A Deeper Sense of Control - Part 6

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“Hands behind your back,” Allison instructed.

Emmett did as his wife desired and she took his newly freed cock in her soapy hands and stroked him. He was largely able to clean himself with the cage on, but every once in a while Allison liked to free him to thoroughly clean his cock and balls and to ensure that the cage wasn’t causing any unwanted wear and tear.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“It feels spectacular,” Emmett nodded. Good really wasn’t a descriptive enough word for how it felt. His wife was effectively offering a soapy handjob and it felt indescribably spectacular even if Emmett knew it wasn’t going to end with an orgasm.

“Do you ever wish you were a different kind of man, Emmett?” Allison asked. “Do you ever wish you were the kind of man that would inspire a deep desire in his wife to jerk him off in the shower every once in a while? Or the kind of man who would inspire a desire in his wife to get on her knees and suck his cock in the shower simply because she wanted to make him feel good?”

“Sometimes,” Emmett admitted. “But I’m not that kind of man, am I? I’m the kind of man that gets turned on when his wife tells him his cock isn’t good enough to satisfy her. I’m the kind of man that finds it arousing to be locked in a cage and denied any sort of control over his own sexual pleasure.”

Allison smiled brightly enough that Emmett knew he’d made her truly happy. It pleased him to know that he could do so by offering little more than the truth, for he was the kind of man he’d described.

Much to his delight, Allison stepped closer and he felt her warm, wet breasts press against his chest as she cleaned his balls with her soapy hands. “I love that you’re that kind of man, Emmett,” she said softly. “That’s why we’re so good together, isn’t it? You’ve come to crave the humiliation that I yearn to dole out, and you know that it makes my pussy wet to humiliate and degrade you, especially when I’m enjoying another man’s cock.”

Emmett moaned as Allison’s hand returned to his cock. He was clean, so now she was simply offering him the pleasure of a handjob and doing so with a delighted smile on her face.

“You know, I sucked Joshua’s cock in the shower the last time I was with him,” Allison said. “I washed it just like I washed yours. I washed his balls, too. I honestly couldn’t keep my hands off of his muscular body, so I sort of washed all of it and I managed to get him nice and hard.”

Emmett couldn’t help but indulge in the pleasure of imagining his wife in another man’s shower. He saw her hands moving over Joshua’s hard, muscular body. He saw his wife stroking Joshua’s wet cock. He imagined Joshua getting friendly with Allison, too, and having plenty of fun caressing her wet body and playing with her perky breasts.

“What made you want to suck his cock?” Emmett asked as Allison teased him with her skilled fingers.

“Any woman would have,” Allison replied. “When I’m naked with a man like Joshua, someone so gorgeous and muscular and desirable, I can’t help but want to get on my knees and suck his cock. I can’t help but want to give him pleasure. It’s not like with you, Emmett. I’ve never really wanted to get on my knees for you. I used to from time to time, but it was never like it is with Joshua or any of my other playmates. And that day, in the shower, I had to have him in my mouth. I had to have his big, beautiful cock between my lips. I had to give him pleasure.”

“And did you make him feel good?” Emmett asked as Allison brought him a little closer to an orgasm.

“I did,” Allison replied with a smile. “I kissed my way down his wet, muscular chest. I dropped to my knees. I stroked him as I looked up at him and smiled. Then I took him in my mouth. I took his beautiful cock in my mouth and I blew him. I sucked slowly and seductively. I played with his big balls. I stroked his shaft. I did everything I could to make him feel good. I wanted to reward him for being the kind of man he is, for fucking me so much better than my husband ever has. I wanted to reward him for being better than you, Emmett, and I did. I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop.”

Emmett felt his knees wobble a little as his orgasm approached. He couldn’t believe that Allison was going to let him cum again just a week after giving him an orgasm in the cage.

“Are you close, Emmett?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Did my naughty little story turn you on?” Allison asked. “Did you like hearing that your wife was an eager cocksucker for another man? Did you like hearing that I sucked him off and swallowed his load simply because he’s better than you?”

“Yes,” Emmett answered. “Fuck, Allison, yes, it was so hot.”

Allison slowed her strokes and reached back to run her fingers down the crack of Emmett’s ass. She teased his asshole for the first time since she’d fucked him with a toy a week ago and he unleashed an involuntary moan as memories of that night rushed back.

“Do you remember what you said, Emmett?” she asked. “Do you remember what you told me that night with Alex?”

Emmett nodded. “I told you that I loved getting fucked in the ass.”

“And what else?” Allison asked.

“I…I told you that you owned my ass,” he said.

Allison smiled and then a moan escaped her lips. It seemed genuine, too, like she was turned on by Emmett’s utterance of those words, or perhaps the inherent submission indicated in his willingness to say those words.

“Is it still true, Emmett?” Allison asked. “Do I still own your ass?”

“Yes,” he answered.

Allison rubbed her index finger over his asshole and Emmett marveled at how good it felt. He’d gotten over his fear of being penetrated – of being a straight man that enjoyed anal play – and it seemed that Allison had successfully converted him into being the sort of man that really did enjoy it.

“Would you like to cum with my finger up your ass?” she asked. “Would you like to cum with me fucking your tight little asshole here in the shower?”

“Yes, please,” Emmett begged. “Please, finger my ass and make me cum.”

“You sound like such a little slut,” she said softly.

That word and the erotic tone of her voice thrilled Emmett and he couldn’t help but unleash a moan as his cock throbbed.

“Do you like that, Emmett?” Allison asked. “Do you like the idea of being a slut?”

“I…I don’t know,” he admitted.

“That’s okay,” Allison said. “You don’t have to know. You don’t really have to do anything. After all, I own your ass now, so if I want you to be a slut, that’s what you’ll be. I suppose I own your cock, too. I suppose that gives me a great deal of control, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Emmett replied.

“I like having that kind of control, Emmett,” she said. “In fact, I think I love having that kind of control. It feels right, given that you’re an inferior man in so many ways, particularly when it comes to providing your wife with the kind of pleasure she needs, the kind of pleasure a real man can give me.”

Emmett couldn’t help but tense up as Allison gently pressed her finger against his asshole. His body clearly wasn’t used to being penetrated and it seemed to tighten up involuntarily at her attempted invasion.

“That day I sucked Joshua off in the shower,” Allison said as she continued to gently tease Emmett’s asshole, “that wasn’t the last orgasm he had that day.”

“It wasn’t?” Emmett asked.

Allison kissed his neck and moved behind him. She reached around and grasped his still-stiff cock as hot water cascaded down his chest while Allison’s breasts pressed into him from behind. “It wasn’t,” she said. “We had breakfast after the shower. I could taste his cum in my mouth right up until that first sip of coffee, and if I’m being honest there was something about it I really liked. It was like a constant reminder that I was with a real man, the sort of man that would inspire me to get on my knees because I was so eager to suck him off.”

Again she applied gentle pressure to his asshole and again Emmett tightened up. Allison seemed unwilling to push her finger into him, though. Instead, she contented herself with constant teasing and some light, lusty stroking of his cock as her story continued.

“Joshua cooked for me – and he cooked well, by the way – and we had a lovely breakfast together. Afterwards, I got dressed and got ready to head out. Joshua walked me to the door and we kissed as I got ready to leave. Only, the kiss was electric. It was passionate and tender and it left me with a deep need. I considered coming home and trying to let you fulfill that need, but I knew you’d disappoint me, Emmett. I knew you’d do as good a job as you’re capable of, but I also knew that you’re nowhere near as capable as Joshua,” Allison continued.

“What did you do?” Emmett asked.

“I told Joshua that I needed him to fuck me,” Allison said. “I told him that I needed to feel him take me one more time before I left. I told him that his kiss had ignited a desire that I knew my husband would fail to satiate and that I needed him to fill me with his big cock.”

“What did he do?” Emmett asked as the bathroom filled with steam thanks to their exceptionally long shower.

“Let me show you,” Allison said as she pushed Emmett up against the wall and pressed her body tightly against his. Her finger pressed against his asshole and this time Allison pushed until she was inside Emmett from behind. She stroked his cock, too, countering the mild pain of being penetrated with the joy of being jerked off.

“He pressed me up against the wall, he lifted my skirt, and he fucked me from behind,” she said softly as her finger slowly moved in and out of Emmett’s asshole. “I put my hands up and pushed back on his cock because it felt so fucking good inside me. It felt good to be taken, too. You’ve never taken me, Emmett. You’re not the kind of man that takes a woman. You’re the kind of man that waits for a woman to ask to be fucked. You’re a weak man. That’s why I own your dick and ass now. That’s why I fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. I married a weak man.”

Allison added a second finger and fucked Emmett’s ass faster. She stroked his cock faster, too, keeping her hand moving in time with her thrusts and ensuring his continued pleasure despite the deepening humiliation that came in the dual forms of her verbal barbs and the anal sex she was subjecting him to.

“Tell me you’re a weak man,” Allison insisted.

“I’m a weak man,” Emmett replied.

“Yes you are, especially compared to my playmates,” Allison said. “Joshua is so strong that I felt like a toy in his hands. He could have kept me up against the wall and used my pussy all day if he wanted. He could have fucked me over and over and over and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it, for he’s a real man that could have any woman he wants. I’m just lucky that he wants me, Emmett. I’m lucky that a man like Joshua wants to fuck me, wants to pound me, wants to flood my pussy with his cum, just like you’re lucky that a woman like me wants to be your wife.”

“I know,” Emmett confessed. “I am lucky, Allison.”

“Are you lucky that I’m fucking your ass right now, Emmett?” Allison asked.

Her fingers were moving in and out of him with incredible swiftness and it felt like she was reaching his prostate with each thrust as an entirely different kind of pleasure began to swirl in his loins. “Yes, I’m lucky that you’re fucking my ass,” Emmett said. “I am, Allison. I’m lucky to have a wife that has taken ownership of my cock and my ass. I’m lucky to have a wife that fucks other men. I’m lucky to have a wife that understands what a man like me craves.”

“You’re pathetic,” she said, though Emmett could hear the lust in her voice. She’d gotten turned on enough that she was now getting off on degrading him, as she so often did.

“Yes, I am,” he answered, for Emmett also found pleasure in his degradation and humiliation.

“Joshua made me cum when he fucked me like that,” Allison said. “He made me cum so hard I nearly fell over. He made me cum right before he emptied his balls in your wife’s pussy. Do you want to cum, Emmett? Do you want to cum like I did?”

“Yes, please, Allison, make me cum,” he begged.

Allison slipped a third finger into his ass and Emmett groaned. Being stretched that wide hurt a little more, but there was something thrilling about it.

“Three fingers,” she said. “That’s almost like taking a real cock. And you’re moaning like a good little slut. I like that, Emmett. I like that you’re already acting like a naughty little anal slut for me.”

Despite his fear at actually being turned into an anal slut, Emmett couldn’t help but moan at the sheer lust in his wife’s voice.

“Cum for me,” she said as her grip on his cock tightened. “Cum you dirty little anal slut.”

Allison buried her fingers deep in his ass and stroked the head of his cock furiously. She massaged his prostate too, adding extra pleasure and quickly bringing about his climax. Emmett put his hands on the wall and looked down to see his cum spurting all over the tile and making a spectacular mess as Allison worked his asshole right through his orgasm.

Allison pulled her fingers from his ass and said, “Get on your knees. Lick your fucking load off the wall. Right now.”

Emmett fell to his knees and licked his cum from the wall. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Allison utter a command like that but he was so enraptured with his wife in that moment that he didn’t bother putting up a fight. He just licked up his load.

“Now turn around and eat my pussy,” Allison said. “I need to cum so fucking bad.”

Emmett spun around and Allison immediately grabbed his head and pulled him between her legs. She smothered him with her pussy and the hot water cascading down her body ran through her legs and soaked his tongue and face. Nothing was going to stop him from pleasuring her, though, and Emmett worked his wife’s clit eagerly, eventually bringing her to a beautiful orgasm that had her body shaking with delight.

“That was lovely,” Allison said.

“Yes, it was,” Emmett replied from his knees. “Thank you.”

Allison smiled. “You’re welcome. Now let’s finish getting clean so I can lock you up again. Then you can help me get ready for my play date.”

“Who are you seeing?” Emmett asked.

“Joshua, of course,” she answered. “Why do you think I was talking about? I can’t get him out of my mind and I can’t wait to feel his cock inside me again.”

“Lucky him,” Emmett said.

“I’m the lucky one,” Allison replied. “Now how about you wash my pussy to make sure it’s nice and clean for my playmate to fuck as long and hard as he wants.”

Emmett grabbed the soap, rubbed it vigorously in his hands, and set about cleaning his wife’s pussy so another man could have his way with her that night. He cleaned the rest of her body, too, and every moment of it was a pleasure, in part because he knew he was helping to prepare her to have the kind of fun she truly craved, the kind of fun only another man could give her.