Breakfast
Mark was in a race against time. He slid the bacon tray into the oven and returned to the stove, fixing his attention on the eggs. He was determined to improve on the previous attempt, which turned out hard and unappetizing. After that, he inserted the toast into the toaster and assessed the coffee maker. Everything was progressing according to plan, as he hoped breakfast would be excellent.
Pivoting back to the stove, he extracted the eggs. They were ready, soft and delicate, about to receive their final touch on the heat. As he removed the eggs from the burner, he was aware of the stove's heat against his groin, warming his "eggs." Mark had overslept and rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. All he wore was an apron, still bare underneath, just like he had gone to sleep the previous night.
From a bystander's perspective, Mark would have looked unseemly. Fully-grown, muscular man, meandering around his kitchen, completely naked except for an apron. His sculpted backside protruded through the back, and the apron was secured in place by a knot at the top of his crack. Mark was highly active, despite his demanding job as an account executive and vice president; he managed to find time to work out. He boasted broad shoulders, developed arms and legs, and a triangular lower back. Up top, he had a solid chest with a layer of blond hair, while below the apron, a six-pack of abs was hidden by his forest of chest hair. For those paying close attention, a black cock ring could be seen around his testicles, and the imprint of a chastity hood was visible through the apron. Ironically, Mark had a small penis. The entire member fit comfortably into the plastic cage he wore.
He had arisen from sleep due to Veronica's moans emanating from the bedroom. Mark's weekly work schedule had drained him, so sleep had come easy on the couch in the living room, where the cool air had also taken its toll. He occupied that spot because Veronica was with Michael the night before, so the bedroom was occupied.
As he prepared breakfast, Mark continued to listen to Veronica's moaning, now escalating to uncontrollable screaming. "Uhh-uhhhhhhh," he heard her exclaim, accompanied by a muffled slapping sound through the closed door. Due to the task at hand, Mark focused on setting the small kitchen table, placing a plate for each of them. Veronica preferred things looking neat, so he added a pitcher of orange juice, two glasses, and two coffee mugs. The kitchen was shaping up to resemble a breakfast buffet. Mark folded napkins at each setting.
The toast popped out of the toaster, and it was time to serve. Mark arranged toast, eggs, and bacon on each of the plates. It was a filling meal, Mark knew they'd require it.
Moments later, Michael entered the kitchen, dripping with sweat from their morning activities. A prodigious 9-inch member was visible through his grey boxers. His morning routine typically involved leaving first while Veronica cleaned up. Mark understood what held Veronica's interest in Michael so strong. He had a massively sized penis that filled his underwear like a can of balls. Michael maintained his fit physique, focusing on impressing the ladies. He removed all body hair, tanned himself, and toned his body to impress women. It was obvious that Mark stood before him in a stark contrast: aproned and wearing a chastity cage, in contrast to the glistening Michael, who had just finished sex with Mark's girlfriend.
"Heyyy Marky!" Micheal exclaimed, cheerfully grinning at Mark. The sarcastic, cruel smirk adorned his face.
"Good morning, sir," Mark replied, feigning submissiveness.
Michael took his seat and demanded a coffee refill. Mark obeyed, filling Micheal's mug with coffee. Then, unintentionally, he filled Micheal's orange juice glass. Resembling a professional waiter, Mark catered to his orders.
"Good effort, Marky," Micheal acknowledged in his sarcastic tone.
With that, Veronica appeared, insufficiently clothed. Wearing the black lace lingerie of the previous night, her body was still glowing from the activities. The traces of their encounter were apparent on her body. As Mark gazed at his beautiful, well-used girlfriend, Michael interfered.
"What's up, Marky-boy?" Michael demanded, catching him eyeing his prized possession. "Get her things too."
Michael grabbed the coffee pot and refilled Veronica's coffee mug. Next, he filled her glass with orange juice. Veronica simply giggled. She enjoyed teasing Mark as he held the submissive persona.
As Mark completed his task, Michael slapped him on the rear end. Partly to show his supremacy and also to amuse Veronica. "Well done, cuckold." He told Mark, "Now, what's for breakfast, cuckold?"
"I'm grateful, Sir, for raping my girlfriend." Mark replied as he'd been trained to.
"You're welcome, buddy." Michael chuckled. "Feed away."
Mark went down on all fours and slid under the table. Veronica adjusted herself so Mark could see her. Mark pulled her panties aside with one hand so he could reach her. He instantly started licking her recently penetrated pussy. There was his breakfast menu - Michael's cum dripping from her ravaged pussy. Mark devoured every morsel.
Micheal and Veronica looked at each other from above the table with grins on their faces. They knew they had something special and a lengthy Saturday ahead of them to continue basking in their shared pleasure. Micheal winked at her, then lightly kicked Mark in the balls, which were just out in front of him under the table. The cage intensified all of Micheal's kicks, and Mark let out a loud groan from Veronica's pussy. Mocking him, both Micheal and she laughed at how turned on they could make a guy become a cuckold.
Underneath the table, Mark's cock throbbed in his cage. He loved the mistreatment and the blood-sweet taste of Michael's cum coming from his girlfriend's pussy. After he finished wiping up, it'd be time for the dishes and kitchen cleaning. He had a long, magnificent Saturday ahead, living out his cuckold fantasies.
The End.
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