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She Makes the Rules - Part 14
🕑 Added 2022-04-20 06:13:34 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Paul heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen and he smiled. Someone – Hannah, he hoped – had been lured out of bed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Breakfast would soon follow, as Paul had been instructed to cook a delicious morning meal for his wife and her lover, and he wasn’t about to disobey one of Hannah’s instructions.
“Good morning,” a soft, slightly sleepy voice said.
Paul looked over his shoulder to see Hannah approaching in a short, white satin robe with the most delicate lace trim. He watched that lace dance over her upper thighs – the robe showed off a great deal of skin – as she approached the coffee maker. It wasn’t until she got close that Paul noticed his wife’s nipples were hard. It wasn’t particularly cold in the house, so perhaps she and Julian had done a little fooling around before Hannah rolled out of bed.
“Good morning,” he replied before peeling the plastic off the mushroom container and pouring them out onto the cutting board.
Hannah stepped behind him, wrapped her arms around Paul, and held him close for a few moments as he savored the feeling of her satin robe against his skin. “I’d prefer it if you were naked,” she said before slipping her fingers into the waistband of his boxers – the only item of clothing he had on – and pulling them down. Her fingers then moved between his legs to grasp his caged cock as she kissed his neck. That alone was enough to send blood surging to his soft shaft and a mild pain followed. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”
Paul groaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain that now occupied his loins. Hannah kissed his neck again and he felt her nipples pressing into his back, indicating that stripping him naked and teasing his cock had led to a healthy dose of arousal.
“What are you making?” Hannah asked.
“Scrambled eggs with sautéed mushrooms and tomatoes and a little bit of fresh-grated parmesan over the top,” Paul answered. “Plus I’ll toast up a little bit of that sourdough baguette we got a few days ago.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious,” Hannah said as she caressed his balls, deepening Paul’s arousal and the frustration that came with it. “I’m famished, and I’m sure Julian is too. He put in a lot of effort to satisfy your wife last night.”
Paul turned his head and smiled. “I know. I heard.” He’d watched the first time they’d fucked – and cleaned up the mess Julian left inside Hannah – but after that Paul had been excused from the master bedroom. He’d spent the night in the guest room and he’d listened as Hannah and Julian fucked three more times before sleep claimed them. All the while Paul’s cock had throbbed in its cage, which felt a little tighter than usual thanks to it having been nearly two weeks since he’d climaxed.
“Did you?” Hannah asked with obvious amusement in her voice. She released Paul’s testicles and ran her hand up his back and into his hair. She grabbed a handful of it and pulled back gently until he was staring up at the ceiling. “Did you enjoy listening to another man fuck me in our bed?”
“Yes,” Paul answered. He’d long since embraced his enjoyment of being cuckolded and the previous night had been thoroughly enjoyable, though of course it came with equal parts frustration as his cock had spent a great deal of time aching in its cage.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked four times in one night,” Hannah said as she tightened her grip on Paul’s hair. She grasped his ass with her free hand and a moment after releasing his flesh he felt her bare breasts against his back. She must have loosened her robe and let it fall open. “You’ve certainly never fucked me four times in one night. I think two is the most you could ever manage, though you’re certainly not the kind of man Julian is, are you Paul?”
Paul grasped the edge of the counter as blood surged to his cock and attempted to bring it to an erect state. He groaned at the aching pain between his legs and answered, “No, I’m not.”
Hannah pressed her naked body against his, kissed Paul’s neck and then gently bit his flesh and sucked hard, causing just a bit of pain along with a rather potent wave of pleasure. “You’re both equally useful, though,” she said softly. “Don’t forget that. A woman like me – a truly dominant woman – needs a submissive husband. She needs a man that’s eager to do exactly as he’s told. And you’re that man, Paul. After all, you’re locked in a cock cage and cooking breakfast for me and my lover.”
“Yes, I am,” Paul answered. “And I’m happy to do it.”
Hannah released his hair and stepped away. Paul spun around – he desperately wanted to see his wife’s naked body – and Hannah put her hands on her hips, offering him a full, beautiful view of her breasts, her taut stomach, and her labia, which looked puffy with desire.
“Would you like a quick taste before you make breakfast?” Hannah asked.
“Yes,” Paul replied with a nod.
“Then why don’t you get on your knees for me,” she suggested.
Paul fell to his knees and Hannah stepped close enough that he could feel the warmth emanating from her thighs. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair before grasping it and pulling back until he looked up at her.
“Julian fucked me four times in our bed last night,” she said. “He almost fucked me again this morning, but I was too hungry. I did suck on his cock a little, though, so he’s definitely going to fuck me again before he leaves, as I didn’t make him cum. Why don’t you use your tongue to get me nice and wet for when Julian does fuck me?”
Hannah was a little rough as she pulled Paul’s face between her legs, but that only served to thrill him. He’d grown used to her being in charge and he liked it when she was aggressive with him. He instantly pushed his tongue into her pussy and was greeted with a slightly musky taste, likely the result of four loads of cum being injected into her the night before. Most of it had certainly leaked out, but she hadn’t showered and the smell of sex emanated from between her legs in the most potent, arousing manner. It served as a reminder that another man had fucked her over and over the night before, and that reminder helped deepen Paul’s arousal as he tongue fucked his wife.
“Well, look who’s having a particularly delicious breakfast,” Julia said as he stepped into the room.
Hannah looked over her shoulder and smiled as she kept her grip on Paul’s hair while he tongue fucked her perfect pussy. “I thought he deserved a taste before he makes us breakfast,” she said. “After all, he got up and started preparations exactly as I instructed him to do last night, and when my husband behaves as I instruct, he should be rewarded.”
“He’s a lucky man to have a wife like you,” Julian said.
Hannah tightened her grip and pulled Paul closer, smothering him with her pussy lips as his nose pressed into her pelvis. “Yes, he is,” she replied. “He’s a very lucky man, but I think he knows that.”
She stepped back with her fingers still entwined in his hair and asked, “You know that you’re a lucky man, don’t you Paul?”
“Yes,” he answered. “I do. I really do, Hannah.”
Julian stepped behind her and moved his hands to her waist as he kissed Hannah’s neck. She smiled as his fingers slowly made their way up her stomach until he’d taken both her breasts in his hand. “I’m a lucky man too,” he said.
“And I’m a lucky woman to have met you,” Hannah replied. “After all, I get the best of both worlds now. I have a loyal, obedient husband that understands that I make the rules in our marriage, and I have a lover that knows how to fuck me like no man ever has. What else could a woman want?”
“I’m not sure,” Julian said between soft kisses against her neck.
“You know, it was fun sucking your cock this morning, and I have to admit that I enjoyed it even more knowing I was blowing you in the bed that I usually share with my husband,” Hannah said.
Paul’s cock ached so intensely that he reached down instinctively to try and relieve the pain. There was no relief to be had, though, for his body simply would not stop sending blood to the area to try and achieve an erection. Over and over that erection was defeated, leaving Paul with a throb that simply wouldn’t go away.
“I think I’d like to suck your cock again,” Hannah continued. “I think it might be fun to go down on you while Paul is cooking us breakfast.”
Julian released Hannah’s breasts from his grasp, stepped back, and sat at the kitchen table with a smile on his face and an already erect cock making a bulge in his underwear.
“You may cook us breakfast,” Hannah said as she turned her attention to Paul once more. “You’re welcome to turn and watch as I suck my lover’s cock as long as it doesn’t distract you from preparing our food. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Paul answered with a nod. “I understand.”
Hannah released his hair and turned to Julian. She dropped to her knees in front of him, lowered his underwear, and took his cock in her mouth. Paul watched his wife pleasure her lover for a few moments, but he knew better than to luxuriate in the sight of her offering oral sex. He stood and turned to the counter. He put a pan on the burner, turned up the heat, and sliced the mushrooms. Soon enough they were sizzling in a bit of olive oil and he dumped cherry tomatoes onto the cutting board and sliced them swiftly.
“Fuck, Hannah, that’s amazing,” Julian said with obvious pleasure in his voice.
Paul looked over his shoulder and watched his wife’s head bob up and down in her lover’s lap. Her hand moved in concert with her mouth as her saliva lubricated his shaft, making it easy to offer Julian enhanced pleasure.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Hannah asked as she pulled her mouth from her lover’s cock and looked towards her husband.
“Yes,” Paul answered.
“Come and kiss me,” she said.
Paul rushed over, leaned down, and kissed his wife. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, sharing the taste of Julian’s precum and her spit. As the kiss ended Hannah pulled her fingers from her lover’s cock and shoved them in Paul’s mouth. He sucked hard and she smiled.
“I love that you know to suck without even being told,” she noted. “I guess all that practice with the strapon is paying off.” She pulled her fingers from his mouth and added, “Now get back to the stove and finish our breakfast like a good boy.”
Paul rushed back to the stove, checked to see that the mushrooms were finished sautéing, and moved them to a plate. He added a little more olive oil to the pan and added the sliced tomatoes. He stirred them, added a touch of salt, and grabbed a bowl to crack four eggs into. He grabbed them from the refrigerator as the sounds of his wife’s cocksucking and Julian’s moans filled the kitchen. The erotic aural symphony made it hard to concentrate on the task at hand, but Paul tried his best to push aside the sounds of lust in the name of cooking as his wife had demanded.
Paul whisked four eggs together, moved the now jammy tomatoes to the same plate as the mushrooms, put a little butter in the pan, and added the eggs. He stirred them gently and looked over his shoulder to see Hannah gently sucking on Julian’s balls while she stroked his cock and looked into his eyes. It was a hugely erotic sight – Hannah’s eagerness to pleasure another man had become increasingly arousing for Paul – and he felt a renewed surge of pain between his legs.
Turning back to the stove, Paul added the mushrooms and tomatoes to the eggs and stirred everything together. He then added the freshly grated parmesan, popped a few slices of the sourdough loaf into the toaster and pulled two plates from the cabinet.
“I’m almost disappointed that breakfast is just about ready,” Julian said.
“Don’t worry,” Hannah replied, “you’ll get to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy before long. You’ll get to cum inside me again, too, and then Paul will get to enjoy his breakfast.”
“Oh yeah?” Julian asked. “He’s not getting to eat any of what he just cooked?”
Hannah chuckled. “Not today. Your cum is the only thing my cuckold husband gets to eat this morning.”
Paul plated the eggs and sourdough and delivered them to the table as Hannah took her seat. He poured them both coffees as they dug in and delivered those as well.
“It’s delicious,” Julian said.
“It is,” Hannah agreed. “Well done. Why don’t you crawl under the table and put your tongue in my pussy while we finish eating?”
Paul did just that. It was a little humiliating, of course, but he wasn’t above embracing humiliation at his wife’s command. While he gently licked her pussy, she and Julian enjoyed their breakfast and a bit of conversation as if Paul wasn’t even there. They continued to talk after they’d finished too as they sipped their coffees and chatted like a couple, all while Paul remained on his knees, almost entirely silent except for the occasional sound of his tongue lapping at Hannah’s pussy.
“Are you hungry, Paul?” Hannah asked long after Paul had crawled under the table.
“I am,” he answered.
“For Julian’s cum?” she asked.
“Yes,” Paul replied.
Hannah chuckled and pushed her chair back. She stood and Julian followed as they left the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. “Come, cuckold,” she said. “You can watch him fuck me and then you can eat your creamy breakfast from my pussy.”
Paul rushed out from under the table and followed his wife and her lover to the bedroom they’d shared the night before. Hannah pushed the satin robe off her shoulders and it gently fell to the floor before she climbed into the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. Julian pushed his underwear to the floor, moved between Hannah’s legs, and slipped into her soaking wet pussy with ease.
Hannah turned to Paul, moaned, pointed to the floor by the bed, and said, “Watch from your knees.”
Paul rushed towards the bed and dropped to his knees. Hannah smiled and reached up to caress his face for a moment as Julian fucked her. He stared into his wife’s eyes and watched as the pleasure of being penetrated washed over her. She smiled and her eyes slowly closed. Her hand fell away from Paul’s face as she sank deeper into the beautiful sensations that no doubt coursed through her body.
“Fuck me, Julian,” she said. “Fuck me and cum inside me. Give my husband a delicious, creamy breakfast to enjoy straight out of my pussy.”
Julian responded by fucking Hannah harder and faster. The sound of their bodies meeting over and over filled the bedroom. Her moans deepened as she arched her back and pushed her hips upwards to meet her lover’s thrusts. She ran her fingers down Julian’s back and grasped his ass. He took one of her breasts in his hand and played with the soft flesh as their lips met for a deeply passionate kiss with a wealth of tongue.
They climaxed at almost the same time. Hannah arrived at her orgasm a split second after Julian buried his cock inside her and unleashed a series of low moans while filling her with the breakfast that Paul would soon dine on. They both looked utterly joyful at having fucked for a fifth time in roughly twelve hours. Paul was joyful at being permitted to watch for a second time.
After taking their time in enjoying their climaxes, Julian kissed Hannah and pulled out. “Jump in the shower,” she said. “I’ll join you after he eats his breakfast.”
“Of course,” Julian replied before backing out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Hannah turned to Paul, smiled, and said, “Are you still hungry?”
“Ravenous,” he replied.
“Good. Come eat your breakfast. Come clean my pussy,” she said with a smile.
Paul hopped to his feet, crawled into the bed, and hungrily pushed his tongue into Hannah’s pussy. He lapped up every drop of Julian’s cum he could find, all while she gently ran her fingers through his hair and smiled like she was gleefully happy at his eagerness to devour her messy cunt.
“Does it taste good?” she asked. “Did Julian make a delicious breakfast for you?”
“Yes,” Paul answered as he licked some of Julian’s cum from his lips. “Thank you for letting me clean you.”
Hannah smiled brightly. “You’re welcome. Thank you for following the rules last night and staying in the guest room while Julian fucked me in our marital bed. Thank you for following the rules and cooking breakfast for us this morning. And thank you for eating my pussy while I enjoyed breakfast with my lover.”
“You know I love to follow your rules,” Paul replied.
“Yes, I do,” she said softly. “Now finish your breakfast so I can shower with Julian. There’s a chance I can get that beautiful cock of his hard again so he can fuck me one more time before he has to go home.”
Paul returned to his wife’s pussy and cleaned voraciously, consuming his breakfast, which was absolutely the only food Hannah would allow him to eat that morning. After all, she made the rules and he wasn’t about to break them.
