<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=ivy%20craves%20control">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="113403819" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>Tom looked up from his computer as Abigail walked into the kitchen. She offered a smile before pouring a cup of coffee and grabbing the half and half from the fridge.</p><p>“How do you get anything done?” Abigail asked.</p><p>“I don’t,” Tom answered. “Not really, at least. I think that might be Ivy’s goal, though. I mean, she doesn’t have to be quite as loud as she’s being and the bedroom door definitely doesn’t have to be open.”</p><p>Ivy was in the bedroom with Daniel, the man she’d met at the party three weeks ago. The sexual relationship that had begun that night had continued and they rarely went more than a few days without seeing each other. Daniel’s schedule was nearly as flexible as Ivy’s, which meant he showed up at the house whenever either of them was in the mood. They almost always fucked in the bedroom and they were almost always loud about it.</p><p>“Does it make you jealous?” Abigail asked.</p><p>“A little,” Tom said.</p><p>Abigail stirred her coffee and sat across from Tom at the kitchen table. “When was the last time you fucked her?”</p><p>“Not since she met him,” Tom replied.</p><p>“You’ve gone three weeks without fucking your wife?” Abigail asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“And you’ve spent three weeks listening to someone else fuck her,” Abigail continued. A naughty smile crossed her face. “That must be agonizing.”</p><p>Tom was about to respond when he felt her foot between his legs. He’d hoped to avoid revealing that he was rather aroused, but Abigail’s toes quickly found his half hard cock, making any sort of denial pointless.</p><p>“Well, well,” she said. “It looks like we have something in common.”</p><p>“We do?” Tom asked as his cock reached a fully erect state thanks to the surprisingly skillful work of his wife’s business partner.</p><p>“It turns us on to listen to Ivy getting fucked,” Abigail said.</p><p>Tom gripped the edge of the table as Abigail rubbed him rather vigorously. Ivy hadn’t let him inside her in more than three weeks, but she also hadn’t let him orgasm since she’d embarked on a torrid affair with Daniel.</p><p>“You’re turned on?” Tom asked.</p><p>“More than you might imagine, Tom,” Abigail answered. “The truth is, my sex life has slowed down a little. I’m not entirely sure why, but my husband and I aren’t clicking the way we used to. I’m a little worried that witnessing the changes in your marriage – and using you for my pleasure with increasing frequency – has shifted my needs in ways he can no longer meet.”</p><p>Tom was more than a little dumbfounded – Abigail almost always talked glowingly about her husband – though he liked the idea that his submission to Ivy had seemingly opened a new world of pleasure for Abigail.</p><p>“Is there anything I can do?” Tom asked.</p><p>Abigail smiled and pulled her foot from between his legs. Ivy unleashed a particularly loud moan that signaled her impending orgasm. “I thought you’d never ask,” Abigail said. “You can eat my pussy while I fantasize about getting fucked like Ivy is getting fucked.”</p><p>Tom pushed his chair back and sank to his knees. He crawled under the kitchen table and Abigail pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and moved her panties aside. Tom went to work and heard Abigail sip her coffee before moaning quietly.</p><p>“Listen to that,” Abigail said. “I can’t remember the last time I moaned and screamed like that. I really can’t. Your wife is getting some seriously good dick, Tom. She’s getting fucked by a man with size, skill, and incredible stamina. She’s getting what every woman wants, and she’s got a loyal, loving, submissive husband to boot. I swear, Ivy has carved out the perfect life for herself.”</p><p>Tom felt a sense of pride at embracing his part in Ivy’s perfect life. He was happy to have taken on the role of her submissive husband. He’d willingly sacrificed in the name of making Ivy happy, from giving up his office to doing most of the household chores to embracing the idea that she was going to fuck Daniel whenever and wherever she wanted because she deserved that pleasure. Tom understood that most men would have resented being asked to make all those sacrifices, but he found it deeply satisfying to do so.</p><p>“Mmm, that’s it, Tom. Eat my pussy,” Abigail said. “Eat my pussy while Daniel fucks your wife.”</p><p>The sounds of exceptionally loud sex made it impossible for Tom to avoid thinking about his wife getting fucked by another man.</p><p>“Did she tell you she loves it when Daniel takes her from behind?” Abigail asked. “She said she’s amazed that she finds it so hot to be on her hands and knees while he delivers those long, hard thrusts into her pussy. She said he took her from behind that first night and she came all over his big cock. She said she looks forward to it now, that she loves getting on her hands and knees for him and telling him to fuck her doggystyle. Can you believe that, Tom? Can you believe your wife would utter those words to another man?”</p><p>Doggystyle was an inherently submissive position, so Tom found it a little surprising that Ivy would get off on it.</p><p>“Mmm, fuck, Tom, get me off with that tongue of yours,” Abigail said. “Make me cum. Make me fucking cum.”</p><p>She reached under the table and grabbed a handful of his hair. Tom moaned – he couldn’t help but enjoy it when Abigail got a little bossier than usual. He continued to give her clit a vigorous massage, and when Abigail’s grip tightened on his hair and her legs began to quiver Tom knew her orgasm was close.</p><p>Abigail moaned and groaned and closed her legs around his head. Juices dripped from her pussy and Tom licked them up as she climaxed. When she smacked her hand on the table above him and said, “God damn you are good,” Tom knew she’d finished cumming.</p><p>He crawled out from under the table and sat in front of his laptop once more. “Thank you for letting me do that,” he said.</p><p>Abigail smiled, sipped her coffee, and asked, “Do you really enjoy it? Making me cum while someone else is fucking your wife?”</p><p>Tom nodded. Ivy was still moaning. She was still getting fucked. Daniel’s stamina was genuinely impressive. “I do enjoy it. A lot, actually. I know some men aren’t really into eating pussy, but I really like it. I find it genuinely thrilling to be able to give a woman pleasure like that. I’m really grateful that Ivy shares my mouth with you, to be honest.”</p><p>“Do you wish she shared your cock?” Abigail asked. “Not that she’s spoken of it being all that impressive, but do you wish you got to have sex more often, Tom?”</p><p>There was a twinkle in Abigail’s eye that made him wonder if she was doing more than teasing him. Why would she want to fuck him, though? She’d made it clear her husband was adept as a lover, and even if they weren’t fucking anywhere near as often as they used to, it didn’t make any sense that Abigail would step down to fuck Tom.</p><p>“Uh, well, to be honest, my first thought is that it’s Ivy’s choice and that what she wants is what I want. I certainly wouldn’t object to having more sex, but I don’t spend a lot of time pining for it or feeling frustrated that I don’t have more sex, if that makes sense,” Tom said.</p><p>Abigail laughed. “If you were any other man I wouldn’t believe you, because that doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, at least from what I know about men. I know that Ivy’s trained you exceptionally well, though, so it actually makes perfect sense for you to find the most satisfaction in doing what your wife wants.”</p><p>Her foot found its way between Tom’s legs once more and the look on her face made him quite certain she enjoyed the tease.</p><p>“You know, I think you’re the kind of husband lots of women really want,” Abigail said. “You do as you’re told, but you’re not pathetic in the way some obedient men are. You’re submissive but strong. You genuinely put your wife’s needs above your own, including your sexual needs, which most men aren’t willing to do. I don’t think most women would be willing to admit they want a husband like you, but I think a good percentage actually do.”</p><p>“What about you?” Tom asked. “What kind of husband do you want?”</p><p>Abigail’s foot moved with exceptional speed between Tom’s legs and he felt the beginnings of an orgasm in his loins. “A husband like you, Tom,” she said. “I’ve seen firsthand how much better Ivy’s life is since she took control. We’ve built a successful and growing business. She’s achieved a far greater level of sexual satisfaction, even before she started fucking Daniel. She’s more confident. She looks better than she ever has. Every change has been for the better, all because she wasn’t afraid to embrace the benefits that come with being married to a man like you.”</p><p>“Abigail,” Tom said as he came closer to cumming in his pants, “I’m close. Your foot…it’s…I’m close.”</p><p>“My husband isn’t interested in being like you,” Abigail said. “I didn’t come right out and ask him, but I’ve tried to get him to worship my pussy like you do. I want to see him on his knees between my legs. I want to feel his tongue against my clit. I want him to stay there until he makes me cum and then I want him to go make me dinner like you do for Ivy. He won’t do it, though. He’s not built that way, Tom. It disappoints me every time.”</p><p>Tom closed his eyes and considered getting up. Ivy had given Abigail permission to play with his cock, but he wasn’t sure if his wife had granted her permission to make him cum and he didn’t want to break the rules. “Abigail…please,” he said.</p><p>“I’m grateful to Ivy,” Abigail said. “I’m grateful to her for showing me the joy of having a submissive husband and for sharing you when I’m in the mood to have my pussy worshiped. I’m grateful to her for trusting me to play with you and drive you utterly mad with desire while someone else is fucking her. You have no idea how much fun it is to watch your face as I play with your cock, Tom.”</p><p>Tom was seconds away from cumming when Abigail pulled her foot from between his legs. He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that she’d chosen not to get him off. Tom looked down to see a considerable precum stain in his crotch.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ivy screamed from the bedroom.</p><p>Tom shuddered as an entirely different kind of pleasure rippled through his body. He pictured Ivy on her hands and knees with Daniel’s cock filling her from behind. He saw the look of pleasure on her face. He saw her body trembling as she climaxed.</p><p>“You like listening to another man make her cum, don’t you?” Abigail asked.</p><p>Tom nodded. It wasn’t something he ever thought would be true, but it was. He actually loved listening to it and that had been true from the start. After all, Ivy’s pleasure was really the only thing that mattered.</p><p>Abigail stood and came around to Tom’s side of the table. She set her coffee mug down and bent over. She studied his face for a moment and reached up to gently caress it. “You’re the perfect husband, Tom,” she whispered. She leaned forward and her lips met his. Tom surrendered to the kiss as Abigail’s hand moved to the back of his head and her fingers gently moved through his hair. Her mouth opened and their tongues indulged in a slow, sensual dance.</p><p>“Wow,” Tom said as the slow, sensual kiss came to an end.</p><p>Abigail smiled and reached between his legs. She grabbed Tom’s cock through his jeans and squeezed it softly. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Ivy gave me permission to have a little fun with you. She knows how much I enjoy it and since Daniel’s fucking her so good she figures you deserve to have a little more fun, too. She even said I could let you fuck me if I wanted.”</p><p>“Really?” Tom asked. He was immediately embarrassed by the excitement in his voice, in part because he was certain Abigail would never let him fuck her.</p><p>“Would you like that, Tom?” Abigail asked. “Would you like to fuck me? Would you like to slide your cock into the pussy you’ve spent so much time worshiping over the past few months?”</p><p>“Yes,” Tom said.</p><p>Abigail stroked him through his pants and he moaned. “Imagine it, Tom. Imagine my warm, wet pussy wrapped around your cock. Imagine me on top. Imagine my tits bouncing in your face as I ride your cock. Imagine my tight little cunt milking a load out of you.”</p><p>“Oh…fuck,” Tom said as he came in his pants. Abigail stroked him right through the orgasm as Tom’s body vibrated with pleasure. His feet lifted off the ground and he gripped the edge of the kitchen table while hot cum poured into his underwear.</p><p>“Well that was fun,” Abigail said. “Leave the mess in your pants. I want Ivy to see it when she finishes up with Daniel. I think she might enjoy that you got so turned on listening to her that you blew your load in your pants.”</p><p>In the aftermath of his orgasm, Tom was worried. What if Ivy hadn’t given Abigail permission to play with him? What if Abigail had simply decided to fuck with Tom’s marriage? What if Ivy was going to be enraged that he’d let another woman make him cum?</p><p>Abigail seemingly read the look on his face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I wasn’t lying. Ivy knows I’m not happy at home. She gave me permission to play with you in whatever way turned me on. In fact, I think she likes the idea of you serving my needs and hers. You can ask her yourself when she comes out from the bedroom, though. I’m sure she’ll be here soon, too. She likes a glass of water after he fucks her, doesn’t she?”</p><p>Tom nodded.</p><p>“Good. I could use another cup of coffee,” Abigail said as she returned the other side of the kitchen table. “Would you mind pouring it for me? Just a little half and half.”</p><p>“Of course,” Tom said. He stood, studied the incredible mess in the front of his pants, and picked up Abigail’s coffee cup. He wasn’t going to stop serving her needs just because he’d cum. He was still a submissive. It was still his purpose to do as he was told. It was still the thing that made him happiest.</p>