<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="80082319" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Welcome,” I said as I opened the hotel door.</p><p>Standing on the other side of it was Porter, a man I’d cuckolded Henry with several times over the past few months. Porter also happened to be someone that I trusted, which is why he’d been invited to our hotel room on that particular night.</p><p>Unsurprisingly, he greeted me with a smile as he eyed my scantily-clad body. In truth, the lingerie I’d bought was in part for Henry and in part for Porter. I wanted him to feel exceptionally excited as we cuckolded my boyfriend on the night I intended on proposing to him.</p><p>I stepped aside and said, “Come in.”</p><p>Porter took a step into the room and reached out to pull me closer. I let the door go and it shut as we shared an exceptionally hot kiss. Porter is a gorgeous man with a great body, but it might be the way he kisses that I like most. Some guys try to overwhelm you with their kisses – and their tongues in particular – but Porter has always been a subtle kisser. It turns me on every time, and it turned me on in the entrance to the hotel room. I’ll admit that I liked the fact that Henry was bound to the bed and he could almost certainly hear that I was kissing someone else. I knew he’d want to watch and yet he was forbidden from doing so. How lovely.</p><p>“Hey Henry,” Porter said as I led him into the room.</p><p>Henry looked up and for a moment he had a perfectly understandable look of frustration on his face. He almost certainly thought he’d be let out at some point and by bringing Porter into the room I’d made it clear that there was still some fun to be had before Henry got a chance at his orgasm.</p><p>Instead of stopping in the room Porter and I headed for the balcony. I opened the lovely French doors that led outside, pulled him out with me, and immediately spun around and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leaned over to look at Henry and flashed a quick smile before unzipping Porter’s pants and pulling out his cock.</p><p>I gave a great blowjob. I really did. It was slow, sensual, and sexy as hell and Porter couldn’t help but moan. That was the point. I wanted it to seem like I was giving the best head Porter had ever received and I wanted Henry to have to lie in bed and deal with the denial. He couldn’t get hard in his cage. He couldn’t cum. He couldn’t even watch me suck another man’s cock, which he’d come to enjoy over the course of our relationship.</p><p>I’m pretty sure all Porter cared about was that he was getting his dick sucked by a beautiful, lingerie-clad girl and that it felt fantastic. That was fine by me. He was there to be a man, which is to say he was there to enjoy having sex with me.</p><p>Once Porter was all worked up I stood, peered over his shoulder to smile at Henry – who looked like he was experiencing the mixture of agony and desire that I was attempting to make him feel – and then turned around.</p><p>“Fuck me,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around the balcony railing.</p><p>Porter hastily stripped and moved behind me. He rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips and slid inside with ease. I was, after all, exceptionally wet.</p><p>I can’t say for sure, but my hope was that Henry noted that I’d let Porter take me without a condom. It was the first time I’d done that in the history of Henry’s cuckolding and it was purposeful. I wanted him to witness someone else cumming inside me before the night was over. </p><p>It does feel better without a condom. It’s undeniable. There’s just something about that flesh on flesh experience that makes it better, so I was more than happy to have Porter pounding me as I looked out at the beautiful view from our room.</p><p>Really, the sex out on the balcony was meant to tease Henry. I wanted him to look over and watch from behind as Porter took me. I wanted him to see Porter’s tall, lean body working the pussy of the woman he loved. I wanted him to be unable to do anything but watch and perhaps pull against the restraints as he lost himself in that same mixture of desire and angst.</p><p>At one point – this was a few minutes into the sex – Porter stopped thrusting and stood me up with his cock still inside me. He put an arm around my waist and I looked back at him so we could share a particularly beautiful kiss. It was honestly a little bit romantic and I couldn’t help but imagine Henry watching from the bed as his girlfriend kissed someone else like she usually kissed him.</p><p>“Let’s go inside,” I said after the kiss.</p><p>Porter pulled out and I gently wrapped my fingers around his cock and led him into the room until we were standing at the side of the bed. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor before pulling my panties down.</p><p>I crawled into the bed until I was on my hands and knees over Henry’s body. His eyes were wide with desire and he had a lovely smile on his face.</p><p>“How was it watching another man fuck me?” I asked.</p><p>“Beautiful,” he replied. “And painful.”</p><p>“Good,” I said. “That’s how it should be.” I gave Henry a soft kiss with the tiniest hint of tongue and he moaned into my mouth. “He’s going to fuck me again and he’s going to cum inside me.”</p><p>Porter moved into the bed and took his place behind me and between Henry’s legs. Once more he rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips. I stared into Henry’s eyes and moaned as Porter penetrated me for the second time that night.</p><p>“He’s so big,” I said. “He feels so good inside me.”</p><p>Cuckolding Henry in that manner was hotter than I thought it would be. I loved the fact that he was bound. I loved the fact that he was locked in a cage and that his cock was inches away from my pussy but someone else was inside me. I loved the desperate, jealous, wild, intensely horny look on his face. I loved absolutely, positively everything about it. Plus, Porter has a really nice cock and it feels fucking fantastic inside me, so of course it made the sex even better.</p><p>“Do you want him to cum inside me?” I asked.</p><p>Henry nodded and I lowered my lips to his. It was such a splendid experience to kiss him as someone else fucked me. I recommend every cuckoldress do it with her man. It’s truly unlike anything else and it seemed to get Henry massively hot and bothered.</p><p>“Tell him to cum inside me,” I said. “Tell Porter to cum in your girlfriend’s pussy.”</p><p>I held Henry’s gaze as I watched him register my demand. I saw the little flashes of pain and pleasure in his eyes and it turned me on. It was that sense of being in total control that I loved most, that I’ve always craved.</p><p>“Cum inside her,” Henry said. “Please, cum inside her.”</p><p>It seemed like it was a little bit difficult for Henry to say, which actually made it a little hotter for me to hear. I liked that he was doing something he wasn’t entirely on board with because I wanted it. I liked that he was offering his submission in the form of asking another man to cum inside me.</p><p>“Again, Henry,” I said. “Make him believe it’s what you want.”</p><p>“Please,” Henry said. “Please cum inside my girlfriend. Please give her what she wants. Please fill her pussy with your cum.”</p><p>I saw Henry’s submission in real time. I saw a little bit of arousal cross his face as he pleaded with Porter. I saw his discomfort shift to desire and it was beautiful.</p><p>Porter fucked me harder and faster and he started to groan a little louder. He was getting close. I smiled as the next part of my plan came closer to fruition.</p><p>“He’s almost ready,” I said. “He’s almost ready to flood my pussy with cum.”</p><p>I kissed Henry as Porter pounded me. The sound of his body slamming into mine filled the hotel room. I moaned into Henry’s mouth as my pussy took Porter’s cock over and over. My body was awash in competing pleasures as I got fucked and I dominated the man I would soon ask to marry me.</p><p>Then Porter grabbed my hips, thrust his cock deep inside me, and cried out in pleasure. He came in my pussy and I smiled at Henry.</p><p>“He’s cumming inside me,” I whispered.</p><p>The look on Henry’s face was perfect. It was that same mixture of agony and pleasure. It was the perfect embodiment of cuckolding. It was beautiful.</p><p>When Porter was finished he pulled out and left for the bathroom to get cleaned up, as I’d asked him to do when I requested he fuck me. He shut the door, turned on the shower, and left Henry and I alone.</p><p>“We’re going to do something new, Henry,” I informed him.</p><p>Henry looked nervous but he managed to nod.</p><p>“I’m going to feed you his load,” I said. “I’m going to sit on your face and I want you to drink Porter’s cum from my pussy.”</p><p>Henry stared up at me and said nothing. He didn’t refuse – he knew better than to refuse – but he didn’t seem willing to express any sort of eagerness.</p><p>“I know it’s scary and it probably seems a little gross, but I need you to do this. I need you to accept that this is going to happen sometimes. I need you to embrace that sometimes, a submissive cuckold needs to clean the cum of another man from his wife’s pussy,” I said.</p><p>Henry’s eyes went wide at my very purposeful choice of words. I wanted him to at least infer that I was both suggesting that I wanted to get married and informing him that I would have certain expectations of my husband.</p><p>“Okay,” he said. “I’ll drink his cum from your pussy.”</p><p>I leaned down and kissed him. “You’re going to make a wonderful husband,” I whispered.</p><p>I sat up, quickly maneuvered my pussy over his face, and sat down. I felt the cum flow out of me and looked down to see Henry struggling a little with the notion that someone else’s semen was in his mouth. He’d tasted his own cum several times, but I’m sure it was different tasting another man’s load. The psychological effect had to have been fairly significant.</p><p>“Swallow it for me,” I said. “Swallow his cum.”</p><p>I saw Henry swallow. I saw him swallow Porter’s cum and I experienced those dominant sensations I love.</p><p>I sat on Henry’s face for longer than I’m sure he expected. I wanted him to experience the submissive bliss of drinking another man’s cum, though, and I wanted to make sure he’d gotten it all.</p><p>“Thank you for being so good for me,” I said after climbing off his face. “You deserve a reward.”</p><p>I pulled his key from the nightstand drawer I’d placed it in, unlocked his cock, and took him in my hand while nestling my body against his. We shared cum-flavored kisses as my fingers brought him to a throbbing erection.</p><p>“I’d like to make you my husband, Henry,” I said. “Would you like that?”</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Do you understand what it would mean to be my husband? Do you understand that our marriage won’t be like most and that it might not be what you’ve always imagined a marriage would be?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, I understand,” he said. “That’s why I want you to make me your husband.”</p><p>I smiled as he used the same language. He understood that I was asking him to commit to a far different relationship than most.</p><p>“Will you marry me, Henry?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, I will,” he said.</p><p>I know most proposals don’t include a man in bondage, an erection, or a bellyful of another man’s cum, but did you expect me to propose in a normal manner?</p><p>I straddled Henry and took him inside me. I leaned down and we kissed as I began to ride his cock. I knew he wasn’t going to last long – a man tends to cum quickly when it’s been a month since his last erection – but I went slow to try and extend the pleasure for as long as I could. </p><p>“I love you, Henry,” I whispered between kisses on his neck and cheeks. “I’m going to be a good wife. I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to give you what you need.”</p><p>“I love you too,” Henry said between groans. He was getting close. I could feel it.</p><p>I was getting close too. I was going to cum with him. I was going to make sure that he gave me an orgasm with his cock, just to give him a little reward on a night that included so much denial, submission, and humiliation.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” I whispered. “Cum inside me while I cum all over your cock.”</p><p>Henry grunted. I rode him a little faster. I unleashed my orgasm. I threw my head back and climaxed as he did the same. On any other day I might have withheld my orgasm and made him use his tongue to reinforce his status as a cuckold, but we’d just gotten engaged and Henry deserved the most pleasurable sexual experience possible.</p><p>“Can I clean my mess?” he asked after we’d both come down from our climaxes.</p><p>“Are you sure?” I asked. I wasn’t going to make him do it. I was going to let him bask in the pleasure of having cum inside me.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. “I want to prove that I’m going to be a good husband for you. I want to show you that I know my role. I want to be good.”</p><p>I smiled and lifted my pussy off his cock and dropped it onto Henry’s face. He cleaned me and he did so without hesitation. He was going to be an excellent husband.</p><p>Next time I’ll finish my tale by telling you about our marriage.</p>