Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 6

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Shane had glanced at Sylvia half a dozen times since he'd stepped out of the bathroom. Each time his gaze lingered on her for a few moments. Each time she pretended not to notice he was looking.

She noticed, though. She enjoyed the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her. It was her breasts that seemed to draw most of his attention, which made perfect sense. They were designed for that, after all. Men were delightfully simple in that way.

Sylvia's breasts didn't look particularly special that morning. She'd worn a simple purple satin camisole with lace trim to bed the night before. It was hardly lingerie and it wasn't designed to entice. Not really. It was still doing the job, though. The fact that her nipples were hard probably helped, too.

It had been a week since Sylvia had last made her husband cum and she was quite pleased with the insistent, ever-increasing sense of desire he seemed to feel. He'd grown more affectionate as the days had gone by and he often attempted to arouse her with gentle kisses and soft touches. In the last day he'd begun to show signs of frustration, though it hadn't yet bubbled over into anything problematic.

"Did you think of me in the shower?" she asked.

Shane stopped in his tracks and turned towards her. He still wore a towel around his waist and he held a t-shirt he was about to pull over his head. The t-shirt remained in his hand as he smiled and nodded.

Sylvia gently pulled the covers aside, exposing her long, smooth legs and the matching pair of satin shorts she'd worn to bed. She parted her thighs slowly and ran her fingers over her breasts, drawing Shane's gaze between her legs first before he watched her fingers dance.

He took a step towards the bed and Sylvia held her hand up to stop him in his tracks. The fact that he ceased his forward progress without hesitation put a smile on her face and made her pussy tingle.

"What did you think about?" she asked.

Before he could answer, she slipped a hand into her satin shorts and rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned softly for a few moments while offering feather-light pressure on her sex organ, generating gentle waves of pleasure that spread outwards from her loins.

"I thought of...well, actually, I thought of going down on you," he said.

Sylvia opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. "Did you?"

He nodded.

It pleased her that he thought of pleasuring her. It's what she wanted him to think about. It's what she wanted his focus to be. It meant that his training was coming along quite nicely, that he was becoming the sort of eager, submissive husband she'd decided she very much wanted.

"Was I in bed, or had I joined you in the shower?"

His eyes roamed over her body, bouncing from her breasts to between her legs to admire the beauty of her masturbation. "You were in bed. I was...I was between your legs."

"I do like when you're between my legs, Shane." She moaned and closed her eyes for a moment. "You've gotten better at worshiping my pussy, you know. You seem far more dedicated to my pleasure, to tending to my needs."

"I am," he said.

Sylvia ran a hand under her camisole and grasped one of her bare breasts. Shane's hands would have felt better on her perky flesh, but her own touch brought with it a shudder of satisfaction.

"I thought about joining you in the shower," she said. "About pressing my naked body against yours. About kissing you. About stroking your cock and feeling it get hard for me."

A bulge had formed in the front of Shane's towel. Sylvia guessed he was half hard and she delighted in her ability to excite him without even a hint of physical stimulation.

"I thought about pushing you to your knees in the shower, Shane," she continued. "About pushing you to your knees, grabbing your hair, and pulling you to my pussy. About demanding that you worship me, that you make me cum, that you serve my cunt."

The bulge had gotten bigger.

Sylvia pulled her hand from her satin shorts, lifted her legs, and slowly pulled them off, removing the visual barrier between Shane and her pussy. She parted her thighs once more and his gaze focused squarely on the spot between her legs that he craved.

"Drop your towel," she instructed.

Shane did so, freeing his stiff cock from the terrycloth confines.

"Come to the foot of the bed."

He approached the foot of the bed and Sylvia smiled as she watched his stiff dick bounce a little with each step.

"Stroke yourself," she instructed. "Slowly."

Shane wrapped his fingers around his turgid shaft and stroked per her instruction. She watched as the head got bigger and a drop of precum appeared. His fingers gathered the lube and the rather pleasing sound of slightly wet male masturbation filled the bedroom, generating just a hint of extra wetness between Sylvia's legs.

"It makes me wet when you do as I desire," Sylvia said.

He moaned. It seemed that it turned him on to do as she desired.

"It makes me want to reward you, to make you feel good."

He said nothing, but the look on his face and the swelling of his cock made it seem as though his excitement had deepened.

"Crawl into the bed. Get on your knees between my legs," she instructed.

Sylvia masturbated as Shane crawled into the bed and sat back on his knees between her thighs. He stroked his cock - slowly, as she'd instructed - and his eyes roamed over her body in a hungry manner.

Sylvia plunged two fingers into her pussy and buried them there as she pulled on one of her nipples. She generated friction against her clit and moaned at the growing intensity of her pleasure.

Then she sat up, pulled her fingers from her pussy, and pressed them into Shane's mouth. He moaned and stroked his cock a little faster, no doubt as a result of the increase in arousal.

"Do you want me, Shane?"

He nodded with her fingers still moving in and out of his mouth.

Sylvia smiled, laid back, and spread her legs. "You deserve to have me. You've been very good this week. Very, very good. So take me. Enjoy me. Fuck me, Shane."

He released his cock, crawled forward, and leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues entwined and Sylvia moaned as she guided her husband's stiff dick into her pussy. He moaned and filled her slowly before bottoming out and resting for a few seconds while showering her neck in soft, seductive kisses that never failed to drive her wild.

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Fuck me, Shane. Fuck me and make me cum. Fuck me and make me feel good."

Sylvia wanted Shane to think of the sex as serving her needs before his. He was going to cum, of course, but she wanted his focus on her satisfaction, on her desire, on her pleasure.

"Mmm, your dick feels so good inside me," she whispered before showering his neck in soft, seductive kisses. "Fuck me harder, Shane."

He did as she desired, and it was during one of his hard, deep thrusts that Sylvia's mind conjured an image of her friend Holly being fucked. It was a fragment of a memory. Of something she'd witnessed a handful of weeks ago. Of Holly and her lover Roman having sex while Holly's husband watched from his knees.

At first, Sylvia tried to wipe the image from her mind. It persisted, though. She saw Holly's face and the pleasure that washed over it. She heard Holly's moans. She saw Roman's muscular body on top of her friend.

"Harder, Shane," Sylvia said as her loins pulsed with pleasure. "Fuck me harder. Pound me, baby."

Then Sylvia saw Roman after he'd pulled out of Holly. She saw the other man's massive cock. She saw it and in an instant she thought of having it inside her. She thought of how Holly had been quite convincing about how a bigger cock - especially when wielded by a man like Roman - felt spectacularly good.

"Cum inside me, Shane," Sylvia said. "I'm close...cum in me. Cum inside me!"

They came together. Sylvia came hard and she did so while images of Holly and Roman fucking filled her head. It was unexpected and she felt a little guilty about it, but the intensity of her orgasm washed away much of that guilt before it had a chance to settle over her.

"That was an exceptional orgasm, Shane," she said. "Thank you."

He looked giddy and Sylvia hoped that at least part of his pleasure was due to the fact that he'd made her feel so good.

"No, thank you," he replied. "You're amazing. You're like...like a goddess."

Sylvia liked that, so much so that she pulled his lips to hers for a long, deep kiss. She quite enjoyed the idea of being a goddess to Shane. After all, a goddess was worthy of worship.

"How would feel about making your goddess breakfast?"

He smiled. "I'd love that. I really would."

She kissed him again, this time letting her tongue linger in his mouth a little longer as a small reward. "Call me when it's ready, okay?"

"I will."

Shane pulled out and hurried to get dressed. Sylvia watched until he'd left for the kitchen and then opened her nightstand and pulled out the book that had taught her the art of turning her husband into the submissive she wanted him to be. With her fingers firmly grasping the weathered tome, Sylvia hurried to the bathroom before any of Shane's cum leaked out onto the carpet.

Spurred on by her brain's conjuring of Holly cuckolding her husband, Sylvia opened the book to the chapter on a dominant wife welcoming another man into the bedroom:

While I'm certain that all dominant women would enjoy the freedom to fuck whatever man they please - and to do so with their husband's support, I should add - I freely admit that cuckolding is not for everyone. It takes a certain kind of woman to be able to manage having two men in her life, let alone the multiple lovers that some women welcome into their bedroom once they've gotten used to the pleasures of being a cuckoldress. This chapter is meant for those of you that believe you could be that sort of woman.

It's possible your husband is already excited by the idea of being cuckolded. It's not likely, though, as only a small percentage of men are eager cuckolds. Most will need to be trained to enjoy being cucked on a regular basis and it can be a difficult process to overcome the societal programming that tells a married man that it's utterly abhorrent for a married woman to fuck anyone other than her husband.

Thankfully, you've already made progress in this arena if you're training your husband to be a good submissive, as training him to be a cuckold is merely an extension of that basic idea.

Ultimately, the goal is the same: You want your husband to find great satisfaction in your pleasure. You want your pleasure to supersede his. You want him to choose your pleasure over his. In fact, you want him to choose your pleasure even if it means him suffering to a certain degree. And make no mistake, being cuckolded will likely involve some form of suffering for your husband, though if you train him correctly, that suffering will be mitigated by a great deal of pleasure.

Your first task, then, is to continue to train your husband to think of your pleasure as his pleasure. This largely involves doing more of what you've already done if you've been following my advice. Guide him to tending to your needs and reward him when he does so. Exert control over him in ways both small and large and make him feel good when he submits to your control.

Once you feel as though your husband is eager to sublimate his desires in favor of yours, you can begin to subtly hint at the notion of cuckolding him. There are countless ways you can do so, though I can't necessarily recommend any of them as a surefire way of introducing the subject. Instead, you must use your knowledge of your husband to judge what is most likely to persuade him to consider the idea of you having sex with other men while he remains faithful.

Below you'll find a handful of ideas for how to gently, subtly introduce the idea to him:

• Commenting on how attractive you find another man. It could be an actor in a movie or TV show you're watching together. It could be a man you see walking down the street or that you just passed by in the grocery store. There's no need to go over the top about it, but a quick comment followed by an act of affection towards your husband - a kiss on the cheek, a gentle grab of his ass, etc - is all you need to do.

• If someone flirts with you, tell your husband about it. If you're a woman, chances are good that men regularly flirt with you. As a woman who's considering stepping outside her marriage for sexual pleasure, you should try flirting back just a little. Then, when the time is right - perhaps after you've gotten your husband just a little bit turned on - share the story of the flirtation. Tell him that the guy was handsome. Tell him that you liked that he flirted with you. If your husband can handle it, tell him that you liked that the guy desired you. This works even better if you're aroused as you tell this tale, as you can then pull your husband's hand or mouth between your legs to tend to your desire.

• Get in the habit of having your husband watch you masturbate without his participation. Make him focus on your pleasure, on observing it, on watching but being unable to indulge in helping you achieve a climax. Then, at some point, introduce a toy. If you crave a bigger cock than your husband can offer, make sure the toy represents what you crave. Have him watch you fuck the toy. Make sure you cum while you're doing so. Then, immediately afterwards, make your husband feel good. You don't have to make him cum, but you should stimulate him sexually so he associates his pleasure with the sight of his wife fucking a toy that's larger than him.

• As often as you can, emphasize that your pleasure is what's important. Make him say it while you're stroking his cock and bringing him to the edge of orgasm. Doing so will associate the notion with his sexual pleasure, which is what you're looking for. You want him to find genuine pleasure in the idea of you having great sex with someone else. It's also worth regularly reminding him that your pleasure should be his primary concern even when you're not in a sexual situation, as making it a more widespread concern in his life will soften the ground for his eventual cuckolding.

• Arrange it so he ends up watching you flirt with another man. As soon as you're done with the flirting, treat your husband to some sort of arousal and/or sexual pleasure. It could be as simple as a deep kiss or a gentle stroking of his cock through his pants. The idea is to show him that flirting with someone else has turned you on and that you're eager to make your husband feel good after you've done that flirting. You're reassuring him that when you cuckold him you won't leave him for the man that fucks you.

• Following on the previous idea, take that flirtation a little further - at a party, or a night out at a bar, perhaps - and then bring it up again when you get home. Don't just mention it out of the blue, though. Instead, mention it in the throes of passion. Take your husband inside you, kiss him, and tell him how much it turned you on when the hot guy at the party flirted with you. It will be a little painful for him to hear, but if you're riding his cock at the same time he's not going to argue. In fact, he might find it quite pleasurable that his wife got so turned on that she couldn't help but jump his bones the moment you got home. He might find himself feeling quite eager for his wife to flirt with other men.

Over time you can ramp up your training. You can fuck the big toy more often. You can take your husband to a bar and make him sit and watch while you flirt with other men before dragging your husband home to fuck his brains out as you both think of the sexy flirtation. Eventually you'll both find yourself in a place where you genuinely desire his cuckolding.

Until you get to that point, though, I recommend you hold off on reading the rest of this chapter. For the vast majority of men, this kind of training takes time. He's not going to be eager to be a cuckold over night. It could take months, if not longer, and since you have no interest in ruining your husband, you need to be patient. Don't worry, though, once he becomes your willing cuckold you'll have a lifetime to enjoy the pleasures of being able to fuck any man you desire.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Sylvia smiled, shut the book, the tucked it back into her nightstand. She pulled on her satin shorts and strolled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Breakfast on the table and Shane pulled out her chair and gestured for Sylvia to sit.

She intended on doing so, but first she stepped into her husband's arms and kissed him deeply, rewarding him for having prepared breakfast so dutifully and skillfully.

As their tongues mingled, Sylvia thought once more of how much Holly had enjoyed having Roman's cock inside her while her husband watched. She wasn't sure if she could actually go through with cuckolding Shane, but the idea seemed more appealing to her than ever and in that moment she resolved to try some of the tactics the book had mentioned to soften the ground and see if there was any chance her husband would ever be open to the idea of Sylvia sleeping with another man.