Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 7

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It was an especially cold Saturday morning in the middle of November. I woke up in Kara's bed, but I was alone. The shower was running, though, and I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve my bladder.

"Hey," I said as I gently opened the bathroom door and stepped into a cloud of steam.

"Good morning," Kara replied from behind the foggy glass of the shower door.

I made my way to the toilet and emptied my bladder as I stared at the shower. I couldn't see much through the fogged up glass, but it was still thrilling to stare at Kara's beautiful body.

"Can I join you in there?" I asked after flushing. What guy doesn't want to shower with his girlfriend, after all?

"Sure," she said as I reached out and slid the door open. "You should probably wait..."

She was peeing, and she was likely warning me to wait until she was finished, though she honestly didn't seem to care that I was watching her pee down the shower drain. I didn't care, either. If anything, there was something weirdly beautiful about it. I couldn't possibly explain why, but that's just how it felt.

I stepped into the shower right as she was finishing and Kara looked up at me with a smile on her face. She stepped closer, pressed her wet naked body against mine, and kissed me. I ran my hands down her back - which was being massaged by the flow of water from the shower head - and grabbed her ass while our tongues mingled. My cock came to life, too. She'd given me an orgasm the night before, but of course I wanted her again. I was in my early 20s and madly in love with a kinky girl, after all.

After the kiss my hands remained on her ass and our bodies remained pressed together. Arousal coursed through my body and I felt an unexpected desire. It was a desire I was hesitant to even express, to be honest, because it was weird, and perhaps a little gross.

"What is it?" Kara asked, seemingly reading the expression on my face.

By that point I trusted Kara. Implicitly, in fact. Because of that, I decided I'd just tell her what I was thinking, what I wanted. "I want to go down on you," I said.

She tilted her head a little, like she was both surprised and maybe a little bit delighted and replied, "You know what I just did though, right?"

I nodded. She'd just peed. There was almost certainly a little of that pee still on her pussy, for she hadn't wiped and she hadn't washed her pussy clean. The thing is, I'm pretty sure that's why I wanted to go down on her. I just felt this desire. This really strong kind of desire, in fact. The kind that had me tingling all over in the best way possible.

Kara smiled as I nodded and then she reached up and put a hand on the top of my head. She applied pressure and I fell to my knees. I looked at her pussy - it was wet, but she was in the shower, so of course it was wet - and grabbed her ass. I leaned in and put my tongue inside her. I licked her from the base of her pussy to her clit over and over. I moaned wildly as I did it, too, because it felt so fucking good.

I did taste a little bit of her piss. It was a really mild taste because there wasn't much there, but I tasted it. This might sound really weird - or even gross - to you, but I fucking loved it. Again, I couldn't tell you why, but I did. Maybe it's just that it felt really submissive and kinky and I just really like feeling that way. I don't know, and I don't care. I fucking loved it.

I'm pretty sure Kara loved it too, because she moaned an awful lot, and it quickly became clear that she was going to cum. Usually it takes her a little while to get to that place where it's obvious an orgasm is on its way, but that didn't happen in the shower that day. She was there in less than a minute. She grabbed my head with both hands - a surefire sign she's on her way to an orgasm - and started subtly directing my mouth while moving her hips. She was fucking my face in the way she sometimes did when she was particularly eager to cum and I was more than happy to be used as a vessel for her pleasure.

I looked up when she came. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Beautiful moans filled the bathroom along with the sound of the shower. Her body trembled and I held her ass tight to make sure she didn't topple over.

When Kara was finished, she stepped back with a hazy smile on her face and said, "That was unexpected, and really hot. Thank you."

"Thank you for letting me go down on you," I replied. "It was a lot hotter than I expected."

Kara helped me to my feet and wrapped her fingers around my cock. "Did you enjoy it because of what you were tasting, of what you were licking up while you ran your tongue over my pussy lips?"

"Yes," I admitted.

She smiled and studied my face while stroking my cock. "How very naughty of you. You're just full of surprises, Finn."

"You are too," I said. "Most girls wouldn't have been even slightly interested in me going down on them in that situation."

She kissed my neck and stroked me faster. "But I'm not like most girls, am I?"

"No," I replied as my legs began to tremble a little. Kara's hand felt spectacularly good on my cock and she was expertly leading me towards an orgasm.

Kara released my cock and stepped closer until it was between her legs. She began to move her hips and I felt the wetness of her pussy moving over the top of my shaft and stimulating the head. She kissed my neck while offering up this very particular form of pleasure - a standing dry hump - and I got caught up in the absolute joy of it.

Right as I was about to cum Kara stepped back, grabbed my cock, and jerked me off. An orgasm exploded out of me and I came on her stomach and in her pubic hair. I watched the sticky white mess launch from the tip of my cock and onto her body and I felt a certain kind of thrill that I thoroughly enjoyed, as I'd never actually cum on her before.

"Thank you," I said when I'd finished trembling from the sheer pleasure of it. "That was amazing."

Kara released my cock and smiled. "You're welcome," she said before looking down at the mess I'd left on her. "I guess you really were turned on, too. You came awfully quickly."

"I was. I really was," I said while staring at the cum dripping down her stomach and into her pubic hair.

Kara's fingers traced down her stomach, through the streaks of cum I'd left on her, and between her legs. She slipped two of those fingers into her pussy. They slowly moved in and out and I quickly looked up to see that she had a devilish smile on her face.

"Do you want to cum again?" I asked.

Kara bit her lower lip and nodded. My eyes moved down her body once more. More of my cum had dripped into her pubic hair and it looked like she had collected some of it and was pushing it in and out of her pussy as she fingered herself. She was getting quite vigorous with the fingering, too, and it seemed like she was heading towards a second orgasm with remarkable swiftness.

I probably could have stood there and watched, but I wanted to help. I wanted to add to her pleasure. So I dropped to my knees. She moaned the moment I did it. I looked up to see what I would call lusty delight in her eyes and on her face. I didn't have a plan. I was acting on instinct. Submissive instinct, as it turned out.

Kara pulled her fingers from her pussy and ran them through her pubic hair, picking up more of my cum. She moved to plunge them into her pussy once more and I leaned forward. I licked one of her fingers. I tasted my cum. It was salty and bitter and kind of awful, and yet it was weirdly thrilling. My heart was genuinely pounding.

It was her moan that made me happy, though. It was the sort that a woman unleashes when someone has done something to turn her on. It was the sort of moan I wanted to hear in that moment.

I looked up at Kara and opened my mouth. She stared down at me for a few seconds and neither of us said anything. The only sound in the bathroom was the water cascading down her back and hitting the tile floor.

Then she put her fingers in my mouth. Her cum-covered fingers. I closed my lips around them. I sucked them clean. I sucked my fucking cum off her fingers. It was so hot. Absurdly hot. I'd just had an orgasm and I could absolutely feel a huge rush of arousal working its way through my body. It wasn't the kind of arousal that gets your dick hard, though. It was the kind that only a submissive feels when he's in that place of pure submissive bliss. It was spectacularly hot.

I'm pretty sure Kara felt the same way. The look on her face was one I'd only seen a few times, like when she first took control that night in Cape Cod, or when she teased me on the deck of her parent's beach house. It was the look she had when she was fully enmeshed in the pleasure of being a domme.

She pulled her fingers from my mouth and put a hand on the back of my head. She pulled my mouth towards her pubic hair. I licked and sucked my cum out of it. I went wild doing it, too. I was committed. Completely and utterly committed to cleaning up the mess I'd made. It was so fucking hot. The whole thing was just so fucking hot.

I licked. I sucked. I cleaned. Kara then directed my mouth to her pussy for the second time that morning. This time she was even more vigorous in fucking my mouth than the first time. It seemed like she was utterly enveloped in the joy of being a dominant goddess and she was happy to use me hard.

My mouth was full of the taste of my cum and I didn't mind one bit. It wasn't a good taste, of course, but it wasn't horrible, either. The fact that it wasn't good honestly made it hotter. I liked that I was doing something kinky and a little bit gross for her, just like when I licked the remnants of her piss from her pussy lips.

Right before she came, Kara ground her pussy so hard against my face that it hurt. I loved it, though. I absolutely adored it. I wanted to be used for her pleasure. I wanted to be the source of her joy without a care in the world for my comfort.

She screamed when she came. I'm sure her roommates heard. I'm also sure she didn't give a damn. I certainly didn't.

Kara turned and leaned against the wall after her orgasm. I wiped the cum and juices from my face and watched her chest heave from the vigorousness of her breathing. I sat back on my knees and I unleashed a joyful smile.

She offered a hand and helped me to my feet. She pulled me close and took me in her arms. We kissed. We shared the taste of my cum and her pussy juices. Our tongues mingled.

"I love you, Finn," she said softly.

"I love you too, Kara," I replied. "I love you more than anything."

She smiled. "I know. I feel the same way."

It's a rare thing to find someone you connect with in the way I felt connected to Kara. That's why I decided - that morning in the shower - that I was going to marry her. It was months before we got engaged, but I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the woman I'd just shared that sexual bliss with. As the title of the story suggests, she knew it too.