Becca Bellamy
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Serving His Dominant Wife and Her Friends
🕑 Added 2023-11-18 04:55:37 +0000 UTC“Albert, darling, would you clear away our dishes please,” Sabrina called out from the dining room.
Albert dropped the sponge, wiped his hands clean, and rushed to the dining room to clear away the dirty dishes his wife and her two friends had accumulated during their meal.
“Amazing,” Tatum commented as she watched Albert wordlessly pile up the dishes and carry them away.
“It really is,” Willa added. “I’ve never seen a man so eager to make his wife happy.”
Albert smiled as he gently placed the pile of dishes on the counter and returned to the dining room.
“Can I open another bottle of wine for you?” he asked while picking up the bottle they’d emptied.
“That would be lovely, Albert,” Sabrina said as she reached out to gently caress his arm.
“What’s your secret?” Tatum asked.
“Discipline,” Sabrina answered as Albert walked into the kitchen and dropped the empty wine bottle into the trash. “You can’t just tell a man how you expect him to be, after all. I think we all know that doesn’t work.”
All three women laughed.
“He needs to be trained,” Sabrina continued. “It’s like training a pet. It requires discipline on my part as I need to be willing to have a firm hand and make sure he follows the rules. It also requires physical discipline. I still take Albert over my knee once a week for a maintenance spanking, and if he misbehaves he gets another to correct his behavior.”
Albert retrieved another bottle of red from the wine cooler and smiled as Tatum said, “Really?” There was a mild sense of surprise in her voice, but curiosity seemed to be her foremost reaction.
“Absolutely,” Sabrina replied. “I know it’s not for everyone, but before we got married I was very clear with Albert that I would have certain expectations of my husband. I was clear about the role I expected him to fill and I was exceptionally clear about the consequences that would befall him if he failed to meet my expectations.”
Albert twisted the corkscrew into the bottle’s top as he thought of the many punishments he’d received in the early days of their marriage. He’d struggled to conform to his wife’s desires of him, choosing instead to masturbate as he saw fit, to put off doing his chores in favor of watching sports, and in general to put his needs above those of his wife. He learned, though. It took many painful spankings, but he’d learned his lessons.
“So you spanked him enough to turn him into the most dutiful, loyal husband I’ve ever seen?” Willa asked.
“It wasn’t just the spankings,” Sabrina said. “Orgasm control is a big part of it. He wore a chastity device for years before he learned that I’m the only member of this marriage that gets to decide when he cums.”
“How delightful,” Tatum said.
Albert returned to the dining room with the bottle of wine in his hand and poured each of the women a glass.
“Albert,” Willa asked, “Do you enjoy your wife being in control of your orgasms?”
“Very much so,” he answered. “It helps me focus on what’s important.”
“And what’s that?” Willa asked.
“Sabrina’s needs. Nothing else matters. Making my wife happy is all that I really care about. It’s all that I want to do,” Albert answered as he filled his wife’s wine glass last. She’d been very clear that her guest’s needs came first.
Tatum sipped her wine and looked at Sabrina as she asked, “What about your sex life? Does Albert make love to you?”
“He does,” Sabrina replied. “Though his cock hasn’t entered me in five years. He uses a strapon or a penis extender when we have sex. It allows him to focus exclusively on my pleasure without getting distracted by his quest for an orgasm.”
“And what’s that like for you, Albert?” Tatum asked.
“Nothing makes me happier than making my wife climax,” Albert said.
“He’s become quite adept with his mouth and fingers, too,” Sabrina added. “It took some time for him to learn, but I find great pleasure in spreading my legs and inviting him between them.”
“How often is Albert allowed to cum?” Willa asked.
“Once or twice a month,” Sabrina answered as she reached out and caressed Albert’s crotch. He felt a little self-conscious as she groped him in front of her friends, but Albert knew that the slightest hint of rejecting his wife’s touch would earn him a spanking. “He used to complain, but he’s learned that I know what’s best. He’s learned that he’s a much better husband when he cums infrequently.”
That particular lesson had actually been easy to learn. From very early on Albert had learned he was far more dedicated to his wife’s needs when he was pent up. It was frustrating, but the hornier he was the more he wanted to make Sabrina feel good.
“Does he struggle to serve you after he’s cum?” Tatum asked as she eyed Albert’s crotch and the way Sabrina was massaging it.
“How do we solve that problem, Albert?” Sabrina asked. “How do we make sure you remember your place after you’ve climaxed?”
“I must clean up my messes,” he answered.
Tatum’s eyes went wide as she processed what Albert had shared. “He eats his cum?” she asked.
Sabrina smiled and pulled her hand away from Albert’s crotch, revealing the bulge she’d produced with her steady, skillful stroking. “He does,” she said. “He’s eaten every one of his loads since we got married. I was very clear about that being a requirement of making him my husband.”
“Is it odd that I find that exciting?” Willa asked.
“Not at all. In fact, it’s been almost two weeks since his last orgasm. Would you like to see Albert consume his seed tonight?” Sabrina said.
Willa looked at Tatum and both beautiful women smiled. “I think we’d both enjoy that very much,” Tatum replied.
Sabrina stood up, gave her husband a soft kiss on the cheek, and said, “Meet us in the living room, my love.”
All three women left the dining room and Albert swiftly cleaned the rest of the dishes before rushing to the living room. His wife and her two friends were seated on the couch with their legs crossed and smiles on their faces.
“Remove your clothes,” Sabrina said.
Albert unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the back of the loveseat before slipping out of his shoes and yanking off his socks.
“Did I mention that Albert is not permitted to wear men’s underwear?” Sabrina asked as he unbuttoned his pants.
Her friends smiled gleefully as Albert felt a delightful wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew Sabrina found it genuinely pleasurable to humiliate him from time to time and doing it in front of her friends seemed to have inspired a deeper level of arousal.
“Most of the time I keep him in simple, comfortable panties, but I had him dress up in something pretty tonight,” she added.
Albert pushed his pants down to reveal the blue lace panties Sabrina had picked out for him. Tatum and Willa covered their mouths and giggled.
“I’ve never seen a man in panties,” Tatum said. “It makes his cock look so cute.”
“It really does,” Willa added.
The humiliation built up to the point that Albert couldn’t quite look at either of his wife’s friends. Instead he stared at Sabrina and soaked in the look of pleasure on her face.
“On your knees, darling,” she said.
Albert fell to his knees and Sabrina smiled at his eagerness to obey.
“Would you like to cum on my feet, Albert?” she asked.
He glanced at his wife’s friends and saw the giddy smiles on their faces. They were enraptured by his wife’s sense of control and his willingness to go along with any humiliation she offered up.
“Yes, I’d like that very much,” he said.
“Then beg for it,” Sabrina said.
“Please let me masturbate and cum on your feet. Please let me make your beautiful feet all messy with my cum so I can clean them. Please let me lick my cum off your perfect toes.”
All three women laughed as Albert lost himself in desire. Two weeks without an orgasm was enough to drive him right to the edge of madness once his arousal had been triggered, and that’s exactly what Sabrina had spent the past fifteen minutes doing. She wanted him insane with lusty need. She wanted him willing to do anything.
“Suck on my toes,” Sabrina demanded. “Show my friends show good you are with your mouth.”
Albert reached up and delicately slipped his wife’s heel off her foot before taking her big toe into his mouth. He looked into her eyes and sucked, running his tongue over the underside of her flesh.
“Mmmm,” Tatum said. “That’s so much sexier than I thought it would be. How does it feel?”
“It’s incredible,” Sabrina said. “Honestly, it’s like foreplay. I love having him start with my feet before I welcome him between my legs.”
“He looks like he might be quite the cocksucker, if you don’t mind me saying,” Willa added.
Sabrina looked at her friend, smiled, and said, “He is.”
“What?” both her friends said in unison.
“There’s nothing like making a straight man suck dick to teach him his place,” Sabrina explained as Albert continued his oral assault on her toes. “It shows him that he exists to serve the needs of others. A domme I met online suggested I make him suck cock and the difference afterwards was incredible. It’s such a humiliating experience for a straight man to make another man cum in his mouth that he immediately embraced existing in that deeply submissive place.”
“How often do you make him suck cock?” Willa asked.
“Once or twice a year,” Sabrina asked. “Usually when we’re on vacation. It thrills me to watch, to be honest. I cum so hard when I see the other man erupt in Albert’s mouth.”
“I envy you, Sabrina,” Tatum said. “You seem so comfortable with all of this. I don’t know if I could ever find the strength to train Mark like this.”
“Not all men can be trained,” Sabrina said. “Some are just too insecure to accept that being submissive to their wives is the way to true happiness. Others just aren’t meant for it.”
“You’re lucky, I guess,” Willa added.
Sabrina smiled at her husband. “Yes I am. Why don’t you take your cock out, Albert? Go ahead and masturbate. Feel free to cum on my feet whenever you’re ready.”
Albert reached down, pulled his panties aside – he always had to masturbate with his panties on – and stroked his cock. There was more than enough precum to provide lube and the sounds of masturbation soon filled the room.
“Look at him go,” Willa said. “He can’t get enough of your toes. Jesus, this is so hot.”
Albert appreciated the notion that his wife had clearly picked the right friends to humiliate him in front of. They both seemed enamored with the action unfolding in front of them and he could certainly imagine some women finding the whole endeavor disgusting, or pathetic in a manner that would have been downright embarrassing without even a hint of the kinky pleasure that came with erotic humiliation.
Albert sat up, pulled off Sabrina’s other heel, and groaned as his orgasm approached. His wife held her feet together, he aimed his cock at them, and unloaded. Two week’s worth of cum poured from the tip of his dick and onto his wife’s feet with a few drops hitting the hardwood floor.
“Wow,” Tatum said.
“Yes, after two weeks – with daily teasing – he builds up quite a load,” Sabrina explained. “Now he’s going to clean it all up. Aren’t you, darling?”
“Yes, of course,” Albert said as he moved back, dropped his head to his wife’s beautiful feet, and began to lick up his cum.
“That’s so sexy,” Willa said as she took a long sip of her wine. “It really is. I haven’t had a man worship any part of my body like that in a long, long time.”
“You’re missing out,” Sabrina replied. “You really are.”
Albert devoured his massive load, licking and sucking every bit of it off his wife’s feet until they were smooth and clean. He licked the rest off the floor, knowing full well that he’d be spanked if he didn’t clean up his mess.
“Albert, darling, would you like to worship my pussy?” Sabrina asked.
Albert’s eyes darted to his wife’s friends and he saw they both wore surprised but anticipatory looks on their faces. “Yes, very much so,” he said.
Sabrina spread her legs, pulled up her skirt, and said, “You may do so.”
Albert crawled between her legs, pulled his wife’s panties aside, and worshiped her pussy.
“I don’t mind sharing his mouth, ladies,” Sabrina said to her friends. “He’ll happily worship your pussies too. I promise, your husbands will never know.”
“I’m not sure I can resist,” Willa replied. “I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’m exceptionally wet. It might be quite nice to have Albert between my legs.”
“You really don’t mind?” Tatum asked.
Sabrina closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned as Albert brought her closer to a climax. “Not at all,” she answered. “After all, Albert exists to serve. He sucks cock for me. I think he’d find it quite pleasurable to make my friends cum.”
She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled back hard enough that Albert winced in pain as he looked up at her, and asked, “Isn’t that right, Albert? Wouldn’t you love to make my friends cum with that talented mouth of yours?”
“Yes,” he replied. “That would make me very happy.”
Albert returned to his task and Sabrina ran her fingers through his hair as she moaned.
“He can go all night, girls,” she said. “You can cum as many times as you want.”
Albert was going to do whatever his wife told him to. His pleasure didn’t matter. Hers did, and if she wanted him to service her friends all night long, that’s what he would do.
Sabrina’s thighs began to tremble and she held Albert’s head between her legs with a tight grip. He looked up to see her eyes closed and a smile on her face before her mouth opened and a long, lusty moan escaped. He was making her cum and it filled him with joy.
“Good boy,” Sabrina said as she gently pushed him away from her pussy. “Who’s next?”
Willa raised her hand and lifted her skirt.
“Get to work,” Sabrina said.
“Thank you,” Albert replied as he moved between Willa’s legs. He placed his head between them, pulled aside her panties, and ate her pussy as his wife had commanded. He hoped his night was just beginning.
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