Fate shone on Jayson when all three of his playing partners pulled out of his golf trip. One from illness, a second from work commitments, and a third from not having recovered from appendicitis surgery as well as he expected. Always the caring husband, Jayson felt compelled not to share this news with Isla, who most certainly made plans for her week alone.

Jayson used his time wisely, finalising plans, reworking strategies, collecting as much information as he could and just relaxing. He had been considering a move for some time but felt drawn to Isla. As big a whore as she was, she was still his wife, and the vow he took on their wedding day he did with purpose. He meant every word of it.

Isla had a wandering eye and she’d had many sexual partners in high school, but he suppressed these thoughts when he saw her in that café. It wasn’t that long into the marriage when he felt he’d made a mistake. The signs were subtle. Late home from the gym, leaving the house for hours without warning, going out with girlfriends and not returning home until the next morning, and of course refusing his advances. He even took to walking around the house naked. On one occasion, Isla just looked at him and laughed. He hoped and prayed it was just a phase. It wasn’t.

Stupidly, or perhaps even cowardly, he didn’t leave despite having cause to do so. Instead, he let Isla steer the ship, agreeing with every decision she made, any course she set, and any path she chose. Without noticing what was happening, Jayson's place in the marriage and in Isla’s life fell. He was then very much the subordinate. He meant nothing to Isla except for keeping her credit card paid and spending money in her bank account. Equally, Isla slowly recognised Jayson was bending to her will to the point she had total control over him when inside the walls of their home. Jayson was under her spell. He was her cuckold, except he drew no pleasure from it, only shame.

That all changed when Isla admitted she had become pregnant and had them all aborted. This revelation flicked a switch inside Jayson, one that even he didn’t know existed. That was the final straw and the point where he decided his marriage to Isla was over.

Jayson pulled into the driveway at home and again saw Elijah’s black Corvette parked in front of his garage. His stomach churned and tightened, but rather than flee, he checked himself. All was in place. Then he collected his belongings and walked inside.

Jayson closed the front door and locked it behind him. He immediately heard Isla and Elijah in the front master bedroom. The ‘thwack, thwack, thwack’ of skin slapping skin was unmistakable. He was forced to watch Elijah fucking Isla many times and recognised the sound immediately. He ignored them and went to his bedroom at the rear to unpack. Twenty minutes later his bedroom door opened, and there was Elijah. Naked, cock semi-erect and glistening from Isla’s pussy juices.

“Hello, Jayson,” he said.

Jayson stopped and looked at him. He always thought Elijah was imposing and intimidating.

“E-Elijah,” he answered.

“Isla has been waiting for you. She wants to see you,” he said.

“I-I- I’m almost done here. I’ll be out in a minute,” replied Jayson, who kept his head bowed and refused to make eye contact.

“Isla wants to see you now, Jayson,” Elijah said sternly.

Jayson nodded and stopped unpacking. He walked to the front of the house. Elijah following. Jayson stopped at the doorway of the bedroom and saw Isla naked and lying on the same bed he and Isla once shared. She had her knees up and her legs spread. Elijah’s cum was seeping from her pussy.

“H-H-Hello, Isla. E-E-Elijah told me you want to see me,” Jayson spoke quietly and kept his head down.

“You remember Elijah, don’t you?” Isla asked.

“Yes, Isla,” he replied.

“Elijah has been here most of the day. He has been seeing to my needs. Needs that you are incapable of fulfilling because you are not a man,” Isla said.

“In fact,” she continued, “Elijah has been servicing my needs for a long time. Do you know for how long?” Isla asked.

Jayson, head bowed, remained silent.

“He first fucked me on the night before our wedding!” Isla said excitedly.

“I wasn’t tired on our wedding night because I couldn’t sleep the night before. I was tired because Elijah fucked me until 3am on the morning of our wedding!”

Jayson stood there silently, head bowed.

“Take off your clothes and assume your position, you dog,” Isla commanded.

The insult was new from Isla. Jayson knew what was coming for him, and slowly Jayson got undressed, dropped to all fours and crawled into the bedroom towards the armchair in the corner. Elijah was standing near the doorway while Isla got off the bed and walked towards Jayson.

“Do you see Elijah standing there, you pathetic little dog?” Isla said.

“Yes,” Jayson replied, never looking anywhere other than the floor.

“Do not lie to me, you worthless piece of shit. I said look at him!” Isla said angrily.

Jayson looked at Elijah. He was intimidating and imposing, even more so now that his cock was coming to life.

“This is what a real man looks like,” Isla barked as she now stood next to him.

“He is more of a man than ten of you. He has fucked me all day and look at his magnificent cock, it’s getting hard and still wants more.”

Jayson watched as Isla dropped to her knees. She looked at Jayson and spoke.

“Come here, dog,” she said. Jayson hesitated. “I said come here, dog,” she repeated.

Jayson slowly dropped to all fours and crawled towards Isla. He stopped in front of her with his head down. Isla hit him on the back of his head with something hard. He winced in pain and looked at her. She held a dog’s collar. It was Nimitz’s collar.

“Does this look familiar, dog?” Isla asked Jayson.

“Y-Yes it does, Isla,” he replied.

“It was your stupid dog’s collar. The dog I made you get rid of,” Isla laughed. “The one you gave away. But now there is a new dog in this house. You will wear it because now you are the dog of this house.” Isla’s words were cruel and venomous.

"Yes, Isla," Jayson replied.

Isla put the collar around Jayson’s neck and secured the buckle tight.

“You will put this collar on every time you walk into my house. You are my dog now. You will eat like a dog, drink like a dog and sleep like a dog.”

With that Isla pulled hard on the lead, bringing Jayson’s head up. Isla smiled when she saw him grimace in pain.

“Sit, dog,” she commanded.

Jayson sat back on his heels and put his hands on his thighs. He was staring right at Elijah’s cock. Isla looked at Jayson’s cock and laughed.

“This is what a real cock looks like, dog,” Isla said as she grabbed the base of Elijah’s weapon and waved it at Jayson’s face, “not like your pathetic-looking… thing.”

Isla then wrapped her lips around Elijah’s cock. She sucked on the head, drawing out his sweet precum. She cupped his balls, and they were warm to her touch. She kept the head in her mouth as she wrapped both hands around it. It was as hard as granite under her hands, and her pussy juices started to flow. Elijah was like a drug to her. The more she had, the more she wanted. A drug that satisfied her completely.

She stroked Elijah’s cock with both hands while twisting her hands around it while keeping the head in her mouth and wrapping her tongue around it. She forced as much in her mouth as she could, Elijah's cock knocking on her throat. Elijah was loving every minute of it. His knees grew weak at Isla’s touch. He was leaning back with his hands on his ass, his eyes closed and his face pointed skywards in silent prayer to the lord of blowjobs. Isla was accustomed to Elijah’s mass, and she soon had his cock well down her throat, her nose rubbing Elijah’s abdomen. Jayson was looking at this and almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Isla kept up the pace, feeling Elijah’s cock well down her throat and sensing Jayson was watching every move. Releasing him from the grip of her throat, she looked at Jayson to see him looking at the floor. She grabbed the collar and pulled him towards her. Jayson looked up in time to see Isla slap his face with Elijah’s cock. It stunned Jayson, and he reeled back. Elijah let out a boisterous laugh.

“Suck his cock, dog,” Isla ordered.

“W-What?” Jayson replied.

“I said, suck Elijah’s cock, DOG. Taste his cock and know what a real cock tastes like."

“N-N-No Isla, I don’t …”

Isla looked at Jayson, her eyes on fire. “I said suck Elijah’s cock, dog.”

Isla pulled Jayson towards Elijah’s monster cock. Jayson resisted. She pulled hard on the lead and on Elijah’s cock, bringing the two together. Jayson could feel Elijah’s cock punching his face. He kept his mouth and eyes closed. He felt the slime of his precum over his face. Isla slapped Jayson a few more times with Elijah’s cock, angry he refused to obey her.

“Dog, if you will not obey, then you must be punished,” she continued. “Assume your position.”

Jayson crawled back to the chair in the corner and felt safe. His panic level was reducing, and his heart rate was coming down. He looked at the tall chest of drawers next to him. He was glad it looked the same. Undisturbed.

Isla now stood before him, looking down at him.

“Put this on, dog,” Isla said. She was holding a ball gag. He opened his mouth and accepted the ball as Isla secured the buckle behind his head.

"Now this,” she ordered.

Isla was holding a butt plug.

“Hmmm,” was all Jayson could muster with the ball gag on. He started to sweat. Elijah began to laugh.

“I will make it easier for you, dog,” Isla said in a softer tone. She then inserted the butt plug in her pussy and twisted it a few times to get it nice and lubricated.

“There,” she said, “now it will go in easier. At least you can't say I don't care," laughed Isla.

With that she pulled down on the lead, forcing Jayson’s head to the floor and his ass in the air. Isla then probed his sphincter with the butt plug and pushed it in. Jayson groaned in pain and carefully sat back on the chair. She tied the end of the lead over the bedpost and looked at Jayson.

“Stay, dog.”

She joined Elijah on the bed. Both looked at Jayson and laughed. He was looking down at the floor. He looked more broken than ever before.

Elijah lay on the bed as Isla returned to devouring his mighty cock. Still as rock hard as ever, she loved every moment. Elijah tapped her shoulder, and without stopping, she turned to the 69 position and face-planted her pussy, literally. Elijah took in the musky aroma of Isla’s pussy. He reached his tongue out and caressed her folds, tasted her juices and listened to her moans.

“Damn, girl, your pussy is just intoxicating,” Elijah said.

Isla looked directly at Jayson, released Elijah’s cock from her mouth and said, “It’s all yours, baby, no-one else’s but yours.” Chuckling to herself, she went back to devouring Elijah’s cock, never taking her eyes off Jayson. Jayson looked at her, a sullen look on his face, a butt plug inserted into his arsehole by the woman he vowed to ‘honour, cherish and obey till death do us part.’ He chuckled to himself.

Isla’s gaze never left Jayson as her mouth enveloped Elijah’s engorged shaft, her tongue working overtime.

"By god, baby, you never cease to surprise and amaze," Elijah said, breaking away from eating her pussy. The sight of his wife swallowing the solid cock of her lover with a ravenous hunger only served to harden his resolve.

Isla worked his cock hard and fast. She felt his balls heavy with what was soon to be a mass of hot sticky cum, and Isla wanted every drop. She worked his cock over. Not a single inch escaped attention. Her hot, wet mouth covering its head, her left hand juggling his massive balls and her right hand stroking his granite-like shaft.

Before too long Isla sensed Elijah was close. She slowed her pace and instead edged Elijah, teasing him. When he blew his load again, she wanted him to blow hard. She licked his cock like an ice cream cone; the link suddenly struck Isla.

“Do you still like ice cream cones, dog?” Isla asked.

Jayson looked at her. He didn’t reply.

“This is my ice cream cone,” she said, toying with Jayson. “It’s big, it’s creamy, it’s sweet, and it never, ever melts!” Isla laughed.

Isla was breaking Jayson all over again. She was expecting him to put up greater resistance after his display last week. She and Elijah thought this strategy would be best, but she never expected he would fold so quickly.

“Are you enjoying the show, dog?” Isla asked.

Jayson sat sullen. He did not answer. Isla laughed. Her face was a mix of dominance and evil.

Isla released Elijah’s cock and moved off him to an all-fours position. She looked at Jayson, her body slick with sweat, her breasts swinging with every movement. Jayson saw Elijah take up position behind his wife. He held the base of his cock and ran it up and down her pussy. He could hear Isla moan and saw her licking her lips in anticipation. Soon Elijah eased himself into Isla. Her eyes widened, her mouth wide open, which broke into a smile when he was fully inside her.

“This is how a man, a real man, fucks a woman like me, dog,” Isla said. “He is in so deep, I feel so full. Elijah’s cock is just magnificent.”

Elijah was pumping Isla long and slow, giving her the full length of his phallus. She rocked back and forth in rhythm, her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Her breasts swaying to the rhythm of Elijah’s pumping. Squelching coming from Isla’s sodden pussy, juices running down her thighs, her moans emitting pure pleasure.

“Just wait until Elijah does the same to you, dog,” Isla said, “then you will know pleasure.”

Jayson froze. There was no way that was happening.

“Yeah baby, I can feel you tighten,” Elijah said as Isla closed around Elijah’s cock, a sure sign she was about to cum.

“Fuck me, you big black stud. Fuck me with your weapon. Split me in two,” Isla said, her breath shorter, her nipples hard and her body tense. Isla could feel the waves of ecstasy building. She had a plan. “Not long now, baby, keep it up. Tear me apart,” she panted.

Just as she was feeling the first spasm, she quickly released herself from Elijah and stood on the bed, and with one leg on the bed end for balance, she tickled her clit and started squirting her pussy juices on Jayson. He had his head down but looked up when he sensed her move. The first squirt hit him right on his chest; the second, third and fourth hit his face. He looked at himself with arms out. It was utter humiliation. He wiped his face with his hand and flicked her pussy juice to the floor. Both Isla and Elijah were laughing.

“You’re a good shot with that thing,” Elijah chuckled.

Jayson was at his bitter end.

Elijah was kneeling on the bed as he pulled Isla down to him. He wrapped his arms around her. Her breasts crushed into his chest. They kissed with a passion. Their tongues meshed as one.

“Lie down, baby. It’s time for me to fuck you properly. Fuck you slow and deep and fill you with my seed.”

Isla bit her bottom lip and gave Elijah her ‘fuck me’ look. She motioned to the head of the bed and lay down, spreading her legs high and wide.

“Come to Mama, big boy,” Isla said. “Come fuck me like it’s my last!”

Elijah positioned himself between Isla’s legs. He kissed her pussy and licked her deep. Slowly working his way up to her breasts, taking each in his hands, massaging them, and taking each nipple in his mouth, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through Isla. She squirmed under his touch, under his spell. Her moans grew louder.

“Yes, baby, do me now. You've set me on fire,” she panted as she pulled his head onto her breasts.

Elijah worked her neck now. She tilted her head to give him more access. Elijah kissed and bit Isla. She was writhing in pleasure. She reached down and grabbed Elijah’s cock. Once again, he was rock solid. God, she thought, this man is a machine.

Isla ran his cock up and down her pussy. It was soaked with pussy juice and easily slid into her opening.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Drill me deep,” Isla panted and moaned as Elijah pushed balls deep straight into Isla.

“Ahh, fuck yes. Fill me, Elijah. Fuck me hard.”

Elijah pulled out almost his full length, then pushed forward the full length again. Isla looked down to see her stomach rise and fall with each thrust. The sight was as amazing as it was a turn-on. She loved Elijah’s cock. She loved Elijah’s cum. She loved Elijah.

She looked to the side and saw Jayson. He was watching Elijah fuck his wife. He looked broken, defeated, humiliated. She felt no sympathy for Jayson. He was now her pet.

Jayson took in the scene before him. They had positioned themselves on the bed with their feet facing him, giving him an uninterrupted view of Elijah’s cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy. In truth, Jayson’s face could have been 3 inches away from it; it didn’t matter. He felt nothing. Nothing for Isla and even less for Elijah. He looked at the floor, the soundtrack of what was happening ringing in his ears. It reminded him of one of those cheesy 70s hardcore porn films he watched with his brothers as boys.

As always, Elijah had buried his knees into the mattress, giving him the best angle to give Isla every inch of his cock. She had her legs spread wide and hooked over Elijah’s hips, giving her extra leverage to pull him deeper into her pussy. Elijah’s balls slapped Isla’s ass with every thrust forward.

“Are you seeing this dog?” Isla yelled. “Do you see how big his cock is and how he is thoroughly destroying my pussy? Do you see it, dog?”

The beads of sweat were rolling down Elijah’s back, soaking the sheets. Isla too was covered in beads of sweat, and the dampness appeared to amplify the slapping sound of flesh on flesh every time Elijah slapped forward.

Isla could feel the waves building within. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had today. Elijah felt Isla tighten around him. Her breath quickened, and her nipples shot out like beacons. Elijah moved to full plank mode to drill as deep as he could into Isla. Isla’s legs were wrapped around Elijah with her ankles crossed behind him.

Her moans got deeper and louder. This orgasm was going to be a monster. Just as they were about to hit, she kissed Elijah deeply, passionately. Their tongues intertwining. Elijah quickened his pace and by this stage was slamming into Isla’s pussy.

“Fuck yes, yeees,” she screamed, “fuck me like a whore. Split me with your cock and fill me with your cum. Don’t stop. Just don’t fucking stop.”

Isla grabbed Elijah’s upper arms for support when the first spasm hit. It was the mother of all orgasms, wave after wave, spasm after spasm, full-body convulsions sending her into orbit. Isla was in raptures.

The spasms kept coming, and Elijah kept pumping. Elijah relaxed his whole body and lay on Isla, his breathing slowing.

“That was the best ever, baby. You are a wizard, and your cock is pure magic," she said.

Isla was basking in the afterglow when she noticed Elijah was bearing his whole weight down on her.

“Hey baby, I need you to get up. I need to pee,” she said.

Just then she looked beyond Elijah and saw Jayson standing behind him.

Isla locked eyes with Jayson. The look of confidence was back.

The collar and ball gag were gone.

Part 7 is coming soon.

© MMXXV Oddjobber.