Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 10

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"I didn't think she'd do it," Scarlett said with a smile as she swirled the dark liquor in her glass. "I wanted her to do it - Anna deserves better than you can offer her - but I didn't think she'd do it."

Dean was naked and on his knees at his sister-in-law's feet. He'd brought her the drink she was enjoying and stripped at her instruction. He wanted to devote the entirety of his attention to his domme - for one more day, at least - but he couldn't help but think of Anna, who'd accepted Scarlett's offer to set her up for a drink with Eric.

"You know what this means, don't you Dean?" Scarlett asked before her lips curled into a delighted smile. "It means she wants him. It means she wants what he's given me. It means your wife wants to get fucked by a real man, Dean." Scarlett's foot slid towards his cock and she teased the tip with her toes. "It means she understands that you can't give her what she deserves in bed. She finally understands that she married a man that's incapable of truly satisfying her."

Dean knew it was true and he found pleasure in that knowledge and in the idea that Anna had, in fact, accepted that truth. Over the past week he'd grown increasingly comfortable with his submissive desires - thanks entirely to Scarlett's willingness to dominate him - and Dean wanted his wife to explore her sexual desires too.

"Thank you," Dean said.

"For what?" Scarlett replied as she teased his balls with her toes.

"For convincing Anna to meet Eric for a drink," he answered. "For helping her understand that she deserves better, that she can meet her sexual needs outside our marriage without having to leave me."

Scarlett smiled. "Your wife loves you, Dean. She loves you deeply, in fact. She needs something you can't give her, but you've proven yourself a worthy husband and she loves you for that. She won't be leaving you, but I'm quite convinced she will be fucking Eric - or another man - before long. A woman can't go the rest of her life without proper sexual satisfaction, after all."

"No, she can't," Dean answered.

Scarlett used her big toe to gather the precum from the tip of Dean's cock and slowly lifted her foot until it was just a few inches from his mouth. "Suck it clean," she instructed.

Dean's cock surged with desire - he found relentless pleasure in doing as he was told - and he leaned forward, took Scarlett's big toe in his mouth, and sucked as she'd ordered.

"It feels good to suck, doesn't it?" Scarlett asked.

Dean nodded with her toe in his mouth. He couldn't help but think of how he'd sucked Eric's cock and how deeply submissive he'd felt as he'd sunk to his knees on Scarlett's order. Dean had opened his mouth without hesitation simply because she'd told him to. He'd welcomed another man's stiff cock into his mouth, surrendering his sexuality to Scarlett in the process.

Scarlett pulled her toe from his mouth and said, "On your hands and knees. I want to rest my feet on your back."

Dean turned to the side, moved to his hands and knees, and crawled into position so Scarlett could use him like a coffee table. She put her feet up on his back and the warmth of her skin against his felt comforting.

"I wonder if my sister might surprise me in other ways," Scarlett mused before sipping her drink. "After all, I didn't think she'd actually go on a date with Eric. I wonder if she might be capable of far more than I expected. I wonder if I could help her discover a dominant side. I wonder if I might be able to help her discover the pleasures of having a good submissive as a husband. At the very least, I think I can convince her to let Eric use you as a submissive."

Dean wasn't sure he actually wanted that. It was one thing to suck Eric's cock in front of his sister-in-law. It felt like an entirely different thing to subject himself to that kind of humiliation in front of his wife. Anna would absolutely see him differently if she witnessed him surrender to such debauchery.

"Perhaps it will depend on her sexual chemistry with Eric," Scarlett said. "If he makes her cum the way he makes me cum, I suspect Anna would be capable of just about anything. Are you prepared to be married to a woman like that, Dean?"

"I...I'm not sure," he answered.

Scarlett laughed and he looked and saw what seemed to be genuine delight on her face. "It's too late for that, don't you think? Tonight's supposed to be just a drink, but Eric is a very charming man, Dean, and there's every chance he manages to convince your beautiful wife to go home with him. After all, I'm leaving tomorrow and he and I won't be seeing each other again. He's going to focus all his energy on convincing Anna that it's well worth surrendering her body to him, that he can show her a kind of pleasure she hasn't experienced in years, maybe ever."

Dean genuinely hadn't considered that Anna might simply surrender to her desire and fuck Eric on the first date. He couldn't imagine her doing that, but it wasn't all that long ago that the idea of her even flirting with another man seemed utterly insane, so it seemed fair to assume that he couldn't really predict what Anna would do.

"You want your wife to fuck him, don't you?" Scarlett asked.

"Yes," Dean replied. The idea thrilled him. He could feel his heart beating just a little harder at the thought of it. He just wasn't sure if he was ready for it to happen right away and he was certain he wasn't ready for Anna to see him surrender his sexuality to Eric again, to get throat fucked, to clean her pussy juices off of another man's cock like he'd done for Scarlett.

"You'd enjoy offering your submission to Eric again, wouldn't you?" Scarlett asked. "You'd enjoy him pushing his slippery cock into your mouth, grabbing a handful of your hair, and fucking your face while he looks down at you with that wild sense of power in his eyes. You'd enjoy Anna getting fucking wet like I did when Eric treated you that way, wouldn't you?"

Dean remembered how Scarlett had moaned when Eric fucked his face. His willingness to surrender completely - to give himself over to something most straight men would have hated - seemed to thrill her even more than their dom/sub sessions at home had done. The addition of a man - and a deepening of Dean's submission and humiliation - had thrilled her like nothing else in their week together and Dean had experienced a greater rush of pleasure as a result.

"Yes, I'd enjoy all of that," Dean admitted.

Scarlett set her feet on the floor, leaned forward, and set her drink on his lower back. She ran her hand through his hair, down his back - and around the drink - and over his ass, repeating the process a handful of times before saying, "Don't spill my drink."

Dean wasn't sure what she meant, not until Scarlett brought her hand down on his ass. The pain was sharp and surprising and he felt the drink wobble as he trembled. Dean took a deep breath, centered himself, and concentrated on doing as his domme had demanded.

Scarlett delivered two swift swats to his backside, one on each cheek. It stung and Dean winced from the pain, but he remained still as condensation dripped down the glass and onto his back. His arms trembled a little - mostly from the pain - and he wanted to get up and run from the spanking, but Dean kept his submission in mind and remained exactly where Scarlett wanted him to be.

She delivered four more blows, landing two on each ass cheek in quick succession. Dean closed his eyes and tried his best to breathe through the pain, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. An involuntary reaction to the agony of being spanked would spill her drink, which might have been Scarlett's goal.

Dean readied himself for another round of spanking, but he was saved by the ding of an incoming text message. Scarlett reached over him, plucked her phone from the coffee table, grabbed her drink, and once more put her legs up on Dean's back.

"It's Anna," she said.

Dean turned and saw a smile on Scarlett's face that made him think his wife's date with another man was going exceptionally well.

"She feels bad," Scarlett continued.

"Bad? Why?" Dean asked.

"Because she wants him," Scarlett answered. "She feels like she's being a bad wife because she wants to fuck another man. What should I tell her?"

Dean's first instinct was that Anna should fuck Eric if it's what she wanted. He knew she'd find satisfaction in it. Eric was exceptionally skilled and blessed with a big cock and he could provide Anna with an entirely different kind of pleasure. Dean worried about what might happen if Anna actually went through with it, though. He worried the future of his marriage might be in doubt. He worried that it might be a massive mistake to encourage her to do it.

"What do you want, Dean?" Scarlett asked. "Does your wife deserve pleasure, or are you going to be selfish and try to prevent her from experiencing what she deserves?"

Dean couldn't be selfish. He couldn't deny Anna what he knew she deserved. "Tell her to fuck him," he said.

"Good boy," Scarlett replied with a smile. "You deserve a reward. You can eat my pussy while I convince your wife to give herself to another man tonight."

Scarlett spread her legs, inched her hips forward until they rested on the edge of the couch, and spread her thighs as Dean turned to face his sister-in-law, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and moved her panties aside. He placed his head between her legs, pushed his tongue into her wet pussy, and tasted her juices as she typed out a message on her phone.

"She wants this, Dean," Scarlett said as she set her phone aside and looked down at him. "I know my sister. I know she wants to fuck him. I know she just needed a little push. I know your wife is going to fuck another man tonight. I know she's going to bring her well-used pussy back to you."

Dean said nothing as he continued to worship Scarlett's pussy. It wasn't his place to speak in that moment as his domme hadn't asked him a question.

She ran her fingers through his hair, smiled, and said, "I think it's time to reveal your true nature to your wife, Dean. I think tonight is the night that you introduce Anna to the real you."

Dean wasn't sure what she meant and he had a wealth of questions, but instead of expressing his concerns, he concentrated on her clit and watched Scarlett close her eyes, lean back, and enjoy his worship of her pussy.

"You're going to be waiting on your knees when Anna walks through the door," Scarlett said. "You're going to be naked like you are right now.

Dean wanted to object, to argue, to say that he couldn't do that, that he couldn't expose himself like that, but he said nothing, for it wasn't his place. He was on his knees worshiping his domme and she was detailing exactly how she wanted him to behave.

"She'll be surprised, of course," Scarlett said as she ran her fingers through Dean's hair and took a tight, mildly painful grip. "She won't quite know what to make of the sight of you on your knees like that. I'll help her understand, though. I'll help guide my sister in appreciating her husband for the submissive slut that he is. I'll help her understand that nothing would please you more than the chance to taste her pussy after another man has fucked her."

Dean moaned. He couldn't help it. The idea of showing Anna his submissive side terrified him, and yet he couldn't imagine anything more exciting than his wife actually embracing that side of him.

Scarlett's phone dinged and she picked it up and smiled. "She's going home with him, Dean. Your beautiful wife is going to get fucked tonight, and it won't be your cock offering her the pleasure she craves." She looked down at him, watched him tongue her pussy for a few moments, and added, "I'm going to tell her to suck his cock in the car. I think it's important that she show Eric how eager she is, how desperate she is to be with a real man."

Dean's dick throbbed, both from the notion that his wife was actually going to fuck someone else and from the verbal humiliation his sister-in-law offered.

She sent the text, set her phone aside, and said, "That's enough pussy worship. I'm going to have some fun with you before I let you make me cum. Now get on your back. I feel a need to make you drink my piss, Dean, and I don't want you spilling a drop. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Dean replied as he moved to his back and watched as Scarlett stood, stripped off each article of clothing, and straddled his head. He wasn't sure what sort of fun - outside of pissing in his mouth - she intended to have, but Dean couldn't wait to be used.

Dean was on his knees by the front door. He was naked as Scarlett had instructed. Anna had just pulled into the driveway. It wouldn't be long before she was standing in the foyer and looking down at him. Dean's heart pounded so hard he worried he might pass out.

"Stay right where you are," Scarlett said from behind him. "Let Anna soak in your submission when she enters the house. And remember, another man fucked your wife twice tonight. He fucked her twice and he made her cum harder than she's cum in years, Dean. Remember, your marriage will never be the same. I'll be waiting in the kitchen if Anna needs a little help embracing the true version of her husband."

"Thank you," Dean replied. He looked over his shoulder, but Scarlett had already walked away. Dean rested his hands on his knees, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he heard the car door shut. Each second seemed to pass at an excruciatingly slow pace until he heard Anna's key slip into the lock.

The door open and Anna stepped into the house. Dean watched his wife pull her key from the lock, turn towards him, and stop in her tracks as she saw him waiting naked on his knees with a half erect cock between his legs.

"Dean," she said softly. "What...what are you doing?"

The moment of truth had arrived and Dean had never been so nervous. He'd fully exposed himself - in more ways than one - and he was suddenly terrified that he'd made a huge mistake, that Scarlett had pushed him too far, that she'd guided him to a place of total marital disaster.

"Anna...I want...I want to worship you," he said. "I've always wanted to worship you."

Anna studied him for a few seconds before shutting the door, setting her purse down, and stepping towards him. "Worship me?" she asked.

Dean nodded as his wife approached. "You look so beautiful," he said. "And I...Anna, I know where you were tonight. What you were doing. Who you were doing it with."

She stopped in front of him and Dean reached up to run his fingers over the soft, smooth material of her skirt. Anna looked nervous, like she expected Dean to get to his feet and start screaming because of what she'd done that night, but that look slowly faded as he touched her, and when Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against her pelvis, Anna reached out and ran her fingers through his hair.

"You want...you want to worship me...to worship what I...what I gave to him tonight?" she asked. "My...my...you want to worship my..."

Dean reached back and unzipped her skirt. He held Anna's gaze while slowly pulling it over her hips and down her legs. She showed no resistance, and when the skirt reached the floor Anna stepped out of it and Dean pushed it aside. He ran his fingers up her legs and over her hips before slipping them into the waistband of her panties and pulling it down.

Dean leaned in and kissed the fronts of her thighs before looking up and meeting Anna's gaze once more. He kissed his way closer to her pussy, and though he was certain he saw just a hint of nervousness in her eyes, Dean felt no resistance from his wife.

Though he was tempted to go right for her pussy, Dean chose instead to kiss his way around it. Her pubic hair was closely trimmed, but there was something deeply exciting about kissing it and inhaling the distinct smell of sex. He pictured Eric's body on top of hers and his cock moving in and out of Anna's pussy while their pubic hair mingled. It brought his cock to a fully erect state and arousal flooded through Dean's body in the most intoxicating manner.

"I want to worship you, Anna," Dean said as he looked up at his wife with his mouth just a few inches from her pussy. "I want to worship your pussy. I want to worship the pussy you gave to another man tonight. To do so would turn me on in ways I can't possibly describe. May I worship you?"

Anna reached down and slowly ran her fingers through his hair as she studied Dean's face. Her expression was soft and warm and it seemed to him that her eyes were full of love.

"Yes, you may," Anna replied.

Dean leaned forward, pressed his mouth against her plump, slippery pussy lips, and pushed his tongue inside her. Anna gently gripped his hair as Dean bathed his taste buds in her sweet juices and just a hint of the condoms Eric had used while satisfying her. When he licked his way up to her clit she closed her eyes, tightened her grip on his hair just a little, and moaned.

"This is who he is," Scarlett said.

Anna's eyes shot open and she stared at her sister as Dean continued to worship her pussy.

"This is who your husband is," Scarlett continued. "This is who he's always been, and who he wants to be going forward. I think some part of you has always known that, but now there's no denying it. He wants to eat your pussy after another man has been inside you, Anna. He wants to watch that man fuck you. He wants to serve in any way he can. He wants to do whatever it takes to make you - and Eric - happy. He can't help himself. This is what turns him on more than anything. This is what thrills him more than anything."

Anna didn't say anything, nor did she move or loosen her grip on Dean's hair. Instead, her lips curled into a slight smile before she moaned, though Dean wasn't sure if it was his tongue or the what Scarlett had just shared with her that had led to that beautiful expression of lust.

"Use him, Anna," Scarlett said. "Use him as he desires to be used. Show him that you have what it takes. Show him that you're the kind of woman that can take full advantage of a man like Dean. Show him that you can dominate him, that you can make him feel like he deserves to feel. Show him that you understand how lucky you are to have him."

The last bit surprised Dean, for he wasn't entirely sure Scarlett had ever seen him as anything more than a toy to have fun with. It seemed that she did, though, and she was being true to her word in doing everything she could to ensure that Anna dominated Dean the way he needed to be dominated.

"I will," Anna finally replied. "Thank you, Scarlett." She stepped back, offered a hand to Dean, and pulled him to his feet. Anna took his cock in her hand, stroked him a few times, and said, "Would you like to make me cum, Dean?"

"Yes," he said.

"And am I right in guessing that you'd like to hear about my night?" she asked. "Perhaps while you make me cum?"

He nodded. "I'd like that very much."

Anna smiled, stepped closer to give him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Follow me to the bedroom, then. I have so much to tell you."

She walked away, gave her sister a quick kiss on the cheek as she walked by, and moved towards the bedroom. Dean followed, mouthed 'thank you,' to Scarlett as he stepped by, and was rewarded with a slap on the ass. Dean was briefly paranoid that Anna would turn and freak out, but she kept on walking, seemingly unsurprised by the fact that her sister had just spanked her husband.

Dean followed his wife into their bedroom and shut the door behind him. He turned back to see Anna unbuttoning the remarkably sexy blouse she'd worn for her date. Dean approached and reached out to help, finishing the job she'd started and removing her blouse before laying it gently on the bed.

"Thank you for letting me worship you, Anna," he said.

"You're welcome," she replied. "I'm sorry I didn't see who you were, Dean. I'm sorry I didn't recognize the signs. I feel like I've been a bad wife."

Dean unhooked her bra from behind, removed it, and wrapped his arms around her. "You haven't," he said. "I've just been too scared to say anything to you. That's not your fault."

Anna turned her head and their lips met for a soft kiss. "I think we might have a lot to learn about each other."

"I agree," he replied. "Thankfully, we have lots of time left to do that."

Anna smiled. "We do, and we can start tonight. First, though, you're going to make me cum while I tell you about how I fucked someone else tonight, starting with the blowjob I gave him in the car, which is not something I thought I'd ever do again."

Anna wriggled free from his grasp, crawled into the bed, and rolled onto her back.

"Did you enjoy it?" Dean asked as he crawled in after her.

Anna smiled, spread her legs, and nodded. "Believe it or not, I loved it. I got so turned on doing it, Dean. Come. Lick my pussy and I'll tell you all about it."

Dean dropped to his stomach, kissed Anna's soft thighs, and went to work on what he hoped would become the new normal in his marriage as an arousal more intense than any other gripped his body.

Anna smiled, reached up to play with her perky tits, and launched into her first ever tale of cuckolding him. With any luck, it was the first of many.

The End.