<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="85756331" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Henry and I rented an exquisite home along the Hudson River Valley for our first anniversary. It was far too big for just the two of us, but that wasn’t the point. It was an immaculately-maintained old home with a wraparound porch, a breathtaking view of the river and the relentlessly green trees that lined it, and the most beautiful kitchen I’ve ever seen. The rental was expensive, but I wanted to make sure our anniversary was special.</p><p>“I’ve arranged for us to have a little fun tonight,” I said as Henry and I sat on the back porch and admired the way the setting sun bathed the river in pink and orange light.</p><p>“What sort of fun?” he asked.</p><p>“The sort where you do as you’re told,” I replied.</p><p>Some of you might think that Henry would want our anniversary to be something quiet and simple. You might think he’d want me to dress up in lingerie, give him a blowjob, spread my legs, and invite him to make love to his wife until we both enjoyed long, loud, beautiful climaxes. You’d be wrong, though. I’m sure Henry would have enjoyed that, but he’s a submissive. He finds far greater sexual satisfaction when I play the dominant role, no matter what unfolds after I’ve taken charge. That’s why his eyes lit up when I hinted that we’d be indulging our kinky desires on our first anniversary.</p><p>Henry lifted his champagne glass, smiled, and said, “A toast to the woman of my dreams.”</p><p>We drank our champagne and held hands as the sun set over the hills across the river. It was exceptionally romantic and it felt like the perfect start for an evening that I hoped would be memorable.</p><p>“Do you remember Hunter?” I asked as the sun fell behind the hills.</p><p>Henry couldn’t hide his excitement. “You mean the guy from the club?” he asked.</p><p>Hunter was the fittest man I’d ever seen, which made sense given that he was a personal trainer. He was also a semi-frequent guest at the kink clubs Henry and I sometimes visited. We met him for the first time a month before our anniversary and not long after Hunter’s cock was buried inside me as Henry watched in a cuckold 69. Hunter has a lovely cock, but it’s his body that made the difference for me. He managed to put exceptional power into his thrusts and sometimes I quite like being taken from behind. The fact that my husband was watching from beneath me only made it more exciting.</p><p>“Yes,” I replied. “I believe you watched his cock satisfy me from just a few inches away.”</p><p>“I did,” Henry said before he looked off and a smile broke across his face as he seemed to be reliving the memory.</p><p>“Hunter will be joining us tonight and he’s bringing a friend,” I informed my husband.</p><p>“A friend?”</p><p>It was my turn to smile. I knew who Hunter was bringing, but to Henry it could have been anyone. It could been an equally fit and beautiful girl. I could have arranged to have Henry service them both while I watched. It could have been another guy. It could have been a trans girl. To Henry, anything was possible, and I do find it quite pleasurable to leave my sweet, submissive husband guessing from time to time.</p><p>“Yes, and they’ll be here soon so we should get inside,” I said.</p><p>We stood and I grabbed Henry’s hand before he could head inside. I kissed him the way a woman kisses the man she loves on their first anniversary. I kissed him like I intended on taking him to the bedroom and fucking him until he’d expelled every drop of semen in his body. I kissed him to ensure he was thoroughly aroused before our guests arrived. After all, it’s much easier to push a submissive past his limits when he’s turned on.</p><p>“Take your clothes off,” I said.</p><p>A year ago Henry might have hesitated. He might have asked me if I really wanted him to strip on the back porch. It pleased me to see him strip and fold his clothes. I rewarded Henry’s good behavior by taking his cock in my hand and stroking him. Sometimes I love how easy it is to please a man. The look on his face was one of pure joy, and why not? His dominant wife was playing with his cock, after all.</p><p>“Are you going to be good for me tonight?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>I kissed him again, this time while my hand moved up and down his cock. I stroked him with the intention of delivering intense pleasure. I wanted Henry right on the edge of climax before I’d spend the rest of the night denying him until I was ready for him to cum. After all, having control over his pleasure is what turns me on more than anything.</p><p>“Let’s go inside. Our guests will be arriving soon,” I said.</p><p>I maintained my grip on his cock and used it to lead Henry inside. We stopped in the middle of the beautiful living room and I pointed to the floor. Henry fell to his knees as I wanted him to.</p><p>“I’m going to change into something that makes me feel sexy,” I said. “I want you to wait here on your knees.”</p><p>I turned and walked away without looking back. Henry wasn’t going to get up. He would have stayed on his knees in the living room all night long if that’s what I wanted. He would have stayed there even if I took Hunter and his friend back to the bedroom and spent half the night having a loud threesome without inviting Henry.</p><p>I changed into a black bra, panty, garter belt, and stocking set I’d bought at a high end lingerie store. It was expensive as hell, but I looked damn good. I stepped into a pair of strappy black high heels to complete the look and gave myself a once over in the mirror. I thought I looked very much like a goddess and I was quite certain Henry would feel the same way. I finished the look with a pair of black lace gloves that went all the way up to my elbow. It was an elegant touch that I thought gave me an extra air of dominance.</p><p>When I returned to the living room it seemed like Henry couldn’t decide which part of me he wanted to stare at. His eyes roamed over my body, rushing from head to toe and back again.</p><p>“You look incredible. You look perfect. You really do,” he said.</p><p>I smiled and approached him with an exaggerated sway in my hips. I bent over and ran my lace-clad fingers over his face as I noted that Henry’s cock was still hard.</p><p>“Do you want your wife to have a happy anniversary?” I asked.</p><p>Henry nodded.</p><p>“Are you going to do everything you can to make sure I have a happy anniversary?” I asked.</p><p>Henry nodded again, but it was the look in his eyes that I found most pleasing. His eyes told me that Henry was eager to submit to me. He was ready to give me whatever I wanted in the name of ensuring I had a happy anniversary.</p><p>A pair of headlights appeared at the end of the driveway. Hunter had arrived. I had a moment of pure, genuine excitement. A night of pleasure was about to unfold.</p><p>I smiled at Henry and said, “Stay there.”</p><p>I approached the door as Hunter and his guest got out of the car and headed towards the front door.</p><p>I opened the door as they approached the porch and posed for them with a smile on my face. I wanted to look appealing, after all. Part of the plan was to have at least one of them inside me and if things went very well it was quite possible I’d fuck three men (Henry included) on my anniversary.</p><p>“Wow,” Hunter’s friend said.</p><p>“I told you,” Hunter replied.</p><p>“Welcome, gentlemen,” I said.</p><p>Hunter stepped into the house and gave me a soft kiss before introducing me to his friend. “This is Eli. He’s a friend and client and I’m quite certain he’ll give you what you need tonight.”</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eli,” I said as I extended a hand.</p><p>Eli took it and bent over to place a kiss against the soft lace. “The pleasure is mine,” he replied.</p><p>“Come in. Henry’s waiting,” I said.</p><p>Hunter and Eli stepped into the house and I followed as we entered the living room. Henry was still on his knees and, much to my delight, he was still fully erect.</p><p>“It’s nice to see you again, Henry,” Hunter said.</p><p>They hadn’t spoken much during our first meeting, but Henry was intimately acquainted with certain parts of Hunter’s body. He hadn’t given head, but he’d felt Hunter’s balls against his forehead a handful of times as he watched us fuck from beneath me.</p><p>I approached Henry and smiled as his eyes moved over my body. I stepped behind him and asked, “Henry, who do you belong to?”</p><p>“You,” he replied.</p><p>“Is there any limit to what you’re willing to do to make me happy?” I asked.</p><p>“No,” Henry replied.</p><p>I knelt behind him and placed several soft kisses over his neck and upper back. My fingers made their way around his torso and between his legs. I grasped his cock and stroked him slowly, offering a little bit of teasing pleasure to lure him a little deeper into submission.</p><p>“Eli, remove your clothes,” I said.</p><p>Eli stripped immediately as Hunter and I made eye contact. He smiled because he knew what was coming.</p><p>“It’s okay if you’re nervous,” I said to Henry as I stroked his cock. “Concentrate on my pleasure. Forget about everything else. Focus all your energy on ensuring your wife has a happy anniversary. Do you understand?”</p><p>He nodded and I stroked him a little faster while kissing his neck. I let out a soft, sensual moan that I hoped would arouse him just a little more.</p><p>“Come closer, Eli,” I said.</p><p>Eli’s impressively long, flaccid cock gently swayed as he approached. I felt Henry tense up. He almost certainly had a good sense of what I was going to ask him to do.</p><p>“Your submission turns me on,” I whispered. “It makes my pussy wet. It makes me proud to have you as my husband. It makes me proud to own you. Do you understand that?”</p><p>“I do,” Henry said.</p><p>I played with his balls as Eli stopped a few feet in front of Henry. I kissed my husband’s neck and moaned again.</p><p>“Take him in your mouth, Henry,” I instructed as I released his genitals from the grasp of my lace-clad fingers. “Suck Eli’s cock for me.”</p><p>Uttering those words was so much hotter than I expected. It was like my pussy came alive the moment I gave the instruction. You’re probably familiar with the kind of pleasure a submissive experiences when he’s in subspace, but a domme has the same experience and I absolutely had it in that moment.</p><p>I was almost certain Henry would do it, but there was also a bit of excitement as I wondered whether my husband would offer his submission. Henry’s not bisexual, at least not in terms of what he’s attracted to. He is, however, submissive to the core, so I expected he would put aside his sexuality and offer his mouth. I expected he would suck cock. Thankfully, he didn’t disappoint.</p><p>Henry crawled forward and took Eli’s soft cock into his mouth. I stood and watched my husband offer a blowjob. I watched him offer his submission in the most beautiful, erotic way I’d ever witnessed.</p><p>Hunter approached and moved behind me. His strong, confident hands moved over my body and he kissed my neck just like I’d kissed Henry’s.</p><p>“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.</p><p>Hunter’s touch brought me back to the night he’d fucked me. I brought those memories to the surface and I couldn’t help but feel that desire to be taken. I controlled that desire – there was still a great deal of fun to be had with Henry – but it was thrilling to experience it.</p><p>“It is,” I replied as one of Hunter’s hands moved into my bra. He found my nipple almost immediately and gently rolled it between his fingers, intensifying the sense of arousal coursing through my body. It felt like he was trying to get me to break, to surrender to my desire. It felt like he wanted me to join Henry on my knees. He was doing a fairly good job, too, but I wasn’t going to crack.</p><p>“Don’t forget his balls, Henry,” I instructed. “Take them in your mouth. Suck on them. Look up at him while you do. Look at the man you’re pleasuring as you prepare his cock for its purpose.”</p><p>Henry lifted Eli’s cock and dropped lower. He took the young man’s balls into his mouth and sucked. He looked up at him as instructed.</p><p>Hunter pushed his other hand into my panties. His fingers found their way between my pussy lips and he pushed inside me. He gathered some of my wetness on his fingers and used it to rub my clit. My knees buckled but Hunter held me up. I moaned in pleasure. I couldn’t help it. It was like my body wasn’t my own.</p><p>“Your husband’s a cocksucker,” Hunter whispered. “He’s a cocksucker and it turns you on. What a kinky girl you are.”</p><p>I moaned. It was really Henry’s willingness to suck cock for me that I found so thrilling, but Hunter was right. It turned me on to see Henry with Eli’s cock or balls in his mouth. It turned me on to see my husband serving another man at my request.</p><p>Eli was rock hard. I’m quite certain Henry wasn’t doing a good job as a cocksucker – it’s difficult to be good at anything your first time – but I suspect Eli found the whole thing thrilling.</p><p>“Henry,” I said. “Crawl to me.”</p><p>Henry released Eli’s balls from his mouth and turned to me. He paused for a moment to watch Hunter play with my body and then crawled until he was on his knees in front of me.</p><p>“Suck my juices from his fingers,” I ordered.</p><p>Hunter pulled his hand from my panties and offered his two slick fingers to Henry. I watched my husband suck them clean like some sort of wanton slut. He gave himself over to it, too. He stared at me and sucked like his life depended on it. Not surprisingly, I found it hugely arousing.</p><p>“Taste my pussy,” I said. “Put your tongue inside me. Taste my desire.”</p><p>Hunter pulled his fingers from Henry’s mouth wiped them on my thigh before Henry reached up, pulled my panties aside, and pressed his lips against my pussy. He pushed his tongue inside me and soaked up the juices that our little foreplay adventure had created. He tasted me like he’d been instructed to do.</p><p>Eli watched and stroked his cock with a smile on his face. Hunter’s hand moved into my other bra cup and he played with my nipple, once again showing his sexual expertise as he elicited yet another moan.</p><p>I grabbed a handful of Henry’s hair and pulled him closer. I smothered him with my pussy as he continued to taste me.</p><p>Hunter lifted his free hand and pressed his fingers against my lower lip. I took them in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It felt naughty. It felt like the right thing to do. I sucked on them as he played with my nipple. If Henry had been licking my clit I almost certainly would have cum.</p><p>I turned my head, Hunter pulled his fingers from my mouth, and we shared an intensely passionate kiss. I pulled harder on Henry’s hair and he groaned from what I assume was the pain. I sucked on Hunter’s tongue. Making Henry suffer just a little bit really turned me on, if I’m being honest.</p><p>“I want to see him suck your cock,” I said to Hunter. “I need to see it. I need to see your cock in his mouth.”</p><p>I’ll admit that I was a little lost in my desire at that point. I was still in a mood to dominate my husband, but I wasn’t the controlled version of a domme that I usually am. I was horny as hell, if I’m being honest.</p><p>Hunter stepped back and stripped with a smile on his face. He revealed his beautiful body – he has the hottest body I’ve ever seen on a guy – and his rock hard cock. I released my grasp on Henry’s hair, stepped back, and made way for Hunter.</p><p>I didn’t have to give a command. Henry had heard me express my desire to see him suck Hunter’s cock. He opened his mouth and did as he was told when Hunter approached. He gave another blowjob.</p><p>“Eli,” I said, “Stand at Henry’s side. I want him to stroke your cock as he blows Hunter.”</p><p>Eli approached and Henry reached up and did as he was told. He gave a handjob and a blowjob at the same time. He was acting like a slut and he was doing so because it’s what I wanted.</p><p>“Fuck his face,” I said. “Fuck my husband’s face. Make him gag like a good submissive.”</p><p>Hunter grabbed Henry’s head with both hands and fucked his face. I reached down and played with my pussy as he did. I watched my husband submit to my desires. I watched him suck and stroke cock. I heard him gag on the dick in his throat. I saw him suffer through the unpleasantness of being used. I saw him do it for my pleasure.</p><p>“I need to get fucked,” I said. “I need you inside me, Hunter.”</p><p>Hunter pulled out of Henry’s mouth and I took his hand and headed towards the bedroom.</p><p>“Eli, Henry, follow,” I said.</p><p>It felt good to be in control of a trio of men, each of whom was eager to do as I desired. As you’ll read in the next part, everyone got what they wanted.</p>