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Ivy Craves Control - Part 12
🕑 Added 2021-09-23 05:08:50 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Tom grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and opened the carton of eggs as the pan heated on the stove. He’d just served Abigail and Ivy their morning coffee and they were both seated at the kitchen table in nearly identical satin robes that looked exceptionally alluring.
“So, how was the first week of your new life?” Ivy asked.
Abigail laughed. “It was a lot better than I thought it would be. Honestly, your generosity saved me, Ivy. You opened your home to me. You offered me use of your husband. You even offered to let me enjoy Daniel if I wanted, which was quite kind of you.”
“I know you passed on that offer, but it still stands,” Ivy said.
“To be honest, I’m not ready for that kind of man yet,” Abigail replied. “For now it feels good to be with a man I have total control over.”
“Tom is ideal for that, isn’t he?” Ivy said.
Both women laughed as Tom cracked a fourth egg into the bowl and beat them with a fork. He dropped a pat of butter into the pan and watched it sizzle and melt before pouring the eggs in. He added a little bit of salt and pepper and then slowly stirred until the curds formed.
“I still marvel at how skillfully you transformed him into the man he is now,” Abigail commented. “I think of how Eric used to protest when I asked him to do something simple like take the trash out, and you’ve trained Tom to do literally everything around the house, plus he raises no objection to you regularly fucking another man and he’s willing to tend to my sexual needs whether there’s a promise of pleasure for him or not.”
“He has enjoyed a little bit of pleasure this past week though, hasn’t he?” Ivy asked.
Tom smiled. Abigail had seen fit to welcome him inside her three times in the past week, and each time she’d allowed him to climax.
“I hope that’s okay,” Abigail said with just a hint of worry in her voice.
“Of course it’s okay,” Ivy replied. “While you’re here, what’s mine is yours.”
Tom was surprised at how much he enjoyed the idea that Ivy seemed to think of him almost as a toy to be loaned out for the benefit of others. It was the sort of thing he imagined most men would have objected to, and yet he found it thrilling.
“You’re a good friend, Ivy,” Abigail said.
“So are you,” Ivy replied. “I wouldn’t have welcomed Daniel into my life without you, to be honest. It was your support that made me see that I could expand my level of control over my marriage to include expanding my sex life. It’s made me so much happier than I ever expected, too.”
Tom popped two pieces of bread into the toaster oven and set it to browning them before returning to the eggs, which were rapidly approaching a finished state.
“It certainly sounds like you’re enjoying yourself when he’s here,” Abigail said.
Ivy chuckled. “I can get quite vocal, can’t I?”
“You can,” Abigail replied. “There’s no need to worry, though. Your husband seems to enjoy listening to you moan as Daniel fucks you. I suppose you’ve trained him so well to put your needs first that he finds it pleasurable to listen to someone else take you to greater orgasmic heights than you’ve ever been before.”
“Is she right, Tom?” Ivy asked.
Tom looked over his shoulder and nodded. “I think she is,” he said. “I can’t say for sure why I like it, but I’ve come to enjoy it.”
Ivy smiled warmly. “It’s good that you like it. Very good, in fact. Now that I’ve had Daniel – and now that he’s shown me a kind of pleasure I’d forgotten even existed – I can’t see going very long without a lover. I suspect I’ll always have another man in my life from here on out.”
The toaster dinged and Tom grabbed the bread and laid it on the plates he’d pulled out. He added a helping of scrambled eggs to each plate and delivered them to the two beautiful women sitting at the table.
“Thank you, darling,” Ivy said.
“Yes, thank you Tom,” Abigail added.
“I have some delicates that need to be washed,” Ivy said as she reached for the butter. “I have a date with Daniel tonight and there’s a pair of panties I’d very much like to wear for him. He’s quite fond of them. Actually, he likes to fuck me from behind while I wear them. He says they make my ass look spectacular and I really like the way it spurs him on to fuck me harder. Please wash those for me.”
“Of course,” Tom replied. “Is there anything I can wash for you, Abigail?”
She looked at Ivy and smiled. “I swear, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to go back to a life that doesn’t include a loyal, submissive man willing to do whatever I need, whenever I need it.”
Ivy buttered her toast and noted, “There’s no reason you have to go back to that life, Abigail. You could remain here. Tom could be ours to share. He could serve both our needs. Our business is already making enough for him to quit work. He could dedicate himself to our needs full time. He could be whatever we need him to be. Servant, lover, husband, boyfriend, cook…whatever we want him to be.”
Tom stood with his hands behind his back as the two women at the table discussed his future as if he had no say in it. The truth was, he didn’t want a say in it. He certainly could have argued with what Ivy and Abigail wanted and he always had the option to leave if he truly disagreed with how they treated him, but Tom had no particular desire to rebel against their control. If anything, he found his life more satisfying now than it had ever been.
“That’s an exceptionally generous offer,” Abigail said.
“I know it would be an unusual way to live,” Ivy replied. “But that doesn’t mean it would be a bad way to live. I think there’s a chance it would be quite satisfying, Abigail. Two powerful women living under one roof with a loyal, loving, submissive husband that we would share equally. We could build our business into a small empire and live the lives we crave, not the lives that are handed to us by men.”
Abigail looked up at Tom and said, “There’s a hamper in the closet in my room where I keep my dirty clothes. You may pull my delicates from there and wash them along with Ivy’s.”
“Run along now,” Ivy added. “Abigail and I have much to talk about.”
Tom turned and headed for the bedrooms as the women continued the conversation that seemed like it might have an outsized impact on his future. He wasn’t worried, though. He knew that whatever decision they made, he’d be happy with it. It was quite likely he’d be ecstatic, in fact.
Ivy stood in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom as Tom dropped to his knees in front of her and held out the panties he’d carefully washed that afternoon. Ivy lifted her stocking-clad feet one at a time and stepped into the lacy underwear before Tom slowly pulled them up her legs.
“Thank you, darling,” she said.
“My pleasure,” Tom replied from his knees.
“Look up at me,” Ivy instructed. Tom craned his neck to look up at his wife and was greeted with a warm smile. “Your happiness is important to me,” she said. “You know that, right?”
“I do,” Tom replied.
Ivy ran her fingers through his hair and said, “Do you think you’d be happy if Abigail and I shared you, Tom? Would you be happy quitting your job and working full time to care for our home and meet the needs of two women?”
“I believe so, yes,” Tom said.
“Why?” she asked. “I don’t doubt your answer, but I’m curious to hear your reasoning. After all, most men struggle to meet the needs of one woman, let alone two, and most men aren’t called upon to do nearly as much work in the home as you are.”
“I’ve thought a lot about it since the start of the changes in our marriage,” Tom said. “The conclusion I keep coming to is that I experience a far greater sense of fulfillment in this version of our marriage than I did before. It’s not just that I’m happier. It’s that I feel like I’m the best version of myself, like you helped me discover the man I was meant to be. I can’t say for sure since I haven’t experienced it, but I feel like I’d be even happier if I was doing that for two women.”
“You understand that at some point Abigail will offer her pussy to another man and you’ll have far less sex than you’re having right now, don’t you?” Ivy asked.
Tom nodded. He knew it was possible his mind was a little bit clouded by the orgasms he’d enjoyed with Abigail in the past week, but he’d been a thoroughly satisfied man before Abigail had moved into their house and he was basing his desire to serve both of them off of that more than anything.
“You will get to have sex,” Ivy said. “It will likely be limited to once or twice a month at most, though. You’ll be satisfied with that?”
“I will,” Tom replied. “Sexual pleasure is temporary and to be honest, it pales in comparison to the deep sense of satisfaction that comes from serving you and Abigail. I can’t explain the ins and outs of why I find it so satisfying, but I do.”
“I know you do,” Ivy said. “I’ve known from the start. The change in you has been remarkable, Tom. You took to this far faster than I expected and in doing so you helped me embrace my power. It turns out that we both found our place in the world. Yours just happens to be a place most men aren’t comfortable spending much time in.”
Tom reached up and took his wife’s hand. “I know my place is in service to you, and to Abigail if you both decide to embrace this arrangement. I’ve come to cherish the chance to serve. I really have. I’ve enjoyed every step of the journey and I want to keep going.”
“You’re a wonderful husband, Tom,” Ivy said. “I was going to spend the night at Daniel’s, but I’ve changed my mind. I’d like you in my bed when I come home tonight. I’d like to reward you for being the man I need you to be.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Tom replied.
“Good. Now finish dressing me for my date,” Ivy instructed.
Tom did as he was told, all the while thinking about the moment Ivy would return home and crawl into bed with him.
“Thank you, Tom,” Abigail said as he headed for the door. He’d just finished servicing her pussy with his tongue, delivering two orgasms in the process. “Enjoy your night with Ivy.”
“It was my pleasure, Abigail,” Tom replied. He stepped out of her room and headed down the hallway with an erection throbbing in his underwear. Abigail had requested a bit of foreplay before Tom made his way between her legs and she’d played with his cock during that time, leaving him thoroughly aroused.
Tom stepped into the room he used to spend every night in and headed for the bed. He pulled back the covers and crawled under them. The smell of Ivy’s delicate perfume filled his nose and he rolled towards her pillow and inhaled deeply. He thought of Daniel spending the night on Tom’s side of the bed – or former side of the bed – and the sounds of his wife moaning as she and Daniel fucked filled Tom’s head. He’d heard it often enough that he could replay it with ease, though doing so was a thoroughly pleasurable experience.
Not long after he’d tucked himself into her bed, Ivy arrived home from her date. Tom sat up and looked towards the door as the sound of Ivy’s heels hitting the hardwood floor announced her presence.
Ivy smiled as she stepped into the bedroom doorway. “Welcome home,” Tom said. “How was your date?”
“Splendid,” Ivy replied as she entered the room. “Daniel fucks me like no man ever has. I swear, each and every time it’s like fireworks are going off in my body as he fills me over and over with his beautiful cock. He is truly a man among men, Tom. I’m lucky to have met him.”
Tom watched his wife head towards the closet as an impressive array of emotions swirled inside him. Jealousy and lust were among the most potent and he felt a wondrous stirring between his legs as his cock quickly came back to life.
“Would you help me out of my dress?” Ivy asked.
Tom rushed out of the bed and towards his wife, who glanced between his legs and saw the bulge his half-hard cock had produced. She spun away and Tom gently tugged on the zipper and helped her out of the little black dress he’d put her in before her date.
Ivy put the dress on a hanger in the closet and emerged with a seductive smile on her face. Tom’s eyes moved over her body, taking in the sight of her nipples through the sheer material of her bra and the little tuft of pubic hair he could see through her sheer panties.
Ivy pressed her body against his and they kissed in a manner Tom hadn’t experienced with his wife in months. It felt passionate enough that he wondered if she was trying to reclaim him after he’d fucked Abigail three times that week.
“Come,” Ivy said as she took Tom’s hand and led him towards the bed. She crawled forward and he stared at her perfect ass in a thong before she flipped over and spread her legs. Ivy beckoned him into the bed and Tom crawled on top of her.
“Abigail says that you like listening to Daniel fuck me,” Ivy said as she pushed her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and grasped Tom’s cock. “Is that true? Does it turn you on to listen to your wife moan as another man fucks me?”
“Yes,” Tom answered he still couldn’t figure out why that was true – and he wasn’t sure he’d ever understand it – but it was unquestionably true.
“Does it turn you on to know that the lips you’ve been kissing were wrapped around Daniel’s cock tonight? That my tongue offered his big cock pleasure before he fucked me?” Ivy asked as she stroked Tom vigorously.
“Yes,” he answered.
Ivy released Tom’s cock and reached behind her back to unhook her bra and toss it aside. She grasped her breasts and said, “He fucked my tits tonight. He loves fucking my tits. He straddles my chest and I wrap them around his beautiful cock and he fucks my tits while I kiss and lick the head of his dick. Would it turn you on to suck on my tits, Tom? Would it turn you on to suck on the flesh that another man fucked tonight?”
Tom nodded and Ivy reached up, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him to her breasts. Tom moaned as he kissed and licked the flesh that Daniel’s cock had enjoyed that evening. He wasn’t sure he could taste anything, but the idea that her lover’s big dick had traveled between her breasts thrilled Tom, once again in a way he didn’t understand.
“Does it turn you on to know that Daniel came inside me tonight?” Ivy asked.
Tom looked up from her breasts and nodded. “Yes,” he said.
She smiled and pulled his mouth to her breasts once more. “I was on my back, just like I am right now. Daniel was between my legs. His cock was deep inside me. He was kissing my neck and playing with my breasts – with the breasts he’d fucked as part of our foreplay – and he was fucking me slow and deep. It felt so good, Tom. He fucked me until I came. He fucked me to a beautiful, body-shaking orgasm and then he told me he was close. I wrapped my legs around him. I told him to cum inside me. I told him to fill my pussy with his seed.”
Tom’s legs trembled and his cock throbbed with desire. He kissed and licked his wife’s breasts feverishly.
“Would it turn you on to go down on me, Tom?” Ivy asked. “Would it turn you on to be an unselfish, loving husband and clean my pussy?”
Tom sat back on his knees and looked at Ivy’s panties. “Yes,” he answered. “Is that weird? That it would turn me on?”
“Not at all,” Ivy said as she reached down and pulled aside her panties. “It’s beautiful, and it would make me happy. It might make me cum, too.”
Tom moved back and dropped onto his stomach between Ivy’s legs. He studied her swollen, slippery labia and the pink flesh of her pussy before pressing his lips against it. He pushed his tongue inside her and groaned at the taste of another man’s cum. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but there was something thrilling about it. Once again, Tom didn’t understand why his body responded with arousal, but he didn’t need to understand it.
“That’s good, baby,” Ivy said. “Clean Daniel’s cum out of me. Clean his mess. Do what your wife desires and clean my lover’s cum out of me.”
Tom cleaned her pussy until the taste of Daniel’s cum subsided. Once he’d licked up everything he could find, he turned his attention to her clit and took his time bringing Ivy to an orgasm that left a smile on her face and a hazy, happy look in her eyes.
“Come here,” she said. “Cuddle with me.”
Tom crawled forward and Ivy gestured for him to roll onto his side. She pressed her body against his back, kissed his neck, and reached around to work his underwear down and stroke his cock.
“I love you, Ivy,” Tom said. “I always will.”
“I know you do, Tom,” she replied. “I love you too. I know our marriage is different now and it’s not possible for it to go back to the way it was, but I’ll always love you. You’ll always be mine. Though you might be Abigail’s too if we decide to share you.”
Tom closed his eyes and let the pleasures of cuddling with his wife envelop his body. Her skin felt warm against his. Her hand offered wondrous pleasure as she slowly stroked him. The way she kissed his neck every now and then was absolute perfection.
“It would be an honor to serve both of you,” Tom said. “To be your…well, your shared husband, I guess.”
“I think it would be quite nice,” Ivy replied. “I think we’d all be very happy, to be honest, and I think Abigail and I could really turn our company into an empire with your help.”
“I know you can,” Tom said. “You’re both so brilliant and driven.”
Ivy rolled away from Tom and quickly straddled him. She took his stiff cock into her pussy and they kissed.
“I’m going to make love to you,” she whispered. “All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it.”
“I can do that,” Tom replied.
“You can cum inside me just like Daniel did,” she added.
They shared a lingering, sensual kiss as Ivy slowly rode his cock. She made love to him seemingly without any need to make either of them cum. She was taking her time and elongating Tom’s pleasure in the process. It was pure bliss, and though he knew he wouldn’t last particularly long, Tom was determined to enjoy every second of it.
His life had changed considerably since Ivy took control, but every change seemed like it was for the better, which made Tom eager to experience whatever Ivy and Abigail had planned for him.
