I got down on my hands and knees and assumed a push up position. I looked up at Roy, who signaled me to began. I counted as I went: "Unngh! One! Uhhhhh...Two! Ooooohhhhhhh...three!"
Janice watched me struggle and laughed. "Look, Roy, his gut touches the ground before his cock does." Their laughter continued as I struggled through all ten push-ups. Then, with Roy's permission, I rushed back inside the warmth of the room.
"Okay, cucky, that's enough entertainment," Roy said. "It's time for night-night; tomorrow is another day." He pulled the covers over himself, snuggled up next to Janice, and went to sleep. I took my usual place on the cold floor, sobbing and shivering.
* * *
The next morning, I was again sent across the street for coffee and donuts, while Janice and Roy lounged around on the bed. And, again, I had to "sing for my supper" - this time I literally had to sing. There was much discussion among my wife and her lover as to which song I should have to sing. They finally settled on, "I'm a Little Teacup" - and I had go through all the humiliating motions while I sang, as if I were in kindergarten or something.
For my efforts, I was rewarded with a donut.
"Come and get it, fat-ass," Roy said. He then started breaking the donut into small pieces and throwing them around the room. I forgot my humiliation and bustled through the room, picking up and eating every crumb.
"Enjoy that donut, fat-ass," Janice said while I chewed the on the last few crumbs. "That's the last chance you're going to have to eat until you get home - unless, that is, Roy is nice and lets you have some money!"
I nearly choked on the donut. "G-Go home? But, Mistress - I've been good..."
Janice held up her hand, cutting me off. "I don't care, asshole!" she screamed. "You've had plenty of time here - in fact, you ought to feel damn lucky we let you stay this long!"
"Yeah," Roy chimed in. "And think of all the people on the bus who'll be envious of your new pink snow suit!"
"B-b-but...you don't expect me - "
SLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!! My head shot back from Roy's powerful backhand.
"Don't you EVER talk back to me, you disgusting piece of shit!" he snarled. "I was going to be nice and let you take the butt plug out! But now, you fucked up!"
Janice clucked her tongue and shook her head. "See, Harold? Your fucking mouth gets you in trouble every time!"
"Y-yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."
"Don't tell me you're sorry - tell Roy!"
I looked at Roy, who was regarding me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. "I-I'm sorry, sir," I said as humbly as possible.
"No problem - it's no skin off my nose if you have to wear the butt plug. I'll be nice and cozy up here, enjoying the pleasure of your wife."
He reached in his pocket and handed me about $100. "That'll leave you a little extra to get something to eat," he said. "And I want you to keep the receipts - if you spend more than $10 on a meal, I'll put a foot to your ass - you got that?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I wanted to ask him if I could remove the butt plug, but since he'd already made his decision on that matter, I didn't want to push it.
Dejectedly, I donned the pink snow suit and said good-bye to my wife. But she didn't hear me - by this time, she was concentrating on Roy's dick in her mouth.
I walked to the door and opened it. Before I left I took one last look. Roy was lounging on the bed, while Janice was kneeling between his legs, worshipping his cock. Roy opened his eyes and saw me standing there.
"Have a nice trip, cucky!" he sang. "See you in about a week!"
"Y-yes, sir."
Janice stopped sucking Roy's dick long enough to say, "close the damn door and get out of here, asshole - you're letting in a draft!"
I shut the door and began my long, lonely journey home.
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