Becca Bellamy
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Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 17
🕑 Added 2023-04-27 05:18:12 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
I never thought I'd move to the suburbs. I grew up in the suburbs, of course, so I don't know why I thought I wouldn't end up there, but I never figured I'd move back.
That was silly, of course. Living in Boston was amazing, but it's not without its faults, many of which are directly related to the distinct lack of space you're afforded in the city, unless you’re lucky enough to be multi-millionaires, which we weren't.
Kara was the first to bring up the idea of moving out of the city. Though she probably could have simply insisted - after all, ours was a female led marriage - she didn't. She wanted to have a conversation about it. This was a little less than five years into our marriage, in case you're wondering.
I think she expected that I'd resist. I didn't, though. Despite the fact that I'd always thought I'd remain in the city, the idea of moving to the suburbs for more space and more privacy actually sounded really appealing.
We started looking in a casual way where we'd hit up a bunch of open houses in a town we liked. We'd drive around the neighborhoods, eat in a local restaurant, and walk through upwards of a dozen houses to get a feel for the area that might become our long term home. More importantly, wherever we moved was likely where we'd raise our eventual family, so we were more than happy to be picky and wait for the perfect place to come along.
By that point I'd risen up the ranks at work - no doubt thanks to being the boss's son-in-law - and Kara's parents had offered to cover a big part of the down payment, so we ended up looking in some really nice suburbs where the homes were big, the lots were spacious, and the prices were significant. It was all very idyllic, to be honest, and the more houses we saw the more excited I got for our future.
Eventually, we found the town we wanted to live in - it was a beautiful, well-to-do suburb fairly close to Boston - and we found a real estate agent to help us find the perfect place. That meant the era of open houses was over and we switched to individual tours where we could really examine every nook and cranny of a house to try get a feel for whether or not we wanted to spend a few decades there.
One of those tours led us to a beautiful colonial-style house at the end of a beautiful tree-lined street full of gorgeous, flawlessly-designed homes loaded with curb appeal. The lot was on the cul-de-sac, which offered even more privacy - something we wanted given the nature of our sex life - and the backyard featured a beautiful pool and a view of a thickly-wooded forest without another house for miles.
We requested a second tour of that house - it was the first one we could actually see ourselves living in - and the real estate agent was more than happy to set it up. After all, she had a big commission coming her way if we bought.
We drove over early, had lunch at a lovely little café in town, and headed to the house for our visit. Right as we pulled up the real estate agent called to say she wasn't going to be able to make it, but she gave us the code for the lock box on the door and we were able to let ourselves in.
In truth, there was something nice about it just being the two of us. Instead of having the real estate agent spend the whole time trying to sell us on the house, we could simply walk around and actually get to know the place a little. It was staged with rented furniture - the previous owners had already moved out - so it had a slightly cold feel to it, but it was easy enough to imagine our stuff filling the home.
"So, can you see us living here?" Kara asked as we stood in the kitchen and looked out over the expansive backyard.
I smiled as I imagined our friends and family spending a summer day out by the pool. Though it honestly wasn't a life I'd ever thought I’d live, it suddenly felt like the life I absolutely wanted.
"I can," I answered.
I turned to see a smile on Kara's face that matched my own. She struck me as especially beautiful in that moment, perhaps because of the rather short, fetching sundress she'd picked out for a warm Sunday afternoon, perhaps because her sun-streaked hair looked good in a simple ponytail, perhaps because of the sweetness inherent in her smile, or perhaps because I was busy imagining a long, happy life in that home with my wife. I'm not sure what it was, but I wanted her in that moment.
Kara leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen, rested her hands on it, and hoisted herself up until she sat on the edge of the marble countertop. She smiled in a way that lured me closer and then reached down and slowly pulled up the bottom of her dress, exposing a simple-but-lovely pair of white lace panties.
I stepped between her legs and leaned in. Kara reached up to caress my face and then guided me in for a kiss. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth and indulged in a slow, gentle bit of jousting with mine. Kara moaned softly as I ran my fingers up her thigh and pressed them against her panties.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
"More than anything," I replied.
She kissed me again, this time leaning in and rubbing my cock - which was now stiff - through my pants. She'd denied me an orgasm for nearly two weeks at that point, so any touch was enough to thrill me. There was something about that moment - about fooling around with her in what might have been our future home - that made her touch feel electric.
"Can I have you?" I asked softly. "Can I fuck you?"
Kara smiled - I think she liked that I was asking like any man in a female led marriage should - and unzipped my pants. She held my gaze as her fingers worked their way into my underwear and found my cock. Her lips neared mine and she stroked me slowly, though she didn't kiss me. She teased me with the idea of a kiss and the pleasure of a slow handjob.
Then she surprised me. "No, you can't have me."
She kept stroking me, though, even after denying me the pleasure of fucking her right there in the kitchen.
"I think we're going to buy this house, and I want the first time we fuck in our home to be special. I want it to be meaningful. I want it to reflect the nature of our marriage," she explained. "Which is why our first time in this house will be me taking you. It will be my cock inside you. It will be me showing you who's in charge, who makes the decisions in our marriage."
Her eyes were alive with pleasure as she imagined putting me in my place in our new home. I felt it, too, as the cock stroking unfolding in my pants suddenly felt a great deal more pleasurable. It's funny how a surge of arousal can do that.
Kara kissed me again - this time with great fervor - and hopped off the counter. She freed my cock from my pants, wrapped her fingers around it, and led me out of the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.
"Take your pants off," she instructed.
I did as my wife desired and I felt the thrill of doing so in a home that wasn't ours, a home that the real estate agent could have entered at any moment.
"Your shirt and underwear, too," Kara said.
I disrobed, set my clothes on the floor, and stood naked in front of my wife in the bedroom that we both hoped would soon be ours. She smiled, stepped closer, and ran her finger over the tip of my cock before stepping behind me. I closed my eyes as Kara kissed my neck and ran her hands over my stomach and chest. She pressed her body against mine and held me tight. It felt like she was taking possession of me, like she was asserting her dominance and ownership in a manner that I found intoxicating.
Kara then grabbed a tight fistful of my hair, walked me towards the bed, and roughly bent me over. I put my hands on the dark comforter that adorned the bed and Kara ran her hand down my back as she moved behind me.
She grabbed my hips, pulled back, and pressed her pelvis into my ass. "Maybe I'll take you like this," she said. "Bent over our new bed - we're getting a new king size bed if we move into this house - with my cock buried in your ass."
It was hard not to imagine that very thing playing out, and I have to admit I loved the idea of christening our bedroom with a strapon fucking. I'd fuck my wife in our new bedroom - we still had sex - but for the first time, she'd set the tone just like she'd done on our wedding night. She'd make sure that I understood my role even though we'd moved into a new house in a new neighborhood. She'd make sure that I understood that we weren't going to become boring, vanilla people just because we were moving to the suburbs, which is usually where boring, vanilla people lived.
"Crawl into the bed," she commanded.
I hastily did as instructed, crawling into the bed and looking over my shoulder at my beautiful dominant wife. Kara lifted her dress over her head and tossed it aside. I watched it float to the floor as Kara crawled into the bed behind me, grabbed my hips, and once again pressed her pelvis against my ass, assuming the dominant position she'd take on our first night in our new house.
She mimicked the movements of fucking me, thrusting back and forth and pulling my hips back to meet her pelvis. The whole thing was so fucking hot, in part because we were doing it in a house we didn't own.
Kara slowed her thrusts and I felt the warmth of her spit on my ass crack. It slowly dripped towards my hole and I looked back to see Kara lick her fingers before rubbing them over my anus.
"I just had another naughty idea," she said.
I moaned as she slipped a finger inside me. She pushed it deep and leaned forward to kiss my upper back, shoulders, and neck before adding a second finger.
"I think I'm going to invite someone over to help christen our new bedroom. Someone with a nice, big cock. Someone that can fuck your wife after I've shown you who owns your ass. Someone that will cuckold you on our very first night in this big, beautiful new house of ours," Kara said.
I moaned at the thought, both because Kara was vigorously fingering my asshole in a way I found quite pleasurable and because I'd come to love being cuckolded over the years since she'd first fucked another man. At the time I was honestly a little concerned that Kara might cease fucking other men, mostly because it seemed a little more dangerous to be fucking other people in the suburbs. Kara clearly had no intention of stopping, though.
"Would you like that?" she asked. "Would you like it if I pounded your tight little asshole and then cuckolded you in our new home?"
"Yes," I answered. My dick was hard and dripping precum onto the comforter beneath me. I wasn't thinking about the mess I was making, though. I didn't really care. I was too caught up in the pleasure of submitting to my wife.
"Would it turn you on to watch another man fuck your wife in our new bed?" she asked. "Would it turn you on to see his big dick stretching my wet pussy?"
"Yes, yes, yes," I said.
She added a third finger and fucked me faster. It hurt just a little, but I found pleasure in that, as I almost always did when offering my complete and total submission to Kara.
She buried her fingers inside me, sucked on my earlobe, and whispered, "And would it turn you on to watch him cum inside me? Would it turn you on to watch another man pump his hot cum into your wife's pussy?"
My cock jumped at the thought of witnessing such a deeply pleasurable thing. "Yes," I admitted.
Kara moaned and slowly fucked me with her fingers, pulling them all the way out before sliding them deep inside me once more. "And what if I made you clean his cum out of me, Finn?" she asked. "What if I ordered you to crawl between my legs and eat another man's cum out of my pussy?"
It was the first time she'd ever mentioned creampie cleanup. I'm familiar with it now, of course, but back then the notion had never come up. It seemed like it had been on her mind, though. In hindsight, it shouldn't have been surprising. By that point, she had a handful of lovers she had regular unprotected sex with, and given her dominant desires, it wasn't the slightest bit unusual that she wanted me to clean a load out of her.
"Would you eat another man's cum out of me, Finn? Would you be a good boy and clean my sloppy, slippery, messy cunt with your eager tongue?" she asked.
"Yes," I admitted. It shouldn't surprise you that the idea turned me on. Of course it did. I'm a submissive, through and through, and doing whatever it takes to make my wife happy is really all I care about in life.
"Fuck, I'm so wet," Kara said as she pulled her fingers from my ass.
She rolled me onto my back and for a moment I thought she was going to throw all her plans out the window and sit on my cock. She didn't, of course. She sat on my face instead. She rode my tongue hard and fast, spreading her juices all over my face and getting quite a bit of her mess on the bed, too. She enjoyed a thunderous climax atop my face, filling the bedroom - and probably the house - with her screams of pleasure as her thighs trembled on either side of my head.
She slid back, sat across my chest, and smiled as she ran her finger through some of the juices she'd left on my face. "What a good boy you are," she said, offering up the simple thrill of praise from the woman I adored more than any other. "And good boys deserve to cum. Would you like to cum?"
I nodded.
Kara scooted back until she'd cleared my toes and then grabbed my ankles and slowly rolled my body up until my feet were over my head and my stiff cock was just a handful of inches from my mouth.
She looked down at me from above, wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft, and stroked me slowly. "Open your mouth," she instructed.
I opened my mouth as the kinky excitement of what she was about to make me do washed over me. My dick throbbed in her hand and I felt my balls tighten in the way they do in the moments before I cum.
"I think you're going to look so good with cum all over your face," she said with a smile.
She teased the head of my cock, offering an intense thrill but stopping short of pushing me over the top. She was drawing it out as my body was folded up like a pretzel, as she possessed total control over me in a way we both found thrilling.
"Cum for me," Kara said as she tightened her grip and stroked me faster. "Cum on your face. Cum all over your face, Finn."
I closed my eyes and kept my mouth open as an orgasm washed over me. I thought of what Kara planned to do in that bedroom once we moved in. I thought of her fucking me, fucking someone else, and making me clean her messy pussy. I thought of all of it as hot cum splashed on my face. It was an experience unlike any other - taking a facial, that is - and in the moment it absolutely enhanced the pleasure of my orgasm, making it a far kinkier experience.
When I was finished, Kara moved to the side and released my legs. They fell to the bed and I smiled with my eyes still closed and my face covered in cum.
"I was right," she said. "You look exceptionally good covered in cum." I heard the distinct sound of Kara fingering her pussy. She was turned on again. Turned on by my willingness to take a facial, which was incredible. "I think we're going to have to do that again, Finn. Fuck...we're definitely going to have to do that again."
She moaned loudly and I reached up to wipe the cum off my eyelids so I could see her. I opened my eyes to see pure lust on my wife's face as she fingered her pussy at a furious pace.
I wanted to make her cum hard, so I took a risk. "I bet one of the guys you fuck would be willing to cum on my face," I said.
Kara smiled and an instant later she closed her eyes and a look of orgasmic pleasure washed over her face. She came. She came hard. She came hard while thinking about another man cumming on my face.
Yes, it was a potentially gross or strange thing to suggest, but I was seconds removed from giving myself a facial and the idea of taking one from another man didn't seem all that odd to me. I did get the opportunity to experience a facial from another man, though. It took a little while, but it happened. I'd planted the seed and it turned out that Kara enjoyed the idea enough that she made it happen.
We ended up buying that house, too, and our lives took a dramatically exciting turn just a few weeks after moving in, as our suburban neighborhood turned out to be wilder than we imagined possible. I'll tell you all about that next time, though.
