<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="91442148" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Hey, Abigail,” Tom said as his wife’s friend and business partner walked into the kitchen.</p><p>Abigail smiled and brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her eyes. “Hey, Tom. Is there any coffee? We’re taking a little break to recharge and we could use a caffeine pick-me-up.”</p><p>“I’ll make some and bring it to you,” he answered. “How do you take it?”</p><p>Abigail seemed surprised. “Oh, uh, that’s really nice of you. I like it with cream and a little sugar. Thanks.”</p><p>“No problem. It’ll be about ten minutes,” Tom replied.</p><p>Abigail turned to leave the kitchen and head back to the office where she and Ivy were hammering out the details of their business. She stopped in the doorway, turned back, and said, “Ivy’s lucky to have a man like you.”</p><p>Tom smiled. “That’s nice of you to say, though I’d say I’m lucky to have a woman like her.”</p><p>Abigail returned his smile before heading back to the office. Tom grabbed the teapot and filled it with filtered water as he marveled at how much effort Ivy was putting into her business idea. At first he figured she would treat it like a fun hobby, but it seemed like she was intent on making it a real company, and one that would eventually become her full time job.</p><p>Tom put the kettle on the stovetop and set it to boiling before grabbing the coffee beans and the grinder from the cabinet. He ground enough for a full French press and savored the smell of the beans as it wafted up from the grinder.</p><p>After pouring the fresh grounds into the French press Tom leaned against the counter and considered how swiftly his life had changed over the past month and a half. Just three weeks ago Ivy had requested that he take on more of the housework so she could launch her business. Tom had, in turn, spent the better part of the past two weekends tending to the housework that he and Ivy usually split. For the first time since his days as a bachelor he’d done laundry and for the first time in his life he’d thoroughly cleaned the house each week, including dusting just about every surface and scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen surfaces until they shined.</p><p>Tom’s willingness to put in more work around the house hadn’t gone unrewarded. After the first Saturday of house cleaning, Ivy had welcomed Tom into her pussy. She’d put on a new lingerie set and offered up a full seduction, including just a little bit of oral pleasure before she got on top and took him inside her. She’d spent the prior week teasing him so Tom hadn’t lasted very long once they started having sex, but the few minutes he’d spent inside his wife were pure bliss.</p><p>He hadn’t cum in the two weeks since that orgasm, but Ivy had upped her teasing game. She’d taken to spending more time in considerably less clothing. On some evenings she’d walk around in nothing more than a pair of skimpy panties and a t-shirt with no bra on, and her nipples always seemed to be hard. She initiated contact a great deal more often, kissing and touching Tom constantly. He knew it was all designed to keep him in a state of arousal, but he was just fine with that. There was nothing better than feeling a deep desire for his wife, after all.</p><p>When the kettle began to let off steam Tom pulled it from the burner and filled the French press. He stirred the water and grounds mixture gently and covered it with the plunger before setting a timer and returning to the scrubbing he’d been doing when Abigail walked in. There was a particularly tricky stain in their supposedly stainless steel sink that just didn’t want to come out.</p><p>As he scrubbed, Tom smiled at a memory that leapt to mind from the previous weekend. He’d been scrubbing the sink in the very same manor when Ivy walked in wearing her panties and a particularly tight t-shirt that ended just above her belly button. He’d never seen it before, which meant she’d bought it just to tease him.</p><p>Ivy had wrapped her arms around Tom from behind and told him how much she appreciated his willingness to take on so much housework so she could have the time she needed to get her business off the ground. Her hand moved between his legs as she complimented him and soon enough she had his cock – which she’d denied all week long – in a fully erect state. Tom kept scrubbing through it all. He stopped only when Ivy told him to turn around. They shared a kiss and then she pushed him to his knees, pulled her panties aside, and offered her pussy. Tom put his fingers and tongue to use – the way Ivy preferred – and got her off in less than a minute. She walked away with a smile on her face and he went back to scrubbing the sink.</p><p>The beeping of the timer pulled Tom from his revelry and he poured two cups of coffee, preparing each the way the women liked. He headed down the hallway with the full mugs and heard his wife and her friend and business partner chatting as he approached the office that used to be his.</p><p>“Ladies, I have two cups of freshly made coffee for you,” Tom said.</p><p>Both women looked his way and smiled excitedly.</p><p>“We were just talking about you,” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom placed the mugs on the desk and replied, “Oh really? All good things, I hope.”</p><p>Abigail lifted the mug in both hands and held it under her nose as she breathed in the scent. She closed her eyes and smiled before looking up at Tom and saying, “I was just telling your wife that she’s a lucky woman. I think I’d have to agree to a blowjob a night for six months to get my husband to give up his office for a project of mine and you did so without hesitation.”</p><p>Tom knew that Abigail’s forward nature and often filthy mouth rubbed some people the wrong way, it was the exact reason she was his favorite of Ivy’s friends.</p><p>“It’s not a problem, really,” Tom said. “I love that Ivy is working on something new and, honestly, I’m really impressed with the business plan. Plus, your packaging is beautiful. If the soaps smell even half decent you guys are going to have a great start to a business.”</p><p>“Well, it’s very kind of you,” Abigail said between sips. “Oh, and not for nothing, but you make a great cup of coffee.”</p><p>Both women lifted their mugs in appreciation and smiled at him and Tom couldn’t help but feel a little like an assistant that they had clean for them and fetch coffee because they were just too busy to bother with things like that. There was something vaguely humiliating about it, and yet their smiles and praise brought him great joy.</p><p>“Ivy also tells me you’re quite the oral aficionado,” Abigail said.</p><p>Tom glanced at his wife but she didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised by Abigail’s comment. Clearly Ivy had shared a little something of the shift in their sex life over the past month and a half.</p><p>“Uh, well, I, uh, sure, I guess so,” Tom stammered. His response embarrassed him more than Abigail’s comment.</p><p>“Oh, Tom, I’m sorry,” Abigail said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. The truth is, I’m kind of jealous. I think it’s been four months since Eric went down on me. It’s like he thinks I have a limited supply of orgasms and if he gives me one with his tongue then I won’t let him use his cock, you know?”</p><p>Tom glanced at his wife again but Ivy seemed to be enjoying his discomfort as Abigail spilled the details of her sexual frustration.</p><p>“You know, Tom’s a very generous man,” Ivy said. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind using his skills to help you out, Abigail.”</p><p>For the first time since he’d known her, Abigail looked shocked and a little scandalized. “Ivy! Please. Eric would lose his mind if he knew I let someone else go down on me. He’d be over here screaming in front of your house before the night was over.”</p><p>Tom couldn’t help but notice that Abigail hadn’t expressed a lack of desire to have him between her legs. Perhaps she was more frustrated with her sex life than it seemed.</p><p>“The only way Eric would find out is if you told him,” Ivy said.</p><p>It certainly seemed like Ivy was trying to convince Abigail to let Tom orally service her, which struck him as insane. He didn’t say anything, though, as it also struck him as a hugely exciting idea, especially if his wife was on board.</p><p>“Ivy, you can’t…you’re not serious, are you?” Abigail asked.</p><p>Tom was certain he saw interest on Abigail’s face. She wasn’t horrified by what her friend was saying. Not even close. She was intrigued. Her legs had instinctively parted a little and she’d moved a hand to her thigh like she was subconsciously preparing to pleasure herself.</p><p>“I’m not trying to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to do,” Ivy said. “But I am saying that Tom is exceptional with his mouth and fingers and it would make me happy to lend you his services to help relieve some of the frustration that you’re clearly feeling. After all, nothing is more relaxing than a good orgasm. It will release some stress and likely free up some creative energy. If you don’t want to, I’d completely understand. If you do want to, Tom will gladly get on his knees and get to work.”</p><p>Abigail looked at Tom for a few moments and then back to Ivy. “It makes me jealous, you know,” she said. “Hearing you talk about him going down on you every day. Sometimes twice a day. I’ve never been with a guy willing to do that and I haven’t had that many orgasms since I was 22 and backpacking around Europe with my college boyfriend.”</p><p>“He is very dedicated,” Ivy said as she smiled at Tom. “It turns out that I had no idea I was married to such a generous man.”</p><p>Abigail ran her fingers over the rim of her coffee mug and stared off like she was deep in thought. Then she looked up at Tom and asked, “Is she right? Would you really be willing to do that?”</p><p>“He would,” Ivy answered. “Like I told you, I’m in control now. Tom likes it that way. He probably didn’t expect me to offer his mouth to my friend, but he knows that he’ll be rewarded if he does as I desire.”</p><p>Tom suspected it wasn’t his place to speak, so he simply nodded at Abigail.</p><p>She smiled at him, put her coffee mug on the desk, and slowly inched her pelvis forward in the chair. She lifted her knee length skirt, slowly exposing the milky white flesh of her thighs. It seemed to Tom that in doing so she was searching for the strength to go through with it. It wasn’t until her simple blue cotton panties came into view that Abigail looked up at him and said, “I’d like to take Ivy up on her offer.”</p><p>“Make her cum,” Ivy said from the other side of the desk.</p><p>Tom dropped to his knees in front of Abigail and looked up at her. “May I remove your panties?” he asked.</p><p>She nodded and Tom reached up to take off her panties. Abigail’s hand instinctively moved between her legs like she was going to swat his fingers away, but she quickly pulled it back. Tom abandoned his plan to remove her panties and instead caressed her thighs and leaned closer to kiss them softly. He kissed his way up her thighs and between her legs before pressing his lips against her panties and applying pressure to her clit. Abigail moaned and Tom felt some of the tension leave her body.</p><p>He leaned back and reached up to remove her panties, making sure to gently drag his fingers along her thighs as he did. Tom set the panties on the floor and moved between Abigail’s legs once more. He placed soft, gentle kisses on her labia and clit hood, causing her to moan once more, this time a little louder.</p><p>Tom kissed his way to the base of her pussy and pushed his tongue between her lips. Abigail’s flesh tasted even sweeter than Ivy’s and as he worked his way to her clit, she unleashed a moan of genuine pleasure, signaling that Tom was headed in the right direction.</p><p>When he started to work her clit in earnest the tone of Abigail’s moans changed. It seemed that she’d finally let go of any tension and had given herself over to the admittedly strange pleasure of having her friend’s husband go down on her.</p><p>“God, that feels so good,” Abigail said.</p><p>“He’s wonderful, isn’t he?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Abigail laughed joyfully. “He really is.”</p><p>“Take your time,” Ivy said. “There’s no reason to rush your orgasm. Tom will stay down there as long as he needs to.”</p><p>Abigail gripped the edge of the chair and unleashed a series of quick moans that made Tom think it wasn’t going to be all that long before she climaxed. He responded by introducing a finger to her slick pussy and searching for her g-spot as he almost always did when going down on Ivy. Abigail arched her back and moaned in response and Tom quickly introduced a second finger.</p><p>“Oh my God,” she said.</p><p>Her thighs began to tremble and Tom glanced up to see a look of complete and utter joy on her face. Abigail was about to cum, a fact that brought him a great deal of satisfaction.</p><p>Ivy tended to declare when she was climaxing, but Abigail simply screamed. It was loud enough that Tom’s ears hurt for a few moments, but it was also a surefire sign that he’d done a good job. Only when Abigail pulled her pussy away from him did he cease licking her.</p><p>Half a minute later she opened her eyes and looked down at him. “Thank you,” she said before turning to Ivy. “And thank you. That was incredible. That was just what I needed, in fact. Holy shit. I’m not sure I realized just how badly I needed it.”</p><p>Tom picked up her panties and helped Abigail put them on. She fixed her skirt and he stood up and prepared to leave.</p><p>“Oh, wow,” Abigail said as she stared at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Is that from going down on me?”</p><p>Tom nodded.</p><p>“I feel kind of bad,” she said. “Should we…I don’t know, should we do something about that?”</p><p>“There’s no need,” Ivy said. “Tom’s used to that by now. I’ve found that keeping him in a state of arousal ensures he’s a remarkably attentive, loving, supportive husband, so he doesn’t orgasm anywhere near as often as he used to.”</p><p>Abigail glanced once more at the bulge in Tom’s pants and smiled. “I always liked you two, but it turns out you’re a much more interesting couple than I ever gave you credit for. I have to say, I’m already quite pleased that we’re working on this business together.”</p><p>Ivy laughed. “I’m sure you are. I’m sure Tom is too. Aren’t you, darling?”</p><p>“I am,” Tom replied as his erection continued to throb.</p><p>“Thank you for the coffee and the little oral interlude,” Ivy said. “I’ll call for you if we need anything else, okay?”</p><p>“Of course,” Tom replied before making his way out of the room. He still had quite a bit of house cleaning to do and he wanted to make sure Ivy was pleased when the day was finished, as that was the best way to ensure he got the sort of sexual reward he craved.</p>