Becca Bellamy
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A More Dominant Wife - Part 7
🕑 Added 2022-07-26 05:59:50 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
You thought the novelty of being with him - with another man - might wear off for your wife. You thought that the thrill of fucking a new man would eventually dissipate. You were wrong. If anything, it's the opposite. It seems that fucking another man - and dominating you - has unleashed a side of your wife's sexuality that you didn't know existed. It's like she's been reborn as something of a sexual goddess, a woman utterly brimming with desire that cannot be extinguished. Thankfully, you get to benefit from that desire.
"Good morning, sweetie," she whispers. It's a Sunday. You've both slept in because you can. You feel her bare breasts against your body as she cuddles up close and slips a hand into your underwear. Your cock is already half hard and it doesn't take her long to help you reach a fully erect state. "Did you sleep well?"
"I did," you answer.
"Mmm, me too," she replies. "In fact, I was in the middle of a very naughty dream when I woke up."
She kisses your neck and pushes your underwear down along with the covers, freeing your stiff dick. "What did you dream about?" you ask.
"About you, and my new friend," she says softly. Her teeth grasp your earlobe and she bites down gently before moaning again. Her tongue then swirls around the flesh she just bit before she sucks on it. "You were on your knees for him, sweetie. He had your head in his hands. He was pumping his big cock in and out of your mouth. You were sucking for me just like you always do."
You groan as she stops stroking your cock. You look down to see her gather a large drop of precum from the tip. Your lips part instinctively as her finger approaches.
"Look at that," she says. "You're so eager to suck for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," you admit.
Her finger approaches your lips, but she stops a few inches short. You lift your head from the pillow and she laughs while pulling her finger away. You are eager. You're desperate, even. She's gotten you to a place where it turns you on to suck for her.
Finally, she relents. Her finger slips between your lips. You suck as she moves it in and out of your mouth. "Mmm, it makes me so wet when you suck for me, sweetie, especially when you suck his cock. Would you let him fuck your face like I dreamed about, sweetie? Would you let him slip his cock into your mouth, take your head in his hands, and fuck your face for his pleasure?"
You nod and she smiles.
"I thought you'd say that. You can't help but want to be a good boy for me, can you?" she asks. That's a rhetorical question, though. Of course you can't help it. You've been unable to help it from the first time she had you worship her sweaty ass after a run.
She pulls her finger from your mouth and kisses you. It's passionate and aggressive. Her tongue invades your mouth and you surrender to it, welcoming her control of something as simple as a kiss.
She peels her panties off, moves to her knees, and gets on top as if she's going to ride you in reverse cowgirl. You stare at her perfect ass for a few moments before she backs it up towards you. Without warning she drops her ass onto your face. It's not the first time she's done it and it delights you each and every time.
"Eat my ass," she says.
You hear her masturbating. She's playing with her soaking wet pussy and smothering you with her ass. You lick as ordered. You lick because it feels so good to do so. Your tongue flicks back and forth over her beautiful, tight asshole. You taste a little bit of sweat and it delights you.
Her fingers encircle your cock. She strokes you while masturbate. She shakes her ass a little and sinks a bit lower on your face, dropping more of her weight onto you. She moans while doing so. She's in control. Completely and utterly in control and it seems that your wife enjoys that control more than anything.
She cums. You feel her ass trembling over your face. You feel her cheeks tighten and release numerous times as the climax rips through her body. She grips your cock at the base, but she's no longer jerking you off.
When she's finished, your lovely wife climbs off your face and moves between your legs. Your pulse races at the thought of getting a blowjob, but it seems she has other plans. She grabs your legs behind the knees and pushes up until she's folded you like a pretzel. Your feet are above your head and your cock is directly above your face.
"Jerk off," she instructs.
You take your cock in your hand. You stroke. You know what she wants, how this is going to end, but you do it anyway.
"Cum on your face," she says. "Make a fucking mess. Cum all over your face."
You stroke faster. You're so turned on that the idea of cumming on your face actually sounds hot. Your balls tighten. Your cock stiffens in your hand. Your loins come alive with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," you say a moment before your cock explodes in pleasure. You close your eyes and shower your face in cum. It's hot and sticky and humiliating, but the moans coming from your wife make it seem like she's delighted.
When you're finished, she releases your legs and they fall to the bed. She crawls on top of you. You open your eyes to see her face just above yours. She leans down and kisses you. Her tongue slips into your mouth. You taste some of your cum. You both moan. It's delightfully kinky.
She licks more of the cum from your face and feeds it to you. Her tongue swirls in your mouth over and over. You swallow your seed and connect with your kinky wife in the process. Though your desire was largely extinguished by your orgasm, it feels so good to share this with her.
"I love you," you say after she's finished feeding you every bit of her cum.
"I love you too," she replies. "Now let's take a shower."
What a way to start the day.
You're exhausted. Your wife and her new friend are both in better shape than you are and they refused to relent during the Sunday afternoon run you joined them on. They ran hard, and so did you. It was warm today, too, so everyone is soaked in sweat. They didn't fuck on the trail today. Instead, you all ran right back to your house.
Now you're all on the deck overlooking your fairly private backyard. You've served everyone a glass of ice water and you've already drank more than half of yours. You're not sure what your wife has planned, but you suspect she didn't invite him back to your house to have a glass of water.
"Sweetie, would you like to clean my sweaty ass?" your wife asks as she reaches over and puts a hand on her new friend's thigh.
"Yes, I would," you admit. You've enjoyed cleaning her sweaty ass from the very first time you did it.
She moves to her hands and knees on the small couch she's sharing with him. He leans closer and they share a kiss while your wife reaches back and lowers her skintight leggings to reveal her perfect, sweaty ass. You get up and walk towards her. You drop to your knees behind her. You part her ass cheeks. You listen to her moan into his mouth as you press your face between her cheeks and lick up her sweat.
"Is he doing a good job?" he asks.
"He always does," she replies. "He loves cleaning my sweaty ass."
"How would he feel about cleaning my sweaty balls?" he asks.
"What a delightful idea," your wife says. "And I'm sure they're exceptionally sweaty after a run like that, aren't they? There's probably a strong smell down there, too. Oh, I think he'd love that. I think he'd find it hugely rewarding to be able to suck and lick every drop of sweat from your big, beautiful balls. Am I right, sweetie?"
You pull your head from between her ass cheeks and look at your wife and the man that's fucked her so many times in the past few months. "Yes, you're right," you say. You look directly at him and ask, "May I...may I clean your sweaty balls?" Your heart pounds as you do it. You're not sure if it's excitement, nerves, or both, but you like it.
He stands up, lowers his shorts, and steps out of them. You press your face between your wife's ass cheeks once more, rim her vigorously for a few moments, and then turn towards him. You crawl forward and look at your wife. "May I clean his sweaty balls?" you ask.
"You may," she says with a smile while sitting on the couch and peeling her leggings all the way off.
You look up at him. You take his cock in your hands and move it out of the way. You smell the scent of his sweaty balls before your mouth reaches them. It's exceptionally strong - almost overpoweringly so - and you know it should be unpleasant, but for some reason it excites you to be so close to that smell.
You take one of his balls in your mouth. You suck it gently. You can't help but stroke his cock while you're doing it and you feel him get hard. You taste his balls on your tongue. You taste the sweat. You taste that manly scent. It coats your tongue.
"Fuck," your wife says. You can hear her masturbating. It sounds like her pussy is utterly soaked. "That's so hot. Suck those sweaty balls clean, baby. Suck those big, sweaty balls clean."
You move to the other testicle. You take it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it. You suck it clean. You lick up every bit of sweat. You suck up the flavor of his testicles.
You let it fall from your mouth and move to licking his balls. You lick over and over. You lick his taint a little bit, too. You're on a mission to soak up every bit of sweat that coated his testicles and you're not going to stop until you've done it.
"Suck his cock," your wife demands. "Right now. Suck his cock."
Satisfied that you've cleaned his balls, you turn your attention to his cock. You take the head in your mouth. You look up at him as you blow him. Your heart pounds. Your cock throbs. You're giving head to another man and you're turned on. You're sucking for your wife, which is what truly thrills you. You can hear her masturbating furiously. You can hear how turned on she is. That's your reward.
"Fuck his face," she says to him. "Fuck that pretty mouth of his."
You let your hands fall to your sides as he grips your head and begins to fuck your mouth, just like your wife wants him to do, just like he did in her naughty dream. You take the face fucking like a good boy. You suck for her. You let him use your mouth. You let him pump the back of your throat with his cock.
"You like watching me use his mouth, don't you?" he asks.
"I do," your wife answers. "It makes me wet."
"Does it make you want my cock?" he asks.
"You know it does," your wife replies.
He buries his dick deep in your throat and you gag. "How about now?" he asks. "Does it make you wetter to watch your husband gag on my cock?"
You hear the sound of your wife masturbating. You can't quite see her - you can't see much of anything other than the pubic hair directly in front of your face - but it's clear she's playing with her pussy, and that she's exceptionally wet.
"Fuck me," your wife says.
He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at you. He smiles, slaps his dick against your face, and turns towards your wife. He's inside her a moment later. He fucks her doggystyle and he fucks her hard. You wonder if the neighbors can hear the sounds of their bodies slamming together or the exceptionally loud moans your wife can't help but unleash.
You crawl closer. You want to see his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Your wife looks back at you and smiles. "You like watching him fuck me, don't you?" she asks.
You nod and he pulls out. He turns towards you and his big, slippery cock approaches. He grabs a handful of your hair and pushes his dick into your mouth and down your throat. The swiftness of his thrust catches you by surprise and you gag hard. Your wife moans. She likes seeing him use you. She likes seeing her husband suck for her pleasure.
"Pump his throat," she says. "Make him suck my juices off your cock."
He does just that and you suck every drop of her off of him. He pulls out of your mouth and returns to her pussy. He fucks with wild abandon, pulling back on her hips as he thrusts into her.
"I'm close," he says.
"Cum down his throat," she replies.
He pulls out of her pussy and fills your mouth again. His cock slides into your throat. You gag. He pulls out. He fucks your face. Over and over his stiff, slick cock moves past your lips and down your throat. Over and over you gag on it.
Then, he grunts, grabs your hair tightly, and pushes every inch of his dick into your eager mouth. He cums, but you don't taste it. He cums right down your throat. He uses you like a cum dumpster. He uses you like you're nothing more than a toy. Your wife moans wildly while he does.
"I'm cumming!" she cries out. She wants to let you know how hot she finds your willingness to take his load. She wants you to know that you just helped make her cum. She wants you to know how happy you've made her.
He pulls out of your mouth and wipes his cock on your face before collapsing onto the chair you occupied before being put to use by your wife. She reaches for your hand and pulls you onto the couch. She straddles you and takes your cock inside her pussy. The heat and wetness of her flesh surrounds your stiffness.
Your wife rides your cock hard and fast. She reaches up and pushes two fingers into your mouth while she bounces on you. "You're such a good boy," she says. "You took his cock and his fucking load without hesitation. You were such a good little suck slut."
You're seconds away. She continues to fuck your face with her fingers. She continues to use your mouth for her delight, but now she's rewarding you. Now she's going to milk your cock with her perfect pussy, and it seems that she's going to make you cum.
"Cum inside me," she says.
You can't hold off. You do as your wife desires. You cum inside her. You unleash your sticky seed. It feels astoundingly good. She sits on your dick and rocks back and forth, ensuring an exceedingly pleasurable orgasm.
The moment you're finished your wife stands up, pushes your head back, and sits on your face. She feeds you your load. She feeds you every drop of it. You drink it up like a good boy. You drink it up because it's what she wants, and because you love this new, naughtier, hornier version of your wife and you want her to stick around foreve
