<p>Click here to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="102885576" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>One month. That’s how long Cody made Molly wait before she was allowed to make him cum. That’s also how long I went without an orgasm. In case you’ve never gone one month without an orgasm, it’s an incredibly long time. A painfully long time.</p><p>There were times when I was tempted to make myself cum. That was in part because Molly wasn’t shy about teasing me. She seemed to enjoy it, in fact. I think she was a little bit frustrated, too, and was teasing me as a way of working through her frustration. After all, Cody was denying her the pleasure she sought, so it’s no surprise she turned to making my own form of denial a little more painful.</p><p>After the second week she took to showering with me on a near-daily basis. It wasn’t just the two of us getting clean together, either. It was the sort of shower that would usually end with sex, only it never did. Of course it never did. The whole point was to tease me.</p><p>The fourth time we showered together in this manner was probably the most difficult for me. Molly was in a particularly naughty mood and she was all over me the moment we stepped under the water. She kissed me with unusual passion – I would later find out that she and Cody had been exchanging naughty texts right before Molly dragged me into the shower – and had me hard as a rock in no time.</p><p>“You’re so hard,” Molly said with a gleeful smile on her face.</p><p>“I know,” I said. “You’re beautiful, you’re naked, your body is all wet, and you’re kissing me. Of course I’m hard.”</p><p>Molly took my hand and placed it between her legs. My fingers slipped inside her with ease. She was wet, and not because we were in the shower. She was soaking wet in that way that a woman gets when she’s eager to be penetrated.</p><p>“You’re so wet,” I said.</p><p>Molly smiled and moaned as I played with her pussy. “That feels good,” she said.</p><p>She made no effort to stop me, so I kept it up. I offered her pleasure with my fingers and she welcomed it as her moans filled the bathroom.</p><p>“Cody let me take his cock in my mouth last night,” she said.</p><p>She’d been on another date with Cody the night before. She’d gotten home late, but hadn’t shared any of the details with me.</p><p>“Really?” I asked. In the moment I hoped that meant that Cody had also let Molly make him cum, so I figured I’d finally get to have an orgasm.</p><p>Molly nodded as my finger danced over her clit. “He did. He had me worship his body first. I kissed him all over. I showed him how desperate I was to have his cock in my mouth. I showed him how badly I wanted to pleasure him, how much I needed to satisfy him. When he was satisfied with my devotion, he let me take off his underwear and free his beautiful cock.”</p><p>“Then what happened?” I asked.</p><p>“He told me I could take him in my mouth,” Molly answered. “He told me I could taste his cock. He told me I could be the cocksucker I so desperately wanted to be.”</p><p>I was practically vibrating with desire at that point. I was absolutely certain Molly was about to tell me that she’d sucked Cody off, that she’d made him cum in her mouth and she’d swallowed her reward and that I was going to be allowed to orgasm as a result. It was all just delusional hope, of course, but I couldn’t even envision a scenario where the shower didn’t end with an orgasm for me.</p><p>“Did you?” I asked. “Did you suck his cock?”</p><p>Molly smiled and nodded. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and lifted my fingers to her lips. She took them in her mouth and sucked as our eyes met. It was a gentle sort of sucking, though. It was soft and sensual and her tongue moved slowly over my fingers.</p><p>“I sucked him just like that,” she said while directing my fingers back between her legs. “I wanted to swallow his cock. I wanted to devour it, to make him flood my mouth with his cum, but he wouldn’t let me. Cody wanted me to savor having him in my mouth. He wanted me to gently suck on the head as I looked up at him from my knees like a good submissive slut.”</p><p>That’s when my hope started to fade a little. I started to wonder if Cody had merely teased Molly just like she’d spent weeks teasing me.</p><p>“He let me gently suck the head of his cock for half an hour,” she said. “It was pure bliss. I know that might sound crazy, but it really was. To be on my knees in front of him – in front of my dom – and to have his cock in my mouth for that long was perfect.”</p><p>Molly reached down and slowly stroked my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned, particularly when her fingers neared the head.</p><p>“Then he told me to suck his balls,” she said. “I released his cock from my mouth and I sucked his beautiful balls. He stroked himself while he did. He told me I was a good girl. He told me that soon he’d let me be the slut I wanted to be, that soon he would use my body for his pleasure, that he would let me make him cum like I so desperately craved.”</p><p>I was so turned on by that point that I was practically panting. It was astonishing. My cock was so fucking hard that every touch from Molly’s skilled fingers felt like it might make me cum. I didn’t, though. That clearly wasn’t the plan.</p><p>“Do you…do you really crave that?” I asked. “Do you want to be…a slut for him?”</p><p>“Yes,” Molly said. “I crave it more than I can possibly explain. I think about it all day. I think about offering my body to him. I think about him taking it and doing as he pleases. I think about him taking his pleasure however he wants. I fantasize about it, Myles. I need it.”</p><p>Molly released my cock and spun around. She put her hands against the wall and stuck her ass out. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Whenever we shower together, I think about Cody. I think about his hands moving over my wet body. I think about him playing with my tits and my ass. I think about him fingering me.” She paused, closed her eyes for a moment, moaned, and then looked at me once more. “I think about him taking me from behind. I think about him sliding into my pussy and fucking me until he fills me with his cum.”</p><p>Much to my surprise, Molly reached back, grabbed my cock, and pulled me closer. She rubbed the head over her pussy lips and then pulled me inside her. She hadn’t told me to fuck her, though, so I simply enjoyed the incredible heat and wetness of her pussy.</p><p>“Does my pussy feel good?” Molly asked.</p><p>“Yes,” I said.</p><p>“Do you want to fuck my pussy? Do you want to fuck your wife’s wet pussy?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded vigorously. “Yes, desperately,” I answered.</p><p>“Even though you know it wouldn’t satisfy me?” she asked.</p><p>That was the question that brought me back down to earth. Or, in reality, back into a submissive space. Of course I wanted to fuck her, but it was unquestionably selfish to want to do so despite knowing she wouldn’t particularly enjoy it. That didn’t stop me from wanting it, of course, but the submissive training I’d undergone – and was still undergoing at Molly’s hand – ensured that my wild desire to fuck her largely dried up because I knew it wouldn’t please her.</p><p>I pulled out of her pussy. It was agonizing to do so, but I did it. Molly smiled and turned around. She leaned against the wall with a satisfied look on her face. “Do you want to satisfy me?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” I said.</p><p>“Then get on your knees and worship my pussy,” she demanded. “Keep your hands off your cock as you do. Don’t even think about your cock. Think about my pleasure and my pleasure only.”</p><p>I fell to my knees and I worshiped her pussy. She ran her hands through my wet hair and then took a tight grip. She pulled hard enough for it to hurt a little, though that only served to turn me on.</p><p>“That’s good, Myles,” she said. “I don’t blame you for thinking of your pleasure – especially after you’ve been denied for so long – but a good submissive thinks about his domme’s pleasure first. You should always focus on my pleasure, even if it means that you don’t get to cum. It’s my job to think of your pleasure. I get to decide when you cum, not you. You must place your trust in me to see to your satisfaction, even if that satisfaction comes far less frequently that you would find ideal. Do you understand?”</p><p>She pulled my head from her pussy and I looked up at her and nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’m sorry for my momentary lapse.”</p><p>“There’s no need to apologize,” Molly said. “I’m not mad. You’re still being trained, just like Cody is still training me. We’re learning to submit together and I’m learning to dominate you. Now make me cum.”</p><p>I made her cum. I still felt a desire for an orgasm of my own– I’ve learned that it’s not possible to wipe away that desire – but I didn’t touch my cock. I didn’t feel frustrated. I felt a sense of deep happiness, in fact. After all, there’s great pleasure in being on my knees in front of my beautiful, naked wife and eating her pussy until she has a body-shaking orgasm, which is exactly what I gave her.</p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>It wasn’t until after Cody came in my mouth for the first time that I understood why he made me wait so long.</p><p>The experience was unlike any other. Even when I was training with Peter I didn’t feel anything quite as intense as that first time I got to make Cody cum, and the waiting was a big part of it. I’d spent more than a month being teased by my new dom. I’d spent more than a month kissing him, worshiping his body, and tasting his cock and balls. I’d spent more than a month enjoying the talents of his fingers and tongue and the various toys he enjoyed using on me. I’d spent more than a month cumming on Myles’s tongue and fingers too.</p><p>Then he finally let me suck him off. He was naked in his bed. I was naked between his legs. He told me it was time, that I was going to get to make him cum. I felt the excitement in my entire body, though it was strongest between my legs.</p><p>Cody instructed me to take my time. I followed his instructions. I made love to his cock with my mouth and hands. I spent nearly an hour between his legs. Every second of it was bliss. Any submissives out there know what I’m talking about. When you get to pleasure your dom/domme, it’s an experience unlike any other.</p><p>The moment of Cody’s climax was pure joy. It was the first time I’d seen him be even a little out of control. A man can’t help but lose control when he cums, though, and it was an incredible rush. My lips were sealed tight around his cock as he flooded my mouth with his load and thrashed in his bed. An hour of slow cocksucking produces an exceptional orgasm, I guess.</p><p>Afterwards, Cody told me to hold the cum in my mouth and stand at the foot of the bed. He spent the next ten minutes playing with my body and drawing me ever closer to a climax. I held his cum in my mouth the entire time. It was a lovely touch that unquestionably enhanced my orgasm.</p><p>When I came I actually fell to my knees. I couldn’t hold my body up. My legs were too weak from the pleasure and I collapsed.</p><p>“Swallow,” Cody said as the climax ripped through my body.</p><p>I swallowed his cum and said, “Thank you.” I was thankful for all of it, too. For letting me make him cum. For giving me an orgasm. Even for making me hold his cum in my mouth until he’d gotten me off.</p><p>Cody picked me up and we cuddled in his bed for a little while after my orgasm. It felt remarkably good to rest in his arms like that and it made me want to do the same thing with Myles. After all, he’d been waiting just as long as I had for a climax.</p><p>I texted Myles when I left. I instructed him to strip and wait in our bed for me to return. I also told him I wanted his cock hard when I walked into the bedroom.</p><p>I stripped the moment I stepped into the house. I stopped in the bedroom doorway and smiled at the sight of Myles’s stiff cock as he stared at my body.</p><p>I walked to the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke him. He moaned and a thick drop of precum appeared at the tip of his cock. I smiled at him, leaned over, and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked the precum from the tip and swallowed.</p><p>“That’s the second cock I’ve had in my mouth tonight,” I said as I straddled Myles and sat across his upper thighs. His cock rested against my pubic hair. I liked that he was so close to my pussy. I wanted him to think about being inside me. “Though you only got to spend a few seconds in my mouth. I spent an hour pleasuring Cody’s cock.”</p><p>Myles’s eyes went wide and he groaned as I gently teased his cock with my fingers.</p><p>“That seems about right, don’t you think? After all, my dom is the one that truly satisfies me, so he’s the one that deserves to be worshiped. He’s the one that deserves to receive the kind of pleasure I can give a man. You know how I can make a man feel good, don’t you Myles?” I asked.</p><p>He nodded and moaned again. He was on edge after more than a month without an orgasm. Of course he was.</p><p>“You don’t deserve that sort of pleasure, do you?” I asked. “You’re a submissive. You’re a cuckold. You’re not the kind of man that should be worshiped. You’re the kind of man that does the worshiping.”</p><p>“Molly…please,” Myles said.</p><p>He’s said only two words, but they spoke volumes. He was desperate. I could see it on his face and in his body language. I could see his lust, his need, his overwhelming desire. It was a minor miracle he’d made it more than a month without an orgasm, so I was absolutely going to make him cum. I was going to tease and dominate him a little before I did that, though.</p><p>“I control your cock, Myles,” I said. “I own it. It’s mine to do with as I please. I decide when you cum. I decide when you feel that level of pleasure. You don’t get to decide for yourself anymore. You’re not worthy of that.”</p><p>“I know,” Myles said.</p><p>I smiled and lifted my hips until my pussy hovered over the tip of his cock. Myles looked between my legs and watched as I gently teased him by rubbing my labia over his stiff flesh.</p><p>“I’ve known for a long, long time that you don’t deserve my pussy,” I said. “Mistress Brooke and Peter helped me clarify that, though. They helped me see the truth in that. They helped me understand that I married a man that’s incapable of truly satisfying me. Cody deserves my pussy. Cody deserves my mouth. He deserves my ass if he wants it. I’m his now. He’s my dom and I’m his submissive. I do as he desires.”</p><p>“I know I don’t deserve your pussy,” Myles said. I could hear the desperation in his voice. I could also hear that every word I spoke actually turned him on a little more.</p><p>I sat down on his cock. I took every inch of him inside me and put my hands on his chest. I let him feel the warmth and wetness that had developed as I worshiped Cody’s cock. “You don’t deserve this,” I said. “And you never will. From here on out, every time I let you inside me consider it a gift. When I let you fuck me, consider it a truly special gift.”</p><p>Myles grasped the bed sheets. I think he was trying to resist the urge to grab my hips and fuck me. I wasn’t moving, after all. I was simply bathing his cock in my wetness.</p><p>I slowly lifted my pussy from his cock and Myles moaned. I didn’t sit back down, though. Instead, I moved into a 69 and sat on his face. “Eat my pussy,” I said.</p><p>Myles went to work immediately. His hands moved over the smooth skin of my ass and his tongue worked my clit feverishly. I moaned and played with his balls as I watched more precum appear at the tip of his cock.</p><p>I moved my pussy over his face. I rubbed my clit on his lips, chin, nose, and even his forehead. I used him like a sex toy. Then I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I spit on the head and used it as lubrication. I tightened my grip and I stroked him with remarkable swiftness.</p><p>He came in less than thirty seconds. When his cock erupted I sat up and smothered him with my pussy and ass. He moaned into my flesh and the vibrations actually provided a surprising amount of pleasure. Myles spilled cum over his stomach, in his pubic hair, on his legs, and on the bed. It was incredible, and judging the sounds he was making it must have been an exceptionally pleasurable climax.</p><p>“Make me cum,” I said as I remained seated on his face.</p><p>It didn’t take long for Myles to make me climax. Just a few minutes, really. The whole night had me turned on, but dominating him was a thrilling conclusion. Though I find more pleasure in submission, I’ve come to appreciate just how good it can feel to embrace having complete control over my husband.</p><p>I’ll admit that I’m also looking forward to bringing Myles to a session with Cody. I like the idea of blending domination and submission in one evening and I really want Myles to see me offer my body to Cody. Something about that turns me on in ways I can’t even describe. Perhaps I’ll get to do that soon.</p>