<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="109730935" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Champagne, sir?” the waiter asked.</p><p>Tom stared across the ballroom at Ivy and the tall, dark-haired man he was quite certain she was flirting with. It took a few moments before he noticed the waiter standing next to him. “Huh?” Tom said.</p><p>The waiter smiled. “Would you like a glass of champagne?”</p><p>“Oh, uh, yes, thanks,” Tom said as he grabbed a flute of bubbly liquid from the waiter’s tray.</p><p>“Enjoy,” the waiter said before walking away.</p><p>Tom spotted Abigail standing alone and rushed towards her. “Hey, who’s that guy?”</p><p>“What guy?” Abigail said.</p><p>Tom nodded towards Ivy and said, “The guy Ivy’s talking with.”</p><p>Abigail turned and as Tom let his eyes wander down the back of the blue satin dress she’d bought for the party. “He’s good looking, isn’t he?”</p><p>He was exceptionally good looking and that was certainly why Tom was feeling a little bit insecure, but he didn’t really want to talk to Abigail about that. “Sure. I guess so. That doesn’t really answer the question, though.”</p><p>“I’m not sure who he is,” Abigail said. “If I know Ivy, though, he’s probably someone that can help the business. This room is full of well-to-do, business-minded people that are looking to make more money. We’re lucky Susan invited us, honestly. I know they call this little shindig a charity event, but it’s really just a chance for people to get together and network for an evening while giving a little bit of money to a good cause.”</p><p>Tom barely listened as he watched Ivy and the tall, handsome man talk. He was certain she was flirting. She was laughing, leaning in every now and then, and almost certainly drawing his attention to her breasts, which looked spectacular in the curve-hugging red dress she’d worn for the evening.</p><p>“Is she flirting?” Tom asked. “It looks like she’s flirting.”</p><p>Abigail laughed. “Is someone feeling jealous?”</p><p>“I think I am, yes,” he said. “What an awful feeling.”</p><p>Abigail laughed again, this time a little louder. “Don’t worry, Tom. Ivy loves you. She loves you more than you know, especially now that you’re…well, now that you’re more inclined to put her needs first. Even if she’s doing a little flirting, she’s not going to leave you.”</p><p>“But, why would she flirt with someone else when she knows I’m here?” Tom asked.</p><p>Abigail looked at him like he was speaking gibberish. “Tom, flirting is fun. I flirt all the time with other guys. Though, to be fair, I don’t do it in front of my husband. But it’s like I said, Ivy is probably just trying to help the business in some way. She just happens to be doing it with someone that’s really good looking.”</p><p>Tom sipped the champagne, swallowed it, and then hastily finished the rest of the glass as he watched Ivy reached out and touch the other guy’s arm. Her fingers lingered for what felt like an eternity – though it was probably no more than a few moments – before she pulled back and sipped her drink.</p><p>“Would you like a distraction?” Abigail asked.</p><p>“Sure,” Tom said. There was little to be gained by continuing to stare at his wife from across the room.</p><p>Abigail took his hand and said, “Follow me.”</p><p>She led Tom out of the ballroom that played host to the charity event, down the hallway, and into the women’s bathroom.</p><p>“What are we doing?” Tom asked before stopping to look around at the remarkable luxury the women’s bathroom had, including a beautiful, comfortable-looking couch resting against one wall. “Wait, this is a bathroom?”</p><p>“It’s gorgeous, right?” Abigail replied as she locked the door. “Here, help me with his.”</p><p>She turned around and reached back to gesture at her dress’s zipper. Tom stepped closer and lowered it for her. He did so without hesitation and soon enough Abigail’s dress was folded over the arm of the couch and she was seated with her legs spread and her pussy on display.</p><p>“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Get on your knees. Get to work.”</p><p>A year ago Tom would have run out of the bathroom. He wouldn’t have ended up in the bathroom with Abigail in the first place, in fact. Things had changed, though. Ivy had made it perfectly clear that Tom was to serve Abigail’s sexual desires when she declared them, and Abigail had made it perfectly clear she’d never use Tom for anything other than his tongue and fingers.</p><p>“Tom, let’s go,” Abigail said. “It’s been weeks since I’ve been fucked and I’m feeling a little pent up.”</p><p>Tom fell to his knees as someone knocked on the door.</p><p>“I’ll be right out!” Abigail cried out. She grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair and said, “Get to work. I need to cum.”</p><p>Tom offered Abigail the pleasure she craved, but he couldn’t get his mind off of Ivy. He kept picturing her flirting with the stranger. He saw her touching him. He saw her laughing. He saw her doing all the things a woman does when she’s attracted to someone. He couldn’t quite shake the notion that it was more than Abigail suggested, that Ivy wasn’t just flirting to help their business. Tom had no reason to think that way – Ivy seemed happier than she’d ever been – but he couldn’t quite shake the idea.</p><p>“Ivy’s a lucky woman,” Abigail said, pulling Tom’s attention back to the present moment. “It’s a rare thing to find a man willing to get on his knees and eat pussy without question.” She moaned and spread her legs a little wider. Tom had gone down on her enough to know that Abigail was already close. “I’m glad I get to use your mouth from time to time. Otherwise I might have real marital problems. My husband just doesn’t like eating pussy, though he’s not as good as you, Tom. Fuck, your tongue is incredible.”</p><p>Tom felt the same rush of pleasure he always experienced when servicing Abigail or Ivy. It was a deep sense of satisfaction that far surpassed most other forms of arousal and it’s why he never resisted when told to get on his knees. It’s why he volunteered to be offered up to Susan, the abusive domme who took pleasure in humiliating men, and who offered a hearty dose of it to Tom during their play session.</p><p>“That’s it…that’s it, Tom…I’m cumming…oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” she said in a stilted manner as her thighs trembled. Tom slowed his tongue and provided just a little bit of stimulation to carry Abigail through her orgasm and ensure it was as satisfying as she deserved.</p><p>“Thank you,” she said afterwards. She stood, swiftly put her dress on, and said, “Zip me up.”</p><p>Tom got to his feet, zipped up her dress, and followed Abigail out of the bathroom. The woman waiting her turn offered a horrified look as she saw them come out – she no doubt assumed they were fucking – but Abigail didn’t give her a second glance. She clearly didn’t give a damn about anything other than getting what she wanted. Tom felt used, though it wasn’t a feeling he objected to. He quite liked it, in fact.</p><p>“Where did you two get off to?” Ivy asked as they returned to the ballroom.</p><p>“I had a little issue that Tom helped me deal with,” Abigail answered with a smile. “It’s been a while and I got a little pent up. Tom was, as always, happy to offer his exceptional talents in helping me resolve my issue.”</p><p>“He is quite helpful, isn’t he?” Ivy replied as she smiled at her husband.</p><p>“He was also a little jealous,” Abigail said. Tom shot her a look, but she ignored him. It seemed she was going to bring up his concerns whether she wanted him to or not.</p><p>“Jealous? Of what?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Abigail and Ivy looked at Tom and he knew there was no way to avoid giving an answer. “Of you flirting with that guy,” he said.</p><p>Ivy smiled and looked at Abigail. “He was very good looking, wasn’t he? I guess I could see why Tom would be jealous. I suppose any man would be jealous if his wife was wearing a sexy dress and flirting with a tall, handsome, sexy, wealthy man.”</p><p>“I suppose that’s true,” Abigail said. “I know my husband would seethe with jealousy if he saw me flirting with someone like that.”</p><p>“Tell me, Tom, when you felt that jealousy, was it because you were worried I’d do something inappropriate with that gorgeous man?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“I’m not sure,” Tom answered.</p><p>Ivy stepped closer and he glanced at her cleavage, just as the man she’d been flirting with had done. “Jealousy is always rooted in another feeling, darling. So, what else was on your mind as you watched me flirt with him? When I touched him, what did you think? Did you think I wanted him to pull me close and kiss me? Did you think I wanted to feel his body against mine as our tongues mingled? Did you think I wanted his hands to grasp my ass through the impossibly soft, thin fabric of this dress? Did you think I wanted him to discover that I wasn’t wearing any panties?”</p><p>Tom hadn’t thought of any of that, but Ivy had successfully planted the imagery in his head and it was all he could think of. He put his hands on her waist and Ivy smiled. His fingers moved to her ass and he pulled her close. He squeezed her flesh and their lips met. Her mouth opened and she offered her tongue for a passionate kiss.</p><p>“You’re hard,” Ivy whispered.</p><p>“That was quite a kiss,” Tom replied. He glanced at Abigail to see a gleeful smile on her face. She’d happily stuck around to watch the action.</p><p>“Are you sure it was just the kiss, darling?” Ivy asked. “Are you sure you weren’t a little bit excited by the idea of another man’s hands on your wife’s ass?”</p><p>“Were you excited by that idea?” Tom replied.</p><p>“I think she might have been,” Abigail answered. “The question is, how would that make you feel, Tom?”</p><p>Ivy smiled. “Yes, how would that make you feel, Tom?”</p><p>“Jealous,” he answered. “It would make me feel jealous.”</p><p>“I told him he had nothing to worry about,” Abigail said. “I told him that you loved him, that you weren’t going to leave him. I’m sure that would be true even if you decided to have a little fun with another guy.”</p><p>“She’s right,” Ivy said. “I’m never going to leave you, Tom. Especially not now, not after you proved your willingness to be the man I need you to be, not after you offered me so much control.”</p><p>Tom stepped back and stared at his wife and her friend. It felt like they knew something he didn’t, as if they’d talked about the idea of Ivy doing something with another man.</p><p>“Ivy, what are you saying?” Tom asked. “Do you…do you want to do something with that guy?”</p><p>“Taking control has unlocked something in her, Tom,” Abigail said.</p><p>“My needs have expanded,” Ivy added.</p><p>“Expanded?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy smiled and stepped closer. She took Tom’s hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Your willingness to give me control has led to intense, deeply satisfying pleasure for both of us,” Ivy said. “It’s also made me think that I can have more, that I deserve more. More than that, it’s made me think that you’d be willing to let me have more.”</p><p>She wasn’t being entirely clear, but Tom was relatively certain that Ivy was saying she wanted to explore finding pleasure with other men, perhaps with the man she’d been flirting with.</p><p>“Doesn’t she deserve more, Tom?” Abigail asked. “Doesn’t your beautiful wife deserve everything she wants?”</p><p>Tom nodded. “Yes, she does.”</p><p>“You know I love you, right?” Ivy asked. “You know I’m never going to leave you.”</p><p>“I know,” Tom said.</p><p>“Do you understand what she’s saying, Tom? Do you understand that Ivy has come to understand that she wants more than you can give her?” Abigail asked.</p><p>Tom looked at Abigail and then back at Ivy. He nodded. He understood the implication. He still wasn’t sure what Ivy planned on doing, but he understood what they were telling him.</p><p>Ivy pressed her body against his. Her breasts felt wonderful, even through the jacket and shirt he wore. She kissed him, this time with an even deeper sense of passion than before. Tom’s body hummed with desire, though he’d long since lost track of the true root of that desire.</p><p>“I love you,” she said. “I love you more than you can possibly imagine.”</p><p>“I love you too,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and gently ground her pelvis into his erection. “I’ll see you later tonight. Be good for Abigail.”</p><p>With that she turned and walked away. Tom watched her go and looked at Abigail. He felt the confusion register on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked.</p><p>“Isn’t it obvious?” Abigail asked as she stepped closer and took Tom’s hand, offering him gentle comfort. “Your wife’s going to get fucked.”</p><p>Tom felt a sense of panic rise in his chest. “What?” For some reason, that hadn’t registered as something Ivy might do.</p><p>“Tom, what did you think she needed more of? Did you think she wanted to flirt with someone? Did you think she wanted to do a little kissing? Did you think she wanted someone to touch her arm? No, Tom, Ivy wants someone to fuck her, and she found him, so she’s going to spend a little time with his cock inside her tonight,” Abigail explained.</p><p>Tom felt weak in the knees and Abigail stepped closer and put her arm around his waist. “She’ll come back to you, Tom. Someone else will have fucked her when she comes back to you, but she’ll come back to you.”</p><p>“I have to stop her,” Tom said.</p><p>Abigail squeezed his hand hard enough for it to hurt, stopping Tom in his tracks. “Tom, how often do you fuck your wife?”</p><p>“I…what…why does it matter?” he asked.</p><p>“Answer the question,” she shot back.</p><p>“Not that often,” Tom answered. “Maybe once a month. Twice, sometimes.”</p><p>“And when you fuck her, do you cum quickly? Like, really quickly?” Abigail asked.</p><p>Tom nodded. “I do, but that’s not my choice. Ivy is the one that wants me to wait. She’s the one that makes me wait, and when I go that long without an orgasm I can’t help but cum quickly.”</p><p>“That’s right,” Abigail said. “Ivy’s made you into the husband she needs you to be, but there’s been a cost to that. She’s not getting much sex anymore. She’s happier, and for a while she was willing to make that sacrifice, but in recent weeks she’s come around to the idea that she shouldn’t have to make that sacrifice. She shouldn’t have to make any sacrifice. After all, she’s in control, isn’t she?”</p><p>Tom felt surprised at how much Ivy had told her friend, but he shouldn’t have been. Ivy had Tom eat Abigail’s pussy with regularity. Of course she told her everything.</p><p>“Yes, she is,” Tom answered as the desire to chase after his wife faded. “She is in control. I gave her control.”</p><p>“Let’s be honest, you prefer that she’s in control. Most men wouldn’t have given up what you did, Tom,” Abigail pointed out. “Most men would have fought it every step of the way. You happily moved out of your office. You happily took over almost all of the household chores. You happily surrendered yourself to that bitch Susan. You let her fuck your ass, Tom. You’re not like most men. Ivy has fully realized that, and she wants to reclaim some of what she had before she took control.”</p><p>Tom watched Ivy approach the man she’d been flirting with. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear. A smile crossed his face. The sort of smile a man unleashes when he knows he’s getting laid. He took Ivy’s hand and they walked out of the ballroom.</p><p>“The best part is, Ivy’s getting an upgrade,” Abigail said.</p><p>“What?” Tom asked.</p><p>Abigail offered a patronizing look and rubbed his arm. “Tom, you know he’s going to fuck her better than you ever have, right? You know that man – that tall, gorgeous, fit, wealthy man – is going to fuck your wife until she’s seeing stars, right?”</p><p>Tom felt weak in the knees again, only this time there was a hint of arousal to go along with it. He tried to will it away, but it remained.</p><p>“Don’t worry,” Abigail said. “My husband’s out of town, so I’m going to keep you busy. We’ll go back to your house and you can spend your night between my legs. Ivy and I will both get what we need. C’mon, let’s go.”</p><p>Abigail took his hand and tried to walk away, but Tom wouldn’t move. “She’s really going to fuck him?”</p><p>“She’s probably going to fuck him more than once,” Abigail said. “I don’t think you understand how badly Ivy wants what she’s about to enjoy. She’s found immense pleasure in taking control of you, Tom, but she’s been missing that other part, and tonight she’s going to enjoy the hell out of getting it. Now come. I want that pretty face of yours between my legs again. In fact, I might even sit on your face. Ivy tells me it’s a wonderful way to have an orgasm.”</p><p>Tom let Abigail lead him towards the door, out of the lobby, and into the parking area. He saw Ivy and the man she was going home with kissing against his car. He saw the other man’s hands on her ass, just like Ivy had talked about. Tom couldn’t move. He stopped and watched. He felt enraptured in the strangest way.</p><p>“I have to say, I’m a little jealous,” Abigail said as she watched right along with Tom. “My husband is excellent in bed – with the exception of his aversion to oral sex, of course – but it would be fun to fuck a new man. I’ll have to live with riding your face, though. And hearing all the details from Ivy, of course. C’mon, let’s go.”</p><p>Ivy got in the other man’s car and he backed out of the space. Tom looked over and saw his wife’s head drop into the other man’s lap. He groaned as a wave of agony hit him. Once again, just a hint of desire was hidden under it.</p><p>“You saw that, huh?” Abigail asked. “Ivy is full of surprises, isn’t she? Even I wouldn’t have guessed that tonight would end with your wife sucking cock in someone else’s car. It’s too bad I don’t have any interest in your dick, Tom, because you’d get a blowjob on the ride home too. Maybe I’ll throw you a little hand action to help with the obvious jealousy you’re feeling. Would you enjoy that?”</p><p>Tom didn’t answer. He watched the other man’s car drive off into the night as he imagined his wife’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. He moved only when Abigail dragged him towards her car.</p><p>“You’re driving,” she said.</p><p>Tom took the keys and got behind the wheel. Abigail unzipped his pants and reached inside to play with his cock, pulling Tom’s attention to the present moment.</p><p>“Holy shit,” he said.</p><p>“Don’t worry, Ivy said I could have a little fun,” Abigail replied. “As long as I don’t make you cum. After all, she’s in control. Now hurry up and drive home.”</p><p>Tom backed out of the space, left the parking lot, and headed home as his cock grew in Abigail’s hand. His night could have ended worse. He could have been going home alone.</p>