Hired by My Fiance's Ex Ch. 02

Me: wtf...so it was just a trick?

Brad: lol sorry bro / u obviously loved it though

Me: ...whatever / that's still fucked up

Brad: hahaha / well if u don't want to do it anymore it's not like u have to

Me: ok

Brad: but if u do, don't worry / I'll be dropping plenty more loads in that slut for u to lick out of her lol

Me: ...fuck u

Brad: wow ur really gonna talk like that to ur boss and the man fucking ur girl for u?

Me: ...I'm sorry, sir

Brad: lol that's better / ur jerking it right now thinking about doing it again, aren't u?

Me: ...yes sir

Brad: of course u are / it's ok, it's just what sissy cucks like u do / go ahead, tell me how much u liked tasting my cum

Me: ...fuck / I really did / it was weird at first but once I got used to it...it just tasted so fucking good, Brad

Brad: lol / u want more, don't u?

Me: oh god / yes please / I want to lick Daisy's pussy clean every time u fill her up

Brad: that's a good cuck / u should be thanking me

Me: yes, sir / thank u for letting me suck ur cum out of my fiance's pussy

Brad: lol / so pathetic / get urself off already

Me: fuuuuck / ...um, thx dude

Brad: sure thing cuck

***

Things continued like this for a couple of weeks. On the days Brad fucked Daisy, I would come home desperate to eat her out and lick her pussy clean while I jerked myself off. I truly could not believe what my sex life had turned into, but at the same time, everybody involved seemed to be loving it.

The love that Daisy and I had for each other seemed to only get deeper, and we kept pushing forward with the wedding planning. Then, one day, Daisy turned to me at dinner and said, "You know, it's kind of weird how you and Brad seem to have become such good work friends, but we've never hung out together."

"Oh," I said. "I mean, when I first got hired, you had said that you didn't want to hang out with him because it would be too weird, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Daisy said. "But I guess at this point, that just seems a little silly? I mean, it's been so long since Brad and I were together, and since the two of you have gotten to be friends, it just feels like maybe we should all hang out sometime?"

I thought about it, my dick twitching at the idea of seeing the two of them together, even just hanging out as "friends." "Um, I mean, sure, that sounds okay to me," I said.

"Great," Daisy said with a smile.

I told Brad about what Daisy had said and invited him over to hang out with us that weekend. I'll be honest, a part of me was fantasizing that this would end up with everything coming out in the open and Brad fucking Daisy right in front of me. But that's not what happened. The two of them did flirt with each other, subtly enough that I could pretend like I didn't notice, but it didn't escalate past that. It still gave me a raging hard-on though.

We all continued hanging out together like that, and it was actually pretty fun. We got along well. I would get really turned on seeing them flirt and playfully touch each other, but other than that, things stayed pretty normal.

As we all became better friends, and the wedding date got closer, I asked Daisy if it would be okay for me to ask Brad to be one of my groomsmen. She thought it was a great idea and encouraged me to ask him. So the next day at work, I asked Brad if he would do it.

"Of course, bro," Brad said with a grin. "I'd love to."

That afternoon, Brad left work to go fuck Daisy. But that evening, I came home to actually find Brad and Daisy sitting on my couch watching TV together, his arm casually draped around her shoulders.

"Oh, hey, baby," Daisy said innocently when I walked in. "Brad texted me a little while ago saying he happened to be in the neighborhood, so we were just hanging out."

"Oh, okay, cool," I said, knowing that Brad must have just dropped his load in her pussy. I could even see that they were both a little sweaty.

"Yeah, I was actually just heading out, though," Brad said, getting up to leave. He slapped me on the back as he left and said, "I hope work wasn't too exhausting today."

I heard Daisy giggle at this, and after Brad left, she quickly approached me and gave me a kiss with lips that had almost certainly been wrapped around Brad's cock earlier that day. I quickly fell to my knees and ate his freshly deposited load out of her pussy.

***

That night, Brad e-mailed me a video of him fucking Daisy from earlier that day. I was so excited, since videos from him had become very rare. It was especially hot because he and Daisy joked with each other about how I had invited Brad to be one of my groomsmen.

"Oh god, maybe you could fuck me before the wedding," Daisy said as she rode his rock.

"Fuck yeah," Brad said. "I want my cum dripping down your thigh when you say I do to that fucking wimp."

"Oh god yes," Daisy moaned. "I want you to fuck me in my wedding dress and make Lucas lick me clean on our wedding night!"

This made Daisy cum, and I couldn't help but let out a little groan as I stroked myself and watched. But I must have been a little too loud, because I suddenly saw that Daisy was awake next to me, watching me jerk myself off to a video of her and Brad fucking.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, dropping my phone.

"I knew it!" Daisy said. She grabbed the sheets and tossed them back, revealing my hand wrapped around my raging erection.

"Daisy, it's not...I didn't...it's..." I stammered incoherently.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt myself turning red and tried avoiding eye contact with her, but when I finally looked over at her, I was surprised to find not anger on her face so much as amusement.

"I totally knew something was going on with you," Daisy said. "Let me see this." She reached for my phone. I halfheartedly tried to stop her but knew it was hopeless. She held the phone up so that we could both see Brad flipping Daisy over onto her back and spanking her.

"So...he's been sending you these videos of us...for you to get off to?" Daisy asked, pausing the video and setting my phone down. Her tone was a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"I...I..." I had no idea what to say, then finally let out a sigh and gave up. "Shit...yes."

"You've known about me and Brad, like, the whole time?"

I nodded, looked down, and swallowed nervously. "Okay, I'm so sorry I was hiding this from you, but I'll tell you everything! Brad and I kind of, like, worked together to get you to cheat on me with him."

She continued to question me, and I eventually explained the whole story. By the end, she shook her head in amazement. "Wow. I always thought it was crazy how you couldn't tell that another guy's cum was dripping out of me when you ate me out," she said.

I felt myself blushing. "Do you think I'm, like, totally weird?"

She looked at me sympathetically. "I mean, kind of," she said. "I don't get what turns you on about it?"

I sighed, at a loss for words. All I could do was pick my phone back up and press play on the video. We both watched Daisy wrap her legs around Brad's muscular torso and pull him toward her so they could make out as he fucked her. "I mean...he just...he fucks you sooo good," I said as we watched. "Be honest. I've never been able to fuck you like this."

"I mean..." she said as she watched the video, biting her lower lip a little. I could tell she was getting turned on by it.

"It's okay," I said. "You can admit it."

She sighed. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "He fucks me so much better than you."

Daisy saw my dick twitch as she said that and smiled a little. "I know he does," I said. "It's okay, you don't have to be sorry about it. I think it's...hot. Seeing him give you exactly what you need."

"Yeah?" Daisy said. She now reached a hand over and started stroking my dick. I couldn't believe this was happening, but she was clearly just as turned on as I was. "You don't mind having a little cheating slut for a fiance?"

"Oh god, no, Daisy," I moaned. "I love it."

She kept stroking, faster now. "Do you realize that pretty soon I'm gonna be your cheating wife?"

"Ohhh," I moaned.

"Is that what you want?" she asked. "You want to be a wimpy little husband who needs real men to fuck his hot wife for him?"

"Ohhhhh, yessss. I need your fucking stud ex-boyfriend to fuck you with his big fucking cock."

"Ohh, god, baby, that's what I need too," Daisy moaned. "Are you gonna keep eating his load from my used pussy?"

"Fuck yes."

"Yeah? You like it, don't you?"

"Yessss, I love it," I whimpered.

"Good," Daisy said. "It turns me on so much watching you lick a real man's cum out of me like a fucking sissy."

"Ohhhh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

I started shooting a huge load all over my chest and stomach as Daisy stroked me. Daisy couldn't help but laugh as she watched the intensity of my orgasm.

When I finished, I looked over at her, embarrassed. "Are you, like, sure you want to marry somebody like me?" I asked, a wave of insecurity rushing over me.

Daisy just smiled and nodded, leaning over to give me a kiss. "I definitely do," she said. "That was honestly so hot. I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," I said, relieved. "But, like...you didn't get off. Do you want me to...?"

Daisy just shrugged it off. "It's okay, sweetie. I'll just have Brad come over and fuck me tomorrow."

"Oh..." I said. "But, um, tomorrow is my day off?"

"Hmm, yeah," Daisy said thoughtfully. "I guess you'll have to go out and catch a movie or something while he takes care of me?" She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek, then rolled over and went to sleep.

***

Daisy quickly embraced her role as my openly cheating slut fiance. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, based on how much she got off while making fun of me in the videos I'd seen, and how much she enjoyed me eating her out after she got fucked. The next day, she told me I should be the one to tell Brad. Nervous and embarrassed, I texted him and told him. He, of course, thought it was hilarious and made fun of me for getting caught. Daisy laughed at these texts and told me to ask him nicely to come over and fuck her. I felt so humiliated, but of course had a raging hard-on the whole time.

I offered to leave before Brad got there, but Daisy wanted me to stay to welcome him in. When Brad knocked on the door, I went to answer it. He stood there and grinned, his tight-fitting polo shirt stretching against his big muscles.

"Um, hi, Brad," I said. I didn't know why, but I felt kind of shy toward him. "Come on in."

"Thanks, cuck," Brad said with a grin, brushing past me. This was the first time he'd called me that out loud, and it made my dick twitch.

I saw Daisy smile and bite her lower lip as she eyed him up and down, obviously excited. Before Brad had gotten there, she had put on a skimpy, see-through white tank top and a pair of pajama shorts that clung snugly to her round butt, making me tell her how hot Brad would think she looked.

Now Brad walked toward her, glancing back at me and saying, "You're gonna let your fiance dress like this in front of another man?"

I just blushed and nodded, staring as he slid an arm around Daisy's waist, giving her bare midriff a light squeeze.

Brad laughed. "You must be so relieved you don't have to hide what a cuck loser you are anymore, right?"

Daisy giggled and leaned into his muscular body. It was surreal seeing them openly stand there like a couple right in front of me. "Um...yeah, I guess so," I said softly, with an awkward laugh.

"You know, I think maybe your little boyfriend has finally earned his next promotion," Brad said to Daisy.

"Wait, really?" I asked.

"Well, sure," Brad said, his hand sliding down to squeeze Daisy's ass. "No reason to keep you working so late now that everything's out in the open. So how about I make you assistant manager for the morning shift?"

"Oh, wow! Assistant manager! Isn't that great, baby?" Daisy said, sincerely excited. Meanwhile, her hand was sliding under Brad's shirt to feel his abs. "Congratulations!"

"Um...yeah, wow, thanks," I said with a sheepish grin.

"No problem," Brad said. "Besides, I want you making enough money to buy your girl here plenty of sexy outfits."

Daisy giggled.

"You'll do that for me, right?" Brad pressed, his hand sliding down the front of her shorts to play with her pussy. "Take your girl shopping and buy her some slutty outfits for me to rip off her?"

My mouth was totally dry, but I managed to say, "Yes, sir."

Brad was now eyeing Daisy up and down. "Damn, girl, you look so fucking hot right now," he said. He brought his hand out of her shorts and squeezed one of her tits over her tank top, then leaned in to make out with her for a few seconds. I just stared, mouth agape. After a few seconds, they parted lips and Brad looked back over at me. "Okay, pussy, that's your cue to get the fuck out." Daisy giggled again.

"Oh, um," I stammered, then sighed as I summoned up the courage to ask what had been on my mind all morning. "Do you think maybe I could, like...stay and watch? Please?"

They both laughed. Daisy looked at Brad. She was clearly open to it, but Brad waved a hand at me and said, "Nah, bro, I don't go for that. I don't want some little wimp fapping away in the corner while I'm doing my thing."

Daisy made a little pouty face. "Sorry, baby," she said to me. "Maybe I'll convince him to let you watch for, like, your birthday or something."

"Oh...okay," I said, disappointed, and turned to leave. As I did, I saw Brad pulling Daisy's tank top over her head.

After I left, I walked down the street to a nearby coffee shop and played around on my phone. I badly wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk off, but I knew I'd be coming home to Daisy's freshly used pussy, so I made myself wait to get off while eating her out.

I waited an hour, images of what they were doing together flashing through my head, then finally got a text from Daisy saying, "thx for being so patient, sweetie, u can come back now." I headed back to the apartment, but when I walked in, I could hear moaning from the bedroom. As I got close to the door, I heard Brad call out, "Don't come in, cuck, we're not done yet!"

"Oh...ok," I said through the door.

Now I heard Daisy begging, "Please give me your cum now, Brad."

"Fuck yeah, you want that load, you little slut?" Brad asked. Daisy squealed excitedly and I heard Brad groaning.

A few seconds later, Daisy giggled and called out, "Okay, baby, you can come in now!"

Nervously, I opened the bedroom door to find Daisy lying in our bed, her perfect tits and flat stomach covered with Brad's huge load. My mouth fell open in awe and I subconsciously licked my lips. A completely naked Brad, dripping with sweat, was pulling his boxers on over his huge, glistening cock.

"Well?" Brad asked, grinning at me. "What do you say, cuck?"

"Oh my god," I said softly. "Thank you, sir."

He pulled his pants on and took a couple steps toward me, his tall, muscular, sweaty body towering over me. "For what?" he demanded.

"Thank you for fucking my fiance for me and covering her with your cum," I whimpered. "Can I please lick her clean, sir?"

He scoffed. "Wait until I leave, pussy. I don't want to see that shit."

I stood there and waited as he put his shirt on, Daisy looking at me with an amused smile, Brad's cum dripping down her sweaty body. Finally, Brad gave me a slap on the back and said, "Enjoy what's left, loser."

As soon as he was gone, I pulled my shirt off and dropped my pants, then climbed eagerly into the bed. I started between her legs, licking up the cum dribbling down her pussy lips, then made my way up her stomach, one hand in my briefs the whole time.

"Look at you, just diving right in," Daisy said, laughing as I desperately lapped up Brad's load. "There you go, get every drop of Brad's superior cum."

"Oh god," I moaned, looking up at her as I licked a big glob off her flat stomach. "Did he fuck you good, baby?"

"He fucked me soooo good," she moaned. "So much better than anything you've ever done with that useless dick of yours."

"Ohhhh god," I groaned, moving up to the cum dripping down her tits.

"Yeah, you like that?" Daisy taunted. "Are you gonna shoot your worthless little load into your briefs now?"

"Yessssss, yessssssss," I groaned, licking the last drop off her chest as I came.

***

Later that day, Daisy and I talked about everything that was happening. While she had clearly gotten off on humiliating me earlier, now that she had gotten off, she was more sensitive to how I was feeling. "Are you sure this is how you want to be treated?" she asked me.

I took her hand and squeezed it. "I dunno," I said honestly. "It feels really weird to be giving the love of my life away to another guy like this."

"Yeah..." Daisy said, sympathetically.

"But, like, obviously it also really...turns me on," I admitted. "I don't know. I guess I'm just really confused."

"It's okay," Daisy said. "I feel the same way. I don't know why, but I get so turned on seeing you get humiliated. But then I feel kind of weird and guilty about it afterward. I guess we can just take it one step at a time?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "That sounds good."

"Okay," Daisy said, then paused for a second before asking me, "So, like, it's okay for now if I keep...ya know..."

"You mean...if you keep having sex with Brad?" I asked. She just nodded. My dick stirred, and I squeezed her hand. "Yes. It's okay. Whenever you want."

She smiled and squeezed my hand back.

***

Our wedding day was rapidly approaching. We were receiving RSVP's and making final arrangements, talking with our families about how excited we were to see them when they came to celebrate our marriage.

I was loving my new job. It paid way more than I'd been making before. Being the assistant manager basically involved me following Brad around and doing whatever he told me to do. To be honest, though, I kind of enjoyed taking orders from Brad. And sometimes he would be out fucking Daisy, so on those days I got to fill in for him and be the boss for a change. It was a great opportunity and gave me some good experience.

All the while, Brad and Daisy were feeling increasingly free to arrange hook-ups whenever they felt like it. Sometimes it was while I was at work, but now that things were out in the open, it would also happen in the afternoons or evenings or when I had a day off. Often Brad would just show up at our place and kick me out for an hour or two while he had his way with Daisy.

Sometimes I felt uncertain about how things were progressing, but Brad and Daisy had a way of keeping me happy. When one of them sensed I was getting conflicted, I would receive a video in my inbox from Brad, or sometimes Daisy would even arrange for me to walk in on the two of them fucking. Brad did not like having me around watching them going at it, and he quickly kicked me out when I caught them, but even seeing a few seconds of them fucking in person was enough to give me super-intense orgasms.

***

A couple of weeks before the wedding, Daisy and Brad and I were all hanging out together when they sat me down at our dining table, saying they wanted to talk about something.

"Um, what's going on?" I asked, a little nervous.

Daisy reached over and grabbed my hand. "Well...sweetie," she said, glancing over at Brad, whose arm was casually draped around her shoulders. "You know the wedding's coming up, and we wanted to talk to you about something..."

"Okay..." I said, not sure where this was going.

"Um...have you given any thought to, ya know, our wedding night?" she asked.

I looked at Brad, who was smirking his confident smirk. Blushing, I admitted, "Well, yeah, I have...I was thinking Brad could, ya know, come up to our wedding suite."