<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=making%20dominant%20wife">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="70750766" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>It was six months into our relationship before I thought about cuckolding Henry. We were at a bar having a drink before dinner when the subject came up naturally. Well, sort of.</p><p>“Why does that guy keep looking at you?” Henry asked as he stared across the bar at a particularly good-looking guy in a suit that kept staring at me. “Doesn’t he see that we’re together?”</p><p>“That might be why he’s looking,” I said.</p><p>Henry gave me a confused look, which was pretty adorable. He was such a good guy that he couldn’t possibly imagine that some men are turned on by fucking a taken woman (some women are turned on by fucking a taken man, to be fair).</p><p>“Some guys like sleeping with women that are taken,” I explained. “I’m sure there are different reasons for it, but I don’t think it’s any more complicated than it makes the sex seem hotter.”</p><p>“Does it?” Henry asked.</p><p>I smiled at him. I’d cuckolded Bradley, and while it had been much more of a fetishistic thing, fucking Taron had unquestionably been hotter because I was with Bradley.</p><p>“I haven’t fucked a taken man and I haven’t cheated on a boyfriend, but I have cuckolded a guy before and it was definitely hot,” I said.</p><p>“Cuckolded?” Henry asked.</p><p>I glanced at the guy across the bar – he was still checking me out – and smiled at him before turning to Henry. “Yes, I fucked another guy while I was with him, but I did it with his knowledge and participation. In that case, I did it because it really turned him on. It was actually the thing he fantasized about more than anything.”</p><p>Henry paused for a moment and it looked like he was considering the idea of cuckolding. “What did he like about it?” he asked.</p><p>“He liked watching me have really hot sex with someone else. He liked that it was hotter sex than he and I had ever enjoyed. He liked that it was different, too. The guy I fucked was aggressive and strong and he…well, he pounded me exceptionally hard. I liked it too, mostly because it was the kind of sex I enjoy but don’t want to have all the time, if that makes sense. It’s nice to be with someone aggressive and dominant sometimes. I just couldn’t stand having sex like that all the time,” I explained.</p><p>The look on his face was adorable. I think it was the first time I’d ever talked about the kind of sex I liked to have. Unsurprisingly, Henry assumed we were having the kind of sex I liked and wanted all the time, and why wouldn’t he? I think most men just assume their girlfriend or wife enjoys the sex they’re having – and doesn’t want any other kind of sex – unless she comes right out and expresses a desire for something else.</p><p>“Are you okay, Henry?” I asked with a smile.</p><p>“Yeah,” he replied. “I think so, at least. Are you saying that you want different kinds of sex from me?”</p><p>“No,” I said. “You’re not a switch, Henry. I’m sure you could do a pretty good approximation of a dominant man if I instructed you, but that takes away a lot of the fun. You’re a submissive, through and through. I think we both know that now, right?”</p><p>Henry nodded without a hint of shame. We were long past that point in our relationship. Six months in I felt like he’d reached a place where he was proud of his particular kinks.</p><p>“Do you need that other kind of sex?” Henry asked.</p><p>I could see that he felt a little insecure. It was understandable, though. I’d just told him that he couldn’t provide me with a kind of sex that I really liked. Of course he felt insecure. That’s why most women don’t share when they’re not feeling as satisfied as they could be, sexually speaking. The blow to a man’s ego usually isn’t worth it.</p><p>The insecurity didn’t bother me. In fact, it triggered the dominant side of me. It made me want to push it a little, to use his insecurity to make him a little more submissive.</p><p>“How does it make you feel to know that you can’t give me everything I want?” I asked in lieu of answering his question.</p><p>“It makes me worry,” he said.</p><p>He looked truly adorable as he uttered those sad little words. I damn near crawled across the table to hug him. I was incredible. Instead, I reached over, took both his hands in mine, and said, “You don’t need to worry, Henry. I’m yours and you’re mine and I don’t see that changing. I’ve had enough experience to know what I want and need out of a relationship and I know that you’re the man for me.”</p><p>“I feel the same way,” he said.</p><p>“What would you say if I told you I wanted to go home with that guy that keeps checking me out?” I asked.</p><p>“Do you?” Henry asked as a worried look crossed his face.</p><p>“You didn’t answer my question, Henry,” I replied.</p><p>“I’d say it would be my preference that you didn’t,” he answered after a short pause. “I’d also say that I believe you when you say you love me and that I’m the man for you. I’d say that you’re the only woman I’ve truly been in love with and I want you to be happy, and if that means you need to be with someone else from time to time then I think I could handle that.”</p><p>It was a sweet answer. It wasn’t Henry embracing being a cuckold, but clearly cuckolding wasn’t his fantasy, so why would he embrace it? He was reacting better than most men would, honestly, which I chalked up to his submissive nature and the six months of training – which is what it really was – I’d done.</p><p>“I don’t want to go home with him,” I said, and you wouldn’t believe the look of relief that came over him. “He’s not the kind of guy that can give me what I need. I don’t even have to talk to him to know that.” I glanced at the guy and once again he was staring at me. “He’s the kind of guy that’s wracked by insecurity but is good looking enough to pick up women with ease, so he fucks as many girls as he can to try and keep his self-loathing at bay, only he rarely actually makes those women feel good because he doesn’t give a shit about anyone other than himself.”</p><p>“You can tell all that just by looking at him?” Henry asked.</p><p>The guy was giving off those kinds of vibes. He really was. Go to enough bars as a woman and you pick up on stuff like that. The arrogant guys are always terrible in bed. The handsome guys that think that smiling at you is enough to get them laid are almost always terrible in bed too. It’s always a better bet to go home with a guy that knows he has to work for it a little bit even if he’s exceptionally good looking or in great shape (or both). That guy is going to work to make sure you cum, too, and that’s the whole point of a one night stand, right?</p><p>“I can’t be entirely sure, but I’ve been hit on a lot and I’ve had my fair share of disappointing sexual experiences. It’s not that hard to pick out the guys that are going to be total duds,” I explained.</p><p>Henry was borderline giddy. He absolutely loved that I’d essentially rejected the man that had triggered his insecurity and that I’d done so before he even made a pass at me.</p><p>“How long have you been in chastity?” I asked.</p><p>“Two weeks,” Henry replied.</p><p>“Would you like to have a little fun?”</p><p>He nodded and I got up, took him by the hand, and led him right by the guy that couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. After making him feel a little insecure I wanted Henry to feel good. I wanted him to know that he was the one I wanted.</p><p>The guy stared down the hallway as I dragged Henry into the women’s bathroom, locked the door, and pressed him up against it with a loud thud.</p><p>We kissed as I ground my body against his. I wanted him to come alive in his cage. I wanted him to ache, and I’m pretty sure I did a good job of it based on the way he moaned into my mouth.</p><p>“I love hearing you moan like that, Henry,” I whispered. “I love knowing that your dick is trying to get hard in that little cage I’ve put it in.”</p><p>The dominant part of me had come alive, as it so often did with Henry. There was something about him that made it more exciting than with any other guy I’d been with. He was the kind of guy that other women wanted to be with, and yet he wanted to submit to me, to give me absolutely everything. It was so fucking hot.</p><p>I stepped back and unbuttoned my jeans as Henry watched. I worked them over my hips and put a hand into my panties to play.</p><p>“I’m wet, Henry,” I said. “Thinking about your dick in that little cage makes me wet. Thinking about you trying to get hard and being completely unable to makes me wet. Knowing that I’m in control of your orgasms makes me wet.”</p><p>I pulled my fingers from my panties, approached Henry, and pushed them into his mouth. He sucked them clean like he so often did. I’m not sure I’ll ever tire of looking into his eyes as he’s sucking pussy juice from my fingers. It’s fucking incredible. The look on his face is one of pure, beautiful submission and it always gets me going.</p><p>“On your knees,” I whispered.</p><p>Henry sank to his knees and looked between my legs before his gaze met mine.</p><p>“Do you want to taste me?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded and I smiled. I loved that he was on his knees in a bar bathroom. I loved that he’d sunk to his knees without question. I loved that I could have told him to do almost anything in that moment and he would have done it. I probably could have told him to invite the ogling guy from the bar into the bathroom to fuck me and he would have done it.</p><p>What I wanted in that moment was to deny Henry, so I decided he wasn’t going to taste my pussy. I decided that instead he’d taste my ass.</p><p>I spun around, pulled my panties aside, spread my ass cheeks, and said, “Eat my ass.”</p><p>He hesitated, but just for a moment. Maybe he was surprised. Maybe he just didn’t want to eat my ass. He recovered quickly enough that it didn’t really matter. Before long he was busy eating my ass like a good boy. He pressed his face between my ass cheeks and ran his tongue over my tight little hole and it actually felt really fucking good.</p><p>A good ass worship session can be pleasurable. It’s not in the same neighborhood as getting my clit licked, of course, but the sensations are quite nice. What made it extra thrilling in that bathroom was that I knew he wanted my pussy. I knew Henry wanted to make me cum and yet I wasn’t going to let him.</p><p>As his tongue worked my ass I reached back and pulled him a little deeper between my ass cheeks. I smothered him just a touch and I felt this beautiful kind of power coursing through my body. There’s something so sexy about a man that’s willing to let you do as you please with him, and Henry was absolutely willing in that moment.</p><p>A few minutes into his ass worship session I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head back, and asked, “Do you want to fuck me, Henry?”</p><p>He looked genuinely surprised for a split second before saying, “Yes. Absolutely.”</p><p>I smiled and said, “Good. Keep eating my ass like a good boy and I’ll let you fuck me.”</p><p>I pulled him back between my cheeks and he went to work, only now his tongue was even more vigorous. The prospect of getting to fuck me for the first time in two weeks was more than enough to drive him wild.</p><p>Henry spent a solid five minutes worshiping my asshole before I relented and helped him to his feet. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles before pulling the thin chain that held his key over my head. I slowly, carefully unlocked his cock and placed each of the pieces on top of the paper towel dispenser.</p><p>I pulled my panties down and stepped closer as I took Henry’s soft cock in my hand. I stared into his eyes and smiled while stroking him slowly until he had a thick, throbbing erection.</p><p>“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked again.</p><p>He nodded as I held his gaze.</p><p>I released his cock, walked over to the sink, and bent over. “Take me from behind,” I said.</p><p>His eyes lit up. I’d never let him inside me from behind before. It’s not the kind of position a dominant woman is interested in letting her submissive enjoy.</p><p>Henry moved behind me and slipped into my pussy with ease. I looked in the mirror and smiled at him as his hands found my hips and he began to thrust.</p><p>“Fuck me, Henry,” I said. “Fuck me from behind. Fuck my pussy. Pound me.”</p><p>I stared at him in the mirror. I watched the pleasure wash over his face. I enjoyed the sights and sounds of his sexual delight but I purposefully withheld the kinds of moans and groans that a woman typically offers a man in the hope of enhancing his pleasure.</p><p>“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder.”</p><p>I wanted Henry to think about what I’d said in the bar. I wanted him to think about how I’d been quite clear that he couldn’t give me what other men could. I wanted him to fuck me from behind and think about someone else doing the same thing. I wanted him to think about that other man making me scream with joy. I had no way of knowing if another man was on his mind, but I certainly liked the idea that he’d be enjoying my pussy while simultaneously picturing someone else fucking me. </p><p>“Harder,” I said again, this time with a hint of frustration in my voice. “Pound me, Henry. Pound my pussy.” I wanted him to feel a little like he wasn’t getting the job done. I wanted him to be completely enmeshed in the pleasure of fucking me while there was a little part of him that was caught up in feeling like he wasn’t getting the job done. Really, I wanted to dominate him even while I was bent over taking it from behind.</p><p>It might seem terrible to you, but it was really fucking hot. The look of frustration on his face was incredible. He wanted so badly to give me what I needed and I was making it seem so clear that he couldn’t. And yet, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His cock hadn’t been hard in two weeks and he was stiff and inside my wet pussy. Of course he wasn’t going to stop.</p><p>Ultimately, it took no more than a minute for Henry to cum inside me. He buried his cock in my pussy, unleashed those grunts and groans that I love so much, and closed his eyes as a look of absolute joy came over his face. I love his orgasm face. I absolutely love it.</p><p>I wanted Henry to cum quickly. I wanted to infect the purity of the experience with a bit of insecurity, but I wanted him to cum, and when he did it was beautiful.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that?” I asked when Henry finally opened his eyes.</p><p>A hazy, happy smile crossed his face and he said, “I did. Thank you.”</p><p>“You’re welcome,” I replied. “But, you failed to make me cum.”</p><p>“I’m sorry,” he said. “I tried.”</p><p>“I know, sweetheart. You tried your best,” I said.</p><p>I could have added a little more. I could have said that his best simply wasn’t good enough, but it was implied. I’m sure Henry heard some version of it in his head. He heard what I wanted to communicate. He heard that he’d failed to give me what I needed, though I’d stacked the deck. The whole point was for him to cum, for me to be unsatisfied, and for him to understand that he hadn’t given me what I needed.</p><p>“I’d like you to clean your mess,” I said. “I know it’s not pleasant, but you failed to make me cum so the least you can do is make sure my panties aren’t a drippy mess by the time we get home.”</p><p>Henry looked a little sad. I imagine it was a mixture of his disappointment at having failed to make me cum and a touch of revulsion at the idea of having to clean his cum out of my pussy right after he’d climaxed. As you probably know by now, that was the point. I’d just let him take me from behind. I needed to re-establish dominance and there’s no better way of doing that than making a man eat his cum.</p><p>Henry pulled out and stepped back without falling to his knees. I turned, looked at him, and asked, “What are you waiting for?”</p><p>“Sorry, I thought you’d turn around,” he said.</p><p>“You fucked me from behind and you can clean me from behind. I know you want to try and make me cum, Henry, but you don’t get to. You had your chance when I let you fuck me and you failed. Now get on your knees and clean up your mess. If you’re lucky I’ll invite you back to my place so you can watch me masturbate,” I said.</p><p>That probably seems harsh. That’s because it was. I wanted Henry to feel, to a certain extent, that his orgasm wasn’t entirely worth it. I wanted him to feel like my pleasure was more important. I think it worked, too. </p><p>It had all been my choice, of course. I’d offered him my pussy from behind knowing that he wouldn’t be able to make me cum. I’d refused to play with my clit so I wouldn’t cum. I’d stacked the deck on purpose because I’d decided that night that I’d be cuckolding Henry in the future. I’d decided that I wanted my freedom if he and I were going to get married and it takes some work to convince a man to accept being a cuckold.</p><p>Henry dropped to his knees and did his job. He cleaned his cum from my pussy and while I’m quite certain he didn’t enjoy it, he didn’t stop until he was done. It felt good, too. Every once in a while his tongue would dance over my clit and set off an explosion of pleasure. It actually took some effort not to cum.</p><p>“Thank you,” Henry said when he’d finished and was locking his cock in the cage once more. “For the orgasm, I mean. I know it wasn’t great for you, but I really enjoyed that.”</p><p>“You deserve a treat every now and then,” I said. “Even if it wasn’t great for me.”</p><p>I know it’s harsh. That’s the point, though. It also happened to be true. Having doggystyle sex with Henry wasn’t great. Making him cum was great. Making him clean up his cum was great. I could have had an orgasm with just a few licks of my clit, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to put my boyfriend in a place where he felt a little bit inadequate, at least as far as standing doggystyle sex goes.</p><p>“Would you like to watch me masturbate tonight?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Good. Let’s go to my place then. You can watch me pleasure my pussy and then we can shower together. How does that sound?” I asked.</p><p>“Like a dream,” he replied.</p><p>We went back to my place. I masturbated using a rather large toy. I fucked my pussy with it while I rubbed my clit. I wanted Henry to see me being penetrated. I wanted to associate my pleasure with a big cock sliding in and out of me.</p><p>I was preparing him for his cuckolding. The notion of fucking someone else had gotten in my head and I couldn’t let it go so I was fully embracing it. Next time, I’ll tell you about the first time I cuckolded Henry.</p>