Submission is Bliss - Part 4

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I know my husband exceptionally well. I understand him better than anyone in the world. Despite that, there are still parts of his mind I can't quite access. I like that, though.

For instance, I truly can't imagine what it felt like for Neil to polish Edgar's shoes while I gave my bull a blowjob. It was humiliating, of course, but I can't replicate that exact experience. I couldn't be inside of Neil's body and his brain as he got on his knees by the front door and polished Edgar's high end leather shoes - the kind he wears to work - until they were shiny. I couldn't know what Neil felt as he heard the sounds of a blowjob emanating from our living room. It was a noisy blowjob, too, because I wanted Neil to hear. I wanted him to know that I was eagerly sucking another man's cock while he was on his knees cleaning that man's shoes.

Why would I want this, you might be wondering? Because it makes my pussy wet, that's why. Because I'm a dominant woman. Because I'm married to a submissive cuckold. Because I get off on the power that Neil has imbued me with via his submission.

That's the thing of it. Neil has given me this power. That's the dom/sub dynamic. He's not some weakling that I've crushed under my boot heel. He has surrendered his power to me. He has given me complete control over him and I'm free to use my imagination to come up with all sorts of wondrous ways to dominate him. On that particular night a few weeks ago, I used that power to make him shine another man's shoes while I sucked cock and swallowed a thick load of cum.

I hadn't seen Edgar in nearly a week. Real life often gets in the way of pursuing kinky pleasures, after all. He'd texted earlier that day asking if he could see me and saying that he'd had a stressful week and that nothing helped relieved his stress quite like spending time with me.

That kind of thing makes me feel good. Edgar is a very desirable man and I like that he chooses me, that he wants to be with me, that he wants to fuck me. I like that my arrangement with Neil actually turns Edgar on even more, which is why he's more than happy to embrace the fact that he'll never get to have a real relationship with me.

"I'd love to help relieve your stress," I texted back. "In fact, I'd love to spend most of my night working to relieve your stress."

"It makes me very happy to hear that," he replied.

"Come straight here after work. Don't bother going home to change. You won't need your clothes."

I left work early to head home and get ready for Edgar. I did my hair and makeup, I changed into a recently-purchased sheer black bodysuit set from Agent Provocateur - very expensive stuff that looks amazing - and stepped into a pair of heels. I considered putting on a satin robe so I could reveal my lingerie when Edgar walked into the house, but I preferred the notion of him immediately seeing me all dolled up for his pleasure.

I like making Neil remove my bull's shoes. It's a simple-but-humiliating act that immediately puts him in his place. Neil rarely forgets his place, of course, but he's only human and sometimes he's a little resistant to what I want from him. A humiliating act always puts him in the right mindset, and once he's in the right mindset he becomes a very good cuckold.

On this night, I met Edgar at the door in my lingerie. I struck a pose for him, putting my body on display and running the small risk that someone might see me. Our house is set back from the road, though, so even if someone was looking they wouldn't have gotten too much of an eyeful.

Edgar's face lit up when he saw me, reaffirming that it was the right decision not to wear a robe. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I could see how badly he wanted me, how eager he was to have his way with my body.

He stepped into the house and we kissed. It was a deep, fierce kind of kiss of the sort that enflames my passions. It got Edgar hard, too, and I could feel him grow with desire. That sensation - of his cock pressing into me - never fails to get me wet, by the way.

"Take his shoes off, cuck," I said.

Neil dropped to his knees and carefully untied Edgar's shoes. He slipped them off my bull's feet and set them aside before sitting back and looking up at us like an eager puppy awaiting a treat.

I smiled and reached down. Based on the anticipatory look in his eyes, Neil expected a gentle touch. Instead, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard enough for him to wince. I felt a rush of aggression that was followed by the pleasure of feeling powerful.

"Get your shoe shine kit. Return to this spot. Get on your knees and polish Edgar's shoes. While you do, I'm going to devote myself to his cock. I'm going to give him the kind of blowjob you've never received in your life, cuck. The kind of blowjob that a man only receives when his cock is capable of offering a woman the sort of pleasure she tells her friends about, the sort of pleasure that leaves her pussy wet when she thinks about it a few days later. Edgar has a cock like that. You don't. He gets a long, slow, worshipful blowjob after a stressful week at work and you get to polish his shoes while you listen to my efforts to pleasure him in the way he deserves to be pleasured."

There's a look Neil gets when he's well and truly aroused, and not the kind of arousal that comes from kissing me or getting his cock stroked. The kind of arousal that comes from tapping into his submissive side, the kind of arousal that I bet a lot of you are familiar with. It's different. It's deeper. It's better. It's the kind of arousal you can get addicted to. It's the kind of arousal I feel when I dominate him. When I arouse him in that way it brings me a kind of joy that's hard to explain. I feel connected to him, though, because it's just the two of us feeling that arousal. Edgar is turned on, of course, but he's not a kinkster like Neil and I are. Edgar is kinky, of course - he lets Neil suck his dick, after all - but it doesn't go as deep as it does for me and Neil.

I released my husband's hair and he got up and rushed off to find his shoe shine kit. I led Edgar to the living room, pushed him onto the couch, and climbed into his lap. I love the look on a man's face when I crawl into his lap while dressed in lingerie. There's such hunger there. There's something else, too, like I'm this beautiful, perfect gift that's being offered to him, as crawling into his lap is a surefire signal that he's going to get lucky. Every man knows that, right?

We kissed with genuine passion. There was nothing false about it. I do feel passion for Edgar. My body can't resist him. He does fuck me better than my husband. I'd say he fucks me better than any previous bulls have. I cum harder with Edgar, and our bodies are hard-wired to feel passion for the person that makes us cum the hardest.

We kissed and I moved my hips over his lap until Edgar was hard as a rock. Then, like any good hotwife, I got on my knees in front of my bull. Like any good woman, really, I got on my knees with the intention of pleasuring the man that fucked me better than anyone else ever had.

I kissed his bulge through his slacks and he smiled and ran his fingers through my hair.

"You're so beautiful, Jess," he said with a smile. "And you look so fucking hot in that lingerie."

I knew he could see my ass so I shook it a little while smiling up at him. "I like to look good for you," I said. "I like the way you look at me when you see me in lingerie. I like the hunger in your eyes. I like that you know that I intend on making you feel good."

I took his pants off and tossed them aside. I kissed, licked, and sucked on his cock through his underwear. I like doing that, in part because it's a fun way to tease him and in part because I think it turns him on. I think it makes me seem truly desperate for his dick, like a woman possessed, and I can't imagine there's a man in the world that wouldn't enjoy that.

"I like that you made your cuck shine my shoes," he said. "In fact, I fucking love that."

My pussy tingled. "He's doing what every good cuck should. He's showing his gratitude towards the man that satisfies his wife. He certainly can't do what you can, Edgar. He can't fuck me to orgasms that make my whole body tingle. He can't take me from behind and make me cum all over his fat dick. He can't pound me into our bed and make me see stars because I'm cumming so fucking hard. As I've said so many times before, he's not even a man compared to you. He's just a fucking cuck and he should absolutely polish your shoes while I polish your cock."

I pulled his underwear off and took him in my mouth. I sucked slowly on the head, swirling my tongue around it. I kissed it, too, pursing my lips and making them look plump and soft as I held Edgar's gaze.

"I love your cock," I said between kisses. "I love how good it makes me feel. I love how wet I get for it. I love how I think about it every day. I love how I dream about it."

I took him in my mouth again. I took more of his shaft. I did so repeatedly until I'd damn near swallowed the whole thing. Then I pulled back until just the tip remained, took a breath, and swallowed him again. I repeated the process over and over, giving a slow deepthroat blowjob that had Edgar moaning continuously.

I'm sure any women out there already know this, but it's a lot easier to keep a desirable man around if you're a great cocksucker. I've learned that over the years of hotwifing. Some men aren't into blowjobs, but they're few and far between. Most men like it when a woman gets on her knees and gives a long, slow, worshipful blowjob. It feels good, of course, but it also makes them feel like gods among men. It makes them feel desirable and sexy and confident and strong. It makes them want to come back for more because they want to experience all those feelings again. It also makes them work hard in bed - in my experience at least - because they want to live up to standards they’ve set, the standards that got them the worshipful blowjob in the first place.

I kept on sucking like that until my eyes were watering and my throat and jaw had started to ache. Then I pulled back, wrapped my fingers around his spit-soaked shaft, and stroked Edgar slowly while worshiping his balls.

"Fuck, Jess, that feels so good."

I smiled and kissed his balls. "They make the cum," I said. "The cum that I crave. They deserve to be worshiped too." I took one of his balls in my mouth. I sucked slowly and gently while working the head of his dick with my fingers. He moaned and rolled his head back. He closed his eyes as I moved to sucking his other ball. I stroked him a little faster.

Then, while gripped by arousal and an overpowering desire to delight and pleasure Edgar, I went a little lower. I ran my tongue over his taint with his balls resting on my nose. It was hotter than I'd expected. It felt naughty, I guess, and maybe a little dirty.

"Oh, fuck, Jess, that feels amazing."

He put a hand on my head. He applied no pressure whatsoever, but I knew what he wanted. It's the same thing just about any man in that situation would have wanted. Edgar confirmed his desire by inching his hips forward a little. By doing so he made his asshole available. He wanted me to rim him. I'd licked his taint and by doing so I'd suggested a willingness to give my bull a rimjob.

I surprised myself by doing it. I'd never given a rimjob before. I'd received plenty from my husband, of course, but I'd never offered one. I didn't hesitate with Edgar, though.

"Oh, fuck!" was all he said as my tongue made contact with his asshole. I'm pretty sure the thing he liked was that I was willing to eat his ass. It felt good, I imagine, but the real pleasure was the fact that a beautiful hotwife was licking his asshole. Sometimes that's what arousal is all about, though. It's not the direct stimulation. It's the thing that stimulates your brain, that makes your arousal center light up in a way that having your cock pleasured can't.

I stroked him a little faster as I ate his ass. I listened to him moan. Then, as he neared his orgasm, I took his dick in my mouth and sucked hard. He held my head in both hands and came. I liked the firmness of his grip. I liked the sense that he'd taken charge, that he'd decided that I had to swallow his load. I had no intention of pulling away, of course, but a man isn't thinking straight when he's cumming. He's in a primal state, and in Edgar's primal state he was eager for the lingerie-clad hotwife to swallow his cum.

"Holy shit," he said afterwards. "Jess...fuck...that was the hottest blowjob I've ever gotten. That felt so fucking good. That orgasm...that orgasm was unlike any other."

I pulled off his cock and smiled. I still had his cum in my mouth, though. I gestured towards the foyer and Edgar got the message.

"Get in here, cuck!" he called out.

A few moments later, Neil came rushing in. His dick was hard - I'd had him strip before Edgar arrived so he'd been naked the whole time - and I gestured for him to get on his knees next to me. He did so and I crawled closer, took his head in my hands, and leaned in.

Neil opened his mouth and I shared Edgar's cum with him. In a way I also shared the taste of my bull's asshole with him (for the record, it didn't taste like much of anything, but it was the idea of kissing my husband with the lips and tongue that had just been eating my bull's ass that turned me on).

Our cum kiss went on for quite some time. It was long and deep and wet and messy and truly wondrous. I stroked Neil's dick, too, though I kept it slow with a fairly loose grip so I didn't make him spill his load before I'd given him permission.

"Swallow," I whispered after the kiss.

He did so. I then transferred every bit of saliva and cum from my mouth to his and made him swallow again.

"Did you finish shining his shoes?" I asked.

"Yes, I did."

I smiled. "Get on your back."

Neil moved to his back and I mounted his face. I pulled my panties aside and sat on his mouth. I rode him until I had an orgasm and then sat down and smothered him with my wet pussy while I turned to Edgar.

"Will you stay for dinner?"

"I'd love to."

I smiled. "I'll have the cuck cook us something while we enjoy a glass of wine."

"Will we get to have some fun after dinner?"

"Of course we will. One orgasm isn't enough to free you of all the stress of your week. You need more than that. You'll get another blowjob. You'll get to fuck me as many times as you want."

"Can I spend the night?" he asked.

That wasn't something we did with great frequency, but in the moment it felt right. "I'd like that," I said while lowering a bit more weight onto Neil's face. "The cuck can sleep on the couch."

"Don't you have a guest room?" Edgar asked.

I laughed. "I do, but I like the idea of Neil having to suffer a little, and the couch is nowhere near as comfortable as the guest bedroom, so that's where he'll sleep. We'll leave the bedroom door open so he can hear you fucking me. I think it would be nice to wake him up by fucking, too, so he can sit there on the couch with his little cuck boner throbbing."

I stood and looked down at Neil. His face was covered in my juices, though he wore a giddy smile, just like a good cuck should.

"Time to make dinner, cucky," I said. "Make three plates, though you won't be permitted to eat with us. You'll eat in the kitchen and serve us in the dining room."

My body was humming with power. It was exquisite.

Neil got up and turned towards the kitchen. He stopped, though, and looked back at me. "Thank you, Jess, for being an amazing wife."

"You're welcome, cucky."

He walked away and I pulled my panties back over my pussy, grabbed Edgar's underwear, and tossed them into his lap before sitting next to him.

"The cuck will bring us a glass of wine," I said as I cuddled up next to him. "Then we can relax while he's preparing our dinner."

Edgar put his underwear on and put his arm around me. "I'm a very lucky man, Jess, and you're an amazing woman. I'm gonna fuck you a whole lot tonight, though. I hope you're ready for that."

I kissed his neck and moaned softly. "I'm all yours, Edgar. You can do as you please with me. I promise, I'll enjoy every second of it."

I would, too. It feels good to be fucked hard by a man like Edgar. It feels good to give him my body for his pleasure, mostly because I'm pretty sure I get even more pleasure out of it than he does.

He was true to his word, too. He fucked me four times that night and once the next morning. I was a fully satiated hotwife and Edgar was a very happy bull.

Neil got to cum after Edgar left in the morning. Unfortunately for him, I made him cum on his eggs and then eat them. He didn't enjoy the last part, but you better believe his orgasm was hotter because it was humiliating. I made him eat my pussy after he'd had his breakfast because I got all hot and bothered making him blow his load on his eggs.

I do love dominating my cuck husband. I love it so very much.