Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 3

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I was trying on dresses when Walt walked into the bedroom. More specifically, I was wearing a low cut red lace dress when he walked in. I had on a pair of heels, too, and I could see him check out my ass as he walked in.

"Wow," he said. "Emmy, you look incredible."

I smiled. "Why thank you, Walt."

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

"I have a decision to make and I’m trying on dresses in case my decision goes in a particular direction," I replied, purposefully offering as little information as possible.

Walt took the bait. "What sort of decision?"

"Would you unzip me?" I asked.

He came over and carefully unzipped the dress before I walked away and into the closet. Walt stepped closer to watch me take off the dress and put it back on the hanger. I was in a matching black lace bra and panty set and I'm quite certain he was at least a little bit turned on.

I pulled another dress down, this one an exquisite black number made from the most delicate satin. I took the bra off - the dress really worked better without a bra - and pulled it over my head. "Would you zip me up?" I asked.

Walt stepped into the closet and did as I desired. He moved his hands over my shoulders, down my sides, and to my waist before pulling me close and kissing the back of my neck. "You look perfect in this dress," he said.

It happened to be Walt's favorite dress - he's always been a fan of satin and this dress was short and loose in a manner that made it seemingly float on me, and in a manner that made my breasts look utterly exquisite - and I'd changed into it on purpose.

"Thank you," I replied as his touched inspired enough arousal to make my nipples hard.

"You mentioned a decision," Walt said as he stepped back and out of the closet.

I turned around and he stared at my nipples as they poked through the thin satin of the dress. That was also why I enjoyed wearing it without a bra. It wasn't appropriate for all occasions, of course, but there was something about being out with a man in a dress that would make my arousal perfectly clear.

"Yes," I said with a smile as I stepped out of the closet, approached my husband, and leaned in to kiss his neck. "I have to decide whether to accept an invitation."

Walt ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass through the thin, impossibly soft satin. "What sort of invitation?"

I smiled and kissed his neck once more before unleashing a soft moan. "An invitation to dinner, though I suspect he hopes it will be more than dinner."

Walt stepped back and I watched an array of emotions dance across his face. There was excitement and a touch of arousal, but there was quite a bit of anxiety, too, and I'm pretty sure I saw just a hint of annoyance, maybe even a flash of anger. "Wait, are you saying someone asked you on a date?"

I nodded.

"Who? When? Why would you even entertain the idea? Why wouldn't you just say no?"

"Because it would be fun to go on a date with a smart, strong, handsome, successful man," I replied. "Because it would be fun to walk into a restaurant with his arm around me. Because it would be fun to sit across from him as he tries to control his desire for me. Because it would be fun to hear him tell me how beautiful I am, how he can't stop thinking about me, how he's so happy I accepted his invitation for a date."

Walt looked distressed, but he made no effort to back away when I stepped closer and reached out to caress his cock through his jeans. He closed his eyes as I leaned in and he moaned when I kissed his neck.

"Because it would be arousing to exert control in this way, Walt," I whispered. "Because I think I very much like this particular form of domination."

"But it's not...how is it domination?" he asked.

I laughed softly. "I know it's probably not what you imagined. It's probably not what you fantasized about when you'd stroke your cock and think about having a dominant wife. But I think you'll agree that it's absolutely a form of domination, Walt. It's me making you submit to my desire to go on a date with another man - should I choose to do that. It's me making you watch as I put on a beautiful dress for another man. It's me making you watch as I do my hair and makeup for him. It's me making you wait at home while I go out with him, while I walk into a restaurant on his arm, while I kiss him outside the restaurant, while I get in his car, while I tell him that yes, I'd like to go home with him."

Walt was hard. Rock hard, in fact. I know that wasn't entirely because he was turned on at the idea of me going on a date with another man - I was kissing him and stroking his cock, after all - but if he was truly horrified at the idea he wouldn't have sported a raging erection.

"Emmy...please...this is crazy...you can't..."

"Mmmm, but I can," I whispered. "You wanted to be dominated, Walt. You asked me to dominate you. You practically begged for it. And I think we both know that it turns you on."

"Yes...but..."

It was exquisite to hear him admit it. There were qualifications - it wasn't pure arousal he felt - but it turned him on. And, if I'm being honest, part of what made it arousing for me was that it wasn't purely pleasurable for Walt, that he was actually submitting to something he didn't entirely enjoy, something that brought a wealth of angst alongside his arousal.

"Shhh," I said before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. "Just focus on the arousal, Walt. Focus on the fact that I'm giving you what you want. Don't focus on the stress, on the anxiety, on the pain. Focus on the fact that your wife is actually making your fantasy come true."

He groaned as I stroked his cock and kissed his neck. My lips moved towards his and we met for a deep kiss. His mouth opened and I offered my tongue and after a moment's hesitation Walt took it. He took it and I invaded his mouth as I stroked him faster. His cock was dripping precum and it provided a perfect layer of lube to make the stroking noisy and wet.

"I haven't said yes," I said as I released my husband's stiff cock and stepped back. "I haven't decided if I want to accept his invitation."

"What's holding you back?" Walt asked.

"We work for the same company," I explained. "And while company policy allows for interoffice romance we’d be seeing each other in secret. Still, secrets get out and I'm quite certain people would look down on me for cheating on my husband, especially with someone at the company. They won't know that my husband is a good submissive that knows I'm seeing another man, so I'll come across very poorly."

It was utterly fascinating to watch Walt as he appeared to engage in an internal battle with his emotions and desires. There seemed to be a part of him that wanted to tell me to abandon the idea of going on a date with a coworker, but the look on his face made it rather obvious he was grappling with a wealth of lust related to my potential date.

"On the other hand, he would suffer just as much as I would if it came out that we were seeing each other," I continued. "Twenty years ago that wouldn't have been the case, but now he'd probably be fired as the company would fear some sort of harassment suit."

"Is there someone else you could date?" Walt asked. "Someone not at the company?"

He seemed to have accepted that I was going to date another man, which was really quite thrilling as - if I'm being honest - by that point I'd decided that I’d thoroughly enjoy engaging in a sexual relationship with someone else as part of my domination of my husband.

"I'm sure I could make that happen," I said. "I could find another successful man that would enjoy taking a married woman on a date. I'm sure there are lots of men that would find it thrilling to take me out and show me a good time, that would be happy to try and prove that they're superior to you."

His cock jumped as an agonized look briefly washed across his face. I'd already amassed a fair bit of evidence that Walt found pleasure - and anxiety, of course - in the idea of me dating someone that society deemed superior, largely through greater financial success than Walt had achieved.

I moved closer and took his cock in my hand once more. "There's really no point in me dating any other kind of man," I said softly. "Why would I step down, after all? Why wouldn't I pursue a man that will try and bathe me in luxury, that will take me to the best restaurants, drive me around in luxury cars, and fuck me in the finest hotel suites?"

He groaned and it struck me as the sound of pleasure. Of unmistakable pleasure. He was turned on, as was I.

"You could help me, you know," I said.

Walt's voice was eager as he asked, "How?"

I couldn't help but smile. Dominating him was exquisite. "You could find me a more suitable man. Someone smart, strong, handsome, and far more successful than you. Someone that will wine and dine your wife. Someone that will work to earn the pleasure of having his way with my body."

"I don't really know any guys like that," Walt said.

I caressed his face and kissed him softly. "I know, sweetie. That's not what I'm talking about, though. I was thinking that you could find me a man on a dating app. We could take some pictures - without showing my face, obviously - and you could write up a little profile for me. You could make it clear that I'm a married woman looking to date someone...well, superior to my husband because I want a little change of pace, because I want to have some fun."

I took Walt's hand, lifted the bottom of my dress, and pressed his fingers against my panties. I knew I was wet and I wanted him to feel it. I saw the excitement on his face and he took the hint and rubbed my pussy in slow circles, eliciting a moan from me.

"This turns me on," I said softly. "Dominating you. Thinking about going on dates with other men. Thinking about finding the right kind of man, the kind that will wine and dine me, that will take pleasure in demonstrating his success as he attempts to woo me into his bed."

Walt slipped his fingers into my panties and between my labia. I moaned as he penetrated me, slipping two fingers between the warm, swollen folds of my pussy while generating blissful friction against my clit.

"I'd like you to do this for me, Walt," I said. "I want you to find me a man. In fact, I want you to make it clear that you're my husband, that you're running my profile, that you're in charge of finding someone for me to date. Will you do that for me?"

I knew it wasn't something Walt would have volunteered to do. I knew the idea of it brought him just as much anxiety as it did arousal. I'm becoming a bit of a broken record, I suppose, but that's what turned me on about it.

"Yes, I'll do it," he said, though even then I could see the reluctance on his face.

I thought it was a perfect time to reward him, so I dropped to my knees, looked up at Walt, and took him in my mouth. He responded with a loud moan and I felt his cock head swell up as I closed my lips around it and sucked hard.

"Holy shit, Emmy, that feels incredible," he said.

I gave him a slow, sensual blowjob, carefully modulating his pleasure so he wouldn't cum before I wanted him to. I made it feel good, though. Spectacularly good. After all, it was already obvious to me that a man should be rewarded when he does something that his dominant wife desires, and given Walt's reluctance to see me date and sleep with another man, he deserved a reward of some kind.

"Thank you for agreeing to find a date for me," I said between soft, sensual kisses against the plump head of his cock. "It means so much that you're willing to submit in that way, Walt, especially since it means that there's a very good chance that I'll sleep with one of the men you find, probably in a luxurious hotel suite."

I'd already decided it didn't seem worth going through with that sort of thing unless it was going to be an exceptional evening. I suppose you could accuse me of being superficial, but I'm pretty sure that just about any woman would tell you that there's something quite wonderful about sex in a luxurious hotel. Plus, at that point, it wasn't really about the other man or the potential sex. It was about dominating Walt in the manner that brought me pleasure.

"Of course, I'll be unhappy if you don't do a good job," I said while my fingers tightened around the base of his cock. "I do expect you to line up a few dates for me, Walt, and for the men to be impressive."

"I will," he said. "I'll do a good job, Emmy. I will."

Even on her knees, a woman can dominate her husband, which was a notion I found quite thrilling in that moment.

"Good. That's very good," I replied softly before taking him in my mouth once more and swallowing his cock. I really enjoyed the look of intense pleasure on his face as I did so, because in truth, I like making Walt feel good. He's my husband, after all. Even the domination - which sometimes makes him uncomfortable - is ultimately about making him feel good.

I wasn't going to let him finish in my mouth, though. I wasn't going to let him finish at all, in fact. So, I sucked his cock for a few minutes longer and then stood, walked towards the foot of the bed, and pulled up the bottom of my dress before sitting. I spread my legs, pulled my panties aside, and parted my pussy lips so he could see my wetness.

"Would you like to be inside me, Walt?" I asked.

"More than anything," he replied.

"Come, then. Put your cock in my pussy," I said.

He rushed over, took his pants off, and guided the head of his cock into my pussy.

"Slow," I said. "Nice and slow, Walt."

He wanted to fuck me hard and fast. I could see that. I'm sure you can understand that. Your wife has just blown you. She's gotten you all hot and bothered. All you'd want to do in that moment was fuck her hard and fast. He went slow, though. He was a good boy.

"That's good," I said as I rubbed my clit. "Fuck me nice and slow."

It seemed agonizing for him to obey, but Walt continued to do as I asked and I found myself getting wildly aroused. I'm sure you can guess that I was thrilled by the pleasure of denying Walt what he craved. Or, more accurately, it was particularly thrilling that he was willing to deny himself - he was the one thrusting slowly, after all - because I'd instructed him to do so. He offered me his submission and it turned me on, which was stunning.

"Walt, baby, I'm close," I said. "Don't you dare fuck me harder, though. Keep it nice and slow. Nice and slow while I cum."

I watched his face. I saw how difficult it was for him to refrain from trying to fuck me hard and fast enough to cum. The fact that he did it, that he refrained, that he obeyed me, made me cum. And cum hard.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I cried out.

As I came, I pushed back on Walt's stomach and he pulled out of me. I fell back into the bed and let the pleasure of a fantastic orgasm work its way through my body while I pulled my dress down, denying him the view of my wet pussy.

When I'd recovered, I sat up, smiled, and said, "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome," he replied, though I could see that he hadn't gotten what he wanted. Of course he hadn't.

"You can cum inside me when you've arranged my first date with a man I find suitable," I said. "How does that sound?"

He wanted to fuck me, to cum inside me. He wanted it badly. Badly enough that he looked excited even though I'm sure he wasn't actually wild about trying to find me a date.

"That sounds good," he said.

"Fantastic. We'll take pictures tomorrow. You can help me pick out some dresses and maybe even a bit of lingerie, depending on where you're going to make a profile for me," I explained. "Remember, if you're going to find a high quality man then I need to look like a high quality woman."

"You do," Walt said. "It won't be hard to take good pictures of you. That much I know for certain."

That made me feel good. Surprisingly good. It's nice to know your husband thinks you're beautiful. I stood and kissed him as I gave his cock a few slow strokes.

"Can I masturbate?" he asked.

"No," I replied without hesitation. "Your next orgasm will be inside me, which means your next orgasm will come once you find me a suitable date, which means you can't show me any guy that responds. You need to do the work to make sure he's real, he's genuine, and he's the kind of man that will impress me. Okay?"

Walt nodded. He wanted me. He craved me. He was going to do as I asked so he could have me, and I was going to have a hell of a lot of fun along the way.