She Makes the Rules - Part 10

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“What’s wrong, Paul?” Hannah asked in a voice that struck him as a little patronizing.

Paul admired his wife’s body in the lacy, strappy black bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set she’d just changed into. She looked exquisite, but of course she did. Julian was coming over and Hannah always made an effort to look good for him.

“Do we have to do it this way?” Paul asked, referring to the fact that Hannah had informed him that he’d be chastised and naked in bed right next to her and Julian as they fucked.

Hannah approached the bed with a gentle sway in her hips and ran her fingers up his bare legs. She cupped his caged cock and balls and squeezed softly as she said, “Yes, we do. Or, more importantly, you do, Paul. You have to do it the way I want. Do you know why?”

“Because you make the rules,” Paul replied. It had become a common refrain in their house – even more common over the past few months – and while Paul wasn’t always eager to do as Hannah wanted, he rarely put up a fight anymore. She always won, and in the end he almost always enjoyed himself, too, even if some of what she wanted was rather humiliating for him.

Hannah leaned down and stared into his eyes as her lips approached Paul’s. “Would you like to hear something wonderful?”

Paul nodded.

“It makes me wet each and every time I hear you say that,” she whispered. “Isn’t that the most incredible thing?”

“Yes,” Paul answered. It really was exciting that he could utter just a handful of words and turn his wife on. It was a little less exciting that his cock was almost always in chastity and he was almost never given the opportunity to fuck his wife, but Hannah did generally tend to Paul’s sexual needs, albeit in far different ways than most wives tended to the sexual needs of their husbands.

“You might be able to cum tonight,” Hannah said.

“Really?” Paul asked.

Hannah kissed him softly as she caressed his balls and teased his cock through the bars of the cage that kept him imprisoned. She even offered a moan while her tongue gently explored his mouth, a moan that made Paul’s soft shaft surge to life in the cage.

She reached for the nightstand, pulled it open, and removed a small vibrating bullet that Paul had watched her use on her clit several times. “You can use this on your locked up little dick while Julian fucks me,” she explained. “You can lie there and watch another man fuck your wife while you masturbate your caged dick with a vibrator. Doesn’t that sound like the most wonderful thing?”

Paul wasn’t sure it did. In fact, it sounded like Hannah was offering to let him masturbate much like a woman did. After all, she’d used the very same vibrating bullet to bring herself to orgasm on numerous occasions, and now she was handing it off to Paul. He wondered if there was meant to be something symbolic about it or if he was merely reading too much into it.

“You don’t have to use it, darling,” Hannah said. “You’re more than welcome to simply lie there and watch Julian fuck my tight, wet pussy without masturbating at all. You could just leave your hands at your sides while his big cock slides in and out of me. You could just stare at the ceiling and listen to the sounds of my pussy opening for his cock and the moans of pleasure that you know I won’t be able to hold back. That would be a shame though, wouldn’t it? You’re a cuckold now, and you should embrace the pleasure there is to be found in that. You should masturbate with my vibrator and see if you can make your caged little dick cum while Julian cums inside me.”

Hannah turned on the vibrator and held it against the tip of Paul’s chastity cage. A moan escaped his lips after just a few moments of vibration. The sensations were fantastically pleasurable and they seemed to move throughout his soft, imprisoned shaft.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” Hannah asked.

Paul nodded.

“Won’t it feel nice to masturbate with my vibrator while you watch Julian fuck my tight pussy?” Hannah asked.

Paul moaned and nodded. He knew Hannah was manipulating him into doing exactly as she pleased, but it was working like a charm. He couldn’t help but want to cum, and if it meant using her vibrator and masturbating in a humiliating manner, then Paul was almost certainly going to do it.

Hannah turned the toy off and placed it in the palm of his hand. She kissed Paul again, this time with even greater vigor. “Julian will be here soon,” she said softly. “You are to remain right here, right on your back, until I give you permission to do otherwise. You’re welcome to watch and to masturbate with my vibrator as much as you like, but you’re not welcome to move, to adjust yourself for a better view, or to touch me unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Paul answered. “After all, you make the rules.”

Hannah smiled, kissed him, and walked back to the closet. She emerged in a pair of high heels and a black satin robe. “No masturbating until I come back with Julian. Do you understand?”

Paul nodded and his wife departed the room. He reached down and ran his fingers through the precum that had leaked from the tip of his cock. He studied the shiny liquid and popped the finger into his mouth to suck it clean. It was remarkably sweet and far better tasting than his cum, which he’d gotten somewhat familiar with as Hannah had begun making him clean most of his ejaculations.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, Paul heard the front door open. He couldn’t hear what Julian and Hannah were saying, but he was certain the other man was complimenting Hannah’s beauty. She looked utterly stunning, after all.

Not long after, Hannah appeared in the doorway with Julian a step behind her. The satin robe was gone and she looked breathtaking in the strappy lace lingerie and heels. Julian sported a bulge in his jeans – no doubt from the kissing and touching that had occurred at the front door – and as soon as they were in the bedroom Hannah spun around and kissed him while working Julian’s pants off.

Their tongues mingled as she wrapped her fingers around his thick, throbbing cock and stroked him vigorously. Paul couldn’t help but feel jealous of Julian in that moment. Not only did he have a far larger cock, but he was free to get hard when he pleased and he was on the receiving end of far more direct sexual pleasure from Hannah than Paul had been in months.

“It feels like you’ve missed me,” Hannah said as she looked down at Julian’s thick cock.

“I have,” he replied. “I’ve missed every part of you, Hannah.”

Hannah smiled, leaned a little closer, and said, “Have you missed my mouth?”

“Desperately,” Julian answered before they shared a remarkably deep, sensual kiss.

Hannah sunk to her knees the moment the kiss ended. Julian smiled at the lingerie-clad beauty in front of him and she wrapped her lips around his cock while Paul watched from the bed. He throbbed in his cage as jealousy mixed with lust. He wanted to be the one getting a blowjob from his wife, and yet he found some strange kind of pleasure in watching another man enjoy her mouth.

Julian’s cock departed her mouth with an audible pop and Hannah dropped a little lower and looked up at her lover as she took his balls between her lips. She licked and sucked and stroked his thick shaft while doing so, eliciting a veritable symphony of lusty moans from the man she was so eager to please.

Seemingly satisfied that she’d aroused her man sufficiently, Hannah stood and asked, “Did you miss my tight pussy, too?”

Julian pushed his fingers into her panties and Hannah moaned. “I did,” he answered. “I missed your tight, wet pussy. I missed how good it feels when it’s wrapped around my cock. I missed the way you moan when I fuck you. I missed the way you beg me to cum inside you.”

Hannah looked at Paul and smiled. “That turns you on, doesn’t it Paul? You like that I beg Julian to cum inside me. You like that he fucks me so good that I can’t help but beg him to give me his thick, creamy load.”

Paul nodded. It felt embarrassing to say anything, but he managed to nod.

Hannah moaned again and said, “You can masturbate if you want, darling. I know you’re turned on. I know you liked watching me suck Julian’s cock and his big, beautiful balls. Go ahead, masturbate.”

Both Hannah and Julian watched as Paul turned on the vibrating bullet and held it against his caged cock. The pleasure was instantaneous and deeper than when Hannah had offered the pleasure of the toy.

“Is that a vibrator?” Julian asked.

“It is,” Hannah replied.

“Aren’t vibrators for women?” he asked.

Hannah stroked his big cock and said, “Usually, yes, but they’re perfect for cuckolds whose cocks are locked in cute little cages, too. Paul can’t very well masturbate like a normal man would, not when he’s locked up. He can play with a vibrator, though.”

“I guess it’s generous of you to let him masturbate at all,” Julian noted.

“It’s generous of me to let him watch another man fuck me, too,” Hannah replied as she stepped away from Julian and towards the bed. “Especially because Paul can’t help but find it arousing to watch you make me cum, Julian. Some part of him doesn’t want to enjoy it, I’m sure, but he just can’t help himself.”

Hannah crawled into the bed and rolled onto her back. She took her panties off and reached between her legs as Julian stripped.

“He has the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” Hannah said to Paul as she turned to stare at Julian’s long, thick shaft. “The head is so plump and perfect. The shaft is so thick. I even love his balls.”

Paul wanted to reach out and touch his wife. He wanted to play with her breasts in the lace bra or to roll over and kiss her while she fantasized about Julian’s cock, but he remained on his back as she’d instructed him to do.

“Get over here and fuck me, Julian,” Hannah said. “Please, my pussy is so wet for you. I need you. I need you inside me.”

Paul’s cock ached in the cage as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure throughout his loins. He watched Julian crawl into the bed and between Hannah’s legs. They shared a deep kiss as she stroked him while rubbing the head of his cock over her pussy lips, soaking him in her juices in the process and preparing him for the deeply pleasurable journey into her body.

Hannah closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned as Julian filled her. He smiled while slowly bottoming out inside her, offering every inch and giving her time to get used to his thickness.

“Fuck me,” Hannah said as she wrapped her legs around him. “Fuck me in my bed while my husband watches.”

Paul moaned as he watched Julian fuck his wife. His eyes roamed up and down her body. He saw Julian’s cock moving in and out of her. He saw Julian’s hands find their way to her breasts to fondle her flesh for his pleasure. He saw their lips meet and their tongues dance.

“You feel so good inside me,” Hannah said. “Julian, you feel so good inside me!”

Julian fucked her harder in response and Hannah spread her legs to give him every bit of room he might need. The sound of their bodies meeting and Hannah’s moans filled the air and they seemed to translate into an even deeper form of lust for Paul as his balls tightened and the tingling sensation between his legs deepened in a way he found most pleasing.

Hannah came after just a few minutes of deep, hard fucking. She grasped the sheets tightly, kicked her legs open even wider, and curled her toes before letting out a deep, wondrous moan that signified an exceptionally satisfying climax.

“I can’t tell you how badly I needed that,” Hannah said afterwards before pulling Julian’s lips to hers for a deeply sensual kiss that indicated she was more than ready to continue receiving his cock in the name of giving Julian an orgasm. “Pull out for just a moment. I want to switch positions.”

Julian pulled out and Hannah rolled onto her stomach and moved to her hands and knees. She adjusted her body so she was facing Paul and crawled a little closer until she was looking down at him.

“Take me from behind,” Hannah said. “Fuck me as hard as you like. Fuck me and flood my cunt with your load.”

Paul moaned and Hannah smiled. Her joy at triggering his lust by telling Julian to cum in her pussy was obvious.

“You love that Julian gets to cum inside me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” Paul answered.

“You like that he cums inside me far more often than you do, don’t you?” Hannah asked.

Paul was embarrassed to admit it, but the idea turned him on immensely. “I do,” he said.

The sounds of sex filled the room and Hannah moaned. Paul watched her breasts bounce as Julian invaded her from behind.

“He fucks me so much harder than you ever have, Paul,” Hannah said. “He fucks me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. That’s why your cock is in a cage. That’s why you’re masturbating with a vibrator. Because I’ve found someone better. I’ve found someone that fucks me like a woman wants to get fucked, someone that fucks me like you never could.”

Paul didn’t want to find her commentary arousing, but he couldn’t help it. It was terribly embarrassing, and yet he could feel the precum dripping from the tip of his cock. He could feel the orgasmic sensations stirring in his loins. His climax would arrive before long. He was certain of it.

“We both know you like it this way though, don’t you Paul?” Hannah asked as the vigorous doggystyle pounding continued. “You like that I make the rules and that I’ve decided that you’re almost never worthy of my pussy, don’t you?”

Paul nodded. Hannah smiled and kissed him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. Her tongue invaded his mouth – kind of like she was fucking it – and he took it. He even sucked on it a little, for he found it utterly thrilling to do so.

“Are you going to cum, Paul?” Hannah asked. “Is masturbating with my vibrator going to make you cum?”

Paul nodded vigorously.

“Don’t cum just yet,” Hannah instructed. “Keep playing, but don’t cum just yet.”

Paul groaned. He was close, but he wasn’t going to defy his wife. There was nothing to be gained from that. Instead, he pulled the vibrator away from the tip of his cock and let it pleasure the base of his shaft instead.

Hannah rewarded him with a kiss. It was soft and sensual and their tongues danced delightfully as she moaned, indicating her pleasure at taking Julian’s cock from behind.

“I’m close,” Julian said.

“Cum inside me,” Hannah replied. “Cum inside me while my cuckold husband masturbates his locked up little dick with a vibrator. Cum inside me while he masturbates like a girl as a real man fucks me.”

Paul groaned. Hannah seemed to be in an aggressive mood and it caught him by surprise, though it translated almost directly into desire, so he wasn’t about to complain.

Julian let out a loud moan and stopped thrusting. Hannah’s breasts stopped bouncing and a smile came over her face, a smile that Paul had seen before. It was a smile that showed her joy at knowing that she’d made her lover feel so good that he’d cum inside her.

After Julian pulled out, Hannah smiled at Paul and said, “I want to cum again, and I’m going to use your tongue to get what I want.”

“What?” Paul asked as he tried to process what was about to happen.

“No questions,” Hannah said. “I make the rules, and if I want to sit my cum-filled pussy on your face and take it for a ride while you lick my clit, that’s what I’m going to do.”

A moment later Hannah did just that. She sat astride Paul’s face and her pussy lips spread out over his mouth.

“Lick my clit,” she instructed.

Julian’s cum dripped out of her as Paul put his tongue to work. He had no choice but to taste some of it if he was going to do as his wife desired, and Paul wasn’t going to defy her. He was going to follow the rules as she set them out.

“You may cum when you’re ready,” Hannah said. “You should turn up the vibrator, too. Trust me, more power feels better.”

Paul turned the vibrator onto high speed, held it against the tip of his locked up cock, and moaned into his wife’s pussy. Julian’s cum poured out of her and onto his chin and cheeks. Some of it ended up in Paul’s mouth, too, but in his state of intense desire it wasn’t a turn off. If anything, the pure nastiness of it proved to be the exact opposite.

“Eat my messy pussy and make me cum, Paul,” Hannah instructed. “Be a good cuckold and make my sloppy, cum-filled cunt feel good.”

Paul did everything his wife desired, and in the middle of it all he had an orgasm. His cock pulsed inside the cage as cum squirted from the tip. It felt like his entire body experienced the climax and Paul wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever felt such intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” Hannah said as she reached down and put a hand on his head. “Make me cum, Paul. Eat my sloppy cunt and make me cum!”

Paul was coming down from his orgasm when Hannah climaxed. He felt like he was floating on a cloud made of pure bliss, despite the fact that he could taste Julian’s cum on his tongue and feel it all over his face.

Hannah climbed off of Paul’s head and laughed. “I made quite a mess of you.”

“It’s like I gave him a facial,” Julian noted.

Hannah laughed again and added, “It really is. You can go clean up, Paul.”

Paul nodded and headed for the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw that they were right. It looked like he’d received a rather messy facial. He had quite the cummy mess between his legs, too. His body was still buzzing with pleasure, though, proving once again that when he followed his wife’s rules his orgasms tended to be spectacularly good.