The Path to a Female Led Marriage - Part 9

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As it turns out, taking charge at home has made Erin something of a superstar at work - a boost in confidence and great comfort taking charge helped with that - and now she's in line for a serious promotion and plenty more after that. She's also fully embraced taking advantage of the pleasures of having a boyfriend, all of which means increasing sacrifices for her happy submissive husband, Dan.

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"I'm up for a promotion at work," Erin announced over dinner one night, doing so with a bright smile on her face. "I'm going to get it, too." Her self-assuredness was a relatively new quality and one I found utterly irresistible.

"Yeah?"

She swirled the red wine in her glass - the restaurant preferred the oversized variety of glass that allowed for a rather vigorous kind of swirling - and took a sip as she held my gaze.

"I admire your confidence," I said. "What makes you so certain, though?"

"Because I'm the best person for the job. Because that confidence you admire has shown itself at work in recent months. Because my boss has repeatedly said that he's impressed with the quality of my work."

I felt her foot rub against my calf under the table and Erin smiled.

"I'm a different woman since I took control of our marriage, Dan," she said as her foot continued up my leg. "Making all the decisions at home has had the surprising benefit of making me a great deal more comfortable with making big decisions at work and selling people on the wisdom of those decisions, which has absolutely made me a better employee."

Her toes moved over my knee and up my thigh as she sipped her wine once more.

"I never would have guessed that having a submissive husband was the key to climbing the ranks at work, but there's no question in my mind that the two things are related."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," I replied.

"Rub my foot, Dan."

I reached under the table and offered my wife a foot massage. She had on a pair of black stockings - I'd seen them in full before she put her dress on and they looked spectacular - and rubbing her foot proved rather erotic thanks to the nylon.

"It's quite a promotion," Erin continued. "It's a thirty percent pay bump. It's quite a bit more responsibility, though, which means more hours at work."

"Of course. It's worth it, though, right?"

Erin nodded. "Oh, it's absolutely worth it, especially since it now feels realistic that I could rise far above my current position. It will take quite a bit of time, of course, but I think a position in the C-suite is possible."

"CEO? Really?" I asked.

"Yes. It'll likely be a decade or more and I might have to jump to another company to do so, but I can be a CEO. I have the skills. I have the ambition. I have the supportive, loving husband who will do whatever it takes to make sure that I can achieve my professional goals."

Submission - true submission, that is - almost always involves sacrifice. Sometimes that means suffering pain at the hands of your domme. Sometimes it means watching as your wife has sex with another man. Sometimes it means giving up something you wouldn't otherwise be eager to surrender because your domme demands it. The good thing is that a true submissive finds some measure of satisfaction when they're required to make a sacrifice for their domme.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Erin."

"Yes, I do, Dan, because you like that I'm in charge of our life, of you, of everything. You like that I make the decisions, that I make the important decisions and that I have the right to make the small ones, too."

It felt like she was building to something and while I was a bit nervous, there was no denying my excitement.

"When I get the promotion, you'll have to take on more work around the house. In fact, you'll take on all of the house and yard work. I won't have time to do any of it and pursue my career - and my relationship with Travis - to the fullest. I shouldn't have to sacrifice anything, though, not when I have a dutiful, submissive husband that will make sacrifices for me."

"It would be my pleasure to do so," I replied. "It really would, Erin."

"I want you to prepare yourself to be a house husband," she said. "I already make more money than you and once I get this promotion my salary will be considerably more than yours, to the point that we won't really need the money you make. As I continue to move up, my salary will dwarf yours and your time will be far better used working to maintain and improve our home, especially when we move into something bigger."

"Something bigger?"

"A CEO needs to entertain, Dan. She needs a big home so she can have people over. It needs to be an impressive home. It needs to be well-maintained and managed, and that will become your job while I'm at work. You'll be my house husband. You'll keep things clean. You'll arrange and manage parties. You'll tend to any and all household duties while I work and continue seeing Travis to satisfy my ever-increasing sexual needs."

It's a bit strange to get turned on as your wife orders you to prepare for a massive life change, and yet I was spectacularly aroused as she informed me that I would soon be occupying the role typically reserved for the wife of a wealthy and powerful man.

"Should you shirk your duties, you'll be punished," she said. "Harshly, in fact, as there will be very little room for error in the version of our lives we're about to embark on."

Erin had proved more than willing to punish me when I disappointed or disobeyed her, so much so that I felt a genuine fear of the belt. That was the point, though. The punishment served as motivation to be better, to be more disciplined, to be willing to sacrifice like a good submissive.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Excited. I...this isn't how I imagined things going when I first asked you to dominate me, but the deeper we venture into this, the more it feels like I was genuinely made to be this kind of man. To submit. To give you all of myself so that your life - and mine, as a result - can be as fulfilling as possible."

She reached across the table and took my hand. "I never imagined myself as a dominant woman, Dan. I really didn't. I find it so appealing, though. It's unexpected, but as I was laying out your future I found myself getting wet. My nipples are hard. All because I'm talking about turning you into a dutiful house husband that will do literally anything to make his wife happy, including supporting my desire to satisfy my sexual needs with other, far superior men."

Her foot moved between my legs and her toes worked my stiff cock.

"I imagine you expected you'd be getting lucky tonight," she said.

I nodded. We don't have sex often, but for some reason I did expect that dinner and drinks would lead to sex.

"You will, in a way, be getting lucky because I'm going to let you drive me to Travis's house. I'm going to let you escort me to his door. I'm going to let you ask him for permission to watch as he satisfies me in the way only a man like him can satisfy a woman."

Erin pulled her phone from her purse and sent a text, presumably to Travis. She pulled her foot from between my legs and the conversation quickly turned to the more mundane subject of her parent's ongoing financial issues.

I felt a little frazzled, but in hindsight that wasn't the slightest bit surprising. I'd just been informed of a massive change to my life, after all - going from a working man to a house husband was a significant shift - and I'd been told that I would be humiliating myself that night by asking another man for permission to watch as he satisfied my wife.

After dessert and another cocktail we left the restaurant. We kissed - quite passionately, in fact - as the valet ran off to get the car. Erin tasted of coffee and Baileys and I wanted nothing more than to take her home and fuck her, which might have been the purpose of the kiss.

"How does it feel to know that you're going to drive me to a sexually superior man's house so I can get fucked?" she asked.

"Exciting and agonizing."

She smiled as the car pulled up. I rushed over and opened the door for her and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. I passed the valet $10 and headed for the driver's side while trying my best to obscure the erection I'd developed while kissing Erin.

The moment I pulled away she hiked up her dress and removed her panties. Soft moans followed and I glanced over to see my wife masturbating.

"Mmm, it turns out that being in charge really turns me on, baby," she said. "Your willingness to do as you're told - your eagerness to do so, in fact - makes me even wetter."

"I love doing as I'm told, Erin," I said, releasing a charge of electric pleasure that surged between my legs.

"I know you do. You're a good submissive and you're getting better. I almost never have to belt you anymore, though I will if you disobey me, Dan."

"I know. I know."

She ceased masturbating and leaned over. Her fingers pressed against my lower lip and I opened my mouth to welcome her onto my tongue. The subtle taste of her juices thrilled me as I sucked her fingers clean.

"It turns me on to be in control, Dan, but most of my wetness is for Travis," she said softly. "I didn't know it was possible to cum so hard until I started seeing him, until I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked by a man that likes to take charge in bed, that has a bigger cock than yours, and that uses his cock with far greater skill than you ever could."

Erin pulled her fingers from my mouth, wiped the wetness on my face, and then grabbed my cock through my slacks. She stroked me a little and moaned like she was getting fucked.

"Travis likes fucking me in front of you," she said. "He likes it a lot, in fact. He said it makes the sex hotter to know that you're watching him fuck me better than you ever have. I wasn't sure he'd be into it, but it turns out that he's a perfect fit for me in that way, because I really like making you watch, Dan. I like making you confront the fact that you're nowhere near as skilled as Travis is, that you can't make me cum as hard as he does."

It's such a strange thing to be turned on by humiliation, which is a fairly recent development for me. Submission has thrilled me for quite some time, but the humiliation is an unexpected addition to the repertoire of pleasures I experience. It's not pure arousal, though, as it creates something of a battle with my ego, which would like to cling to the typical definitions of manhood. That's not something I get to do anymore, though, as I surrendered a typical sense of manhood when I asked my wife to take charge of our marriage.

"Sometimes he gets aggressive, you know," Erin continued. "He takes charge completely. He fucks me however he wants to. He fucks me hard. He moves me into whatever position he desires. He pounds my pussy in pursuit of his orgasm and I'm pretty sure that my complete domination of you makes it even hotter to get fucked like that by another man."

I pulled into Travis's driveway and parked. Erin put her panties in my hand and instructed me to put them in my pocket. I did so, got out of the car, and rushed to her side to open the door. I helped my wife out like I was her valet and we walked arm in arm to the front door.

Travis answered in a t-shirt and jeans, though of course he looked exceptionally good, as he always does. Erin stepped away from me and into his arms. They kissed like passionate lovers do, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as their tongues mingled and they moaned, showing their mutual desire.

I watched as Travis lifted the back of Erin's dress and grabbed her bare ass. I thought of how different she seemed from the woman at dinner. She'd seemed like something of a budding corporate titan as she informed me that I'd be transitioning to a house husband. Now she seemed like a desperately horny college girl thinking only of cumming on her boyfriend's cock.

"Dan has something to ask you," Erin said before kissing Travis's neck like an eager seductress.

"Uh, yes, I was hoping that I could...that you'd give me permission to come inside and watch you satisfy my wife," I said while fighting hard against my desire to break eye contact with Travis.

Having been given a great deal of power, my wife's boyfriend smiled at me as Erin kissed his neck and caressed his cock through his jeans.

"Did she go to dinner without panties on?" he asked.

The question caught me off guard, which is why my first response was a slack-jawed stare. I managed a nod, though, and then pulled her panties from my pocket.

"I'll tell you what," Travis said, "you can watch if you wear her panties - and only her panties - while I fuck her."

Erin moaned and kept kissing his neck. She unzipped his pants soon after and her fingers slipped inside. His door was open and while my body was blocking most of what they were doing, I worried that someone would see what was unfolding in the doorway, which meant I needed to make my decision quickly.

It wasn't a hard decision, in truth, and it was largely guided by the fact that I knew Erin wanted me to be there, to watch, to witness her satisfaction with another man's cock inside her, which is why I agreed to do as Travis desired.

"I'll wear them," I said.

He smiled, stepped back, and then pulled Erin's dress over her head as I shut the door.

"Take her bra off," Travis instructed.

I removed my wife's bra as she kissed her boyfriend's neck and stroked his dick, which she'd freed from his pants.

"I'm so fucking horny," she said. "I can't believe how badly I want your dick inside me."

I stepped back and watched Erin loosen his belt and drop his jeans to the floor. His underwear followed and then Erin was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He put a hand on the back of her head, looked directly at me, and smiled.

"Put those fucking panties on," Travis instructed. "Strip and put your wife's panties on while she sucks my dick, and hurry up."

I'm sure you already knew this, but it turns out to be a massively humiliating thing to strip naked and put on a pair of your wife's panties while she's sucking her boyfriend's dick. It's a little more humiliating to do so because it's what her boyfriend wants, because it's what he instructed you to do. It's a different kind of surrender than following her rules, though of course I was, in a way, obeying my wife because I knew she wanted me to be there to watch.

Travis laughed as I put the panties on. My dick was hard and they were uncomfortable, but the fit was decent, which surprised me. Erin has lovely hips and a great ass, though, so her panties aren't tiny.

She spun around on her knees and smiled. "They actually look pretty cute on you, baby," Erin said before reaching out and caressing my cock through the soft lace of her underwear. "I never would have guessed, but they look pretty good and given the situation it actually seems entirely appropriate that you're wearing panties. I mean, you're about to willingly watch as another man fucks your wife to multiple orgasms, so of course you belong in a pair of pretty women's underwear."

Her words sound harsh, but in truth they were delivered with love, like she really did think that I looked good in panties and that I belonged in them while she was having sex with a superior man. Perhaps she was right. I didn't love wearing them, though, as the level of humiliation had risen to something more than I was fully prepared to handle.

Erin might have sensed that, though, as she stood and kissed me softly. Her head turned a little and her lips parted. Her tongue slowly explored my mouth as she grabbed my ass and rubbed it through her panties. She rubbed my cock a little, too, and for a few moments I forgot we were in Travis's house, that I was wearing panties to please my wife's boyfriend, that I would soon be watching her get fucked by another man.

"Don't disappoint me tonight," she said softly. "Remember that your place is to do as you're told."

That turned me on. Massively so, in fact. There's something about being reminded of my place - and using that word in particular - that never fails to excite the submissive part of me.

I followed Erin and Travis to his bedroom. I watched her remove the rest of his clothes before she asked where he kept his condoms. She pulled one from his nightstand, tore it open, and was moments away from rolling it down his cock when she stopped.

Erin looked up at Travis and they both smiled. Then, my wife and her boyfriend turned to me. Erin offered the condom and Travis said, "Put the condom on my cock. Dress me so I can fuck your beautiful wife while you watch."

I stared at the condom. I stood stone still while doing so.

"Do it or leave," Travis said.

I thought of Erin instructing me not to disappoint her. I knew that I'd be punished if I didn't put the condom on Travis's cock. I also knew that by doing so I'd open the door to unknowable future humiliations. I weighed those humiliations against the pain of disappointing Erin and receiving a belting when we got home and I reached out to take the condom from her.

My hand shook as I approached Travis's cock. I'd touched it to remove the condom not long ago, but this felt different. I did it, though. I rolled a condom down another man's cock while my wife kissed his neck and whispered about how desperate she was to feel him inside her. I played my part as her submissive and it wasn't a purely uncomfortable experience.

Erin kindly rewarded me with a kiss before crawling into Travis's bed and spreading her legs. He took his place between them and I instinctively fell to my knees to watch.

My wife stared into her boyfriend's eyes as he guided his cock into her. I watched from the side of the bed, concentrating mostly on her face as another man filled her pussy. She smiled and then moaned. Her face was a picture of pleasure as Travis bottomed out inside her.

"God...your cock feels so good inside me," she said. "It's only been a few days, but fuck I've missed you."

He took one of her breasts in his hand and began to fuck her. He kissed her neck and Erin moaned. She spread her legs a little wider and I sat on my knees and watched my wife completely surrender herself to the man inside her.

It really did seem different from the missionary sex I have with Erin. She seemed freer, like she felt completely comfortable to let go with Travis, though that's precisely how she'd described it, so of course it was different. The fact that it seemed better for her - much better, in fact - contributed to a sense of jealousy, though that soon gave way to a surprisingly deep sense of submission, as if watching from my knees was a submissive act in and of itself. With that sense came pleasure of a sort, and I was surprised to experience growth between my legs, along with a desire to masturbate.

I resisted that desire, of course, and focused all my energy on my wife's pleasure. I listened to her moan. I enjoyed the many looks that washed across her face. I took note of the way her body writhed beneath the man fucking her, of the way she moved, of the way her hands roamed over his body as she neared her climax.

Her climax was as beautiful as any I'd ever witnessed. I leaned in and watched her face. I listened. I noted Travis's delight in making her cum. It was impossible not to notice the sheer power of the orgasm and to appreciate how good it must feel for her to cum like that and why she'd want as much of Travis as she could get.

After a brief recovery period, he resumed fucking her. Travis came as Erin had her second orgasm of the night and I watched my wife and her boyfriend climax at the same time while my dick throbbed but remained entirely untouched.

Once Travis pulled out, Erin looked at me. She smiled and extended her hand. I took it and she rolled towards the side of the bed and pulled me close for a soft kiss.

"Did you enjoy watching?" she asked.

"I enjoyed watching you cum. It was...this was the first time I really appreciated just how beautiful it is to watch you cum that hard. Thank you, Erin, for having me ask Travis for permission to watch."

"You're welcome, Dan, and thank you for being so good while you watched. I would have hated for this night to end with me punishing you."

"I would have hated that, too."

She caressed my face and kissed me again. "As long as you continue to behave yourself, there's every chance this night ends with you having a spectacular orgasm of your own."

"I'd enjoy that very much."

"I'm sure you would. For now, though, why don't you see if there's anything you can do for Travis while he and I cuddle and get worked up for another round."

Her instruction seemed to be a challenge. Could I swallow the gentle humiliation of serving Travis in some manner in exchange for an orgasm instead of a punishment at the night's end? I could, as it turned out, because while watching I'd developed a newfound appreciation for Travis's ability to satisfy my wife.

I asked if there was anything I could do for him. He told me there was laundry that needed folding and dishes in the sink. I nodded and turned to walk out of the room.

"Dan, you can come back and watch again once you finish with the laundry and the dishes," Erin said.

"Thank you," I replied.

I walked out. I set about doing chores for the man that would soon be fucking my wife for a second time that evening. I wore a pair of panties - and only panties - while doing those chores. It was humiliating, but to my surprise my cock remained mostly hard the entire time, which was a surefire sign that I enjoyed myself to a certain degree.

It seemed like a good sign as I was fairly certain that doing chores while Erin got fucked might soon become a great deal more common in my life, and life is very good if you find satisfaction in your work.

As it turns out, I quite enjoyed folding laundry and doing dishes as I listened to another man fuck my wife. It's not something I ever would have thought I'd enjoy, but life is full of surprises, isn't it?