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Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 15
🕑 Added 2023-03-05 07:04:39 +0000 UTCClick here for the previous parts of the story.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I was a little surprised that Mark - the man Kara had chosen to fuck on our anniversary - was nervous about it.
At least he seemed nervous. He was a little fidgety and he kept looking at me every time Kara touched him. It seemed like he didn't entirely trust that I wasn't going to leap out of my chair and go for his throat.
We'd rented a hotel room - a really nice room on a high floor with a great view, a huge bathtub clearly meant for two people, and a surprisingly spacious balcony - for the occasion and Kara had ordered a bottle of champagne that was waiting on ice when Mark arrived. She'd quickly popped the bottle and poured everyone a glass, but it seemed like the alcohol wasn't having the intended relaxing effect on her would-be lover for the evening.
Kara tried kissing him, but it was obvious - from where I was sitting, at least - that Mark couldn't quite relax into it. The moment the kiss ended his eyes were on me, which meant he wasn't focused on my wife.
"Mark," Kara said.
It took a few moments for him to look her way, which was surprising to me because Kara looked flawlessly beautiful. She'd put in a great deal of effort on her hair and makeup and had picked an astonishingly sexy red dress that fit her body like a glove and put her breasts on display in the most intoxicating manner.
"It seems like you're a little nervous," Kara continued once she had his attention. "Like you're a little worried about Finn."
Mark opened his mouth - seemingly to protest - but nothing came out.
"You don't have to be nervous about Finn. You really don't. I'm not forcing him into this. He isn't upset about this. He knows that I fuck other people, Mark. I wasn't lying to you when I said that. He likes that I fuck other people. In fact, he really likes it. It turns him on," she explained.
"I...I know," Mark replied.
"And yet, something's not right," Kara said. "It's like you're not here with me."
He looked pained, like he knew he wasn't there with her and he wished he could do something about it.
"Finn's a submissive, Mark," Kara said. "He finds pleasure in doing whatever it takes to make me happy. I know that can be hard to believe, especially when you're not a submissive, but Finn gets off on this. He gets off on doing as he's told, on doing what I want and need. He gets off on my pleasure, which is why he's going to be hard as a rock - I promise - when he watches you fuck me tonight."
Mark looked at me - stared, really - for what felt like a minute but was probably no more than a few seconds and asked, "Is that true?"
I nodded. "Yes, it's true. I'm a submissive and Kara is my domme. And it's true that nothing satisfies me more than doing what she desires and seeing her experience the pleasure she deserves. And she made it clear that she was hugely aroused by the idea of having sex with someone else on our anniversary and making me watch, and while it wouldn't have been my first choice for how to spend our anniversary, I really only care about serving Kara's needs, and tonight her need is to get fucked by you, Mark."
Again he stared at me and again it looked like he didn't quite believe me. Then, Mark turned to Kara and asked, "It really turns you on to fuck someone else on your anniversary?"
She nodded, leaned in a little closer, and kissed his neck as her hand moved between Mark's legs. She rubbed his cock through his dark slacks and said, "It's going to turn me on to suck your cock on my anniversary, too. When I get on my knees for you and take your big, beautiful dick in my mouth while my husband watches, my pussy is going to be soaked."
Mark closed his eyes and I could plainly see that Kara had managed to get him hard. It seemed like his nervousness was fading.
"Does that turn you on?" Kara asked. "Do you like that it's going to make me wet to suck your dick while my husband watches?"
"Yes," Mark answered with a nod.
"You're bigger than him, you know," she said. "That's one of the reasons I wanted you tonight. I wanted Finn to see someone with a bigger, better cock fuck me. I wanted him to see me have a huge orgasm with your dick buried inside me. I wanted him to see me have multiple huge orgasms with your dick inside me."
Mark smiled and Kara unzipped his pants and slipped her fingers inside them. She must have found his cock quickly, for he unleashed a loud moan and Kara took the opportunity to kiss him and shove her tongue in his mouth. It seemed that she'd decided she was simply going to overwhelm any nervousness he felt by arousing him to such a degree that he couldn't help but go through with fucking her.
While some part of me was genuinely surprised that Mark seemed so nervous, I actually understand it. He'd probably never fucked a woman while her husband watched and I didn't blame him for not trusting that I was actually turned on by it and that I was submissive enough to simply do as I was told while it happened. What man wouldn't be a little bit nervous in a situation like that, especially one without a wealth of experience fucking married women in front of their submissive husbands?
"Strip for me, Finn," Kara instructed as she gave Mark a slow handjob.
It was my turn to feel a little nervous. I didn't have a great deal of experience getting naked in front of men my wife intended on having sex with, so reticence was my first reaction at her instruction. I did as I was told, though, because my submission takes precedence over everything else and I honestly couldn't stomach the notion of disappointing Kara on our anniversary.
So I finished my champagne, got up, and stripped. Kara kissed Mark and continued to play with his cock as I took my clothes off. His nervousness seemed to fully wear off, too, as he got into touching her body in that tight red dress, including playing with her breasts and running his hand up her thighs, no doubt in search of the pussy he'd already fucked a couple of times and was now eager to fuck again.
"Masturbate for me, Finn," Kara instructed once I was naked.
She wanted me to get hard, and it wasn't all that difficult. Watching her fool around with another man was, in fact, hugely arousing, just as it had been at that Halloween party where I'd seen someone finger her to an orgasm. Tonight's fun was going to go a hell of a lot further, but in that moment it wasn't all that different.
"Look at his cock," Kara said.
Mark looked as Kara continued to stroke his dick, which was a fair bit bigger than mine. I'm not small, but he was well above average and the smile that crossed his face made it seem as though he understood that he was packing quite a bit more than I was.
"Can you see why I wanted you to fuck me on my anniversary?" Kara asked.
Mark turned to her, smiled, and said, "I can."
I know that she was - in part, at least - saying what she knew Mark needed to hear. I also know that she enjoyed that he had a bigger cock, and it was both difficult and surprisingly arousing to hear her make it perfectly clear that part of what appealed to her was that Mark was more sizable than I was.
"Finn, baby, I want you to spin around, bend over, and spread those pretty cheeks of yours," Kara instructed.
I knew what she wanted. She'd plugged me before we left. She loved ass play as a form of domination so of course she'd slipped a butt plug into my ass before we left for the hotel. She wanted that deeper sense of control and she wanted me to feel it, too, and the plug was big enough that it was impossible not to feel it. Any movement ensured that I could feel the butt plug in my ass, the plug my wife had slipped inside me, the plug that wouldn't come out until she removed it.
I spun around, I bent over, and I spread my ass cheeks. The plug she'd used that night had a sparkly jewel at the end that Kara and Mark were now looking at. I felt the intended humiliation, and I found pleasure in knowing that my willingness to bend over and spread - and to show what she'd placed in my ass - turned my wife on.
"He does what he's told, Mark," Kara said as she stroked his cock a little faster. "So when I tell him to get on his knees by the bed and watch as another man fucks his wife, that's what he's going to do. He wouldn't dream of interrupting us, of being rude, of doing anything I don't want him to do. He's going to be a good boy for me, because that's what makes Finn happy. I get off on plugging his ass - on owning it - so he spreads his cheeks and takes it for me. Tonight, I'm going to get off on him watching another man make me cum, which is why he's going to watch like a good boy."
I heard them kissing as I remained bent over with my ass cheeks spread. My quads burned a little, but I wasn't going to move until Kara gave me permission to do so.
"Finn, help me out of my dress," she said.
I stood, turned around, and saw a smile on Kara's face as she stood and sauntered towards me. She gave my cock a quick squeeze before spinning around and staring at Mark while I reached up to lower her zipper.
"Show him my body, Finn," she said. "Present it to him."
Mark liked that. It was like I could see his confidence growing in real time. Whatever nerves he'd felt were long gone and now he was fully on board with fucking my wife in front of me.
I worked the straps off her shoulders and slowly pulled the dress down my wife's beautiful body. It was exceptionally tight, so it took some doing, but eventually I worked it over her hips and down to the floor, leaving her standing there in a skimpy thong and a pair of heels. Her magnificent breasts didn't need a bra in the dress, so they were free and Mark's eyes were focused on them, as any man's eyes would have been in that moment.
Kara looked back at me, winked, and then approached Mark. She dropped to her knees in front of him, took off his shoes, pants, and underwear, and then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the plump head of his cock.
"Mmm," she moaned as he filled her mouth. He departed her lips with a popping sound and Kara said, "I love the way your cock feels in my mouth."
I stood and watched as my wife's head bobbed up and down in another man's lap. I heard Mark moan and looked up at him to see intense pleasure on his face as he looked down at Kara. I wondered if she was making eye contact, if she was staring up at the man she was blowing, and the idea that she was filled me with an unexpectedly intense kind of arousal.
"Come sit next to him, Finn," Kara instructed.
I felt a moment of awkwardness, but I pushed it away as I approached the couch and sat a few feet from the man my wife intended on fucking that night. Mark looked at me and offered the smile of a man who was now as confident as anyone had ever been. His cock was in Kara's mouth, though, so his confidence made sense. He dick looked hard as a rock, too, so nothing seemed to be getting in the way of his arousal.
Kara released him from her mouth, looked at me, and asked, "Do you like watching me suck his cock, Finn? Does it turn you on to see your wife sucking another man's dick on our anniversary?"
"Yes," I admitted, though my cock was hard as a rock, so saying anything else would have been an obvious lie. It wasn't pure arousal, though. I felt a bit of angst. I felt a bit weird about Mark being the focus of her lust on our anniversary.
What I didn't understand was that my presence in that hotel room was what made it hot for Kara. The fact that I was willing to offer my submission and sacrifice the pleasures most husbands would expect on their anniversary was precisely what turned her on so much. Mark was, in almost every way, a stunt cock.
He was the one she thought would fuck her best - though she almost certainly hadn't expected his early nervousness - and so she'd picked him for that purpose, not because she was desperate for him in particular. She just wanted to dominate me in this very particular way, in a way that could only be done on our anniversary. I didn't get it at the time - not consciously, at least - but I was also thoroughly aroused by the whole thing, so my lack of understanding didn't impede my pleasure in any way.
Kara smiled at my response to her question, looked up at Mark, and then showered his cock in kisses, starting with the head and working her way down the shaft. She then offered him a smile before taking his balls in her mouth and sucking them like a woman on a mission to offer the finest pleasure.
"Fuck, Kara," Mark said before unleashing the kind of moan a man offers up when a woman is doing everything in her power to make him feel good. It was really hot to watch, honestly.
"Finn, get me a condom," Kara instructed.
I got up and headed for the nightstand. I pulled a condom from the box Kara had made me purchase - a surprisingly exciting endeavor - and returned to her with it.
"Tear it open," she said.
I tore it open and felt that same surprising kind of excitement, like participating even a little in the sex she would be having with another man was enough to thrill me.
"Thank you," Kara said as she took the condom and gently rolled it down Mark's big cock. Once it was secure, my beautiful wife stood, lowered her thong, and straddled Mark right there on the couch.
She reached down, guided his cock inside her, and sat down on it while a long, low moan escaped her lips. She was two feet away from me with another man's cock in her pussy, and the look on her face was one of pure pleasure. I'm not sure about the look on my face, but I imagine it was a cross between wonder, desire, and perhaps just a touch of angst.
"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked.
Mark smiled, nodded, and kissed her as his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass. She lifted her pussy from his cock and slowly sank down on it, doing so at an ever-increasing pace as their tongues mingled.
My wife was fucking another man in front of me. She was fucking him just a few feet from me. She was riding his big cock. It was deep in her pussy. Deeper than my cock had ever gone. The condom I had bought and that I had brought to her was wrapped around that's man's cock. The condom was deep in her pussy. She was kissing him, too, and kissing him passionately. Kara was thoroughly enjoying the sex she was having with Mark, the sex she was having with him on our anniversary.
It took a few minutes, but I felt a sense of panic rise in my chest. Kara hadn't looked at me once since Mark's cock had entered her. All her energy was concentrated on the man inside her. She kissed him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled his mouth to her breasts and threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her stiff nipples.
It wasn't rational, but I felt like I was losing my wife in real time. In that moment it felt like Mark was going to fuck Kara so well that she decided to leave me, that our first anniversary would also be our last.
All of that played out in a remarkably short span of time and it ended as soon as Kara looked at me. Our eyes met and she smiled before moaning once more. My panic faded and it was quickly replaced by a renewed sense of arousal when Kara reached over and slipped two fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked as she gently fucked my face. Another man's cock was inside her and she was fucking my mouth and filling the hotel room with wild, wonderful moans.
She rode Mark harder with her fingers still in my mouth. She kissed him furiously. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and then she was sucking on his tongue and moaning wildly. She was bouncing so hard on his cock that the sounds of her ass slamming into his thighs was almost all I could hear.
"Mark...I'm gonna cum," she said. "I'm gonna cum on your big cock. I'm gonna cum on your big cock while my husband sits right fucking next to you."
"I'm close," Mark replied.
"Cum for me," Kara implored him. "Let my pussy make you cum, Mark. Let my married pussy make you cum on my anniversary. Let my pussy make you cum as I have a great fucking orgasm all over your big cock!"
Kara's fingers were in my mouth when she came. She pushed them as deep as they could go and held them there while I watched her face contort wildly in pleasure. It was fucking incredible. There was so much going on inside me as I watched, but the overriding feeling was one of pure, perfect wonder. I was watching my wife have a great orgasm on someone else's dick and it was just incredible.
You know what might have been even more incredible, though? The fact that I witnessed my wife making another man cum. I was stunned at how hot that was. First I heard the telltale grunts and groans of an orgasm. Then I watched Mark's hands move over her body. He groped her ass, played with her breasts, and seemingly tried to touch her everywhere else as my wife's pussy brought him to an orgasm.
Honestly, I just kept thinking over and over that my wife's pussy just made another man cum. She'd given Mark her pussy - she'd worked him vigorously with her pussy, in fact - and she'd made him cum. She'd given him an orgasm. She'd given him the ultimate pleasure and it was fucking incredible.
Kara pulled her fingers from my mouth and kissed Mark. It was the sort of tender kiss that people share after they've cum and it was really quite beautiful to witness in my elated state.
She then lifted her pussy from his cock and said, "Would you mind taking a few minutes to clean up in the bathroom so I can be alone with Finn?"
"Of course," Mark replied.
"Actually, can you order room service, too? I plan on both of us having multiple orgasms tonight, so we might need fuel for that. More champagne, too," she said.
Mark smiled and Kara got off his lap so he could make his way to the bathroom. I thought she might straddle me and treat my cock to a visit with her pussy, but instead Kara sat next to me, spread her legs, and said, "I want you to taste my pussy. Put your tongue inside me. Put your tongue where his cock just was."
She was already turned on again. I could see it in her eyes. I think part of it was giving me those instructions while Mark could hear her. I think she liked him knowing that my tongue was going to be where his cock was.
I got on my knees, moved between her legs, and put my tongue inside her. I tasted the incredible sweetness of her juices and just a hint of the latex condom they'd used. It was undeniably hot to lick the same spot his cock had just filled, and it was so much hotter when Kara reached down, ran her fingers through my hair, and smiled at me.
"That's a good boy," she said softly.
Fuck, I do love being called a good boy. I've grown to love it more as our relationship has gone on. It's such a simple thing, and yet it feels like the ultimate validation from my wife.
"If you continue to be a good boy tonight, I have a surprise for you," she said.
"I'll be good," I replied before pushing my tongue back inside her.
She smiled. "I know you will, Finn. That's just one of the many reasons I love you so much."
I was a good boy for her for the rest of the night, and Kara rewarded me by taking my impossibly stiff cock in her pussy once Mark had left. She rode me at an achingly slow pace for a long, long time, eventually coaxing me into an explosively pleasurable orgasm - the most potent I've ever had - before collapsing on top of me and remaining in that position until I'd gone completely soft and slipped out of her.
I cleaned up my mess - a regular occurrence for us - and then we took a shower to wash off all the sweat from a night of wild sex, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
It was a perfect way to celebrate our first anniversary.
