Part 3 can be found here.

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Claire's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered towards the front door, me trailing behind her like a condemned man walking to the gallows. Bonnie just stepped in, a sly grin playing on her lips.

“Oh, hi sis,” Claire greeted her, her tone sugary sweet. “Come on in. We've been missing you!” Bonnie stepped inside, and planted a light kiss on her sister's face.

“Come on,” Claire stepped back with a smile. “I've seen where those lips just were...” Both of them laughed, then Bonnie looked at me. “What about my little hubby?” she asked. Has he been a good boy?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as Bonnie's gaze settled upon me. I couldn't help but notice the predatory glint in her eye, the way her lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“He... he tried his best, sis',” Claire answered. “She was in good hands, be assured.” . Bonnie chuckled, and stepped closer, her perfume enveloping me like a cloud of temptation.

“Oh, I think it was more than sufficient,” she purred, reaching out to trail a finger along my jawline. “In fact, I'd say our little Adam has quite the appetite for degradation. Don't you, darling?”

My breath hitched as Bonnie's finger grazed my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body. I nodded mutely, unable to form words in the face of her intoxicating presence. Bonnie's eyes gleamed with triumph as she turned to her sister.

“I brought some special gifts for my husband,” she announced, taking off her coat. “And they have to be consumed fresh!”

“OMG, you don't say...,” Claire giggled.

“I brought him some desserts from my bull and his lovely friend indeed,” Bonnie explained, her voice dripping with wicked intent. “Turns out, both of them love cream pies...”

My stomach churned with a mix of trepidation and morbid curiosity as Bonnie took off her blouse and her skirt as well. Standing there in her panties only, seeing her red marked tits, sweaty naked skin, was hot as hell.

“As you've been a good boy,” she said, “you can decide where you eat that fresh pie out of my pussy, honey.”

I could almost taste the forbidden sweetness, the illicit flavors of another men's essence inside my wife’s unprotected pussy. The thought made my cock twitch, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. “Maybe on the sofa of the living room?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly. Bonnie nodded, her smile widening. “Great idea! Wanna see it, Claire?” she asked her sister. “You've probably never seen your innocent brother in law eating stranger cum out his wife's freshly fucked pussy...”

Claire eagerly joined her sister on the couch, sitting close enough for their bodies to touch. Her eyes were glued to me as I knelt between Bonnie's spread thighs, the scent of sex heavy in the air. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” Claire murmured, her hand drifting to rest on Bonnie's knee. My gaze flickered between Bonnie's face and the glistening pink folds of her sex, already slick with juices. I reached out tentatively, dipping a finger into her warmth. She felt so warm and wet.

Bonnie just looked at me with a satisfied smile. “Brad and John delivered two huge loads into my pussy, only half an hour ago,” she said. My finger slid deeper, feeling the residual heat of Bonnie's recent trysts. I imagined the thick cocks stretching her inner walls, the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the men's potent essences. My own cock stirred once more, growing hard despite the lingering sensitivity. I wanted to taste the evidence of Bonnie's infidelity, to savor the taboo flavor of her defiled cunt.

“May I... may lick it, Bonnie?” I asked, my voice trembling with desire. “I want to taste it...”

A slow, wicked grin spread across her face.

“Well, well, look at you,” she purred, reaching down to guide my head closer to her dripping sex. “So eager to please, so desperate to consume every last drop of your wife's lovers' seed...” She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against my cheek as I parted my lips, preparing to accept her lewd offering. “Go ahead, baby,” Bonnie cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. “Show Claire what a good little slut-eater you are.”

With a deep, shuddering breath, I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lap at Bonnie's engorged clit. The salty-sweet tang of her arousal exploded on my taste buds, making my cock throb with need. I moaned softly around her flesh, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through Bonnie's body. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as I devoured her, my tongue delving into her slick folds to gather every drop of the cum-laden nectar within. The musky flavor of Brad and John's essence mingled with Bonnie's natural sweetness, a heady cocktail that drove me wild with lust. I began to eat her with abandon, lost in the depraved act, my own desires forgotten in the pursuit of pleasing my wife's insatiable hunger.

Bonnie let out a long, drawn-out moan, her fingers threading through my hair as I feasted on her pussy. “Oh fuck yes, just like that!” she cried out, her hips bucking against my face. “Eat my dirty cunt, you filthy slut-eater!”

Claire watched with wide, fascinated eyes as my tongue probed deeper, swirling around the tender bud of Bonnie's clit.

“I'm gonna cum again, Adam!” Bonnie warned, her voice tight with tension. “Swallow it all, make sure not a single drop goes to waste!”

Claire watched in awe, asking: “Have they fucked you good, sis'?”

Bonnie gasped and shuddered, her legs clamping around my head as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. “Yes, oh god yes!” she screamed, her hips jerking erratically. “They pounded me so hard, filled me to the brim with their hot, sticky cum!” This dirty confession made me moan around her spasming sex, my own cock leaking precum as I was drinking in every last drop of Bonnie's release. I sucked harder, determined to milk her dry, to prove my devotion to my wife's depraved tastes.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, Bonnie collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily. She released my hair, allowing me to pull away, my face glistening with her essence.

“Well, aren't you just the perfect little cumslut?”

Claire shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and arousal. She glanced at Bonnie, then back at me, her eyes lingering on the trail of cum and saliva connecting my mouth to her sister's still-damp sex.

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “I guess this explains why you've been so distant lately, Adam. Busy satisfying your wife's... unique needs, huh?” Her gaze drifted lower, taking in the prominent bulge straining against my pants. “Looks like someone's enjoying the experience, though,” she adds with a wry smile, her tone lightening slightly. “So, do tell - how does it feel to be your wife's personal cumdump?”

I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing in my throat as I mer Claire's gaze. There was a mix of shame, fear, and dark excitement swirling in my belly at her blunt words.

“It's... it's wrong, isn't it?” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But when Bonnie looks at me like that, when she tells me to do these things... I can't resist. I'd do anything to make her happy, even if it means becoming her slutty plaything.” I paused, collecting my thoughts before continuing. “And the truth is, Claire, it feels incredible. To be used like that, to have my mouth and body claimed by your sister and her lovers... It's a rush like no other. A high I never knew I craved until now.”

Claire raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she listened to my confession.

“Well, well, look at you,” she teased, leaning back into the cushions. “Who would've thought our dear Adam had such a naughty side lurking beneath that buttoned-up exterior?” She turns her attention to Bonnie, who was watching the exchange with a smug expression. “Sis, it seems we've got ourselves a convert. Adam's officially joined the ranks of your personal cum-slaves.”