Controlling Wife - Part 3

It was Lara's turn to divulge how she had spent her hours with Ian, Vicky's husband, while he was being made a cuckold by his wife. The full-figured beauty tugged the top of her brief robe apart slightly, showing off her deep cleavage. "You have to remember, Vick, that I know exactly how to push his buttons from when we went out together. Plus, with you telling me that my suspicions about his kinks were true, I had even more to work with. So the first thing I did was to start ordering him around. I made him kneel near the foot of the bed, with his back to the closet, and I stood directly in front of him, so he was staring at my hips and belly and, when he looked up, he got an eyeful of the undersides of my boobs. He was overwhelmed by all that girl flesh. I talked about what a good time you were going to have. Then I reminded him of our dates and how I used to manipulate him, and said I had liked that and was going to do it some more. He was breathing hard, as if I'd told him he was going to get lucky with me.

"So," she went on, "I had him get up and help me undress. Made him do it real slowly. Every time his hands touched me he shivered. You really have been keeping him horny, babe. Anyway, as he got more clothes off me his eyes got bigger and bigger. He gets so weak when he sees big girls like us undressed. After I was naked I made him get down on his belly and kiss my feet, one then the other. After a couple rounds of that I put my foot on the back of his head and pushed his face into the carpet. He was whimpering but when I let him stand up you could see he was trying to get a stiffy inside his chastity thing. That was when I decided that I wanted to be even meaner to him. Just like that it popped into my head. You know, because you're still pretty nice to the poor baby, and I figured it'd be fun to be like good cop and bad cop." "Right," Vicky said. "Except that I'm not THAT nice, so it's more like bad bitch and worse bitch." They shared a laugh over that.

Than Lara went on, saying, "So I made him stand there while I pinched his ears and twisted his nipples. He was squirming and his eyes were tearing up. Then I grabbed his hair, marched him to the kitchen, got that big wooden spoon you have, and made him carry it in his mouth. We went to the recreation room and I told him to bend over and put his hands on the cushions of the couch. Then I announced that I was going to smack his butt until it was nice and rosy red. He had to stand there, bent over with his ass on display, and think about that while I said some things about you being out on a date and how funny I thought it was that he had to have a sitter to keep and eye on him. A cucky sitter. I don't know which bothered him more, waiting to be spanked on the bare or being reminded about what you were doing. But then, when I surprised him with the first half dozen smacks on his ass, getting hit was all he could think about. I took a breather to let the pain sink in before I really let loose. Must have cracked him three dozen times altogether. He was sniffling by the time I finally stopped. Make sure you check his backside and see the lovely job I did. I went past the 'rosy red' that I promised him."

"Whew," Vicky said. "That was a hell of a start. I'm getting excited all over again, even after how much satisfaction Carl gave me. So what else happened?" "I put the rec room TV on to one of those music stations. The real soothing instrumental stuff. Then I made Ian open the couch up into a sofa bed, I stretched out, and he had to give me a full body massage. Being in chastity and having his hands all over my body just about drove him crazy. I could hear him breathing kind of shakily, like he was going to lose control. Not that he would be able to, with his dick in that clever little device. I had him get into one position, like the missionary position for sex, on the pretense of having him rub my shoulders. Then I told him to put his hands on either side of my head and I began toying with his nipples. He was making all these little tormented sounds, closing his eyes, opening his mouth. I wanted to go further so I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled his crotch tight against mine. I even made him dry hump me. It was kind of stimulating having his tube rubbing my clit. Then I announced that he was going to slide down there and show me if he was as good with his tongue as you've been telling me he is. He blushed but did as he was instructed. What a well trained husband you have, Vick."

"Well," the cheating wife told her friend. "Once you put them in chastity, it's not that hard to make them obey. At least, not with Ian. I imagine from everything he's told me about guys like him that it's always easy." "Anyway, I left him down there, telling him to speed up and slow down, mostly the latter, and having him keep me on the edge for about a half hour. Then I let him finish me and made him scurry back out to the kitchen to pour me a glass of white wine. I told him not to get anything for himself, not even water, because I didn't want him to lose my taste in his mouth." She chuckled. "You're right about exerting power over him being sexy. I was ready to make him to use his mouth again right away. But I didn't. I wanted to be in control, even if it meant postponing my pleasure a while. So instead I had him give me a better look at his chastity. Made him pose this way and that, had him tug on it, got a good peek at the padlock. Then I made him tell me some of his desires, and he admitted right away that he doesn't want you to take him out of it. He got kind of quiet and told me how thrilled he is that you're doing all this to him but still love him, maybe even more than ever."

Vicky wanted to know, "Did he say anything about me going out with Carl?" "He said something about how anything that made you happy made him happy too. I think he was trying to get to that topic. So I went to the big easy chair and sat there, then made him kneel in front of me with his head resting on my thighs. I forgot my mean bitch persona for a few minutes and started talking about what a good time you were going to have. Then I reminded him that going on a date won't make you love him any less. Probably just the opposite. I waited a few minutes and he just sort of hugged my legs. Then I said that if you got to have real sex with Carl it would probably make you want to leave Ian in chastity longer. Much longer. All of a sudden he wasn't thinking about anything else. The idea of you keeping that tube on him had your submissive husband all worked up. He repeated back that last thing I'd said, sort of like he wanted to reinforce the likelihood that it would play out that way. I put the idea into his mind that chastity and cheating are a perfect combination."

Ian's wife smiled. "Thanks. It can't hurt to have him thoroughly convinced of that. And after your effort at brainwashing, what came next?" "It was time to get back to being the mean chastity sitter. I had him get on his hands and knees and then I sat on his back. He had to give me a pony ride while I smacked his bottom -- which you remember was already well tanned -- with the kitchen spoon some more. I kept it up until he was really hurting, from the swatting and from having to carry me around. He might have had some second thoughts about liking heavy girls right about then." They giggled and high fived. Lara went on, "He was struggling a bit by the time I guided him back to the pulled out couch. I told him to lie on it on his back and then I knelt over his crotch. I teased him some about being so close to and yet so far away from my pussy. Then I inched up a bit until I was sitting on his tummy. The contact between our bodies had him aroused all over again and I pretended to feel bad for him that he was in chastity, though I'm sure he knew I was just saying that to torment him. Then I moved up to his chest and stayed there for a while, talked about his chaste state, and decided out loud that I was going to recommend that you keep him in his tube for a loooong time."

Lara took a deep breath. "I was getting myself hot with all that naughty talk, so the next move was to sit right on your husband's face. I rode him hard. He might have thought I was trying to smother him a few times. But I got another two climaxes out of it, so I was one happy gal." She sighed. "And then I suggested that we would have lots more evenings together and that I would ask you to put the spiked tube on him the next time." Vicky said, "Wow. You're a natural. I guess that makes up for you not getting into his fantasies more deeply while you were dating." "Let's say it's a good start. But if it's okay with you, I'd like to go a lot further. A whole lot." "No problem. Because I intend to keep seeing Carl at least once a week. He's too good to not go to bed with."

"So," Lara wanted to know, "how are you going to end your date night?" "Hmmm. Since Ian's so into being cuckolded, I'm going to tell him about my night out in great detail. Of course, I'll continue to remind him that I'm still in love with him, but I'll make it clear that Carl is now my sex partner and Ian will continue to be my chaste, eager-to-please-me husband. What a terrific arrangement. And you know, I could use one more orgasm before I go to sleep. When Ian told me about those stories he reads on the computer, he described how the cheating wives make their husbands go down on them after dates, without cleaning up beforehand, and the cuckold has to slurp up all of the stud lover's cum while he gives his wife more pleasure. I like that idea. It appeals to my need to control Ian. And you can never cum too many times."

Lara smiled. "Well then, I'm going to excuse myself, go home, and look forward to my next session of minding your husband. You have a wonderful rest of the evening." "Oh, I assure you I will," Vicky said as they both stood. Then they hugged and Vicky headed toward HER bedroom to test Ian's limits once more.

THE END

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