Becca Bellamy
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She Makes the Rules - Part 5
🕑 Added 2021-09-21 06:21:31 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“You look beautiful,” Paul said as he and Hannah strolled down the sidewalk. They’d just emerged from and ice cream store and each held a cone in their hands. “I know I say that a lot, but you really do look beautiful.”
“You say it more than you used to,” Hannah replied before taking a lick of her mint chip cone. “Why do you think that is?”
Paul watched his wife lick the ice cream again and felt a slight twinge of desire – he’d spent the past week in his chastity device and it didn’t take much to turn him on – as he considered her question. “I think you’re more beautiful now,” he answered. “And I don’t even think that’s crazy to say. I think you’re more confident and it makes it so you put yourself out there more. Like, you did your hair and makeup a little differently today and you’re dressed more confidently, like you no longer have any issue with attracting stares of lust or envy from people as they walk by.”
Hannah smiled and leaned over to give Paul a kiss on the cheek. Her lips felt cold from the ice cream but he welcomed any touch from his wife. “You’ve very perceptive, Paul,” she said. “And I think you’re right. I feel so much more confident since I started making the rules in our household. I’ve found a group of women that I identify with more than any others I’ve ever met. I’ve found a great friend in Zoe. My life is as good as it’s ever been, and I’m pretty sure our marriage is healthier than it’s ever been.”
“I’d agree with that,” Paul said. Things had changed drastically since Hannah started making the rules, but there was no question their marriage was happier and healthier.
“It’s going to get even better when I cuckold you,” Hannah added.
Paul winced as a couple walked by and the woman gave him a curious look. She’d heard what Hannah had said and she’d clearly made a snap judgment.
“You shouldn’t concern yourself with what other people think, Paul,” Hannah said as she took note of his moment of distraction. “What I want is the only thing that should matter to you, and I want to cuckold you.”
“Isn’t there something else we could do?” Paul asked. He knew he didn’t really have a choice if Hannah decided she was going to fuck another man, but he still couldn’t get anywhere near being excited at the idea of his wife having sex with someone else.
Hannah took his hand and led Paul into the lush green park at the end of the street. They found a bench and sat before she asked, “What would you have me do?”
“I don’t know,” Paul replied. “But having sex with someone else just feels so risky. I mean, what’s wrong with having sex with me?”
Hannah chuckled and licked her ice cream. “There’s nothing wrong with having sex with you, Paul. There’s also nothing great about having sex with you. It’s just fine. I know lots of married women are okay with having sex that’s just fine, but I’m not. I don’t have to be, either. I make the rules, remember? If the rule is that I get to fuck other people while you’re locked in chastity and faithful to me, that’s just how it is.”
“I know,” Paul said, “but I was just hoping we could find some other way. I read about these devices that guys can wear to make their cocks bigger. It’s a sheath I would wear over my cock, essentially. It would make me longer and thicker and then I could fuck you and you could experience more size.”
Hannah turned to Paul and smiled. “You’re so sweet, Paul. You really are. But it’s not about size. Not entirely, at least. I’ll definitely find someone bigger than you – why wouldn’t I, after all – but I’ll also find someone better than you. Someone with a better body. Someone better looking. Someone with far better sexual technique. When I cuckold you, it will be with a man that could be considered a sexual artist. He will deliver pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He will have me screaming his names. He will make my toes curl. He will make me cum in ways my husband has never made me cum and I will do the same for him. Now tell me, Paul, since I have the freedom to pursue that kind of pleasure, why wouldn’t I?”
“The idea of you having sex with someone else scares me, Hannah,” Paul admitted. “It does. I’m nervous that you’ll leave me. Why wouldn’t you? As you basically just said, I’m not the kind of man that can fuck you like you need. I mean, I’m the kind of man that gets locked in chastity and fucked by his wife’s strapon multiple times a week. Why wouldn’t you leave me for the kind of man that can fuck you to a great orgasm?”
Hannah put her arm around Paul and pulled him close. “Paul, you’re becoming the husband I want you to be. Remember, I made the rule that your cock will spend most of its time in chastity. I made the rule that I’ll fuck you whenever I feel like it. I made the rule that you’ll make me cum far more often than I make you cum. Each of those rules – and every other rule I’ve put in place – are designed to make me happy. As long as you follow the rules you’re going to make me a very happy woman, and a happy woman doesn’t leave her husband. A happy woman rewards her husband, in fact, and I promise that I’ll reward you for following the rules.”
Paul knew better than to ask how he’d be rewarded, but he couldn’t help but wonder.
“It hasn’t happened yet, but I’ve decided that I should get to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want,” Hannah continued. “That’s a new rule in our household, Paul. I have the freedom to pursue my pleasure with anyone and you must remain faithful to me. It will happen soon enough – Zoe is going to find a perfect man for my first time – and when it does I’ll reward you if you follow the rules and support me in my pursuit of what makes me feel good. Will you do that for me, Paul? Will you follow the rules?”
“Yes, I will,” Paul said.
Hannah licked her ice cream cone and kissed him. Her minty-flavored tongue pushed into his mouth and he sucked on it as she moaned. His cock surged in the chastity device and the mild ache actually brought him a little bit of pleasure. It was Hannah’s rule that he couldn’t get hard unless she gave him permission, and in the moment following that rule felt thrilling.
“How would you feel about sneaking off into those trees and eating my pussy right here in the park?” Hannah asked.
“I’d love that,” Paul answered.
Hannah smiled and stood up. She offered her hand and Paul took it. “Good,” she said. “I like that you’re so dedicated to my pleasure, Paul. I might even make love to you tonight if you do a good job. You’d enjoy being taken missionary style by that long, slender strapon that hits your prostate every time I fill you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Paul replied as he thought of the last time Hannah had made love to him with the strapon in question. They’d kissed and whispered romantic sweet nothings to each other as she slid in and out of his well-lubed asshole and it had felt spectacularly good. He’d be happy to be on the receiving end of that sort of lovemaking again.
“Good,” Hannah said. “Let’s get you on your knees then. You can worship my pussy while I finish my ice cream. If you can make me cum, I’ll make love to you tonight.”
Hannah leaned against a tree and Paul dropped to his knees. He lifted her skirt, lowered her panties, and went to work on her pussy as she ate her ice cream. He worked hard to make her cum, for as crazy as it seemed, he wanted to be on his back in their bed with Hannah’s strapon inside him. He wanted his wife to make love to him, to claim her right to fuck him with her strapon whenever she pleased. He wanted to follow her rules.
Hannah’s phone rang and she looked towards the nightstand and saw her husband’s name. She tapped the answer button and held the phone to her ear.
“Hey,” Paul said.
Hannah smiled at the sound of her husband’s voice. “Hey honey.”
“How did it go?” Paul asked.
Hannah looked at Julian, the utterly flawless man Zoe had found for her, and smiled. “Julian is an exquisite example of a man, Paul. He saw to my needs like few men ever have. My body quivered both times he made me cum.”
“So you…you did it, then. You cuckolded me,” Paul said.
“I did,” Hannah replied as she reached out and ran her fingers over Julian’s muscular chest. “In fact, I enjoyed Julian’s cock twice. He’s blessed with remarkable orgasm control. He can last exactly as long as I need him to so we can cum together. It’s thrilling, and I swear I could go on for days about how good it feels to have a muscular body on top of mine as I get fucked.”
Paul groaned.
“Oh, is that just a bit of arousal I hear, Paul? Did it just get a little bit uncomfortable in your cage? Is this like when I take you with my strapon? Have you begun to enjoy the idea of another man fucking your wife?” Hannah asked.
“I don’t know,” Paul answered. “That feels too fucked up to be possible.”
Hannah watched Julian pull back the covers and wrap his fingers around his thick cock. He stroked his shaft and she felt a surprising sense of desire blossom in her loins. Hannah thought she’d had her fill, but it seemed that her body wanted more of what Julian offered.
“Do you remember the last time I sucked your cock, Paul?” Hannah asked as her eyes remained fixed on Julian’s growing shaft.
“It’s been months, maybe longer,” Paul replied.
“Would it make you jealous to know that I sucked another man’s cock tonight?” she asked before suggestively licking her lips and smiling at Julian.
“Yes, it would,” Paul said. “Just like it makes me jealous that you fucked another man tonight, Hannah.”
“You’re awfully close to being rude to me, Paul,” Hannah replied. “You have no right to be rude. You know the rules. I get to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want and you have to remain faithful and locked in your cage. I make the rules, Paul. You know that. You’ve accepted that.”
“I know,” Paul said with a sense of defeat in his voice that Hannah found more arousing than expected. “I’m sorry. I know you make the rules, Hannah.”
“I’m going to suck Julian’s cock again, Paul,” Hannah said as she leaned closer and kissed Julian’s chest. “He wants me again and I’m going to let him have me, but first I’m going to suck his big, beautiful cock. I’m going to take him in my mouth and I’m going to do everything I can to make him feel good before he fucks me for a third time. I’d like you to listen while I suck cock, Paul. Will you do that for me?”
Hannah kissed her way down Julian’s chest as Paul remained silent on the other end of the line. She kissed and licked the head of Julian’s cock and he moaned.
“Paul, I want you to listen to me suck Julian’s cock,” Hannah said as she stroked her lover’s shaft. “I’ll reward you if you do, Paul. I’ll reward you when I get home tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while to listen as I suck another man’s cock.”
“Okay,” Paul said. “I’ll listen.”
Hannah tapped the speaker button and set the phone on the bed. “You’re on speaker, Paul. I’d like you to stay quiet, though. You’re free to play with your locked up little cock if you like, but I’d like you to stay quiet and listen.”
“Okay,” Paul replied.
Hannah looked up at Julian and asked, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Julian?”
“I do,” he replied. “It was like Heaven the first time. I can’t wait to feel that talented mouth of yours again.”
“Mmmm,” Hannah replied before taking the plump cock head between her lips and swirling her tongue around it.
“Damn, man, it’s a shame your wife doesn’t suck your dick anymore,” Julian said. “She’s fucking incredible. You’re missing out on this beautiful mouth. I swear, Zoe hooked me up with a goddess when she put me together with your wife.”
Hannah let the saliva slip from her mouth and she used her hand to lube Julian’s shaft so she could stroke him as she sucked. She made the blowjob sloppy, wet, and noisy, all because she knew Paul was listening and she wanted to make it visceral for him. She wanted him to picture her mouth moving up and down another man’s shaft. She wanted him to see his cuckolding in his imagination.
Hannah pushed down deep enough that Julian’s cock triggered her gag reflex. It wasn’t particularly pleasant, but she wanted Paul to hear it. She wanted her husband to hear her dedication to making another man feel good.
“Fuck, that’s incredible,” Julian said. “I swear, man, most girls aren’t willing to gag like that. Your wife is a superstar.”
“Yeah?” Hannah asked as she looked up at Julian and stroked his slick shaft. “Am I a good cocksucker, Julian?”
“Damn right you are,” he said.
Hannah couldn’t believe how turned on she was. She knew it was because Paul was listening, though. She was subjecting him to his cuckolding and it thrilled her. She was in control now. Instead of selfishly jerking off or hanging up the phone and doing whatever he wanted, Paul was listening to his wife suck another man’s cock because it’s what she wanted.
“Lie back,” Hannah said. “I want to ride you while my husband listens.”
“With pleasure,” Julian replied.
Hannah quickly tore open a condom and rolled it down Julian’s cock. “You hear that, honey? I’m dressing Julian’s big cock so it can fill my pussy. And you’re going to listen. I’m going to ride him to a loud orgasm and he’s going to cum while buried deep in my cunt and you’re going to listen to all of it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Paul replied.
“Because I make the rules?” Hannah asked.
“Yes, because you make the rules,” he said.
Hannah sank down on Julian’s cock, leaned back, and began to move her hips back and forth. They both moaned as he reached up to play with her tits. His strong hands kneaded her flesh as she moved her hips faster, grinding her clit into his crotch and milking his big cock with her slick pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” Hannah said as she closed her eyes and surrendered to her lust. “Your cock is so fucking big. You’re so much deeper inside me than my husband has ever been.”
Paul groaned and Hannah smiled.
“Do you hear that, Julian?” she asked. “My husband likes it that I’m fucking someone bigger and better than him. He likes it that I’m going to ride your big dick until we both cum. He likes that he’s home listening while his wife fucks another man.”
Paul groaned again. Hannah was certain he was getting lost in it just like she wanted him to.
“Ride me,” Julian said. “Ride my big dick. Bounce on it for me.”
Hannah leaned forward and kissed Julian as she bounced on his dick. Their tongues danced and she moaned while the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over filled the hotel room.
They fucked wildly and vocally. They put on a show for Paul while pursuing their pleasure. Hannah encouraged Julian to smack her ass as she bounced on his dick and he did so gleefully. She let him play with her body in whatever way he wanted as she neared her orgasm while riding him like a wild cowgirl.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she said. “Julian, I’m close. I’m close!”
He grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed tight. Hannah cried out in pleasure and an orgasm exploded from between her legs. It was better than the first two. It had her body shaking uncontrollably. She could feel the juices dripping from her pussy. Julian came just a few moments after her. He spurted into the condom and Hannah couldn’t help but find it thrilling that another man had cum while inside her.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a woman like you, Hannah,” Julian said. “I owe Eve a debt of gratitude.”
“Does that mean you’re willing to keep fucking me?” she asked. “Because I have no intention of letting my husband fuck me anywhere near as often as he used to, so I could really use a man like you in my life.”
“I’ll fuck you whenever you want, Hannah,” Julian said. “I’m yours.”
“You hear that, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“Hannah, please,” Paul said.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll still get to cum from time to time. You’ll still get to feel my pussy from time to time. But I make the rules now, and our marriage is going to be different. It’s not about you anymore. It’s about me. I just need you to trust that I’m going to make you happy, Paul. After all, when I let you cum, I make sure your orgasms are great, don’t I?” she asked.
“You do,” Paul answered.
“I do, and I always will,” Hannah said. “As long as you recognize that I make the rules.”
“I recognize that,” Paul replied. “I do, and I love you, Hannah.”
“You’re sweet,” she said. “I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Paul. Sleep well.”
“You too,” Paul replied.
Hannah hung up and kissed Julian again. His cock still felt spectacular inside her. She suspected they’d fuck at least once more before going to sleep and she’d absolutely have him again the next morning before going home to her husband. It was good to be the one in charge.
