Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife

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"Do you think you'd want to be a sugar baby?"

That's not a question most women hear from their husbands. Even in my case - where I'd set my husband the task of finding me a suitable man to sleep with - I wasn't expecting the question.

"I never considered it," I said after a few seconds of total silence in which Walt looked just a bit panicked, as if he was worried he'd made a truly massive mistake. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, after doing a fair bit of research on dating apps, I can't help but wonder if it might be easiest to find you the kind of man you're looking for - a high quality man - on a site that matches women with sugar daddy types. I mean, you wouldn't even have to do the financial part of it. It's just that the guys on those sorts of apps are looking for something fairly simple and straightforward."

We'd already taken a handful of pictures for the dating profile Walt was supposed to construct for me. It was more fun than I'd expected, honestly. I'm not sure I have a future as a model, but I felt awfully sexy posing in the variety of outfits, lingerie sets, and swimsuits we'd picked out. In truth, the pictures would have made for a far different kind of dating profile than most women posted online, but that's because I was looking for a far different kind of relationship.

"Can you show me a few profiles of prospective men on these sugar daddy sites?" I asked.

Walt nodded and said, "Just a minute."

He got up off the couch and walked away with purpose. I watched him go as I contemplated the idea of dating a man of means. A man that had no problem showering a woman with the trappings of wealth. I had no interest in feeling like a whore, but it at least seemed possible that I could avoid feeling that way with the right kind of sugar relationship, though I was aware that such a relationship might have been a pure pipe dream.

Walt returned with his laptop in hand and sat next to me. He opened a browser and directed it towards Seeking, a site claiming more than 46 million members interested in the sugar lifestyle. He'd already made an account - though he hadn't uploaded any pictures yet - and it seemed that he'd bookmarked a handful of men in our area.

To be honest, I was impressed with the work he'd already done. Up to that point I wasn't fully convinced that Walt would actually follow through with my instructions to find me a man to date - and to fuck - but so far he was putting in the work like a good submissive.

"I'm impressed," I said as I watched him navigate the website and bring up a list of the men he'd favorited.

"Really?"

I nodded, leaned over, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as my hand slipped under the laptop and caressed his thigh. His arousal was instant - he hadn't been allowed to cum in nearly a week by that point as he wouldn't be cumming until he found me a date - and I quite enjoyed how easily I could turn him on.

"Yes. You're doing the work, Walt. I wasn’t sure you would. I thought you might do a half-assed job or that you might bail entirely and try to convince me that this was a terrible idea," I said.

There was uncertainty - and a touch of excitement - in Walt's eyes as he turned to me. "I want to be good, to do as I'm told."

I kissed him. He deserved a reward. I stroked his cock a little through his pants, too. I even offered a hint of tongue and Walt responded with a lovely moan.

"Show me some of these men you think I might enjoy dating," I said. "And fucking, of course." I gave his cock a squeeze as those last words left my lips and I was pleased that Walt moaned again.

He took me through the five men he'd picked out. They were all good-looking, they'd all posted multiple pictures - which upped the odds of the pictures being real - and they all spoke very specifically about what they wanted. For the most part, what they wanted was something that felt like a relationship but lacked the traditional complications of a relationship. In some ways, that's precisely what I was looking for.

"Like I said, I'm pretty sure most of the guys on this platform would have no problem getting into something where they weren't working out some kind of financial arrangement," Walt said. "If that part of it felt weird to you, that is."

I was on the fence on that point. Part of me was not so crazy about acting very much like a prostitute. Part of me found a certain kind of appeal in a transactional relationship.

"I'm not sure how it would feel," I admitted. "Perhaps it would be the sort of thing where money wasn't changing hands but he was instead being quite generous in the restaurants he took me to or the hotel rooms he booked for us to spend some time together. Then it would just feel like I have a very wealthy boyfriend that wants to treat me in the manner I deserve to be treated."

For just a moment a pained look crossed Walt's face. I imagine he felt bad that I'd be dating men that possessed far greater material wealth than he did. Walt didn't really have to worry about that changing my feelings for him - we have a lovely life that I thoroughly enjoy - but I decided it would be fun to let him worry a little bit.

"You do think that I deserve such things, don't you?" I asked.

He nodded.

I leaned in to kiss his neck and I offered a soft moan as my hand shifted between his legs. I gave his cock a few more strokes - he deserved a little bit of a reward for doing the work of exploring dating options for me - and then said, "This was a good idea, Walt. You can make me a full profile. Put my pictures up. Make sure my face isn't in any of them. Get in touch with the men you've picked out and several others. Find me someone perfect."

He looked both turned on and agonized, which was a strangely delightful combination to witness.

"First, though, I want you to eat my pussy."

Walt set his laptop on the coffee table and got on his knees. I unbuttoned my jeans and he pulled them off along with my panties. A moment later his head was between my legs and I had a tight fistful of his hair in my hand.

"I know it's going to be difficult for you to find me a boyfriend...or a sugar daddy, I suppose. I know it's going to be humiliating to send these men messages and let them know that your wife is eager to fuck someone better than you. That's what turns me on, though. That's what excites me, Walt. I like knowing that you're willing to submit to my desires even though it's a little bit painful for you."

He looked up at me and moaned. He was turned on. There was a touch of agony there, too, but he was turned on because I'd made him feel submissive.

"And, as you know, you won't be cumming until I've been on a good first date with another man," I added. "So I'd make sure you put in the work to find me someone worthy, Walt. If you don't, I won't let you cum. But if you do, you get to slide your dick into the pussy that you're eating right now. You get to fuck me for as long as you can last, Walt, and you get to spill your load inside me."

His eyes sparkled with lust. He wanted me. He wanted to be inside me. He couldn't have that, though. He hadn't earned that yet.

"Now make me cum."

Walt made me cum. He used his tongue and his fingers to make me cum and he did a damn good job of it, too. I think the fact that I was riding this high of control and domination really got me off, too. I'm relatively new to this, but I totally understand why women love it once they're turned on to it. It feels like a rare kind of sexual high to dominate your man.

A week went by before Walt mentioned it again. He'd just gotten home from work. He came in, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, "I had coffee today with a prospective date for you."

I was genuinely surprised. "Really?"

Walt smiled and nodded. He looked quite pleased with himself, in fact. "He's actually the third guy I've met for coffee."

It was so wild and wonderful that my husband was going on coffee dates to screen men for me. What a strange world I'd stepped into. I took Walt's hand and led him to the couch. He sat and I cuddled up next to him with a hand on his knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Would you like to see his profile?"

"I would," I replied.

Walt pulled up the profile and passed me the phone. The guy was ten years older than me, but I had no problem with that. If anything there was something just a little bit sexy about it, especially since he was quite good looking and very well put together. He looked like the sort of man that put a great deal of effort into his appearance as he likely understood that appearance actually matters quite a bit.

"Does he look like this in person?" I asked.

Walt nodded. "A little better, even. He seemed a bit fitter in person. Broader shoulders. But yeah, he looks almost exactly the same."

"And what makes you think he'd be right for me?"

Walt seemed excited. "Well, he told me that he wasn't actually interested in a married woman at first, that he thought about not responding to my initial message. He said that the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the perfect thing. He got divorced a year ago and he said that he actually really likes the idea of a relationship where there's no chance it turns into something more serious. That's the reason he was on Seeking in the first place, but he feels like being with a married woman - especially one with a supportive husband - might just be perfect."

He gestured for his phone and I passed it to him. He scrolled down to the text portion of the profile and passed it back to me.

"You should read that."

My prospective date had written a thoroughly profile that mentioned the recent divorce in the first sentence. He went on to say that he was looking for something fun and carefree and not even remotely serious. He said that he has always enjoyed taking care of a woman, that he likes taking charge in a relationship, that he wants a woman who would find it satisfying to feel cherished and cared for by her man. He was quite clear about wanting to find someone with which he had real chemistry, too. He mentioned some of the things he'd enjoy doing on dates, from hiking to dining at Michelin Star restaurants to weekend trips to beautiful hotels if the relationship advanced to a place where that sort of thing was warranted. He also mentioned coming to a generous agreement with the right woman.

When I finished reading I scrolled back up to browse his pictures once more and found myself quite taken with how attractive he was. It was easy to imagine myself on a date with him, or hiking with him, or under the covers in an expansive and comfy hotel bed with him.

"He went into more detail about a lot of what's in his profile, but what's in there is the gist of what he's looking for in a relationship," Walt said. "More than anything, though, I got the vibe that he's a genuine and fairly good guy. There wasn't even a hint of him being a pervert or gross. He didn't check out any of the women that walked into the Starbucks. He was focused and calm and he seemed to know what he wanted. The other guys I met with definitely felt like they were looking to hire a prostitute without the legal risk of doing so and this guy didn't give off that vibe."

"Do you think I'll like being with a man that's dominant in bed?" I asked.

Walt looked stunned. "What?"

I smiled. It was sort of sweet that he hadn't read between the lines in the profile text. "His profile. He's quite clearly saying that he likes to be in charge in bed, that he wants a woman that enjoys being with that kind of man."

Walt grabbed his phone, scrolled the profile and scanned the text. "Really? That's what he's saying?"

"I'm certain of it," I said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice that. I can keep looking."

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. "There's no need for that. It might be fun to try being with a dominant man. Maybe I could learn a few things about dominating you if I spent some time on the other side of the equation. At the very least it might turn out that I really, really like getting fucked by a dominant man, that he'll give me orgasms that make my toes curl and my pussy squirt. Maybe not, but it seems like it might be worth a try, especially if he struck you as a good man."

Walt seemed taken aback by my interest in a man that might be dominant in bed. I suppose that I was a little taken aback too, as it's not something I've ever been keen on in the past. I was new to kink, though, and it sounded fun.

"Do you not like the idea of me being with a dominant man, or is it just the idea of me being with another man that bothers you?"

"I don't...I'm not sure," he replied. "It just all makes me...nervous, I guess."

"You're not sure? I think you might be sure, Walt, because I think I saw something in your eyes when I mentioned having an orgasm that made my toes curl and my pussy squirt. I mean, I don't squirt so I doubt that's going to happen, but does the idea of someone giving me a better orgasm than you make you nervous? Is that what bothers you about me going on a date with this man you've picked out for me?"

He looked away like he was embarrassed to admit to whatever it was that was bothering him.

I reached up and turned his head until he was looking at me. "It's supposed to bother you, Walt. A husband is not supposed to want his wife to have sex with someone else. I think there's some part of you that actually likes it, though. Not all of you, but a part of you that finds it exciting to think about someone else fucking me with such skill that I have an orgasm like I've never had before."

Again he looked pained.

"Was it difficult to sit across the table from a man that wanted to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes," Walt admitted.

I caressed his face gently. "It makes me happy that you fought through that difficulty, Walt. That you suffered through that for me. In fact, it turns me on. It makes me just a little bit wet to think of you sitting across from this man that's going to take me to a fancy restaurant, that's going to spend hundreds of dollars on a meal to impress me, to impress your wife. It turns me on to think of you pitching him on the idea of taking me on a date, on the idea of wooing me, on the idea of treating me like he described treating a woman. Taking me to a fancy hotel. Undressing me. Having his way with me while you're at home agonizing about what's happening in that hotel room."

"Please..."

That's all he could say. He was pleading with me to stop, to end the discomfort he felt. I knew there was at least a touch of arousal in there, but honestly, it was the discomfort that excited me, that turned me on. I know that might strike some of you as awful, but that's the part of dominating Walt that really gets me wet.

"How do you think a dominant man treats a woman in bed?" I asked. "Would he order me to suck his cock? Would he hold my head in his hands and fuck my face? Would he bend me over and take me from behind? Would he toss me in the bed, pin my hands above my head and pound my pussy with his big cock until I was screaming his name? Or would it be something else entirely? Something far more subtle?"

Walt's voice was barely above a whisper as he said, "I don't know. I don't want...I don't really want to think about it."

"I find that I'm struggling not to think about it." I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down to my knees, and pulled Walt's fingers between my legs. He pressed them against my pussy and his eyes went wide for a moment, indicating he felt the wetness I knew was there. "I like thinking about it and I wonder, Walt, if I should make a slight adjustment to when you next get to orgasm."

He shook his head.

I pulled my panties aside and Walt slipped his fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit without being told. He understood what I wanted. "Yes, I'm wondering if I should forbid you from cumming until I've had sex with another man. Until I've been wined, dined, swept off my feet, and fucked to a world class orgasm or two. I wonder if that's more appropriate."

"Please don't," he said. "That could take so long. And I don't...I don't want you fucking someone else."

I moaned. "I know. And yet you went on coffee dates to find me a man. You messaged with dozens of guys. You put up a profile. You worked hard to find someone suitable for me. You offered your submission, Walt. You did it for me. Purely for me."

I was soaking wet. Drenched. It was beautiful.

"Do you think he'd want to fuck me while you watched, Walt?"

He shook his head vigorously. "I'd never do that. I couldn't."

I got wetter just thinking about it. "You will do that if it's what I want." I scarcely recognized my own voice. It was infused with such power. It was incredible.

I reached over and stroked Walt's cock. He was soft, but he got hard without much difficulty. He fingered me and I teased him.

"Tell him I want to go on a date," I said. "A coffee date to start. If there's chemistry it will become something more. I'd like for it to happen soon. As it turns out, I'm far more eager to be with a man like him than I ever expected. I want to be on the arm of a man like that. I want to look beautiful for him as he takes me to the nicest restaurant in town. I want every man in there to be jealous of him. I want to be the woman he works hard to impress, to arouse, and to lure into bed for a night of passion. I want to do all of that while you stay at home feeling agonized about whether or not I'm going to let another man in my pussy."

I saw a small precum stain in Walt's jeans. I delighted in it.

"Now, though, I want you to eat my pussy," I said. "And I want you to stay down there for multiple orgasms. After I cum you can rub my feet and suck on my toes until I'm ready to cum again. You're not getting up until I'm satisfied, though."

Walt got on his knees, stripped me from the waist down, and tended to my pussy. I came quickly and he scooted back and rubbed my feet and sucked on my toes as instructed. I put on the TV and watched a movie until I was ready to cum again and then he went to work on my pussy once more. We repeated the process until I'd had four orgasms. His dick was hard almost the entire time.

As it turns out, it's an absolute delight to dominate your husband once you find the version of it that turns you on. Now I just have to hope that my first date with this lovely gentleman goes well. If it does, my life is going to get so much more interesting.