Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 6 (Patreon)

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 Walt was pacing back and forth in the bedroom. He'd been doing so since I'd stepped into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

Each time Walt passed by the bathroom door he'd stop for a moment and stare at me and then continue pacing. Every once in a while he'd leave the bedroom, but it was never more than thirty seconds before he returned.

At one point he asked, "Are you sure about this?" I told him I was. I told him I was absolutely certain. He knew that, of course. He wasn't sure about it which is why he was asking the question. I was certain, though.

I had on a lingerie set as I stood at the bathroom counter. Stockings, a garter belt, a bra, and pair of panties. It all matched. It was peach colored - which was perfect for my skin tone - and mostly sheer. I felt remarkably sexy in it and I was delighted that I thought of Michael - that's my boyfriend - every time I looked at my body in the mirror.

Mostly I thought of how he'd react to seeing the lingerie for the first time. The lingerie he'd paid for. The same as he'd paid for the dress I would be wearing that night. The same as he'd paid for the absurdly expensive hotel room he was taking me to. As it turned out, dating a man that was more than happy to be generous with his girlfriend - as long as she was generous with him, of course - had so far proven to be far more pleasurable than I imagined.

"Come here," I said after fifteen solid minutes of my husband pacing around the bedroom.

He obeyed without hesitation, which proved rather thrilling.

"Are you anxious?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Because my boyfriend is going to fuck me tonight?"

The mere thought of it seemed to unmoor him for a moment as Walt closed his eyes and grabbed the door frame. Then he looked at me and nodded. I set my lipstick down - I hadn't yet put any on - and moved towards him. I slipped a finger through one of the belt loops on his pants and pulled him close.

"Touch me," I instructed.

Walt was tentative at first, but eventually his hands roamed over my body and the lingerie that covered my naughtiest parts. He caressed my thighs, grabbed my ass, ran his fingers over the lace garter belt, and played with my tits a little. All of it aroused me, by the way, and I'm certain I would have enjoyed having sex with Walt while dressed in that lingerie. I was also certain I was going to have even more fun getting fucked by Michael in that lingerie.

"It's good that you're anxious," I said as Walt caressed my body and got hard in the process. "You're supposed to be anxious. It would be weird if you weren't. I'm going to spend the night with another man. I'm going to have another man's cock inside me. I'm going to cum on another man's cock. I'm going to make that man cum, probably while he's inside my pussy, though I might also be generous and let him cum in my mouth."

As I talked, I reached down to play with Walt's cock. I saw pleasure on his face and he moaned. Of course he did. He was anxious about me cuckolding him for the first time, but he was also turned on by the idea even if he wasn't entirely ready to admit it.

"It's going to be hard for you to sleep tonight," I said as I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. I leaned in to kiss his neck and he moaned. "You're going to have a hard time thinking about anything other than Michael fucking me. You're going to think of all the different positions we're going to use. You're going to think about me screaming his name as he makes me cum. You're going to think about him fucking me hard and fast and deep. You're going to think about me telling him how good his big cock feels in my tight, married pussy."

I kissed Walt. I offered my tongue and he took it. He sucked on it a little. He slipped a hand into my panties and moaned when his fingers slipped between my labia and into the incredible heat and wetness inside me. He could feel how turned on I was and it seemed to delight him, or perhaps he was just surprised.

"Can I go down on you?" Walt asked.

He sounded so sweet. I don't know if he was hoping he could make me cum and I'd cancel my date or if he just really wanted to worship my pussy, but it didn't really matter. I wasn't going to let him. My pussy wasn't his that night.

"No," I answered. "My pussy belongs to my boyfriend tonight."

The anxiety returned in full force. His cock throbbed, though. He seemed tortured by the mixed feelings of arousal and agony. I suppose he was, though. I suppose that was what I was hoping for, too. After all, a big part of the thrill of this whole adventure was Walt offering submission even when it wasn't a purely pleasurable thing for him.

"Michael's been so generous - this lingerie and the dress I'm wearing tonight were not cheap - and he deserves to be with an equally generous woman," I said. I'll be honest, there was something kind of sexy about being generous for Michael in the way he wanted, about repaying his generosity in buying me the lovely lingerie and the exquisite dress I'd be wearing that night. I felt sexy in the clothes he'd bought - really sexy - and he really had spared no expense. You can judge me for acting a little bit like a prostitute if you want, but I expected I'd have a damn good time that night and that's all I really cared about.

"I will expect you to be willing to go down on me tomorrow, though," I said. "After I get home. After Michael's had his way with me. After he's done as he pleases with my body."

Walt's fingers were still inside me and I was on the verge of an orgasm. Like I said, I was awfully aroused by the very particular kind of relationship I'd forged with Michael over the course of four dates. Our fifth would be the first in which he fucked me, a pace that I set that he seemed more than happy to go along with. I'd given him a handjob in the car after our fourth date and he'd been quite vocal in his enjoyment of my skills and he'd made a hell of a mess when he'd cum, though he didn't seem to care about that.

"If I was going to give Michael a blowjob and swallow his cum, should I do it first, or should I make it his second orgasm of the night?" I asked.

Walt shook his head. "You shouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to suck another man's cock and swallow his cum. Because...because I just don't want you to."

I looked down at Walt's stiff dick and squeezed it gently. "Your dick says otherwise, Walt. Your dick says you're exceptionally excited about me giving my boyfriend a blowjob and swallowing his cum. Your dick says that some part of you is going to enjoy spending the night at home while I spend the night with another man's cock inside me."

I watched the head of his dick swell up. I saw him damn near have an orgasm. Walt refused to admit that he was turned on by the idea of me fucking another man, though. I kind of loved that he was completely unwilling to surrender even a little bit of ground with regards to his desire to be cuckolded. I liked that I got to keep demanding his submission where my dating another man was concerned.

Then I had an idea. "Put your cock back in your pants and then get on your knees behind me. You're going to worship my ass while I finish getting ready."

"What?"

I smiled, leaned in, and kissed him softly. "You're going to get on your knees and kiss my ass while I finish getting ready. You're going to kiss my soft cheeks, you're going to kiss the backs of my upper thighs, and then you're going to spread my cheeks and you're going to kiss and lick my asshole while I get ready for my date with the man that gets to do as he pleases with my pussy tonight."

I couldn't quite discern what the look on Walt's face meant - I thought I saw arousal and a bit of intrigue there - but all that really matters is that he got on his knees behind me and went to work.

Ass worship feels good, by the way. His lips were soft against my cheeks and he put his hands to use, too, rubbing my back and legs gently. Then he parted my cheeks, pressed his face between them, and went to work eating my asshole. It was tremendous. It turned me on, actually. At one point I told him it felt so good that he was going to spend a lot more time eating my ass in the future. He moaned in reply to my declaration so I think he was enjoying himself almost as much as I was.

In fact, he told me so before I left for my date. He thanked me for letting him worship my ass. I kissed him and told him it was my pleasure. As it turns out, I can find a great deal of pleasure in a submissive act that Walt actually enjoys. I was still quite new in my journey as a dominant wife at that point and it was one of the first times I found such deep satisfaction in letting Walt do something submissive that he also found thrilling in an uncomplicated manner.

My night with Michael was tremendous. He took me to a rooftop restaurant with the most stunning views I'd ever seen. We had a four course meal and shared two bottles of wine over the course of nearly three hours. The conversation never really turned dull, either. We talked of work and vacations and the follies of our youths and a little about Michael's marriage. He's still a little bitter about it, but he was also quite vocal about what a pleasure it is to be with me and about how he appreciates being with me even more because he was married to a woman that seemed to grow to dislike him on a deep level.

I find it flattering when Michael tells me how much he enjoys spending time with me. He's the sort of man that wouldn't actually struggle to find dates, but I can understand why he found his way to a sugar baby site, why he wanted something utterly uncomplicated coming out of a failed marriage. I imagine most freshly-divorced men would try that sort of thing if they had the financial means to do so.

Michael had hired a driver for the evening - a nice touch that I very much enjoyed - and after dinner the driver took us to the hotel. We sat in the backseat and did a little bit of touching - nothing too naughty - though I got nice and wet as Michael ran his hands over my stocking-clad thighs. I kept looking at him as he touched me and I tried my best to wordlessly tell him how much I was looking forward to getting fucked.

I got fucked. Twice that night and once the next morning. I gave Michael a blowjob to completion, too, swallowing his cum afterwards. He told me it was among the best nights of his life and certainly the best in the past decade. That's the sort of compliment a woman thoroughly enjoys, in case you're wondering.

I returned home wearing the dress I'd left in. Walt was at the front door as I approached. He opened it for me. He looked both nervous and excited as I stepped inside. My hair was a bit messy. I no longer had any makeup on (I'd washed it off before bed the night before). One of my stockings had a run up the back thanks to the vigorous nature of the second round of sex we'd had the night before. I looked like a woman who'd just come home from a night and morning of being thoroughly fucked, which is precisely what I was.

"How was your night?" I asked as Walt shut the door.

He stared at me. His eyes roamed over my body. "Difficult," he finally answered.

I hadn't texted him until I was leaving that morning. I'd told him that would be the case. I'd told him I wanted to be able to concentrate on Michael and his pleasure. I'd thoroughly enjoyed doing so, too.

"Did you think of me?"

"You were all I thought about."

I felt like I had a wealth of options open to me in that moment, that I could do almost anything I wanted with my husband. I could have taken him to the bedroom and fucked him. I could have denied him any pleasure. I could have made him give me a massage. I could have made him eat my pussy while I told him all about how good Michael fucked me that morning and the night before.

For a few moments I was actually a little paralyzed by all those options. So I started with something simple. "Take your clothes off," I instructed. "Right now."

Walt stripped and did so without hesitation, which I delighted in. It's good when a submissive gets to a place where they no longer hesitate. I was quite pleased to see a bit of precum at the tip of his cock. He was soft, but there was no question he'd gotten turned on at some point that morning, and turned on to the point that he'd started leaking.

"Stroke your cock for me," I said.

As he masturbated, I lifted the bottom of my dress and leaned against the wall in our foyer. I grabbed one of my breasts through my dress and squeezed it hard while rubbing my pussy through my panties.

"My pussy is still wet from when Michael fucked me this morning," I said. "Still soaked, in fact."

"He...he fucked you this morning?"

Walt's cock was hard and his voice indicated a mixture of arousal and anxiety. It was surprisingly potent to me. I could feel my pussy get wetter.

"He did," I replied before closing my eyes and moaning. "He fucked me so good, Walt. It was the third time he'd had his way with me. He fucked me twice last night and I sucked his cock once. I made him cum four times, Walt. I was a very, very generous girlfriend. I made Michael feel so, so good. I gave him my body. I let him do as he pleased with me. I let him fuck me however he wanted and he made me cum so fucking hard, so many times."

Walt's dick was now something beyond hard. The head was plump and swollen and a slightly darker color than usual. He might not have been willing to admit it, but Walt was turned on and I'm certain it was because I'd been fucked by another man.

"You made this happen, Walt," I said. "You found me a boyfriend. A generous boyfriend. A strong, tall, handsome boyfriend. A wealthy boyfriend. A boyfriend with a nice big cock and the skill to use it well, the skill to make your wife cum so hard she sees stars."

"Did he...did he really make you cum like that?"

I nodded. It was nice that it happened to be true. Michael is, as it turns out, exceptionally good with his cock.

"He fucked me so good, Walt," I said as the pleasure of rubbing my pussy spread outwards from my loins. "He fucked me so hard and so good. His cock reached places inside me...places no man has ever gone...places you've never gone."

Walt was clearly enthralled.

"Stop masturbating," I demanded.

He released his cock and let his hand fall to his side.

"Follow me to the bedroom."

I walked to the bedroom and Walt dutifully followed like a good submissive. I looked over my shoulder a few times and smiled, in part because I was utterly delighted at his willingness to submit and in part because I wanted him to understand that I was very happy to be home with him.

"Unzip my dress," I instructed.

Walt helped me out of the dress, pushing it over my hips and letting me step out of it before resting it over the back of a chair and doing all of it without being instructed, just like a good submissive.

"Get on your knees," I said as he approached me.

Walt fell to his knees and looked up. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. I caressed his face. I ran a finger over his lips. I felt powerful. I'd spent the night and the morning with another man and I'd fucked that man three times and my husband was on his knees with a stiff dick between his legs and a wealth of desire coursing through his body. I was in complete control, control that Walt had given me, control that he yearned to surrender.

"Does it turn you on to think of me having sex with another man?" I asked.

He shook his head. He was still unwilling to admit it. I couldn't help but smile.

"Are you sure, Walt? Are you sure it doesn't make your dick hard to think of Michael fucking me? Are you sure it doesn't thrill you to think of me on top of him in this lingerie, of his cock in my pussy, of his hands on my tits as I tell him how good his big dick feels inside me? Are you sure it doesn't make you insane with desire when you think of him taking me from behind, his hands on my hips as he pounds me while I tell him to fuck me harder?"

I slipped my foot out of my elegant heel and rubbed my toes over the tip of Walt's stiff cock. The nylon must have felt good as he unleashed an immediate moan.

"I think it does turn you on," I said. "I think you love that another man fucked your wife last night. I think you love that you got to offer your submission in that way, that you stayed home while I went out and satisfied my sexual desires with someone else, with someone that possesses a bigger cock than you, with someone that made me cum harder than you have in a long time."

I saw pain on his face. I saw desire. I saw agony. I saw lust. I saw Walt have what I now understand is a remarkably common experience for cuckolds as he worked his way through a wealth of emotions.

"You can fuck me if you admit that it turned you on," I said. "I know it wasn't pure arousal, but that's not what I'm asking you to admit, Walt. I just want to hear you say that it turns you on to think of your wife cumming with another man's cock deep in her pussy. Or that it turns you on to think of your wife sucking another man's cock in the shower this morning and getting him so worked up that we didn't even bother drying off before he carried me to the bed to fuck me again before we checked out."

Walt's eyes went wide and I felt his cock dripping precum onto my toes.

"It's been a long time since I gave a blowjob in the shower," I said. "I enjoyed it, though, and I'm quite certain I'll be doing it again. There's something so attractive about Michael's body when it's all wet in the shower. He's so...so manly. I loved running my hands over his chest. I loved kissing him in the shower. I loved stroking his cock as I sucked on his tongue. I loved how he moaned when I told him I was desperate to have him in my mouth, when I told him that I had to suck his cock one more time before we checked out."

I really did get turned on saying that, by the way. Michael's the kind of man that makes a woman - or makes me, at least - get wet when she thinks about pleasuring him how he wants to be pleasured.

"It turns me on!"

I smiled.

"It does," Walt said. "It turns me on. It's so fucked up, but it turns me on."

"It's not fucked up," I replied softly as I caressed his face. "It's not fucked up at all. It's beautiful, Walt."

I took my panties off and backed into the bed. I spread my legs. I played with my pussy while Walt watched from his knees.

"Now come fuck the pussy that another man enjoyed last night and this morning. Come fuck the pussy that Michael's going to enjoy many, many times in the coming months. Who knows? He might even fuck this tight little pussy more often than you."

Walt crawled into the bed and slid inside me.

"Does it feel good?" I whispered.

"You're perfect," he said.

Walt began to fuck me. His thrusts were slow at first, but I could tell he was working to hold back. He wanted to extend the pleasure of being inside me, probably because he knew he'd cum quickly if he really went for it.

I wanted to make him cum quickly, though. I wanted to exert that control. The idea of doing so turned me on, actually. So I made it happen.

"His cock felt better than yours," I whispered.

Walt fucked me harder.

"He was so much deeper inside me than you are."

He pounded me harder and groaned.

"He's thicker than you. I felt so much fuller with him inside me."

Walt came inside me. He came hard. I wrapped my legs around him. I showered his neck in soft kisses. I told him I loved him.

"I love you too," he said between grunts as he pumped my pussy full of cum.

I held him tight after he'd finished cumming. We kissed. We touched each other. He remained inside me until he went soft.

"Did you enjoy fucking me?" I asked after he pulled out.

Walt looked a little embarrassed, glanced away for a second, and then looked back at me and admitted, "It was incredible. I...I came really hard. Harder than usual."

"Because it turns you on that I fucked another man last night...and that I'm going to keep fucking Michael."

Again he looked away, but this time he nodded while doing so.

"Get me a towel to clean up," I instructed. "Then I'd like a massage. A nice long massage, in fact. If you do a good job I'll let you make me cum."

He smiled. Despite his orgasm, he still enjoyed getting to submit. "Of course."

Walt retrieved a towel and I cleaned up. Then I stripped out of my lingerie, laid face down in the bed, and told him to get to work on rubbing my body.

He gave a damn good massage. Full body. When it was over I let him make me cum. He did a damn good job of that, too.

I'd gotten him to admit that he was turned on by being cuckolded. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but Walt doing so would open me up to pushing him to go further into that particular form of pleasure and a whole new world of domination was about to open up in front of me.

It turned out to be a great deal of fun for both of us, as you'll soon read about.