Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 7 (Patreon)

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"Are you humming?"

Sylvia looked over her shoulder to see Shane standing by the refrigerator with a smile on his face. She was, in fact, humming, though she hadn't taken note of it until he'd pointed it out.

"I guess I am."

He stepped closer, put his hands on her waist, and kissed the back of her neck. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

The answer leapt to mind immediately, though Sylvia's first instinct was to refrain from sharing the source of her mood with Shane. It was an instinct she ended up squashing, though, as it was a bit of flirtation at the grocery store that had brightened her mood.

Before answering, though, Sylvia turned her head and found her husband's lips for a deep kiss. It seemed to catch him off guard at first, but Shane wasn't going to turn down a chance to kiss her in that manner and Sylvia was quite pleased when his hands slipped under her shirt and moved to cup her breasts in the rather delicate lace bra she'd put on before leaving. He moaned into her mouth as he touched the bra and pressed his crotch into her ass, announcing the presence of his erection.

"Someone flirted with me," she said as Shane's lips found her neck.

He kissed her once and then looked up with a hint of insecurity on his face. "Really?" His hands moved to her waist, though he didn't back away.

"At the grocery store. I was perusing the apples. He came right over and chatted me up. Asked which kind of apple I enjoyed the most. It wasn't the most sophisticated flirting a man has ever done with me, but I got the feeling he was a little out of practice, perhaps recently divorced and trying to get his confidence back."

Sylvia subtly pushed her hips back and watched just a hint of arousal dance across her husband's face.

"Though he didn't seem like the sort of man that would lack confidence," she added.

"Why is that?"

Sylvia smiled. "He was very good looking. Tall. A full head of hair. He looked to be in exceptionally good shape, too."

Before Shane could ask another question, Sylvia spun around, grabbed his ass, and pulled him close. She kissed him, holding him tight and luring his tongue into her mouth so she could suck on it a little, which was a surefire way to communicate her lust and her desire for Shane to feel that same lust.

"Did he...did you flirt back?" he asked.

Sylvia rested a hand on Shane's chest, smiled, and said, "A little. It was fun. It wasn't anything heavy. He wasn't asking for my number or checking out my tits or ass or trying to grind up on me in the grocery store. He was just doing a little flirting. Connecting with a woman he was attracted to. Seeing if maybe she felt enough attraction to him to flirt back."

It wasn't the first time Sylvia had mentioned finding another man attractive. Following the advice in the book 'A Domme's Guide to Training the Perfect Husband,' she'd spent that past six weeks slowly building up Shane's tolerance to the idea that she was attracted to other men. It began with simple comments about actors in movies and TV shows, graduated to glancing at men in public - though making no mention of their attractiveness - to then occasionally mentioning that she thought a stranger was exceptionally good looking.

Sylvia almost always followed her comment with an act of affection towards her husband and that affection almost always blunted the sense of insecurity that followed her having commented on another man's looks. In the past few weeks she'd taken to following that public act of affection with sexual pleasure of some sort once they got home, ranging from having Shane go down on her to dragging him to the bedroom to fuck her. Sylvia had yet to directly associate her desire with another man's attractiveness, though. She'd been too worried that it would go disastrously wrong. She was ready to push it, though, in no small part because the flirtation had proved rather arousing and Sylvia had come home in the mood for an orgasm.

"I did enjoy myself, though," she said before leaning in to kiss Shane's neck. "I enjoyed feeling like he was attracted to me. I enjoyed feeling just a little bit of desire emanating from him."

Sylvia could feel Shane's uncertainty. His body seemed to want to pull away, to run from the conversation they were having. His cock was still hard, though, and he couldn't help but moan a little as she kissed his neck. He was caught between conflicting desires and it thrilled her to be able to keep him in place by building his lust so significantly that he couldn't resist her.

"I did notice him check out my ass as he walked away," she whispered. "For just a moment - a split second, really - I saw desire in his eyes."

Sylvia reached between Shane's legs and stroked his cock. She was pleased to find him throbbing to the point that she could easily grasp his shaft through his jeans and offer him enough pleasure to elicit a deeper moan.

"I think he would have asked for my number if he hadn't spotted the ring on my finger," she added.

Shane's hands moved to Sylvia's waist and found their way under her shirt. His fingers moved to her lower back and his lips met hers. They kissed and she welcomed her husband's tongue into her mouth as he ran a hand up her chest and grasped one of her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra. A moment later his fingers had slipped under the lace and he was playing with her nipple, which was stiff with desire and exceptionally sensitive to his touch. Sylvia moaned into his mouth and gently sucked on his tongue for a moment.

"I need to get fucked, Shane," she said softly.

He responded by lifting her shirt over her head, kissing her neck and chest and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth through the lace. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it as Sylvia reached back to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she said as Shane's lips found her bare flesh, took her nipple in his mouth, and sucked hard. 

After a wealth of nipple play, Shane stepped back and pulled his shirt off. His hands moved for his belt next, but Sylvia reached out and stopped him. He let his hands fall to his sides and she smiled, unbuttoned her jeans, and worked them over her hips while he watched. Sylvia kicked her heels - she almost never wore heels to the grocery store, but ever since she'd opened her mind to the idea of sleeping with another man she found it thoroughly enjoyable to dress in a more alluring manner - off and her jeans followed, leaving her standing against the kitchen counter in a pair of lace panties.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Are you willing to earn the right to fuck me, Shane? Are you willing to do as I desire for the right to slide your stiff cock into my tight, wet cunt?"

Desire - intense desire - washed over his face and Sylvia saw his cock jump in his jeans. "Yes," he said. "I am. I will. You know I'm always willing to do what it takes to make you happy, Sylvia."

That was increasingly true - Sylvia had been following the book's training guide for several months at that point and it was working exceptionally well - but in recent weeks there was a notable difference in that Shane seemed to find genuine pleasure in earning the right to make Sylvia feel good in whatever way she chose. He seemed to take great pleasure in earning the right to claim an orgasm for himself, too, a shift that Sylvia found more enthralling than she'd expected.

"Then come here and get on your knees for me," she said.

As the weeks and months had gone by, Sylvia found ever-increasing pleasure in dominant utterances. Demanding her husband fall to his knees made her pussy wet, and far wetter than when she'd been more subtle about instructing Shane. It felt far better to demand and watch him obey.

He approached and sank to his knees. He looked up at her with a smile - a genuine smile - on his face and lust in his eyes. Sylvia stared down at him as the hum of desire coursing through her body got louder.

"I'd like you to kiss my feet," she said.

Shane bent over and kissed her feet without hesitation. Sylvia thought of the progress they'd made. Five months ago Shane would have looked at her like she was crazy for issuing such a request. Now he looked excited and he did it gleefully. His lips felt good against her feet, but his willingness to obey was the thing that thrilled Sylvia beyond words.

"Kiss my legs. Work your way to my pussy. Take your time, though."

Shane took his time, planting dozens of soft kisses on her legs while caressing her skin, sending slow and beautiful waves of pleasure upwards to her pussy and resulting in an excess of wetness that left her panties damp.

"I liked that another man desired me, Shane," she said as his lips reached the soft skin above her knees. "I liked that he wanted to flirt with me. I liked that he looked back to check out my ass as he walked away. I liked that he would asked for my number if I wasn't married. I liked that a man like him was so into me that he thought about asking me on a date."

Shane was turned on, though Sylvia couldn't be sure if it was the submission, the closeness to her pussy, or the fact that someone else had flirted with her that was at the root of his desire. It didn't matter, though. That was the beauty of it. He was experiencing arousal as she talked about another man desiring her and that was all that was needed to help him accept the idea of being cuckolded at some point in the future.

"If you weren't married, would you have gone out on a date with him?" Shane asked before kissing her inner thighs.

"Yes," Sylvia answered without hesitation. "I would have accepted his invitation. I would have spent quite a bit of time getting ready for the date. I would have worn this sexy bra and panty set just in case I found him charming enough to let his hands up my shirt on the first date."

Shane ran his hands up Sylvia's thighs, past her panties, and up her stomach. He took her breasts in his hands and kissed her thighs just inches from her pussy. As he moved from one side to the other, his nose pressed against her clit and she felt a brief-but-wondrous thunderclap of pleasure from the first direct stimulation she'd had since her grocery store flirtation.

Sylvia put a hand on the back of Shane's head, looked down at him, and said, "Kiss my pussy through my panties."

His lips pressed against her panties and he planted a series of firm kisses as Sylvia closed her eyes, grabbed a handful of his hair, and moaned. It felt good. Exceptionally good. Warmth and pleasure spread through her body as Shane worshiped from his knees, doing exactly as she desired and likely doing so as thoughts of Sylvia flirting with another man occupied his mind.

"Are you thinking about him?" Shane asked.

Sylvia opened her eyes, pulled back on his hair so his lips departed her panties, and smiled. "Would that bother you?"

"I...I don't know," he said, though Sylvia suspected that he did know. "I mean, yes, a little. How could it not bother me?"

She pushed her foot forward and played with his cock through his jeans with her fingers tightly entwined in his hair. She said nothing, instead preferring to watch the pleasure dance across his face.

"You're right. It's supposed to bother you. Any married man should be a little bothered by his wife flirting with someone else. You, though, should also be happy for me."

"I should?" he asked.

Sylvia nodded. "You should be happy because it made me happy. You should be happy because it thrilled me that someone so good looking wanted to flirt with me. You should be happy because it turned me on, Shane. You should be happy because my pleasure should be the most important thing to you and it brought me no small amount of pleasure to flirt with another man."

He was conflicted, as he should have been. His training wasn't anywhere near complete. Sylvia was making progress, though. She still hadn't decided if she actually wanted to cuckold her husband, but she'd grown quite fond of the notion of having the option. At the very least she liked being able to flirt with men and she was quite certain she'd enjoy doing so in a more flagrant manner, perhaps in a bar or a club where that sort of thing was expected.

"Your pleasure is the most important thing to me, Sylvia," Shane said as she continued to tease his cock with her foot. "It really is. And it feels really strange, but there is a part of me that likes that you...that you flirted, or I guess that you enjoyed someone flirting with you. I don't know. It's confusing."

"I know it is," she replied. "But it makes me very happy that you can feel something good - excitement or happiness or perhaps a touch of arousal - at the idea that another man flirted with me, that he wanted me."

Shane opened his mouth - Sylvia guessed that he was about to deny that he felt any arousal at the notion of another man wanting her - but Sylvia pulled his lips against her panties before he could utter a single word.

"Lick me through my panties," she said. "Taste all the juices that have leaked out of me, Shane. Taste my arousal. Taste how wet my cunt is."

He liked it when she used the word cunt. His eyes always went a little wide and he always moaned a little. Sylvia used it sparingly - there was no need to go overboard - but she loved that she could inspire a touch of lust with a simple word.

"Take my panties off," she instructed.

Shane pulled her underwear off with haste and Sylvia pulled him between her legs once more.

"Worship my pussy."

It was an instruction Shane had received countless times over the past five months and its ability to inspire lust seemed to have grown increasingly potent. His eyes lit up as she uttered those words. He licked feverishly and Sylvia extended her foot once more, though this time she didn't rub Shane's cock. Instead, she held her foot there and waited. To her delight, he took the bait and began to grind his dick against her, pursuing the meager pleasure she offered in that moment while his tongue massaged her clit in the manner Sylvia found most pleasurable.

"I want you inside me," Sylvia said.

She pushed the groceries back and hopped on the kitchen counter. Shane stood and stripped before approaching with his stiff dick bouncing in front of him. They kissed as Sylvia wrapped her fingers around his shaft and guided him inside her.

Shane filled her with one long, slow thrust and then Sylvia wrapped her legs around him and held him close, preventing her husband from fucking her until she'd given him permission.

"It's good that you didn't get mad at the fact that I flirted with someone," she said softly. "It's good that you were okay with me exploring a little bit of innocent pleasure with him. That's the kind of husband I want you to be, Shane."

"I know," he said. "And that's the kind of husband I want to be for you."

Sylvia kissed him and released the grip of her legs, tacitly offering Shane permission to fuck her. He did so, though at a slow pace, which is exactly what she craved in that moment.

"That's good," she said. "Nice and slow. Take your time. Enjoy my pussy. Enjoy how warm and wet it is. This is your reward, Shane. Your reward for being the kind of husband I want you to be. You get to fuck me nice and slow. You get to take your time. You get to enjoy my cunt. And then you get to fuck me as hard as you want before you fill me with your cum."

He groaned and Sylvia kissed him again. She relaxed her legs entirely and grabbed his ass tightly. She used the leverage to control the speed of his thrusts, slowly urging him to pick up the pace and enjoy the intense pleasure that came as he fucked her harder and faster.

"I'm going to keep flirting with other men, Shane," she said. "I'm going to smile when someone handsome looks at me. I'm going to flirt back when that someone handsome flirts with me. I'm going to keep wearing my wedding ring, but I'm not going to turn down the chance to have a little flirty fun with a good-looking man that desires me."

He groaned and she urged him to fuck her harder.

"And you're going to keep being the kind of husband that doesn't get mad. You're going to support me. You're going to be good for me. If I get home and I've done a little flirting with a man, you're going to happily worship my pussy and make me cum if that's what I want. And, if I want to get fucked, you're going to offer this lovely cock of yours and fuck me like you're doing right now. Aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to cum, Shane? Do you want to cum inside me?" Sylvia asked as she felt her orgasm approaching.

"Yes, please. Can I cum inside you?"

"Yes, baby. Cum in me. Cum in my pussy!"

Sylvia held him tight and they kissed. He fucked her hard and fast and she held herself on the edge of orgasm right up until Shane buried his cock in her pussy and unleashed.

Sylvia's moans of pleasure filled the kitchen as Shane came inside her. Her pussy pulsed around his cock and her ass trembled against the smooth marble of the kitchen counter.

With their foreheads pressed together, they both unleashed heavy post-orgasmic breaths as Sylvia smiled in an uncontrollable manner, such was her pleasure at both the orgasm and the act of domination that had occurred right before she came. It was a perfect way to enhance her already considerable satisfaction.

"That was exceptional," she said. "You really know how to fuck me, Shane. How to make me feel good when I need to feel good."

He laughed softly. "I was just going to say the same thing. That was an incredible orgasm. Thank you, Sylvia."

"You're welcome."

They shared a long, soft, slow kiss as she ran her hands up and down his back and gave his ass one last squeeze.

"Would you mind grabbing me a paper towel before you pull out?"

Shane did so and Sylvia folded it in half and held it over her pussy after he pulled out. She caught most of his cum - thought a bit dripped out - and then she sauntered away to clean up in the bathroom.

"Please put the groceries away after you get dressed. Oh, and if you wouldn't mind bringing my clothes to the bedroom when you're done with that," she instructed.

"Of course," Shane said with a smile.

It was the smile that Sylvia enjoyed the most. It was genuine. He wasn't frustrated at having to do work after cumming. He was happy to do it. He understood that fucking her was a gift she offered him. He understood that having an orgasm inside her was also a gift and he was appreciative, just like a good submissive husband should be.

As it turned out, his training was going very well.