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FemDom Husband Training: Halley’s Lover, John’s Surprise

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“naked. shaved. smooth. on the bed. curtains. lights out.”

“Now what does this mean?” he thought as he laid the phone down.

Halley had been gone for hours. It was Saturday, and that morning she left at 9:30 to have coffee with her friend, Penny and Penny’s aunt Nancy.

Usually she was back by one o’clock, at the outside.  This time, though, she sent a message around noon.  He picked the phone up again.

“back late this afternoon. make things nice. i love you.”

Yep. There it was.

And now it’s ten minutes till 6.

“Well, … that IS late afternoon.”

He wondered what was in store.  Halley had been so different since she started hanging out with Penny’s aunt.  She was way happier, for one thing, and he loved that.  It was so nice being around her, and he loved her more than ever, and in more ways than ever.

She managed to keep him busier, too.  Somehow, he didn’t mind it though. And, all in all, the house – and their lives – was so peaceful and clean and orderly.  And they were both happy – with themselves, and with one another.

He jumped up from the kitchen table.  Whatever is in store, it sounds interesting and it’ll probably be fun.  She’s like that.  She wasn’t ALWAYS like that, but nowadays…

He hurried to the shower.

He started the shower and while it heated up went into the bedroom and pulled the curtains closed.  She said ‘dark’.  He lit one candle on the chest of drawers. It projected a soft, neat round light on the ceiling.

Then he raced back into the bathroom, stripped, tossed his clothes into the hamper and stepped into the shower.

Shaving had become so much simpler since Halley had him waxed.  She like him being so smooth, and so did he.  He lathered up and carefully shaved his beard making his whole body completely smooth.

She hadn’t said when she would be home.  Would it be 4, or 6?  Or maybe she’s stopping somewhere for a drink?  Would it be 8:30 or 9?

Of course, there was no telling.  Except for knowing what they both knew:  Halley is the Mistress of the house and he is her property.

Over a glass of wine one night he had tossed out the idea of his vow, “…to love, honor and obey.” She just smiled, and glanced away with a puzzled look in her eyes.

But these past few months she had reminded him of that vow over and over again, especially when there was some disagreement or behavior that she didn’t care for.

After whipping his ass with a cane or paddling him till she was satisfied, she would grab him either by the hair on the back of his head or by his chin and pull his face to hers, close, eye-to-eye.

“What is your vow?” she would demand.

“To love, to honor and to obey, Mistress,” he would dutifully and sincerely reply.

Yes, things had really changed.  Really, REALLLLY changed, in fact.  And he loved it.

He was dried off now, moving back towards the bedroom, closing the door.  The room was dark and cool.  He layed back in the center of the bed – her bed, as she pointed out to him.

The nice erection that had sprung up during his shower was drifting away.  And he started to feel very relaxed.  The bed was so soft, the bedspread so warm beneath him.

He yawned and closed his eyes.  “Just for a minute,” he said.

The sound of the garage door opening jarred him awake.  How long had he dozed?  There was no clock in her bedroom and his phone was in the kitchen.  The room was dark, but his eyes were used to it, and he could barely see that there was a gentle light coming in around the very edge of the curtains.  It must be early evening?

He heard the door to the kitchen close as she came in from the garage, and imagined she was moving around, looking briefly at the mail he’d left on the table, poking around in the fridge.

He heard something that sounded like a glass tinkling.  Wine?  For us?  Or just for her?

He layed very still, listening.  She’d been gone all day.  He quickly went over what he had done that day:  the laundry, cleaned the kitchen and both bathrooms, emptied the dishwasher, mopped the floors in the kitchen, bathrooms and foyer. The recycling was taken care of.  Her clothes were all hung in the closet or folded in her dresser drawers.  He even straightened her shoes on the floor of her closet.  The place was really clean and orderly, he was sure of it.  He had made things nice.  It should please her.

He layed very still.  There was no sound in the house.

Then he heard her approach the bedroom.  It wasn’t a ‘sound’, so much as a presence.

The doorknob turned quietly.  The hall light was out, and she glided into the room wearing just the t-shirt she had on that morning.  He guessed her jeans and panties were on the floor somewhere, maybe dropped in the laundry room on her way in.

Her hair was down and a little mussed and she stood there sipping a glass of Riesling.

She was stunning.  The curves, all the ampleness and lines at just the right places.

What a beautiful woman! And all his! His dick began to throb and expand.  He had come to love her power and the way her womanly freedom made her positively glow.

They looked at one another for a long moment.

She glanced at his dancing dick, then looked him in the eye and winked and smiled and took a sip of wine.  But she didn’t move, she just looked at him with a kind of Mona Lisa smile.

He reached and touched his pecker, rubbing it gently.

Her eyes narrowed and she gave the slightest side to side shake of her head.  But the smile stayed.

He pulled his hand back, looking into her eyes.  His boner began to fade.

She took another sip.

Silence.

Then another.

Finally, she said “Lay down.”

She moved toward the chest of drawers laying her wine down next to the candle.

“My message said ‘dark’, didn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She stood looking for a long time at the light dancing on the ceiling.  “The simplest instructions…”

Taking a large sip of wine she said, “We’ll address that later.”  She put the glass down and walked around to the foot of the bed.

“Spread your legs.”

He obeyed.

“Don’t you look nice.”

He knew a reply was NOT in order.

There was a pause. “I brought you something.”

“You know,” she said as she began crawling onto the bed from the foot, “you and I found each other.  We were both looking.  You were looking harder than me – at least back then.  But here we are.”

She grabbed both ankles and lifted them up, exposing him completely, looking over his private parts casually. Then she pulled his legs together and pushed them hard onto the bed.

“You belong to me.  I love that. ”

She started moving up his legs, her knees on the bedspread, straddling him.

Sitting back with her ass on the top of his ankles she continued, “I love you.  And I know you love me.”

“And, ” moving up to sit just above his knees, “I almost can’t express the joy that has come with my freedom to express ‘me’, and…” as she grabbed his dick in her left hand and squeezed it hard around the base, “…you are the one who brought this gift to me.”

“Thank you,” she said as she gazed at the head and began flicking the tip of it with her middle finger

Then she casually jumped up from the bed, padded over to the dresser and got her wine glass, sipping it and bringing it back to the bedside table where she put it down.  All without a word.

He was starting to wonder where this was headed.

“You remember Penny, don’t you?” she said as she walked around to the foot of the bed again.

“Yes.”

“I’ve told Penny about our relationship.  She is incredibly jealous of the way you spoil me.”

“She knows? How much does she know?”

“Oh, about everything.  The panties, the naked housework Saturdays. And she knows about The Ten, and about whipping you and how I control you – even down to your spending and especially your orgasm.  And she knows that you come only when I say, and what happens when you come as I say and how you lick me clean.  That’s a real turn-on for her.  That was your idea, too, as I recall.”

She paused.

“Well, one thing leads to another, you know, when women are talking.  And the idea of other lovers came up a few days ago.”

DING-DONG! he thought.

She was back on the bed, her ass on his ankles with her hands on top of her thighs.

“You’re surprised!  But we’ve talked about this. And The Ten clearly says you cleave only to me – but My Ten says exactly the same thing:  That YOU will cleave ONLY to me.  Because I own you, and you submit to me.  I, on the other hand, am free.  Free to explore and experience.  You do as I say.  And I do . . . as I wish.”

She leaned forward and grabbed his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing them harshly. “Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he caught his breath.

“Of course when we talked about it, it was all a beautiful fantasy, right?”

There was a pause, and a wry smile formed as she looked into his eyes and slid up to straddle his chest.

“That is,” she said, pulling off her shirt, “until Penny introduced me to someone.”

Looking into his eyes, she reached around behind her and grabbed his dick.

“Spread your legs.”

“Arms above your head.”

He was powerless.  This was getting a little scary.  And he was so in love with this beautiful woman he could only continue to surrender and submit.

“His name is Martin.  Penny and I went shopping last weekend, and she wanted to drink some wine.  When we got there, turns out Penny had invited Martin to join us.  He’s a hunk, no doubt about that.  He’s a fireman over in Brighton, early thirties. He looks like a model, really. Funny, too, and very likable.”

“So, today Penny dared me to call Martin.  Well, actually it wasn’t so much a dare as a suggestion. So I took her up on it, and called him, and he met us for lunch and drinks.  All of a sudden, Penny decided she had to go.  She had this big smile on her face as she stood up to leave and she said, ‘Call me!’ with a big grin.”

“It was awkward for a few seconds, just Martin and I.  Then I remembered my power and my role and said, ‘Martin, I think we should go to the Marriott Garden around the corner and see what happens.’  He waved the waitress down, paid the tab, I left the tip and a few minutes later we were down the hill unlocking the door to a gorgeous suite.”

She leaned over and took a sip of wine, bringing the glass with her as she rose on one knee and lightly grabbed his right arm, tugging it down.  He complied and put both arms by his side.  She slid up on his chest.

Holding her wine, her hair framing her face, she looked straight down into his eyes.

“And you know what happened next?” she said as she leaned over and put the glass down.

Returning to her perch, she arched her back bringing her ass forward and her pussy almost to his face.

She rubbed her right palm along the side of his face.

“I asked a question,” she said, her hand stopping.

He could feel a slap coming on if he didn’t respond – and correctly.

“What happened next, Mistress?”

She smiled.

“He fucked me.  Boy, did he fuck me.  And I fucked him.  He is HUGE.  I mean, you’re big sometimes, but this…this was…” she started rubbing her tits with her palms, grinding her hips into this chest, “…so big… mmmmmmm….. and so big around.  This big, hard, beautiful cock.  I couldn’t really take that much of it into my mouth, (giggling) but I tried really . . . hard. And it must have worked.”

She stopped grinding, rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and looked into his eyes.

“…because he came…shot this huge load all over my face and tits…”

She closed her eyes, her left hand massaging her breast, her right hand sliding down to her pussy.  He watched her drift off in her head, and watched up close as her fingers squeezed and rubbed along her outside lips, her middle finger pressing her clit and sliding into her pussy.

“But that was the first time.  We were there for hours.  He fucked me so good, and in so many different ways.  And he’s good at giving head, too.  Maybe not as good as you – but you get plenty of practice, don’t you?”

“He had two more orgasms, the last one I was on top and I could feel this big hot stiff rod of meat start to swell inside me and twitch, then he closed his eyes and I felt this hot flood erupt in my pussy.  It pushed me over the top again, too.”

She came back from her trance, place her hands on either side of her crotch and pulled slightly up as she slid forward more.

“That’s what I saved for you.  His cum.  Two loads.”

He felt his eyes flare.  This wasn’t happening.  He began to try to wiggle away.

“No, wait…”

She released her crotch and grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand, and placed the flat of her right palm against his face.  She shook his head.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I … I…”

“WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?”

“I belong to you, Mistress, but…”

“Quiet,” she said, suddenly calm again.

“You do as I say.  You are going to lick Martin’s cum out of me.  You are going to lick my pussy clean.”

A silence.

“Aren’t you?” she said, matter of factly.

“Yes, Mistress.”

His heart was pounding. And, oddly, his dick was hard.

She noticed too, and reached around her back to grab it.

“What’s this? Wow! It turns you on?  Is it my fucking another man that turns you on?  Or is it you cleaning up after him, licking his cum out of your wife’s cunt?”

She released his dick and move forward, her hand pulling her lips open, arching her neck forward to get the best view.

“Open”

He opened his mouth.

“Open wide,” she ordered.

“There’s a lot.  I’ll try to not let it out all at once.  I want to enjoy this,” she said as she positioned her pussy over his mouth.

And with that came a hot creamy splash, most of it landing in his mouth, a bunch on his nose and cheek.

“Wow!” she said.  “Looks just like a cum shot!  Drink up.  How does it taste?”

She rubbed her finger along his face gathering up what missed his mouth then stuck her wet sticky fingers deeply and forcefully into his mouth.

“Swallow!”

He closed his eyes and swallowed.  He had tasted cum before – but only his.  This was… this was off the charts different.  He wasn’t even sure this was happening.

“Open!”

He opened his mouth.

“Look at you, my cum-swallowing husband. Wait till I tell Penny about this!”

She smiled.

“Now, get the rest of Martin’s cum out of my pussy.  Eat me.  And make it good.”

And she pressed her crotch hard to his waiting mouth.  He began licking her pussy, trying to get his tongue all the way inside.  She liked that and groaned.  He felt her press down and more juices flowed into his mouth, someone else’s cum, but mixed with her taste and smell, too.

She was playing with her tits and rubbing her clit furiously, groaning.

He felt her push strongly and a flood came into his mouth.  He lost himself.  He was licking his wife’s pussy clean of some other man’s cum after they had fucked all afternoon.  Yes, he had lost himself, and the only way was to live it and surrender.  Surrender to her, submit to her and surrender to all of her pleasures.  It didn’t taste bad, once the shock passed.  He loved her taste, anyway, and long ago came to enjoy any opportunity for time for his mouth between her legs.

She was squeezing her legs tighter and tighter around his head, grinding her pussy into his face as she worked her clit.  She began bouncing slightly up and down on the bed and groaning, her breath coming in gasps.

He could feel her wave coming, starting somewhere beautiful and deep offshore and coming to crash around him.  She began to take short breaths and groan louder and louder on the exhale.  Finally as she arched her back it all erupted into one loud scream that lasted several seconds.

He lay very still beneath her as her body uncoiled, catching his breath but making sure not to touch anywhere sensitive.

She twitched at his movement, but didn’t move.  He could feel her relaxing on top of him.

Finally she rolled to her left.  He slid slightly toward the foot of the bed and she collapsed in a beautiful heap in the middle of the bed. He got up and fetched a light comforter from the bedroom chair and gently covered her, then layed down behind her, spooning, touching her just barely enough to enjoy feeling her body without disturbing her too much.

They stayed that way for some time, both dozing.  Finally she began to stir.  He stood by the side of the bed.  She rolled over on her back, tossing off the cover, and took a long, deep fully body stretch.  He was hypnotized.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Wow.” she finally said. “That’s four today!”

“Yeah!”

She closed her eyes, turning her head slightly away.

After a silence, she stretched again and, without opening her eyes, said, “I’m going to get another glass of wine.  Run my bath, ok?”

“Yes, my beautiful Mistress.”

As he turned toward the bath, she slid to the edge of the bed.  She picked up her t-shirt and put it on, picked up her glass, and as she reached the bedroom door she said loudly, without looking back, “And then put your chastity device on.  I think you’ll be wearing it awhile.”

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