Becca Bellamy
patreon
Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 6
🕑 Added 2022-09-05 06:25:39 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
You know, when I first heard that Kara was a teacher, I figured that she'd be fairly conservative, sexually speaking. That was a silly assumption, of course, but I probably would have assumed that about any teacher. I guess because teachers really can't be openly sexual at work. It's not good for the students, after all.
Some teachers, though, wouldn't have been bold enough to wear the Little Red Riding Hood costume Kara wore for Halloween. Some wouldn't have wanted their picture taken in that kind of costume, as parents sometimes peruse social media looking for reasons to be angry, and a teacher in a sexy outfit is as good a (stupid) reason as any.
Kara wore it, though, and she wore it well. We'd been invited to a party in Cambridge. It was a friend of a friend and he had some serious money, because his place was big. Really big. It wasn't furnished in a moneyed kind of way, but that's probably because the guy was in his late 20s and single and he almost certainly didn't give a damn about home decor.
Anyway, before we even got there Kara's costume drew a few stares, including from the cab driver, who actually looked over his shoulder to check out her legs when she got in the cab. Thankfully, it didn't feel anywhere near as creepy as it sounds. The guy was actually really friendly. He even gave us a few tips on how to catch a cab when drunk, I think because he assumed we'd be getting drunk at whatever party we were going to.
"Did you see him checking me out?" Kara asked as we got out of the cab.
"I did," I said while noticing the rather giddy smile on her face. "Did you like that he was checking you out?"
She took my hand, smiled, and said, "I didn't not like it."
I felt a little ridiculous in my costume, though I knew it was effective. I was a slightly scary-looking version of the Big Bad Wolf, and I was covered from head to toe. The head of the costume had eyeholes that I could see through, but it was fairly limited, to be honest, and I figured it wouldn't be long before I took the head off and carried it under my arm as we partied.
I mentioned that the party's host didn't care much for home decor. He did, however, care very much about throwing a killer party and he's gone all out with the Halloween decorations. He'd changed every single light bulb in the house, going with Halloween colors. A few were strobing. There were cobwebs hanging everywhere. There were a few cauldrons that he must have filled with dry ice so they'd spill fog everywhere. He'd gotten a few lifelike monster statues to put around the house, too. There was a mummy in one corner, a witch hanging out in the kitchen, and a vampire in what looked like a library, though the shelves didn't contain many books. The point is, he'd gone all out to ensure that he was hosting a killer Halloween party.
Kara and I got lots of compliments on our couples costume, though there was no question more people looked at her. Of course they did. She looked astoundingly sexy, and not in an overtly slutty way, which was definitely the sort of outfit this particular crowd appreciated.
Now, it will not surprise you to learn that Kara got lots of looks from guys. And when I say lots, I really mean lots. I'm fairly certain that every single guy looked at her. She was unquestionably among the sexiest girls at the party, and I'm biased, but I feel like she was the one exuding the most confidence. In truth, her confidence had skyrocketed since our sex life had expanded to include her more dominant desires, which of course melded quite nicely with my previously unexplored submissive needs. That confidence seemed to do wonders for her at the party, as suddenly everyone wanted to talk with her.
At one point, I stepped away from Kara to refill our drinks. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into an old friend and we got to talking. It ended up being a ten minute conversation, but I knew Kara wouldn't be all that concerned. She'd been talking with a group of friends when I left.
By the time I refilled our drinks and made my way back to where Kara had been, she was gone, and her friends were gone too. She'd clearly moved on to another conversation, so I set about searching the party. It took a while, and I spilled some of my drink when someone bumped into me, but eventually I found Kara in the library, which had been transformed into a spooky version of a library, including the aforementioned vampire.
She wasn't talking to a group of friends anymore. Instead, it was just one guy. He was dressed as a baseball player - and old timey baseball player, I believe - and it seemed immediately apparent that it was a more intimate conversation. They were standing close together - in part so they could hear each other, I'm sure - and he was leaning towards her a little, like he was subconsciously showing his interest.
I didn't recognize the guy and I had no idea if Kara knew him. All I knew was that he appeared to be trying his best to convince my girlfriend that he was worthy of being more than friends with. It wasn't aggressive, or anything. He wasn't trying to grab her tits or put a hand under her dress. It just seemed clear to me - from across the room - that he was very interested in Kara and he was trying to make that perfectly clear, and to be charming enough that she'd be interested in him too.
Kara wasn't the type of girl to let herself be trapped in a conversation like that if she wanted out, though. Which meant she wasn't necessarily put off by the guy's attempts to prove himself worthy of her affection. From my vantage point I had a partial profile view of her, which meant I couldn't quite see her face to discern if she was enjoying herself or feeling a little irritated.
I got the evidence I needed pretty quickly, though. The guy leaned in a little closer and reached up to pluck something from Kara's cheek. It was probably an eyelash, as he held his fingers in front of her after grabbing it. Kara then pursed her lips and gently blew on his fingers, presumably doing that old thing where you make a wish when you find an eyelash that's fallen out.
Now, if Kara was bothered by this guy, she wouldn't have let him touch her like that, and she certainly wouldn't have participated in the make a wish part of it. The guy was executing a classic flirtatious move, the kind you do when you're trying to see if a girl is interested in you, and from my point of view, Kara made it seem like she was interested.
Now here's the weird part. I know that I should have reacted with some mixture of jealousy and perhaps a little bit of anger towards the guy. After all, Kara was my girlfriend and he was clearly trying to pick her up. He probably didn't know she had a boyfriend, but you're not supposed to think about stuff like that when you see a guy trying to pick up your girlfriend. You're supposed to react instinctively. I didn't react that way, though.
I felt the jealousy. I mean, obviously I did. I think the fact that Kara looked so hot actually made the jealousy a little worse, but I definitely felt it. I wasn't angry, though. I was...well, I'm not really sure. Intrigued, I guess. There was something captivating about watching her do a little flirting with someone else. The interaction between them was fairly...intimate, too. They were talking closely. When he reached up to pluck the eyelash from her face, he did it in a remarkably gentle manner. Honestly, it was the kind of thing that's often followed by a kiss, and yet I didn't react like someone else was about to kiss my girlfriend. I reacted like I was watching something utterly fascinating.
It took a few minutes for Kara to glance towards the doorway and notice. My costume was not the sort that blended in. Here's the thing, though. She didn't immediately tell the guy she had to go when she saw me. Instead, she stared for a few seconds, offered a quick, almost naughty smile, and turned back to the guy in the baseball costume to keep talking to him. She didn't gesture towards me to say that her boyfriend was waiting. She didn't end the conversation. It didn't look like it even changed.
I was confused, but there was something else, too. It was a little hint of excitement. Excitement I couldn't even begin to explain in the moment. Excitement I didn't even remotely understand. It was definitely excitement, though. The kind that makes your heart beat a little faster, that heightens your senses, and that deepened my focus on Kara and the guy she was talking to.
She moved a little closer to him not long after noticing me. He took note of that and smiled just a little, but of course he did. The most beautiful girl at the party had just shown an interest in being closer to him.
At one point he must have said something a little bit funny, because Kara laughed and leaned in while she did so. She reached out and touched his arm in that gentle kind of way a girl does when she's being flirty. She hadn't done that prior to my arrival, which made it seem like she was doing it for my benefit, or to tease me in some way. I'm not sure what her intentions were, but I certainly felt something. My heart started pounding harder, and that level of excitement I felt absolutely increased.
I know other people were coming into the library and a few of them even said 'hello' to me, but I swear, I barely noticed them. I was so caught up in watching Kara and the other guy flirting that I had tunnel vision.
At some point - and I'm really not sure how much time had passed - I realized I was a little bit turned on. That brought about a deeper level of confusion. Why would I be turned on watching Kara flirt with someone? Why would I enjoy seeing her touch him? Of course, I wasn't really thinking about that in the moment. I was just feeling things.
It was soon after that realization on my part that the guy reached up and gently brushed Kara's hair back as he leaned in. He paused for a moment with his lips just a few inches from hers. He was giving her a chance to back out of the kiss, but she didn't. Instead, she put her hand on his arm, seemingly letting him know she wanted to kiss him.
The moment when their lips met was an experience unlike any other for me. She knew I was standing there, so I didn't have this sense that she was cheating on me or purposefully trying to piss me off, so I didn't feel any anger. Instead, I felt a fairly intense - and unexpected - kind of arousal. There was anxiety in there with it, though.
You know what's weird, though? The anxiety went away when the first kiss between them transitioned into a second. After the first kiss his lips remained close to Kara's as their eyes met. He seemed to be studying her level of desire for a second before he went back again. The second kiss was hotter. It involved tongue. It involved their bodies pressing together and one of his hands moving to her lower back.
I don't know why, but something about the passion in that kiss made every bit of my anxiety just disappear. An even deeper level of arousal took its place. I was legitimately turned on, which was crazy. It was completely and utterly insane to feel that way, and yet I felt it. In that moment, I was thankful for the costume, as it mostly hid the burgeoning - and embarrassing - erection I'd sprouted while watching.
Kara looked my way after the second kiss and the guy moved in to kiss her neck. Her eyes fluttered and her lips parted as if she was moaning, all while she looked right at me.
Then she seemed to snap out of it. A guilty look washed over her face. She backed away from the guy, offered an apologetic look and walked away. He looked confused, but of course he did.
"I'm sorry," Kara said as she walked up to me, took the drink I'd gotten her, and threw just about all of it back. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what I was doing."
She seemed overwhelmed with guilt, to the point that she turned and walked away before I could say anything. I followed, but she was moving quickly and the head of my costume made it hard to see, so I couldn't catch up to Kara until she was in the backyard. She was sitting on a bench with her head in her hands when I finally found her.
I sat, took off the Big Bad Wolf head, and set it on the bench next to me. I put my arm around her and she mumbled something about being so sorry. I honestly didn't feel like she had anything to be sorry about, and I could only think of one way to communicate that. So, after making sure we were relatively alone in the backyard, I took one of her hands and put it between my legs.
Kara seemed a little bit confused as she looked up at me and asked, "Is that...are you hard?"
"Yes," I answered.
"From...wait, why are you hard?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I can explain why," I said. "I just know that it happened while I was watching you kiss him. In particular the second kiss. I really, truly don't have even the slightest understanding of my body's reaction to what I watched, but I feel like you don't really have anything to apologize for. I mean, that probably sounds really weird - like, really weird - but I guess maybe it shouldn't be too much of a surprise that I reacted a little bit differently to that than most guys would have."
Kara gently stroked my cock through the costume and I moaned. It felt spectacular. Like, completely and utterly spectacular. She smiled, seemingly because she believed me and had been relieved of some of her guilt.
Then Kara took my hand and guided it under her dress and between her legs. My fingers pressed against her panties and I felt the wetness I assumed she was trying to demonstrate for me. I wasn't content to merely feel the wetness, though, so when she released her grip on my wrist I pulled aside her panties and slipped two fingers into her pussy. I moved slowly, penetrating her deeply while she moaned softly. I turned my body - in part to shield what we were doing from anyone that might have been watching - and leaned in to kiss her.
Kara's lips were soft and warm and her mouth was welcoming. Our tongues entwined and I thought of the kiss she'd shared with the other guy. My cock was so fucking hard in that moment. It was like double the pleasure of a usual kiss, and there was the exploration of Kara's exceedingly wet pussy.
I would have enjoyed making her cum right there in the backyard, but Kara pulled my hand from between her legs after a few minutes of fingering and kissing. "I really am sorry," she said. "Obviously you're not as upset as I thought you'd be - you're not really upset at all - but I shouldn't have done that."
"Can I ask, when you looked and saw me standing there and then turned back to him, what were you thinking?" I asked. That was the thing I was most curious about.
Kara looked away like she was a little embarrassed. "I guess...I guess I was thinking that it would be fun to tease you, honestly. I...I sort of wanted to see what would happen. And, well, I guess I was just being selfish, because I also just wanted to know what it would be like to kiss that guy. I don't know, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just some me being awful...I don't know."
"You know, I wonder if part of what I liked about it, part of what turned me on, was the fact that you seemed to be doing what you wanted," I said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean, in some ways, that's what I really enjoy, you know? There are times when I really want to have sex and you really want to sit on my face, and honestly I really like it when you just sit on my face instead of letting me fuck you," I explained. "I don't know if that makes any sense, but maybe part of what I enjoyed about watching you kiss him was that you were pretty clearly doing what turned you on, and that's what turned me on."
"So you really don't mind that I kissed another guy tonight?" Kara asked. "That...that someone else's tongue was in my mouth? That I really enjoyed kissing him."
"I just got a little bit turned on hearing you say that," I admitted. "So no, I really don't mind. Which I'm willing to admit sounds a little crazy, but it also happens to be the truth."
Kara smiled. "So it would make you happy if I took you home and had some fun with you, wouldn't it?"
"It would make me very happy," I admitted.
"Even if that fun involved me cumming and you being denied? Or if I wanted to ruin your orgasm instead of letting you fully experience it? You'd be okay with that?" she asked.
It's such a strange thing being the kind of guy I am. Because, on the one hand, I really wanted to cum. On the other hand, I actually found the idea of being denied an orgasm - or having my orgasm ruined - more exciting in the moment. "I'd be okay with anything you wanted, Kara. To be honest, I'd be okay with you going back to the baseball player and making out with him for the rest of the party."
Kara smiled, stood up, and straddled me on the bench. She dropped her crotch onto mine and kissed me. Our tongues entwined as she began to move her hips back and forth, full-on dry humping me. It took just a few seconds for me to get all the way back to a rock hard state, but Kara kept going. I honestly thought there was a chance she was going to ride me until I came. It would have made a spectacular mess in my underwear, but it would have been worth it.
"Are you sure about that?" Kara asked. "Me making out with another guy, I mean?"
I'd been serious when I made that offer, but I honestly didn't expect Kara to even consider taking me up on it, so I was a little bit stunned. "Yes," I said after a few moments of silence. "I really am."
She studied my face as if she was searching for the truth. I'd just revealed the truth, though. Then she kissed me again. She ground her hips into my lap. She moved in a wondrously sexy way and I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass to give a good squeeze, eliciting a moan into my mouth.
"Stay here," Kara said as she stood up. "I'll be right back."
I wasn't going anywhere anyway, as my erection was now full enough that it would have been obvious. So, I watched her walk away - and enjoyed the sight of her ass when she flipped up her dress before walking into the house - and then I sat there in the lovely backyard and waited.
Much to my surprise, Kara returned with the baseball player in tow. She had his hand in hers as they stepped into the backyard and found a spot to sit a good distance away from me. They were on a soft-looking outdoor couch that seemed to be made for two and they were seated close together, which made it easy for Kara to lean over and kiss him. It seemed that she'd taken me up on my offer.
The guy didn't seem the slightest bit perturbed by the fact that Kara had abruptly walked away earlier, but of course he didn't. What man is going to turn down the chance to make out with a beautiful girl dressed as a super sexy version of Little Red Riding Hood?
My erection returned with a vengeance as I sat and watched my girlfriend make out with another guy. It was really hot kissing, too. Like, really hot. Hands moving over each other's bodies. Tongues entwining in a slow, erotic dance. They were probably moaning, too, though I wasn't close enough to hear.
I felt a powerful surge of desire when the guy put his hand on Kara's leg. That surge got more powerful when Kara actually spread her legs a little, seemingly inviting his hand to travel where mine had gone. The guy didn't miss a beat. He let his fingers wander under her dress and up her thigh. I didn't have a good view of his fingers as they moved towards her pussy, but I'm pretty sure he found what he was looking for, as Kara pulled away from the kiss, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth like she was moaning.
I actually had to grip the edge of the bench to prevent my hands from drifting between my legs to play with my cock while I sat on the bench. It was an entirely new experience for me - one that was vastly different from the forms of domination I'd experienced at Kara's hands - but it was so fucking hot.
He kept fingering her as they kept kissing, and it seemed quite clear that Kara was going to cum. I could have made her cum, but she chose not to let me do so. Instead, she chose to let a stranger make her cum. In doing so, though, she'd given me a gift, because I'm pretty sure it was hotter to watch someone finger her while they made out.
It took a while - I'm not sure how long, but they were definitely fooling around for a fairly long time - but the guy made Kara cum. He gave her an orgasm right there in the backyard, using his fingers to play with her pussy while they kissed, including him kissing her neck in a rather hot and heavy manner while she climaxed.
Kara looked utterly delighted after her climax, like she'd just experienced a whole new way of having an orgasm. She did not, however, offer her play partner an orgasm. It made sense. Making a guy cum is a lot messier and more explicit than a hand up a dress. She did seem to offer him her number, though I found out later that she'd actually given him a fake number. She clearly wasn't interested in him for more than the pleasure he could provide in the moment.
He left and Kara remained on their little couch until he was in the house. The she beckoned me over and I hurried across the backyard to join her. "Are you still okay with the offer you made?"
"Yes," I answered. "That was really hot. You had an orgasm, right?"
"I did," she said with a nod. "And you don't mind that someone else just made me cum?"
"Not at all," I said. "Actually, I like it. Is that crazy?"
"Who cares?" Kara replied. "All that matters is that we both had fun."
Her chest and cheeks were flushed red from the pleasure she'd just experienced and I felt this overpowering desire to kiss her. I don't know why, but I wanted to experience what the other guy had just experienced. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.
Kara nodded and I leaned in. Our lips met. The kiss was soft and slow at first. She reached up to caress my face. She moaned and I did the same. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and did this little dance with mine. The whole thing was astoundingly hot.
"Do you want to go home?" Kara asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Even though I might not let you cum?" she asked
"Knowing that you might not let me cum just makes it more exciting, believe it or not," I said.
Kara kissed me again and then we sat on the couch for a little bit while my erection went down. After that we headed home, where we indulged in a night of dom/sub fueled passion and pleasure that included three more orgasms for Kara. She was generous enough to make me cum, too, though not until after she'd done a great deal of teasing. All told, it was an exceptional night that laid the groundwork for many future pleasures in our relationship.
Comments
amazing
