Becca Bellamy
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She Feeds - Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-11-04 05:18:40 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Mina's hold over Tom and Lucy has deepened, though they can't explain the sudden changes in their approach to sexual desire. They simply know that they've changed, that they're both overwhelmingly interested in the pursuit of pleasure and in Lucy's pleasure in particular. The result of that is a lovely interplay between them when she arrives home from her evening tryst with Tom's ex-boss, Ben.
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The sun was well on its way to the horizon as Tom stepped back and admired the massive sculpture - of a sort - he'd just erected on the lawn on the McKinley estate. It rose fifteen feet into the air and struck Tom as a mixture of a skeleton and scarecrow with long fingers, bony arms, and a frightening grin on its face. It was motion-activated, too, so when someone walked by it would light up, let out a shriek, and move its arms. Tom had surrounded the creature with hay bales upon which he'd placed intricately carved pumpkins, each of which would have a candle flickering in it on Halloween.
Amazingly, he wasn't nearly finished with the decorations, for the lawn would hold several more sizable creatures and there were dozens more hay bales to be placed, more pumpkins to set upon them, and a whole host of realistic-looking headstones to be placed in the grass in the hope of creating a creepy graveyard that would be made even creepier on Halloween with the aid of multiple smoke machines.
Tom was nearly finished for the day, though. He needed only to plug in the creature he'd set up and ensure that the lights and motion worked as intended. As he strolled towards the house to activate the creature, Mina stepped out of the front door.
She looked beautiful, as always, though on this particular evening she struck Tom as especially radiant.
"I fear a week won't be long enough to put up all my decorations," she noted while surveying the lawn and the house. "I'd like you to work this weekend, Tom. I'll pay double your rate for the inconvenience."
He nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate that. I'll be happy to work this weekend, and to be honest, you don't have to double my rates. I signed up for a job and I intend to finish it."
"I'll pay double your rate over the weekend. It's only right. I'm sure you had plans with your dearest Lucy."
Tom thought of his wife, who'd just an hour ago confirmed that she intended on meeting Ben - her lover and Tom's ex-boss - for an evening of torrid sex. What had been an affair had become a source of pleasure for Tom and he'd happily affirmed that he still wanted Lucy to couple with her boss.
"Well, we were going to spend the weekend together, but we hadn't made any solid plans so I won't have to cancel anything."
Mina reached out and for a moment her fingers rested against Tom's forearm. His body relaxed as she touched him and he felt a surprising sense of warmth between his legs. An image of Lucy naked and on her hands and knees in Ben's bed popped into Tom's head. The warmth between his legs shifted to desire and blood surged to his loins.
Mina stepped closer and Tom felt her breath on his neck before she whispered, "It's very good that you're supportive of your wife's pursuit of pleasure, Tom. So many husbands fail to offer that kind of support. I've seen it too many times. These men don't realize just how important it is to put their wife's needs first. They don't realize just how pleasurable it can be to give her the freedom to pursue her satisfaction by any means necessary."
Her lips were soft as they kissed his neck and Tom's eyes closed. The imagery that had flashed through his mind now played like a movie. Ben's hands were on Lucy's hips as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. Tom could hear the sound of his ex-boss's cock sliding in and out of Lucy's pussy. He could hear her moans. It was like he was in the room and the arousal that followed left him with a painfully throbbing erection.
"What will you do while she's with him?" Mina asked.
Tom wondered how Mina could possibly know that his wife would be having sex with another man that night, but the question seemed unimportant and it drifted away as she caressed his arm and kissed his neck softly.
"I'll go home. I'll wait for her to come back to me," he replied in a dreamlike voice.
"That's good, Tom. And if I were to invite your wife to have lunch with me tomorrow, would you object?"
He shook his head. "No, of course not."
Mina's hand caressed the bulge in his pants. "And if I were to offer your wife a chance to experience the most intense pleasure of her life, would you object, Tom?"
"I...I don't think so. What...what kind of pleasure?"
"Mmm, the kind that only I can provide. The kind that feels far better than a simple orgasm. The kind that will take her to another plane of existence, that will show her a whole new world of satisfaction."
An image of a redheaded woman writhing in a bed popped into Tom's mind. He saw a man on top of her. He saw that man's cock inside her. He saw that man lean down to kiss her neck. He saw - and heard - the redhead unleash a series of wild, animalistic moans as she seemed to climax in a manner Tom had never witnessed before, though something about the imagery in his head felt deeply familiar.
"Your dearest Lucy deserves to feel that kind of pleasure, doesn't she, Tom? She deserves to feel what that beautiful young woman in your mind felt, doesn't she?"
Tom nodded and felt a powerful desire to help his wife experience that pleasure, for he felt certain that it's precisely what Lucy wanted. "Yes, she deserves that. She does."
"I can give her that, Tom, and I will offer it to her after lunch tomorrow."
Mina stepped away and Tom's mind felt foggy. The sun had set fully and he shook his head as if doing so would help him remember what had transpired over the last handful of minutes that seemed to have disappeared.
"Good work today, Tom. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Mina stepped into the breathtaking gothic mansion and Tom turned on the power to the creature he'd set up. It came to life and he rushed over to check the motion sensors. They worked like a charm and he chuckled at the idea of trick-or-treaters getting a fright as they strolled up the driveway in search of candy from the most beautiful house in town.
Tom then turned off the power, gathered his things, and headed home with thoughts of his wife - and her pleasure - dominating his mind.
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Tom had two cocktails waiting - at Lucy's request - when she returned from her evening with Ben.
He greeted her at the door and was surprised to see her in a black overcoat and a pair of heels. She stepped inside, spun away from him, loosened the strap that kept her coat shut, and looked over her shoulder to silently indicate that Tom should be a gentleman and take the coat.
He did so and was delighted to find his wife dressed a form fitting black lace bodysuit with garters attached to a pair of seamed stockings. He hung her coat and when he returned from the closet she was already in the living room sipping her cocktail.
"I like this version of you," he said.
"What version is that?"
"Confident. Beautiful. Satisfied. Eager to please, perhaps."
Lucy sipped her cocktail. "Oh, I'm very eager to please."
Her tone sent a shiver of pleasure through Tom's body as he joined his wife on the couch and clinked his cocktail glass against hers. "And who is it you're eager to please?"
Lucy smiled, leaned in, and kissed him softly on the neck. Her lips were cold from the drink and it made the kiss all the more erotic. "Why don't you guess, my love."
He expected Lucy would lean back, but instead she continued kissing his neck, doing so in a spectacularly sexy manner as she alternated between using her tongue and lips. She sucked on his neck a little, too, and Tom felt a foggy memory trying to break free from the recesses of his mind. It never did, but a wealth of pleasure came with that foggy memory.
"It's Ben," Tom said. "He's the one you're eager to please."
"And why would that be, my love?"
Tom couldn't believe how hard his cock was. "Because he pleases you and he does it like almost no one ever has."
Lucy moaned softly. "I came so hard tonight. I came so hard and so many times that I lost count."
"That's so hot to me, Lucy."
"Mmm, I know it is, and I love that you feel that way, Tom."
Her lips continued their journey over his neck and Tom found himself falling deeper into his arousal.
"Tell me, my love," she whispered, "do you think my eagerness to please should extend to you?"
"No."
Lucy moaned. "And why is that?"
"Because it should be the other way around. I should be eager to please you. I should do what I can to make sure that you feel the kind of pleasure you want to feel, the kind of pleasure that I can't...that I can't make you feel."
"I was thinking the same thing."
Tom turned his head and Lucy kissed him. She tasted of alcohol and when she moaned into his mouth he happily did the same for his arousal had reached a fever pitch.
"How did you and Ben...how did it happen? How did it start?" he asked.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
Tom considered the potential pain of exploring his wife's infidelity, but it wasn't a masochistic desire that drove him to ask the question. It was something far more erotic, and while he didn't entirely understand it, Tom had suddenly developed an affection for his wife experiencing sexual satisfaction with other people.
"Yes, I want to know."
"It started at the company Christmas party last year. We didn't sneak away or anything, but we spent a fair amount of time talking and flirting and a few days later I got a text from him asking if he could take me to lunch. I knew what he wanted, what that lunch would lead to, but I said yes. I put on a pretty dress and a great pair of heels and I wore my best bra and panty set. We went to lunch and then we went back to his place and I let him have me for the first time. Well, actually, I let him have me twice that afternoon, mostly because the first time was so good."
Lucy closed her eyes and a hand drifted between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through the lace of her bodysuit and Tom watched as he fully absorbed the notion that his wife had been fucking his boss - now ex-boss - for nearly ten months.
"When he was inside me that day, I kept thinking that I hadn't been fucked like that in years and that maybe I'd never been fucked like that. I thought maybe it was just because it was the first time, but he kept fucking me like that. It felt that good every time I was with him. There's just something about him, Tom. I don't know what it is. He just knows how to make me cum like no man has ever made me cum."
Tom set his drink on the coffee table and shifted his body to lie between his wife's legs. He kissed her thighs as she rubbed herself through her bodysuit and when Lucy pulled her fingers away Tom's mouth took their place.
"He came in me tonight," she said. "Three times."
Tom didn't care that he was going to taste his ex-boss's cum if he licked his wife's pussy. He didn't care at all. He wanted to please her. He wanted to tend to her desires. He wanted to show her that he was interested in giving her pleasure, in facilitating her pleasure, that he wasn't driven entirely by his own need for sexual satisfaction.
"Mmm, Tom, my love, that feels so good."
He pressed his tongue against her lace-clad pussy and licked with strength, stimulating her clit through the thin material and eliciting a moan.
"How often did you see him when it first started?" he asked.
She leaned back and Tom noted how beautiful her breasts looked in the bodysuit.
"Two or three times a week. Sometimes more. There were weeks where I was out of my mind with desire for him, where I would text him constantly asking to see him, where I would come pretty close to begging him to fuck me, to make me cum like only he could make me cum."
"Like your husband couldn't make you cum?"
Lucy moaned loudly. "That's exactly right, my love. I begged him to fuck me because he made me cum in ways you can't." She grabbed a handful of Tom's hair. "You could never satisfy me the way he does, Tom. Never."
Then, to Tom's surprise, his wife climaxed as he licked her through the bodysuit. She seemed to climax rather hard, too, and he delighted in his ability to pleasure her in that very particular way.
Lucy gently pushed him from between her legs as she came down from her orgasm and Tom sat up, grabbed his drink, and settled onto the other end of the couch as he studied his wife in her post-orgasmic state.
"Does it bother you that I'm turned on by you fucking another man?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and smiled. "It was unexpected, to be certain. There were times when I felt awful for fucking Ben, but the...well, the allure of orgasms like that always brought me back to him."
Lucy sipped her drink and considered him from the other end of the couch. Tom felt a little self-conscious as she stared in silence for quite some time, but he held her gaze.
"Perhaps this isn't fair, but I do see you differently now. I think I like this version of you even better than the one that was perhaps pretending to be a man like Ben. I don't think you're a man like Ben. I think you're meant to follow a man like Ben, to work under him, to earn your salary essentially doing his bidding. You're not the kind of man that could usurp him, that could push him out of his job due to sheer excellence. You are, though, my husband and I love you dearly, even if you can't quite provide me with everything I need."
Tom finished his drink, set the glass down, and removed his wife's heels so he could rub her feet. She closed her eyes and moaned as he seemingly offered yet another version of a very particular kind of pleasure.
"You're the kind of man who should give his wife a foot rub every night," she said. "Ben is the kind of man who could rightfully expect to get his cock sucked by his wife - should he ever marry - every night and who might never rub her feet. Why would he when he could simply pay for her to get a massage from a professional if she so desired it."
"Do you ever suck his cock?"
Lucy smiled at him. "Of course I do. I swallow his cum, too."
Tom's body vibrated with arousal, in part due to what his wife said, in part due to his imagination running wild, and in part to the way she looked at him after having said it. It was like she was challenging him, like she wanted him to argue that she shouldn't be showing her affection for Ben in that way. Tom wasn't about to argue that, though, for Lucy was almost certainly right that a man like Ben expected to get his cock sucked by the woman he was with.
"I like sucking his cock, you know," she said. "There's something about giving head to a man like him that feels really fucking good. Blowjobs are funny that way. With some men it can feel like a chore and with other men - men like Ben - it can feel like a pleasure. In his case, it makes me feel sexy and powerful to have him in my mouth, to pleasure him, to bring him to edge of an orgasm before backing off, to drive him wild, to make him tremble with pleasure before I take his load in my mouth and swallow every drop of it like a good girl."
"Jesus Christ, Lucy. You're so fucking hot."
She laughed and downed the rest of her drink. She set the glass on the coffee table.
"Would you like another?" Tom asked.
"No, thank you, my love."
Tom continued to rub her feet as Lucy stared at him. "What?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm trying to decide if I should let you fuck me or not," she said. "I assume you want to enjoy my pussy."
"I do. Very much so."
"It's funny...just a few days ago I told you that we could spend all weekend holding each other and making love. Now, for reasons I don't fully understand, I feel like that wouldn't happen even if you weren't working. I feel like you'd spend the weekend rubbing my feet, sucking my toes, massaging my legs and body, cleaning our house, and tending to me after I've given myself to Ben for as long as he desires me."
Lucy looked confused for a few moments.
"I wouldn't have thought I'd want that, if I'm being honest, but I find myself eager to pursue my pleasure and it strikes me that you'd actually find it even more arousing to be made to support me in that quest."
"I would."
Lucy leaned back and closed her eyes as Tom rubbed her feet and legs through the stockings. He did so delicately to avoid causing a run in the nylon, but even his delicate touch seemed to thrill her.
"And what of my attraction to Mina?" Lucy asked.
"What?"
She opened her eyes. "I'm attracted to her, Tom. I find her endlessly alluring and I'm fairly certain that she's attracted to me. Sometimes I can hear her voice in my head, whispering into my ear about...well, I can't quite remember what now, but I always feel such intense desire after I’ve had those…I don’t know, daydreams of her whispering to me."
Fragments of memories danced through Tom's head. He saw a redhead. He saw Mina. He saw his wife. He saw Mina kissing Lucy's neck. He saw a man in bed with the redhead. The full memories seemed to be in his head, and yet he couldn't pull them together into something that made sense, like that part of his brain had been scrambled.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Tom asked.
"No, and yet I find myself thinking of Mina with remarkable frequency. I've dreamt of her most nights since we met. It's remarkable."
"It is. You should do what pleases you, though. That's what I want for you, Lucy. Truly."
"I'd like to cum again, Tom," she said. "I'd like you to use your tongue."
He shifted between her legs. She pulled aside the lace that covered her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her and tasted a purer version of his ex-boss's cum.
Tom closed his eyes and visions of Mina and Lucy filled his head. It was clearer. There was a redhead bound to the bed. There was a man inside her. He was kissing her neck. She was moaning wildly. Lucy was watching with Mina kissing her neck. Lucy was cumming in a manner Tom was certain she'd never cum before. Mina was whispering to Lucy about making her feel the things the woman in the bed was feeling.
Lucy came and more of Ben's cum dripped out of her. Tom consumed it and the imagery in his mind faded into blurriness, leaving only an intriguing kind of arousal in its wake.
"Thank you, my love," Lucy said.
"It was my pleasure."
She sat up on her elbows and smiled. "I'd like to shower and I'd like you to shower with me. I'm going to tease you, but I've decided I'm not going to let you cum and I don't want you masturbating, either."
"Of course. As you wish."
That seemed to please her and Tom was rewarded with a long, slow kiss before they headed for the shower, where he would clean her, go down on her once more, and be teased with a great deal of cock stroking and dirty talk. Images of Mina and Lucy appeared randomly in his head, leaving him hoping that his wife's lunch with his new - albeit temporary - boss would lead to a further exploration of Lucy's burgeoning sexual desires.
