Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 10

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 I was sitting on the edge of the bed when Walt walked in. I had a stocking bunched up in my hand and I'd just crossed my leg and was about to put it on. I looked up to see my husband staring with his mouth slightly agape.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Can I help?"

"You should really be on your knees when you ask a question like that."

Walt stepped into the room, stopped a few feet short of me, and fell to his knees. I saw a hint of excitement in his eyes as he looked up at me.

"Can I help dress you for tonight?" he asked.

"Would it make you happy to dress me for another man? For a man that fucks me better than you do?"

He nodded.

I handed him the stocking and said, "Yes, you may dress me."

Walt pulled the stocking over my foot and up my leg. He took his time with it - on purpose, I would imagine - and I have to admit that I love the way his fingers felt as they moved up my soft, smooth, freshly-shaved leg.

When he'd finished with one leg I moved to hand him the other stocking and stopped. Instead, I turned to my husband and parted my thighs. He stared between them - as I knew he would - and I reached down to rub my pussy a little.

"I dreamed of Michael last night," I said. "It turns out that going a week without him is enough to make me a little bit desperate."

"What did you dream about?"

I extended my stocking-clad foot and teased my husband's cock through his pants. "I dreamed of tonight, actually. Of Michael being in our house. Of Michael being in our bed, of him fucking me in our bed while you watch. Of you being right there on your knees and watching as another man takes your wife in the bed we share, in the bed we've shared since we got married. I dreamed of you submitting to that humiliation, of you transferring a certain amount of power to Michael in that way."

Walt was hard but I could see just a touch of agony on his face. Michael was due to arrive at our home in less than an hour and my husband wasn't exactly excited about his wife getting fucked in our bed by another man. Or I suppose I should say that he wasn't entirely excited about it. He was turned on, of course, because he loves to submit. He was also anxious because he can't help but worry that his wife is developing an increasing level of affection towards the man she's been having a great deal of sex with.

The thing is, Walt's not wrong. I do feel an increasing level of affection towards Michael. It's the sort of thing I can't control. No one can control it. If Walt was fucking a new woman and she was making him cum in ways he'd never cum before he would feel affection for her. Of course, that's not how our marriage works. I'm the dominant one. I'm the one in control. I'm the one making the rules now and Walt is the one following them whether he likes it or not because he wanted to be dominated. Perhaps not in the manner I've chosen to dominate him, but that hardly matters at this point.

"I woke up from that dream with an exceptionally wet pussy," I said. "I also woke up having made a decision about tonight."

"What...what decision?" he asked.

I smiled and handed him the second stocking. Walt took it and slowly pulled it up my leg. When he'd finished he ran his fingers down my thighs, over my knees, down my calves, and over my toes before looking up at me.

"I'm going to ask Michael to spend the night."

Walt said nothing, though he didn't need to utter a single word for me to understand that he didn't like my decision, that it brought him pain, that it filled him with angst. All of that was on his face and I'm not sure he could have hidden it even if he'd wanted to.

It probably won't surprise you to know that Walt's lack of verbal defiance turned me on. It was, after all, a form of submission. He didn't like my decision but he'd already accepted it. He wasn't going to fight it because he wanted to submit, he wanted to do as I desired even if it brought him pain. My pussy was wet as I sat there and watched him grapple with the angst he felt.

"He's going to sleep in our bed while you sleep in the guest room. He's going to fuck me in our bed and he's going to do so multiple times. You'll get to watch the first time but there's no guarantee you'll get to watch for the second or third time he fucks me. You'll almost certainly hear it, though."

His face was a beautiful array of frustration and pain and pleasure.

"I'm going to offer you a gift. Well, I suppose it's not entirely a gift."

"What is it?"

"I'm going to let you masturbate while you watch and listen to Michael fuck me in our bed. But, you're not allowed to cum. You can play with your cock all you like. You can get hard as a rock. You can drip endless amounts of precum. You will not orgasm, though. You're only allowed to do that when I give you permission."

Again the angst washed over his face. This time, though, I grabbed a handful of his hair, inched my hips forward until my pussy rested at the edge of the bed, and had him worship me.

Walt licked my cunt without me having to say a word. I simply pulled his lips towards it and he went to work. He did a damn good job, too, though by that point in our relationship he knew better than to do anything other than an exceptionally good job when I gave him permission to worship my pussy.

"Now that I think about it, I'm going to do more than give you permission to masturbate while you listen to Michael fuck me in our bed. I'm going to insist that you masturbate, that you edge yourself for as long as he fucks me. I want your mind awash in pleasure as you listen to another man have his way with your wife's body in the bed we share. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said before returning to my pussy.

I held his head in both hands, closed my eyes, and laid back as I imagined Michael on top of me. It was a genuinely blissful period of a few minutes as Walt worked me while I let the fantasy of being fucked by another man in my marital bed wash over me.

I wasn't going to let Walt make me cum, though. I sat up and pushed his head from between my legs. He looked up at me with desperation in his eyes.

"Please, can I make you cum?"

"No."

"Please, Emmy, let me make you cum."

I enjoyed his desperation but I couldn't help but feel a touch of annoyance at the begging. "No, Walt. Not tonight. My pussy is Michael's tonight. He gets to make me cum. He gets to fuck me whenever and however he wants tonight." I smiled. "He's the man of the house tonight."

That caused a bit of pain. Humiliation, I would imagine. How could he not feel humiliated? I'd just told him that he was being replaced for the night. It was true, of course. He was absolutely being replaced by my boyfriend. My gorgeous, generous, well-hung, skilled boyfriend that fucked me far better than my husband ever had.

The sight of his pain aroused me. Not because I'm a sadist, but because Walt took the pain for my pleasure. He took it because he wanted to submit. He took it because offering his submission to his wife was more important - and probably more arousing in the long run - than just about anything else.

"Can I lick your asshole?" he asked.

I couldn't help but smile. I stood and said, "Kiss my feet."

Walt lowered his head and showered my stocking-clad feet with kisses. I watched with my hands on my hips and I felt this intense wave of dominant pleasure. He was like a toy I could do anything I pleased with. It was intoxicating.

"Would it excite you to be able to lick my asshole?"

"Yes, it would," he answered before returning to kissing my feet.

"Then you should probably have to sacrifice something in exchange for licking my asshole," I said as I pondered what I could make Walt do. Then I had an idea. "When Michael arrives I'd like you to welcome him to our home and then thank him for coming over to satisfy your wife in ways you've never been capable of satisfying her."

Walt sat back and looked up at me.

"You know it's true. He fucks me better than you ever have, Walt. I cum harder with his cock inside me than I've ever cum with your cock inside me. He's...well, in so many ways he's more of a man than you are. An alpha male if you prefer that term. An alpha to your beta."

He was turned on, though of course he felt that same painful humiliation.

"I'll turn around, bend over, and let you lick my asshole for a few minutes if you're willing to thank him for being a superior man and for satisfying your wife in ways you've always failed to satisfy her."

Walt gave it real thought, at least based on the look on his face and the long seconds that ticked by before he answered.

"I'll thank him," he said.

I turned around, bent over, and told him he could lick my asshole. He spread my cheeks and went to work. Honestly, it felt good. Really good. I was freshly showered so I wasn't worried about any dirtiness back there and Walt used his tongue with great skill. He ran the thick part of it over my asshole and he moved at a slow, steady rhythm, applying the right amount of pressure as he did so. If you've never had your asshole licked like that I would certainly recommend trying it as I'll bet you'll love it.

"That's enough," I said after five minutes of rimming. I honestly could have enjoyed it for an hour, but I needed to finish getting ready.

I let Walt dress me in the bra and panties I'd picked out. I let him help me into my dress, too. Then I put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup while Walt made the bed.

I was still in the bathroom getting ready when Michael arrived. I instructed Walt to answer the door and do as he'd agreed. He walked out of the room and I followed a few moments later. I waited in our bedroom doorway as Walt welcomed my boyfriend to our home.

"Michael, please, come in," he said. "It's good to see you again."

"You too, Walt."

I heard the front door shut and then someone - Walt, I think - cleared their throat.

"Uh, Michael, I just...I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For...for satisfying my wife in ways I can't. In ways I've never been able to. For being willing to come to our home to do that. I'm just really grateful that Emmy gets to have such good sex. Grateful to you."

My pussy gushed as I listened to my husband humiliate himself at my behest. My nipples were stiff and exceptionally sensitive, too. I was also overcome with desire for Michael in that moment, so I stepped out of the bedroom - I'd finished getting ready - and headed for the front door.

"Well, Walt, I can honestly say that it's been my pleasure to satisfy your wife. Every single moment of my relationship with her has been damn near perfect."

I rounded the corner and both my husband and boyfriend looked at me.

"Wow, Emmy, you're stunning," Michael said.

He stepped closer and I damn near ran into his arms. We shared a long, deep kiss. Our tongues entwined and his cock grew hard enough that I felt it press into my stomach. And yes, my pussy got wetter when I felt his desire for me.

"I've missed you," I said softly. "Desperately, in fact. As you know, Walt doesn't really get it done for me anymore. Not since the first time you fucked me."

Michael enjoyed that. He smiled. His eyes lit up a little. He liked that he was sexually superior to my husband and that I'd made that perfectly clear to both of the men in my life.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised that Walt was willing to let me come over tonight," he said.

"Why is that?" I asked as Michael lifted the back of my dress and grasped my ass in his strong hands.

"Most men - even a cuck like Walt - wouldn't be willing to watch as their wife fucks another man in their bed. Most men wouldn't be able to cope with that."

I kissed Michael's neck and glanced at Walt as I did so. I tried my very best to make my arousal obvious and I'm certain he could see it in my eyes. "Walt's not like most men and I'm not like most women," I said. "Walt knows his place. He wants to embrace his place. He wants to submit to me...and to your superiority."

Walt was hard. I could see the bulge in his pants. I was pretty sure I could see a precum stain in his pants, too.

Michael moved one of his hands from my ass to my crotch. His fingers pushed into my panties and into my pussy. We kissed as he explored my wetness. My thighs trembled from the pleasure coursing through me.

"I want you," I said between moans. "I thought we'd have a drink and maybe talk and fool around a little, but I want you, Michael. I need you."

He fingered me a little more, kissed me deeply, and then said, "I want you too."

"Walt, darling, why don't you lead us to the bedroom."

Michael took my hand and we followed Walt to the bedroom. He stepped inside and immediately moved to his left to give us room. Michael and I kissed again and I unbuttoned his shirt and hastily pulled it off as our tongues danced. I loosened his belt while he kicked off his shoes. I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper and soon enough his cock was free and in my hand.

"You're so hard for me," I whispered as our lips hovered achingly close.

"It's been a week since I had you. I'm desperate for you," he said. "For the pleasure of your pussy, of your body. I'm desperate to fuck you in the bed you share with your husband, Emmy."

"Are you going to make me yours, Michael? Are you going to fuck me in my marital bed and make me yours?"

It wasn't until that moment that I realized just how turned on I was at the notion of being fucked by another man in the bed I shared with my husband. It seemed like a great way to make Walt submit, but it turned out it was also a great way to drive me mad with desire.

"Yes, Emmy, I'm going to make you mine. I'm going to make you mine several times over tonight."

"Sit," I said. Michael backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. I turned to Walt and said, "Undress me for him. Offer him my body. Offer the superior man your wife's body."

Walt seemed to struggle to move for a few moments, but I'm almost certain that's because he was so turned on. He found his way behind me and unzipped my dress. He kissed the back of my neck before he pushed the straps from my shoulders and worked it over my hips and down my legs.

"I love you, Emmy," he said softly. "I'm so glad you get to fuck a superior man whenever you want him."

I looked over my shoulder, smiled, and said, "I love you too, Walt, and I have one more surprise for you."

He looked nervous, and with good reason.

"Would you like to know what the surprise is?"

Walt nodded, though that nervous look hadn't faded.

"Michael and I will no longer be using protection," I said. "We've both been tested and we're clean so he's going to cum inside me from now on."

I saw the pain, the angst, the agony, and of course the arousal. Walt said nothing, though. He simply stood there and stared with a bulge in his pants.

"Get naked, Walt," I instructed. "You're going to masturbate while Michael fucks your wife. You're not allowed to cum - and trust that I will punish you severely if you do - but you will masturbate the entire time he's fucking me. You'll masturbate as he cums inside me, too. If you're very, very lucky I'll give you a quick orgasm after Michael has me this first time. After he makes me his. After he takes me from you in our bed."

Walt stripped as instructed and then fell to his knees. I smiled, caressed his face, and then turned towards Michael.

I sauntered towards him, bent over, and rested my hands on his thighs. We kissed as I ran my fingers up his leg before I grasped his stiff cock and stroked him.

"I want you in my mouth," I whispered.

I fell to my knees. I kissed my way up Michael's stiff shaft. I wrapped my lips around the head. I looked up at him and gave a long, slow, beautiful blowjob.

"Fuck," Michael said softly as he ran his fingers through my hair. He rested his hand on the back of my head and applied just a hint of pressure in a way that made my pussy wetter. It wasn't him trying to fuck my throat. It was him asserting some level of control, though. It was him telling me that he loved how good my mouth felt.

While I love sucking Michael's cock, on that particular night I was far too turned on to do it for long. I needed to feel him inside me. So after a few minutes of cock worship I stood and crawled into the bed.

I rolled onto my back and Michael crawled on top of me. We kissed as he played with my pussy and then his lips made their way over my body, slowly working their way between my legs.

"Oh, fuck," I said as Michael's tongue danced over my clit while he slipped two fingers inside me.

I turned to look at Walt, who was slowly masturbating while on his knees.

"I think he might be better at eating pussy than you are, Walt," I said with a smile. "He really is a superior man."

"You're lucky to have him," he replied, though I saw the agony on his face. It made my pussy wetter.

Michael's stay between my legs wasn't long and I didn't need it to be. I wanted him inside me, so I was grateful when he kissed his way up my stomach, gave each of my breasts a bit of attention, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I reached down to guide his cock - his bare cock - between my pussy lips. I rubbed the head around to get him wet with my juices and then moaned into his mouth as he filled me.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he said.

"It's better without protection, isn't it?"

"It's fucking perfect."

"You never have to use a condom again," I said. "You can have me bare anytime you want. You can have my married pussy and cum inside it whenever you crave it, Michael."

He slowly filled me as I closed my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him. I held him close. He kissed my neck and began to move in and out of me. The sex was better without a condom. The sensations were better. I was also unquestionably turned on at the idea of him cumming inside me. That was a primal thing, too. A woman wants a superior man's cum in her pussy. She can't help but crave it. There's something so fucking hot about that.

I lost myself in the pleasure of having sex with Michael in my marital bed. Having him inside me had been deeply pleasurable since the very first time, but this was better. Much better. It was better because it was in the bed I shared with Walt, who was actively offering his submission as he watched from his knees. It was better because we weren't using a condom. It was better because Michael was going to unleash his seed in my pussy. It was better because he was going to do so in the bed I shared with my husband.

When my orgasm began to build I knew it would be unlike almost any other I'd ever experienced. I could feel it in my loins. I could feel it in the sense of heat and pleasure that spread outwards from my crotch.

"Michael, please, cum inside me," I said as I got close. I wanted to cum with him. I wanted to climax at the same time. "Fuck me hard and cum inside me!"

We came together. We came hard. I know for certain that I came as hard as I've ever cum. Hands down it was the best orgasm of my life.

The pleasure of it continued long past the physical sensations, too. The mental bliss of knowing that he'd cum inside me - that a superior man had cum inside me in my marital bed while my husband watched - had me riding high for quite some time after the orgasm.

"That was...I don't know...that was unbelievable," Michael said as he lifted himself up with his strong arms. His cock remained inside me, though.

I smiled as blissfully as I ever had. "I know." I bit my lip gently. "You're incredible, Michael. I'm so glad we found each other. I'm so glad we can meet each other's needs."

He pulled out and slowly slid back inside me. I was stunned at how good it felt.

It wasn't until Michael had pulled out completely and rolled onto his back that I looked at Walt. His dick was still hard. There was precum on the floor. I won't say that he looked happy, but he wasn't anywhere near as miserable as he could have been.

"You deserve an orgasm," I said.

His face lit up.

I got up and took his hand. I helped him to his feet and led him to the bathroom. I shut the door and turned Walt's body until his legs were pressed against the bathroom counter and his cock hovered over the sink.

I slipped three fingers into my pussy and they emerged covered in Michael's cum. I stepped behind Walt, pressed my lingerie-clad body against his, and took his cock in my cum-covered hand.

"Fuck, please..."

I think he was going to ask me to stop but the pleasure was too much. He didn't want a handjob lubricated by my boyfriend's cum, but he didn't have a choice. Even if he'd asked me to stop I wouldn't have.

I jerked him off into the sink. He came in less than fifteen seconds. He came hard, too. He moaned really loudly in that way a man does when he can't control it. I'm sure he found it humiliating. That was the point, though.

When he'd finished I washed my hands. I kissed him on the cheek. I thanked him for offering his submission. Then I told him to clean up and leave Michael and me in the bedroom. I told him to get the guest room ready for him to sleep in.

I crawled into bed with my boyfriend. I cuddled up next to him. I kissed him. I thanked him for fucking me so skillfully and for cumming inside me.

Walt walked out. I cuddled closer with Michael. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. I smiled at the sheer sense of bliss that had spread through me over the course of the evening. That bliss would only increase, though, as Michael and I fucked twice more that night and once more in the morning. He came inside me each time. Walt jerked off in bed each time. He didn't get to cum again, though. A sub doesn't deserve to cum all that often, after all.

Until next time...