Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 11

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"How did you sleep?"

It was early on a Saturday morning. Walt had spent the night in the spare bedroom. Michael - my boyfriend - had spent the night in our marital bed. I'd slept naked in his arms, something I'd taken to doing when he slept in our bed.

In that moment, as I sat at our kitchen table with my husband, I was clothed in a satin robe. It was short and featured a delicate lace trim. I had nothing on underneath. I could have worn something more demure, but I wanted to tease Walt.

"Not well," he answered. "I never sleep well when I'm in the guest room."

I smiled. "Does that mean you'd prefer if my boyfriend didn't spend the night?"

Walt nodded. "Yes, that's what I would prefer. You know that, though."

I did know that. Walt had been clear about that on numerous occasions. Of course, the fact that my husband wasn't enthusiastic about my boyfriend spending the night was a part of what made it so pleasurable to me. You see, Walt didn't like it, but he never protested. Instead, he offered his submission. He found pleasure in doing so, though it wasn't without discomfort, as is so often the case for a submissive man that's married to a demanding domme like me.

"Could you hear us fucking?" I asked.

Walt nodded.

I lifted my foot and placed it between his legs under the table. I saw his desire to move back and prevent me from being able to stimulate his cock, but Walt resisted that desire for he understood that his cock is mine to play with if I choose.

"Did it turn you on to hear me and my boyfriend fucking in our marital bed, Walt?"

He looked away as I worked his cock with my toes.

"Walt, answer the question."

My husband nodded.

"And did you masturbate while you listened to another man fuck me in our bed?"

He nodded again.

"And did you cum?"

"No," he answered softly.

I massaged his cock with my toes until he had a raging erection and then pulled my foot away. I pushed my chair back, angled it towards Walt, and slowly spread my legs. He stared between them - as I'd hoped he could - and I made certain that my pussy wasn't quite in view.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked.

I smiled. A submissive loves to please his domme's pussy and I was thrilled that it was Walt's first thought upon seeing my milky white thighs.

"At some point, yes, but right now I'd like a foot massage."

Walt moved his chair closer, bent over, and gently lifted one of my feet until it rested on his thigh. His fingers went to work providing the relaxation I sought and I closed my eyes for a moment and appreciated the fact that my husband was happily offering me a foot massage while my boyfriend slept in our marital bed after a night of offering me the sexual satisfaction I'd come to crave.

I opened the top of the robe a little and smiled as Walt's gaze moved to my breasts. He didn't stop massaging my feet, of course, but I was more than happy to reward him with a glimpse of my tits. I took one in my hand and squeezed it softly while moaning. I watched Walt lick his lips - in an involuntary manner, if I had to guess - as he kept on massaging me.

"When was the last time I let you worship my breasts?"

"A week, I think."

He kept on rubbing my feet and I kept on playing with my tits. I played with my pussy, too, masturbating slowly and doing so almost exclusively to tease my husband, though of course it felt good to rub my clit.

"Are you hard, Walt?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Because it turns you on to watch me masturbate?"

He nodded.

"And because it turns you on to make me feel good by rubbing my feet?"

"It turns me on to serve you," he answered.

I smiled. "It feels good to hear you say that, Walt, and it feels even better when you serve me in ways that are difficult for you. I appreciate that about you, you know. It turns me on, in fact. Knowing that you were almost certainly listening and struggling last night as Michael fucked me in our marital bed made the orgasms I had even stronger. It made my pussy wetter. Knowing that you were likely struggling with the idea that Michael was going to flood my pussy with his cum yet again made me want him to cum inside me even more."

I'd gotten to a place where Walt's angst - that feeling a submissive cuckold has when his wife has great sex with another man - turned me on. It made my pussy wet to see that touch of agony on his face. Of course it helped that I knew that some part of Walt was aroused by all of it, even if his arousal wasn't pure. I liked that it wasn't pure. I liked that it was tainted by a touch of agony. I liked it a great deal.

"Come here, Walt. Come and worship my breasts."

I pulled my feet from his lap and Walt slid off his chair and onto his knees. He crawled closer and I spread my legs to welcome him between them. I opened my robe fully and a moment later my husband's lips encircled one of my nipples.

I ran my fingers through his hair, over his neck, and down his back as he worshiped my breasts. I told him how good it felt. I told him how much I enjoyed his worship. I told him how much it meant to me that he continued to offer his submission even though it sometimes hurt him to do so.

"Put your fingers inside me," I said after a few minutes of blissful breast worship.

Walt's fingers entered my pussy and I moaned. He did too, presumably because he'd discovered how exceptionally wet I was.

"Can I worship your pussy?" he asked.

"No," I answered. "Michael's going to fuck me again before he leaves. My pussy is for him. Not you."

The angst on his face turned me on. Walt probably could have made me cum if he'd rubbed my clit just a little - and I probably wouldn't have stopped him - but he didn't. Perhaps because he knew better. After all, I'd have been a little disappointed with him for not letting Michael be the one to get me off.

"You can worship my pussy after Michael has his way with me."

Walt looked up at me as his fingers moved in and out of my wet pussy. "Isn't Michael going to cum inside you?"

I nodded.

"I don't think I'd enjoy that," he said.

I smiled and caressed his face. I leaned forward and kissed my husband softly. "You know it turns me on to make you do things you're not necessarily excited about," I whispered. "You know it makes my pussy tingle when you submit to me in that way."

"I know."

To be honest, I hadn't really thought about making Walt lick another man's cum out of me. In that moment, though, I was thinking about it. I could see why he wouldn't want to do that. I could see why he'd hate it, in fact. Cum isn't exactly a pleasant thing to have in your mouth and Walt is a straight man who likely found the idea utterly revolting.

It's unfortunate for my husband that I'm the kind of domme that I am. I'm not interested in being cruel to him, though, so I decided to show a bit of mercy.

"We'll start slow," I said before kissing him. I parted my lips and offered my tongue for a few moments. It was enough to make him moan, which was precisely what I wanted. "I won't make you eat his cum today. I will make you tend to my clit, though. I will make you kiss my pussy lips. I will make you get up close and personal with my pussy after another man fucked me and came deep inside me."

I found Walt's cock with my toes and teased him through his pants. I studied his face and witnessed an intoxicating mixture of excitement and fear.

"I am going to make you clean his cum out of me at some point, though," I said before kissing my husband deeply. "That's not something I've ever considered before, Walt, but now I can't stop thinking about it."

We kissed again. We made out, really, kissing for a few minutes with Walt on his knees with his fingers in my pussy, his other hand exploring my breasts, and my toes teasing his cock through his pants. I got wetter the longer it went on, in part because I was thinking about how much I was going to enjoy having my husband between my legs after Michael had cum inside me.

We only stopped when I heard the bedroom door open. Michael was awake.

"Pour two cups of coffee, Walt," I instructed. "One for me and one for the man that slept in our bed last night."

Walt stood and I admired the tent in his pants and the small precum stain. I'd done a good job teasing him. I stood and turned just as Michael stepped into the kitchen doorway. My robe was open and he smiled as he stared at my body, which was almost entirely exposed.

Michael held out his hand and I approached. He pulled me close and my breasts pressed into his body as our lips met. I felt an entirely different kind of desire - the kind a woman feels when her pussy is suddenly quite eager to be filled with her boyfriend's cock - as my tongue mingled with Michael's.

I felt him get hard, though he'd ambled to the kitchen in his boxer shorts, so his erection was exceptionally obvious. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his underwear and stroked him as I lured his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. He grabbed my ass through my robe and gave it a good squeeze. I felt his strength and confidence. I felt his desire and I'm quite certain he felt mine.

"Good morning," I said softly. "Walt made us coffee. He's pouring two cups right now."

I stepped back, took Michael's hand, and led him into the kitchen. He sat and I sat in his lap. His hand moved to my bare stomach and his fingers made their way towards my breasts.

Walt approached the table with a mug in each hand. Michael grasped one of my breasts and I turned to kiss him deeply as my husband set the mugs on the table in front of us.

The kiss lingered for a bit and when I came up for air Walt was standing just a few feet away with his hands clasped behind his back. "I made the coffees as you like," he said. "Let me know if you need anything else."

Michael had stayed over a handful of times by that point and I was genuinely thrilled that Walt had committed my boyfriend's preferred coffee order to memory.

"Thank you, Walt," Michael said with one hand on my breast. He picked up his mug, took a sip, and set it down. "It's perfect."

I sipped my coffee and it too was perfect. "I'm impressed, Walt. Most men in your situation wouldn't make such an effort to please their wife's boyfriend."

Walt looked down at his feet for a few seconds and then met my gaze. "I want to make you - both of you - happy."

I knew that was the case - submissive men yearn to make their wives happy - but it was Walt's willingness to utter those words in Michael's presence that impressed me. It must have been humiliating, which meant my husband had willingly suffered - in a small way - for my pleasure.

"Walt, darling, I think you deserve a small reward," I said. "Michael's going to fuck me as soon as we finish our coffees, but that allows for more than enough time for you to get on your knees and worship my pussy a little. You could ensure that I'm nice and wet for when my boyfriend's big cock slides deep into me. Would you enjoy that, Walt? Would you enjoy preparing your wife's pussy for her boyfriend's cock?"

Walt shook his head.

"Are you sure?" I asked as Michael kissed my neck. "Because you wanted to worship my pussy, Walt, and I'm giving you the chance to do so. You just have to get on your knees, crawl between my legs, and put your tongue inside me. You can taste me. You can pleasure me. You can make sure that I'm soaking wet for when Michael takes me back to our bedroom, puts me in our bed, and has his way with me."

Walt looked down at his feet. He seemed embarrassed, but his cock was still hard as a rock. Some part of him wanted what I was offering. Some part of him enjoyed that I was taunting him.

"Get on your knees, Walt," I instructed. "Right now."

Walt fell to his knees just like a good submissive.

"Now crawl closer. Crawl between my legs and Michael's."

I knew it was harder for him because I was sitting in Michael's lap. I knew that my husband wasn't excited about crawling between my boyfriend's legs just so he could be between mine. That's why I wanted him to do it.

He did, too. He crawled closer. He looked at my pussy. He looked up at me. He looked at my breasts.

"Kiss my thighs," I instructed.

Walt kissed my thighs as I kissed my boyfriend. I had Michael's tongue in my mouth and hands on my breasts and my husband's lips on the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. It was exquisite.

"Doesn't he look good down there?" I asked Michael.

"He does. It's like that's where he belongs."

The longer we'd been together, the more Michael had gotten into playing his part as the man that fucked me better and far more often than my husband did. I can't say that I'm surprised. After all, what man - especially an alpha type like Michael - wouldn't be into the fact that a married woman preferred his cock over her husband's cock?

"It is where he belongs," I replied. "Especially when I'm with you. You're more of a man than him, Michael. That's why Walt's cock doesn't get to enjoy my pussy with any kind of frequency. That's why he sleeps in the guest room and I invite you into our bed. That's why I'm eventually going to make him lick your cum out of my pussy after you deposit it deep inside me."

Michael liked that. He liked it quite a lot. So much so that he squeezed my breast hard and kissed me with great vigor. I moaned into his mouth, reached down, grabbed a handful of Walt's hair, and pulled him to my pussy. His tongue pushed inside me and I moaned at how fantastically good it felt to be kissing my boyfriend while my husband tended to my needy cunt.

Walt stayed on his knees for quite a while. He stayed there while Michael and I had our coffee. He stayed there while we talked and made out. He stayed there because I'd ordered him to do so. He kept his tongue in and around my pussy for most of the time, too. It was an exquisite display of his submissive nature. I know he didn't like being between Michael's legs. I know he did it anyway and he did it because I wanted it.

Eventually, I ordered Walt to his feet and he stood and put his hands behind his back. My pussy was soaked, my body was humming with desire, and all I wanted in that moment was to get fucked by my boyfriend.

"Michael's going to take me to our bedroom now, Walt. He's going to fuck your wife while you enjoy your coffee here in the kitchen. He's going to cum inside me. When he's done, I'm going to call you to the bedroom. I'm going to instruct you to worship my pussy. You're going to do as you're told."

Walt nodded. I could have pushed for a verbal confirmation, but it wasn't necessary.

I stood and Michael joined me. He took my hand. We went to the bedroom I share with my husband. He took off my robe, picked me up, and put me in the bed. He stripped as I played with my pussy. He stroked his cock while standing at the edge of the bed and I told him I needed his cock inside me.

We were fucking not long after. It was great sex, fueled in part by the build up in the kitchen. I came twice and both orgasms were exceptionally satisfying. I was a little louder than I needed to be, mostly because I wanted Walt to hear.

Michael came inside me as I desired. We were fucking in missionary. He fucked me hard and fast right before his climax and then grunted and groaned in that way a man does as he's expelling his seed. I held him close as he came and for a few minutes afterwards. I wanted him to stay inside me. I liked that feeling.

Eventually he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me. I crawled between his legs, took his cock in my mouth, and sucked him clean. It was oddly thrilling, though that was at least in part because I intended on kissing Walt as soon as he came in the room and I wanted that kiss to be flavored a little differently than he was expecting.

"Walt, darling!" I called out after sucking my boyfriend's cock clean.

Just a few seconds later Walt appeared in the doorway. I was lying on his side of the bed. I beckoned him closer. I lifted my head. We kissed. Deeply.

I played with Walt's cock through his jeans as we kissed. He moaned into my mouth. I'm not sure if he could taste Michael's cock or cum, but I suspect that he got at least a little hint of it.

"I want to cum again, Walt. I want your tongue to provide the orgasm. First, though, I want you to kiss all around my pussy. I want you to kiss my pussy lips, too. And yes, you're going to taste a little of Michael's cum in the process, but you'll just have to make peace with that."

"Was it...was it him I tasted on your tongue?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

Walt shook his head, though I could see that he was not exactly happy about the fact that I'd made him taste Michael's cum without his consent. That little act of domination had my pussy eager for another orgasm, though.

"Make me cum, Walt."

He moved between my legs. He settled onto his stomach. He kissed my thighs. He kissed my pussy lips. I'm sure he tasted a little of Michael's cum because I could see the displeasure on his face when it hit his tongue.

"You're going to enjoy it when I make him eat your load out of me, aren't you?" I asked Michael.

He inched closer to me and kissed my neck. "I am. I'd enjoy it if you made him eat it off of you, too."

I smiled. "Off of me?"

"Off your breasts. Off your stomach. Off your ass."

I turned to Michael. "Are you saying you'd like to cum on my tits, Michael?"

He nodded. "I'd like that very much."

You know you're enjoying your relationship with a man when you like the idea of him cumming on your tits. "We'll have to do that, then," I said before kissing him. "And of course I'll make my husband clean it up."

We kissed again as Walt turned his attention to my clit. I knew he wasn't happy with the notion of cleaning my boyfriend's cum. It turned me on, though, which meant I was happy with it, which meant that my husband would eventually be cleaning quite a bit of my boyfriend's cum.

I came while thinking about that. I came hard, too. Not quite as hard as when Michael fucked me, of course, but hard.

It wasn't all that long before Walt was cleaning cum out of and off of me. I'll tell you about that next time.