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Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 4
🕑 Added 2022-10-29 05:58:21 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Thank you for making dinner tonight," Anna said as she unbuttoned her blouse and grabbed a hanger from the closet.
Dean took a few moments to at his wife's breasts in the lovely black lace bra she'd worn to work before replying, "It was my pleasure. Thank you for being so complimentary."
Anna hung her blouse and paused for a moment in the closet doorway. She smiled at Dean and then strode towards him, pressed her body against his, and offered a lovely kiss. "You did the dishes, too, just like last night. I feel like you've been exceedingly helpful - and willing to take on a little more work around the house - in the past few days."
"Does that make you happy?" he asked.
Anna considered the question for a few moments and nodded. "I feel kind of bad, though, like I'm not pulling my weight around here. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well, now that you mention it, there is something you could do for me," he replied. "It might sound a little strange, but I'd love to give you a foot rub."
Anna offered a quizzical look - clearly his request had caught her off guard - but then her lips curled into a delicate smile and she stepped out of her heels and said, "Well, I'd have to be crazy to turn down a foot rub. Should I get in the bed?"
Dean nodded. "Can I take your skirt off first?"
Anna turned around and Dean unzipped her skirt, worked it over her hips, and slowly pulled it down her legs, exposing her ass in a black lace thong that matched her bra. It struck him as a fairly sexy underwear set to wear to work, but Dean wasn't about to complain about how amazing his wife looked without her clothes on.
Anna crawled into the bed while Dean hung her skirt in the closet. She had a delighted-looking smile on her face - like she was thoroughly amused with his exceptionally helpful behavior - and that smile brightened a little as he crawled into the bed after her and got into position to take her feet into his lap and offer a rub.
"Oh, wow," Anna said as Dean pressed his thumbs into her heel and ran them all the way up to her toes.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
Anna closed her eyes, leaned against the headboard, and said, "It feels amazing. I forgot how good a foot rub can feel after a long day in high heels."
There was nothing sexual about what they were doing, but Dean still felt a touch of the submission he'd come to crave, for he was bringing his wife pleasure without any hope of something in return, outside of a chance to offer her sexual pleasure should he manage to arouse her.
"I could do it more often," Dean said. "Rub your feet, I mean. If it would make your life a little better, I'd have no problem rubbing your feet every day when you get home from work, or after dinner, or before bed, or whenever you want, really."
Anna opened her eyes and studied Dean for a handful of seconds. He wasn't sure if she was confused or just a little wary of what he was offering, but he understood why it might seem a little unusual. After all, though he'd long wanted to worship his wife, he'd never taken a service-oriented approach, not until Scarlett opened his eyes to just how thrilling true submission could be.
"Do you really mean that?" Anna asked.
"I do," he answered. "In fact, it would make me happy to rub your feet every day, especially if you enjoy it as much as you seem to be enjoying it right now." He switched to her other foot and again Anna closed her eyes, leaned back, and let out a long, slow, satisfied moan.
"I can't even explain how good this feels," she said. "So yes, I do enjoy it, and yes, I would enjoy it if you rubbed my feet every day. I'm pretty sure every married woman on the planet would enjoy a foot rub from her husband on a daily basis."
Dean ran his fingers past her ankles and rubbed the insides of both her calves, generating yet another beautiful, satisfied moan from his wife. It wasn't quite a sexual sound, though it wasn't far off. Dean was making his wife feel exceptionally good.
"I feel bad, though," Anna said. "I mean, it's work to give a foot rub every day, isn't it?"
"Why do you feel bad?" he asked. "If I'm offering a foot rub, I mean. It's not like you'd be forcing me. I'm doing it because I want to."
He saw disbelief on his wife's face, like she genuinely didn't understand how he could enjoy offering her the service of rubbing her feet each and every day. "I guess I should just embrace the fact that my husband is saying he wants to rub my feet, and I don't really know why that's hard for me to do. I just...I guess I can't quite escape the notion that you're doing it because you want something."
Dean smiled and lifted his wife's foot. He offered a soft kiss on the tip of her big toe and then worked his way down the line. As he did, Anna smiled and she seemed to relax just a little, as if she was slowly accepting the idea that Dean really just wanted to make her feel good.
"What I want - and I truly mean this - is to make you feel good, Anna," Dean explained. "Rubbing your feet makes you feel good, which makes me feel good." He ran his hands up her calves and just past her knees, rubbing her thighs for a few moments before sitting back and returning to rubbing the soles of her feet. "I know it might be hard to understand, but, for me, there's genuine satisfaction in taking some time out of my day to make you feel good."
"You are making me feel good," Anna replied. He leaned forward and ran his fingers up her legs and to her thighs once more. This time, Anna closed her eyes and moaned just a little. "The more you rub me, the better it feels, honestly."
Dean wasn't sure if Anna was getting turned on, but he was hopeful. It seemed like there was a chance he was getting her worked up in the best way possible, and that she might actually welcome him between her legs. After all, she was dressed in a bra and a pair of panties and she seemed to be in a very good mood.
"It's by no means a necessity, but there is one thing you could do for me," Dean said.
"What's that?" Anna asked with just a hint apprehension, as if she was waiting for him to reveal that he'd actually been rubbing her in hopes of getting a blowjob.
"Like I said, it's not a necessity because I really do find pleasure in rubbing your feet and legs, but I'd also really enjoy going down on you," he explained.
"Just going down on me?" she asked.
"Well, going down on you and making you cum," Dean replied. "The last part's important."
Anna studied him intently as if she was attempting to divine Dean's true intentions. She really wasn't like Scarlett, who'd seen Dean for who he really was - a man with a submissive streak that desperately wanted to worship a woman - and who'd offered him that pleasure without hesitation. Scarlett would be leaving in less than a week, though, and Dean knew he'd miss being able to offer his submissive devotion to a woman once she was gone.
"Do you not believe me?" Dean asked. "That I'd enjoy going down on you just for the sake of making you cum?"
Anna looked a bit sheepish, like she was embarrassed that she didn't believe him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know why, but I do have a hard time believing that a man would go down on a woman just because he wants to."
"You figure I want something in return, like a blowjob or sex, or something like that?" Dean asked.
Anna nodded.
"Would you be willing to let me try, Anna?" he asked. "Because while it might be hard to believe, I do want to go down on you just for the pleasure of making you cum. It really, really turns me on. I mean, even the pleasure of rubbing your feet turns me on a little, but being between your legs and...and licking your pussy, and tasting you, and seeing how good it makes you feel, and hearing you moan...that all really turns me on."
Anna pulled her feet from Dean's lap and smiled as she yanked her panties off and spread her legs. "Okay. You can go down on me."
Dean didn't waste a moment's time. He moved between her legs, settled onto his stomach, and noted his wife's arousal - her labia were swollen and he could see the wetness between them - before gently kissing her pussy a handful of times.
He was tempted to tell his wife how beautiful her pussy was and how much he loved it, but Dean worried that it would be too much, that he'd come off as disingenuous instead of worshipful, so he kept quiet and let his tongue do the talking.
Anna moaned and Dean looked up to see her eyelids fluttering as her lips parted to let the sounds of pleasure escape. He ran his fingers up the smooth, warm skin of her thighs and gently licked her clit, providing a sensual massage aimed at slowly building her arousal. In a way, Dean was being selfish, for he wanted to spend as much time as possible worshiping his wife's pussy, so he was in no rush to make her cum.
"Mmm, that feels so good," Anna said softly.
Dean slipped two fingers into his wife's pussy and gently fucked her, pushing deep enough to generate friction against her g-spot with each penetration. That seemed to help Anna ascend to a higher place of pleasure as she grasped her breast with one hand and ran her fingers through Dean's hair with the other.
He moaned at her touch, in part because he loved the idea of his wife's hand in his hair as he worshiped her pussy. Anna seemed to notice as she let her hand rest on the back of his head, offering the gentlest form of control and giving Dean just a small touch of the submissive pleasure he so desperately craved.
"Dean...baby...I'm close," Anna said. Her legs spread open a little wider and she slipped her fingers into her bra to play with her nipple as a louder moan escaped her lips.
Right before she came, Anna grabbed a handful of Dean's hair. He moaned into her pussy - it was a real, pure moan that he had no control over - and he fucked her a little faster with his fingers while maintaining a delicate rhythm against her clit right up until she filled their bedroom with a series of rather loud moans.
Dean sat up on his elbows and smiled at his wife as she came down from her orgasm. When her eyes opened, Anna stared right at him, ran her fingers through his hair, and said, "That was exceptional. Thank you."
"I mean it when I say that it was my pleasure, Anna. More than I could probably explain, if I'm being honest," he replied.
Anna leaned forward, kissed the top of his head, and said, "I believe you, and thank you again."
She kissed him on the tips, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. Dean watched her go as a bright smile broke across his face. It wasn't everything he wanted, but Anna had let him worship her pussy, and that was a big step in the right direction.
Scarlett strode into the kitchen just a few minutes after Anna left for work the next morning. She wore a sheer pink bra and a matching pair of panties and it looked as if she'd just stepped out of the pages of a lingerie catalog. There was a smile on her face, too, and Dean suspected that smile was because she knew exactly how good she looked and how difficult it was for him to think of anything other than worshiping her.
Without saying a word, Scarlett picked up the iced coffee Dean had prepared for her, took a sip, and smiled at him. She came a few steps closer, dipped her index finger in the coffee, and then gently rubbed it over Dean's lips. The tip of her finger slipped into his mouth and he sucked on it as Scarlett stared into his eyes.
"It sounded like you made my sister cum quite hard last night," Scarlett said softly. "It seems like she was more than happy to let you worship her. Did that make you happy, Dean?"
He nodded with her finger slowly moving in and out of his mouth.
Scarlett smiled, pushed her finger as deep as it could go, and gently pulled it out before asking, "I'm dying to know, whose pussy tastes better? Mine, or my sister's?"
"Anna's pussy is a little sweeter," Dean answered.
"And whose ass tastes better?" Scarlett asked.
"Yours," he replied.
She smiled, stepped back, and said, "Get on your knees."
Dean dropped to his knees and Scarlett spun around, presenting her ass, which was nearly bare, with only a small strip of fabric running down the crack.
"Kiss my ass," she said.
Dean leaned forward and kissed his sister-in-law's perfect ass. He kissed it over and over and then she reached back, put a hand on the back of his head, and pushed hard until his face was between her tight ass cheeks and he was being smothered. Dean tried to get a taste of her asshole, but the thong covered it, leaving him licking the delicate fabric instead.
Scarlett stepped away and sat in the one of the chairs at the kitchen table. She crossed her legs, sat back, and sipped her coffee as Dean remained on his knees and stared at the woman who'd fully unlocked his desire to submit. "I was thinking of going on a date this afternoon," she said.
"A date?" Dean asked.
Scarlett nodded. "I've found a few guys on Tinder that seem worthy of my time."
"So...are you looking to...are you trying to..."
"Am I looking to get fucked?" Scarlett said. "Is that what you're trying to ask?"
Dean nodded.
"Yes, Dean, I'm looking to get fucked. Were you under the impression that I was celibate? Does it strike you as strange that I'd want to feel a nice big cock in my pussy?" she asked.
"No...no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," he replied.
Scarlett smiled. "I like to fuck, Dean. In fact, I think it would be fair to say that I love to fuck. There's a certain type of man I look for when I'm in the mood to get fucked. A strong, alpha male type. The kind that knows what to do with a woman's body, that knows how to make her feel like a woman. Sometimes, I just need to get fucked, and since I'm on vacation I figured I'd treat myself to an afternoon of fun with that type of man."
She set her coffee on the table, stood, and slowly approached Dean with a smile on her face. "You know, you're responsible for this, Dean."
"I am?" he asked.
Scarlett nodded. "Playing with you has got me all hot and bothered. I'm turned on all the time, and while your tongue is an absolute treat, it's just not the same as getting fucked by an alpha male. So, in a way, you should be proud of yourself. You served like a good boy, you made my pussy feel good, and your willingness to worship my sweaty ass and let me piss in your coffee has left me so turned on that I need to get fucked."
Scarlett reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair. She stepped closer and pulled back so Dean was looking straight up at her.
"I was thinking I'd enjoy playing with you when my date was over," she said. "I was thinking I'd come home and I'd let that eager tongue of yours taste the pussy that another man just pounded." Scarlett slipped her foot between his legs and teased Dean's cock with her toes and asked, "Does that excite you, Dean? Do you want to put your tongue in my pussy after an alpha male has given me a good pounding and made my legs tremble with pleasure?"
"Yes," Dean admitted. The idea had never occurred to him, and yet it sounded like the hottest thing in the world when Scarlett said it.
Scarlett stepped back, bent over, and said, "Open your mouth."
Dean did so and she immediately spit in it. Her lips curled into a devilish smile as his head snapped back from the surprise of receiving her fluids. She pushed two fingers into his mouth a moment later and Dean closed his lips around them and sucked.
"I'm meeting him for lunch," she explained. "Then we'll almost certainly go back to his place. He'll fuck me. I'll cum all over his cock, and I'll make sure he has an orgasm he won't soon forget. Then I'll bring my pussy back to you, Dean, and you can put your tongue inside me and lick where another's man's dick was."
Dean moaned as Scarlett once again teased his cock with her toes.
"First, though, I'd like you to eat my ass while I put my makeup on. How would you like that, Dean?" she asked.
"I'd love that," he replied as Scarlett pulled her fingers from his mouth and wiped the saliva on his face.
"Very good then," she said before turning, grabbing her coffee, and heading out of the room. "Crawl behind me."
Dean crawled behind his sister-in-law as his dick throbbed. He couldn't believe his excitement at what Scarlett had planned. The whole thing seemed so dirty - and a little bit scary - and yet he was immensely aroused and in a headspace where he felt willing to do just about anything, so he couldn't wait to see how it all played out.
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MrTwister
Amazing series of the story 🥰
