Becca Bellamy
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The Path to a Female Led Marriage - Part 6
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Sometimes I think about the fact that my wife has a boyfriend and I find myself utterly awash in arousal. Once I walked by a couple holding hands as they walked down the sidewalk. She looked up at him with that sense of wonder in her eyes like she was thinking about how lucky she was to have found someone she enjoyed spending time with. I then thought of Erin looking at her boyfriend like that and found myself awash in arousal and angst.
Now, it's not the kind of arousal that gets me hard. It's different. It's more like my brain lights up, like I feel this kind of eager energy spread through me. It's the kind of arousal that would make it very easy to get hard, though. Just a bit of stroking or even a quick kiss from my wife might do it.
These feelings are significantly enhanced when I'm with Erin, especially when we're indulging in a certain kind of intimacy, like when I give her a foot rub. She's often watching TV or on her phone while I'm rubbing her feet and I just keep thinking about her and her boyfriend. About them relaxing on his couch, watching a movie or TV show, having a drink, and then eventually getting around to making out, getting each other all worked up, and then going to his bedroom to have sex. To be honest, I find myself almost equally aroused by the hanging out portion of it as I do the sex portion of it. There's something about the relationship stuff that's weirdly exciting.
Erin almost always notices my arousal. She doesn't always do something with it, but I see her look up at me every now and then and smile. If she's in the mood to have fun beyond getting a rub I'll often end up between her legs with my tongue working her in a worshipful manner, though there's typically some sort of flirty, naughty talk before that.
Just a few weeks ago we were on the couch after I'd finished a workout. I was wearing athletic shorts of the variety that make it quite obvious when you're excited and the combination of a week without an orgasm, Erin having had a date the night before, and rubbing her beautiful feet was enough to give me half an erection.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"You and your boyfriend," I replied.
Erin smiled. She always smiles when she knows I'm thinking about her and the man she's dating. "Any specifics?"
"I was thinking about how you told me that the two of you watched a movie on his couch after you'd fucked the first time," I explained. They'd gone to dinner and then back to his place for sex. He'd then invited Erin to stay a while. They'd opened a bottle of wine, cuddled up on the couch, and watched a movie before fucking the second time. "I don't really know why, but the thought of you cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend, doing that comfortable relationship thing where you're just enjoying a movie together...there's something about that...it turns me on."
"We are getting closer," she said. "It's never been just about the sex, of course. I like going on dates with him. But, if I'm being honest, it was mostly about the sex at first. I guess that's at least in part because the sex was so good."
Erin closed her eyes and I ran my fingers up her legs, bending all the way over to ensure that I caressed her inner thighs. I have no problem doing what I can to enhance her arousal as it often ends in something lovely for me, ranging from the chance to give my wife an orgasm to the rarer opportunity for us to have orgasms together.
"Now, though, it's transforming into a real relationship," she continued. "I mean, not the same as a real relationship, obviously, but as real as something in this particular situation can be."
"And you like that?"
Erin nodded. "I do. I know we've talked about this a little, but I like having a different kind of man in my life."
"Different from your submissive husband?"
"Yes, different from my submissive husband. My boyfriend's not domineering or anything, but he's take charge in bed. He has alpha vibes. I love, love, love dominating you, Dan. I really do. I also feel like I'm evolving into someone who needs a counterpoint to that from time to time."
Had my submissive desires emerged a decade ago, I don't think I would have been able to handle hearing my wife utter those previous sentences. I would have been awash in insecurity. I would have been caught up in the idea that a husband is supposed to be everything to his wife, that he's supposed to be able to meet every single one of her needs. That's not really the case, though. In fact, I'm not sure it's possible for spouses to be everything to each other. That's what friends and family are for. In our case, our marriage has evolved to the point where my wife now has a boyfriend to meet the needs that I, her submissive husband, cannot meet. Now that I'm older, I can also surrender to my desires and find genuine and damn near overwhelming arousal in the fact that my beautiful wife sees another man to meet the needs that I cannot tend to.
"I need you more, though," she added. "Just to be clear. We've discovered just how submissive you are, but I've also discovered how dominant I am, how emotionally nourishing I find it to be in charge of our marriage. To be honest, I'm frequently surprised by just how good it feels to be in charge of you, to be the one making the important decisions, and to know that you will almost always do as you're told and that if you don't I can take a belt to your ass and wipe away any frustration that might otherwise hang over our marriage."
I'm sure it will continue to evolve, but that had become the general shape of our marriage. It wasn't always easy - being a submissive in a marriage is not a never-ending party - but I was as happy as I'd ever been.
"I know I say it a lot, but I'm deeply grateful to you, Erin. More than I can properly express. I know it's a lot of work to be in charge, to make the important decisions, to sometimes think for two people instead of one, and I'm genuinely grateful."
She smiled, pulled her feet back, and moved to her knees before crawling towards me. Our lips met for a kiss with surprising depth and her hand found its way to my cock, which was already half hard and had grown to a throbbing state in no time.
"I know you're grateful, Dan," she said softly. "You show your gratitude all the time. You've gotten so much better about doing as you're told, about putting aside any desires to argue with me about a decision I've made. You've taken on almost every household chore, primarily so I have extra time to spend with my boyfriend. You've embraced the fact that I have a great deal more sex with another man than I do with you. You've embraced tending to my pussy with your tongue after I've been with him. You've embraced cleaning your messes out of me after I let you cum. There have been bumps in the road along the way, but you show your gratitude by offering your willing submission to your dominant wife."
I was spectacularly hard at that point and my arousal was intense enough that I was suddenly quite worried I'd cum in my shorts if Erin kept stroking me.
Then, she let my cock go and sat next to me. I wasn't keen on making a mess in my underwear, so I'd say I felt a touch of relief as she released my dick.
"I think it's time for you to meet my boyfriend," she said.
Yes, I hadn't met her boyfriend. I figured that was because Erin was purposefully keeping the two parts of her romantic life separate. I honestly hadn't considered that I would meet him and when she mentioned I felt spectacularly nervous.
"Really?"
She nodded. "I wasn't planning on it initially, but that's when I thought it was going to be a purely sexual thing. Now I'm starting to think that he and I might be together for quite some time and I want you to meet him."
My pulse was racing, which seemed unnecessary. Maybe not, though. I mean, I'd be meeting the man that fucked my wife better than I did. I'd be meeting the man that fucked her quite a bit more often than I did, too. There was every chance it would be a humiliating experience, even if that humiliation occurred just in my head. On the other hand, I'm clearly aroused by certain kinds of humiliation, so perhaps that wouldn't have been a bad thing.
"When?" I asked.
"This Saturday. I've invited him here, actually."
I felt a spike of anxiety so strong that a wave of nausea followed. "Here?"
Erin nodded, inched closer, and kissed my neck as her fingers entwined with mine. "It will be okay, Dan," she said softly. "I promise. He's different from you, of course, but he's a good man and he makes your wife feel things that you can't but that I deserve to feel. Don't forget that. He gives me the pleasure that I deserve, not just that I crave."
I felt my heart rate slowing as she shifted the framing of the meeting. "That's true. You do deserve it, Erin. You deserve the best of absolutely everything, including pleasure."
"And you can't pleasure me like he can. You can't make me feel some of the things he makes me feel, which is why he's my boyfriend, why I like dating him, why I like sleeping at his place from time to time."
I was hard again. The part of me that enjoyed cuckolding was in full swing, like everything else had been washed out of my brain and been replaced by pure cuckold energy.
As we sat there, Erin took off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs and gestured towards the floor. I got on my knees and she smiled and nodded at me. I leaned in and kissed her thighs, moving from one side to the other, offering gentle affection as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"Worship me," she said softly.
I kissed her labia. I plunged my tongue inside her, soaking up her juices and slowly moving my way to her clit. I looked up at my wife - my beautiful, dominant wife - and she smiled before grabbing a handful of my hair and taking a tight grip. I moaned because it always arouses me when she takes control sexually, and she was absolutely doing so in that moment.
"There's one more thing," Erin said with a smile. "He's going to spend the night in our bed."
My tongue ceased tending to her clit and I leaned back, or at least I tried to. Erin tightened her grip on my hair and pulled my mouth to her pussy, preventing me from giving voice to my concerns.
"Did I give you permission to cease worshiping me, Dan?" she asked.
I shook my head as I looked up at Erin from between her legs. I put my tongue back to work on her clit a moment later and she smiled.
"That's better. I understand your instinct to object, which is why you won't be belted for that brief bit of disobedience. You will, however, swallow any further objections. I make the important decisions in this marriage, Dan. I'm in charge. I'm always in charge, even when I want something that you don't necessarily agree with, and I want my boyfriend to spend the night in our bed. I want him to be able to come here from time to time. I want it to feel like he's a slightly bigger part of my life, which means having him in our home every now and then."
I was awash in anxiety. So much so that my tonguing of my wife's clit was robotic, at best. I couldn't focus my mind on the task at hand because all I could think about was Erin and her boyfriend having sex and sleeping in our bed. Our marital bed. The bed we shared almost every night. For some reason it felt like a bridge too far, like it was guaranteed to be insanely destructive. I did manage to swallow my objections, though, as I recognized that everything Erin said was true. She was in charge. She made the decisions. She had that power because I'd given it to her, but I had, in fact, given it to her and she was free to wield it as she liked and to punish me when I disappointed or disobeyed her.
"There's another element to it, though," Erin continued.
She guided my mouth from her pussy and leaned forward to kiss me softly. It was a tender, loving exchange that was undoubtedly meant to help calm me.
"It's time for you to experience firsthand the things my boyfriend makes me feel," she explained. "I want you to see me with him. I want to see me cuddled with him on our couch. I want you to see me kiss him. I want you to see him touch me. I want you to see me touch him. I want you to watch us arouse each other. I want you to see me take his cock in my mouth and pleasure him in much the same you pleasure my pussy. I want to watch us have sex. I want you to be the sort of cuckold that can watch his wife experience the pleasure of another man's cock inside her without losing his mind."
I was overwhelmed. I really was. It felt like too much. I'd thought about watching. I'd fantasized about it, actually, but I think I was thrown by the fact that it would be happening in our house, in our bedroom, in fact.
Erin caressed my face and rested her hand against my cheek. Her touch was soft and reassuring, but my pulse pounded and anxiety flooded my body. "You'll be okay, Dan," she said. "You have a few days to wrap your head around the idea. We can talk about it as much as you want, though you will not argue with me about it. This decision is final and necessary, even if it's going to be painful for you. I don't think it will be, though. I think you'll enjoy yourself more than you might imagine. In fact, I think you might experience an entirely new kind of pleasure when you watch me have sex with my boyfriend. You're going to see me cum in ways you've never witnessed before, Dan. You're going to see me have an orgasm unlike any you've ever given me. Given how much you like being cuckolded, that should, ultimately, be a massively arousing experience for you."
Before I could say anything I was back between her legs. This time, though, I worshiped her in a more dedicated fashion. I let my mind go blank and indulged in the taste of her pussy on my tongue, the sounds of wetness as I lapped at her clit, her moans of pleasure, and the delightfully tight grip she maintained on my hair. She came twice during that worship session and she rewarded me by welcoming my cock into her pussy for ten thrusts. I wasn't permitted to cum, of course, but I took my time with each thrust and it was a fitting reward, believe it or not.
For the next handful of days, I struggled with the notion of Erin's boyfriend spending the night in our bed. With her, of course, and with me in the guest room, of course. I struggled enough that I was surly on two occasions and it will not surprise you to learn that I was punished on both occasions. I know I've said it before, but there's something amazing about the punishments, about how the clearness of the rules and the punishment that comes when I break the rules actually ends up being massively helpful for me.
Neither punishment was extreme, thankfully, and we made it to Saturday night without a massive blow up. I was, of course, nervous as hell. I think Erin might have been, too, though she showed it a lot less than I did.
She greeted her boyfriend at the door and I heard them making out. Not just a quick kiss. No, a full-on make out session. Like, I could hear the kissing. I could hear their tongues. I could hear my wife moaning. The kind of making out that happens when your bodies just demand that you connect like that the moment you see each other. The kind of making out that happens when you fuck each other with such skill that all you can think about is the pleasure of it the moment you lay eyes on someone. I was, unsurprisingly, both jealous and angst-filled as I listened.
He walked into the living room with his arm around Erin. It remained that way for a few steps and then he broke away from her, extended his hand, and introduced himself to me. I was annoyed that he was just a little bit taller than me and both annoyed and at least somewhat jealous that he was a little bit better looking and quite a bit more developed where muscles were concerned.
His name is Travis, by the way. He has a very firm handshake. He dresses well (the way a man dresses when he's still dating a woman and trying hard to impress her every time he sees her). He's well-spoken. He's everything a woman would want in a man, apparently. And yes, in case you haven't noticed, he had my insecurity firing on all cylinders.
It was long after the usual dinner hour - and Erin and I had actually gone out to dinner that night - so we opened a bottle of wine, poured three glasses, and situated ourselves in the living room.
Erin and Travis sat on the love seat. The small couch, if you're not familiar. He had his arm around her. She sat close enough to him that their bodies might as well have been attached. She made sure to touch him a great deal, from rubbing his leg to resting a hand on his chest for a moment to kissing him on the cheek. She was, for all intents and purposes, his girlfriend and I felt like their friend visiting their home for glass of wine and a chat.
It was like that for nearly an hour. The conversation was pretty good, honestly, though it was repeatedly strange for Travis to ask questions about how Erin and I met, the places we'd been on vacation, etc, while she was curled up with him and acting like his girlfriend while I sat on the opposite couch, which might as well have been a mile from my wife.
Then I left the room with the empty wine glasses. I did so at Erin's gentle suggestion. I gave them a quick wash in the sink and when I returned, my wife and her boyfriend were making out.
He had a hand on her leg and his fingers were slowly moving under her skirt. They were using a wealth of tongue, but of course they were. Her hand moved all over his body, though I held my breath when she found his cock and caressed it for just a few moments through his slacks.
I felt awkward at first, like I wasn't sure if I was supposed to leave them. Then, between kisses, Erin looked at me and then looked at the couch I'd been sitting on before flashing a quick smile. I took my seat and watched as Travis deftly loosened the top button of her dress and reached inside to play with my wife's tits while she sucked on his tongue. That's when I got hard.
I have to admit, I didn't feel the angst I expected. I was just turned on. I mean, massively turned on. It was so fucking hot to watch Erin express her desire for this man she'd been dating. This man she'd been having quite a lot of sex with.
His hand left the top of her dress and got a little bolder down below as it moved all the way up her thigh, prompting Erin to shift her body a little, spread her legs, and invite him to play with her pussy if he desired. It seemed that Travis very much wanted to play with her pussy, because I could hear his fingers enter her not long after. She was wet enough for it to be rather loud when he fingered her, though her moan would have given it away, too.
As she moaned, Erin worked the straps of her dress from her shoulders and freed her right breast from her bra. Travis took the hint and his lips were soon wrapped around her nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and looked right at me before moaning.
"Travis, baby, that feels so good," she said while holding my gaze. "I'm so wet for you. My pussy is so fucking wet for you."
His fingers were moving in and out of her at a remarkably rapid pace - I'd never fingered her like that - but by all accounts, Erin loved it. Her legs were literally trembling. I thought he might make her cum right there on the couch. He didn't, though. He pulled his fingers free. They kissed. Then his fingers ended up in her mouth. She sucked them while unzipping his pants, while freeing his cock, while stroking it.
Erin kissed him deeply for a few seconds and said, "I'm going to suck your cock while my husband watches."
It was the first mention of me since I'd come back in the room and Travis glanced my way. I wasn't looking at him, though. My eyes were fixed on Erin as she got on her knees next to Travis, pulled her dress up until her ass was exposed, and then lowered her head to his lap.
He moaned as she took his cock in her mouth. He ran his hand down her back and grabbed her ass, too, but I barely saw that. Instead, I saw her soft, perfect lips move a few inches down his shaft. I saw her pull back and then lick and suck on the head. I saw her kiss it a few times. I saw my wife take another man's cock into her mouth again and move down even further. I saw her give a beautiful, passionate blowjob. I wondered how many times she'd sucked his cock like that. I wondered what it would look like to see her make him cum in her mouth. I marveled at how beautiful it was to see my wife blow another man, to see her give him pleasure like that, to see her prepare him for the sex that I knew would follow.
Travis fingered her while she sucked his cock. He grabbed her ass. He smacked it a few times, too, and she moaned when he did. I never smacked her ass. I think I used to, but at some point I just stopped. She seemed to like it when he did it, though, and I'm pretty sure he loved doing it, or maybe he just loved doing it to another man's wife while that man watched.
Eventually Erin's head popped up and she looked and Travis and smiled. "I want you to fuck me in the bed I share with my husband," she said.
He kissed her. She stroked his spit-soaked cock. He fingered her pussy. All while their tongues entwined. To me, Travis seemed wildly aroused at the idea of getting to fuck Erin in the bed she shared with her husband, but I could understand that. He knew he was dating a married woman. He knew she was cuckolding me. There must have been some part of him that enjoyed that particular part of their relationship.
Eventually they got up and headed for the bedroom. Erin beckoned me to follow and I did. I saw her take her dress off halfway there. I saw Travis grab her ass and give it a hard squeeze.
They stopped in the doorway and kissed, her half naked body pressed against his. They both turned and looked at the bed before smiling at each other.
"My husband has been the only man in that bed since we moved into this house. You've earned the right to occupy it, though, because you fuck me better than he does," she said.
My knees wobbled from the sheer power of the arousal and angst that washed through me. Travis picked Erin up, walked into the room, and set her in the bed. He undressed as she peeled off her panties and removed her bra. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore it open, and rolled it down his cock as he took off his underwear.
Erin laid back and Travis crawled on top of her. They kissed. He licked and sucked on her tits. He rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips. She moaned. She stroked him. They seemed to be getting each other even more worked up.
I'd been in the doorway for most of it, but when Travis entered my wife I walked to the foot of the bed. I fell to my knees. I had a perfect view of his cock slowly filling her. I held my breath as I watched. It felt like I was frozen as I witnessed my cuckolding. In my mind, it might as well have been the first time they'd fucked. I completely forgot that they'd had a great deal of sex up to that point. Everything shrunk down to what was happening right then and there in that room. Another man was entering my wife. Her pussy was soaking wet for him. She was moaning for him. Her hands grasped at his back and ass, urging him to slide deeper into her.
Travis paused when he bottomed out inside her. I heard them kissing. I heard my wife say, "Fuck me, Travis. Fuck me while he watches. Fuck his wife while he watches."
Travis fucked my wife. At first his thrusts were slow. I surmised that she needed that. His cock was thicker than mine, after all, and likely thick enough that her pussy needed time to get used to his size.
He sped up, though. He fucked my wife hard and fast. I witnessed sex in a fashion I'd never witnessed it before. I stared at her pussy as it accepted another man's dick over and over, as her body opened for him and welcomed him deep inside her. I absentmindedly rubbed my dick a few times, but for the most part I simply concentrated on the fact that I was being cuckolded in my own bedroom and it was an enrapturing experience.
Eventually I moved to the side of the bed. I wanted to see Erin's face. I didn't get too close because I didn't want to be a distraction, but it was a remarkable thing to witness my wife's pleasure in that way.
She was focused on Travis. She smiled at him. She kissed him. She moaned for him. She moaned his name, too. She ran her hands over his arms, his back, even his chest a few times. She pulled him close for kisses and then smiled and raised her hands above her head when he straightened his arms, lifted himself, and found better leverage to fuck her even harder. Her breasts bounced and eventually she arched her back, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and had the most beautiful orgasm I'd ever seen her have. At first she was silent, the way a woman sometimes is when that first burst of pleasure is utterly overwhelming. Then she got loud, letting out a long series of beautiful moans, each one louder than the last for a handful of seconds before they began to taper off.
Amazingly, I hadn't noticed that Travis was cumming until Erin's orgasm slowed. Then I saw that he'd stopped thrusting. That he was grunting and groaning in the way a man does.
I think it was Erin's smile - as she witnessed her boyfriend's orgasm - that unmoored me a little. The rest of the experience had been really hot, but there was something in that smile that triggered a huge wave of angst. It wasn't love. It wasn't close to that. But it was a deep sense of joy. The kind of joy a woman feels when she gives an orgasm to a man that she really, really wants to make feel good. That joy comes from the feeling that giving him that kind of orgasm is a really good way to ensure that he'll want her again, that he'll see her again, that he'll give her his cock again, that he'll make her cum again. The smile was primal. She didn't force it. It happened because she felt overwhelming joy at having made her boyfriend cum.
I was still hard, of course, but it sent my mind reeling. The deep post-orgasmic kiss that followed was pretty angst-inspiring, too, as was the way Erin wrapped her arms and legs around Travis to hold him close so they could both bask in the fact that they'd fucked each other to world class, life affirming orgasms.
Eventually, he rolled off of her and Erin looked at me.
"Why don't you wait in the guest room for me. I'll be a few minutes."
I nodded, stood, and left my bedroom so my wife and her boyfriend could cuddle. I went to the guest bedroom and crawled into the bed. I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling as my mind raced with thoughts of what I'd just witnessed.
I'm not sure how long it was before Erin came in. She was naked, though, and she shut the door behind her. She came towards the bed and urged me to slide down so there was no pillow beneath my head. Then she laid on top of me and our tongues entwined. I ran my hands down her back, noted the thin sheen of sweat I found, and gently grabbed two handfuls of her ass.
"I'd like to feel your tongue inside me," she whispered. "Would you be willing to do that?"
It was a tradition at that point, though I'd never done it so soon after she'd had sex. "Yes," I said.
Erin sat up and crawled forward. The next thing I knew she was sitting on my face. We hadn't done much of that. I wondered if she wanted to take some of the control away from me, to make sure that I wouldn't hold back just because her boyfriend's cock had been inside her so recently.
"Put your tongue in my pussy," she said. "Taste me. Taste the sex I just had with my boyfriend. Taste it, baby."
My tongue was already inside her. She tasted different. There was a hint of latex from the condom. There was also, for lack of a better word, a stronger taste of sex, or maybe it was just that the smell was stronger because it was so fresh. It didn't matter, though. I could taste it and I was thoroughly aroused.
Erin rode my face long enough to have an orgasm, though of course it wasn't anywhere near as strong as the one Travis had given her. I wished it had been, but I also knew that was damn near impossible.
She climbed off my face after that and cuddled with me. She cupped my cock and said, "I'll let you cum tomorrow."
I wanted to argue that I deserved an orgasm. I kept my mouth shut, though. I only deserved what Erin chose to give me.
"Travis and I are going to have sex again tonight, but you won't be invited to watch that. I'd like some time alone with him in our bed."
It was so simple and straightforward, but it was agonizing. They were going to spend the whole night together, though, so it wasn't as if she was breaking my heart by fucking him without my presence. "Of course," I said.
She kissed me on the cheek, got out of bed, and headed for the door. "I love you, Dan," she said. "More than anything."
I smiled. "I love you too, Erin. Enjoy your might with your boyfriend."
Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. "I will."
She left, shutting the door behind her. I waited to hear the sound of our bedroom door being shut. Then I got up and headed for the kitchen. I cracked open a beer and sat on the living room couch. I kept the TV off, though, and waited for the faint sounds of sex to start emanating from the bedroom.
They did. It was quiet with the door shut, but I could hear them. I closed my eyes, sipped my beer, and pictured another man satisfying my wife in our marital bed. I was angsty as hell, but in truth, it was insanely fucking hot and my dick was hard the entire time without me touching it once.
They fucked again the next morning. We all had breakfast together. She saw Travis off with a kiss. Then she took me to the bedroom and let me fuck her. I came inside her. I cleaned my mess out of her. We cuddled and talked for an hour afterwards.
It was not the smoothest or best night of my life, but witnessing my cuckolding was the hottest thing I've ever done and the orgasm I had inside my wife the morning after was the best of my life.
Thankfully, I'll bet there are many more just like it in my future.
