It's Better with a Married Woman - Part 12

It's been a while, so here's a brief recap: Callie has cuckolded her husband Rick with a much younger man named Cole. She's also roped her friend Rachel into enjoying a younger man named Jed. Now, all five of them are on a weekend getaway where Rick has fallen deep into the pleasures of being a cuckold, including bisexual play at Rachel's direction, who has taken quite nicely to the thrill of dominating and degrading a cuck.

The fun continues the morning after their first night, with Rachel leaning into this newly dominant version of herself and seeing if Callie wants to play.

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It was early enough that Callie figured she'd be the only person awake - especially after their late night of debauchery - but she spotted Rachel sitting on the deck with a cup of coffee in her hand. Callie searched the cabinets of the Airbnb for a mug, grabbed one, and poured herself a cup.

"Good morning," Rachel said as Callie stepped outside into the cool air. The smell of pine trees filled her nose, mingling with the remnants of the fire they'd built the night before.

"I figured you'd still be asleep."

Rachel sipped her coffee and pulled her cardigan a little tighter around her body as Callie settled into the chair next to hers. "Me too, actually. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, though. I blame the bird that was consistently chirping right outside our window for a solid ten minutes. Jed didn't stir a bit, but I knew there was no point in fighting it."

Silence fell over the two women and Callie thought of the night before, of watching her husband Rick offer his asshole to Rachel's young lover, Jed. It was, as far as she knew, the first time Rick had ever had anal sex and he'd done so to please another woman. Callie had felt an odd sense of jealousy at the time, even though she'd asked Cole - her young lover - to fuck her from behind while she watched Rick bottom for another woman's pleasure. In the light of the morning, Callie's feelings were equally as complicated.

"Everything okay?" Rachel asked.

Callie watched a squirrel grab an acorn from the ground and hurry up a tree with the small treat in its mouth. "I think I'm jealous," she said.

"Of what?"

"Of the way Rick...well, I guess of the way he enjoys submitting to you, or doing what you want, or however you want to refer to it. I was talking to Cole last night and explaining that you seem to be able to give Rick something that I can't give him. Cole pointed out that I get something from him that I can't get from my husband so it's not like I'm unfamiliar with the concept, but I do feel jealous."

Silence again fell over the women, but this time Callie was looking at her friend and waiting for a response.

"Rick loves you, Callie. I take him to places that you're not willing to take him - in regards to kink - but you could argue that it's a good thing that you don't take him to those places. Maybe just a little bit of distance from it means that your marriage stands a better chance at thriving. Or maybe that's all bullshit. I don't know."

Callie laughed. She could see Rachel's point, though. Perhaps it was better that another woman had inspired Rick to get fucked by a man and to be verbally degraded while doing so. If Callie had been the one to offer the degradation it seemed possible that doing so would have changed - in a bad way - how she thought of her husband. The truth was, it was impossible to know.

"I could stop involving him," Rachel offered. "It turns out I like dominating and degrading your husband - it makes me quite wet - but it's not necessary, especially if it's going to fuck up our friendship or your marriage."

The sound of a breaking branch drew Callie's gaze towards the trees and she smiled at the sight of a deer and its fawn standing at the edge of the woods. The fawn sniffed a tree and nibbled at the bark as its mother looked into the backyard and gauged how much of a threat to two women posed. Seemingly unconcerned, it and its fawn ambled on.

"I should thank you," Rachel said.

"For what?"

"For opening my eyes to a version of me I didn't even know existed."

Callie wasn't sure what to say, so she sipped her coffee as she studied her friend. She noted that Rachel seemed more relaxed and happy than at any point in their friendship and immediately wondered if Rachel would have made the same observation about her. Good sex can make just about anyone feel more youthful and alive, and Callie was having the best sex of her life.

"Never in a million years would I have guessed that I was someone that would get off on making a man take a cock up the ass," Rachel continued, gently shocking Callie with language that felt a little too coarse at such an early hour.

"And yet you got off on that last night."

Rachel's smile was decidedly naughty as she looked at Callie over her mug before taking a sip. "I got off on it twice. Rick kept taking it up the ass after you and Cole left. He got to a point where he was begging Jed to cum, and not because he wanted it to be over. He knew it's what I wanted, Callie. He could see it on my face. He got off on giving me exactly what I wanted, which was his complete and utter degradation as he took my young lover's cock up his ass like a good cuck."

Callie was surprised at the sudden warmth between her legs.

"I let Cole have my ass last night," she admitted.

Rachel's eyes went wide. "Is that right?"

Callie nodded. "It was watching Rick get fucked that inspired it. I didn't really think about it at the time, but...I don't know, I think there's a part of me that thought that if my husband can take it up the ass, then so can I, especially if it was something Cole would enjoy."

"And did he enjoy your ass, Callie?"

She nodded again and smiled as she thought of how loudly Cole had moaned while cumming in her ass, of how she could feel his throbbing cock stretching her asshole as he emptied himself inside her, of how satisfying it had been to make him cum like that.

"So you and Rick both got fucked in the ass last night."

"We did."

"Do you think you'll let Cole have your ass on a regular basis?" Rachel asked.

"I'm not sure. I...well, actually, if Cole really wants anal sex then I'm not sure I'd turn him down."

"Because you really like serving his needs, and for a man as young and virile as him, his sexual needs are almost always going to be top of mind. Luckily, he's found a woman that seems eager to tend to his desires, to satisfy him, and of course to satisfy herself in doing so."

It felt as though the conversation had shifted and Callie wasn't sure what Rachel was doing. Perhaps, though, it was merely in the spirit of the weekend, which was a sexual getaway more than anything else.

"You and Rick might have even more in common than you thought, Callie," Rachel noted with a smile. "You're not nearly as submissive as he is and you're not into degradation in the way he is, but you both clearly value giving pleasure, perhaps even more so than receiving it, though I suspect it's a very close race with you."

Callie thought of how good it felt to pleasure Cole, of how she liked that someone young and handsome and virile was really into her. She'd never fully connected that her eagerness to make him cum was likely a big part of why he was into her, but there was no denying that she was genuinely eager to tend to Cole's sexual needs in a way she'd never been with her husband.

Just then, the sliding door opened and Rick stepped out with a mug of coffee in his hand. He smiled at Callie and then Rachel, who stood and sauntered towards him.

Callie watched as her friend gave Rick a lingering kiss on the cheek. She whispered something to him and then took his mug and returned to her seat.

Rick looked at his wife for a few moments and Callie couldn't help but wonder what Rachel had said to him. It didn't take long to find out as her husband moved in front of Rachel's chair, dropped to his knees, and removed her slip-on boots. He then placed a kiss on each of her ten toes, moving his way down the line while Rachel sipped from his coffee and alternated between watching him and glancing at Callie with a confident smile on her face.

"He's so eager to please," Rachel said. "You trained him well, Callie, but I've started to think of myself as offering something like a finishing school for your cuck husband. After all, a man like him should understand that a great deal of his value comes from his willingness to serve at almost any cost."

Rachel rubbed her toes over Rick's mouth and pushed them between his lips. It wasn't exactly a visually stimulating display, and yet Callie found herself utterly fascinated with her husband's willingness to offer what amounted to unquestioned obedience to his wife's friend.

"I think you should join your husband, Callie," Rachel said.

Callie's mouth hung open as she processed her friend's bold statement.

"You like being on your knees for Cole, don't you?" she continued. "You like looking up at him as you take his cock in your mouth. You like sucking and stroking him while he looks down at you and moans. You like playing with that naughty little pussy of yours while you pleasure him, don't you?"

Callie nodded without thinking.

"You're not exactly like your husband, Callie, but you share enough in common with him that I think you'll thoroughly enjoy getting on your knees next to him. So why don't you set your coffee down, get up, and come to me."

Callie set her coffee on the deck, stood, and walked towards Rachel, all while Rick continued to blissfully lick and suck on her toes.

"That's a good girl," Rachel said as Callie dropped to her knees. "Now kiss my toes like your cuck husband did."

Despite some part of her brain arguing against what she was doing, Callie cradled Rachel's heel in her hand, leaned forward, and kissed her toes as she looked up at her friend.

The warmth that had formed between her legs was now a lot closer to heat as Callie felt a version of the pleasure she experienced while sucking Cole's cock. It was different, of course, but the core sensation of being on her knees in front of someone she wanted to satisfy was there and it left her wet with desire.

Rachel pulled her foot free from Callie's grasp and lowered it to the deck. She smiled, waited a few seconds, and said, "Lower your leggings, take my foot between your legs, and rub your cunt against it."

"I...I don't..."

"I know you're turned on, Callie. I'll bet you’re soaked. I'll bet you're actually quite eager to do as you're told. I'll bet you're hoping that the part of you that's resisting this will fold and you'll surrender to your desire to do what I want, knowing full well that I'll give you the chance to experience the climax you want as long as you do as you're told."

Callie felt the urge to resist, but she fought it off. She lowered her leggings and panties. She guided her friend's foot between her legs. She pressed it against her pussy and began to grind her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit and leaving a trail of wetness on Rachel's foot and toes.

"I'll bet you'd enjoy it if I let you rub your dick against my foot, wouldn't you Rick?"

"I would," he admitted.

"Too bad. Keep sucking my toes. Watch your wife, though. Watch her pleasure herself on her knees."

Callie closed her eyes and moaned. The stimulation of her clit was wondrous, but it was more than that. It was the kinky thrill of the situation, of her friend's sudden turn to taking control, of Callie's willingness to submit and explore an entirely new way of experiencing pleasure.

"Are you close, Callie?" Rachel asked.

"Yes."

Rachel pulled her foot away, depriving Callie of reaching the orgasmic state she craved.

"Go wake your boyfriend with your mouth, Callie," Rachel said. "Be a good slut for him. Wake him with your mouth and then offer him any hole he wants in any position he wants."

Callie stood and her legs trembled. She pulled up her panties and leggings and headed for the door, stopping a few steps short of the house. "Can I take Rick with me?" she asked before stopping to wonder why she'd asked. Rick was her husband, after all.

"No," Rachel replied. "Rick's mine for the remainder of this trip and I'll do with him as I please."

It didn't have to be that way. Callie knew that. Rachel didn't actually make the rules. There was something undeniably appealing about letting her make the rules, though, about indulging in the same mindset that Rick so often occupied.

"Of course," Callie said.

She turned to head back to the house but saw Rachel lean forward and kiss Rick. It wasn't just a peck on the lips, either. It was a long, slow, deep kiss. It bordered on being romantic and the jealousy that coursed through Callie was unlike any she'd ever experienced.

"What if I told you that you could fuck me, cuckold?" Rachel asked.

Rick's eyes lit up for a moment and then he looked past Rachel at Callie, who was busy wondering if her friend would really let Rick fuck her.

"If she'd let you...you can," Callie said, mostly to see how Rick would answer Rachel's question.

"I don't think I'd want that," he said. "It would feel like cheating on Callie."

"And getting fucked - having Jed's cock up your ass - didn't feel like cheating?" Rachel asked.

He shook his head. "That wasn't especially pleasurable for me. Doing it for you was, but the act of having him inside me…that didn't feel all that good."

Rachel stood and turned around. She got on her knees on the chair, rested her arms on the back of it, and smiled at Callie. "Why aren't you upstairs sucking cock, Callie?"

"I wanted to know if Rick would fuck you."

"And you got your answer...for now. I think I can change his mind if I have enough time. Probably not this weekend, but I'll bet I can convince him that sliding his cock into my tight, wet pussy would make him feel better than anything ever has."

There was a glint in Rachel's eyes that Callie found a touch unsettling, like her friend had transformed into the embodiment of pure chaos, as if she'd gotten lost in the pursuit of pleasure derived from constantly pushing boundaries.

"For now, though, he's going to worship my asshole while I masturbate," Rachel said. "Then I'm going to take him upstairs, make him suck Jed's cock, and then make him watch while I ride that young man's beautiful shaft to multiple orgasms. Your husband will clean my cunt afterwards and then he'll thank me for allowing him to taste another man's cum in my divine pussy. Then, when I've used him for my pleasure, I'll send him to you, Callie, so he can clean your pussy – or ass, if that’s the hole Cole wants – like a good cuckold."

Callie wasn't accustomed to being talked to like that, nor was she accustomed to playing the part of an even partial submissive. She was turned on, though, so she nodded, headed inside, and went upstairs.

Callie stripped and crawled into bed with Cole. She kissed his neck and worked his boxers down his thighs. She stroked his cock until he was hard and watched him smile as he came out of sleep with a beautiful woman's hand around his cock.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning to you."

Callie kissed him softly, ignoring his morning breath. "I'm going to suck your cock now. I'm going to get you hard. Rock hard, in fact. Then, I'm going to let you fuck me however you want in any hole you want."

Pleasure pulsed through her body as she uttered the words that Rachel had practically put in her mouth. Cole's eyes lit up, though, as he clearly appreciated her willingness to offer herself up in that way. The surprising part was that Callie was wetter after having made her offer than before.

Callie kissed her way down Cole's stomach and took him in her mouth. She sucked him. She stroked him. She sucked his balls. She pleasured his dick until he was hard as a rock and soaked in her spit.

He had her got on top and ride him to an orgasm. Then he had her get on her hands and knees and he took her from behind. He slipped his thumb into her ass while doing so and Callie ended up having her second orgasm soon after, affirming that she was more into anal play than she ever would have thought.

Cole came inside her from behind and they cuddled after a long, thrilling, utterly satisfying fuck. Soon enough, there was a knock at the door. Callie welcomed her husband into the room. She parted her thighs and kissed her boyfriend as Rick took his place.

Callie moaned while her husband licked another man's cum from her pussy. She kissed Cole quite a bit, too, eventually transitioning into making out with him, stroking his cock, and feeling a rather sudden need to get fucked again.

"Can I make him suck your dick?" she asked.

"Of course," Cole replied.

Callie looked down at her husband and smiled. "You know what to do, my love. Suck my boyfriend's cock until he's rock hard...and then get the fuck out while he has his way with me."

Rick's eyes lit up. He liked being talked to like that. He liked being a cuck. He liked being dominated and degraded, and while Callie couldn't give him everything that Rachel could, she was suddenly fairly confident that she could make him feel some of the things he'd come to crave.

"It would be my pleasure," Rick said.

"Of course it would, cocksucker."

Rick took his place between Cole's legs and Callie resumed making out with her boyfriend while she listened to her husband suck dick for her.

Rachel had lit a fire under Callie and she liked it. She could be different. She could be kinkier. She could have a boyfriend she loved, a cuckold husband she loved and degraded, and an endlessly fulfilling marriage because of it. She could have it all and she wasn't going to settle for anything less.