolded her, "No breakfast." She took the piece of omelet out of her mouth and held it in her hand, not knowing what to do with it.

"Good girl," he complimented her, "Give it to him," he said, moving his chin toward me. Asley handed me the bitten piece and went back to snuggling in Nate's lap.

"Thank you for everything," Nate said, handing me the tray. "It was very tasty. You can eat what's left." "Oh, and please close the door when you leave," he added.

Even before I left the room with the tray, I could hear them kissing and making out, warming themselves up for the morning session. I sat in the kitchen and ate my feelings along with the leftovers of breakfast that Nate had left me. I took the piece of omelet that Asley had taken out of her mouth and put it in my mouth. I chewed slowly while tears filled my eyes. I swallowed the chewed piece and cried silently.

Knights' Rules

When she got home I took her for a chat. "You talked about one-time thing. To get it out of your system. I agreed to it because I understood how important it is to you. You know how hard it is for me and how much I suffer seeing you with him. And that's without mentioning how Beth is taking advantage of the situation and turning me into her servant. My love. It has to end. You promised me."

"It's true that I promised," she replied, "but I was a completely different person then. I didn't know that sex can be like that, I didn't know I will enjoy it like that, it's like I got a new sense. Think of it as if you've never eaten chocolate, or anything else sweet, and suddenly someone gives you a piece of high-quality Belgian chocolate that melts in your mouth and floods you with a completely new, sweet and addictive taste. No. It's more than that. Think of a blind person from birth who suddenly, in one operation, sees the world and experiences something completely new. Would you expect him to give it up just because he promised?"

There was logic in what she said. I sighed. "So if it's not one-time thing, then we have to set few rules."

She opened her eyes to me, "What rules?"

"Like how many times a week you can go to him"

"You're right," she replied sarcastically. "Tell a blind man who has received his sight that he can only see on Mondays and Wednesdays. Come on. Are you serious?"

"Well, not that." I surrendered to the logic of her word, "But like you're careful not to get pregnant."

She pondered this for a while in a way that worried me, and then she responded, "Let's let Nate and Beth set the rules. They're the ones leading this relationship anyway. They know what's good for us."

I didn't feel right letting Nate set the rules for my wife's sex life, but it didn't seem like I had much of a choice.

Apparently, Nate's rules were very simple. He would send Asley a one-word text, "Come" and she would drop everything and come to him immediately. Once it was in the middle of a friends' wedding. I had to come up with an excuse. "Women's business," I said to the guests sitting at our table. At least I wasn't lying.

Asley's physical activity became more and more intense. Obsessive even. She participated in races, even half marathons, and trained for them with great dedication. In retrospect, she told me that Nate demanded it of her and that he even denied her sex when she didn't achieve the goals he set for her. To earn the right to enjoy his company, she started to achieve podiums. One evening she informed me that Nate demanded that she sign up for a race in Barcelona. "He says it's a worthwhile race and besides, he wants to see the city. Book him and me plane tickets and a hotel room near the promenade. That's close to the starting point of the race. Oh. And also book him a ticket to a Barcelona soccer game. A good place. Don't be stingy with him."

That was a lot to take in. Nate and my wife are on vacation abroad together. Sharing a hotel room. Truly husband and wife stuff. And I have to pay for all of this. It hurts and is embarrassing.

How can I prevent this embarrassing event? I decided to tell Beth. She will surely go crazy and stop this madness. She surly doesn't want to lose her handsome and well-hung to another girl. To my obvious disappointment, Beth actually was actually enthusiastic.

"That's an excellent idea," she clapped her hands, "I also like to see the Ramblas and I'm crazy about Gaudí. Book us tickets and a hotel room too."

I was shocked. "What do you mean by booking a hotel room for us? You'll be with Nate and I'll be with Asley? Of course they'll want some alone time together, but in principle you'll be with Nate in the room, right?"

She considered things. "No. This is their first vacation together. It's not fair that we'll disturb them. Book us a room in another hotel. So that she won't have to see you all the time and feel unnecessary guilt."

I purchased the entire package and also told Nate that I had bought tickets for both of us to the Barcelona game. Nate was thrilled, but the next day Asley was angry with me. "I saw the tickets you bought for the second ring in the stands. I told you not to skimp on Nate's ticket. Cancel your ticket and use the money you save to upgrade Nate to the grandstand."

Sancho Pancho in Barcelona

The trip to Barcelona was a nightmare. Beth didn't let anyone touch a suitcase or a bag. I ran around carrying all the suitcases, trolleys and even everyone's backpacks. Nate took pity on me and want to help, but Beth stopped him sternly. "Nate. Sancho Pancho is a tool carrier. Let him carry tools. Without that, he's completely useless. Who knows better than you and his wife, that he's no good for anything else. So give him that. Let him carry your suitcases. You don't want to prevent him from fulfilling his call, right?"

She was very convincing and Nate didn't offer to help even once during the entire vacation.

Asley, free of bags and worries, didn't stop clinging to and caressing Nate. From the side, it looked like they were on a honeymoon. Maybe that's what it really is.

Beth, on the other hand, didn't stop running around and shopping. Sometimes on her credit and sometimes on mine. She snapped her fingers every time she wanted me to come pay or carry her bags. I decided it wouldn't be right to let her treat me like that the entire vacation, and that I should confront her at the beginning of the trip to kill it from the start. The next time she snapped her fingers, I went up to her and said directly: "Beth. It's not okey. I'm not your servant who has to show up every time you snap your fingers. I don't like it."

She looked at me with cold eyes. "Look over there," she pointed in the direction of Asley, who was literally swiping at Nate in a nearby cafe. "Do you think I enjoy it?! Do you think I enjoy watching your nymphomaniac wife turn my husband on?! You're not the victim here! You're to blame for all this craziness! The least you can do to make it up to me is to act like a good boy as soon as I snap my fingers. Actually, you know what, from now on you're not allowed to leave me without permission. You're always half a step behind and to my left. Imagine if your neck was tied to my wrist on a leash."

She knew how to talk. What's more, she knew how to disciplined me. Until the end of the vacation, I didn't dare to disobey her anymore. She had me attached to her like a puppy on a leash.

I followed her while she shopped through the streets of Barcelona like a disciplined servant and carried all her bags. When I asked politely if I could bring a bag to help me carry the shopping, she got annoyed at my laziness and wouldn't even let me use the bags anymore.

I followed her and just carried everything with my hands.

One afternoon, we happened to meet Nate and Asley on the Street. "I see you did a great deal of shopping here too," Beth said to Asley, pointing to the bags Asley was holding in her hands. I noticed that most of Asley's bags were from Victoria's Secret and another was from a well-known sex shop in the city.

"Yes," Asley replied, "Beautiful fashion and good prices."

"If you want," Beth suggested, "leave the bags here and Sancho Pancho here," Beth said, nodding at me, "will carry them for you and bring them to your hotel in the evening."

Asley hesitated a bit, but in the end she agreed and loaded her bags on me. Her slight touch with my hands sent a powerful vibration through me. I suddenly remembered how much I love her and how much I miss her touch. Back when she was still truly my wife and not a knight's lover. Back when I was a husband, a man and not a rag. Beth picked up on this and wickedly made sure to ruin the moment.

"Come to me, cute little Sancho. Don't let Asley's scent confuse you and make you forget that you're mine now." She snapped her fingers and began to walk and I clung to her with the bags like a well-trained servant.

At a hotel in Barcelona

In the evening we arrived at Nate and Asley's hotel room to hand over the bags I was carried for her

"Maybe you'll show us what you bought?" Beth said to Asley kindly.

"That's a bit revealing," Asley replied in a whisper as she lowered her gaze.

"What a cute shy girl you are," Beth said, as if she had anticipated the resistance. "I completely understand you. We'll solve this. Sancho, turn around and face the wall so you don't embarrass Asley. That's it. We've solved everything. You're probably not ashamed of me, and you bought those bras and panties so that Nate could see you in them, right?"

She destroyed Asley's excuse in a second, and Asley had no choice but to agree. From the voices I heard and the sound of the door slamming, I assumed that Asley was taking the bags with her to the bathroom to get dressed, Or more accurately, to get undressed.

"How is she?" Beth asked Nate, completely ignoring my presence in the room.

"The truth. I'm a little tired of her. She's dependent and constantly cuddles up to me and touches me. The challenge has already exhausted itself. I've fucked her in every possible hole and way and I'm starting to get a little bored with her. I thought about breaking up with her after Barcelona. What do you say?"

My heart filled with hope.

"Maybe we just need to add something to the menu," Beth said.

"What do you mean?" Nate asked, but then the door opened.

"Wow, how cool," Beth marveled in an artificial and exaggerated way.

I started to turn my head to look. Beth caught me. "You little pervert. Don't look at this beautiful, sexy woman. You'll embarrass her. Put your nose right in the corner. Yes. Like that. Really press it into the corner. Great. Stay like that pervert."

"How sexy your mistress is," Beth said to Nate, "Maybe you'll give me some kind of little private show here?" I didn't hear any answer, but after a few seconds I started to hear strange voices. I peeked in slowly, so they wouldn't notice, the sight was mesmerizing. Beth and Nate stood hugging and kissing passionately. Between them, on her knees was my wife in a sexy and revealing black bra and panties, the back of her head resting on Beth's crotch, her face towards Nate, while Nate, there is no other description, was fucking her mouth that was wide open for him.

It was the most arousing thing I had ever seen in my life. A sigh escaped my mouth. Beth, sharp as a razor, caught it. She turned to me and said with a mocking smile, "Oh, Sancho, I see you like it. Do you, exactly like your slutty wife, want to suck Nate's cock?" Without waiting for my answer, she immediately turned to Nate and pleaded with him, "Please, let him suck you too, I want to see them, husband and wife, working together, as a team."

"No way," Nate said. "He is my friend. And a man."

Beth laughed. "What's funny?" Nate asked.

"That you call him a man while your cock is stuck in his wife's throat."

Nate lowered his gaze and looked at his cock, which was indeed still stuck in Asley's throat, and he also burst out laughing. While they were laughing together, Nate and Beth tightened their embrace, so that Asley was squeezed between them and Nate's cock was pushed even further into her throat. Nate added a few measured and strong pelvic movements, and he and Beth burst out laughing as Beth literally choked on his cock.

"But you're right Nate," Beth said, looking at me, He really does look like a man."

She then turned to me, "Sancho, take the extra bag of Victoria's Secret that your whore wife bought, go into the bathroom and wear what's in it." I did as she told. I came out wearing a daring set of pink thong underwear with a matching short top. Beth approached me and applied matching pink lipstick to my lips.

"Perfect. Come on Nate. You already agreed with me that he is no longer a man, right?" Beth had an inhuman ability to dissolve any resistance.

"True," Nate admitted, "he's not a man, but he's not coming close to my dick."

"Then at least let him suck your toe," Beth pressed.

"Okay," Nate agreed with a demonstrable lack of desire. Of course, no one thought to ask me.

"Great," Beth was enthusiastic, turning to me, "Go ahead, suck his toe. And do it well. With the same effort and enthusiasm you have when you come down to me." I knelt at Nate's feet, arched my back, pressed my lips against his left toe and started sucking.

"Wow, he's really drooling," I heard Asley say. I looked up and saw the faces of Beth, Nate, and Asley, close together, staring at me curiously, like a three-headed monster with six pairs of eyes staring only at me. Asley took advantage of the situation where I stopped sucking Nate's toe and asked openly, "Would you like to suck his cock too?"

"Of course not," I said firmly.

"Then go back sucking his toe," Beth ordered resolutely. I obeyed.

After several more minutes that seemed like forever, I heard Beth's voice again. "Look at me. Now, do you want to suck your knight's dick?"

"No," I answered and lowered my gaze.

"Then keep sucking his toes!" Beth order viciously. My back was hurting and my lips swelled with pain, but I kept sucking his toes.

"I don't want him to suck my dick at all," I heard Nate say. What a true friend I have, coming to my rescue, I thought to myself.

"It's not all about you and your cock," Beth answered him. "I won't let Sancho Pancho stop sucking until he says yes. It's a matter of respect for me. "As far as I'm concerned, his mouth will dry up on your toe." She let me suck his toe for maybe 10 more minutes before turning to me again.

"I'm asking again, and think carefully before you answer me, do you want to suck Nate's cock?" My mouth was already completely dry and my back, which had been hunched over for fifteen minutes, was killing me. I was broken and exhausted. I had no choice.

"Yes," I muttered and lowered my eyes.

"Say it," she demanded.

"I want to suck Nate's cock."

"If you want it so much, then ask for it," Beth said with fake sweetness.

"Nate. Can I please suck you off?"

Asley's eyes sparkled. "Please, please Nate, let him."

"I won't allow it and I don't agree."

"Then at least let him lick it. He's amazing at it, believe me," Beth convinced.

"okey" Nate sighed and reluctantly spread his legs. I straightened my back and entered between his legs. Straightening my back felt so good that I actually felt relieved. Honestly, it was worth sucking Nate's cock just for that. I felt grateful that he agreed to let me straighten up even if only to lick his cock. I brought my face closer to Nate's Loins. I felt Beth and Asley's eyes fixated on me like a hawk on its prey.

"Put your tongue out," said Beth. "Now come closer slowly, as slowly as you can, make the most delicate contact you can with your tongue."

As soon as the contact was made, Beth shouted, "Stop. Don't move." I froze.

"What a pleasure to see this connection," Asley said, "So natural and appropriate."

"Wait. Don't move. This is a moment worth a picture," Beth said, slowly going to get her cell phone while my tongue touched Nate's cock like a tongue stuck to an icicle. She photographed the humiliating situation from several angles until she was satisfied with the result.

"You can continue," Beth said softly. I began to move my tongue up and down, like Asley had taught me. Nate let out a sigh and immediately came to his senses, as if frightened by the pleasure I had caused him, moved my hand away from his cock and closed his legs.

"Enough... no..."

Both women protested loudly. "Let him. He's so nice and friendly to your cock."

"No. Enough. There's a limit. I don't want to," Nate said firmly.

"Then at least let him say goodbye properly," Beth requested.

"Yes. Yes. Let him at least give you a goodbye kiss." said Asley.

"Okay," Nate surrendered and slowly opened his legs. I understood my role. I advanced on my knees until I was close enough and leaned in with my lips towards his cock.

"No. Not like that. When you want to say goodbye nicely to a cock, you don't just pounce on him with kisses. If you want him to let you touch his beautiful cock again, you have to know how to behave."

No. I don't want to touch his dick again, I shouted. But it was probably in my heart because no one answered or paid attention.

Orit continued. "Sancho, you're a tool carrier," I nodded in the affirmative, "So first of all, carry your knight's tool." I understood her. I reached out and held his erect penis.

"He has two more round tools that you also need to carry, Sancho," she said impatiently, as if she were talking to a difficult-to-grasp child. I cupped his testicles with my other hand.

"Great. Now you can greet him and say goodbye to him properly. Speak to him softly and politely, and only then kiss him goodbye. Understood?" I nodded.

I looked straight into my knight's eyes and started to speak, "Knight, I..." Orit interrupted me immediately.

"No. No. You're not saying goodbye to your knight now. You're saying goodbye to your knight's cock. Speak to him." I lowered my gaze and turned to the cock I was holding in my hand, "Honorable cock. Thank you for letting me lick you. This is the first time I've done this. I hope you enjoyed it and will let me lick you again. Thank you. Goodbye, beautiful cock." I leaned over and gave him a long kiss on the center of his bulbous head.

"Wow. Where did you get that moving speech from?" Asley laughed and clapped her hands. Beth and Nate laughed with her.

"It came so naturally to him." Beth giggled and everyone continued to laugh. "But seriously," Beth turned to her husband, "Tell the truth honey, was it nice?"

"Yes it was. As you said, he has a gentle and pleasant tongue."

"So will you let him do it again?" Beth asked with sparkling eyes.

"I think so," Nate smiled at the sound of the girls' cheers.

"Did you hear this Sancho?" Beth turned to me with a forced and mocking smile. "He agreed. You did a good job. You should be proud of yourself."

I didn't know how to respond so I just said "thank you" and looked down.

"You may not be sucking cock yet, But you're already a certified cock licker.," Beth told me slowly and emphatically. Every word in that sentence felt like a poisoned arrow in my heart. But the most painful was the word "yet." It emphasized the slow process of me going from a friend, colleague, and husband into something completely different. Something that I still didn't fully understand. But it was clear that Beth already had a clear plan for my future and my new status.