Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 13

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Sylvia's body hummed with desire as she got out of bed on Saturday morning.

The desire was courtesy of a dream she'd had. A dream starring Levi, the handsome young fireman she was on the verge of having sex with. She'd already given him a handful of blowjobs and he'd used both his tongue and fingers to offer her numerous orgasms. In the dream, though, he'd fucked her. Their naked bodies had writhed together as his cock moved in and out of her. She'd climaxed thunderously and he'd done the same. They hadn't used protection in the dream and it was that particular detail that was on Sylvia's mind when she woke up.

It wasn't realistic to fuck him without a condom - not anytime soon, at least - but she was so turned on by the notion that she'd considered masturbating before getting out of bed. There was no need for that, though. Sylvia had other options, after all.

If Shane was to tend to her needs he’d have to be coerced as he was experiencing a period of frustration with his relatively newfound status as her submissive husband. She'd followed the advice of her treasured book and trained him well to accept his new place in their marriage, but every once in a while Shane's ego demanded that he try and reassert himself as the man of the house.

He'd attempted to do so the night before by insisting that he be allowed to fuck her. She'd denied him, of course, and she'd done so while informing Shane that her pussy was reserved for Levi, at least until he'd had her for the first time.

It wasn't the first time Shane had been denied in that manner, but he'd gotten annoyed - bordering on angry - the night before. He'd argued that he was her husband and that he deserved to have sex with his wife. He'd argued that it wasn't right that she denied him so often, that she'd seized control over his cock and orgasms.

Sylvia hadn't been at her best as Shane argued. Instead of seducing him into submission - which was always the first choice - she'd largely insisted that it was his duty to follow her rules and do as she desired. Shane was in no mood to listen to that particular sort of reasoning and so he'd left the bedroom and hadn't returned, choosing instead to sleep in the guest room.

What Sylvia didn't know was if Shane had masturbated. She had forbidden such behavior, but he was a man, after all, and there was no guarantee he'd adhered to her rule, especially given his self-righteous attitude.

Sylvia needed to get Shane back into a submissive headspace whether he'd cum the night before or not. She had a plan, too.

The first step was to look irresistible, though in a first-thing-in-the-morning kind of way, so she got out of bed, stripped fully naked, and retrieved her favorite black satin robe from the closet. It featured a remarkably delicate and undeniably sexy lace trim and the satin felt impossibly soft against her breasts, which never failed to arouse her.

Once dressed in her robe, Sylvia stepped into the bathroom to pull her hair up into the sort of messy bun that so many men found irresistible. Shane was among those men and after washing her face - Sylvia wanted that fresh look - she grabbed her phone and headed for the kitchen, following the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.

Shane was sitting at the table with his phone in his hand. He looked up and his eyes roamed over her body - he'd always loved the way she looked in a satin robe - but Sylvia refused to acknowledge him. Instead, she brought up her messages with Levi and sent a text.

"I had a dream about you last night. A very naughty dream. I was wet when I woke up."

Sylvia set her phone on the counter and pulled a mug from the cabinet. She poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip to make sure it was still as hot as she wanted it, and retrieved the half and half from the fridge.

Her phone dinged and Sylvia read Levi's reply: "Oh yeah? And what were we doing in your naughty dream? Something fun, I hope."

She set the half and half on the counter and typed out a reply: "Well, if you must know, you were fucking me in my dream. You were fucking me exceptionally well. You were fucking me in a way that lasts a long time in a woman's memory. You were fucking me so well in the dream that I very nearly masturbated the moment I woke up."

Sylvia sent the text and set her phone on the counter. She poured the half and half into her coffee, stirred it gently, and took a sip. Her phone dinged with a reply.

"It will be better in real life than in your dream," Levi texted. "I promise, Sylvia. I'm going to fuck you like no man ever has."

She moaned and reached down to rub her inner thigh. She wasn't sure Shane was watching, but Sylvia hoped that her moan had drawn his attention.

"I like your confidence," she replied to her would-be lover. "And that dream was potent enough that my pussy is still wet."

Sylvia sipped her coffee, grabbed her phone, and turned around. She leaned against the counter while studiously ignoring her husband, who was absolutely looking her way. Her focus remained on her phone, though, and the three dots indicating that Levi was typing out a response.

"When can I have you, Sylvia? When can I fuck you? When can I show you that I'm better than any man that's ever had you?"

She smiled and let out the softest moan. Sylvia sipped her coffee and set the mug on the counter. She read Levi's message again and ran her fingers over her breasts while doing so. The satin was impossibly soft and it was genuinely arousing to touch herself like that.

Shane pushed his chair back and stood, which is when Sylvia finally paid her husband any direct attention.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked as he stepped towards her.

Shane stopped and a frustrated look crossed his face.

"Did I say you could come to me?" she asked. "Did I say you could even think about me, Shane?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for how I behaved last night, Sylvia. I am. I'm so sorry."

Sylvia turned her attention back to her phone and typed out a reply to Levi: "Soon. I know you want me. I want you too. Obviously I want you. I want you badly enough that my brain conjured a dream of you fucking me like no man has ever fucked me before. My brain even conjured a dream of you cumming inside me. That part was especially hot, Levi, even if it's not something we'll be doing anytime soon."

Shane was still standing in the middle of the kitchen when Sylvia looked at him.

"Are you texting Levi?" he asked.

She nodded. Shane rubbed his hands together and took yet another deep breath. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sylvia cut him off. "I dreamed about him fucking me. About his big cock satisfying me."

Shane looked away. He turned back to the table. He took a step and then turned back to Sylvia. She didn't move. She simply smiled at her husband.

"I dreamed about him fucking me in our bed. About his long, thick cock moving in and out of my wet pussy. I dreamed about Levi fucking me hard and making me cum like no man has ever made me cum."

Shane knew she was, in a way, taunting him. She could see it on his face. He was well aware of what she was doing. She could also see that her tactics were having the desired effect. He was turned on. A little annoyed, too, but turned on.

"I woke up soaking wet, Shane," she said.

Sylvia reached down and slowly lifted the bottom of her robe. Shane's gaze shifted to her pussy, which is exactly where she wanted it to be. For just a few moments Sylvia let her husband gaze at the pussy that another man would soon invade with his cock, then she released the soft satin of her robe and it fell, covering the object of Shane's desire.

Her phone buzzed. "Fuck, Sylvia. I want you more than you can imagine. My cock is hard right now. Hard because I can't stop thinking about fucking you. Hard because now I'm thinking about having you unprotected, about cumming inside you, about doing so while your husband watches."

She reached between her legs and played with her pussy for just a few seconds. Shane watched and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then he leaned forward as if he was going to try and close the distance between them.

"Don't you dare," Sylvia said sharply. "Not without permission, Shane. You don't get to touch me, to come near me without permission. Not after the way you behaved last night."

He groaned in frustration, turned away, clenched his fists, and turned back to her. "I'm sorry, Sylvia. I'm sorry for how I behaved last night. I am. I was an asshole. I lost myself."

"You forgot your place," she said.

"Yes, I did."

Shane hung his head and his shoulders dropped, like the fight had gone out of him. He remained in that state for a few seconds and then he looked up at Sylvia with genuine sorrow in his eyes.

She smiled, reached up, and freed one of her breasts from the robe. Unsurprisingly, Shane stared at her soft flesh and her hard nipple.

"Come," she said. "Take me in your mouth."

Shane rushed forward, bent over, and encircled her nipple in his eager lips. He licked and sucked and electric shocks of pleasure rushed through her body and between her legs.

"Mmm, Shane, that feels so good," Sylvia said softly as she ran her fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck. "You need to remember, Shane, that my pleasure always comes first. That's how our marriage works now. I know that's hard, but it's supposed to be hard. I'm the one in control. You're the one who offers his submission, and sometimes offering your submission means that your pleasure is put on the back burner, unless of course you keep yourself in a headspace where my pleasure is your pleasure."

He ran his fingers over the outsides of her thighs and Sylvia applied gentle pressure to the back of his head. He opened his mouth wider and took more of her breast between his lips. He sucked harder, too, and her body tingled with pleasure, in part because the physical stimulation felt good and in part because his submission felt even better.

"That's enough," she said.

Shane pulled back - reluctantly, from what Sylvia could tell - and stood tall. His cock was hard, at least based on the bulge in his pants. His eyes were alive with desire.

"Did you cum last night?" Sylvia asked.

A pained look crossed his face before Shane nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Sylvia wasn't surprised that he'd surrendered to his desire, nor was she inclined to levy a significant punishment. Shane was human, after all, and mistakes were inevitable.

"It's okay," she said. "Mistakes happen. I'm disappointed and there will be consequences, but they won't be overwhelming, I promise."

"I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

He seemed genuinely contrite, which made her smile. Her efforts in training her husband to be a good submissive had paid off. The fact that he viewed his masturbation as a mistake, as a genuine offense, was a big deal. He was well on his way to being every bit the submissive she wanted him to be. He recognized and embraced his place in their marriage.

"That's good to hear," she said. "You can start by stripping, getting on your knees, and kissing my feet while I text Levi."

Shane stripped without hesitation and fell to his knees on the kitchen floor. He bent over and kissed her feet without hesitation, too.

"Shane is on his knees right now. He's kissing my feet. He disappointed me last night and he's trying to make up for it. I was hoping you'd be willing to help him make up for it."

"Of course," Levi replied. "Did you have something special in mind?"

Sylvia smiled as an idea popped into her head. "I did, actually. How would you feel about Shane doing chores for you while I suck your cock?"

Her pussy tingled as she typed out the words.

"I'd be a madman to pass up the chance to get a blowjob from you, Sylvia. Your mouth is capable of wonders that made my head spin. When did you want to do this?"

"Today," she texted. "In a few hours if you're available."

"I am. Just let me know when you're on your way over."

"I will."

Sylvia set her phone on the counter and looked down at Shane, who was still busy kissing her feet.

"Look up at me."

He sat back and looked up at her as ordered.

"You're going to spend the few hours doing chores around the house. You'll do so without your clothes on."

He nodded.

"I'm going to spend the next few hours getting ready to see Levi. When I'm ready, we'll both go to his place. When we arrive, he'll have a list of chores that need to be tended to. You'll do those chores for him. While you do, he and I will fool around. We'll make out. He'll play with my tits. He'll suck on them. I'll play with his cock. Eventually I'll end up on my knees with his dick in my mouth. I'll give him a long, slow, worshipful blowjob. I'll suck his balls. I might even lick his fucking taint. I'll make him feel better than I've ever made you feel, Shane, and eventually I'll make him cum in my mouth while you're busy doing chores for him. You will not complain. You will not gripe. You will not groan about how unfair it is that I'm sucking another man's cock while you're busy doing his laundry or his dishes or cleaning his kitchen. You will submit to your punishment and you will do so without complaint. Do you understand?"

The look on his face made it clear that Shane wasn't excited about the afternoon she had planned for him. "I understand."

Sylvia walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a yogurt. She grabbed a spoon and sat at the kitchen table to dig into her breakfast.

"Why are you still here, Shane? You have chores to do."

He stood and walked out of the kitchen. Sylvia smiled and ate her yogurt. When she was finished, she'd do her hair and makeup to ensure she looked stunning for Levi. She'd also ensure that Shane was jealous of how good she looked for another man. Had he not surrendered to his selfish desires the night before, Sylvia might have seen fit to reward her husband with an orgasm that morning, but instead he'd be punished because sometimes a disobedient submissive needed to be punished.

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"Sylvia, wow," Levi said as he answered the door.

She'd kept with a theme of satin, selecting a green satin wrap dress and forgoing a bra. Her nipples were hard and rather obvious, which was why Levi stared at them for a full second before meeting her gaze.

"You like it?" she asked.

Levi nodded and Sylvia rewarded him by spinning around. The bottom of the dress floated up, revealing her lack of panties.

"God damn, you're incredible," he said.

Sylvia stepped into his house and his strong arms. They kissed as Levi ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as he pulled up the dress and fondled her bare ass, eliciting a moan into his mouth.

"Can I get you a drink? I happen to have a bottle of champagne and some orange juice. We could have mimosas. That's a good Saturday afternoon drink, right?"

Sylvia smiled and took his hand. "It is, but I think Shane should make them for us before he gets to work on your chores."

"Fantastic," Levi said, though he looked just a bit uncomfortable. That was understandable, though, as he was really just a bystander in the dom/sub game Sylvia was playing with her husband.

"Shane, make us two mimosas, please," Sylvia said. "And Levi, did you make a list of the chores?"

"It's on the kitchen table."

"After you've made the drinks and delivered them to us, find the list and get started, darling," she instructed.

"Of course," Shane said as he made his way to the kitchen.

"This dress, Sylvia...this dress is incredible." Levi stepped back to soak her in once more and then took Sylvia in his arms. They shared a deep kiss and she felt his cock pressing into her stomach.

"I was hoping you'd like it," she said. "I bought it to wear for you, in fact, and it's probably not the last time you'll see it."

"You could wear this every single time I saw you and I'd fucking love it."

His fingers moved down her back and around front. He probed under her dress and rubbed her pussy lips while kissing her neck. Sylvia closed her eyes as the sound of a champagne cork being popped emanated from the kitchen. Levi's fingers were inside her a moment later and she smiled at how easily he penetrated her. Such was her wetness, though, as she'd been horny from the moment she woke up that morning.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she whispered. "Since I woke up. That's why I'm so wet, Levi, and believe it or not, the idea of sucking your cock makes me tingle."

"Well, we're agreed on that," he replied. "Though I do hope you'll let me tend to you as well."

She smiled. "I can't imagine why I'd turn that down."

He took her hand and they moved to the living room. Shane showed up with their drinks a moment later and handed them off. He smiled, nodded, and returned to the kitchen, no doubt to find the list of chores and get to work.

Sylvia and Levi toasted, sipped their mimosas, and talked for the next half hour. They did plenty of touching and kissing, of course, but she quite liked the sensation of delaying her gratification, of letting her desire build as Levi caressed her leg, kissed her neck, and told her how beautiful she was when he wasn't talking about his job, his family, his ambitions. He asked her plenty of questions, too, because he was smart enough to know that women like talking about themselves just as much as men do.

Eventually, though, Sylvia had to have him. She'd finished her mimosa and had a bubbly buzz that champagne always seemed to provide. She leaned in and kissed Levi's neck. His short facial hair was scratchy against her lips, but in a delightful way that made him somehow feel even more manly than he already was.

Levi wasn't content to simply receive her affection, though. He kissed her, too. He played with her tits through the soft, sexy material of her dress. He fingered her pussy a little, too, drawing her close to the edge of orgasm a few times before pulling back.

Sylvia heard the washing machine come on as she unzipped Levi's pants. "Is he doing your laundry?"

Levi nodded. "I fucking hate doing laundry."

She kissed his neck. "So now my husband is doing it for you. Fuck, he's going to be doing it for you while I'm sucking your cock. There's something so fucking hot about that."

"I know."

Sylvia wasn't kidding. She was massively turned on at the idea of giving Levi a blowjob while Shane was busy putting his dirty clothes into the washing machine. That was the thing that had her slide off the couch and onto her knees. She removed Levi's pants and shoes and took his gorgeous cock in her mouth. She'd kept her dress on at his request, but she pulled up the back just a little so he could catch a glimpse of her ass cheeks as she shook them while blowing him.

"Fuck, Sylvia...that feels so good," Levi said. A moment later his eyes were closed and his head rested against the couch. He sank into enjoying the blowjob and her pussy dripped as she gave it.

Sylvia took her time. Levi was turned on enough she probably could have made him cum rather quickly, but there was no need for that. She wanted to make his pleasure last, in part to make Shane jealous and in part to make sure that he spent a fair amount of time doing chores while she pleasured another man.

To that end, Sylvia didn't just suck Levi's cock. She sucked his balls. She kissed and licked his inner thighs. She even kissed and licked his taint a little bit, which proved more exciting than she would have imagined, in no small part because he seemed to find it insanely hot. Sylvia had never given a man a rimjob before, but she could see herself doing so for Levi, provided he was fresh out of the shower.

Eventually, though, Sylvia was far too eager to make him cum to make it last any longer. She took him in her mouth. She stroked and sucked vigorously. He watched with lust in his eyes. He moaned. He ran his fingers through her hair. He caressed her face. He told her how good it felt. He told her he was going to cum in her mouth.

Then he did. He blew his load in her mouth and it was massive. The length of the blowjob probably increased the volume, though Sylvia had no complaints. His cum didn't taste bad.

She swallowed it greedily and opened her mouth to show him it was gone. She felt a little slutty for having done so, but in that moment it made her pussy even wetter.

Sylvia noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Shane standing at the edge of the living room. He had an empty laundry basket in his hand and a jealous look on his face.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"A few minutes."

"And did you enjoy watching me swallow another man's cum?" Sylvia asked.

Shane shifted uncomfortably, looked away, and nodded.

"Of course you did, and there's nothing wrong with that, Shane. You know how much I enjoy making Levi cum in my mouth, so you should enjoy watching me take his load. You should enjoy watching me swallow it because you know that brings me pleasure, too, and my pleasure should be the only thing that matters to you."

"It is," he said.

Sylvia stood and approached her husband. She took his head in her hands and leaned in. "You should also know that it made my pussy wet to know that you were doing chores while I was busy sucking Levi's cock. I'm going to cum harder when he goes down on me because you're doing his chores. Your willingness to embrace that humiliation is going to make my day much, much more pleasurable, Shane, and that makes me very happy."

"I love you, Sylvia," he said softly. "And I'm so sorry about last night."

"I know."

She kissed him, though it couldn't have been pure reward. Another man had just cum in her mouth, after all, and now her tongue was in Shane's mouth. He welcomed the kiss, though, parting his lips and letting his tongue indulge in a dance with hers.

"Now get back to work," she whispered. "I'm going to get my pussy eaten by a gorgeous firefighter."

Shane nodded, turned, and headed to the laundry room. Sylvia turned and headed to the couch. She crawled into Levi's lap and they kissed as he ran his hands all over her body.

"Can I make you cum more than once?" he asked.

"I'd like that very much," Sylvia replied.

It was shaping up to be an exceptionally pleasurable Saturday, and the fun was just getting started.