The Best Way

So many stories about this are about the acts of trusted and open infidelity and not the relationship between the pillars of the relationship. The trust and love the two have for each other are the most amazing parts of an open or cuckoled marriage. For me, the sexual part of it is a means to a pleasure that can be felt only a certain way. My wife and I have used hypnosis to enhance and solidify my submission, fantasies and open mindedness and only her sexual desire and limits.
This story takes place after years of perfecting my hypnotic triggers, tweaking my desires and ensuring physical responses worked perfectly.

It's Sunday night close to 11 p.m. and I'm patiently waiting for my wife to come home. This would be the 6th weekend in a row she spent at her boyfriend's. Normally that wouldn't happen. Normally it would be months between but I had an idea. A request, a command to serve her, my sexual desire fulfilled by serving, worshipping her as my Goddess and knowing she was sexually satisfied by her boyfriend. My punishment for this request would be it would last as long as he wanted it too and, to ensure I can't tempt her sexually beyond orally, unable to be erect.
Tonight I expected nothing, only to lay with her, praise her and fall asleep next to her or while rubbing her feet. The opening of the front door made my heart jump but I knew to only act as if she was just coming home from work. Her hand over my shoulder and down my chest, her lips at my ear and my thoughts melted away.  A trigger, not sure which one was used and a second later I was back to "normal."
"Hi honey," she whispered before kissing my ear. She slid around and on to the couch, her feet in my lap. Instead of motioning me to rub them, she curled her finger beckoning me to lean towards her. As I got close she pulled me in and kissed me passionately. Her hands gripping, rubbing, scratching my legs and back. As I attempt to do the same she smacks my hand away.
"Hey," her voice stern and playful, "those aren't yours to touch right now pet. I promised him."
My knees weekend at the disappointment and the arousal. She smiled and bit my lip and kissed me, her hand found my crotch.
With a half tease half disappointed tone she moaned, "... since you can't do anything with this right now baby," a tight squeeze, "...and since I'm enjoying the size difference..." She giggled and moaned slightly, pushing my face down between her legs. My wife, who almost never work dresses and never would dream of going commando, had done just that.
My face hovered inches above her glistening, soaking pussy. The lips were slightly puffy and reddened from having him since Friday night. She had done this before to show she wasn't hurt in anyway and to display power for my sake.
Part of my training was to look her over before begging, "Please, Goddess, my love," holding back some excitement, "please let me lick you, taste you..."
She smiled big and just before my mouth could reach her, my head was pulled back.
"Taste me, or taste him?" Her eyes locked into mine.
"Always, always you my all," without hesitation.
Her smile turned slightly playful and mean, "Really?"
My head pressed down, my open mouth against her lips, on to her clit.
With a mean under her words she teased, "Well, if you are so eager to taste me," my tongue teasing slowly, "knowing you're going to taste him... hmmm," now gently under her clit and being pushed down and in. "I mean this was your idea too," sliding my tongue deep as I can inside her and back up to her rosebud, "...so part of you must like tasting him too, isn't that right pet?"
She knew calling me pet meant I had to agree. This and more had been teased before but using pet meant saying yes meant agreeing. The teasing, humiliation and submission also meant much more arousal for me. She was literally saying this to please me while I lavished her wonderful pussy with my tongue and cleaning the last drops of him in the process.
My head was pulled back at the throat  to meet her glance. Her face part cunning, part intense arousal and part half near orgasm half torturing herself by stopping my tongue. "Isn't that right pet, or could it not be his taste and the taste of...?"
"Yes, yes that's right Goddess..." I interrupted her.
Gently she placed my head back, preventing me from finishing and leaving me wondering if she knew what I meant. For the next few minutes nothing was said. The only communication was glances, moans and hands, pulling, scratching, moving legs or my head. Still, she never lifted the inability to get hard and her breasts stayed off limits until we had finished. Slowly and happily, my lips, tongue and some slight teeth, gently at the lip and over to the bone where the inner thigh connects, a little suction over her clit and licking up and down from ass to just above her rosebud, worshipped her and thanked her again for  going above and beyond what most would do to make me happy in the end by fulfilling my fantasy. I make sure to say those thanks out loud to her as we fall asleep together, arms wrapped around each other, my head on her chest.
As time goes by, there are a few pictures of them, a little video, a few audio recordings and phone calls (most of which done on the same night) were given to me but as amazing as they are, the reward was always her coming back to me. Her going so far out of her way to enhance us and please me, and pleasing herself in the process. Making our marriage stronger.
A few weeks later, she lifted the erection rule and stopped hanging out at her boyfriends. We made love as everyone else would and only occasionally would "pet" be used but only for fun. Both of us fully satisfied by the other. Now the new thing we will have to address is what she's been teasing me with lately and what I taste she think I said yes too.