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Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 19
🕑 Added 2023-07-20 05:20:11 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"What did you think of what Rick was wearing at the last party?" Kara asked.
We'd been attending the swingers parties for nearly six months at that point and Rick was the only other submissive cuckold we'd met. At the last party he'd been wearing a leather collar with a leash attached, a pair of leather cuffs, and an exceptionally small black cock cage.
"Uh, I don't really know," I answered, mostly because I hadn't given Rick's outfit - if you could even call it that - much thought. "Why do you ask?"
It was a particularly lazy - in a good way - Sunday afternoon as this conversation unfolded. Kara was in the closet looking through her clothes - I couldn't tell you why - and I was idly scrolling through Instagram.
My beautiful, dominant wife stepped out of the closet with a smile on her face and I rested my phone on my chest and took note of how good she looked despite wearing no makeup, having her hair pulled up into a top knot, and wearing little more than a pair of leggings and a tank top.
"You're so beautiful," I said as I considered the likelihood of Kara letting me worship her pussy if I begged for it.
"Why thank you," she replied. "And I was asking about the outfit because I like the idea of accessorizing you at the next party. I don't know about a collar and leash - pet play doesn't really do it for me - but I like the idea of having you wear something outside of your chastity device. I know the cage announces to everyone that you're a sub cuck and that I certainly don't have to do anything more to make your role clear, but I still like the idea of having something extra for you to wear."
"Like what?" I asked with just a hint of excitement in my voice. To be honest, I probably would have found it thrilling to wear a collar and leash. I liked the way almost everyone at the parties saw me as the submissive cuckold that I am. I liked that as we attended more of them, people started treating me as such, too. I liked that I'd get a smack on the ass here and there, or that Kara had gotten to know a few men well enough that they were free to demand that I fluff them whether they intended on fucking my wife or another woman.
"Well, I could see putting you in some sort of collar, actually," she said. "Just not one with a leash attached. I feel like I'd want something other than a typical leather collar, though. I could see making you wear some sort of cuck jewelry and I could definitely see making you show up in a cuck t-shirt before you strip. I'll admit that I really like the idea of putting you in a different kind of underwear, too."
Kara seemed to get a little bit turned on as she described the various ways she had considered dressing me up, all of which were at least mildly humiliating and all of which I found intriguing.
"What kind of underwear?" I asked.
She smiled. "Well, I did some browsing online and there are these g-string type things that are basically just little pouches that would hold your locked up cock. I even saw one that has the cuck symbol on it, and I kind of like the idea of actually drawing even more attention to the fact that your dick is small and locked up while we're at those parties. I like the idea of every single person there knowing that my husband won't be fucking me, that his purpose is to serve me, and that there's a very good chance that if a man wants to dominate your mouth with his cock that I'll give him permission to do so."
She was getting turned on. I could see it in her body language. I could see it in her eyes and the way her breathing had changed. I could hear it in her voice, too. She wasn't the only one. Kara's domination always turned me on and my arousal tended to mirror hers, especially when it was the idea of dominating me that got her all wet.
The parties had unlocked a new version of my dominant wife. She'd become far freer and more confident with her sexuality and, to my surprise, she'd become a more confident domme. I wasn't actually sure that was possible, but Kara found a new level and had taken a deeper level of control over our marriage. To my delight, I found an even deeper level of pleasure in the control she'd seized, and as you've probably already surmised, Kara had become more confident in helping me expand my sexuality.
"I was considering having you wear a pair of panties, too," she said.
I've done things I wasn't excited about. The first time I sucked cock and the first time I got fucked by a man, I wasn't excited about it. I didn't dread it, but I wasn't excited. Over time, I've come to enjoy those acts, to find them thrilling because Kara gets such satisfaction out of it. I've come to see them as the ultimate act of submission to my wife, my domme, my goddess.
The idea of wearing panties for Kara was, if I'm being honest, actually a little bit exciting. I'm not sure I could clearly explain why. It was one of those things where the excitement comes before a thought has even entered my head. My pulse quickened a little. I felt that mild tingling sensation between my legs, the sort that always comes when I'm deeply excited and when a tidal wave of arousal is soon to follow.
"Really?" I asked tentatively, mostly because it felt embarrassing to express genuine excitement at the idea of being the only man wearing a pair of panties at a sex party.
Kara nodded, knelt down, and emerged from the closet with a pair of pink lace panties dangling from her fingers. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. She stepped between them and held the panties in front of my face.
"I wore these last weekend," she said. "I got fucked in these, in fact. I was on my hands and knees. He pulled them aside. He rubbed his beautiful cock over my pussy lips and slid inside me."
"I remember," I replied. "I was on my knees next to him. I sucked his cock before he put it inside you."
She smiled, leaned down, and kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she rubbed the panties over my cheek. The fabric felt soft and delicate and my cock - which was free of its chastity device - quickly reached an exceptionally stiff state.
"I know," she said softly. "I got so turned on watching you suck his dick for me. Or, more accurately, I got wet watching him fuck your mouth. He was really quite a dominant man, wasn't he?"
I nodded. He'd grabbed two handfuls of my hair, guided his cock into my mouth, and fucked my face vigorously. He made me look up at him as he used my mouth and I could see the pleasure in his eyes. I could see how much he enjoyed dominating me in front of my wife. I could hear how much Kara had enjoyed it, too, as she moaned and fingered her pussy while watching him use me. He'd made me put on a condom on his dick after pulling out of my mouth and then he'd fucked my wife from behind until she'd had such a potent orgasm that her legs and ass trembled from the pleasure of it.
"I think a man like that would be even more inclined to dominate you if he saw you in a pair of pretty panties," Kara said as she stepped back, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. She unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down with my underwear. She then wrapped the panties around my stiff cock and leaned in to kiss my neck as I moaned from the pleasure of it all.
"I think he'd see your caged little dick in a delicate pair of panties and that alpha male energy would be even stronger. I think he'd want to show me what I was missing, show me what it's like to be with a man that doesn't have a submissive bone in his body," she continued. "And I think I like the idea of that. I like being the woman at those parties that every man wants to fuck, the one that has her pick of any cock she desires, the one that can get fucked half a dozen times in a night if she so chooses."
Kara had not yet enjoyed more than three men at any given party, but it was entirely believable that she'd welcome half a dozen cocks inside her if she was in the mood. If ever a woman was going to pursue that sort of pleasure, it would be at the sort of parties we attended, which were filled with our friends and neighbors.
"Your cock is awfully hard, Finn," she said with a smile.
"I know," I replied.
"Are you excited at the idea of your wife accessorizing her cuckold at the next party?" she asked.
I nodded. By that point in our lives, I was excited at just about anything that had even the whiff of domination, and Kara using me as a kinky dress up doll struck me as a great way to express her dominant side.
"I was thinking I'd plug your ass, too," she said. "Since I'll have you in a thong, anytime you bend over even a little people will see that your tight little ass is plugged up, and I think we both know what some of the men will think when they see that you're plugged."
They'd think that I was open to being fucked, or, more accurately, that Kara was open to offering my ass if she deemed someone to be both worthy of it and safe to take it.
Now, I can understand that most men might find that idea horrifying, disgusting, or perhaps just a bit scary. I felt that way before I got fucked by a man for the first time, but to be honest, it's not that different from being taken by a strapon. The hands that grab your hips are a little stronger and if the guy has hairy legs you can feel them slamming into your ass and the backs of your thighs, but it's not at all the different, at least not physically.
Of course, it is different, isn't it? It's not a woman fucking me with a rubber dick. It's not a role reversal/power exchange. It's gay sex. It's a man fucking my ass. It's a man using my ass for his pleasure. It's not me sucking cock to get it hard so it can fuck my wife. It's the purest expression of my evolving sexuality to be bent over and fucked in the ass by a man while my wife watches.
It's the last part that's meaningful, though. Kara watched both times I was fucked. She watched and she got hugely aroused. The first time I could see her pussy and how wet it was because she was masturbating right in front of me. She'd purposefully denied me the chance to eat her pussy - positioning herself so I was less than a foot from it while she masturbated - but I was close enough to see every beautiful detail, including the exceptionally wet flesh between her labia.
"You know I like watching you get fucked," Kara said as she pulled the panties from my cock and pushed me into the bed.
I fell to my back and watched as she quickly stripped out of her clothes and crawled on top of me. She yanked my shirt off and tossed it aside before digging her fingernails into my chest. I winced from the sudden pain and then moaned as she engulfed my stiff cock in her wet, warm pussy.
"I've gotten off both times you took a dick in your ass, Finn," she said. "I've cum incredibly hard both times, in fact."
I knew that. I'd watched her orgasm both times. In the first instance I'd watched the juices literally drip out of her pussy as she screamed in pleasure while someone used my ass. In the second instance we'd been face to face as we both got fucked from behind, which was a far more intimate experience - with Kara, that is - than I thought was possible. She came while we were kissing as we both took dick in doggystyle and I honestly got pretty close to cumming, too, which would have really been something, as I never imagined myself unleashing a load with a dick in my ass.
"Of course, I won't let it happen all that often," Kara said as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, bathing my cock in her incredible heat and wetness. "I'm afraid the pleasure of it would fade for me if you were suddenly an anal whore for any man that wanted a piece of you. Plus, I really like the idea of you spending most of the party wondering if I'm going to make you get on your hands and knees for a man."
She was lost in lust - fueled by her dominant desires - and it was beautiful. It made me doubly eager to offer my submission, to do anything and everything my wife wanted in the name of satisfying her.
"Maybe I'll make you beg for it next time," she said. It seemed that she was actually well on her way to an orgasm, that taunting and teasing me about getting fucked by a man had left her pussy soaked and her body humming with desire. "Would you beg a man to fuck you, Finn? Would you get on your knees in front of him, look up at him, and beg him to take your ass, to mount you from behind and fuck you for his pleasure? Would you beg him to put you in your place as a submissive cuckold and use you like an anal whore?"
"Yes," I admitted. I wasn't just saying it for her benefit, either. If Kara instructed me to beg like that, I'd do it. Of course I'd do it. I'd humiliate myself for her. I'd do it in front of a room of people if that's what she wanted. The truth was, at the parties we attended, most people would have found it just as thrilling as Kara.
She closed her eyes, leaned back, and began to grind her hips back and forth at a rapid pace. Kara reached up and took her perky breasts in her hands, squeezing and kneading them as I watched and tried my best not to cum inside her before she'd gotten what she needed out of riding me.
I was getting awfully close to my climax when Kara lifted her pussy from my cock and slid her hips forward, dragging her wetness over my chest and stomach before sitting on my face and smothering me. The folds of her pussy spread over my lips, chin, and cheeks and my nose rubbed against her clit as Kara looked down, smiled, and then grabbed a tight handful of my hair.
"Addison is trying to convince Don to fuck you," Kara said with a smile as she sat on my face like it was a piece of furniture. "As you know, she loves watching you get fucked. I think she might be a bit more dominant than she lets on and I think she likes to live vicariously through me sometimes. I like it, though. I like that I can help our neighbor have a little extra fun as she watches me dominate you. I wonder, though, how it would feel to take our neighbor's cock in your ass. Would you struggle to look him in the eye the next time they come over for dinner? Would you have trouble saying hello when you see him in the neighborhood because you'd be thinking about the time he bent you over and took your ass because I demanded it?"
Kara didn't let me answer, but she didn't really care about my answer. She was getting off on the mere thought of me submitting to being taken anally by our neighbor. I wasn't sure she'd actually let it happen, but I would have submitted if that's what Kara desired, for it was my purpose to submit to her in whatever way she craved.
Finally, after a good, long smothering during which it was honestly somewhat difficult to breathe, Sarah lifted her pussy from my face, dragged it down my body, and took my cock inside her.
"I'd submit," I said the first moment I could. "I'd let Don fuck me. I'd beg him to fuck me if that's what you wanted, Kara."
She smiled and bounced on my cock.
"Serving you, making you happy, fulfilling your desires, that's what satisfies me, Kara. That's what makes me happier than anything else, what makes me happier than I ever imagined possible. Serving you is my purpose in life," I said.
She leaned forward and ran her fingers through the juices on my face while slowly riding my cock. She slipped those fingers into my mouth and smiled. "And dominating you is my purpose in life, Finn. I take great pleasure in shaping you into being the submissive I need. Your willingness to push through every boundary, to do as I desire without hesitation, satisfies me in beautiful, unexpected ways each and every time it happens. And if I decide that Don's going to fuck you, I will make you beg for it, if only because it would make Addison's pussy wet to hear you beg for her husband's dick."
"Can I cum?" I asked.
Kara smiled and nodded. "Yes, you may." She sat up, put her hands on my chest, and rode me faster. "You'll have to clean up your mess, of course."
Cumming inside Kara was a rare treat, so of course I would be willing to clean her pussy. A good sub always cleans his messes, after all, and I was nothing if not a good sub.
Kara was a good domme, too. A perfect domme, really. She'd slowly pulled me into subspace in our bedroom that day, dragging me deeper and deeper with dirty talk and fantasies of getting fucked by anyone she deemed worthy of taking my ass. She filled my head with beautiful submissive thoughts and turned me on at the same time, allowing me into her pussy and fucking me slowly, luring me ever closer to an orgasm and associating that pleasure with both my submission and thoughts of anal sex with men.
I came in her pussy as all those thoughts filled my head. I unloaded in my wife and domme and she smiled while slowly rocking her hips and milking every last drop of cum from my cock. Then she got on her back, spread her legs, and pointed to her pussy.
I cleaned my mess without giving it a second thought. I licked my cum out of Kara and provided her with an orgasm in the process. Then we cuddled and shared soft kisses as I thanked her for being a wonderful domme and she thanked me for being a good submissive.
All told, it was a perfect afternoon.
Oh, and if you're wondering, Don did end up fucking me at one of the parties and I did beg for it while both Kara and Addison watched. Thankfully, there wasn't any awkwardness. If anything, we were better friends afterwards than we were before. I guess sharing a truly kinky experience can bring people together.
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