Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 8

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 It would be fair to say that Walt was not excited about watching Michael fuck me.

I couldn't really blame him. He'd gotten to the point where he was willing to admit that being cuckolded excited him, but having to witness his cuckolding was something else entirely.

I'm sure some of you have fantasized about witnessing your wife cumming on another man's cock. Walt wasn't like that. Walt hadn't ever fantasized about being cuckolded. He'd simply fantasized about being dominated and his fantasy was unfolding in a manner he wasn't entirely comfortable with.

As you know, that's the part of it that turned me on the most. That's where my inner domme found its pleasure. In getting Walt to submit to something beyond his comfort level. In getting him to do something he didn't want to do because that desire to submit was so great.

Michael booked the room and gave me the information so I could check in. Walt drove us to the hotel and I noticed he was squeezing the steering wheel a little harder than usual.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" I asked. It was the first time that week that I'd addressed his nervousness, though it had been obvious for days.

"I don't...maybe...I'm not sure."

"You are," I said. "That's okay. You probably should be nervous, Walt. Tonight, you're going to witness something most married men would hate to witness. You're going to watch another man fuck me, but more than that, you're going to watch your wife have great sex with another man."

He squeezed the wheel hard and took a deep breath.

"You're also going to see me treat Michael in a way I don't usually treat you. He's been very generous, after all, so he deserves certain pleasures that are no longer yours to enjoy. Not since you became my submissive."

That seemed to bring him a touch of pleasure. I could only see his face in profile as we drove, but the anxiousness softened.

"That's what you are, you know. My submissive. You do as you're told. You obey. You sacrifice for my pleasure. That's what you're going to do tonight. I'm not making you watch because I'm cruel. I'm making you watch because it turns me on. I'm making you watch because it turns Michael on. He likes knowing that he's fucking another man's wife. He likes knowing that he's satisfying another man's wife. He likes knowing that he fucks me better than you do."

I'll admit I was being a little cruel, but it turned me on. I was wet as I teased Walt, as I dominated him. So, I leaned over and I stroked Walt's cock through his jeans. When we pulled up to a red light I unbuckled my seat belt and kissed his neck as I stroked him. I offered him a bit of erotic kindness and gave him a lovely erection in the process.

"Michael bought me new lingerie for tonight," I whispered. "You're going to dress me in it when we get there. You're going to make sure that I look perfect for him, just like a good submissive should."

He groaned, though I honestly couldn't tell if it was a groan of pleasure or pain. Either way, it thrilled me to hear it.

I did a little teasing for the rest of the drive and rewarded Walt with a deep kiss once he found a parking spot at the hotel. I then told him to get my bag and headed for the lobby. Walt hurried to the trunk and then hurried after me to catch up. He did so as I was checking in. I looked back and smiled at him. He looked nervous in a way I found kind of cute.

Walt followed me to the elevator and I pushed the button for our floor. I pulled him close for a kiss and let my tongue explore his mouth. I moaned for my husband, though I'll admit that I was thinking about Michael as I did. He was really looking forward to fucking me while Walt watched. We'd talked a few times that week and we'd masturbated over the phone once while I talked about how I couldn't wait for him to put my husband in his place, to fuck me to multiple orgasms while Walt watched like a good cuckold.

I strode out of the elevator and towards our room with Walt trailing behind. I let myself in and smiled as I noted that Michael had spent the extra money to get a bigger room than the one we'd had last time. The view was better, too.

"Take my clothes off," I instructed as soon as the door closed behind Walt.

He set my bag down, hurried towards me, and removed my clothing piece by piece. I smiled and rewarded him with a few soft kisses as he followed my instructions and I was thrilled to see a tent in his pants when he was finished.

"Now strip."

Walt removed his clothes and I took his cock in my hand.

"Are you a cuckold?"

He nodded.

"And do you like being cuckolded? Does it turn you on when I tell you about how much I enjoy Michael's cock? Does it turn you on when I tell you that he fucks me better than you?"

"Yes," Walt admitted, though his voice was quiet.

"And do I deserve to be fucked by a man like Michael? Do I deserve the generosity he shows me? The gifts. The high end hotels. The meals at the most exquisite restaurants. Do I deserve all of that, Walt?"

He nodded. "Yes, Emmy. You do. You're...you're a goddess. You deserve everything you want."

It's nice to be called a goddess. Enthralling, even. "Worship your goddess," I whispered.

Walt fell to his knees and leaned forward. His mouth found my pussy and I grabbed a handful of his hair as he worshiped. His tongue did wondrous things to advance my already considerable arousal and he offered extra pleasure by running his hands over the backs of my thighs and gently squeezing my ass.

I could have cum, but Walt didn't deserve to make me cum that night. That was Michael's pleasure. So I stepped away once I was wet and enormously aroused and ordered Walt to retrieve the lingerie set from my bag.

Michael had purchased a teal and pink bra, panty, and garter belt set from Fleur du Mal, a high end lingerie brand. The set likely cost something in the neighborhood of $400, though I hadn't looked it up.

Though it might seem insane to spend so much money on lingerie, I can assure that a woman does feel sexier in high end lingerie. It might just be that she knows it costs a great deal of money and thus she feels cherished by the man that spent that money, but it's also higher quality. It fits better. It looks better. It's exquisite in every way, and I truly felt like a goddess as Walt dressed me in the lingerie while I stood by the hotel's window and looked out at the beautiful view.

"How does it feel to dress me so another man can fuck me?" I asked as Walt dropped to his knees to help me step into the panties.

"Humiliating," he answered.

I couldn't help but smile, both at his honesty and at the sudden rush of pleasure I felt at my husband's willingness to endure humiliation for my pleasure. "I suppose it is humiliating, isn't it? Michael has proved far more adept at fucking me than you, and thus you've been reduced to a servant of sorts on a night like tonight. You eat my pussy to get me nice and wet. You dress me in the lingerie he bought me. Then you get tied to a chair that's pointed right at the bed in which I'm going to have multiple orgasms on Michael's cock."

Agony and pleasure danced across Walt's face as he looked up at me while pulling the delicate, perfect panties up my legs.

"First, though, I'm going to worship Michael's cock." Walt looked away for a second and I'm fairly certain he let out a gentle groan. I reached down, lifted his chin until he was looking up at me, and smiled. "A man like Michael deserves to have his cock worshiped by the woman he dotes on, by the woman he's so generous with. So he's going to sit on the edge of the bed and I'm going to get on my knees for him and show him how much I appreciate him and his generosity."

Walt grabbed the stockings - they were sheer and nude-colored, per Michael's request - and I moved to the edge of the bed to sit while he pulled them up my legs.

"Is it...does the generosity...does all of that really turn you on?" he asked.

I watched him carefully pull the stocking up my leg and for a moment appreciated that Walt was putting in genuine effort to be a good cuckold. He was taking his time. He was making sure not to cause a run in the stocking.

"I know it might be a little cliché, but it does feel nice when a man is generous in the way Michael has been. I like it when he buys me beautiful things to wear for him. I like eating at the finest restaurants. I like staying in hotel rooms I couldn't otherwise afford. It does make him more attractive."

Insecurity washed over Walt. I could see it on his face. It was perfectly understandable, though. Michael was considerably more successful than my husband. I wasn't for lack of trying on Walt's part, but his career simply hadn’t followed a path that would lead to the kind of money Michael seemed to have.

I was tempted to soothe that insecurity, to tell Walt that he was my husband and Michael was just a fling. It was true - I wasn't going to leave Walt for Michael - but I found a certain kind of pleasure in letting Walt stew in that insecurity for a while. I'd tell him when the night was over, but not until then.

"You deserve everything he gives you," Walt said as he leaned forward and kissed my leg. "You really do."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Yes, I do. I deserve everything you give me, too. I deserve your submission, your sacrifice. I deserve your devotion and adoration."

"Yes, you do," he said with genuine pleasure on his face. Walt is, after all, a submissive, and when the cuckolding is removed it's almost entirely pleasurable for him to serve me.

Walt pulled the second stocking up my leg and I stood so he could adjust them and attach the garters. He put on the heels I'd brought with me and I gave myself a once over in the bathroom mirror to make sure everything looked good.

"You did a wonderful job," I said as I stepped into the room and smiled at Walt, who remained on his knees by the foot of the bed. "You've made me look perfect for my boyfriend. He's going to find it impossible to resist me."

I approached my husband, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled his lips to my pussy once more. He looked up at me without doing anything, just like he was supposed to. I never gave him permission to worship. I simply enjoyed looking down at him while his face was between my legs. I enjoyed that dominant feeling.

"Sit in the chair," I said.

Walt got up and sat in the chair with the wooden arm rests. He placed his hands on them and I retrieved the zip ties I'd bought for the occasion. I'd considered handcuffs but four pairs seemed excessive. I'd considered rope, too, but I don't know much about bondage and knots so I figured something simpler was better.

The zip ties were remarkably easy to use and in just a few minutes Walt's wrists and ankles were bound to the chair. I made sure he had room to move a little - I didn't want to cut off circulation - and then I grabbed my phone, crawled into the bed, and took a few lingerie selfies to send to Michael.

I sent off the pictures, let him know that my husband was bound to the chair, and told him that I couldn't wait to have his cock in my mouth.

I got an enthusiastic response - Michael sent it while waiting at a red light - and then I put my phone aside, looked at Walt, and ran my hands over my body. I told my husband how excited I was to spend the night with another man's cock inside me. I told him how much it turned me on to know that Walt would be watching, that he'd have no choice but to witness his wife's pleasure. I told him that I'd be disappointed if I looked over to see his eyes closed at any point, that I expected him to watch no matter how agonizing it was.

To my delight, Walt was mostly hard as I teased him. When Michael texted to let me know he'd arrived at the hotel, I got out of the bed and stroked Walt's cock until he was throbbing just to make sure he was stiff when my boyfriend walked in.

A few minutes later there was a gentle knock at the door. I smiled, gave Walt a soft kiss, and moved to answer it.

I opened the door confidently and struck a pose. I didn't care about someone else seeing. I wanted Michael to get an eyeful of the lingerie he'd bought for me. His smile - and the excitement in his eyes - was everything I wanted. The kiss we shared as he stepped into the room was electric and his cock got hard for me in almost no time.

"Emmy, you look perfect," he said.

We kissed again and then I took his hand and led him into the room. I imagine he was staring at my ass, which looked amazing when framed by the garters. His hands were on me mere moments after I stopped at the foot of the bed. He kissed my neck and played with my tits and I hoped he was looking at Walt while doing so.

"Michael, this is my husband," I said.

Walt looked away for a moment, but his eyes quickly found their way back. I hoped he'd thought of my instructions that he was to watch.

"It's nice to meet you, Walt," my boyfriend said as he ran a hand down my stomach and rubbed my pussy through my panties.

Walt stared between my legs and his dick throbbed. I had no idea what he was thinking - I wasn't paying too close attention to him, to be honest, because I was desperate for Michael by that point - but I hoped Walt was feeling more arousal than agony.

"It's nice to meet you too," he said quietly.

I spun around in Michael's grasp and we kissed as I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers over his muscular chest. I pulled his shirt off and kissed his neck while working to remove his pants. His underwear followed and I pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I kissed my way down his chest and gently fell to my knees. I removed his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.

I looked up at Michael as I ran my hands up his thighs. I crawled closer and leaned in until my lips were pressed against the head of his cock. I kissed it a handful of times while holding his gaze and he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I've been thinking about this all week," I said.

"Yeah?"

I smiled. "I want my husband to see how good you make me feel. I want him to see how good I make you feel. I want him to see how eager I am to make you feel good."

"Why don't you show him?" Michael asked. "Why don't you show him how much you like to suck my cock?"

My pussy tingled. I liked it when Michael talked to me like that. I liked the confidence that oozed out of him as he uttered those words. I smiled and I took him in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I sucked him slowly. I gave him pleasure. I played with his balls. I genuinely worshiped his cock and it felt so fucking good to do so while Walt watched.

"Are you watching, Walt?" Michael asked.

"Yes."

"And how does it make you feel to see your wife pleasuring me like this?"

Michael moaned before Walt could say a word. He moved a hand to the back of my head and applied gentle pressure. He wanted me to take more of him in my mouth. He wanted me to prove that I was eager to worship him. He wanted me to go just a little past my comfort zone.

I liked those little moments of submission with Michael. It wasn't anything significant, but there was something deeply pleasurable about giving him what he wanted even if it was a little bit uncomfortable for me. So I took more of him in my mouth. I very nearly gagged, but I controlled it and kept on swallowing. Michael moaned again and then released my head.

"You never answered him, Walt," I said as I looked back at my husband while stroking my boyfriend's cock. "How does it make you feel to see me pleasure him in a way I no longer pleasure you?"

"It...it feels...it feels good and bad. It's...it's fucked up. I don't know. It...it turns me on. It's also embarrassing."

I looked up at Michael, smiled, and then dropped down to take his balls in my mouth. I slowly stroked his cock while sucking on his testicles and I could see the absolute delight on his face. Every man likes having his cock played with while a woman sucks his balls, but Michael was experiencing the enhanced pleasure of all of that happening while the woman's husband watched.

"Will you fuck me, Michael? Will you fuck me while my husband watches?"

Michael smiled and nodded and I got up and retrieved a condom to dress his cock. Once I'd done so, we kissed at the foot of the bed before Michael picked me up, turned around, and laid me on my back. He crawled on top and I guided his cock inside me. I glanced at Walt to see agony and arousal on his face as he watched another man's dick fill his wife's pussy.

That moment was intensely arousing for me. Much more so than I thought it would be, honestly. It always feels good when Michael enters me for the first time, but it was so much hotter because Walt was watching, and of course it was made better by the fact that Walt wasn't especially happy to be watching. He was offering his submission to me despite his misgivings, which is what really drove me wild.

"Fuck me, Michael," I implored. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me while my husband watches. Show him that you fuck me better than he does. Show him that you make me cum harder than he does."

The sex that followed was the best I'd ever had up to that point. Michael was clearly inspired by Walt's presence in the room and he delivered a world class performance. He started with slow, deep thrusts while we shared the most incredible, passionate kisses. His hands moved all over my body, caressing my legs in the stockings, grabbing my ass while my hips rocked back, and playing with my tits, among other things.

Every so often he would fuck me hard and fast, pressing his hands into the bed for leverage and pounding me while I unleashed a series of moans in the same rhythm of his thrusts. Then he'd slow down and kiss me deeply while his cock continued to fill me, keeping me in a state of bliss while not quite pushing either of us over the top.

There were times when I couldn't think straight enough to say anything - when the pleasure was so intense - but during those slow periods I made sure to tell Michael how good it felt to have him inside me, how much better he fucked me than my husband, and how much it turned me on that he was showing Walt what it looked like when his wife was properly fucked.

Eventually - it was probably a solid ten minutes of beautiful sex - we came together. I got there a few seconds before Michael and the orgasm absolutely ripped through me. I felt my toes curl and I grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard before he buried his dick in me and unleashed all those wondrous grunts and groans that signal that a man is having a world class orgasm.

I held him close in the aftermath of his climax and we shared slow, deep, beautiful kisses. I caressed his face and told him how good he made me feel, though in that case I wasn't doing it for Walt's benefit (or agony). I spoke quietly enough that he might not have been able to hear me, in fact. Instead, I was saying it because it was true. Michael really did fuck me better than my husband. He really did make me cum harder.

Eventually Michael pulled out and I admired the beauty of his stiff cock and the impressive volume of cum resting at the tip of the condom. I kissed him, wrapped my fingers around the base of his shift, and slowly pulled off the rubber. I then moved to the foot of the bed and smiled at my husband as I held it up.

"Did you enjoy watching?"

Walt shook his head.

I stood, approached him, and bent over to take his cock in one hand while the used condom dangled from the other. "Are you sure, Walt? Because your cock is still hard, and if you didn't enjoy watching I don't think your cock would be so hard."

He shook his head again. He was fighting it. He was fighting the humiliation he felt. He was fighting the arousal he felt. To be honest, it turned me on that he hadn't just folded. It turned me on that I was damn near ready to get fucked again, though Michael would need a little bit to recover.

I released Walt's cock, stood up straight, and tied off the condom as his eyes roamed over my body. I then gently draped the condom over the base of his cock. The filled tip nestled in his pubic hair and I'm sure he could feel the warmth of it against his skin. Walt had a panicked look on his face, which made me smile.

"Don't move around too much," I said. "I want the condom to stay right there. I want you to have a constant reminder that another man just fucked your wife while you watched, while you sat there helpless like a good little cuck. I want you to feel the warmth of his cum against your skin. I want you to feel the humiliation you should absolutely feel right now. And, if you'd like, you can surrender to the arousal - to the pleasure - that we both know you're also feeling. You can let the fact that you have a used condom sitting against your cock turn you on. You can let it fill you with desire."

Walt didn't say anything in response, though he remained relatively still and the used condom remained in place just as I desired.

I then turned back towards the bed and saw Michael smiling at me. I sauntered towards him, got on my hands and knees in the bed, and crawled his way. Our lips met for a kiss and then I snuggled up next to him.

"I hope you're feeling particularly virile tonight," I said. "I think I'll need to be fucked several times before I'm satisfied."

Michael glanced at Walt, smiled, and took one of my breasts in his hand. His touch was strong but gentle and I couldn't help but moan at how good it felt. He kissed me and said, "I'll fuck you as many times as you can handle, Emmy. You deserve the pleasure you crave and I like the idea of showing your husband that you're a far more sexual being than he ever imagined."

My pussy got wet at that. Michael was right, after all. I was more sexual with him than I was with Walt. I was freer. I was more open. I was eager to be fucked and in some cases to be fucked exactly as Michael desired. I imagined he was going to take me in every possible way that night and in that moment I was eager to be his plaything in the pursuit of our mutual pleasure.

"I'm yours," I said. "Tonight, I'm yours and I want you to show my husband what that looks like."

"Don't worry. That's exactly what I plan on doing."

That's exactly what he did, too. I'll give you more details next time.