Divya and Ajay were both fully dressed and sitting at the dining room table, impatiently trying to wait out the clock. Divya had put on the shortest dress she had, her red velvet one. Ajay had quickly thrown on a t-shirt and some shorts, anything he could take off quickly if he needed to. Neither of them bothered with any underwear, which, for Divya, with a semi see-through dress, was quite the treat for Ajay.

However, his main concern was that, with me gone for few months, him and his wife would end up in the same situation as before, except with the roles reversed. He was terrified that if I was taken out of the equation then his wife wouldn't be able to get excited any more. That his wife wouldn't want to touch him. In a sense, he realized, they were in the same boat after all. Divya had discovered a new world of sexual pleasure, and the idea of being without it, even for a day, was terrifying to her.

In a sense, he realized, I had truly become what held them together. I had opened their eyes to things that they never knew. I had even introduced Ajay to pleasures that Ajay never even imagined.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Divya's eyes were still fixated on the clock. She could have sworn that the clock was pulling a face at her, mocking her subservience to what was essentially just a slab of meat.

Ajay stood up, smiling at his wife's eagerness as he grabbed the car keys off the coffee table. "Come, let's get you fucked," Ajay said with a grin.

Divya felt as if Niagara Falls had moved to her crotch and finally opened up for visitors because she immediately became wet at not only the idea of being fucked by my amazing cock, but her husband's eagerness to see her pleased by a dick that didn't belong to him.

Divya's hand was shaking, there was no logical reason for her to feel the way that she did. Then again, she was in a marriage where her husband was not only eager to see her getting fucked by a man with a much more impressive cock, but he himself had sucked that cock, swallowed that same man's cum, and was even dreaming of getting fucked by that very same cock. Logic and reason were out the door long ago.

Divya certainly had no struggles getting out of the car once they reached my driveway. The vehicle had barely stopped when she was already outside. She had even begun undressing already, her straps below her shoulders and her breasts exposed already as she ran up to the house.

"Errr, love, you know people can see you, right?" Ajay asked as he ran to catch up with his wife.

"Let them see, and let them enjoy the show. Undressing takes way too much time anyways," Divya said with a grin. She turned the doorknob, not even considering to knock, and entered my home as she stepped out of her dress. Ajay couldn't help but smile as he followed her inside.

"Varun! We're here!" Divya called out, frantically turning her head side to side as she searched for me.

"Well, look at you two. Right on time," I said with the familiar animal-like tone in my voice as I came from my bedroom. Just like the time before when they visited, I was already completely naked.

My cock and balls dangling between my legs, swinging from side to side as I approached them. Ajay couldn't help but stare in amazement. He didn't even feel insecure about it.

"I've got a dick, and that thing, that ain't a dick. That's a fucking club," Ajay thought, marveling at my size. Even when I was completely soft, my cock still seemed so massive to Ajay.

As if it was an instinct, Divya immediately fell to her knees in front of me and dragged her tongue all over the length of my cock. I laughed out before lifting her up back to a standing position in front of him.

"While I do appreciate the enthusiasm, you and I need to talk," I told her. Divya pouted playfully.

"Fiiiiine." She dragged out the word with a long sigh, making sure to voice her displeasure at being denied the ability to play with her favorite toy.

"You, however." I pointed to Ajay and used my index finger to motion that Ajay should come closer.

"Come here."

Ajay's eyes widened in slight shock. It wasn't as if he hadn't serviced me before, but he certainly didn't think it would happen so early into the night. Moreover, last time, he at least had the taste of his wife's delicious juices to distract him somewhat. He didn't know if he was prepared to suck the bare cock of another man without being able to at least taste his wife. Truth be told, he would have been lying if he said it didn't excite him. Just the idea had him semi-hard already, as the outline of his shorts clearly showed.

I sat down on the familiar couch where they had all of their first times so far. Ajay gulped, feeling himself salivate as he approached me.

"You, next to me." I pointed towards Divya and then patted the cushion next to him. "You, on your knees," I ordered him.

Ajay slowly dropped down onto his knees, his hands resting on my legs. He drew in a deep breath, taking in the musky scent of my masculine aroma. I could see the excitement in Ajay's eyes, a sensation he hadn't expected to witness. "This conversation doesn't concern you," I started, "So be a good boy and do your job. While we talk, make sure we don't get too distracted. Make sure we remain aroused. So you'll also be using your mouth for something good," I said with a grin, slapping the fat head against Ajay's cheek softly.

Ajay felt his heart rate quicken as he felt the slight sting of my massive member against his face. He had been dominated, after all. Ajay opened his mouth and slowly sucked the fat head in between his lips, tasting the proper essence of my manhood musk for the first time.

"That's it, that's a good boy," I sighed out softly before turning my attention to Divya. Divya felt her arousal intensify at the sight of her husband fully submitting to the gift of my cock. Her right hand moved in between her legs instinctively, but before she could do anything, "None of that," I said, bringing her hand down my side. Divya looked at him in shock and disappointment. Was he going to deny her even the chance to pleasure herself? "I don't like the idea of you masturbating while we have such a good little slave here to service us. That's all," I said, pointing down at Ajay who was pumping his cock slowly.

"Mmmm, I can understand that," Divya sighed out, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her. She couldn't avert her eyes from the sight of her husband, on his knees, eagerly taking my cock deeper into his mouth. When Ajay gagged from my cock invading his throat, Divya thought she was going to climax right there and then.

"I'm fully hard now, so if you want, you can order the slave to take care of you," I said, with a wicked grin on my face.

"O-okay," Divya said, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect. This was something entirely new to her, but the idea excited her.

"Then tell him. Order him," I said.

Ajay could overhear their discussion and was naturally excited about the idea of pleasuring his wife, but refused to let go until he was specifically ordered to do so. "Ajay-" Divya began.

I quickly intervened. "No," he interrupted. "He doesn't have a name. He is not a person. He is our slave. Call him as such," I ordered. Even when Divya thought we were on equal footing, she realized I was always in charge. "Oh, o-okay. I'm sorry. Ahem," Divya cleared her throat nervously. Her heart raced as she prepared to take the final step. "Slave," she called out, watching me turn to face her.

With one word, Divya knew they had crossed another boundary. "Please me, slave," she ordered, her voice growing more confident. I felt a surge of power, knowing he was their slave at that moment. He wouldn't dare cum without permission. Divya gasped softly as I pleasured her, feeling a mix of excitement and shock.

"So," I grabbed her chin, turning her head to face me. "Back to business, shall we?" I asked, chuckling softly. "Uh-huh," Divya murmured, feeling a sudden pleasure as I gently nibbled at her clit. "Think you can focus? Or should I get the slave to stop?" My threat sent panic through both Divya and Ajay. "NO!" Divya quickly shouted out, realizing her mistake. I raised an eyebrow in question, and Divya quickly cleared her throat, trying to distract herself from the sensations.

"I mean, no, I'm fine. I can focus," Divya said softly, masking her moans. "Good, good," I leaned down, guiding Ajay's hand to my cock. Ajay nodded in agreement, continuing to pleasure Divya while I spoke. Divya tried to suppress her pleasure as it coursed through her body, setting every nerve on fire with passion.

"So, uh, what do you want to talk about?" Divya asked, trying to remain nonchalant. "Well, you both already know that I'm going to be gone for a little while," I said, much to Divya's dismay. "Yeah, we know," Divya sighed softly, while Ajay nodded in agreement, unwilling to stop pleasuring her to speak.

"Oh, chin up, buttercup," I chuckled. "It won't be for long. Plus, you'll have your dutiful slave to keep you somewhat satisfied while I'm gone," I remarked, gesturing to Ajay. "I guess so... Just won't be the same," Divya sighed again. Ajay didn't feel offended; he knew his role as the beta male.

"Well, can't really fault him on that. Not his fault he wasn't designed to be a dominant male. Some people were just born to follow orders, not give them," I replied with a soft chuckle. Ajay felt his cock straining against his shorts, yearning for release, but he remained obedient, focusing on pleasing his masters.

"Keep reminding our little slave who's really in control," I instructed, feeling pleasure as Ajay pleasured me. Divya instinctively grabbed Ajay's hair, eliciting a chuckle from me. Ajay obeyed my order, returning to him, much to Divya's dismay.

"Don't worry," I moaned as Ajay resumed servicing me. "You'll cum by my hand," I declared with a wicked grin. Divya almost came from my words alone, but she kept it to herself.

"As I was saying," I continued, enjoying Ajay's skills. "Such a good little slave we have, hmm?" Divya moaned in agreement, watching as Ajay eagerly sucked my cock.

"Back to business," I said, regaining focus. "You were saying something about reminding the slave who was in charge?" Divya quickly corrected herself, knowing their roles in my domain.

"Yes, right. Do you own many dildos?" I asked casually, making Divya blush. Despite her previous lack of shame with me she felt shy discussing her habits.

"No need to feel ashamed, If you don't have much" "I have a bag of dildos here. Keep it for 'in case of,' y'know?" I motioned to his room. "They're all different shapes and sizes. While I'm gone, I want you to fuck his ass for me. Let him be reminded that is what he is here for," I said, smirking. Divya licked her lips, feeling excited by my suggestion.

"You want me to... To fuck Ajay?" Divya asked eagerly. "The slave, you mean," I quickly corrected her. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry. I meant, you want me to fuck the slave?" Divya corrected herself, her eagerness evident. I grinned as I stimulated her, their excitement growing from my proposal.

"Slave, up," I ordered, continuing to massage Divya's clit between his fingers. "In my room is a bag. Bring it." Ajay stood up and simply nodded again before rushing off to my room. Divya had wrapped her arms around me and was furiously humping my hand.

"Ah, here we go," I said and pulled my hand out of the bag to reveal a phallic-like object. "W-what's that?" Ajay asked, his eyes widening in panic.

"This is what we like to call a chastity device. And I got this one especially for you," I said

"Go on, take it.", "Um..." Ajay hesitated for a second, which, to Divya, was a second too long of disobeying me.

"Take the fucking thing, Ajay," Divya ordered, her voice stern. Ajay took the device in his hands, rolling it around his fingers. He felt the smooth wax-like surface of the object, shuddering at the thought of what it would be for.

"Go on. Drop your pants," I ordered. Ajay simply nodded and undid his belt, letting his shorts fall to the ground. His cock sprang free as if it wasn't aware of what was about to happen to it. "Put it on," I ordered, my hands moving back to slowly rubbing Divya's swollen clit.

Ajay wanted to protest, but he knew he couldn't. He made a promise, after all. Anything to keep his wife happy. He sighed, his mouth suddenly dry even after how much my cock made him salivate. He slowly slid the device onto his cock, before closing the clasp.

"How's it feel?" I asked, chuckling wickedly. Divya watched closely but couldn't do much but moan as I had slipped two fingers inside of her cunt.

"F-fine," Ajay said softly. "Don't worry, it's a stretchable latex material. Won't hurt you or nothing. Getting hard won't hurt either. I'm not a monster," I chuckled before leaning back.

"Listen closely to me. While I'm gone, you may fuck his ass, use his fingers, use his mouth, whatever. But his cock is not to go anywhere near you. You've spoiled him with pleasure, and now we need to know that he truly appreciates what you do for him. What we allow for him," I said, teasing her wet hole with the tip of my cock. Divya simply nodded in agreement. At that moment, she would have agreed to anything, so long as it meant I was fucking her. I turned my head towards Ajay.

"You understand, slave?" I asked. Ajay just nodded his head, agreeing reluctantly.

"Good." And with that, I pushed his entire cock inside of Divya, feeling her wet walls hug him tightly. "Now, let's make you cum properly for once." I grinned before beginning to slam himself in and out of Divya.