NC AU - Amber's Birthday Weekend

This is the first portion of my version of Amber's Birthday Weekend. It takes place after the events of writerinabox version of Neighborhood Chronicles (be sure to check it out, it's really good).

I make no claim to the characters or world which were created by AvidReaderNoviceWriter. This is just a fun project and writing exercise and I've gotten permission from the original authors to continue the story. I've done my best to try to keep the spirit of the original and the characters, but obviously I'm a different writer and have a different style so please don't expect a one to one comparison with other authors and their writing style.

Please enjoy and look forward to more coming as soon as I can :)

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Neighborhood Chronicles AU Extended - Amber's Birthday Weekend

Treat Hill's Cabin

Friday Afternoon

Bill and Amber pulled up to the picturesque cabin that sat on a hill beside a sparkling blue lake. Down the hill, there was a dock with a small sailboat and a boathouse painted red and white like a classical barn. The cabin itself was a two-story log cabin built in the last few years for rental excursions and Airbnb's. It had all the modern conveniences, but with miles and miles of trees and emptiness to give perfect privacy. The front porch circled the entire cabin, the awning painted green, awash with fallen foliage.

When they had looked up the cabin, they'd been impressed with how large it was. Four bedrooms, though they only needed two, a massive fully equipped kitchen, living room with big screen TV and satellite reception. There was a jacuzzi on the enclosed portion of the porch in the back, as well as spacious bathrooms with glass showers and jetted tubs. The view it had was breathtaking no matter what time of day, and it simply screamed comfort and peace and luxury.

"Well..." Amber let out a sigh, staring at the cabin. "Here we are." She turned to Bill and brushed back some stray strands of her blonde hair. "Still feeling okay?" Her cheeks were slightly pink with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Bill took a deep breath, hands still on the steering wheel. "Yeah..." He swallowed nervously. "Yeah."

Amber put a hand on Bill's arm, rubbing up along his bicep under his t-shirt sleeve. "Hey... Remember. We talked about this. Be honest."

For a moment, Bill just stared at the steering wheel. The silence of the lake and the forest surrounding them gave him both comfort and a sort of chill. Like the feeling someone gets when they think they are being watched. Were the trees judging him? Watching as he was about to take another huge leap in his marriage and their new... dynamic?

Over the past weeks leading up to Amber's birthday, Bill and his wife had discussed this weekend at length. Detail after detail. After their anniversary, things had truly changed. There was no doubt in their minds that the didn't want to stop with Jack. They wanted to continue. With Jack. And with Stacy. The experience was just too potent, addictive, to let go. And now that they'd talked and worked out some of the wrinkles that had arisen after they'd first started, it was becoming even better.

Amber had been seeing Jack almost every other day, usually after work. They weren't going to rearrange their schedules for this new lifestyle, and Bill and Amber had decided that the things she'd done with Jack in the past were too risky. Sex at work. In public. Those activities needed to be kept to a minimum and planned.

That was another thing they'd agreed on. No surprises. At least, no ones that didn't involve Bill being aware or involved. They were going to be open and honest about everything and Bill was never going to be left in the dark again.

However, that didn't mean he was going to see or know about everything Jack and Amber did. He may know that they were having sex, but sometimes denying him the details and the visuals was part of the fun. Bill had been resistant to admit it at first, but after some sensual prodding from his wife, he'd come clean that it was arousing to know she was doing things with Jack but not getting to see it or know all about it. The mystery was part of the fun.

Now they were here. This weekend was going to be... interesting. Bill didn't know everything that was planned. But what they did know was that Amber had wanted to take things a little further. To push the bounds of this new lifestyle they were stepping into.

Cuckold hadn't been a word they'd used more than a handful of times. But this weekend was about diving into that experience more thoroughly. Amber wanted to be the Queen taken by the Barbarian Conqueror. She wanted Bill, her wonderful, glorious, amazing, king, to sit on his throne and watch as his queen was defiled. Used. Taken from him in every way he could imagine and some he couldn't. Bill may rule the realm, but Jack commanded the queen.

Amber had explained this to Bill and he understood, for the most part. And he couldn't deny he liked watching Amber be taken. That her naughty, dirty, humiliating words had an effect on him he just couldn't fully explain. But now she wanted to push things further. Up till now, she'd been doing it all for Bill, always talking to him in the videos or while having sex with Jack in front of him. Except when Jack had taken her that night of the football game. She remembered that. And it thrilled her. Just Jack and her. Alone. Bill asleep and everything they did was for their own perverse pleasure.

She wanted that level of intimacy again. So, this weekend Bill was truly going to take on the role of a cuckold. He wouldn't be allowed sexual contact or gratification with Amber or Stacy. At least, that was the plan. Jack was the 'Alpha'. He was the man that was going to get all the attention, and the girls were going to do whatever he wanted. Bill wouldn't have a say. In fact, Amber had told him that sometimes he wouldn't even get to watch. Or even listen. This weekend was about her. Not them as a married couple. It was about her as a woman. A queen. And she wanted the barbarian to have his way.

Bill sucked in a slow breath and then turned to meet Amber's blue eyes. "I'm okay. Really." He said, though it wasn't all that convincing.

Amber upped Bill's cheeks in her hands. "I love you." She said firmly. "If at any point this weekend you doubt that, you look at me and you ask, 'do you love me' and I'm going to answer, 'I love you.' It doesn't matter what state I'm in, I'll say it." She was deadly serious and her face was a mask of sincerity.

Bill smiled and nodded, a bit of the tension in his chest and arms relaxing. He let his hands slip from the steering wheel. "Okay."

"And you remember the safe word, right?"

"Cupcakes." He said, chuckling as his wife grinned back at him.

For a moment, Bill took in the sight of her. She was dressed in a very nice, form fitting, blue sundress that clung to her curves nicely and accented her lovely breasts and ass. He put a hand on her bare knee and squeezed. "I love you."

Amber nodded. "This is your last chance. When we get out of this car..." She cleared her throat, her cheeks blazing pink. This whole weekend had been her idea, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous about it too. "When we get out of this car, Jack owns me. Owns me and Stacy." She put a finger on Bill's nose. "You're not getting anything this weekend. Definitely no sex of any kind in any hole. You're just.... A spectator."

They both chuckled at that last bit.

"I'm going to belong to Jack and do whatever he wants. This whole weekend. From the second we step out until Sunday night when we get back in this car. Understand?" Her hand rested on Bill's thigh and squeezed, then rose a little higher, grazing the outline of his semi hard cock. "You're going to be all alone this weekend when it comes to your... release." She giggled.

Bill let his head fall back in a groan. "I can't believe I agreed to this."

She smacked his arm playfully. "You know I'll make up for it later." 

He gave Amber a sidelong glance, but smiled anyway. She'd promised that after this weekend he'd get some similar treatment from her. A submissive wife at home. All his and practically no rules. He was definitely looking forward to that, but before he could get to that moment, he had to go through nearly three days of torture.

"Any other rules we need to go over?" Bill asked as he unbuckled.

"The safe word always applies. And what I said about asking if I love you. But, besides that, whatever Jack says or whatever I say, goes. If we tell you to leave the room, you leave. If we tell you to jerk off then, you jerk off." Amber mused in thought for a second as she undid her seat belt. "We won't ask you anything humiliating, though." She turned to him and ran a lovely blue painted nail along his scruffy jaw. "This weekend you're a cuckold, Bill. And cuckold's don't get to have the kinda fun a bull does. So, I hope you're ready to see Jack in complete and utter sexual bliss." She tapped his nose with her nail and grinned slyly.

Bill nodded, feeling the strain in his pants and the heat in his chest. He was in a paradox of arousal and pain and frustration. Even after over a month of this new dynamic they'd found themselves in and had worked on cultivating, it was still difficult. Jack... well, Jack was Jack. Bill still didn't like him all that much, but he'd come to respect him.  

After everything they'd gone through, it seemed that Jack had come to respect Bill and Amber's relationship, even protective of their marriage. If he ever had Amber over for a date, he made sure that she and Bill had a date night after on his dime. And he never skimped. He set them up at fancy hotels, five-star restaurants, he even sent them to a local carnival and bought them so many tickets they were able to ride everything and play every game multiple times with tickets to spare. It was sort of jarring, if Bill was being honest. And though Jack was still a prickly pervert that was less than civil most of the time, Bill was still able to enjoy a beer with him on occasion, sitting by the pool or on the back porch, no Amber or Stacy involved.

Maybe, in a way, they'd become friends. But it was a very strange friendship for sure.

Another car pulled up next to theirs and the man himself, Jack, waved from his window with a surprisingly friendly grin. Stacy leaned forward from the passenger's side and gave a big, friendly wave too. It almost seemed like they were all there for a normal, relaxing weekend.

Bill's hand lingered on the door handle for a second, his heart beginning to pound. Amber leaned over and put her hand on his. "Remember." She whispered into his ear. "I love you." Bill nodded, turned and kissed Amber slow and deep, knowing that he'd most likely not get to kiss her again until Sunday night.

Amber closed her hand over Bill's and opened the door, taking the decision away from him completely with a sly grin. "Okay, tiger. Time to let the birthday girl have some fun." With that she opened her door and slipped out of the car as Jack and Stacey were getting out of theirs.

Stacey came around and gave Amber a big hug. She was dressed in a similar sundress that hugged her figure but in a lovely orange instead of blue. Her brunette locks held back in a ponytail. "There's the birthday girl!" She laughed as they embraced.  

"Not till Sunday." Amber smiled.

"Nothing wrong with celebrating all weekend." Jack said, stepping up to the girls. He was dressed in some loose blue board shorts and a button up Hawaiian shirt, his stomach bouncing over the waist of his pants and slightly exposed from under the shirt.

"I'm not gonna argue." Amber said, giving Jack a wink.

Bill came around, joining the group, hands shoved in his jeans pockets and trying to look calm and confident.

Seeing her husband approach, Amber gave him a polite grin, almost indifferent and turned her attention to Jack, Stacey doing the same, their back's to him. Jack stepped closer and put his arms around the girl's shoulders and brought them close to him, pressing their chests to his oversized chest. "Alright girls, we can get this weekend started. Bill, mind going into town and picking up some groceries? We are gonna need everything on this list." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bill.

Jack didn't even wait for Bill to reply, arms around the girls' waists, he turned them towards the cabin and was ushering them down the gravel walkway. He watched them go. Amber didn't even look back at him. Jack's hand moved down from their waists a bit lower, hands caressing their swaying asses.

They'd discussed the groceries they'd need for the weekend, but Bill had thought that Jack was going to bring them, not make Bill go. But... well, he guessed this was part of this weekend. Bill wasn't in charge. Jack was. He was getting everything and Bill was going to be forced to watch, and that's if Jack was feeling generous. Usually he was. He liked having Bill watch him own Amber and Stacy. Ever since their anniversary, Jack had gotten all the special treatment and Bill had just gotten... well, he'd gotten sex with Amber, which was terrific but it wasn't anything like that day.

With a deep sigh, Bill took the list and got back into the car and drove back into town. It took him the better part of an hour to get everything on the list, load it all up, and then another thirty minutes to get back to the cabin. Two full hours had passed since they'd first arrived at the cabin. What had been going on while he'd been gone? Would he ever know?

As he pulled in and parked, he tried to make sure he kept himself calm. Part of him wanted to run inside, see what was happening. Amber had been very clear. This weekend he was a cuck. No privileges. If he wanted to know what had gone on during these past hours, he may have to simply be content with the fact it was a secret the girls and Jack would take to their grave. Bill opened the trunk and pulled out two heavy laden grocery bags. He walked the path to the porch and to the front door, listening closely...

It was quiet. The sounds of lapping waves from the lake, soft bugs buzzing around and leaves shifting in the breeze were the only thing that broke the silence of the great outdoors. Juggling the bags, Bill was able to open the door and slip inside to the cool of the cabin.

The first floor was a large open living area and kitchen with a dinner table separating the two locations. In the living area was a large couch, a couple of recliners, a fireplace and a flatscreen hanging over it. The bedrooms were upstairs. The cabin was eerily quiet. Had the girls and Jack gone somewhere? Maybe they were in the hot tub? Amber had kept most of her packing secret, not letting Bill see what clothes and swimsuits and underwear she was bringing on the trip. She and Stacy had gone out on a few shopping trips, each time bringing home new things that she never let Bill get a peek at.

He put the bags down on the kitchen counter and went to the back door, peeking out onto the back patio where the hot tub was, but it was still covered and hadn't been turned on yet. If they weren't out back or in the living room, then the only other options were at the lake or upstairs. It was far more likely they were upstairs... but Bill was torn. If everyone was upstairs, in the bedrooms... then...

Bill took some calming breaths and went to the stairs, making his way up and then down the hall. Sure enough, he began to hear something. Soft murmurs. Pants. Breathing. The master bedroom was at the far end of the hall from the staircase and the door was slightly ajar. If hit had been closed, would that mean Bill wasn't allowed to come in? They hadn't discussed details like this, at least not yet. But it was open, at least a little. Maybe on purpose. Maybe a mistake. Whatever the reason, Bill knew he had to take advantage. Whatever opportunities he got this weekend, he was determined to take.

Slipping close to the door, he pushed it just lightly enough it opened more, and he peeked inside. Bill was treated to the sight of Amber and Stacy's asses facing the door. He stared with wide eyes as he took in the scene. The bed was a California king and Jack lay back against the headboard, pillows propped up behind him. His clothes had been discarded somewhere in the room, as well as the girls' dresses and underwear, if they were ever even wearing any. His belly obscured Bill's view of Jack's face, but by the way he was groaning, he was in utter ecstasy.

Amber was on the left, her legs together as she was on all fours, her ass soft and beautiful and like a heart as Bill watched, her bald slit and asshole framed. She wiggled it a little as she was sucking at Jack's dark purple head. Stacy, on the right, was in much the same position, but she was licking along his shaft. Jack's cock was already dripping and glistening with the girl's spit. Throbbing from their attention.

"That's it girls... fuuuuck yes, worship it." Jack groaned and then Bill noticed he was holding his phone and filming the girls giving him the double blowjob.

"So fucking big," Stacy cooed and giggled, wiggling her ass and unknowingly giving Bill a brief glimpse of her slightly hairy pussy. "Fucking huge Jack. I hope you really appreciate that if it wasn't for this thing, we wouldn't ever look at you." Stacy laughed and Amber joined her as she pulled her mouth off his cock.

"Well, I'm not gonna worry about what might be. I've got the fattest cock you girls have ever seen and you fucking love it." His laugh made his belly bounce.

"Actually, Chester was bigger, at least by a little." Amber teased.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock, slut?" Jack growled, there wasn't much heat in it, but Bill definitely detected a little jealousy.

"Calm down big boy." Stacy giggled and moved down, kissing along his length. "We prefer you to that jerk. Big cock or not, there's something to be said about character." Amber's friend trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, up to where Amber's lips were sealed around Jack's head again.

"Mmmm, you like this big dick, huh, birthday girl?"

Amber's eyes met Stacy's, and she nodded, still sucking like a vacuum.

"Share." Stacy whispered. Without hesitation Amber popped her lips off and took Jack's shaft in hand, her wedding ring glittering and moved the cock to her friend's lips, letting her swallow the slick wet head.

Jack groaned. "Fuck yes..."

"LIke that Daddy?" Amber asked, still holding the root of his shaft, letting Stacy suckle the head. "Like us ladies giving this cock the attention it deserves?" Bill couldn't see the look on Amber's face, only her hair over her shoulder and the view of her ass and pussy as she was pleasing another man.

"Yeah." Jack panted. "Fucking tell me how much you love it, slut. How much more you love it than that pathetic little husband."

"Little Billy yanked his willy." Amber said in a singsong, mocking tone. "Fucking small dick compared to this. You're so big Jack. You fucking fill me in ways Bill never could or will."

"You love my cock, don't you?" Bill could hear the grin in his voice.

"Yes, Daddy." Amber whispered sensually. Leaning down, Bill heard her lips wetly kissing his shaft. "So fucking much. I love this cock."

"Ohhhh fuck Amber, say it again." Jack moaned, and the camera moved to get closer.

Was she looking at the camera? Were her eyes closed as she was worshiping Jack's shaft. Stacy was busying herself, sucking sloppily over the whole of Jack's massive purple plum.

"I love it, Jack. I fucking love how you fuck me. How you make me cum. How you just take me, use me. I'm your fucking slut, Daddy. I want you to take me from my husband this weekend. Make me all yours."

Stacy popped off the cock and the girls moved close, cheek to cheek, looking at Jack, the backs of their heads to Bill. A soft wet slap sound emanated, no doubt his cock slapping against the girl's lips. "Fucking own us Jack." That was Stacy.

Bill watched, his ears on fire as he heard the dirty words coming from his wife. Up till now all the dirty talk had been for his benefit. Amber knew he would be listening and watching and so the words would enhance the taboo and sexual fun. But Amber didn't know Bill was here, listening in. These words were for her and Jack. Bill wasn't even a factor. It made his stomach twist and his cock strain in a paradox of arousal and jealousy.

Jack groaned. "Yes, girls... oh... looks like we have an audience."

Bill's breath caught, and he nearly choked when Amber and Stacy turned to look over their shoulders at him, peeking in through the cracked door. Their faces and lips were glistening with streaks of pre-cum and saliva. Their eyes were drunk on sex, and when Amber's gaze metBill's, it hardened.

Slipping off the bed, Amber walked over to the door, unconcerned that she was naked, breasts swaying and bouncing as she approached. Her hips rocked back and forth and her pussy was perfectly framed between her toned thighs. She came up to the door, standing just a foot away from Bill and looked him right in the eye. "Do you need something?" She said it harshly and with a tone of annoyance.

Bill stammered. "I... I got the... the groceries."

"Oh? Do you want a treat or something? Have you put them away?" She crossed her arms under her tits, putting them on display, almost taunting Bill to look.

"I... oh... uh... no I still..."

"Then go do it. And don't come into a room without knocking next time." Amber scolded, then put a hand on Bill's chest, gently but forcefully pushing him back into the hall. Before the door shut, Amber flashed a little smile and wink, then the door closed, the sound of the lock clicking echoing through the empty hall.

Bill stood, stunned. He'd just been... his wife had just... he was trying to process what he'd just seen and heard. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was still jarring every time he saw the girls giving Jack pornstar-like treatment. Bill wanted it so bad. He'd gotten a little taste, but after the anniversary, he'd been relegated to simpler encounters and watching Jack become the luckiest bastard in the world.

The noises behind the door got louder.

"Yes! Oh fucking God Jack, yes..." that was Amber yelling. And she wasn't holding back. Out here in the woods, there was no one to hear her scream except Bill, and he didn't matter to them.

-- --

Amber's heart leapt when she shut the door and locked it. It was equal parts thrilling and guilt inducing. The look on Bill's face had been priceless, but she so wanted to give him a reassuring kiss. But that would have to wait. Turning back to the bed, she saw Stacy swallowing Jack's hairy balls, suckling them like they were sugary jawbreakers and could suck them for hours.

Jack was sitting up now, back against the headboard, so he could better look down at what was being done to his cock. After a moment of watching Stacy with perverted arrogance, he looked up and met Amber's eyes. "Come get on this! I've been dying for that cunt all morning."

She rolled her eyes but happily skipped over to the bed and climbed back on, Stacy giving Amber's ass a quick slap as she mounted Jack's lap. Planting a foot on either side of Jack's wide lap, she reached down and grasped hold of his member. "Mmmm, is daddy hard for his little married slut?"

He had a shit-eating grin on as he reached his meaty hands out and took hold of Amber's hips. "How could I not be? A pussy like yours, you deserve to be stretched by your daddy."

Amber traced his head along her slit, moaning at the heat and the feel of it as it pushed her lips open, touching her sensitive tunnel. "Mmm fuck Jack. I hope you're ready for this weekend, because we are going to fucking drain you." She looked down at him with a look of lust she knew she'd never given her husband, and slowly let herself begin to sink down on Jack's cock.

Everyone moaned as his thick head stretched and slipped inside Amber with a soft, slick squelch. Her hands went to her tits, twisting the piercings and bouncing them in her palms in front of Jack as she squatted down more and more, taking each inch slow.

"God, that's fucking amazing!" Stacy giggled and gave Amber's ass another slap. "You're such a slut for that fat thing."

"So are you." Amber grinned at her friend before turning back to Jack. "Like it Daddy? Am I tight enough for my lover?"

Jack grunted, his cock jumping inside her pussy as she finally came down and her ass pressed to his wet balls. "Fuck, you were made for my cock!"

Without needing to be told, she started to rise up and then squat back down. Letting Jack's cock rub up against every ridge and wall inside her. She felt every vein, the mushroom head pulling and the whole of his dick stretching her wide. "Yesssss! I was fucking made for your cock, Jack. Fucking take what belongs to you!"

Her rotund neighbor didn't need any more encouragement. Gripping her hips, he started thrusting fast and hard up into her cunt with loud wet slaps of skin.

"Yes! Oh fucking God Jack, yes..." Amber let go of her tits and let them bounce freely, hands going back to steady herself against his thigh. "Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Oh GOD so fucking big!"

Stacy lay back next to them, leg tented open and rubbing herself watching Amber ride the hairy man that had somehow become lucky enough to claim Amber, stealing her from her good-looking husband. Poor Bill. She felt bad for him, but that only lasted for a second as she watched Jack's fat member splitting Amber open raw and slick.  

"OHHHH FUCK ME JACK PLEASE!" Amber screamed. Considering Jack's health, he was doing amazing, never letting up as she thrust his meaty hips up, impaling his neighbor over and over onto him completely, balls slapping her perfectly plump ass, making it ripple.

"Yes! Fuck! Take it slut! Take my fucking cock!" Jack growled, hands migrating from her hips to her ass squeezing hard enough to almost leave bruises. By the end of this weekend, he was determined that Amber would bear the marks of their fucking. Light bruises. Hickies. Maybe even a baby. That thought made him even harder. It was unlikely, of course. Amber was on birth control and thought Chester had put the idea in his head of seeing Amber and even Stacy's belly swelling with his seed, he couldn't make himself be so evil.

This arrangement was magical. It was unique. But it was fragile too. Bill may have embraced the role of cuckold, but he wasn't some push over wimp. Jack knew if he overstepped, pushed things too far, that this would all end. It might even end with Jack getting his ass kicked. On top of that... he actually respected Bill. He could tell he loved Amber and Jack was developing his own feelings for the young wife. If the man was willing to share his wife in such an intimate way, then he had to give the man credit.

However... if they asked... if they wanted to push the fantasy further... Jack wouldn't be opposed to lending his baby batter to the mix.

Gripping her ass tighter, he rammed Amber down hard and made her scream out.

"So fucking BIGGGGG!"

Sweating and grunting with the effort, feeling himself starting to lose steam, Jack put on a last burst of speed, wanting Amber to cum while he was looking up at her beforethey moved to other positions.

"Cum! Cum for me Amber! Cum on my cock. Let your pathetic husband hear how you're getting off on my dick!"

Amber obeyed. Hands in her hair and moaning loud as an orgasm rushed through her, making her pussy clench down on his cock, milking it hard like a wet velvet fist. He loved the feeling. Would never tire of it. This weekend was going to be heaven and hell, all wrapped into one. He had so many plans for the birthday girl. This was just the warmup.

"God yes, I'm cumming!" Amber was a wild flower blooming red and sweaty and swaying as Jack pounded with loud, lewd slaps.

Stacy groaned, laying back, fingers sliding in and out of her pussy in time with Jack's thrusts.

"Both of you! Cum. Cum for Daddy!" Jack groaned and then felt his own orgasm take hold. He had hoped to hold on, but Amber was too tight, burning hot and he couldn't resist giving the young wife his cum.

It shot out from his cock, like a burning firehose, coating every inch inside as Amber finally came down on him one last time, resting on his lap, shaking from her own orgasm and feeling Jack emptying his balls deep into her.

"Yesssss! Yes Daddy! I feel you cumming in me! Oh, fuck Jack, I love it! I love your cum!" She was panting, shaking, eyes fluttering before she looked down and put her hands on his hair broad chest, hands trailing down his pecks that were flabby and to his belly that was matted with slick hair, fingers tangling in the kinky hair and coating her palms in his sweat. "Fuck Jack yes so much... so big... oh fuck I love you..." She groaned and leaned down, pressing her tits against him and kissed his mouth hard.

For a moment Stacy watched the two, the statement Amber had just uttered in the middle of an orgasm not lost on her. She'd been suspecting that her friend was gaining feelings for her slovish neighbor. It was nearly impossible to have so much sex with someone and not develop some sort of feelings. But to hear the admission was surprising, especially since Bill wasn't present. This was much more intimate than Amber making the declaration while her husband watched. It meant that this talk was more than just something she did for Bill. She was doing it for herself.

Stacy rolled towards them, bringing her face next to Amber and Jack and joined the kiss. Tongues tangling together, lips rubbing and slipping and biting. Jack put his arms around them both, pulling them close and hard against him. The kiss broke and Amber and Stacy began kissing Jack's jaw, his neck, over his chest to his nipples, licking and nipping at them, making him groan in a new level of pleasure. They let their tongues trail down his chest and stomach, gathering up his sweat and matting his hair further as their lips met near his belly, kissing sloppily, letting spit and sweat drip into his belly button.

"Fuck girls, yes...." He groaned in complete ecstasy, wriggling under their hands and bodies and mouths.

Amber slipped off Jack's cock with a wet pop, his cum dripping out in thick streams onto his still semi hard member. "Mmmmm fuck so much cum," Amber cooed and reached down, scooping up some on her fingers and looking directly at Jack, licking his semen off them with a seductive gaze. Stacy moved between Amber's legs and quickly began to lick and suck up the dripping cum from her friend's pussy, swirling it and letting it drip from her lips and tongue and down her chin to her swaying tits.

"Mmmm, fucking get messy, girls. Show me you're nasty for me." Jack grinned smugly.

Amber leaned in again, kissing Jack deeply. "You want us to be nasty? Dirty sluts for our big-dicked-daddy?" She scraped her nails over his chest.

"Yeah. Fucking show me how dirty you girls can be for a real man."

Amber rolled over onto her back and beckoned Stacy over to continue eating the cum from her pussy, pulling her legs up higher so her ass was up off the bed and exposing her pink puckering hole. Whatever telepathic conversation the girls could have, happened in a single meeting of the eyes. Stacy licked and slurped and gathered up the thick white from between Amber's folds. She held it in her mouth and then took hold of Amber's cheeks and opened them wider, exposing her asshole. Opening her mouth, Stacy let the mixture of juices and spit and semen drip down from her lips directly into Amber's winking anus.

Amber groaned, holding her legs up and feeling the cool yet sticky warm mixture dripping into her asshole. "Ohhh fuck Stac..." she moaned, laying her head back in a strange new feeling of arousal.

Jack watched Stacy as she dripped the illicit seed and fluids into her friend's ass. Truly being dirty. And just for him. There was no way he was going to let Bill see the girls like this. Oh, he'd let him see Jack fuck them and use them, but he was going to reserve the truly dirty and erotic and submissive stuff just for him. Bill could have his fun, but Jack was going to have his too.

The last drops of the sticky goo left Stacy's lips, Amber's asshole bubbling full and glazed around the rim. She let her friend's cheeks go and her ass clapped closed.

Amber let her legs go and lay back, panting. Stacy crawled up next to her and rested her head on Amber's shoulder while Jack lay on his side, watching the girls bask in the glow of the aftermath of their orgasms. There was no way they were done, but they could use a break. It was going to be a long weekend.

Rolling off the bed, making the mattress groan and bedframe creek, Jack got up and walked over to the master bath to take a leak, but was struck with an idea. Turning back to the girls as they were curled up on the bed, he grinned. "Amber... why don't you go downstairs and get us some drinks?" He grinned almost sinisterly.

Amber pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at Jack curiously as he told her what he wanted her to do, making her blush.

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Bill could only take so much. He'd stood there for a few minutes listening to his wife getting fucked. The moans and the screams and the grunts. The foul words that drifted through the thick wood door. With a raging erection and anger bubbling in his stomach, but also mixing with her perverted arousal, Bill turned and went back to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

The task did a good job of helping to get his mind off of what was going on behind closed doors. He knew that this would be the case. None of this was a surprise. Amber had been crystal clear. Bill was going to be a cuck this weekend, well... he was a cuck period. Though their dynamic seemed a bit different from a lot of the typical depictions of that sort of lifestyle. He wasn't barred from having sex with Amber, but... sometimes he was. Like this weekend. This was erotic torture. It was a game. And they were just getting started. Bill couldn't let himself crack now.

If Bill couldn't handle even just seeing and hearing a little wild sex, then what might happen when things got much more intense. Because they clearly would.

A soft creak from the stairs pulled Bill from his thoughts as he put the last of the ice cream in the freezer. Shutting the door he turned and saw Amber standing at the foot of the stairs. If his erection had been bothering him before it was worse now.

Amber was nearly naked, the only thing on a very thin pair of white string thong panties that were so sheer he could see every contour of her pussy... and the very sticky big wet spot seeping into the material. His wife stood confident and straight-backed, walking into the kitchen, her tits bouncing, the nipple piercings glittering in the overhead lights. Her steps brought her right up to Bill, and her eyes were hard and dismissive. "Could you move, please? I need to get some drinks."

"Uh... uh okay." Bill stammered and stepped back, eyes still on her beautiful tits, her skin shining with a thin layer of sexual sweat, hair pulled back in a messy blonde ponytail.

"Stop looking at my tits, Bill. You haven't earned that right." Amber said sternly, turning to the fridge and pulling the door open, looking quickly for where Bill had put the beer and then with exaggerative flair, bent down at the waist, ass sticking out, cheeks opening to reveal the thin string between her cheeks and a shining circular base of a butt plug that had a large letter J stamped into the steel. Around the little handle that was sticking out, there was a slick, thick smear of what Bill thought might be lube, but... it looked more like a mixture of cum and spit...

It was clear Amber was showing this to Bill on purpose. She'd been sent to tease him, and not just that... the fact that the butt plug was branded... well, that was as close to actually branding Amber as you could get without actually doing something bodily altering. It didn't look like one of the bigger ones she'd used to help train her asshole, but it was big enough and her ass was gripping it tightly as she wiggled her hips, grabbing three beers and then standing back up and slamming the fridge door.

Without a word, she turned away from Bill and started back to the stairs, ass swaying and tits jiggling as if it were no big deal that she was so exposed. It was a far cry from the person Amber had been all those months ago before Jack had come into their lives.

Bill stared at his wife's ass, thinking how that plug was there... that she was basically branded for Jack.

Amber stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned back to Bill, that stern look still there. It was driving Bill insane. Seeing the indifference. It made him rock hard. His blood boiled. It always pissed him off. His wife shouldn't be treating him like this. The very idea that he was allowing this... and liking it... it was really screwing with him. Would he ever get used to it?

"Bill." Amber said flatly. "You need to keep your eyes up here." She pointed to her eyes. "This body is for Jack. He's in charge. We aren't here for you. Except when Jack says it's okay for you to watch or listen. Okay? If the door is closed... you need to mind your own business." It was all said so matter-of-factly. Sternly. Amber expected Bill to follow the rules. And Bill... as infuriating as it was, was on the verge of cumming, listing to her lay down the law.

He nodded, unable to find his voice for a moment. "And... if the door is open?" He finally ventured.

Amber grinned and gave Bill a sultry wink. "Then maybe you'll get a chance to see how good Jack is in bed. Much better than you, that's for sure." She gave a little chuckle, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and started up the stairs. "Don't look at my ass, Bill! It's not yours this weekend." She called back and then vanished upstairs.

With Amber gone again, Bill was at a loss as to what to do. It was only five in the afternoon. This day was far from over. And he still had two more to go after this. Was he just going to be left alone the whole time? Would he be confined to just standing in the hallway and getting a few drifting words and moans? Or would there be more?

What was he supposed to do? Just stay there in the kitchen and... do nothing? Putter around? Watch TV? That was boring. Was he really just going to take all of this and be left alone?

Well... that was the point. This week Bill didn't matter. It was all about Amber and what she wanted. And what she wanted was Jack to use her and take her and own her. And as a bonus, she brought along her friend. If Bill was lucky, he'd get to watch, listen, who knows... they'd agreed he wasn't going to get any action, but maybe... sometimes in the heat of the moment things could go a completely different direction. He could hope.

Until then, he refused to just sit downstairs and do nothing. With deep breaths and sweaty palms, Bill talked himself up quietly and marched upstairs.

-- --

The door was slightly open. Was it a trick? Bill stood at the end of the hall, staring. Amber had just told him if the door was closed, he had to go away. But now it was open. Was she inviting him to watch? Listen? Or was it some sort of test?

His heart was pounding as he listened. There wasn't anything that indicated they were having sex again. He took a step forward, then another. Listening intently. Nothing.

Bill slapped his cheeks, trying to break himself out of the trance he was in and just go look. The door was open. It was an invitation. He stopped his halting steps and started walking confidently to the door and, with only a short pause, stuck his head in and looked.

Stacy was sitting on the bed, one foot up on the edge, slowly painting her toenails. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she was dressed in tight blue spandex shorts and a matching sports bra that was practically bursting. She looked up from her task, raising an eyebrow when she saw Bill staring back at her. "What?" The slight twitch of her lips gave away that she was hiding a smile. They must have known Bill couldn't help but be curious.

He cleared his throat. "Um... wh... where's Amber? And Jack?" Bill's eyes darted around the room but there was nowhere for them to hide.

With a twitch of her head, Stacy motioned to the bathroom. The door was closed and only the softest of sounds was escaping. Water. The shower. Was that a gasp? Bill couldn't tell from where he was.

"Door's closed." Stacy said with a grin as she was slowly brushing her big toe with sparkling blue polish. "Poor Billy and his sad little willy. Came to watch his wife get fucked but now has to leave without any luck."

Bill grit his teeth and felt his erection press hard against his pants.

Stacy looked up at him again. "Something you need? Hm? Because you haven't been invited to see anything right now." She rested her chin on her knee, looking at Bill with a playful, pitying pout. "Bill. Bill. Bill. This weekend is going to be so hard for you isn't it. Knowing Amber's getting the dick she deserves. Pussy too." There was a wicked gleam in her eye. "But you need to accept your place. Jack's bigger. Better. And you just can't compare. But don't worry. She loves you. Girl's head over heels in fact." Her laugh was genuine and sweet. "And I can absolutely understand why. I hope I have a guy that looks at her the way you do. The way you are looking right now. That mixture of arousal and fierce desire."

Placing the brush back into the polish bottle, Stacy got up. Bill noticed the spandex shorts were far too small. They were so tight they were basically painted on and it was obvious Stacy wasn't wearing panties under them. Her cameltoe was deep and defined. "Don't worry, Billy. You and your willy will get a chance to see some fun. Why don't you go and get dinner started? If you're good and we all enjoy it, then for dessert, I think I can talk Jack into showing you what your wife is enjoying." She walked over, deliberately swaying her hips and letting her tits bounce in her sports bra.

She took hold of the door and leaned against it, looking at Bill with that sweet yet pitying look. "Shoo. Shoo Billy. Go get dinner started. This door is closed." She gave him a wink and then shut the door softly in his face.

Bill groaned. "Fuck." He muttered, feeling his cock aching and pre-cum staining his boxers. Why was this such a turn on? He hated it and loved it. After a few seconds, straining to hear what might be happening in the room, he sighed in acceptance and went back downstairs to get dinner started.

-- --

The showerhead rained down on Amber and Jack. Amber had her back to the smooth tiled wall, one leg up, held in Jack's beefy hand, the other on the floor keeping her stead as her lover thrust his cock deep into her pussy. His motions were slow and steady and firm. His stomach smacked against her smooth, flat belly. Wet slaps filled the echoing chamber as he sank every inch into Amber, over and over. His balls slapped the underside of her ass.

"Yes..." Amber gasped. "Yes Jack... yes Daddy. Ohhhh fuck you're so big!"

Jack had his other hand on Amber's chest, pressing her firmly to the wall as he thrust himself into her as deeply as he could. "Ohhh fuck you're tight. Always so fucking tight. That loser husband can't stretch you at all can he."

Amber moaned louder as her ass slapped against the wall with the continuing rhythm from Jack's cock and hips. "No... fuck no he can't. There's no way he can please me like this. Never. Only you Daddy." She was in ecstasy, eyes fluttering and tits bouncing as Jack continued his strokes.

"Such a naughty wife. Such a slut." He gave her cheek a slap. "You still think I'm an ugly bastard?" His grin was mocking and full of evil lust.

"Yes..." she panted, eyes meeting his, drunk on the feel of him stretching and touching places only he could reach. "You're such a fucking asshole, Jack. Mean to my husband. Degrading me..." 

"And you fucking love it." He rammed his cock balls deep, his pubic hair rubbing her clit. Amber went onto her toes as his grip on her raised leg tightened.

"YES!" she groaned loudly. "Fuck yes Daddy! I love it. I love you owning me. God fuck, you're such a fucking bastard! I want you in me all the time!"

Jack chuckled, slapping her tits and gently pulling at the piercings through her nipples. "Then you should move in with me. Be my little slut full time. Don't worry, I know you love your husband. You'll get to visit him. I'm not selfish. I'm very generous." Hips began slapping at her faster, harder.

"Ohhh fuck Jack, you're so bad!" Amber's hair was matted, and the water was dripping all over them down in streams and rivulets. Warm and burning and slick. "Fuck yes, please fuck me like that Daddy. There. Deeper."

He gripped her hips and started ramming in hard steady thrusts, making Amber jump up on her toes over and over as the juicy slaps mixed with the splashing water.

"I own you Amber. You're mine."

"Yes! Yes Daddy! Yes!" She was gasping, an orgasm coming on fast.

"Look at me!" He held her chin and made her face him as he started to slow his pace, moving in and out with sensual steadiness. "Tell me you belong to me."

Amber nodded. "Yes Jack. Bill's my husband, but you're my lover. I belong to you. Ruin my pussy. Ruin my ass. All of me. Own it all. Take what belongs to Bill. You deserve it more." She groaned and leaned in, kissing Jack deep and hard, tongue lashing out into his mouth. Though this was usually just dirty talk for Bill's benefit, Amber found herself meaning it. At least to a degree. Her love for Bill was fierce. It was a brilliant sun inside her chest. That wasn't going to change. But something new was blooming inside too. Something for Jack.

Jack grabbed hold of her other leg and lifted her, pressing her back and ass to the wall for stability as her feet left the floor and she was suspended against the wall. His cock started sinking deep and firm, but with a slower rhythm.

"I don't make love Amber. I fuck. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. However, I want." He moaned it into her mouth, kissing and biting her lips.

"Yes Jack. Yes. I want it." She was whimpering, arms around his neck, nails scratching his back.

"I fucking love you." Jack said. It slipped out. He'd meant to say something else dirty, demeaning to Bill, putting Amber in her place. But the words were out, and he didn't want to take them back.

Amber's kiss turned from passionate and deep to slow and gentle. "I love you too." She hissed as she sucked his fat bottom lip. "I love you." She said it again as Jack held her ass and continued his deep succulent thrusts into her tight little cunt.

For a few minutes, they were silent except for their soft groans and gasps as they fucked. Skin slapping the tiles. Skin against skin. Amber's pussy stretching and dripping shower water and juices. They kissed. Slow and deep. Making out as they were joined together.

"I'm gonna cum," Amber finally gasped. Lips parting, she leaned back, moaning deeply.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum for your Daddy's cock. Just like that." He felt her pussy clenching down on his cock as he tried to push deeper. To get deep, deep inside her to places that her husband would never ever be able to reach.

Her arms wrapped around him and face pressed against Jack's flabby chest, whimpering as her orgasm overtook her. "Yes. Yesyesyes! God Jack I fucking love you!"

Jack moaned as his own orgasm rushed through him and he began to shoot his thick load into Amber. "Fuck! Fucking yes Amber. Yes, take my cum into your married cunt. Oh fuck! I love you too... so fucking much, oh god!"

"Fill me Daddy." She gasped against his chest, licking his hairy nipple. "Fill my married pussy. Take me from Bill. Own me! OWN ME! Take me from Bill! Show him who owns this little pussy!" She screamed.

They were reaching new heights together. Jack pumping Amber full of thick, warm cum relentlessly. Amber talking with lewd abandon even though her husband wasn't there to hear it.

The sound of the shower hid nearly all of it. Stacy remained out in the room, finishing her nails and waiting for the fun to continue.