Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 14

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"I've been with seven different men this year," Kara noted a few weeks before our first wedding anniversary.

We were walking hand-in-hand along the Charles River at the time and we'd gone a few minutes without saying anything, so that announcement felt like it came out of the blue. The fact that she delivered it with a hint of surprise in her voice made it seem like it had been out of the blue for her, too.

I knew she'd slept with a handful of guys over the course of our first year of marriage - it's hard not to remember that sort of thing when she made sure to give me an orgasm while telling me about each encounter she'd had - but the total number did strike me as more than I thought it would be.

"What made you think of that?" I asked. I liked that she was thinking about sex - at least that's what I assumed she was thinking about - and I'll admit that I did find it kind of thrilling that she was thinking about sex with other men.

Kara smiled, turned her head to look behind us, and said, "A little ways back I saw a guy that reminded me of someone I was with a few months back, which got me to thinking about that night, which got me thinking about all the guys I've been with this year, which got me to counting them."

"Which was the best?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Kara replied, offering a partial answer, since there would be no need to ask that question if I was the best.

"I guess that means it wasn't me," I said.

"Well, if best means the man that gave me the best orgasm I've had all year, then no, it wasn't you," she replied before squeezing my hand. "You were responsible for lots of great orgasms for me this year, though, and in a way you're responsible for all of them since your submission means that I get to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want."

It really did feel like an act of submission each time she fucked someone else. It wasn't necessarily a direct act of submission, but by embracing the idea that Kara both needed and deserved to fuck whoever she wanted, I was putting her desires above my own, and in that way I was submitting. Though, by that point I was also thoroughly aroused by the idea of being cuckolded, so it's fair to say that I benefited greatly from Kara fucking other people.

"So, who was the best?" I asked. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Kara stopped and pulled me towards a bench that overlooked the river. We sat and she reached up to run her fingers through my hair before caressing my face in a warm, gentle manner that managed to make me feel just a little bit submissive, which was really quite blissful in the moment.

"Do you like the idea that other men have made me cum harder than you this year, Finn? That someone else's cock has satisfied me more than yours?" Kara asked.

I nodded as my cock stirred just a little. There was something genuinely exciting about the idea of Kara having a massively pleasurable orgasm with someone else's dick deep inside her.

"And you like it when I tell you all about the sex I had with another man, don't you?" she said. "You like it when we cuddle up in bed and I stroke your cock as I share every little detail of how I got fucked, don't you?"

I nodded again and Kara scooted a little closer and moved a hand to my leg. She wasn't anywhere near my cock - we were in public, after all - but her touch felt electric.

"And you cum hard when I tell you about the fun I have with other men, don't you?" she asked. "You love hearing about how I went home with a hot guy I met in a bar, and how I sucked his big dick to get him hard, and how I put a condom on that big dick and took it for a ride with my wet, married pussy until I had a screaming orgasm. You love that, don't you?"

"Yes, Kara, I do," I admitted as I felt that telltale tingling between my legs that always signaled a beautiful build-up of arousal. I was certain Kara could see that arousal on my face, too, as it wasn't the sort of thing I made any effort to hide.

She leaned closer and kissed my neck softly. It was simple, and yet it was so powerfully erotic that my cock reached an almost fully erect state. The fact that she was caressing my leg - though still far away from my crotch - certainly helped.

"Do you remember me telling you about Mark, the guy I fucked last December?" she asked. "The one I fucked four separate times?"

I nodded. Kara had seen a few of the guys more than once, but Mark was the only one she'd been with four times.

"He's the one that fucked me the best, Finn. He's the one that made me cum the hardest. He's the one that left my whole body tingling every time he fucked me," she explained between soft, insanely seductive kisses on my neck. "He's the one that I sometimes fantasize about while you're inside me."

That last part, that was astonishingly hot. It's not the kind of thing I ever thought I'd hear my wife say, and there was a part of me that found it a little distressing, but holy shit was it hot.

"Really?" I asked as my cock was now hard enough for it to ache as it pressed against my jeans in search of freedom.

"Yes," she said. "Sometimes, I can't help myself. My mind wanders and it ends up thinking of him. It thinks of how good it felt to sit on his big cock. It thinks of how strong he was, of how confident he was in bed, of how well he fucked me each and every time we were together, of how he always fucked me multiple times in a night, of how he made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world when we were together, of how we both came so hard together."

"That's so hot," I admitted. I didn't really mean to say it. It just came out. I was a little embarrassed to admit that I was so turned on by the idea of my wife fantasizing about someone else while I was inside her, but I've found that being honest with Kara is always the wise choice.

She smiled, moaned softly enough that only I could hear it, and kissed my neck a few more times before leaning back once more. She glanced at the bulge in my pants - which was obvious enough for her to see it - and then took my hand, lifted it to her lips, and offered a rather lovely kiss.

"What made you cum the hardest this year?" she asked.

The answer came to mind immediately, but it was a little embarrassing. And yes, even after offering my submission to Kara for well over a year - both before we were married and after - I still experienced the occasional bit of embarrassment at how much I enjoyed elements of our shared kink.

Kara knows me well, though, and she clearly sensed my discomfort. "You can tell me, Finn. Whatever it is. I promise, there's nothing you could say that would make me think less of you."

"Do you remember that night where we had sex while you told me about you and Mark?" I asked.

"I remember two nights like that," Kara said. "One where you fucked me, and one where I fucked you. Which one are you talking about?"

Despite Kara's desire to fuck other men, we still had a very active sex life. A femdom marriage doesn't mean the husband has to be celibate, after all. That didn't always include me fucking her, though, as she'd grown fond of using a strapon to penetrate me from time to time. It's effective, too, as very few things make me feel quite as submissive as the extreme role reversal that is offering up my ass to be fucked by my wife.

"The one where you fucked me," I admitted. That was the part that embarrassed me, that what felt to me like the best orgasm I had all year was one where my wife slid her strapon cock into my ass and fucked me slowly while sharing all the details of the sexual encounter she'd had with another man.

Kara smiled, reached between my legs, and quickly stroked my cock right there on a public park bench. "That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked. "I remember how wet I was when I fucked you. It was the next day, wasn't it?"

I nodded. "You'd stayed overnight at Mark's, in fact. You'd fucked him three times, I believe, and it was so late after the last one that he invited you to spend the night."

That was the first time she'd actually spent the night with someone else and it had been rather difficult for me. Despite knowing that Kara loved me and that she wasn't going to leave me, I still hadn't slept well as I'd spent a good portion of the night worrying about those that very thing.

"That was a hard night for you, if I remember correctly," she said.

"A good night for you, though," I replied with a smile. "And a very good morning, if I remember correctly."

Kara looked towards the river and smiled in the way someone does when they're enjoying a particularly nice memory, and since Mark had fucked her again the morning after, I suspect it was a very nice memory indeed.

"It was a good morning," she said. "A very good morning. The sex was unexpected, too, but god was it hot. Telling you all about it was hot, too."

"When did you decide you were going to fuck me while you told me?" I asked.

"On the ride home," Kara answered. "I was in the mood to dominate you and simply stroking your cock while telling you about how good Mark had fucked me wasn't going to satiate that desire, so I needed more. You enjoyed that I needed more that day, didn't you?"

I nodded. "I really did."

"So that was the best orgasm you had this year? Cumming while you were on your back with my cock inside you as I stroked your stiff dick and told you about how hard I'd cum with another man?" Kara asked.

I was turned on just thinking about it. She'd put me on my back and had me spread my legs as she crawled into the bed wearing her strapon and a really sexy bra. She'd stroked me until I was hard and then guided her cock into my ass and fucked me slowly. She'd shared the details of the four times she and Mark had fucked since she'd left the night before and both fucked and stroked me the entire time.

Looking back, it was the fact that she'd introduced multiple elements of domination in one encounter that made it so hot for me. First, there was the fact that she'd spent the night in another man's bed and that she'd enjoyed that man's cock so many times. Then there was the fact that he'd fucked her better than I could. She hadn't come right out and said it at the time, but she'd made it clear in how she'd talked about him and by declining to let me fuck her and instead choosing to turn the tables and slowly fill my ass with her cock.

The strapon fucking was the final element of domination, of course, and as I'm sure you can imagine, it's damn near impossible not to feel submissive when you're on your back with your legs spread as your wife slowly fucks you with a fairly lifelike cock. That feeling of submission grows more significant when she keeps asking you if you like how her cock feels in your ass while also telling you about how another man fucked her so good the night before while you slept alone in your marital bed.

So yeah, that was the best orgasm I'd had all year. It was the kind of orgasm that stayed with me for weeks, that I kept thinking about and kept getting turned on by. It was the kind of orgasm that tapped so deep into my submissive desires that it served to enhance them and had me craving even more pleasure of that variety.

"Yes, that was the best orgasm I had all year," I answered after letting the memory of it was over me. "And I'm absolutely turned on thinking about it."

"Me too," Kara said. "In fact, I'd like to go home as I feel very much like I need to dominate you right now."

"I'm yours, Kara," I replied. "All yours. You can do as you please with me."

She kissed me on the cheek - letting her lips linger against my skin - and softly said, "I know, Finn. And you're still my favorite man to play with, and that will always be true. I love being able to fuck other people, but I always want to come home to you."

I turned to her and we shared a lingering kiss as she reached up to caress my face. Her hand moved to the back of my head and she gently grasped my hair. It was a simple-but-effective way of demonstrating her control over me and I found it thrilling.

"I think it's time for you to watch," she said.

"Watch what?" I asked.

"Watch me fuck another man," Kara clarified. "I think it's time for you to watch me enjoy someone else's cock, and I think I want to do it on our anniversary. I think I want to have sex with another man on our anniversary and I want you to watch."

Many thoughts ran through my head as Kara announced how she intended on celebrating our anniversary, but distress wasn't among them. Arousal was, though. I was hugely turned on in the moment, so I'm sure that had a lot to do with wanting to watch her fuck someone else on our anniversary, but I honestly think it just struck me a really submissive thing to do.

"Do you know who you want to fuck?" I asked.

"Mark," she answered immediately. "I don't know if he'll say yes, but I want it to be Mark. I want you to see how he fucks me, what it looks like when he makes me cum, how good he makes me feel."

"Because he's better than me?" I asked.

Kara nodded and I saw this flash of intense lust in her eyes, like she was massively turned on at the idea of making me witness another man's sexual superiority. "Yes, because he's better than you. The idea of that...it's such a turn on, Finn. I want you to see that he fucks me better. I want you to hear that he fucks me better. I know that might be cruel...especially to do it on our anniversary, but that's part of what makes it so hot for me."

"Me too," I said.

The lust in her eyes and Kara's intent - cuckolding me on our anniversary while I watched - were such strong signs of her continued comfort with her dominant side, and it's equally true that my desire to celebrate our first year of marriage in that way was an equally strong sign of my comfort with my submissive side.

"Right now, though," she said. "We need to go home because I need to dominate you, to play with you, to tease you, to make you cum."

"I'm yours to do whatever you want with," I replied.

Kara smiled. "I know, and that's why I love you so much."

She took me home, dominated me thoroughly, and fed me my cum after I'd been granted the pleasure of an orgasm, and after I'd given her two orgasms. It was a beautiful way to celebrate our love, though it was even better on our anniversary, which I'll tell you about next time.