Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 4 (Patreon)

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Sylvia had intended to give her husband a kiss and leave the house for her lunch with Holly. There’d been a small delay, though.

It was the look Shane had given her as she walked out of the bedroom in a sundress and heels. There was hunger in his eyes. He hadn't cum in a week and Sylvia had made an effort to look good for her visit with Holly, though she hadn't expected her husband to be so taken with her.

Sylvia offered Shane a kiss, though not the sort a woman gives her husband before heading out. Instead, it was the sort a woman gives her husband when she wants to fuck him. It was the kind of kiss where their bodies were pressed tightly together and her tongue eagerly explored his mouth. It was the kind of kiss that left him hard as a rock.

Arousing him had been the intention as Sylvia had continued to follow the advice in her new favorite book, 'A Domme's Guide to Training the Perfect Husband.' In that moment, she was doing what she could to turn Shane on, to keep his mind focused on wanting to fuck her.

"I want you," he said the moment the kiss ended.

Sylvia reached down and stroked him through his jeans. "I know. I can feel it. But I can't let you have me, Shane. I'll be late for my lunch with Holly."

He looked desperate. "Please, Sylvia."

She shook her head. "We can have fun later, Shane. I promise. As long as you don't masturbate while I'm gone, that is. Will you promise me that you won't stroke your cock while I'm out with my friend?"

He nodded.

"Are you sure, Shane? Because now that you've promised, I'd be very disappointed if you broke that promise."

"I won't masturbate. I promise," he said.

Sylvia stepped back, leaned against the kitchen counter, and lifted the bottom of her sundress, exposing the delicate lace panties she'd selected. Shane's eyes focused between her legs and Sylvia slowly pulled her underwear aside.

"I wouldn't mind if you went down on me," she said with a smile. "You're so good at making me cum with your tongue that I'm sure you could do it quickly." Sylvia ran a finger over her labia, plunged it inside, and rubbed her clit for a few moments before adding, "Actually, I'd really like to cum, Shane, and I'd really like you to be the one to make me cum. Will you do that for me? Will you get on your knees and lick my pussy until I cum?"

He didn't say anything. He closed the distance between them, dropped to his knees, and went to work. Sylvia put a hand on the back of his head, applied gentle pressure to remind him that she was in control, and let him work her clit with his tongue.

"Finger me," she instructed.

A moment later two fingers were inside her as Shane rhythmically licked her clit with the thickest part of his tongue, applying a perfect level of pressure and quickly luring Sylvia to the brink of an orgasm in a remarkably short span of time.

The quickness with which she reached the brink of climax was a new thing for Sylvia. It wasn't so much that Shane had evolved into some sort of oral expert - he was exceptional, but not any more so than he'd ever been - but instead that her exploration of dominance within her marriage had left Sylvia in a state of constant arousal that managed to heighten her pleasure, often leading to quicker orgasms.

Right before cumming, Sylvia tightened her grip on Shane's hair and pulled him a little closer. She smothered his face with her pussy - not in an overwhelming way - and cried out in pleasure before her thighs began to tremble.

"Fuck, Shane, I'm cumming," she said.

Shane's tongue tended to her clit right until Sylvia released her grip on his hair. She'd never offered an instruction, but over the past few weeks he'd come to understand that she was effectively commanding him to cease using his tongue when she released her grasp on him after oral sex.

"That was exceptional, as always," Sylvia said as she caressed her husband's face and smiled at the sight of her juices on his lips and chin. "Thank you, my love."

"It was my pleasure," Shane replied from his knees.

Sylvia pulled her panties back over her pussy, smoothed out the front of her dress, and then stepped away to get some distance from Shane before asking, "Is everything still in its place?"

He nodded. "You look perfect."

Sylvia glanced at the bulge in his pants – his erection was still throbbing wonderfully - and then smiled at her husband. "Remember your promise. No masturbating. I'll take care of you when I get home, okay?"

"Yes, I promise. No masturbating," he replied with a smile.

Sylvia rushed towards him, bent over to give Shane a quick kiss, and then grabbed her purse and headed out. The aftermath of the orgasm - and of Shane's eagerness to serve her pussy without demanding anything in return - kept a smile on Sylvia's face for the entirety of the drive to Holly's home. That smile remained as she strode towards the front door and rang the bell to announce her presence.

When no one answered Sylvia worried that she'd gotten the day or time wrong and pulled out her phone to confirm. She was in the midst of scrolling through her messages with Holly when the door opened.

"Welcome, Sylvia," Troy said as he hid behind the door.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. The sound of a distinctly sexual moan reached Sylvia's ears and she felt a little embarrassed as she was absolutely certain she'd come at the wrong time. "Am I early?"

Troy shook his head from behind the door. "No, Holly's date has simply gone longer than she expected."

It had slipped Sylvia’s mind that Holly cuckolded her husband, a fact that was now impossible to forget. "Is she...is she having sex?"

"She is," Troy replied with a gentle nod. "They had a date last night. He spent the night and Holly planned on having him out of the house before your arrival, but her desire for him got the best of her. He can be quite persuasive when he craves her, as it turns out."

Sylvia thought back to when she'd watched Holly slap Troy across the face in a department store. It was among the most astounding things she'd ever witnessed, though she hadn't been horrified like most people would have been. Instead, she'd been intrigued. She felt the same way standing at their front door and listening to Holly have sex with another man as her husband stood there like it was a perfectly normal occurrence.

"Would you like to come in?" Troy asked.

Sylvia nodded and stepped into the house. Troy shut the door and she was astonished to see him naked with the exception of a pair of pink lace boyshort panties, which would explain why he'd hid behind the door.

"Are those your choice, or hers?" Sylvia asked.

"Hers," he replied. "She often puts me in panties when one of her bulls comes over. Sometimes she locks my cock, too."

Troy's cock was quite stiff, though rather diminutive. Sylvia felt like she understood why Holly would choose to cuckold her husband as it seemed unlikely she'd find a great deal of satisfaction in a below average cock.

"Would Holly be okay with me being in the house? With me listening?" she asked.

Troy nodded. "She told me to invite you in. She said you were free to do as you desired. You can sit and wait. You can wait on the deck if you'd prefer not to listen. She said you're also welcome to come to the bedroom and watch if you desire. No matter what you choose, though, you're free to command me."

Sylvia was a little overwhelmed. She'd indulged in a bit of kink with Shane, but it was nothing compared to the life Holly and Troy led.

"You're hard," she said. "Does that mean you like watching your wife with another man?"

Troy nodded. "Yes, very much so. I couldn't really explain why, but it really turns me on."

"So you'd prefer it if I told you to go back to the bedroom to watch them have sex?"

"Yes," Troy admitted.

He didn't move or utter another word. He simply stood there with his hands at his sides awaiting her order. Sylvia couldn't really read his face, either. He didn't seem frustrated or eager or horny or anything, really.

"And she really wouldn't mind if I watched?" Sylvia asked. Uttering the question brought with it an unexpected tingle of excitement.

"I know she wouldn't mind and I'm pretty sure she'd like it," he said. "She enjoys having an audience."

It felt weird to watch. It felt weird to want to watch, but Sylvia was fairly certain that's what she wanted, if only to catch a glimpse for a few moments. "Lead me to the bedroom."

Troy nodded, turned, and walked towards the stairs. He headed up and Sylvia followed as her pulse quickened. The sounds of sex got a little louder with each step she took and at the top of the stairs she could hear the gentle creaking of the bed frame.

"Fuck me," Holly said. "Fuck me harder."

Sylvia followed Troy to the end of the hallway as he stepped into the bedroom on the left. She remained just outside the door, though, staring at the foot of the bed. She couldn't see the sex, though. One step would reveal all, but Sylvia hesitated. She felt nervous and a little strange.

"Oh, fuck," Holly said. "That feels so fucking good!"

It sounded like good sex. It sounded like great sex. Sylvia wanted to see it, if for no other reason than it was something of a curiosity to witness a married woman cuckolding her husband.

Sylvia stepped forward, took a deep breath, and turned to her left. She saw a pair of stocking-clad legs wrapped around the body of a tall, lean, muscular man. She saw the man thrusting, though the angle she watched from denied Sylvia the sight of that man's cock moving in and out of Holly.

Troy was on his knees at the foot of the bed. His gaze was fixed squarely on the union of his wife and the man fucking her. His cock was rock hard in the panties and he had his hands clasped behind his back.

"I'm close," Holly said. "I'm close, baby. Cum inside me. Cum inside me!"

Sylvia was stunned at how her pussy tingled as she listened to Holly's desperate-sounding pleas for the cum of a man she wasn't married to, all while her husband sat on his knees and watched.

The man fucking Holly picked up the pace, pounding her with such vigor that Sylvia wondered if the bed frame might collapse under the force of the sex it played host to. It didn't, though. Instead, Holly and her bull came together. He buried his cock inside her and filled her with his cum while she kicked her legs open and unleashed the sorts of moans that made it seem like she was having an otherworldly orgasm.

Sylvia leaned against the doorframe and watched as her pussy - and most of the rest of her body, actually - tingled with a desire she didn't quite comprehend.

"That was exquisite, as always," Holly said as she held her bull's head in her hands. "You're a remarkable man."

He smiled and they kissed deeply. Sylvia was struck by the sense of intimacy in the kiss, though she concluded that it made perfect sense that Holly would share a deep kiss with a man who'd just given her a great orgasm.

"Why don't you go wash up?" Holly said.

They shared a quick kiss and then he pulled out and sat back on his knees for a moment. Sylvia's jaw dropped when she saw his cock. He was still hard and his shaft was slick with a mixture of their fluids. It was his size that stunned her, though. His cock was remarkably long and thick and the head was so plump as to be utterly astounding.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Holly asked.

Sylvia snapped to attention and felt a sudden and deep sense of embarrassment that she'd been caught staring.

"There's no need for embarrassment," Holly said. "Roman has a remarkable cock and he's not the slightest bit shy about it, so he certainly doesn't mind my friend staring a little bit. In fact, I'm sure he's delighted by your attention."

"Sorry about that," Sylvia said.

Roman backed out of the bed, took a step towards Sylvia, and smiled. "It's not a problem at all, I promise." Without saying another word he headed for the master bathroom, closing the door behind him. A moment later the shower turned on.

"Troy, darling, my pussy is rather messy," Holly said. "Would you like to clean me?"

"More than anything," he replied.

Sylvia was stunned as she watched Troy stand and crawl into the bed. He laid between his wife's thighs, looked up at her, and kissed her labia before plunging his tongue inside her.

Holly reached down, ran her fingers through her husband's hair, and then grabbed a fistful and pulled him a little closer. "Don't stop until you've cleaned up every drop, cuckold," she said. "Every fucking drop. If you're a good boy for the rest of the day I'll jerk off that little cock of yours into those panties you're wearing. You can keep them on overnight and let your dick soak in all that cum just to make sure you remember your place."

It all felt so extreme to Sylvia, and yet she was captivated, just like she'd been in the department store when Holly physically and verbally punished her husband for the relatively minor offense of complaining about having to spend his day shopping with her.

"There's nothing in the world like having your husband lick another man's cum from your pussy, Sylvia," Holly said.

The look on her face made it seem as though that was true. For her, at least. She looked to be enjoying the clean up just as much as she'd enjoyed the sex, though perhaps in an entirely different manor. Sylvia understood the sense of pleasure Holly felt, though, as she'd experienced something quite similar right before coming over. Shane had fallen to his knees and given her an orgasm without question and he'd happily surrendered the right to masturbate until she was home, all of which was because she'd taken control.

"If you'd come by earlier you'd have seen Troy sucking Roman's cock," Holly added. "And doing so with a stiff erection in his panties."

Again Sylvia was struck by how extreme it all seemed. She wondered how Holly could remain married to a man who sucked cock and ate cum and wore panties. And yet, she hadn't walked out of the bedroom. She'd stayed. She'd watched. She was still watching. She was still turned on, too, so there was something about the proceedings she found irresistible.

"I got all of it," Troy said as he looked up at his wife.

"Good boy," she replied, putting a bright smile on his face. "Retrieve my robe from the closet, would you? The longer one."

Troy backed out of the bed and rushed towards the closet as Holly swung her legs over the side of the bed and plucked her bra and panties from the ground. She dressed quickly and Troy helped her into the robe, which she cinched firmly around her waist before giving her husband a soft kiss on the cheek and squeezing his ass in the panties.

"Remain dressed like that," she said. "Now go open a bottle of wine, pour two glasses, and get to work on lunch."

"Of course," he replied. "And thank you for letting me clean your pussy."

"You're welcome, my love."

Troy rushed past Holly and she watched him hurry towards the stairs before turning back to her friend, who approached with a smile on her face.

"That wasn't too much for you, was it?" she asked.

Sylvia shook her head. "It was...it was a lot. Maybe a little overwhelming. But there was something...I don't know, something compelling about it. Something...kind of irresistible."

Holly reached out, took Sylvia's hand, and squeezed it gently. "It's even more irresistible when you're the woman in the bed getting fucked by a man with certain qualities that your husband can't hope to match. It's not just that Roman has a glorious cock. It's his body. It's how he uses his cock. It's his confidence. It's his strength and power and stamina. It's a little of everything, really, and the end result is that I get to have the best sex of my life and I get to have it whenever I want."

Sylvia was surprised to feel a touch of jealousy. She wasn't really sure why she felt it, though. She and Shane had good sex. Sometimes it was great sex, and yet there was an undeniable surge of jealousy coursing through her.

"I'm going to change into something a little more appropriate for lunch," Holly said as she let go of Sylvia's hand and turned towards the closet. "Oh, and don't worry, Roman's leaving after he showers. We'll be able to enjoy our lunch just the two of us."

"Of course," Sylvia replied.

Holly changed into a dark red dress and a pair of heels, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and checked her makeup in the mirror before leading Sylvia out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and onto the deck where they'd spent time on previous visits.

The moment they sat down Troy delivered them each a glass of wine before heading back to the kitchen to finish lunch.

"I should apologize," Holly said.

"For what?"

She smiled. "I didn't lose track of time. I knew when you were coming and I knew what time it was when I lured Roman into the bed for another round."

Sylvia was more curious than confused.

"The truth is, I wanted you to see the benefits of cuckolding your husband," Holly continued. "I know you're still early in your journey and that I probably jumped the gun a little, but I figured I'd see if you had any interest at all in witnessing Troy's cuckolding and seeing for yourself just how incredible it can be to get fucked by a man like Roman."

Sylvia lifted her glass, smiled, and said, "You're unlike any woman I've ever met, Holly."

They clinked their glasses and both women laughed before sipping their wine.

"I'm not sure I could ever cuckold Shane, though. The sex is good - I'm not aching for something better - and I just don't know if that's something he'd ever be even remotely willing to consider," Sylvia said.

Holly's lips curled into a decidedly naughty smile.

"What?" Sylvia asked.

"You may not know it, but you've already thought about it," Holly said. "You just said that you don't if Shane would even consider it, which means you've thought about cuckolding him. My guess would be that you thought about it the moment you saw Roman's cock, but it might have been when you saw me cum. Maybe it was something else entirely. I just know that you thought about it."

Sylvia's first impulse was to deny it, and yet she had mentioned that Shane likely wouldn't consider it, which meant that some part of her had already done at least a little thinking on the matter. Plus, Holly was right that Sylvia had been rather taken with Roman's cock.

"What's it like?" she asked. "Being with someone that big, I mean. Is it...is it different?"

Holly nodded. "It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, Sylvia. I've had plenty of good sex in my life - even with Troy's fairly small cock - but it's entirely different with a cock like the one Roman wields, especially when it's wielded with the kind of skill he possesses. The orgasms are out of this world. Truly, it's unlike anything I've experienced."

She'd mentioned that twice - making it seem like it was true - and again Sylvia felt a touch of jealousy. Again she wasn't entirely sure why - sex with Shane was good - but the jealousy was undeniable.

"There's one thing you're not considering, Sylvia," Holly said.

"What's that?"

She smiled. "When you've trained him well, a man will do anything you ask. Once you've taken full control of your marriage, Shane will find pleasure in being cuckolded. He'll find pleasure in watching you have an amazing orgasm with another man's cock inside you. He'll find pleasure in serving you and that man if that's what you desire. He'll find pleasure in cleaning cum from your pussy or sucking another man's cock. He'll find pleasure in it because that's what you've trained him to do. That's the true benefit of following through on all the lessons in that incredible little book I gave you."

Sylvia was awash in arousal as she listened to her friend describe what struck her as a perfect fantasy. It seemed impossible that she could wield such control over Shane - and that he'd find genuine pleasure in such a deep level of submission - but merely thinking of such an outcome had left her pussy completely and utterly soaked.

"You want that level of control, don't you?" Holly asked.

Sylvia smiled, sipped her wine, and nodded. "I do."

Sylvia wasn't sure she'd use that control in the same way Holly did, but she wanted it and she was determined to get it.