Submission is Bliss - Part 6

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I love the freedom afforded to me by virtue of being married to a submissive cuckold. I don't have to worry about being selfish. Neil likes it when I'm selfish, when I'm demanding, when I make him submit to my desires (my desires are his desires, after all).

To me, one of the great benefits of being a dominant hotwife is that I get to expand my sexual boundaries as I see fit, when I see fit. If I wanted, I could fuck a new man every week. I do not want that, just to be clear. That's too much strange cock and really not worth it.

I do, however, refuse to tie myself down to one man. I like having a regular bull, but if I should happen upon someone that I have great chemistry with, well, I'm going to pursue him. I'm going to invite him to fuck me if he so desires it. My bull, whoever he might be at the moment, needs to be okay with that.

Edgar understands that. It's partly why he's an excellent bull. Maybe my favorite I've ever had. He also understands that I'm the only woman he can fuck bareback. He can pound other pussies, of course, but he must use protection if he wants to keep cumming inside me and humiliating my husband in the process. So far Edgar hasn't fucked anyone else, but he's under no rules to remain loyal to me.

Edgar's not a part of this particular story, though. Instead, you're going to come on a weekend getaway with me and Neil.

I instructed my cuck hubby to book us a long weekend at a beachside resort with a beautiful pool. Despite the last minute nature of my demand, he came through. A short plane flight later we were ensconced in a beautiful four star hotel. Our room boasted a view of the ocean and a luxuriously comfortable bed.

I rewarded Neil's skillful booking by sitting on his face soon after we arrived in our room. I remained on his face for three orgasms, leaving him soaked in my juices. I teased his cock a little, but of course he wasn't permitted to orgasm. He'd be lucky to get a single orgasm over the course of our weekend getaway and if I was feeling a bit mean there was a chance he wouldn't cum at all. I, of course, would have a bevy of orgasms because that is my right as the dominant half of our marriage.

Let's fast forward to our first full day. We'd begun our morning by showering together and Neil had, of course, worshiped my pussy, giving me a glorious orgasm. I then rewarded him by letting him lick my asshole while I worked shampoo into my hair and washed my breasts and stomach. Sure, you might not think of ass worship as a reward, but my husband is a submissive that finds pleasure in tongue fucking the dirtiest hole on my body.

After breakfast we changed into our swimsuits and headed to the pool. We relaxed in the sun, we swam, we spent some time in the hot tub. We did some kissing and touching, too, including me stroking him quite vigorously in the hot tub. Not enough to make Neil cum, of course, but enough to get him hard as a rock. I like it better when he's in a perpetual state of desire. When a sub is in that headspace he's far more willing to do as I instruct.

After the hot tub we made our way back to the lounge chairs we'd staked out. It was while relaxing in the sun that I noticed Neil looking at me toes. I'd gotten a pedicure right before leaving and my toenails were a glorious shade of red. Shiny, too, as they did a lovely top coat to protect the polish.

Neil is not a foot fetishist, but he is, as I've mentioned, a submissive and he loves sucking on my toes. I'm sure you can understand, right? There's just something kinky about it, especially when you've been ordered to do so. I've denied Neil the right to worship my pussy and banished him to sucking on my toes on dozens of occasions. It's a great way to tease him, to be honest, to be masturbating and thinking about my bull while my husband is relegated to sucking on my toes like he's sucking a cock.

"Would you like to suck on them?" I asked.

Neil snapped out of his reverie and his head whipped towards me. He looked embarrassed, but he needn't have been. "What? No. Sorry. No. That would be...I couldn't."

Oh how I wanted to make him suck my toes at the pool. At least a dozen people would have seen, perhaps more. It was risky, though, as an obviously kinky act like that was liable to get us in a spot of trouble.

"I think I'd like a drink," I said. "And I'd like you to get it for me. First, though, you're going to kiss my big toe. Just a kiss, though."

I could see his excitement. I could see the fear, too. He inched to the front of his lounge chair and leaned over to give my toe a kiss. He did it quickly, but he'd done as I'd instructed and so he was clear to go and get our drinks.

At least two people noticed, though it had been so quick I didn't imagine either of them thought it was anything other than a playful act of affection on the part of a happy husband. If only they knew that I'd wanted nothing more than to see Neil get on his knees, wrap his lips around my big toe, and suck it like he'd sucked the cocks of so many of my bulls. He's a submissive cuckold, after all, so even if he doesn't want to he's going to take a fat dick in his mouth because his wife instructed him to.

Neil returned with our drinks and I lifted my foot until it was nearly level with his face. He gave it another kiss, this one on the sole. He smiled gleefully, too, and I was tempted to place my toes between his legs and rub his cock. That would absolutely get us kicked out, though, so I refrained.

He sat and we enjoyed our drinks. I read my book, I ogled the remarkably handsome young man that had taken a seat across from us - he was with his girlfriend and thus an unlikely target for conquest - and eventually I felt a gentle buzz work its way through me. I love that feeling. It makes me bold without being sloppy. It makes me horny, too, and I do love feeling horny.

"I want to go back to the hot tub," I announced.

We took our drinks and made our way to the hot tub, which was tucked away in a small nook surrounded by tropical plants. I slid into the water and rested my drink on the concrete deck. I gestured for Neil to sit across from me. Almost immediately my foot made its way between his legs. I used my toes to massage his cock until it felt hard as a rock.

Then, my foot emerged from the water. I admired how good my toes looked and was impressed at how well the pedicure was holding up. I pressed my big toe against his lips and Neil looked at me with a mixture of lust and nervousness in his eyes.

"Suck," I said.

He parted his lips and took my toe in his mouth. He held my gaze while sucking like a good cuck. He'd given head a great deal since I'd first cuckolded him and he'd sucked countless toys along with my fingers and toes. Obviously I like using his mouth. I've found it's a remarkably effective way of showing him that I own him, that his holes are mine to do with as I please. If he's ever feeling a bit rebellious I just have to slip a few fingers in his mouth and tell him to suck like a good boy. His submissive instincts take over and the rebellion is quelled before it has a chance to get out of control. It's glorious.

In that moment, though, Neil was sucking purely for my pleasure. My pussy was tingling. I could have masturbated to an orgasm in the water and done so with ease. I refrained, though, thinking that soon enough I'd drag my husband up to our room, push him to his knees, and fuck his face until my thighs were trembling with pleasure.

Then our fun came crashing down, or at least that's what I thought. Neil panicked and looked to his right. My gaze followed and I saw a man holding a drink approaching. A handsome man, I should say. A little older than me. Exceptionally well built, though.

I pulled my toe from my husband's mouth and I could feel the disappointment on my face.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," he said while slipping into the water. "Honestly, I saw him kiss your feet at the pool and it piqued my curiosity. I had a feeling you might be having some fun over here and I couldn't help myself. My name is Davis, by the way."

I've fucked more men than the average woman - a lot more, in all likelihood - and that level of experience makes you a decent judge of a man. I can see through bullshit with ease. I can spot a threat from a mile away the same as I can spot a good time, and Davis struck me as a good time.

So I lifted my foot out of the water, pressed my toe against Neil's lower lip, and said, "Suck."

Neil glanced at Davis, but he did as he was told.

"What a good boy," I said softly. "Though you're always a good boy for me, aren't you?"

Neil nodded as he sucked on my toe and I quickly worked another into his mouth.

Then I looked at Davis, who was clearly turned on, by my judgment, at least. I couldn't see his cock, but you can see a man's arousal on his face and it was plain that he was excited.

"Tell me, Davis, are you a man like my husband? Do you wish you had a wife that would make you suck her toes in a hot tub?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No."

"Then what kind of man are you?"

"The kind that's hoping that you get to fool around with other men if you're in the mood to do so," he answered.

He was a bold man. That much was obvious. He was better looking than I'd first thought, too. He still had a full head of hair despite likely being closer to 50 than 40 and he was in much better shape than most men his age. None of that mattered as much as his confidence and his seeming understanding of the kind of relationship I had with Neil.

"Are you a good kisser, Davis?" I asked as Neil continued to suck on my toes.

"I am," Davis answered.

He drifted towards me until our thighs touched under the water. Our eyes met for a moment and then he glanced at my lips. His fingers brushed an errant string of wet hair behind my ear and then he leaned in.

The kiss was electric, as was his touch when his hand found my thigh under the water. His tongue made the first move, though I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and offer mine in return. His hand moved from my thigh to my stomach and settled under my breast. The kiss continued, though, and like a good cuck Neil continued to suck on my toe. Davis's hand shifted to my breast and effortlessly slipped into my bikini. His fingers found my nipple and he rolled it in the most erotic manner possible.

"Well, you weren't lying about being a good kisser," I said.

"Kissing's not the only thing I'm good at."

I believed him. Anyone that can kiss as well as Davis could has plenty of experience, and experience almost always leads to skill. Still, I probably could have fucked any available man at the resort so I wasn't inclined to settle for someone who would merely give me a good orgasm. Neil can give me a good orgasm.

"My husband's a cuck, as you correctly guessed," I said as my hand found its way to the bulge in Davis's swimsuit.

He smiled, of course. His odds of getting laid had just improved considerably.

"I like to utilize my cuck to enhance my pleasure."

"Of course," Davis said as I stroked him under the water.

"It turns me on to humiliate him, Davis," I said softly. "To make him do things he wouldn't otherwise do."

Davis glanced at Neil, who was still busy sucking on my toes.

"And, if I'm being honest, sometimes I like making the men that fuck me do things they wouldn't normally do. After all, my pussy is capable of offering the kind of pleasure that men crave, that some men are willing to work for."

Davis kissed my neck and played with my tits under the water. His touch was skillful and confident and I couldn't help but moan.

"Put your fingers inside me," I whispered.

His hand moved over my stomach and into my bikini bottoms. Two fingers penetrated me soon after. We kissed and our tongues entwined and I like to think that Davis got a little more turned on because his fingers were enjoying a preview of what his cock might experience if he did as I desired.

"My cuck is an accomplished cocksucker," I said as Davis continued to finger fuck me. "His mouth is capable of wonderful things because I've trained him over the years. I'm not sure he likes sucking cock, but he does it whenever I tell him to and he does it enthusiastically because he's a fucking cuck and he knows his place."

Neil moaned around my toes and Davis glanced at him once more.

"So if you want to fuck me, Davis, you're going to have to let my cuck fluff your dick. I'll be there, though. You can kiss me. You can play with my tits. You can call my cuck names too, if that helps. Sometimes I like to call him names, to humiliate him as he fluffs the cock that's going to satisfy his wife."

It seemed obvious that Davis wasn't excited by the idea of getting a blowjob from a cuck. That made it hotter, though. It's not just my husband that I like to dominate and control, after all. Sometimes it's fun to do that with a man like Davis, a man that thought he could slip into the hot tub and fuck me because my husband is clearly submissive. Sometimes a man like Davis needs to have his ego tamped down a little before he's allowed to have my pussy.

"What do you say?" I asked softly. "Should we go up to our room? Should I put my husband on his knees and make him suck your fat cock? Should I make him act like a filthy little faggot for my pleasure?"

I was stroking Davis pretty vigorously at that point - through his swimsuit, of course - and he was awash in desire. A man is so much easier to control when he's turned on, which at least contributed to his quick and vigorous nod.

"Let's finish our drinks first."

We did so and then, when the guys were no longer hard, we all went up to our room. Davis and I made out in the elevator and resumed doing so once we were in our room. I removed his swimsuit while we kissed and his t-shirt followed. He kicked off his flip flops and I moved him to the foot of the bed. He sat and I stepped back before turning to Neil.

"Undress me for him, cuck."

My husband moved behind me and untied my bikini top. He removed it slowly, revealing my breasts as Davis stared with a smile on his face. Neil then fell to his knees behind me, kissed my ass cheeks a handful of times, and lowered my bikini.

"This will be yours," I said as I ran my hands over my body, "as long as you let my husband show his dedication to our pleasure by sucking your fat cock, Davis. Are you still willing to let Neil be the faggot cocksucker I've trained him to be?"

Davis nodded as he stared between my legs. He wanted my pussy. He craved it. Of course he did.

I sat next to him and kissed his neck as I stroked him back to life. His lips met mine and our tongues danced. He moaned into my mouth and grasped my breasts, displaying his urgency by playing with them in a rather vigorous manner.

"Neil, darling, get on your knees and suck on Davis's big balls," I said. "Help him make a nice thick load that you can swallow after my cunt has milked it out of him."

Neil dropped to his knees and crawled closer. I had Davis's cock in my hand and I felt a surge of lust course through me as my husband parted his lips and took a stranger's balls into his mouth.

"Does that feel good, Davis?" I asked as I turned to the man that would soon be inside me. "Does it feel good to have a little cuck bitch sucking your balls?"

"I'd rather it was you," he replied with a smile.

"I'm sure you would, but I don't like sucking balls. That's a cuck's job."

Davis leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. His lips found my neck and I moaned while stroking his cock a little faster.

"Fuck, I want you so badly," he said.

"Suck his cock, faggot."

My husband's mouth replaced my hand. His head bobbed up and down. He gave a blowjob because I wanted him to, because I'd commanded it. He humiliated himself by sucking cock like a good little bitch because I'd given the order.

Davis seemed bothered by having a man's mouth around his cock, but of course he did. He was straight, after all.

"It's just a mouth," I said. "A cuck's mouth. A faggot's mouth. Just let it pleasure you, Davis."

"It's...it's just weird..."

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back. He looked surprised and a little scared. I shoved three fingers in his mouth and moved to my knees next to him on the bed. I looked down at him, my head hovering over his. I fucked his mouth a little as listened as my cuck husband gave an increasingly wet and sloppy blowjob.

"My cunt will be yours, Davis. Yours to fuck as hard as you want. My tits will be yours to play with as you fuck me. I will give you my body to use for your pleasure and you will make me cum while doing so. You need to understand, though, that you're not in charge. I am. If you play ball, though, you can fuck me more than once. You can fuck me every day of my vacation. You can cuck my husband. You can discover just how much fun it is to be with a hotwife that likes to humiliate the man she's married to."

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and kissed him. I transferred as much of my saliva as I could to his mouth, too, and he moaned for me just like I wanted him to.

"I understand," he said with a smile. "I do. I fucking do. I get it. You're so fucking hot."

He was in. I had him. He was mine. "Get a condom, cuck. Put it on his cock and use your fucking faggot mouth."

Neil retrieved a condom, tore it open, and placed it on the tip of Davis's cock. He then used his mouth to push it all the way down, deepthroating the man who would soon be inside me.

Once he was finished, I straddled Davis and took him in my pussy. We kissed as I rode him slowly. He grabbed my ass and then ran his hands up my back and into my hair before they traveled southwards once more.

"Fuck me however you like," I said. "Just make sure that I cum before you do."

Davis fucked me to two orgasms, in fact. I hadn't been certain that I'd actually let him fuck me more than once, but the sex was exceptional. We fucked in missionary, girl on top, and doggystyle, all of it in the bed. He fucked with confidence, as I'd suspected he would. We both talked dirty to Neil, too, who remained on his knees at the foot of the bed throughout.

Davis came while we were in missionary. His body tensed up and he grunted and groaned while I held him tight and told him to show my cuck husband what it looks like when my pussy makes a real man feel good.

After Davis pulled out, I removed the filled condom from his cock and quickly poured its contents on my tits.

"Clean me, cuck," I demanded.

Neil crawled into the bed and began to lovingly lick and suck the hot cum off my breasts. He's a good little bitch, after all. We shared cum-flavored kisses when he was done and then I made him put on the used condom and jerk off with it. He wasn't allowed to cum, though. He had to edge himself and to do so until Davis was ready to fuck me again. It was glorious to watch him struggle, to see him reach the precipice of a climax and then deny himself over and over again.

I don't always cuck my husband on vacation, but I love that I have the option to dominate him, to humiliate him, and to satisfy myself with another man's cock. In other words, I love being a dominant woman that keeps my husband in constant submission to my desires.