Sharing Her Pleasures: A Dominant-Wife Cuckold Tale of Lust, Control, and Surrender

mobile flash banner



As a dominant wife, controlling my husband’s pleasures has all the time been a source of pleasure for me. I take pride in denying or allowing him access to my body as I see fit. However, lately, I have found myself craving something more. I want to distribute my pleasures with another man while retaining my control over my husband’s desires.

It started with casual flirtations with my husband’s coworker, Dan. He was a handsome man with a chiseled physique and piercing blue eyes. Whenever he came over for dinner, I made sure to wear my tightest dresses and flirt with him shamelessly, while my husband looked on with a mixture of desire and jealousy.

One evening, after a few too many glasses of wine, I whispered in Dan’s ear, “Do you want to join me and my husband in bed?”

He looked shocked but also excited. “Are you serious?” he asked.

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I had all the time been curious about the idea of sharing my pleasures with another man, and the wondered of sharing it with someone as attractive as Dan was too tempting to withstand.

My husband, still uncertain, looked at me for guidance. “Do you want this too?” he asked.

I nodded again, feeling a sense of power as I saw the desire in his eyes. “Yes,” I said. “I want this.”

With that, we moved to the bedroom. I undressed slowly, enjoying the way both men watched me with lustful eyes. I positioned myself in the center of the bed, inviting them both to join me.

My husband lay beside me, his hand on my thigh. Dan positioned himself at the foot of the bed, watching as my husband and I began to kiss and touch each other.

I could sense Dan’s anticipation building as he watched us, and I took pleasure in giving him small glimpses of my body, teasing him with the possibility of what was to come.

As my husband kissed his way down my body, I opened myself up to him, allowing him access to my most intimate areas. I could feel his desire building, but I made sure to maintain control, dictating the pace and the intensity of our lovemaking.

I knew that Dan was watching us, and this knowledge only added to my pleasure. I wanted him to see how desirable I was, how much my husband craved me, and how much power I had over both of them.

As my husband reached his climax, I looked over at Dan, inviting him to join us. He eagerly moved onto the bed, taking my hand and kissing it softly before beginning to explore my body with his own hands.

As he touched me, I could feel my control slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure. I surrendered myself to his touch, allowing him to take me to heights of ecstasy that I had never experienced before.

My husband watched us, his desire growing as he saw how much pleasure I was experiencing. I could tell that this was pushing him to the brink of his own desires.

Eventually, we reached a point of mutual climax, the three of us tangled in a web of pleasure and desire. As we lay together, basking in the afterglow, I felt a sense of satisfaction and completeness that I had never felt before.

In the days that followed, I continued to dominate my husband’s pleasures, but there was a new sense of understanding between us. We had both experienced something new and exciting together, something that had brought us closer and deepened our desire for each other.

As for Dan, he remained a part of our lives, but only in a small way. He had given me a taste of what I had been craving, but now I was content to keep that desire under control, savoring it as a secret pleasure that only my husband and I shared.

error: Content is protected due to Copyright law !