Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 8 (Patreon)

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 Sylvia couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so nervous. She'd already finished half her drink and it wasn't helping a bit. That didn't stop her from taking another sip, though.

She told herself there was no reason to be nervous. She wasn't cheating on Shane. He knew she was there. He knew she was meeting Holly for a drink. He knew that Holly had invited a couple of friends - male friends - to join them for that drink. Shane knew there was a possibility that the night would include more than chatting and flirting.

Still, it was a date, and Sylvia hadn't been on a date with someone new - someone she was nervous about impressing - since she met Shane. She'd seen a picture of the guy Holly was bringing for her and he was exceptionally handsome. Big, too, though in a good way. The muscular type of big. The type of big that made Sylvia feel a surprising sense of desire as she let her mind wander and imagined those strong hands on her body. She even imagined those strong arms carrying her to bed in a momentary flight of fancy that had left her tingling between her legs.

"I see you got started without me," Holly said as she slid into the booth and smiled across the table at Sylvia.

"Yeah, sorry. I felt bad just sitting here without ordering." She took a deep breath. "Plus, I'm way more nervous than I thought I'd be. Way, way more nervous."

Holly - who looked beautiful in a simple but sexy red dress - reached across the table and took Sylvia's hand. "I was nervous the first time. So much so that I screwed up the date, actually. But I didn't have someone to guide me. You're lucky."

Sylvia smiled at her friend. "Yes, I am."

Her life had changed immensely - and entirely for the better - since she'd met Holly that fateful day in the department store. What had started as utter fascination with a woman dominating her husband in public had morphed in something close to a brand new lifestyle for Sylvia. She'd practiced the art of femdom since first cracking open the book Holly had lent her and Sylvia was convinced she was getting better at it with each passing day.

Shane was now a dedicated, dutiful husband. He showered her with love and affection every single day, without fail. He happily did most of the chores around the house and found pleasure in offering her massages, buying her flowers, and ensuring that her every need was met, often without Sylvia having to ask anything of him. Best of all, Shane was happier. He'd said so on numerous occasions, in fact.

"Tonight is about having fun," Holly said. "It's about getting a taste of what's possible in a marriage where you're in control, where you have a dutiful husband who's eager to meet your needs no matter the cost. Your marriage certainly doesn't have to take the shape of mine - perhaps Shane would never want to watch as another man satisfies you - but each female led marriage finds its own shape that is built around the woman's pleasure."

Sylvia was surprised - and delighted - to feel a gentle tingling between her legs as she thought of having sex with another man. Holly was right that Shane would likely never want to watch, but he'd gotten to the point where he no longer felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety at the idea of her having a little fun with another man. He wasn't anywhere near ready for her to fuck someone else, but she was helping him get closer and closer to that point.

Sylvia had taken to dressing in a more suggestive manner. Not slutty, mind you. Instead she dressed like a woman who wanted to be noticed. She wore dresses and skirts more often. She wore heels more often. She put more effort into her hair and makeup. She accessorized her outfits more, too. The upside was that she felt far more attractive, so even absent the flirting with other men she would have been more amorous, which meant more sex for Shane.

The steady diet of orgasms for him - and the ever-present sense of arousal that Sylvia made an effort to stoke whenever possible - certainly blunted the impact of her flirting with other men and it did the same when she mentioned that she might go on a double date with Holly and two guys. Shane had resisted, of course, but Sylvia had lured him into a state of acceptance with gentle domination, which was her preferred method of exerting control over her husband. Shane had ended up on his knees worshiping her pussy while Sylvia teased his stiff cock with her toes. She'd gotten him to admit that she deserved to go on a date if she desired and she'd reassured him that her desire for that date had nothing to do with her love for him, which seemed to be more than enough to assuage any worries Shane felt.

"Do you like it better when Troy watches?" Sylvia asked as she thought of the time she'd witnessed the tail end of Holly's session with one of her lovers. Troy had been on his knees with his eyes fixed on the sight of another man's cock moving and out of his wife's pussy. It had struck Sylvia as a rather remarkable thing and it clearly brought pleasure to both husband and wife.

"I do," Holly replied with a smile before turning and beckoning a waitress to come over. She gave her drink order, smiled, and turned back to Sylvia. "It's an act of domination that I adore, making him watch. Putting him on his knees. Making him witness another man's superiority, as there is no question that Troy is an inferior lover when compared to the men I let inside me."

Sylvia thought of Shane, who was quite good in bed and who'd always been so. She couldn't help but wonder if someone else would be better and what it would feel like to be with someone better. 

"What are you thinking?" Holly asked.

Sylvia looked away, sipped her drink, and met her friend's gaze once more. "Shane's quite good in bed, but I was wondering what it would be like to be with someone better, or if that was even possible."

Holly smiled. "Oh, it's possible. Believe me, it's possible. The man you'll meet tonight might not be the right choice, but there's absolutely a man out there that would put your husband to shame, sexually speaking, and I promise you that once you experience that particular kind of bliss you'll find it damn near impossible to go back to exclusively having sex with your husband."

Sylvia was torn on whether or not she wanted that. She liked having sex with Shane. She liked the way he made her cum. And yet...if she could have even better sex, well, that was worth trying to experience at least once.

"Here they are," Holly said as she turned and smiled at two well-dressed men coming their way.

She slid out of the booth and Sylvia did the same. Holly greeted one man with a kiss on the cheek and Sylvia smiled and extended her hand towards the other.

"Hi, Levi, I'm Sylvia," she said.

She intended to shake his hand, but he took it, leaned forward, and kissed the back of it softly. "Sylvia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

It was a cheesy gesture, and yet Sylvia quite liked it as she felt her heart flutter a bit.

"I feel like a lucky man," he said, "you're more beautiful than Sylvia suggested."

Again her heart fluttered. Levi was going a bit heavy with the charm, but it was working.

"Sylvia, this is Ryker," Holly said as she gestured to the man who'd put his arm around her. "He and Levi both work at the same firehouse."

It was silly to get excited about the idea of having sex with a fireman, and yet that's exactly what Sylvia felt in that moment. She was operating entirely under the preconceived strong and heroic notions of a man doing that job, but those notions were more than enough to make her pussy tingle a little.

"Shall we sit?" Holly suggested.

Sylvia moved towards their booth and slid in. Levi sat next to her and moved close enough for their thighs to touch. Sylvia was hit with a sudden urge to reach under the table and caress his leg, but she kept her hands to herself. She'd just met the man, after all.

"So, how long have you two known each other?" Sylvia asked as Holly and Ryker looked at each other like they couldn't wait to rush out of there, tear their clothes off, and get down to the business of fucking.

"A few years now," Holly answered. "We see each other every few months."

"How did you first meet?" Sylvia asked.

Ryker smiled. "I saw her outside a scene. It was a small fire in a store. Some idiot tried to get high in a storage room and a bunch of cardboard boxes went up in flames in an instant. Holly was standing on the sidewalk and watching when I came out. There was just something about her. Something irresistible."

"So he came over and asked me on a date right then and there," Holly continued before lifting her hand and showing off her engagement ring. "He didn't give a damn about the ring on my finger."

Ryker leaned over and kissed her neck softly. "I had to have her."

Holly smiled. "And have me he did. Twice on that first date, if I remember correctly."

Holly turned and kissed Ryker. Deeply, too. Probably too deeply for a public place.

Sylvia turned to the man sitting next to her and found that his gaze was already fixed on her. She blushed a little at his attention - he was remarkably attractive - and asked, "So how long have you two worked together?"

"Three years," he answered before glancing at her ring finger and the diamond that rested there.

"Does it bother you that I'm married?" she asked.

Levi shook his head. "Not at all. It makes things really clear, you know? I have no interest in taking you from your husband and you have no interest in leaving him. If there's chemistry here, we can enjoy ourselves without having to think about anything other than enjoying ourselves. I like that. There's something really exciting about it."

Sylvia glanced across the table to see Holly and Ryker still engaged in one hell of a kiss, though Holly's hand had moved underneath the table and judging by the movements of her arm was almost certainly engaged in stroking her lover's cock.

In any other circumstance it would have been both rude and inappropriate for Holly to behave that way. This was different, though. They weren't on a real date. Sylvia was a married woman on the verge of cuckolding her husband. It was quite different from a date. In fact, it struck her that the evening's purpose was to judge if she had chemistry with Levi and, just as importantly, to try and judge whether pursuing the pleasures of that chemistry was something she wanted to do.

"Kiss me," she said. They could talk all they wanted, but there was little point to talking if there wasn't physical chemistry.

As Sylvia hoped, Levi was not the kind of man to hesitate when a woman wanted to be kissed. He leaned in, reached up to caress her face, and kissed her. He did so slowly at first, luring her into the kiss before offering just the tip of his tongue. Sylvia was delighted to find her loins were instantly alive with desire, so much so that she could actually feel the wetness forming between her legs.

"Wow," was all she said when Levi leaned back.

"Yeah," he replied with a smile.

Holly and Ryker were looking at them - their own kiss having ended - and both were smiling brightly.

"Good kiss?" Holly asked.

Sylvia smiled and nodded at her friend.

The waitress showed up a moment later and everyone ordered drinks. With her desire - and their chemistry - confirmed, Sylvia was pleased that the evening then segued to conversation. It was the light, fun, flirty type. The guys shared some of the funnier stories of being firefighters, which ended up being lots of stuff having nothing to do with fires, in fact, including helping extract a young man from his mother's drier after he'd contorted himself in there on a dare.

At one point, Holly and Ryker got off on a tangent for just the two of them and Levi turned to Sylvia with a semi-serious look on his face. "So, does your husband really know you're here, and what you're doing here, I suppose?"

She nodded. "He does. My marriage is similar to Holly's. I'm a lot newer to domination than she is, but I'm learning about how to take control of my marriage, about how to foster my husband's submissive side and how to make something like this - like what the two of us might get up to - pleasurable for him."

"How is such a thing possible?" Levi asked.

Sylvia smiled at his genuine curiosity. "Well, a submissive man finds pleasure in tending to his wife's needs, whatever those needs might be. For instance, my husband now does most of the chores around the house, and though it might be hard to believe, he finds genuine pleasure in doing those chores because he knows it makes me happy. In fact, I've gotten it to the place where there's actually a bit of sexual satisfaction in it for him. It's not enormous - he's not walking around with a boner while taking the trash out - but it's there, and if I keep on stoking it then it only grows."

"That's kind of amazing. You're amazing, in fact."

She wanted to kiss him. To feel his lips against hers. To feel his strong hand on her face again. In fact, she wanted to feel his hand on her leg, up her thigh, between her legs. She wanted it in a fairly significant way, too. Sylvia thought of Shane, though. She thought of how denial worked so well to keep him happy, to keep him in that state of arousal that made offering his submission such a turn on. She stopped herself from kissing Levi to stoke her desire to do so.

"Do you want to see me again?" she asked.

"I do," Levi replied. "I really do."

He wanted her. Sylvia could see it in his eyes. She wondered if he could see her desire.

He leaned in. He rested a hand on her leg. He kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth. His fingers moved up her thigh. They moved a few inches under her dress. They danced over her skin, sending slow pulses of pleasure between her legs and deepening the wetness there. His touch - and his kiss - weakened Sylvia's resolve and increased her desire to go further than she'd planned that night.

"You're a very good kisser," she whispered.

"That's not all I'm good at," he replied softly.

His confidence was intoxicating. She smiled, slipped her fingers around the back of his neck, and pulled his lips to hers for another kiss. This one was deeper. More aggressive. Her fingers moved through the short hair on the back of his head and she moaned softly into his mouth. She wanted him and it was quickly becoming difficult to resist the notion of asking him to take her back to his place.

"It looks like we made a successful match," Holly said.

Sylvia held the kiss with Levi a little longer and then looked across the table at her friend. "I think you did."

"You did," Levi echoed.

"Well, if you two don't mind, Ryker and I are going to retire for the evening," Holly said. "Troy has been waiting patiently for hours and he deserves to watch his wife satisfy her desires with another man."

Ryker pulled cash from his pocket and slipped it under an empty class before sliding out of the booth and offering Holly his hand. They both waved goodbye and Sylvia did so in return before turning her attention to Levi.

The moment had arrived. Her body wanted to go home with him. To spend the night in his bed. To explore his body and let him explore hers. To see if Levi really could fuck her better than Shane.

She wasn't ready for that, though. Shane wasn't ready for that, either. It was just too soon.

"Did you drive here?" she asked.

Levi nodded.

Sylvia put a hand on his thigh and let her fingers travel towards his crotch, stopping halfway there. "I'm not ready to do what Holly and Ryker are going to do tonight. Or, really, my husband's not quite there yet. I would like to fool around, though. How about we go to your car and do that?"

Levi nodded again, this time with a big smile on his face. He pulled out his wallet, left money for their drinks - along with a generous tip - on the table and slid out of the booth. He took her hand and soon enough his arm was around her as they walked out.

Halfway through the parking lot Levi's hand drifted to her ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze through the soft fabric of her dress. Sylvia looked at him, smiled, and then leaned over to kiss him on the neck.

"I like your touch," she said.

Levi unlocked his car - an SUV, actually - and Sylvia suggested they get in the backseat so there was nothing between them. She crawled in first, Levi got in behind her, and they were kissing the moment he shut the door.

Unlike in the bar, Sylvia felt no need to restrain her desire. The kiss was deeper and more aggressive. Her tongue was more active. Her hands, too. It wasn't long before she'd found his cock through his pants and was stroking him slowly. She liked the way he moaned into her mouth when she touched him in that way. She liked how big he felt, too. She liked thinking about him inside her. It made her wet to do so.

"That feels so good," he said.

The only desire Sylvia restrained was the one that told her to let Levi fuck her. She wanted it. It was too early, though. Shane needed more training. She'd already decided she was going to make Levi cum, though. She wasn't sure if it was her hand or her mouth that would provide the orgasm, but she was going to make him cum.

As they kissed, his hands roamed. She moaned when he played with her tits through the dress and she offered no objection when he pushed the straps from her shoulders to get better access. The moment she felt his fingers inside her bra - and his strong hand on her bare breast - Sylvia let out a much deeper moan.

His touch felt good, but it was also the notion that a man she'd just met was playing with her tits in his car that drove her wild. She was fully enmeshed in the pleasure of dominating her husband so thoroughly that she got to play with someone else purely for her satisfaction.

With her tits exposed, Levi leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He was gentle - some men are far too vigorous - which made Sylvia think he had more than enough experience to know how to pleasure a woman. His fingers moved between her legs and he pushed her dress up around her waist, prompting Sylvia to part her thighs and give him access to her pussy.

Levi took that access. He moved her panties to the side. He slipped a finger inside her, lubed it with her juices, and rubbed her clit in slow circles while sucking on her nipples, moving from one to the other to ensure total pleasure.

Sylvia came in less than a minute. She came in the backseat of a relative stranger's car and she came hard, too. She came while he sucked on her nipple and played with her clit and fingered her pussy. She felt a little like she was a teenager again and there was something so fantastically arousing about it.

Sylvia took a few moments to recover from her climax and then turned to Levi and unzipped his pants. She freed his cock and kissed him. She stroked him and marveled at how long and thick he felt. She could barely wrap her fingers all the way around him.

"You're bigger than my husband," she whispered. "And if I'm being honest, I can't wait to have you inside me, to feel this big cock of yours stretching me out."

Levi moaned and Sylvia kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry I can't let you fuck me tonight," she continued. "I hope a handjob will make you feel good."

"A handjob would be amazing," he said through rapid, shallow breaths. "That feels so fucking good, Sylvia, and you're so fucking hot. This is incredible. It's so much hotter than I thought tonight might be."

Sylvia smiled and spit in her hand. She lubed his cock and stroked him faster and with a tighter grip. She urged him to play with her tits and then kissed him. Levi's strong hand found one of her breasts and he squeezed it. Harder this time. She didn't mind, though. It was a little rough, but it felt good. Plus, he'd made her cum and now Levi was pursuing his pleasure so he deserved to do what felt good.

"Oh my god...Sylvia..."

Then he came. He came hard. Sylvia watched the cum erupt from the tip of his cock. It landed on the seat, on his shirt, on his pants, and on her fingers. It made a mess, but of course it did. Levi didn't seem to care, though.

In fact, he laughed when he looked down at the cum all over...well, everything. Sylvia gave his cock a few gentle strokes and his laugher turned into a moan and his body trembled in that way a man's body sometimes does when you stimulate his cock soon after an orgasm.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"Fucking incredible," he replied.

She pulled her hand away and looked at the cum that glazed three of her fingers. Then, without thinking, Sylvia took one of those fingers in her mouth and sucked it clean. Levi's eyes went wide and she smiled.

"You taste good," she said. Soon enough she'd sucked her other fingers clean, too. It was not the kind of thing she normally did. She was really not that kind of woman. And yet Sylvia couldn't help but think that Levi would thoroughly enjoy thinking about her swallowing a little of his cum the next time he got turned on.

"You're amazing," he said, which put a smile on her face.

Tasting Levi's cum was about Shane, too. She'd tell him eventually. She might wait a little, but she'd tell him and she'd test him. After all, it would probably be difficult for Shane to hear that she'd made another man cum.

"I'd like to see you again," Sylvia said as she stroked Levi's cock a few more times. "Next weekend?"

"I can't wait," he replied.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and then fixed her dress so it wouldn't look like she'd just been fucked when she got out of his car. "I had an exceptionally good time...and an exceptionally good orgasm. I can't wait to do that again."

"The feeling's mutual," Levi said. "Can I walk you to your car?"

She looked at him and smiled. "I'm just a few cars away, actually, so I'll be fine. Plus, you're a bit of a mess."

Levi looked down at himself and laughed. "Fair enough."

Sylvia pulled out her phone and handed it to Levi to get his number. She took it back, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and let herself out of the SUV with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

As she drove home, Sylvia considered how she would share the events of her evening with Shane. He'd need to be aroused. She'd need to be in control, too. He needed to be dominated, to be trained to accept that her pleasure - even if another man provided it - was all that mattered.

Luckily, Sylvia had gotten good at dominating her husband and she was confident she could turn the rest of her evening into a deeply satisfying experience.