Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 16

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It wouldn't be accurate to say that Kara trained me to take on a greater percentage of the chores around the house - or apartment, for the first few years of our marriage, at least - but it happened. Looking back, I think it was just something I gravitated towards without really thinking about it. It was, in a way, an act of submission to do more of that kind of domestic work, and to give Kara more freedom to do as she pleased as a result.

Maybe it's not the sort of thing you can identify with, but I do find it pleasurable to work around the house while Kara relaxes. I find it even more pleasurable to engage in that sort of work while Kara goes out. Usually she's just going out with friends, but as you might imagine, there's something spectacularly hot about the idea of doing chores around the house while my wife is out having sex with another man. I mean, just writing it is enough to turn me on a little, so imagine how enthralling I found it when she was actually doing it.

I mention all of that as a way of introducing a story about a friend of Kara's. Her name was Mia and she came into our lives a handful of months after our first anniversary. It was the beginning of the school year, actually. She was a new hire at Kara's school and the two of them became quick friends. At first they'd have lunch together. Then they started going out on weekends. Mia didn't have a significant other at the time so there weren't any double dates. It was really just her and Kara becoming exceptionally close friends.

Eventually, their friendship elevated to the point that Kara started inviting Mia over to our apartment. They'd hang out, have a glass of wine or a cocktail, and chat like girlfriends do. They'd gossip about work, talk about the guy Mia was seeing at the time, etc.

It was during one of those afternoons at our apartment that Kara's relationship with Mia shifted. Not in the way you might be thinking, though. They didn't fuck.

Instead, Mia was introduced to the nature of our marriage. They were in the living room and chatting as usual when Kara called out for me. I was busy doing chores - I believe I was folding the laundry at the time - but I stopped what I was doing and rushed to my wife.

"I'd like another glass of wine," Kara said as she held up her empty glass. "Mia, how about you?"

Mia looked surprised, though that quickly shifted to what struck me as a sense of amusement at watching my wife issue what amounted to an order. "Yes, I'd love another glass of wine," she replied.

"Of course," I said with a smile, as it brought me genuine pleasure to serve my wife in any way she desired. "I'll be right back."

I headed for the kitchen with a smile on my face. I heard Mia say something, but her voice was far too quiet for me to make out the words. I found the bottle of wine they'd opened and returned to the living room with it. I filled both their glasses - and poured without spilling a drop, as I'd had some practice at it - and then turned to head back to the kitchen.

"Actually, Finn, before you go, Mia was curious about our relationship," Kara said.

I turned back to face my wife and her friend - who was quite beautiful, in case that matters - and waited.

"She's noticed that you're almost always doing chores when she comes over and that I don't really seem to do anything around the house, and of course she noticed how eager - happy, really - you were to refill our wine glasses," Kara continued.

I glanced at Mia and saw a fascinated look on her face, like she was a scientist observing a rare animal in the wild. I suppose I was, in a way, a rare creature, and the marriage Kara and I had was fairly rare, too, so I couldn't fault her fascination.

Kara crossed her legs and her dress rode up a little, exposing her soft, milky white thigh. She smiled at me, sipped her wine, and asked, "Why are you willing to do most of the housework, Finn? Why are you so eager to come when I call you, to fill our wine glasses when I could easily make the short walk to the kitchen to get the bottle myself?"

"Because serving your needs makes me happy," I answered. "Because it fulfills me like nothing else. Because I'm at my happiest when I'm making you happy, even if that means doing the housework while you spend time with your friend, or go out for the night, or...well..."

I trailed off because I wasn't sure if Mia knew about Kara's semi-frequent indulgences in her desire for other men.

"Or doing housework while I'm having sex with someone else?" Kara asked, finishing my sentence for me.

I nodded and glanced at Mia. The look on her face made it clear she hadn't known that particular detail of our marriage and she seemed quite surprised by it. Not offended, though. Maybe even delighted, in fact.

"Is that why you're so flirty when we go out?" Mia asked.

Kara nodded. "It is. I'm free to pursue my desires as I see fit while Finn remains loyal to me. Sometimes I satisfy those desires with a little bit of flirting and sometimes I take it a great deal further than that. It really depends on my mood."

Mia now looked utterly fascinated and she directed her attention towards me. "And you really don't mind that your wife sleeps with other people?"

"Actually, it's become a significant source of arousal for me. I know that's weird, but it's true. I really couldn't begin to explain why that's the case, but it really does turn me on when Kara has sex with someone else, and it really, really turned me on the few times she let me watch," I answered.

Again that look of surprise crossed Mia's face, and again it felt like there was very good reason for that. After all, what sort of man is into watching his wife have sex with someone else, and what sort of woman is happy to have her husband in the room as she breaks the traditional bonds of marriage?

Kara turned to Mia, studied her friend for a few moments, and asked, "Was that too much information?"

Mia laughed and shook her head. "No, not at all. Honestly, Kara, this only makes me like you more. I mean, maybe that sounds weird, but you've always struck me as different from most women, which is why we became such good friends so quickly." She looked at me, smiled, and said, "And I absolutely love what you've got going on with your husband. I mean, honestly, it seems like he's one in a million in that he actually seems happy to be this kind of man in this kind of marriage."

"It's more than happy," I replied. "I feel a deep sense of fulfillment. The kind I've never felt before. The kind I didn't really know was possible, and I felt it from the very beginnings of our relationship, though it grew more significant as Kara got more comfortable dominating me."

Mia seemed intrigued by the mention of domination. I figured it was obvious that was what undergirded our marriage, but that might have simply been because I was so enmeshed in it.

"You dominate him?" Mia asked. "Like...I mean...how? Is it just telling him what to do, or is it...I don't know, is it more than that?"

Kara's eyes lit up, like she'd been waiting for someone to come along and ask her that question. She studied Mia for a few moments, smiled, and set her glass on the coffee table before standing and approaching me. She took the bottle from my hand, set it aside, and looked over her shoulder at Mia.

"It's so much more than simply telling him what to do," Kara explained. "It's using him as a vehicle for the expression of my dominance, and giving him the opportunity to express his submission. In meeting my need to dominate, I meet his need to submit and both of us achieve a level of fulfillment that would be impossible alone."

Kara looked at me and held my gaze for a few seconds before reaching up to caress my face. She leaned in and I thought she might kiss me, but instead she gently ran her index finger over my lips before applying just a hint of pressure. I opened my mouth and Kara pushed two fingers onto my tongue.

"Suck," she said softly.

I closed my lips around her fingers and did as instructed. Mia didn't make a sound and though I wanted to look at her, I kept my focus on my wife, for I was absolutely certain that's what Kara wanted in that moment.

She moved her fingers in and out of my mouth, something she'd grown increasingly fascinated with doing over the past few months. She always watched with a delighted look on her face. She'd started having me suck her strapon more often, too, almost always doing so before fucking me with it, and I'll admit that I found it intoxicating. There's nothing quite like your wife penetrating your mouth, either with her fingers or with the surrogate cock that she found such pleasure in using.

"On your knees," Kara instructed. I fell to my knees without hesitation. She slipped a third finger into my mouth, held them still, and once more instructed, "Suck."

I sucked her fingers like I was giving a blowjob. She was holding them right at her pelvis and I was moving my mouth all the way to the base and pulling back over and over. I was, in effect, fellating my wife while her friend watched.

"Is this okay?" Kara asked as she looked back at Mia.

"It's mesmerizing," she answered. "I've never seen anything like it. He's...I mean, he didn't hesitate, and there's something so...I don't know, so beautiful about it."

"It does look rather lovely, doesn't it?" Kara said. "The most beautiful thing, though, is how it makes me feel, Mia. It's hard to explain, because it's so much more than simply being turned on. I am turned on. I'm actually quite wet, but it's more than that. It's a kind of arousal that I feel throughout my body, and it's mixed with this intoxicating sense of power that I just cannot get enough of."

I glanced at Mia and saw a fascinated look that matched the quality I'd heard in her voice.

"This kind of thing - making him suck on my fingers - is just the beginning, too. It's like this beautiful kind of femdom foreplay and it makes me want to push him further, to double down on that sense of control and make use of it," Kara said.

I knew what she meant, as this simple form of submission always made me want to do more, to offer my complete surrender to my wife. Sometimes that meant she'd get her strapon and make me suck it before fucking me. Sometimes it meant she'd sit on my face for a handful of orgasms. Sometimes it meant she'd call one of her fuck buddies and arrange for a night of pleasure while I watched and serviced her pussy between orgasms. Sometimes it was just a bit of femdom foreplay to tease me. It was always pleasurable, though.

"How...how do you push him further?" Mia asked.

Kara looked down at me, smiled, and said, "There are so many ways. We've only been together a few years, but we've already explored so many different ways of deepening his submission." She turned to Mia and added, "Recently, though, I've found intense pleasure in fucking him with my strapon."

Mia's eyes went wide with surprise as I glanced at her, but I saw a hint of intrigue, which wasn't surprising. After all, she would have walked out the moment Kara shoved her fingers in my mouth if she was the kind of woman that found that sort of thing uncomfortable.

"You fuck him?" Mia asked.

"I do," Kara replied. She looked at me, pulled her fingers from my mouth, and asked, "And how does it feel when I fuck you, Finn?"

"I love it," I replied. There was a time when that hadn't been entirely true. I'd always enjoyed it - there's nothing quite like getting fucked by your wife to make you feel submissive, after all - but as Kara's dominance had increased during our marriage, I'd truly fallen in love with being fucked by her strapon, in part because she now wielded it with such confidence. "I feel deeply submissive when she fucks me. I really do. I've even cum a few times."

I'd had two orgasms - of the prostate stimulation variety - during a strapon fucking and both had been otherworldly. The first time was particularly body-shaking, and it served to deepen my submission as it really emphasized the role reversal, where I occupied the traditionally feminine role of getting fucked and Kara took on the masculine role as she fucked me. It was a remarkable night that I'm sure contributed to my ongoing enjoyment of strapon sex with her.

"Could I watch?" Mia asked.

Kara looked at her friend, studied her for a few moments, and replied, "You want to watch me fuck my husband?"

Mia nodded and then suddenly looked quite nervous. "Unless I just really crossed a line, in which case, I apologize."

"No, not at all," Kara replied. "I really like that idea, in fact. He's watched me get fucked, but no one has ever watched him get fucked. I feel like I really want to do this. I feel like I'm really going to enjoy doing this. Are you sure about this, Mia?"

Mia looked at me and then back at Kara before nodding. "I hope it's okay to admit that I'm actually really turned on right now and that the idea of watching is genuinely exciting."

Kara grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it tight enough that I winced from the pain. It was yet another way of seizing control, of helping to feed her dominant side. "That's definitely okay," she said. "I really like that, in fact. I wouldn't object if you wanted to masturbate while you watched me fuck him."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Mia replied.

Suddenly, I'd gone from doing the laundry and refilling their wine glasses to being the centerpiece of an in-person porn show. I probably had a choice. I could have objected and Kara probably wouldn't have forced me to take her strapon while Mia watched. The thing is, I had no interest in objecting. I was being given the chance to offer pleasure to two women, and that was an opportunity I wasn't going to waste.

Much to my delight, we all went to the bedroom. Kara stripped out of her dress and changed into a pair of black lace boyshorts, a matching bra, and her strapon. Mia had this amazed look on her face when Kara stepped out of the closet dressed like that, like she'd never seen a woman exude such sexual power.

"Why don't you get in the bed, Maria?" Kara suggested. "I think you'll find it more exciting if you're close while you watch me fuck him."

"Really?" Mia asked, though it seemed like she was just expressing a sense of disbelief, perhaps at the entirety of what was about to unfold.

"Absolutely," Kara said. I wasn't consulted, of course, because in that particular case, my opinion didn't matter. I'd offered my submission by coming to the bedroom. I'd made it clear I was on board for whatever Kara wanted.

Mia crawled into the bed - tentatively, as she still seemed a little nervous about the whole thing - and sat against the pillows. Kara walked towards me and her strapon bounced a little with each step, making it seem even more realistic than it already was.

"Are you going to be good for me?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"And are you looking forward to this, Finn? Do you want to get fucked while my friend watches?" Kara asked.

"Yes, I do," I said.

She reached out and took my t-shirt off. I kicked my shoes off and Kara lowered my pants, leaving me in my underwear. I thought she'd stripped me fully naked, but instead she caressed my cock through the thin material of my boxers, leaned in, and kissed me in the most seductive manner. Her tongue acted as this beautiful instrument of pleasure, bringing my cock to a throbbing erection as arousal spread through my body.

It was the kind of desire that makes a man want to fuck his wife, but I would be denied that pleasure, and I suspect that was part of Kara's plan in kissing me. She wanted to turn me on before denying me the thing I craved in favor of getting on my hands and knees in our bed and getting fucked while her friend watched.

"On your knees," Kara instructed.

I fell to my knees in front of her and I couldn't help but glance at Mia. I was delighted to see pleasure on her face.

"Suck my cock," Kara said.

It wasn't the first time she'd uttered those words. She'd said them quite a lot in recent months, in fact, and each and every time those words left her lips I could see the arousal in her eyes. She got off on the role reversal, on being the one with the cock, and on seeing my on my knees. She got off on my eagerness to do it, too, as I never hesitated to take her cock in my mouth and suck it.

I did so in the bedroom that day. I sucked my wife's cock. I did it as best as I could. I have no idea if it was any good, of course, but I know that Kara enjoyed watching.

"Holy shit," Mia said, indicating that she too enjoyed watching.

"It's really something, isn't it?" Kara asked as she looked at her friend. "To see a man get on his knees and do the thing that so many men demand of women? To see him happily open his mouth and be a good cocksucker for me?"

"Yes," Mia replied. It was just one word, but I could hear the lust in her voice. I'd worried there was a small chance she'd have regretted her decision to join us in the bedroom, but based only on the tone of her voice I was absolutely certain she was happy.

"You don't need to be afraid to masturbate, Mia," Kara said as she looked down at me once more and put a hand on the back of my head. "His submission can give you pleasure just like it gives me pleasure, and I promise I won't find it weird if you indulge in playing with your pussy while I fuck my husband."

Kara watched me suck her cock for a while and then put both hands on my head and began to fuck my face. She'd done so a handful of times in the past few months and there was something so thrilling about it. It was like I'd completely surrendered control of my mouth to her and she was using it for her pleasure without a care in the world about how it made me feel. As you might imagine, it's not the most pleasant experience to be face fucked. My eyes watered, my throat hurt a little, and my jaw got sore. It was thrilling to suffer those discomforts for my wife's pleasure, though, which is my cock continued to throb as she pumped her strapon in and out of my mouth.

When Kara pulled out she wrapped her fingers around her cock - which was now soaked with my spit - and stroked it slowly as I stared up at her. If you haven't experienced it, I promise you that few things are hotter than watching your wife slowly stroke her lubed up cock while she stands in front of you and stares down with eyes full of lust and dominance. It was - and remains - an astonishingly arousing sight.

"Get in the bed," she instructed. "On your hands and knees like a good boy."

I got up and crawled into the bed parallel to Mia. I looked straight ahead as Kara moved into the bed behind me, pulled my underwear down, spread my cheeks, and spit on my asshole.

"Look at her," Kara said. "Look at Mia as I take your asshole."

I turned my head and looked at Mia. It was her pussy that I saw first, though, as she'd pulled up her skirt, moved her panties aside, and was slowly masturbating. She looked soaked - as wet as Kara's pussy ever got - and when I dragged my gaze up to her face I saw intense pleasure there. She was focused on the sight of the strapon cock entering me, though, and I groaned from the sudden discomfort as Kara pushed the head of her lifelike dildo inside me.

"Oh my god," Mia said softly. I looked at her pussy once more and saw her slip three fingers between her labia and deep inside her. She moved them in and out slowly, rubbing her clit at the same time. My dick throbbed at the sight of it. There was pleasure in watching a beautiful girl masturbate, of course, but there was also pleasure in knowing that my willingness to submit was responsible for her arousal.

"Should I fuck him hard?" Kara asked as she bottomed out inside me, grabbed my hips, and held her cock there as she waited for an answer from Mia.

"Yes," Mia replied. "Fuck him...fuck him hard."

Her voice trembled as she said it, but I'm certain that was from the arousal. She was soaked, after all, and filling her pussy with her fingers as she masturbated, indicating an intense level of desire.

Kara did as her friend desired. She fucked me hard. She went slow at first so I could get used to the dildo, but she didn't wait long before really laying into me. At first, it hurt a little. It always does at first. I'll admit that I kind of love it when it hurts a little, though. There's just something hot about taking a bit of pain for her pleasure that I really get off on, especially since I know how much it turns Kara on to fuck me.

Eventually, though, I settled into the absolute bliss of getting fucked by my wife and I began to appreciate all the little pleasures. Like the way her fingers dug into my hips when she pulled back while trusting into me, or the noises of both pleasure and exertion she'd make while fucking me, or the way she'd occasionally take a break to lean down, press her body against mine, and kiss my upper back and neck.

"How does it feel to get fucked in front of my friend?" Kara asked during one of those breaks.

"It feels good," I replied. "It's such a turn on knowing that Mia's enjoying herself. Thank you for inviting her to watch, Kara."

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Kara asked.

I turned and saw that Mia's fingers were still moving in and out of her pussy - which was still soaked - and that she had a blissful look on her face. "I can't remember the last time I was this wet," she said. "So yes, I'm enjoying myself."

"Would you enjoy it if Finn ate your pussy while I fucked him?" Kara asked.

My eyebrows actually shot up in surprise as I'd never imagined Kara being willing to let me directly offer another woman pleasure.

"We could spit roast him," Kara added. "In a way, at least."

"Yes, absolutely," Mia answered. "If that's okay with you, I mean."

Kara laughed. "I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay with me." She pulled out, smacked my ass, and said, "Get between her legs, Finn. Eat her pussy. Make her cum while I fuck you, and then I'll sit on your face and you can make me cum too."

I couldn't believe the opportunity I was being offered. I crawled between Mia's legs, dropped my head to her pussy, and put my tongue to work as Kara quickly moved behind me and slipped her cock into my ass once more.

Mia moaned as her hands moved to my head. She grabbed two handfuls of hair - a dominant move that I thoroughly enjoyed - and began to grind her hips, rubbing her pussy all over my face. She was, in a way, fucking my mouth while Kara fucked my ass, completing the spit roast.

"Oh...fuck," Mia said.

"It feels good to take control, doesn't it?" Kara asked before spanking my ass hard.

Mia moaned and answered, "It really fucking does. Holy shit. Kara...it feels so fucking good."

It felt like she was getting wetter, and her grip on my hair certainly tightened, which probably meant she was getting closer to an orgasm.

"Fuck him harder," Mia said. It didn't sound like she was demanding it as much as she was expressing something that would make the oral sex hotter for her.

Kara delivered. She fucked me harder. I think it's the hardest she's ever fucked me, in fact, and I could hear her practically panting from the exertion.

Mia came soon after. She pulled hard on my head, genuinely smothering me with her pussy and making it a little challenging to breathe in the process. She was cumming, though, and she was cumming hard, and that was the only thing that mattered to me in the moment.

Kara slowed her thrusts and eventually stopped fucking me as Mia continued to orgasm. If felt her thighs vibrating on either side of my head and a sense of what I think was pride came over me. I'd made another woman cum and I’d done so as a good submissive and there was something truly fantastic about that.

Once Mia was finished, Kara pulled out, backed out of the bed, and removed her strapon and panties. I got onto my back at the foot of the bed, Kara straddled my face, and she took me for a ride.

I love facesitting and I loved it even more that day because it happened in front of another woman. I made my wife cum in a few short minutes, and when she was done she climbed off my face, crawled towards the pillows, and sat against them just a few feet from Mia. They both looked exquisitely beautiful in their post-orgasmic haze, especially when they turned and smiled at each other.

"Thank you," Mia said. "That was an experience unlike any other."

"You're welcome," Kara replied.

"You know, this guy I've been seeing has a single friend that's really cute. I think you might like him, and since you're free to do as you please, maybe we could do some sort of double date?" Mia said.

Kara looked at me and smiled. "I'd love that. And, if you're ever in the mood to take a spin with the strapon yourself, you just let me know and I'll make sure that Finn gets on his hands and knees for you."

Mia turned her gaze my way and smiled in the same manner my wife had. "What a lovely offer. I might just take you up on that some day."

She did take her up on that, in case you're wondering, and I might tell you about it some time.