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Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 11
🕑 Added 2024-08-10 06:40:16 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Sylvia smiled at the milk foam heart the barista had crafted on her latte. It seemed to have been done with great care and when she looked up he was smiling so sweetly at her.
"Thank you," she said. "It's beautiful."
"It was my pleasure," he replied before pausing for a moment and adding, "You're beautiful."
Sylvia rewarded him with a smile and then turned and headed towards the table Holly had secured for them.
"The barista told me I'm beautiful," she said with a giddy smile.
Holly turned towards the young man working the espresso machine and she too smiled. "He can tell that you're available," she said. "Now that you've opened yourself to the joy of cuckolding your husband, you're giving off an air of availability. Men can sense it. It's like sharks when there's blood in the water. It's really kind of incredible."
Sylvia was going to disagree with the idea that she was somehow putting out an air of availability, but it dawned on her that she'd been flirted with a handful of times in the past few weeks, which was a great deal more often than she'd been flirted with prior to her decision to cuckold Shane.
"You know, I hadn't actually thought about it until right now, but you're right," she said while admiring the lovely latte art.
"It's one of the best reasons to cuckold your husband. I mean, the sex is the best reason, but there's something truly pleasurable about having gorgeous men of all ages flirt with you on a daily basis. It makes you feel young and beautiful. It makes you feel like the world is your oyster."
Sylvia glanced towards the barista and he happened to be looking at her. She flashed him a smile and he looked like the happiest guy in the world after she'd done so.
"Unlike most married women, there's nothing stopping you from getting that young man's number. There's nothing stopping you from going up there, whispering to him that you'd like to fuck him, and dragging him out to your car for a parking lot quickie," Holly said as she stirred her matcha drink. "Not that you're the sort of woman that would fuck a stranger, but it feels kind of good to think about being able to do that, doesn't it?"
Sylvia nodded. It did feel good. She was picturing doing that very thing - fucking the barista in her car - and the stirring of desire between her legs was proof that it felt really good to think about it.
"Have you ever done that sort of thing?" she asked her friend. "Meet some guy and then drag him to your car or a bathroom or whatever to go at it?"
Holly smiled, sipped her remarkably green drink while holding Sylvia's gaze, and said, "I have. A few times, actually. I have a thing for the burly blue collar types. There's just something about having a pair of hands like that on my body that thrills me, and at least in my experience they tend to fuck with greater energy, urgency, and power, and I really like that. Sometimes the desire gets the best of me and I seduce a guy right then and there."
"Is it good?"
She nodded. "I always feel sexy and confident afterwards and I always cum hard. Really, really fucking hard. Plus, then I get to go home and tell Troy all about the naughty fun I had with someone bigger and burlier than him. I usually make him worship my pussy, too, so I end up having two incredible orgasms, one with a gorgeous cock inside me and one with my submissive husband's tongue working my throbbing clit while I tell him that another man fucked me so much better than he does."
Sylvia sipped her latte, gently ruining the beautiful art the barista had created. It was still mostly heart-shaped though, and she couldn't help but smile every time she looked down at it. She wasn't going to fuck him, but she was going to feel awfully good for the rest of the day because he'd showed an interest in her and because she could have fucked him if she wanted to.
"So, this weekend is the big day, right?" Holly asked.
Sylvia nodded. "Saturday night."
"Are you excited?"
"More than I thought I would be, honestly. We were supposed to do it last weekend but then he had to cover for someone and work an overnight shift, so I'm actually a little bit desperate for it."
"I can imagine. I promise, there's nothing like the first time you cuckold your husband, and you found a good one in Levi. If he fucks anything like his friend you're going to be in for a night of the finest sex of your life," Holly said.
"I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed going down on him."
Holly smiled. "There's something about sucking the cock of a man like that...it's just such a turn on, isn't it?"
Sylvia felt her pussy tingle as she nodded. The young man working the espresso machine wasn't the sort of blue collar alpha type that Levi was, but Sylvia found herself considering what it would be like to drag the barista to her car to suck his cock. She was surprised to find that the idea of making his day - or week or even his month - by giving him a blowjob was thrilling.
"Would I be a complete whore if I gave the barista a blowjob?" she asked. Merely voicing the idea was enough to make Sylvia's pussy tingle a little more, leaving her wet.
"Yes, but that's the joy of being in charge in your marriage and cuckolding your husband. If you want to be a whore, you can be a whore. If you want to suck that young man's cock then do it. I can't imagine it would take him long to cum, and I'm sure he'd be willing to return the favor and eat your pussy if you wanted it."
Sylvia turned and looked towards the barista. Once again he was looking at her and this time she smiled and waved. Then she beckoned him to come over. He looked utterly stunned so she beckoned him again.
"Are you going to do it?" Holly asked.
"Yes, I am. Will you wait for me?"
Holly smiled. "Of course. Like I said, I'm sure it won't take long."
Sylvia's pussy was soaked, a fact that astounded her. She was about to do something she'd literally never done in her life - give a blowjob to a man she'd just met - and that seemed to be driving the excitement.
She'd have him eat her pussy, too, and when she got home she'd tell Shane all about it while he gave her a foot massage. Then she'd have him make dinner for the both of them and when they were done she'd reward him by letting him eat her pussy, making him the second man to do so that day.
It was good to be in control.
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"Hey, how's Holly?" Shane asked when Sylvia got home.
She thought of the barista moaning in the backseat of her car as she sucked his cock. She thought of how surprisingly large it had been, of how she'd very nearly asked him to fuck her, how she might have done so if she had a condom.
"She's great," Sylvia answered before giving her husband a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
He was caught off guard by the lust that fueled her act of affection and he studied her face for a few moments before Sylvia took his hand and led him towards the living room.
"I'd like a foot massage," she said.
Sylvia sat on the couch and Shane sat opposite her, took off her heels, and placed a throw pillow on his lap to rest her feet on while he rubbed her.
"That feels exquisite, Shane."
Sylvia closed her eyes and again she pictured Ethan, the barista. He'd been utterly stunned when she'd asked him if he'd like to go to her car so she could suck his cock. He'd accepted, though, and asked his boss for a break. Sylvia left and he followed and she ushered him into the backseat and started kissing him right away.
He proved a far better kisser than she'd expected and he deftly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hand into her bra, eliciting a moan when he worked her nipples with surprising skill.
"I gave a blowjob today," she said.
Shane's eyes went wide and he momentarily stopped rubbing her feet, though he resumed as quickly as he'd stopped. "Levi?"
She shook her head.
"Who...who did you...who did you give a blowjob to?"
"A young man named Ethan. He works at the coffee place where I met Holly. He flirted with me a little. It made me feel good. I wasn't going to do anything, but the more I thought about it, the hotter it sounded to take advantage of my freedom and offer that young man a blowjob in the backseat of my car."
Sylvia could see Shane grappling with his feelings and she was pleased to find that his face betrayed at least a touch of arousal alongside what looked like more than a little angst.
"Does it bother you that I acted like a little bit of a slut today, Shane?"
He shook his head.
"Are you sure? Because I wouldn't blame you if it did. Most married men wouldn't be okay with their wives sucking cock for strangers."
Sylvia saw the arousal. She wasn't sure what in particular had caused it, though she suspected it was the implication that Shane wasn't remotely like most married men, that he existed in a marriage where he didn't have a say in how his wife ran things.
"Did it...did it turn you on?" he asked.
"It did," Sylvia replied. "I got turned on just thinking about it. I got turned on seeing the look on his face when I told him I wanted to suck his cock. I got turned on taking him to the car. I got turned on kissing him in the backseat. I got turned on when he played with my tits while I sucked on his tongue and stroked his cock through his pants. I got really, really turned on when I took his dick out and stroked him, when he moaned into my mouth, when he expertly played with my nipples while telling me how beautiful I was."
Sylvia moved one foot under the pillow in her husband's lap and massaged his cock through his jeans. She was pleased to find that Shane was already almost fully erect, that her relentless training of her husband had gotten him to a place where his cuckolding actually turned him on.
"I liked being...well, slutty, I guess. I liked taking full advantage of my freedom, Shane. I liked thinking that it would be fun to give Ethan a blowjob and then actually doing it. I liked taking advantage of the fact that I'm in complete control of our marriage, that I get to do as I please and that it's your duty to accept that fact and act accordingly."
Shane moaned, though probably because Sylvia was busy working his cock with her foot. That was her intention, though. She wanted her words to sink in while he was in a fog of arousal.
"He had a beautiful cock, by the way," she said. "Long and just the right thickness. I might have fucked him if I'd had a condom with me. Perhaps I should start driving around with a few in my purse or the glove box."
"I can buy a box for you," Shane replied.
Sylvia was tempted to crawl across the couch and kiss him for being such a good submissive. Instead she smiled and worked his cock a little more. "I'd like that. Please do that tomorrow. I don't imagine I'll use many of them, but I want to have the option."
As Shane rubbed her feet, Sylvia closed her eyes and imagined having sex with Ethan. She saw herself rolling the condom down his cock, pulling up her skirt, and sitting in his lap. She felt his lips against her as his cock entered her. She heard him moaning as she bounced on his dick. She felt him playing with her tits and grabbing her ass and telling her how good her pussy felt. It would have been fun, though she wouldn't have done it even if she'd had condoms. Levi was going to be the first man to cuckold her husband. He just wasn't going to be the last.
"I gave Ethan a great blowjob," she said. "I made sure of that. I sucked hard. I used my tongue. I got his cock nice and wet so I could use my hand, too. He moaned so loudly, baby. He filled my car with moans as I made love to his cock with my mouth. I got his pants down, too, and I sucked on his balls a little bit while stroking him. He liked that. He told me it felt so fucking good. He told me it looked so fucking hot to see me sucking his balls."
Sylvia remembered feeling especially slutty in that moment and she'd thoroughly enjoyed that. She'd looked up, too, and the look on Ethan's face made her feel like there was a very good chance he was in the midst of the best blowjob of his life, which would have made him the second man to experience that with Sylvia.
"When he came...he was so loud. It was amazing. His cock head swelled up in my mouth and his whole body shook as he blew his load. It was big, too, and really thick. He's young so it was probably only a few days since his last orgasm, but I liked that there was so much cum. Something about that made it feel just a little bit naughtier, knowing that I was swallowing such a big load from that gorgeous young man."
Shane stared at her with lust in his eyes, though that didn't distract him from the task at hand as he kept on giving her a beautiful foot massage.
"After I swallowed, I told him I wanted to cum," she said.
Sylvia pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. She took her panties off and Shane stared between her legs.
"I sat against the door and spread my legs. I took my panties off. I told Ethan to eat my pussy."
Sylvia remembered how surprised and excited Ethan had looked as she'd uttered those words. She wondered if he'd ever heard a woman utter that particular phrase or if he perhaps had a bit of a submissive streak himself and was thrilled to be ordered to tend to her desires.
"Did he?"
She nodded and the jealousy on Shane's face was obvious. It seemingly propelled him to try and move forward so he could eat her pussy, but Sylvia pressed her feet against his chest.
"Not yet," she said. "Not until after dinner, and only if you prepare the food to my liking."
Disappointment washed over his face as he sat back. He resumed rubbing her feet, though.
"He crawled between my legs and I ran my fingers through his hair. He ate my pussy with great skill. He fingered me a little while licking and sucking on my clit and he had me moaning in no time, though I was so turned on it wasn't the greatest challenge to get me going."
Sylvia reached down and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Shane watched as she fucked herself and then pulled her fingers free and sucked them clean.
"Mmm, I taste good," she said while looking at her husband. "You know, that's the same thing he said. Ethan thinks your wife's pussy tastes good, Shane. Do you agree with him?"
Shane nodded.
"I told him I wanted a taste. I told him to put his tongue inside me and then kiss me. It was a very good kiss, Shane. A slow, deep, beautiful kiss while he fingered my cunt and rubbed my clit. Then I put a hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down to finish the job."
Sylvia was describing something her husband would have adored, something he'd found so much more pleasure in since she'd taken control of their marriage. That's why he looked so jealous and frustrated, a look that made her pussy wet. She liked that she could inspire such frustration and that Shane would continue doing his duty and rubbing her feet, that he wouldn't walk off in frustration or demand that he too be permitted to eat her pussy.
"Did he make you cum?" Shane asked.
She nodded and plunged her fingers back into her pussy. "He made me cum so hard, baby. He made your wife cum so fucking hard. His face was wet with my juices when he sat up. I licked some of it up and kissed him deeply and I swear his dick was almost hard again. I briefly considered giving him another blowjob - just for fun - but I promised Holly I wouldn't take too long, so we got dressed and I sent him back inside, though he made sure to thank me profusely - multiple times - before doing so."
Sylvia pulled her fingers from her pussy and offered them to Shane. He crawled forward and took them in his mouth, sucking slowly and swirling his tongue around them while she held his gaze.
"Thank you for the foot rub," she said with her fingers still in his mouth. "I'm hungry, though, so it's time for you to start dinner. You can give me another rub after dinner. That one can be in the bedroom and I'll be naked. You can worship my body and if you do a good job with dinner and the rub I'll let you worship my pussy and make me cum as many times as I can handle."
Shane looked overjoyed and when Sylvia pulled her fingers free he said, "Thank you so much."
He backed up and headed for the kitchen.
"I'd like a drink, please. A glass of wine."
"I'll be right back," he replied.
Sylvia put her panties on, fixed her skirt, and smiled. She'd just told her husband about blowing another guy and about getting her pussy eaten by that guy. She'd just told her husband to make her dinner and informed him that he'd be giving her a full body massage after dinner. He'd thanked her for the opportunity and looked genuinely delighted. Sylvia was living her best life and it was all because she'd taken control of her marriage.
That was, without question, the best decision she'd ever made and it was going to pay even bigger dividends that weekend when she finally got fucked by another man and fully cuckolded her husband.
