To set the stage, a little bit of backstory. I am in an open marriage. I have a need to be dominant and my wife is in no way interested in being submissive, so she tells me to go elsewhere to get that “shit” out of my system. I am just to keep it away from the house and our family.
This led to finding Carol. She was also in an open marriage, her husband thought when he told her that they were going to open the marriage that he would be free to cheat without repercussions. Unfortunately for him, she had plenty of options, him not so much. Over time we built a relationship, and she asked to submit to me. It was an amazing 6 years and so special. Her husband, like my wife, did not want to be involved in any way so when they came to town to visit the parks, we always had time set aside for ourselves. They even moved 15 minutes away from my house after living in Upstate New York, a major part of that being the chance for the two of us to see each other more.
Fast forward to the story at hand. For her birthday when we had been together for over five years, she was very pissed at her husband because he was not being a good partner after the move. His outside life wasn’t going how he wanted, and he was a bit jealous of how well Carol and I had done. He told her she could have anything she wanted for her birthday. She decided that she wanted to cuckold him, put him back in line and try out a fantasy she had always had.
She told him what she wanted for her present 10 minutes before I got there. While I had walked past him many times, I had never “officially” met him before. When I got to their house, he was still a little bit confused. He thinks he knows what being a dominant means, listing himself on website profiles as a DOM, but to him, it is about abusing women with their consent. But that is in no way what it means to me or to Carol. With Carol and me, it is about her choosing to let me lead her life, both sexually and vanilla. Her submission is not about the power to hurt, it is about the power she grants to control. As I walked into the room, simply the air of authority I presented was enough to take over the room with a simple command. I never bothered to introduce myself, I simply pointed to a chair and said “SIT.” He followed instructions well.
Needless to say, Carol snapped instantly into her good girl mode for me, and she was shocked but in a good way that I was able to put him in his place and that he fell in line that quickly.
I began by having her kneel in front of me—we always started in that position—and I had her repeat her request. This is another thing we always did where she would affirm that she was mine, that she chose to submit to me, and that she offers herself to me to use as I pleased. We had safe words but never even got close to using them because in my eyes her submission was a gift that I needed to protect and cherish—not a way to break her trust by trying to go too far.
After this beginning ritual was completed I reached down and raised her face by the chin as always, helping her to her feet and embracing her for a long kiss. As our tongues danced, I slowly pushed her wrists together behind her back until I could grasp them in one hand, then took my now free hand and tugged her head back using her hair. It never was forceful enough to hurt her, but it exposed her long neck allowing me to kiss down slowly unit I got to her collarbone.
You could tell from the look I saw on his face as I pivoted her body around with her back facing him, he had never had this type of moment with a woman in his life—it was a mixture of curiosity and awe. He was frozen, and I must admit I had to stifle a laugh because I didn’t want to break the moment.
I gave her commands to disrobe, piece by piece, and she performed as perfectly as she always did As she removed her panties, I had her walk to her husband, which she did with an extra vigor and sway in her hips, and slide the panties over his head. His eyes looked out of the leg holes but with the crotch covering his nose so he could smell exactly how wet she was for me.
He started to resist a bit, but she looked at him and said, “You said I could have anything I wanted, and this is it. Now sit STILL.” Seeing him respond to her raising her voice was fun. She never did that to him, but it got the desired effect and he took what was coming.
I pulled her back to me, running my hands all over her body. Bringing my mouth to bear I began to kiss, to lick, to nibble, and to suck. I paid attention to her mouth, her neck, her ears, her collarbone…then made my way to her breasts. As my mouth found its way to her flesh my hands ran around grasping her hips, her ass, and then I started teasing her lower lips. Grazing them, sliding up and down the outer layer without ever sliding inside, glancing brushes to her engorged clit—small circles. A pass or two going side to side spreading the lips rather than tracing them but still never going inside.
Between my mouth and hands, she was on fire. She began to beg for more. I told her to take off my pants, she could have more once that was accomplished. I never stopped with my hands or mouth until she had my pants and boxers down, which took a little while with me having her edging right on the brink of exquisite release.
Once she had my pants removed, I spun around under her, sliding into a perfect 69. My mouth and tongue joined my fingers as I began to penetrate her deeply, her cries of pleasure a symphony to my ears. I made sure she was facing him so she could look up and make eye contact with him as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth and a little bit down her throat.
She was doing so well I was afraid I would cum too soon, so I put the work I was doing into overdrive, so she no longer could do anything but respond to the feelings her body was having. Lightning flowed from her clit to her soul as she threw her head back and came all over my face. Her body pulsing and writhing in pleasure.
I knew she would need a moment to breathe, so I had her crawl over to her husband and remove his pants. He did not understand or know what was happening, but he knew not to complain. He had fallen into a submissive mode he never knew he had, so the energy in the room just kept that going.
I had Carol pull his cock out of his pants to give him a blow job. She commented he must be enjoying the show; he hadn’t been this hard without a pill in years. His face turned red, but then you could see his eyes roll back as she took him in her mouth.
I walked up behind her and started eating her pussy from behind. She shifted her body to help align the position better, and I knew she was ready. When she was about 2 minutes into delivering his oral pleasure, and I could tell he was close, but Carol had told me she didn’t want him to cum. She really didn’t even want to blow him, but I told her she had to give him a little something, since she was going to get everything she wanted, so half a blow job was all he got.
To prevent his orgasm I simply spoke, in a voice loud and firm, “It is time.” They both froze, neither knew what was going to happen, but neither decided to fight. I pushed him onto his back on the bed, then I lifted her and placed her into what he must have thought was going to be a lovely 69. I raised her chin, told her, “Do not touch him,” and then gave her a loving kiss. I really didn’t like the taste of his precum being in her mouth, but she had been such a good girl she earned the praise of our kiss.
After I broke our kiss, I walked behind her. I commanded her confused husband “Now WATCH” and I slowly sild into Carol’s wet and ready pussy. Both males could clearly see her delicate folds spread wide to accommodate my width, and I slowly yet steadily pushed until I buried myself into her balls deep in one trust.
The sound emanating from her throat sounded like it came from her very soul, a low and almost husky sound of lust. I withdrew almost the entire length before sliding back in, all the way. I took three long strokes to make sure he understood who was claiming his wife, and then I slammed into her on thrust 4 with a power I don’t think he was ready for, but the sound from her let him know how she craved it. After 2 more full power strokes, I pushed his head to her clit and simply said, “EAT,” which he did. I kept pounding her for about 4 minutes, and I felt at least 3 orgasms envelop my cock, giving her 5 for the session. Then she said the words I love to hear: “Breed me, master, fill your cunt with your seed.”
That was all it took to push me over the edge; jet after jet of hot seed poured from my member. Flooding deep inside her, going places so deep his swimmers could never reach. I kept thrusting for about a minute to push all my cum deep inside her. Finally, she said, “Now” and I pulled out of her. She lifted on her arms and tilted so that before he understood what was happening his face was flooded with a wave of my juices mixed with hers.
She then sat back and covered his face with her pussy. She took over and said, “Eat it, bitch.” As he finally understood what was happening and began to do as he was told, Carol told him that this was for all the things he made her do she really didn’t want to; this is how it feels. She kept grinding her hips into his face until she was sure she was clean, and then she crawled over to me.
So took my softening cock lovingly into her mouth, cleaning every inch. She then snuggled deep into my chest, like we always did for aftercare. She looked down and saw a confused look on her husband’s face trying to understand what to do next. Carol simply said, “Thank you for the birthday present. That will be all, you should go get cleaned up. I will tell you when you can come to bed,” and with that, he was off.
Trying to be sensitive to his needs we finished our cuddling and her aftercare while he was still in the shower. It was a long shower, then I went home before he came back out.
This ends the story of the wildest thing I have ever done.