<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=she%20makes%20the%20rules">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="111829446" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Wow,” Paul said as he stepped into the bathroom to put on his tie. “You look beautiful.” Hannah was wearing a white lace bra and a matching thong he’d never seen before. The bra was semi-sheer and he could see the dark skin of her areola.</p><p>“Thank you,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul set his tie on the counter and stepped behind his wife. He kissed her neck as his hands moved up the smooth, warm skin of her stomach. He gently caressed her breasts through the soft white lace and she closed her eyes and moaned.</p><p>“Your touch feels so good,” she said. “Your lips, too.”</p><p>Paul gently squeezed her breasts, eliciting a moan from his beautiful wife as he continued to kiss her neck. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her skin and felt her nipples get hard and poke through the thin material of her bra.</p><p>“I guess this new bra and panty set really does look good,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul looked at her in the mirror and smiled. “It really does. When did you buy it?”</p><p>“This weekend,” Hannah answered. “I bought a bunch of new lingerie, actually.”</p><p>“Any particular reason?” Paul asked.</p><p>“I want to feel sexy,” Hannah replied without hesitation. “And I feel sexy in underwear like this.”</p><p>Paul certainly believed that. “You didn’t feel sexy before?”</p><p>Hannah spun around and Paul looked down at her breasts, which seemed ready to burst from the white lace. “Do you remember the underwear I used to wear to work on most days?”</p><p>“I do,” he answered. “It was, well, functional, I guess.”</p><p>“It was boring,” Hannah replied. “Comfortable, but boring. I could feel it, too. I could feel that wearing boring underwear was suppressing my sexuality, but I figured that was how I had to dress for work. After all, sometimes it’s frowned upon for a woman to flaunt her sexuality. I’m done with that, though. Since taking control of our marriage, I’ve learned that my sexuality is a key source of my power. I’m ready to flaunt it. I’m not going to start wearing miniskirts and skintight tops – slutty doesn’t mean sexy – but I’m not going to shy away from feeling sexy at work. I’m going to embrace it, and I have you to thank for that.”</p><p>“Me?” Paul asked.</p><p>Hannah smiled and grasped his locked cock through his slacks. “The moment I unleashed my sexuality, our marriage changed for the better. The moment I demanded that you stop being so selfish, you improved as a husband. When you couldn’t control yourself, I caged you and unleashed more of my sexuality. I bought a strapon and started fucking your ass because it turns me on. I take you whenever I feel like it because it makes me wet to do so. Most of the time it makes me cum. We’re both happier for it, too, and I see no reason I shouldn’t bring some of that to work.”</p><p>Their marriage had changed significantly since Hannah decided she would be making the rules, and most of the changes had been for the better. She was right that Paul was happier. His lack of orgasms led to a greater sense of sexual frustration, but he was, on average, a far happier person than he’d been before Hannah had taken control.</p><p>“Don’t worry,” Hannah said. “I’m not going to bring my strapon to work. I know I’d get fired if I tried to bend a coworker over and fuck his ass. My boss would probably benefit from a good ass fucking, though.”</p><p>Paul laughed and Hannah joined him. Her breasts bounced in the white lace bra and she tightened her grip on his genitals, deepening his desire and making his cock try and grow in the cage.</p><p>“What will you be doing?” Paul asked as he reached up and ran his fingers over his wife’s hard nipples through her bra.</p><p>“I’ll be unleashing my newfound confidence and power,” Hannah answered. “I’m not quite sure what shape that will take, but I feel good, Paul, and I’m going to embrace that feeling and use it to my benefit at work.”</p><p>“Is there any other reason you want to feel sexy at work?” Paul asked.</p><p>Hannah smiled and spun around again. She grabbed a tube of lipstick and smiled at Paul in the mirror before applying it. He watched as her lips darkened into a far sexier shade. “You’re thinking about Zoe’s suggestion for our marriage, aren’t you?”</p><p>Paul nodded. He was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he’d spent quite a bit of time thinking about Zoe’s suggestion that Hannah make cuckolding a part of their female led marriage.</p><p>“I’ve been thinking about it too,” Hannah said. “How could I not? Derek’s a handsome man and I’m certain he’d fuck me exceptionally well. He does everything well, after all, so it stands to reason that he’s adept at giving a woman the sort of pleasure she needs.”</p><p>Paul couldn’t tell if Hannah was teasing him or if she’d really been thinking about fucking her coworker. It certainly looked like she was interested – the new underwear and the sexier shade of lipstick were both signs that she wanted to look good at work – but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.</p><p>“Did you like watching Hudson eat my pussy while Zoe had me fantasize about Derek?” Hudson asked.</p><p>Paul thought back to that night. He saw Zoe’s submissive husband on her knees between Hannah’s legs. He heard his wife talking about her coworker and telling him to fuck her as she fantasized about being taken from behind over her desk. His cock stirred to life in its cage as the memory played out in his head, but Paul wasn’t entirely sure he’d enjoyed watching all of that unfold. “I don’t know,” he said.</p><p>“I enjoyed it,” Hannah said as she put away the lipstick and smiled at Paul in the mirror. “And we both know that’s all that really matters, don’t we?”</p><p>Paul nodded.</p><p>“Why is that, Paul?” she asked.</p><p>“Because you make the rules,” Paul answered.</p><p>Hannah slowly spun around once more. She lifted her ass onto the bathroom counter and spread her legs. “That’s right. I make the rules in this marriage. I’m in charge now. You’re my submissive. You do as you’re told. If you don’t, you don’t ever get to come out of that cage, though you know that you’re at your best when you do as you’re told, don’t you? I’ve taught you that much, haven’t I?”</p><p>Paul felt a touch of resistance, but he knew Hannah was right, so he nodded.</p><p>“Good. So you know that if I decide I’m going to cuckold you, that it’s the best thing for both of us. I don’t know if I’m going to, but I might, and you’re going to accept it because I make the rules, because I’m in control of our marriage, and because I’m in control of your orgasms. Do you understand, Paul?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul nodded as he stared into his wife’s beautiful eyes.</p><p>“Good. Now get on your knees,” she instructed.</p><p>Paul fell to his knees and looked up at her.</p><p>“I’d like to cum before I go to work,” she said. “I’d like to start my day with a clear head and a smile on my face, and I’d like to feel as sexy as possible, and there’s nothing that makes me feel sexier than having a beautiful orgasm before work. So be a good husband and make me cum, Paul.”</p><p>Paul crawled closer and pulled the soft white lace of Hannah’s panties aside. She leaned back and he went to work. He kissed and sucked on her labia and pushed his tongue inside her to taste her juices and spread his wetness. He licked her from bottom to top a handful of times and then focused his efforts on her clit.</p><p>“Mmmmm,” Hannah said as she put a hand on the back of Paul’s head. “All women should take control of their marriages. There’s nothing in the world like an obedient husband who falls to his knees when ordered to do so, especially when his tongue is as talented as yours, Paul. Now worship your wife’s pussy. Worship me and make me cum so I can have a good day at work.”</p><p>Paul’s cock throbbed in its cage as he obeyed his wife and worshiped her pussy. He licked and sucked on her clit and her moans grew louder. Her legs began to tremble with pleasure and she applied pressure to the back of his head, gently smothering him with her pussy lips and spreading her juices over her face. Before long her climax arrived and Hannah’s loud, wondrous moans bounced around the bathroom and into Paul’s brain, offering him a deep sense of satisfaction at serving his purpose.</p><p>“Thank you,” Hannah said as she looked down at him. “That was wonderful.” She smiled and ran a finger through the juices on his cheeks and chin. “You should really wash your face before you go to work, though. We can’t have you smelling like pussy, can we?”</p><p>“I will,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah hopped off the counter and left the bathroom to get dressed. Paul stood and looked at himself in the mirror. She was right. His face was soaked with her juices. He took off his shirt, turned on the sink, and cleaned himself up so he wouldn’t smell of his wife’s pussy at work.</p><p>“It’s good to see you again,” Zoe said as she hugged Hannah.</p><p>“It’s good to see you too,” Hannah replied as they took their seats. “Thanks for meeting me.”</p><p>Zoe raised her hand to summon a waiter and he hurried towards them. “Of course,” she said. “I quite like you and I’m fairly certain we’re going to be very, very good friends. As much as I believe that every woman should take control of her marriage, very few are willing to do so, which is why it’s always nice to meet a woman that understands her power.”</p><p>“What can I get you to drink?” the waiter asked.</p><p>“I’ll have a gin and tonic,” Zoe said.</p><p>“Whiskey for me. Something expensive,” Hannah added.</p><p>The young waiter smiled as if he was impressed and walked away to give their order to the bartender.</p><p>“Did you see that?” Zoe asked.</p><p>Hannah nodded.</p><p>“That young man understands the allure of a powerful woman,” Zoe said. “You could absolutely take him to the bathroom and feed him your pussy right now. He’d happily get on his knees to worship you.”</p><p>Hannah laughed. “I suspect you’re right, but I have Paul for that.”</p><p>“Don’t underestimate the pleasure of pushing a stranger to his knees. Men do it all the time. They get off on it. You can too, you know,” Zoe said.</p><p>Hannah could see the appeal. It would make her feel rather powerful to take the young waiter back to the bathroom and push him to his knees to feed him her pussy. She’d ride his mouth, cum all over his face, and walk out before he’d even gotten to his feet. He’d have an erection between his legs and a confused look in his eyes, but he’d certainly remember her and he’d almost certainly do it again if she were to come back to the bar.</p><p>“You look good, by the way,” Zoe said. “A little different than when we’ve met before.”</p><p>“Paul noticed too,” Hannah replied. “It starts with actually wearing sexy underwear to work. I can’t believe how much of a difference it makes, if I’m being honest. I carried myself differently and I could feel people looking at me differently.”</p><p>“Good,” Zoe said. “Embrace your power, Hannah.”</p><p>The waiter showed up with their drinks and Hannah offered a flirty smile. He smiled back, though he seemed a little nervous.</p><p>“Thank you, darling,” Zoe said as he set the drinks in front of them. “Be sure to check back in on us. I’m sure we’ll need another round at some point.”</p><p>“Of course,” the waiter said before nodding at Hannah and walking away.</p><p>“Oh, you could absolutely ride that young man’s face to as many orgasms as you’d like,” Zoe said.</p><p>Hannah was quite certain the waiter wasn’t nearly far enough away to be out of earshot, though she couldn’t help but smile at the idea of him thinking about eating her pussy.</p><p>Zoe leaned forward and smiled. “So, tell me, did Derek notice your newfound confidence?”</p><p>“He did!” Hannah said. “It was different today. I swear. I don’t exactly know why, but it was absolutely different. Derek flirted a little differently, like he was actually trying to convince me to cheat on my husband and fuck him. Usually it’s just a little bit of harmless fun. Today it felt like he wanted to up the ante.”</p><p>Zoe’s smile brightened. “So, are you going to embrace your newfound power and seduce Derek? Are you going to find out what it’s like to truly be in charge of your marriage and fuck whoever you want?”</p><p>“No,” Hannah said. “But only because I’m not going to fuck anyone from work. That’s a surefire way to ensure I get labeled the office slut.”</p><p>“Of course, if a man beds a coworker he’s a fucking hero,” Zoe said with a disgusted look on her face.</p><p>“A sad truth,” Hannah replied. “But, I am going to cuckold Paul. I don’t know when, but it’s going to happen. The more I think about it, the more it seems like an absolute no brainer. Why wouldn’t I cuckold him? Why wouldn’t I take full advantage of being in a female led marriage and pursue my pleasure as I see fit?”</p><p>Zoe raised her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”</p><p>“I’m not sure Paul’s ready, though,” Hannah said. “He’s embraced being my submissive, but cuckolding him feels like an even more significant step.”</p><p>“It is and it isn’t,” Zoe replied. “It’s really just an extension of Paul putting your pleasure above his own. It’s just that another man will be the one giving you that pleasure and Paul will be at home waiting for your return, or watching, or even serving you both in some way.”</p><p>“Serving us?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Zoe unleashed a devilish smile. “Oh, Hannah, there’s so much fun to be had when you cuckold your husband. It takes time, but you can have him doing all sorts of naughty things. Last weekend I watched Hudson fluff one of my lovers and then place his cock inside me. It was a beautiful act of submission that left me soaked with desire.”</p><p>“Wait, he fluffed your lover? Does that mean he…he gave a blowjob?” Hannah asked with a sense of disbelief in her voice.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Zoe said. “Hudson is a submissive through and through. It’s the same reason he got on his knees and ate your pussy without hesitation. He understands that in our female led marriage, my needs come first, second, third, and fourth. His one and only need is to make me happy, and if that means giving head, Hudson does it. He’d do anything else I asked of him, too.”</p><p>Hannah’s mind raced with the possibilities. “Like what?”</p><p>“He’d clean another man’s cum from my pussy, for one,” she answered.</p><p>Hannah’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t imagine Paul being willing to do that. “He’s do that, or he’s done it before?”</p><p>“He’s done it before and he’ll do it again. I’ve found that there’s no better way of showing Hudson his place. Not only do I cuckold him with someone that fucks me far better, I make him clean that man’s cum out of me from time to time. I usually cum while he’s doing it, too,” Zoe explained.</p><p>Hannah leaned forward and said, “Is it weird that I’m a little turned on?”</p><p>“Not at all,” Zoe replied. “You’re a woman finally coming into her power, much of which is rooted in embracing and unleashing your sexuality. You should be turned on all the time, and that goes double for when you’re thinking about the possibilities that are open to you once you cuckold your husband. And you needn’t worry about Paul’s reaction. There will be some growing pains, but he’s a submissive, and he’s already shown you that he’s willing to put your pleasure above his own. You can take your time if you like, but Paul will be a willing cuckold, I promise.”</p><p>Hannah looked up to see a good-looking man in an expensive suit walk into the bar. He smiled at her and for a moment she let her mind wander a little. She imagined taking him to the bathroom and hopping on the counter so he could pound her pussy. She imagined the hard, furious sex they’d have, the sort of sex that two strangers enjoy when they feel a pure, white hot form of desire for each other.</p><p>“You said you could help me with cuckolding Paul,” Hannah said. “That you could make sure it was a good experience for me.”</p><p>“Were you just having a little fantasy there?” Zoe asked.</p><p>Hannah smiled and nodded.</p><p>“Yes, I can help you,” Zoe continued.</p><p>“How?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“Let’s get another round and I’ll tell you all about it,” Zoe said. She beckoned the waiter over once more and he came running.</p><p>Zoe ordered another round for both of them and Hannah let her mind wander to thoughts of taking the waiter to the bathroom. Suddenly she couldn’t top herself from fantasizing about other men. Perhaps she’d end up cuckolding Paul a lot sooner than expected.</p>