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Ivy Craves Control - Part 13
🕑 Added 2021-11-08 07:15:38 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Tom sat at the kitchen table as the sounds of a blowjob emanated from the living room. Moans of pleasure reached his ears from Ivy’s bedroom. There was sexual pleasure unfolding in two parts of the house and Tom was sitting alone as lust roiled between his legs.
At Abigail’s request, Ivy had set up a double date. Her divorce was final and she was in the mood to ‘get fucked’, as she’d put it. Though she and Tom had been enjoying sex once or twice a week, Abigail had made it clear that he wasn’t capable of giving her everything she wanted in a sexual encounter, so Ivy had made certain to find a man that could do so.
That man was James. Tom had met him when they’d all returned from their double date. Tom had served them all drinks as they chatted and flirted in the living room. He’d refilled those drinks and excused himself to the kitchen as the flirting shifted to fooling around. The sound of kissing soon took the place of conversation. Tom felt both jealous and aroused as he listened to the two women in his life pursue the pleasure they craved while he was banished to the kitchen in case they needed something.
Ivy had taken Daniel to her bedroom a few minutes after the kissing started. She’d smiled at Tom on her way by the kitchen and then disappeared down the hallway. Daniel’s low moans emanated from the bedroom not long after, indicating that he was in Ivy’s wondrously talented mouth.
Not long after that, the sounds of a blowjob – and the moans that came with it – drifted in from the living room. Two men in the house were getting their cocks sucked and Tom was still sitting alone at the kitchen table. Most men would have felt some version of agony at that point, but Tom wasn’t like that. He felt a little jealous, of course, but mostly he was turned on. He liked that Ivy and Abigail were getting what they needed and he’d long since accepted that he wasn’t the kind of man that could serve their needs in the exact manner they craved.
“Tom,” Abigail called out from the living room, pulling Tom from his thoughts. “Can you come in here?”
Tom rushed towards the living room and saw Abigail on her knees in front of James, her date. The top of her dress was around her waist – putting her lovely breasts on display – and James’s cock was stiff and slick with her saliva. “What can I do for you?” Tom asked after staring at the display in front of him for a few moments.
“Would you like to watch, Tom?” Abigail asked.
“Watch…sorry, watch what?” Tom replied.
Abigail smiled. “Come here, Tom. Join me on my knees.”
Tom strode across the living room and dropped to his knees a few feet from Abigail.
“Closer,” she said. “In fact, move behind me. Lift the bottom of my dress.”
Tom did as instructed, lifting the bottom of Abigail’s dress and exposing her skimpy black lace thong.
Abigail leaned forward to kiss the head of James’s thick cock and said, “Now pull my panties aside, Tom. Pull them aside and put two fingers inside me. Tell me what you feel.”
Tom watched Abigail take the head of James’s cock in her mouth and gently suck on it as he pulled aside her panties and gently slipped two fingers into her pussy. Abigail moaned appreciatively and Tom said, “You’re wet. Really wet.”
“I’m soaked,” Abigail said while looking up at James. “My pussy is soaked, Tom. What do you think that means?”
“I think it means you’re attracted to James,” Tom answered. “And that you’re looking forward to having sex with him.”
James smiled at that and Abigail let out a soft chuckle. “That’s right, Tom,” she said. “But it’s more than that. It’s like my body woke up tonight.”
Tom pushed his fingers deeper and used a third to gently play with Abigail’s clit. She moaned while kissing her way down James’s thick shaft before heading back up again. “Woke up?” Tom asked.
“Mmm, yes,” Abigail replied. “Eric was good in bed, but our sex life had slowed considerably by the time I left him. The connection, the passion, it just wasn’t there anymore. That meant the sex wasn’t particularly good.”
She took the cock in her mouth once more and Tom rubbed her clit a little faster. She hadn’t stopped him so he figured she was enjoying the way his fingers worked her over.
“Then I moved in here and we started having sex, and it was good. It was tender and sweet, but it was good. There was a connection and there was a certain amount of passion. The most passion a woman can have with a man like you, I suppose,” Abigail said.
That brought another smile to James’s face. He’d smartly remained silent as Abigail toyed with Tom, and he likely understood that his night was going to end with his cock inside her, so he didn’t need to say anything at all.
Tom felt a hint of pain at Abigail’s comment, but he’d long since come to grips with the idea that he wasn’t the kind of man that provided a woman with an unforgettable orgasm. After all, Ivy had taken a lover with remarkable speed and she’d been quite clear that Daniel was sexually superior to Tom.
“My body can sense that James is going to fuck me like I need to be fucked, Tom,” Abigail explained. “That’s why I’m so wet. That’s why I’m wetter than I ever was when you made love to me. That’s why my pussy is dripping with desire right now. I know that James is going to satisfy me. You know what else is thrilling, Tom?”
“Please, tell me,” Tom replied.
“I forgot how much I love giving a blowjob to a man like James,” Abigail explained. “It’s been so long since I felt that kind of passion for Eric that I’d completely forgotten how wet it makes me to get on my knees in front of a man like James. It leaves me soaked to suck on his big, beautiful cock and see that look of pleasure on his face. It makes me feel so good to make him feel good.”
Abigail took James’s cock into her mouth once more and Tom watched half the impressive length disappear. She held it there for a few moments and then started bobbing up and down. Her hair bounced beautifully and Tom continued to finger her increasingly wet pussy. He knew it was strange, but he felt grateful that Abigail had invited him to witness her eagerness to give pleasure to James.
Abigail pulled off the cock, sat back on her knees, and turned towards Tom. She reached back, pulled his lips to hers, and kissed him aggressively. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and Tom was certain he tasted the other man’s precum mixed in with Abigail’s saliva. It was sweet, though, and it resulted in quite the raging erection between Tom’s legs.
“I’ll bet you’d like to put your cock inside me right now, wouldn’t you?” Abigail asked in a soft, seductive tone. “You’d like to put me on my hands and knees and fuck me while I suck on James’s big cock, wouldn’t you?”
Tom hadn’t been thinking that, but there was no question he’d enjoy doing it, so he nodded.
“You’re adorable,” Abigail said. “But my pussy isn’t yours to fuck tonight, though I’m sure you knew that. Would you like to watch James fuck me, Tom? You don’t have to say yes. It’s entirely up to you.”
“Yes,” Tom answered.
Abigail turned to James and asked, “Will you be okay with that?”
“Of course,” James replied.
Abigail stood and offered her hand to James. He slipped his cock back into his pants and stood. He took her hand and they walked towards her bedroom.
“Come, Tom,” Abigail said. “Join us in the bedroom.”
Tom followed and he heard his wife’s moans coming from the master bedroom. She called out Daniel’s name and Tom imagined Ivy on her back with another man’s cock inside her. He imagined a look of utter joy on her face as her orgasm approached. Tom imagined Daniel giving her what he couldn’t, and while it brought with it a measure of pain, there was pleasure there too.
Abigail lifted her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor as James unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a remarkably muscular chest. Abigail reached out and ran her fingers over his pecs before stepping closer for a deep kiss. She helped James out of his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock to stroke him while his tongue invaded her mouth.
Tom shut the door and stood against it as an unexpected level of arousal coursed through his body while he witnessed the desire of the two people in front of him.
“Get naked, Tom,” Abigail instructed as she pushed James into the bed and crawled between his legs. Tom stripped while she wrapped her lips around the cock she’d already sucked with such passion and returned to making James feel good.
Abigail put on a show. She sucked cock with great vigor and moaned wildly while the thick, spit-soaked shaft moved in and out of her mouth. James seemed to find it even more pleasurable than he had on the couch, as he moaned quite a bit more and reached down to run his hands through her hair and over her shoulders.
Tom finished stripping and remained naked by the door. He felt a little embarrassed – James had a much bigger cock and was in far better shape than him – but he wasn’t about to disobey Abigail.
She looked up and lifted her mouth from the slick cock she’d been working so hard to please, smiled at Tom, and said, “Come here.”
Tom approached and Abigail quickly straddled James. She rubbed his slick cock over her pussy lips and sank down on it. Every inch filled her as Tom neared the edge of the bed. Abigail reached out, snaked her fingers around the back of his neck, and pulled him close for a kiss. Her tongue invaded Tom’s mouth as the cock invaded her pussy and he couldn’t believe how hard his dick throbbed from the thrill of simply being involved.
“I hope this isn’t too painful for you,” Abigail said. “It’s wonderful having sex with you, but sometimes a woman needs a man with a big cock and hard body to satisfy her needs.”
“Of course,” Tom replied with a smile. “You know I just want to make you happy, Abigail.”
“I do know that, Tom,” she said. “And I’m grateful for your presence in my life. Now suck on my tits while I ride this big, beautiful cock.”
Abigail pulled Tom’s head to her breasts and he put his hands on the edge of the bed and set out to offer the pleasure she craved. He sucked on her perfect tits and flicked his tongue back and forth over her stiff nipples. Abigail moaned loudly and Tom found pleasure in the notion that he was responsible for at least some of her pleasure.
“He feels so good inside me,” Abigail said before unleashing a long, low moan. “Fuck, he feels so fucking good inside me!”
Abigail pushed Tom’s head away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss James as she rode his cock. Tom ran his fingers down her back, grabbed a handful of her ass, and squeezed. Abigail moaned into her lover’s mouth, bringing a smile to Tom’s face.
James wrapped his arms around Abigail and flipped her onto her back without pulling out, putting an appreciative smile on her face as her muscular lover manhandled her with such ease.
“Crawl into the bed, Tom,” Abigail said. “Lie next to me as he fucks me.”
Tom crawled into the bed and rolled his head to the side. He watched James fuck Abigail with a kind of power Tom simply couldn’t muster. He saw the way her lips curled into a deeply satisfied smile and he listened to how she moaned. Eventually Abigail closed her eyes and ran her fingers down James’s back to grasp his ass, as if she wanted to pull him even deeper into her body.
Tom marveled at all of it with a throbbing cock between his legs. He probably could have masturbated without Abigail getting angry, but he wanted to wait in case she required his service when she and James were finished fucking.
“James, fuck, make me cum,” Abigail said. “Fuck me hard and make me cum.”
James delivered an even harder fucking and Abigail responded with moans that Tom knew were unlike any he’d caused. Neither his tongue nor his cock had provided her with such pleasure, and while he felt a little jealous that another man was offering Abigail far more satisfaction than he could, Tom knew it was what she deserved and that made him happy.
“I’m close, Abigail,” James said. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside me,” she replied. “Cum inside me and Tom will clean it up.”
Tom’s cock surged to life as he thought of being welcomed between Abigail’s legs to clean up. He reached down but bypassed his erection and played with his balls instead. Even a little bit of pleasure felt good, especially when he was mere inches away from two people having the kind of sex that was going to give them body-shaking orgasms.
“James, I’m cumming!” Abigail cried out. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”
She reached out and grabbed Tom’s arm. His hand found its way to hers and she grasped it tight while climaxing with another man’s cock inside her. James pounded her hard for a few moments longer and then released his cum inside her.
Abigail squeezed Tom’s hand as James came inside her. The moment struck him as oddly intimate, even more so than when they’d had sex. Tom surmised that it felt more representative of what their relationship would become as Abigail emerged from the ashes of her divorce to embrace her power.
James and Abigail kissed as he came down from his climax. “You were everything I needed tonight, James. Thank you,” she said softly.
“It was my pleasure, believe me,” he replied.
James pulled out and rolled onto his back on Abigail’s other side. She pulled Tom’s hand to her lips and kissed it softly as her eyes met his. “Clean me, Tom,” she said. “Clean his cum from my pussy. Be a good boy and clean every drop.”
Tom’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he moved to his knees and crawled between Abigail’s legs. He dropped to his stomach and stared at her beautiful, plump, slippery pussy lips and the thick dollop of cum that waited at the entrance to her body.
Tom kissed Abigail’s pussy lips a handful of times before slowly penetrating her with his tongue. He bathed his taste buds in James’s cum and then scooped it up, took it into his mouth, and swallowed. It slid down his throat as Abigail turned to the man that had just fucked her and offered a kiss.
“Will you stay the night?” she asked. “I hate to be greedy, but I’d very much like to get fucked again before we go to sleep.”
“It would be my pleasure,” James said. “Will he be spending the night with us?”
“No,” Abigail replied. “Tom is a lovely bedmate, but tonight I only need you.”
Tom pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and found another reservoir of James’s cum. He retrieved it and swallowed as Abigail and her lover shared soft kisses while James’s fingers moved over her breasts, gently teasing her nipples and eliciting soft, seductive moans.
“Thank you, Tom,” Abigail said after he’d exhausted the supply of semen inside her. “You were wonderful tonight. You may leave us.”
Tom backed out of the bed, gathered his clothes, and opened the door.
“Sleep well,” Abigail said.
“You too,” Tom replied. He closed the door, stepped into his underwear, and headed for the living room to prepare the pull out couch. It felt a little humiliating to not have a bed in his own house, but Tom knew there was nothing to be done about it.
Just as he finished putting sheets on the pullout, Tom heard a bedroom door open. He turned to see Ivy coming his way without a stitch of clothing on her body.
“You look beautiful,” Tom said.
Ivy glanced between his legs at the tent in his underwear, smiled, and said, “Thank you, darling.” She pressed her body against his and her lips found Tom’s for a long, lingering kiss while she worked his underwear off. They fell to his ankles and Ivy stood on her tiptoes so his cock could slide between her thighs. She gently rubbed her pussy lips over the top of his shaft and he felt the exceptional warmth and wetness of his wife’s flesh against the most sensitive part of his body.
“Get in the bed,” Ivy said.
Tom fell back into the bed and she straddled him and took his cock into her slippery pussy.
“That’s Daniel’s cum you can feel around your cock,” she whispered.
“It’s incredible,” Tom replied. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d just witnessed the beauty of Abigail’s orgasm with another man inside her and now Ivy was offering her pussy. Tom only hoped she would grant him the joy of an orgasm.
Ivy moved her pussy over his cock at an achingly slow pace, leaving Tom in a place of frustrated bliss as he knew he wouldn’t cum until she worked him a little harder.
“It’s not suitable to have you sleeping on the pull out couch every night,” Ivy said. “Is it?”
Tom shook his head.
“You’ll share my bed or Abigail’s from time to time, but we need a better solution for you, Tom,” she continued. “You’ll soon be our shared husband, and you deserve a bedroom of your own when you’re not needed in one of our beds. Perhaps we should look into buying a bigger house, or converting the garage into a space for the man that lives to serve Abigail and me?”
“I don’t need much space,” Tom said as his wife’s cum-soaked pussy moved faster over his cock.
“I know you don’t, my love,” Ivy replied with a smile. “But you deserve a space of your own. After all, you can’t be expected to dedicate every moment of your life to us. You’ll go mad.”
Tom wasn’t entirely sure why, but he didn’t mind the idea of dedicating every moment of his life to Ivy and Abigail. It felt right, though his thinking might have been clouded by the exceptionally pleasurable sex he was having with his wife.
“I love you, Ivy,” Tom said out of the blue. “I love you so much.”
She smiled and kissed him. “I know you do. And I love you too. And I have a feeling Abigail feels the same way, and if she doesn’t, she will soon.” Ivy put her hands on Tom’s chest and rode him faster. “You can cum inside me whenever you’re ready. I expect you to clean up the mess, though.”
“Of course,” Tom said.
Ivy’s pussy worked its magic and Tom came inside her not long after. He grunted and groaned and had an orgasm that felt truly otherworldly.
The moment he finished cumming inside her Ivy lifted her pussy from his cock, dragged it up Tom’s chest, and sat on his face. A mixture of his cum and Daniel’s poured into Tom’s mouth and he greedily lapped it up. Ivy had given him a task and he wasn’t about to disappoint her and fail to accomplish it.
When he was finished, Ivy lifted her pussy from his face, got out of his pullout bed, and said, “Sleep well, Tom. Oh, and I’d like you to prepare breakfast for everyone tomorrow. Please make sure you’re up early to do so.”
“Of course,” Tom replied.
As he watched Ivy walk away, Tom was hit with a touch of jealousy at the idea that Daniel got to spend the night in bed with her and that Tom was stuck on the couch. He spent a few moments with that jealousy and then dismissed it, as his wife’s happiness – and increasingly, Abigail’s happiness – was the thing that Tom cared about above anything else.
A smile came over Tom’s face as a moan drifted from Abigail’s room. Soon after he heard Daniel moan. It seemed that the two couples in the house were going to enjoy one more round of pleasure before heading off to sleep. Tom closed his eyes and listened with the taste of cum in his mouth and a post-orgasmic tingle still resonating between his legs.
Life was very good.
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