Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 9

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 I was on my hands and knees in the hotel bed. I was facing Walt, who now had two used condoms draped over his cock. Michael was inside me from behind. His hands were on my hips. He was fucking me hard and fast while I stared into my husband's eyes.

"Don't look away," I said as Walt tried to look down. "Watch him fuck me, Walt. Watch Michael fuck your wife. Watch him take me from behind. Watch him fuck my tight married pussy while you're bound to that chair like a fucking cuck should be."

Michael grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled back gently, though his grip was firm. I arched my back and tilted my head. I kept staring at my husband, though, and my pussy tingled with desire. Doggystyle is not the most stimulating position, but in that particular moment I was massively aroused.

"Do you like watching him satisfy me?" I asked.

Walt shook his head.

"Do you like watching him pound my tight married cunt?" I asked.

"No."

I smiled. "Your cock says otherwise."

Walt hated to admit that he was turned on by his cuckolding. It pained him to be asked the question. That's why I asked it. That's why I reminded him that his dick was hard as he watched Michael fuck me.

"I think you do like it. I think you fucking love it. I think you love that you're bound to that chair, that I've given you no choice but to watch as a superior man fucks me."

Walt looked away but I saw his cock bounce in the way it does when he feels a surge of arousal. He was getting off on being cuckolded. He was getting off on being cuckolded while bound to that chair, while unable to walk away. He was being forced into it and he fucking loved it.

"If you admit it I might let you cum before you leave," I said as Michael fucked me harder. "Just say that you're turned on, Walt. Say that you love being cuckolded. Say that you love sitting in that chair like a bound bitch while a superior man takes your wife's pussy and makes it his."

A big drop of precum escaped the tip of his cock and ran down his shaft, settling into his pubic hair. I would have liked to have fed Walt that precum, but I was far too busy being railed by Michael's perfect dick.

"Spank me," I said. "Spank my ass."

Michael didn't hold back. He spanked me hard. It hurt, actually, but in that good way that a spanking can hurt when you have a big dick buried inside you. He delivered a handful of blows and I could feel that the skin of my ass had warmed and probably reddened from his touch. Remarkably, my pussy felt a bit wetter. There really was something exciting about being on my hands and knees and being taken by a man like Michael while my husband watched.

"Admit it, Walt," I said. "Admit that you love this. Admit that you love being bound and forced to watch. Admit that you love that two of Michael's used condoms are resting on your stiff dick. Admit that you love that you can feel the warmth of his fucking load resting against your pubic hair. Admit it."

He wouldn't. He shook his head. His dick throbbed, though. It was entirely possible he didn't like being cuckolded in the slightest. It was possible that the thing he liked was being made to submit to it. I suspect it's a bit of a jumble in the head of a man like Walt. A man who wants to feel submissive but who might feel deeply unpleasant things in the course of being made to submit.

"I'm gonna cum!" Michael announced.

I reached back and rubbed my clit. It was on fire with pleasure. Even the smallest touch was enough to send wave after wave of pleasure through my body. Michael grunted and buried his cock inside me. For the third time that night I was making him cum while Walt watched. For the fifth time that night I had an orgasm with another man's cock inside me.

I couldn't keep my eyes open as I came. I could barely hold myself up. I ended up slowly collapsing onto the bed with Michael staying inside me as he lowered his body on top of mine. He moved to lift himself but I reached back and grabbed his ass, urging him to say. I liked the feel of his weight on top of me. I liked the sensation of having a powerful body on mine, of being enveloped by that body.

"You're an absolute god of a man," I whispered.

"And you're a goddess," he replied.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before Michael pulled out and rolled onto his back. I cuddled up next to him and we kissed as I ran my fingers over his chest. I smiled and whispered to him about how good he fucked me, how good he made me feel, how hard he made me cum. I lured his tongue into my mouth and slowly sucked on it before resting my head on his chest and looking towards Walt.

"Are you ready to admit that you like being a cuckold?" I asked.

He shook his head.

I smiled. There was a part of me that admired how utterly resolute he was. And, to be honest, I wasn't sure he actually liked being cuckolded. As I said, it seemed entirely possible that what he liked was being made to submit to his cuckolding. In truth, that's certainly what turned me on, what made my dominant side come alive.

I removed the used condom from Michael's cock, kissed him, and tied it off. I crawled to the edge of the bed and walked towards my husband. I straddled him without sitting down so he could feel my legs against his, so he had to crane his neck to look up at me.

"You've watched me get fucked three times tonight," I said with a smile. "You've watched me cum five times. You've watched another man - a superior man - cum while in my pussy three times. You've watched me suck that superior man's cock and do so with great passion. You've been a very good submissive, Walt. You've made me very happy, and because of that, you deserve an orgasm."

His eyes lit up for a moment, as I expected they would. He'd been turned on - as evidenced by his relentlessly erect cock – for the majority of the night so of course he wanted an orgasm.

"But, you're a cuckold. You're a submissive. You're in the same room as a man who satisfies my pussy in ways you're genuinely incapable of satisfying me."

I felt Michael's hands on my waist. I felt his lips against my neck. I smiled as I saw a touch of distress in Walt's eyes. I hadn't planned on my boyfriend joining me in that moment, but Michael had impeccable timing.

"Because you're a cuckold, you don't deserve the same kind of orgasm that Michael deserves. You don't deserve to fuck me tonight. You don't deserve to enjoy the pleasure my pussy can provide. You don't deserve to enjoy the pleasure of my mouth, either."

Michael turned my head and kissed me in that moment. He offered his tongue and I offered mine. He played with my tits for a few seconds and then one hand moved down my stomach and between my legs before he slipped three fingers inside me. He was showing Walt that my body was his to play with, to enjoy, to do with as he pleased with. I got exceptionally wet as he showed my cuckold husband that there was a significant difference between the two of them on that particular night.

"Do you see?" I asked Walt as Michael continued to play with my tits and finger me. "You don't deserve what he deserves. Not tonight. Perhaps not ever. He can kiss me when he wants. He can play with my tits. He can finger my pussy. He can fuck me as he desires. You don't get those pleasures. You get to sit there in this chair and watch as I give my body to the superior man in the room, to the man that's made me cum so fucking hard so many times."

"I...I see...I understand," Walt said.

Michael was getting hard again - to my utter amazement, if I'm being honest - and I was turned on again. I wasn't ready to be fucked yet, but I was more than willing to have a little fun while my husband watched.

"Walt...would you like me to get on my knees and suck Michael's cock right here? Would you like it if I gave you a nice close up view of your wife worshiping a superior man's big, beautiful dick?"

Walt shook his head and I smiled, bent over, and draped the third used condom over his cock, adding it to the other two. Michael took the opportunity to smack my ass and I yelped before giving Walt's cock a few slow strokes and watching the desperate need play out across his face.

"I think you do want me to suck his cock while you watch. I think you want to be nice and close as I blow my boyfriend, as I pleasure him, as I show him how much I love his cock and how much it means to me that he's so good at satisfying me."

I dropped to my knees and turned to Michael. He positioned himself so Walt would have a lovely view of the blowjob and then I looked up at him, took his big, semi stiff cock in my hand, and took him in my mouth.

"Your wife gives the most incredible blowjobs, Walt," Michael said. "To me, at least. I imagine it's not quite the same for you. I imagine she's not nearly as motivated to make you feel good. But you can't blame her, can you? You're a cuck. You're a sub. You're not built to fuck her like she needs to be fucked. You're built to submit and support her while she gets fucked by a superior man, as she's made clear so many times tonight."

I was significantly more aroused than I'd expected as Michael humiliated my husband. My pussy was practically gushing with desire and I masturbated a little bit as I blew him. I thought about making him cum in my mouth, though his fourth orgasm of the night might have taken quite some time.

"Your dick is still hard, cuck," Michael continued. "You can deny it all you like, but it seems pretty fucking obvious that you're into this. That you like watching. That you get off on the fact that your wife prefers my cock."

Michael put a hand on the back of my head and began to thrust a little. I don't know if it was pure instinct or if he was trying to show Walt that I'd let another man fuck my mouth - in a way I'd never let my husband do - but I got a little bit wetter.

When he pulled out I turned towards Walt, crawled closer, and kissed him. I stroked his cock as I did. He tried to recoil from the kiss - another man's cock had just been in my mouth, after all - but he couldn't get away. He was bound to the chair. He had no choice.

"Does his cock taste good?" I asked.

"No."

I turned back to Michael and watched him stroke his magnificent dick for a few seconds. Then I crawled a bit closer, dropped down, and took his balls into my mouth. I sucked while looking up at him and he stroked himself, though he was looking at Walt.

"Look at that, cuckold. Your wife is sucking my balls. She's sucking my fucking balls and in a moment she's going to kiss you. She's going to share the taste of my balls with you."

It was like Michael read my mind. I sucked his balls like a good girlfriend would and then turned, crawled towards my husband, and kissed him. Walt tried his best to avoid the kiss, but I was determined and my lips found his before long. My tongue made its way into his mouth and I shared the taste of Michael's balls with him in the most wondrous way. For me, at least.

"Can you cum again?" I asked as I turned to Michael once more.

He nodded.

"I want you to cum in my mouth."

Michael smiled, put a hand on the back of my head, and guided his dick between my lips. He fucked my face - gently, of course - and I sucked hard on his cock. It wasn't long before he was moaning like his orgasm was on the way. Then he came in my mouth. He came hard while I gently sucked on the head.

When he'd finished I turned to my husband. He looked terrified, but of course he did. He thought I was going to force Michael's load into his mouth. I'd considered it, but that was going too far. Walt wasn't ready for that yet. He'd get there, but he wasn't ready for that.

I leaned in like I was going to share it with him, though. Then I grabbed his cock and spit Michael's load all over it. I stroked him using another man's cum. I made an absolute mess of his cock and balls, covering him completely in Michael's sticky seminal fluid and doing so as a look of horror crossed Walt's face. He was still hard as a rock, of course, because he gets off on submitting to my desires, even if my desires are to push him past his comfort zone or humiliate him by covering his cock with a superior man's cum.

I edged him, bringing him right up to his climax before releasing his cock and watching the frustration dance across his face.

"It feels good when I jerk you off with Michael's cum, doesn't it?" I asked.

"No."

"Are you sure, Walt? Your dick is awfully hard and I can tell that you're really, really close to cumming. Are you sure you don't like it when I jerk you off with my boyfriend's thick, creamy load?"

"No, I don't. I don't like it."

"Are you sure? Because it seems like you want to cum, Walt. It seems like you want me to use Michael's load to jerk you off and make you cum? It seems like you'd really enjoy having an orgasm right now."

"I would," he admitted.

"Then just tell me that it turns you on to get jerked off with another man's cum as the lube."

He shook his head. I smiled and picked up the condom Michael had most recently filled. I untied it and looked up at Walt, who seemed quite fearful of what I was about to do.

"Well, you deserve an orgasm, Walt. You've been a very good cuckold. So I'm going to give you a choice. I can place this used, cum-filled condom on your cock and jerk you off until you have an orgasm, or I can cut you free from your restraints and send you home while I spend the rest of the night with Michael."

Walt looked at me and then at Michael, who was watching from the bed.

"If I send you home, you're not allowed to cum and I won't be giving you an orgasm for at least a week. If I make you cum, you can choose whether you'd like to stay or leave."

I was offering him denial or pleasure and I was deeply curious to see which he would choose.

"I...I want..."

I stroked his cock a little more. I teased the head. I watched him close his eyes and moan from the pleasure.

"I want to cum," he said so softly I almost didn't hear it.

"Say it louder, Walt."

"I want to cum."

"Say that you want to cum into one of Michael's used condoms."

He looked at me. There was agony on his face. My pussy got wet. I was pushing him. I was pushing his boundaries. I was making him embrace the unpleasantness of submission. I was making him do exactly as I wanted without a care in the world for what he wanted.

"I want to cum into one of Michael's used condoms."

I put the condom on my husband's cock. I gripped the base to make sure that Michael's cum didn't leak out and then I gave him a swift handjob. Walt came in less than thirty seconds. His body thrashed as he climaxed. He pulled against the restraints and moaned wildly and loudly with his eyes closed. He filled the condom with a remarkably big load as his cock pulsed and his balls jumped in their sack.

He looked exhausted when the orgasm was over and I pulled the condom free and tied it off once more. His cock was coated in thick layer of cum. It looked white and sticky and messy and it delighted me.

I considered leaving it that way, but it would have been a spectacular mess, so I got up, got a wash cloth, and cleaned him up, though I left the two remaining used condoms draped over his pubic area.

I tossed the wash cloth back in the bathroom and crawled into bed with Michael. He wrapped his strong arms around me and we shared a deep kiss.

"That was really hot," he said.

"I know, right?"

We both looked towards Walt, who seemed to have settled into a sense of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Walt, honey, would you like to go home, or would you like to stay and watch as Michael and I have a little more fun before we go to sleep?"

"I'd like to stay," he said.

"Just like a good cuckold."

I kissed Michael. He touched my body. I touched his. We made out for quite some time, actually. I got him hard again. I gave him head again. We fucked again. He came again. I draped the used condom over my husband's crotch again.

We ordered room service - and kept Walt bound to the chair - and spent a few hours relaxing with each other. I fed Walt some of the room service food, too, as he was hungry and he deserved to have a little bit to eat.

Michael had the energy to fuck me once more before the night was over, so I let him have me. This time he took from behind while I was pressed up against the sliding glass door. It proved much hotter than I expected and I came pretty fucking hard right before he did.

I gave Walt another used condom handjob and then cut him free and told him he could leave or he could sleep on the couch. He chose to sleep on the couch as Michael and I curled up in bed together.

We fucked again in the morning, of course, doing so while Walt was on his knees next to the bed with his hands bound behind his back. I don't think he liked watching from so close, but I don't really care.

All told, it was a spectacular night of the most intense pleasure and it provided me with some of the best orgasms of my life as I pushed Walt deeper into submission and explored my unyielding desire for sex with Michael.

I think I'm going to invite Michael to our home at some point in the near future. I want Walt to experience what it's like to no longer be the man of the house for a little while. I want him to have to submit to that. I want to see what happens.

I can't wait to tell you all about it.