The Path to a Female Led Marriage - Part 5

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One morning - this was a few days after Erin had sex with her boyfriend for the second time - I walked into the bathroom after she'd stepped out of the shower and saw her squirting lotion into her hand. I watched as she bent over to apply it to her legs and I blurted out, "Can I do that?"

Erin stopped, stood up, and looked at me. "Do what?"

"Apply the lotion. Can I do that for you?"

"I suppose that would be quite nice, actually," she answered. "I'm not sure why I didn't think of it."

She extended her hand and I walked over and scooped up the lotion. She washed her hands quickly and I dropped to my knees behind her. I spread the lotion over both my hands and then ran them up and down her long, toned legs. I applied enough pressure for it to feel like a light massage and she moaned in satisfaction, just as I wanted her to.

"Oh, Dan, this is fantastic," she said softly. "What a lovely suggestion."

I got to touch her, of course, but there was nothing in it for me. Nothing more than doing something nice for my wife. By that point in our journey I'd learned that I should make an effort to do nice things for her - things that would make her life a little better - as often as I could. My mind was more attuned to those sorts of things, which was why it occurred to me that Erin might really enjoy it if I spread the lotion over her legs while she simply stood there and enjoyed it.

When I'd finished, I asked, "Is there anything else you rub on yourself after a shower?"

"I do my arms, too."

I stood, squirted more lotion into my hands, and did for her arms what I'd done for her legs. Erin closed her eyes as I did so and I took the opportunity to admire - or perhaps even ogle - her naked body. Despite my evergreen desire for sex with her, I hadn't been permitted inside her in more than a week and merely gazing upon her bare breasts, her hips, her stomach, her thighs...all of it turned me on.

I washed my hands when I'd finished and smiled at Erin in the mirror. She then pulled me close for a kiss and grabbed my hands to place them on her ass. I moaned a little and pulled her closer, which meant she had to have felt my erection pressing into her stomach.

"How long has it been since you've cum?" she asked, though I'm sure she knew the answer. Erin was in charge of my orgasms at that point and she'd been nothing if not on top of being a dominant wife.

"More than a week."

She reached up and rested her hand against my cheek. "I think perhaps your desire makes you more likely to do nice things for me, to consider my needs before your own. I think the more you want to cum, the more likely you are to try and earn an orgasm through good behavior."

"I think that's probably true."

She smiled and her lips pressed softly against my neck. She followed it with a moan and you wouldn't believe the intensity of the arousal that followed. It was such a simple thing and yet it was so potent.

"Touch my breasts," she whispered.

My hand found one of her breasts and I moaned as I cupped it. There's nothing in the world like touching a breast, like running your fingers over it, like feeling the heft of it in your hand, like imagining how thrilling it would be to kiss it, lick it, and suck on it while your wife moaned softly.

"I like that you're so eager to please when it's been a while since your last orgasm and there's a part of me that wants to see what happens if I make you go two or three weeks without cumming."

"Please don't," I said softly.

Erin kissed my neck and moaned as she directed my fingers from her breast to between her legs. At her silent behest I slipped two fingers inside my wife and my knees briefly buckled at the intensity of her wetness. Her pussy was remarkably hot, too, a sign of overwhelming arousal on her part.

"Are you thinking about your boyfriend?" I asked.

"No. That's because of you. Because of how good your touch felt. Because of how good it feels to be in control of your orgasms. Because of how exciting it is to know that you will not, under any circumstances, make yourself cum unless I give you permission. My mind is racing with possibilities, Dan, and I can't help but want to explore them, to push you, to see the lengths you'll go to in the name of pleasing me so you can earn an orgasm."

My fingers were still inside her and I couldn't help but think of how good it would feel to replace them with my cock, to feel that heat and wetness around my dick, to bathe all those nerve endings in my wife's perfect pussy so I could fuck her hard and cum inside her, relieving the intense and borderline overpowering desire that coursed through my body in that moment.

Erin hopped on the bathroom counter and spread her legs. My fingers had fallen from her and were slick with her juices. I moved to push inside her once more, but she stopped me.

"Not your fingers," Erin said. "Your cock."

I stripped from the waist down and stepped between her legs. We kissed as she guided the head of my cock over her pussy lips. She rubbed it against her clit a little, too, moaning into my mouth as I resisted the urge to push my hips forward and fuck her.

"You're so eager," she whispered.

"I know. It's been so long. I can't help it. I need you, Erin. I need to be inside you."

She kissed my neck and her tongue danced over my skin in the most wondrous manner. "And what if I told you that you won't be permitted to cum. Would you still want to be inside me?"

I felt a deep sense of frustration, but of course I did. "Is that what you're saying?"

Erin nodded. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. You can fuck me, but you can't cum. If you do, I'll belt you until your ass is black and blue and I'll deny you my pussy for a month, maybe longer."

The threat turned me on even more because it was a further example of Erin taking charge. She was laying down a rule with full confidence that I would accept it. She was right, too. I would. That's the bargain I'd made. My wife was in charge of our marriage. I wasn't yet great at being submissive to her at all times, but I was getting better.

"I still want to be inside you," I said.

Erin guided the head of my cock into her pussy. I closed my eyes and groaned at how good it felt. Sometimes, when it's been a while, there's nothing better than the heat and wetness of your wife's pussy. In my case, another man had fucked her since I'd last been inside her and that made it so much hotter.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Perfect. Erin, it's fucking perfect. And..."

"And what?" Erin asked as I trailed off.

My cock was deep inside her and it remained still as Erin wrapped her legs around me and leaned back a little. "It's hotter knowing that someone else was inside you since the last time I had you. Much hotter."

She seemed genuinely happy to hear that, at least based on the way she smiled at me. Then she bit her lower lip, grasped one of her breasts, and rubbed her clit for a few seconds. 

"Fuck me, Dan," she said.

I pulled out and slid back into my wife's pussy. She moaned softly but I could still hear the wetness between her legs as I moved into her. What a glorious sound. Surefire proof of her overwhelming arousal. It was perfection.

"Harder," she said.

I was wary of fucking her harder as it improved my odds of cumming, but she was in charge, so I added more power to my thrusts. I leaned forward a little to balance my hands on the counter and Erin kissed me as I did so. Her tongue was active as her hand moved to the back of my head and danced through my hair in a manner that had always turned me on.

"I kind of wish it was his cock inside me right now," she whispered.

I came in her. It happened in an instant. I don't know if she knew that talking about her boyfriend would trigger me, but it did. The potency of the orgasm was off the charts, too. I could barely see straight and my legs shook so hard I thought I might collapse onto the bathroom floor.

At first I didn't notice that Erin was cumming with me. She was, though, and her face was a picture of pleasure as her orgasm unfolded.

"Grab me a few tissues, would you?" she asked after a handful of post-orgasmic kisses.

I did so and then pulled out. Erin soaked up my cum with the tissues and hopped off the counter. My cock was still hard and it glistened with her juices and a bit of my load. I gave it a quick wash and then put my underwear on.

"Leave those off," she said.

"What?"

"Your underwear. Leave them off. I want the belting to hurt more, and skin on skin is more painful."

"But...you made me cum," I protested. "That's not fair."

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Darling, I don't ever want to hear you complain about fairness. You want an unbalanced marriage where I'm in control, where I make the rules, where I get to sleep with other people while you remain faithful to me, where I control your orgasms. Fairness went out the window the moment you asked for this. Also, I very clearly stated a rule and you broke it. Yes, I helped you do so, but I had no way of knowing that you'd cum at the mere mention that I'm currently in a place where sex with my boyfriend is more satisfying than sex with you."

Despite my recent orgasm, I felt a twinge of desire. The kind that makes your balls tingle a bit. I was despairing over the pain I was about to suffer, but I also registered the incredible potency of my desire to be a cuckold. I mean, how often do you get turned on right after an orgasm?

I also thought about protesting. I believed that Erin didn't know I'd cum so quickly at the mention of her preferring sex with her boyfriend, but she'd made a rule and then made it quite difficult to follow. I think she might have been testing me, though. In the aftermath, I mean. I think she wanted to see if I'd actually adhere to the rules even if they weren't all that fair seeming.

"Sorry for arguing," I said as I lowered my underwear.

I was rewarded with a kiss and she gently patted my ass. In a normal relationship she might have apologized for luring me into a space where I was going to fail to follow her rule. We didn't have a normal relationship, though. Ours was female led because that's the way I wanted it. So Erin didn't apologize. Instead, she instructed me to retrieve the widest belt I owned, to set it on the bed, and to wait with my hands behind my head.

I then received a painful punishment. She had me count off the strokes. She was getting better at administering the pain in a way that wouldn't send me to my knees but that kept building.

When it was over, we cuddled in bed. Erin told me she loved me. She told me how much she was enjoying her role as the one in charge of our marriage, too, and eventually I ended up between her legs, offering an orgasm with my tongue.

While going down on her I thanked her for spanking me with the belt. It might seem odd to express gratitude for a painful punishment, but in truth, I was grateful. Not so much to have been punished. No, my gratitude was because Erin continued to be willing to lead, to make rules, to enforce them, and to pursue a certain level of kinkiness throughout our days, which kept me in a state of desire that I very much wanted to live in.

I had bruises on my ass and upper thighs the next day. Sitting hurt a little bit. It was a reminder to follow the rules, though, and that turned me on a little bit. I really am a submissive.

She followed through on denying me sex for a month, too. It was five weeks, actually. I had two orgasms in that time - both by her hand - but the lack of sex was agonizing. That was the point, though. If you break the rules in a female led marriage, there are consequences to be suffered.

During that five week span, Erin saw her boyfriend thirteen times. They weren't all dates, either. Sometimes they'd just get together for a glass of wine and sex at his place. On two occasions they just got together for a quickie because Erin had been in the mood.

He fucked her on twelve of those thirteen occasions. On the other she gave him a blowjob and he went down on her.

Just to be clear, another man fucked my wife twelve times in the five weeks I was denied the pleasure of being inside her. It was agonizing, but in the best way possible because it turns out that I love being cuckolded. There's angst, of course, but that's just how it goes with this particular fetish/fantasy, and alongside that angst is the most powerful form of arousal I've ever felt. The kind where a few whispered words can make me cum inside my wife and set off a five week period of denial.

With one exception - where Erin and her boyfriend had a lunchtime quickie during the week - I got to connect with her after she'd been with him. It always involved some form of service on my part, usually a massage. I'd rub her feet or her legs or her whole body. She'd give me the details of the sex they'd had, of how many times he'd made her cum, of how many times she'd made him cum. I loved these sessions because I was turned on the entire time and in that beautiful, overwhelming kind of way that only happens when I've been cuckolded.

About halfway through my five week sentence, Erin instructed me to go down on her after a full body massage. Her boyfriend had fucked her twice - with condoms, of course - and I hesitated at the idea of putting my tongue where his cock had been.

You'd think a cuckold would be turned on by that. You'd be right. I was. The hesitation was what Erin would think of me. Now, it wasn't rational. Of course it wasn't. I'd told her I wanted her to take charge of our marriage and to date and have sex with other men. She definitely thought differently of me than she had before I'd made those requests. For some reason, though, the notion of licking her pussy after he'd fucked it made me pause.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I looked up from her pussy. She was sitting on her elbows. Her hair was tousled and beautiful. Her smile was tender. "I know this might sound stupid, but I'm worried about what you might think of me if I put my tongue where his cock was."

"I'll think you're the obedient husband I need you to be," she replied. "I'll think you're committed to this new path our relationship has taken. I'll think that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make your wife happy." She sat up and took my cock in her hand. "Because the truth is, I've been thinking about making you do this for weeks now. I don't know why, but it feels...it just feels right. Maybe it's because you're currently barred from fucking me, but there's something really hot to me about my boyfriend being able to fuck me and my husband having to eat my pussy after another man's cock has satisfied it."

I backed away and my cock slipped from her hand. "Sorry, I didn't want to cum." She smiled. "Obviously I'm turned on by what you just said. By...by having to lick your pussy after he's fucked it. That's...that's really sexy."

She laid back. "Then get to work."

Her tone was demanding and so fucking hot. I didn't think twice at that point. I went to work. I went down on her. I explored her pussy with my tongue. She tasted of sex, but that was it. No latex. Of course there wasn't, though. It had been hours since he fucked her. I thought about it, though. I thought constantly of his dick moving in and out of her, of her cumming as he was inside her, of him cumming while he was inside her. My dick was so fucking hard as I licked my wife's pussy and that was something truly glorious.

After that night, I went down on Erin almost every time she returned home from having sex with her boyfriend. On one occasion she spent the night at his place and didn't fuck him the next morning so I didn't get to serve her pussy after he'd been inside her, but otherwise it became a part of the routine and a part that I found great pleasure in.

Then, five weeks after I'd cum inside her while we fucked in the bathroom, Erin came home from a date with her boyfriend. She took me to the bedroom without saying a word. We undressed while kissing. I fingered her. She stroked my cock. Desire coursed through me as it became clear that I was going to be permitted to fuck her.

I even got a quick blowjob that night as Erin got on her knees by the bed and took me in her mouth. She looked up and batted her eyes at me while sucking on my hard cock. I, of course, thought of her doing the same thing for her boyfriend. I was tempted to ask, too, but I didn't want to risk cumming in her mouth moments after she'd answered me.

Eventually we ended up in the bed with Erin on her back and me inside her in missionary. She allowed me a handful of thrusts and then grabbed my ass and instructed me to stop. I did so and we kissed deeply. Then Erin introduced a wrinkle.

"You can fuck me," she said, "and you can cum inside me, but if you do you'll have to go down on me. You'll have to lick yourself out of me."

I was baffled by the demand, though my cock throbbed at the sheer kinkiness of it. "Why?" I asked.

"I haven't said much about it, but over the past five weeks it's become clear that sex with my boyfriend is considerably better than sex with you. It being a new relationship is a big part of that, but there's something else, too."

She paused, so I said, "What's the something else?"

Erin caressed my face. "Sex with him is...well, having sex with a man like him is different than having sex with a man I'm in charge of."

For a moment I was going to protest, but in all honesty, it was hard to argue with her. "Well...that makes sense," was all I could manage to say.

"It's not bad with you, Dan. It really isn't. It's really nice, in fact. It's just that it's different and if I'm being honest, it's a lot better with him, so I feel like you should have to pay a small price when I let you fuck me. Maybe that sounds horrible, but it's what I want, and for now the price is that you have to clean your cum out of me. I like the idea that it will serve as a reminder that you're not as good as him, that you have to do something he doesn't have to do, that you need to show your gratitude and submission when I let you fuck me and that you have to do so by doing something very few men would want to do."

I was, in a way, being punished for being the inferior of her two lovers. It was so fucking hot. I marveled at Erin's seemingly total embrace of being the one in charge of our marriage, of my orgasms, of me, really.

"Thank you," I said. "I know I say that a lot, but thank you for being the most incredible wife, for being willing to being in charge, for making rules like this."

"You're welcome, Dan. It's truly my pleasure. Now, try and take your time. Try and really enjoy my pussy, because you're not going to be having nearly as much sex with me as my boyfriend does."

We kissed as I began to thrust in and out of her. My mind was awash in thoughts regarding cuckolding and my submission. Those thoughts - and a week without an orgasm - ensured that every movement inside my wife was insanely pleasurable.

"Erin...will you tell me that he fucks you better?" I asked I got close to cumming.

She smiled, moaned softly, and kissed my neck before saying, "He fucks me better than you, Dan. He fucks me so much better than you that it's a miracle I let you cock inside me at all."

I came inside her moments later. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. She held me tight and kissed me. She moaned softly. She didn't cum, though, which was notable.

We stayed like that for quite some time and then I pulled out, moved between her legs, and licked my cum out of her before tending to her clit and giving her two orgasms.

I did not enjoy cleaning her. Cum tastes awful and I'd just had an orgasm, so of course I didn't enjoy it. I did enjoy the sense of submission I felt, though. I don't know if Erin was purposefully trying to engender that feeling in me, but it worked like a charm and of course I was turned on by it a little later that night as I tried to fall asleep. After all, it's a tremendously kinky thing for a wife to order her husband to do.

I can't help but hope that our path to a female led marriage is going to get even kinkier.