For Medium members :mostly

If you enjoy hotwife stories, I highly recommend Max Sebastian and in particular his serial (link below), A Wife for Watching, Each story is complete and is about a 10 minute read (2000 words) and he is still going. 42 stories so far (12/12). If you are not a paid Medium member I think you get 2 free stories a day. Each one is worth it. Here’s the start: A Wife For Watching.

Tease Me

Tease Me

Please don’t please me.

Tease me. 

Dangle me like an oyster before your mouth.

Taunt me. 

Pretend to take me and deny me.

Edge me.

Thrill me and tickle me.

Talk to me, show me, fantasize with me.

Tease me.

Say you will but don’t.

It’s okay.

It’s what I like.

Slowly touch

When speed is desired.

Remove and move and have some fun.

Tease me. 

Bring me to a higher level

And let me be.

Let me live there

On the Edge.

Please me.

Tease me.

(Originally written/published 10 years ago)

Betrayed

She led me along perfectly. Each step so well suited to my desire to be dominated. First, it was our conversations, all texted, when she asked about what turned me on. She fed my fantasies. I told her that I loved the idea of being exposed to other women by her. Her dominance on display. She concocted a series of ideas of ways we might approximate that in cyberspace.

When I confessed to being excited, she encouraged it but told me to ask for her permission which she granted without a lot of fuss. She encouraged my orgasms while getting me to delay longer and longer. She liked it when I had to beg her for her permission. And I mean really beg her.

She made changes in my conversation. At first, she required that I call her Miss (with a capital M), Princess, Goddess or Queen. Other terms of royalty were allowed such as her Majesty, Her Highness, Duchess, etc. I was not to use her first name without her permission. In the beginning she required me to use one of her titles in at least every third sentence.

I also had to eliminate the words “I, me, my, mine” from my available dictionary and replace them with “your submissive, your inferior, your servant, your slave, ours (for mine), etc.” I was surprised at how speaking in the third person emphasized my lesser position.

She gave me pictures to worship. At first, they were partial glimpses’ of her. The nape of her neck, her foot, her naked back from shoulder to hip, and so forth. Enough that I could see, what a beautiful girl she was. Promises of showing herself fully to me on camera, once I had proven my devotion.

Then slowly she began to take fuller control. I had to appear on my camera for her knowing before hand that she would not reciprocate. I asked her for prove that she was in fact a woman. (Guys are known to play this game.) She required my phone number and she called and we chatted. She had a wonderful sensual voice.

Mistress had me download an app that allowed her to access my computer and manipulate it. She wanted to peruse my computer without me stopping her. I could see what she was looking at but she had control of the mouse and she could browse, open, and copy files at will. It was a challenge of Trust and Obedience because we both knew she could go in search of other information. My address and phone. My financial information. Information about relationships, contact lists, email, text trails. I felt so vulnerable while she looked and when she occasionally wandered into a directory or file with sensitive information, she immediately closed it and went elsewhere.

She saw that I had a lot of porn – photos, gifs, videos, and stories. For an assignment between sessions, she would have me collect a certain genre of pictures, videos, and stories. She would make me lie naked on my stomach. She instructed me to put two pillows under my hips. Pressing them together around my engorged cock. Looking at my screen while she and I jointly would go through my selection of Guys in Bondage, or Mistress and Sub Male punishments, or Older Women with Younger Men, etc. We would discuss each in terms of what was happening. This would often lead to a detailed discussion of what forces brought the participants to the scene in the image.

She would watch my hips move, running my cock between the two pillows and a cotton t-shirt I would have laid on sheet earlier. Randomly, she would tell me to stop. Perhaps to test her power over me. She enjoyed being in control and I could see she loved it best when I was on the verge of losing control and exploding without her permission. I usually did good.

Throughout the process, My Princess nurtured my fantasies. She encouraged me to explore my exhibitionist fantasies. She had me perform in front of my windows. I live in a u-shaped condominium building. The windows have horizontal blinds on them. She showed me how to slant the blinds but leave them open slightly so someone from their above a floor or below a floor could see into the room.

With the blinds slanted up so my room could be seen only from the floor above on the other side of the L – about 6 units – she had me lie on my bed and play with my cock, lights on, naked as a jaybird. She had me buy a bluetooth headset and she gave me specific orders while she watched me on her camera.

In another session she invited another woman to participate and she, too, blocked her video. Then she put the link to the meeting out on the Internet and several other people joined some for just a short time. She had me put a butt plug in and dance for the audience. I could hear my Mistress and her friend, Samantha, carrying on a conversation. They were commenting on the suggestions that were being made in Chat and making me do some of the silly things that were being asked.

She was ready to cam to cam with me. She wanted to make sure that she looked good for me.

“You wouldn’t have any objection to buying a little something for me to wear,” she said. She had three links. All were for dresses and lingerie and each cost about $500 each. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I’m married and can’t be spending that kind of money. I never heard from her again. I spoke to someone I know on the Internet and they said she had a right to expect me to pay? What do you think?

I, Cuckold

Let me stand and say that I am a cuckold and to be perfectly clear, I don’t speak for every cuckold. I think of myself as an enabler. An enabler for my wife to achieve an unlimited array of situational ecstasy. Virtually unlimited. I don’t believe I have any boundaries when it comes to her pleasure. Maybe someday I will find some boundary but for now she is free to explore her sexual desires as she pleases.

But you must understand my wife to appreciate my view. She is not the typical brassy blonde (although she is blond). She is very shy in her interactions with men. She is inclined to feel guilty about any transgression from the expectations for a good wife. Yet her shyness is belied by her beauty.

Men approach her, ring or not, to test her faithfulness. Her beauty attracts them. I, on the other hand, am just average. I have never understood what Debbie saw in me and how I was lucky enough to win her over. Perhaps it is my nature as a cuckold and a pleaser that won her over.

Without me, she would likely be in a vanilla marriage, faking orgasms with the routine of her husband. Instead, she has had a wonderful encounter with an ebony-skinned Caribbean native when we were on vacation. A mind-bending weekend with my college roommate and I both working her together. A trip to amateur night at a strip club 50 miles from home. And more adventures to come.

My wife traveled for her business and I encouraged her to accept the attention of a stranger if he appealed to her.  It was years before she took me up on the offer.  I got a call one night – a Zoom call – and she is with this guy in a suit, tie loosened, very professional looking, and a little older. She told me that he offered her a drink in his room. She wanted me to tell him it was OK with me for her to go to bed with him. She handed him the phone.

I laughed and told him it was perfectly fine for her to have as good a time as she wanted with him. I told him I wanted him to use a condom.  I could only guess that she didn’t want this stranger to think she was the type of wife that would cheat on her husband.

That was first time she had sex with someone without me present but it wasn’t the last. Most of the time she told me about her encounters but I never required her to and I’m pretty sure there have been instances where she hasn’t shared.

Most of the time, it is me that sees an opportunity and takes advantage of it. Like the time we met a nice couple while on vacation in Grand Padre Island.  We were in our room, drinking, laughing, telling stories, showing tattoos.  Magda, the other women, fell asleep on the couch but her husband, Nick, who was a big guy – 6’4” at least – still had room for more.

I suggested a three handed game of strip poker and when my wife was unsure, I suggested we put it to a vote.  The men won, 2 votes to 1 and before long, Debbie was losing her bra and down to just her panties. Nick and I were still mostly dressed. I offered Debbie the option of taking her panties off if she lost or she could treat us to some oral pleasuring.

Soon she lost and Nick was more than happy to remove his pants and underwear so Debbie could get easy access.  His cock was a lot like his physique – long, thick, and rather impressive. Debbie seemed to enjoy sucking his cock. So much so that I had to remind her to quit and return to the game.  Nick lost the next hand and since he had already removed his remaining clothes, I suggested that he return the oral favor to Debbie that she gave to him.

That was all the prodding that was necessary and the game was forgotten from there.  Nick proceeded to give Debbie multiple orgasms with his mouth while I attended to her face.  I whispered in her ear how I was going to let him fuck her with his big fat cock, reminding her of how big and thick it was.  I pressed my hands against her breasts, blew hot kisses on her neck and ear and watched her face wince in the pleasure of orgasm. 

I gave Nick the go-ahead to fuck my wife and he did so without hesitation.  His fucking was violent. This big man lying on top of my wife, burying her in the bed, crushing her breasts, banging her hard and fast.  Debbie screamed, moaned, and squirmed.  Her arms barely around his large torso squeezed him close.

Soon he was done. Spent, he rolled off her. I asked if she wanted more. Yes, was the reply and so I mounted her and did my best to fill her enlarged cavity.  Not too well, but I tried. I knew where the bullet vibrator was, turned it on and placed it between our pelvises. My fuck was less violent, almost soothing in comparison. I asked her if she was having a good time. Asked her if she wanted another round with Nick when I was done. She nodded.

I sped up. The situation with Nick excited me almost as much as it did her, I think.  Soon I was spurting my load inside her while Nick was changing his condom for a fresh one. I dismounted and Nick replaced me.  This time he lasted longer, perhaps not quite as violent but he made a special effort to go deep and I could see in Debbie’s eyes that she was appreciating every thrust.

He was concerned that he was too heavy for her and rolled over so she was on top.  I got between their tandem legs and kissed her lower back, then her cheeks and finally I poked her butt hole with my tongue as her hips came up. I had a bird’s eye view of her leaking juices over his huge cock.  She came again and again in a rush of sequential orgasms.  Finally pulling off him exhausted.

Magda woke up just as we were all done. Seeing the three of us naked on the bed she mused, “Did I miss anything?”

The Hotwife Lifestyle

The hotwife lifestyle, as seen by a devoted male, is not about an inadequate male. It is about a male who enables his loved one to fulfill her wildest dreams by giving her complete control over their combined sexual activities. It may develop from feelings of inadequacy on the part of the man but more often it is the recognition of the power that a particular woman holds over him. That power can come from a deep love and devotion. He, more than likely, holds her in an elevated position.

To be a hotwife, the male has agreed to let her live out her fantasies.  To enable this, most husbands of hotwives will give them the lead on decisions in their sex life and, by definition, all the control over her own sex initiatives.  Often this situation is one-sided, meaning that the male is explicitly not allowed to do the same. There are quite a few cases of hotwives, where the husband initiates the action.

This power shift is usually explicit but not always.  The male often gives up this control willingly, especially those who hold their woman in an elevated position. It could also be because the male enjoys watching a woman fulfill her fantasies.  It might also be because she has better judgement that him.  Or maybe her imagination is greater.  Or maybe she is better at dealing with others; managing situations.

Whatever the reason, a growing number of married men and a growing number of married women seem to be embracing this lifestyle.  Perhaps, it has always been there and we are just more able to talk about it now.

Medium

I’ve decided to give medium a try with a few longer stories. Starting with and an old one about a male massage therapist and a beautiful customer. Predicable but I’ve always had good response to it. Here’s a link: https://medium.com/@RushmoreJudd/her-massage-2d79c5a3d5c

Has anyone had any experience with Medium? Love to hear your thoughts.

Tasting

It’s not that I like the taste. The slightly musky taste generated by the heat between us. Your anticipation of my obedience to your command. I can feel the heat building between my own legs. In my clenched crack.

It’s not the touch of your firm cheeks that I spread with my hands.

It’s not the tiny bumping along the pink rim as my tongue slowly tickles it.

Nor the back splash from my own hot breath.

The reason I enjoy licking your ass, My Mistress, is that it makes you squirm in such a delightful way, and moan such music to my ears, and express your want for me so wantonly.

Sinning

Open your legs to me

As I kneel before you.

My head bowed in reverence.

Mouth watering, waiting

For your signal.

I slowly lift my eyes

Taking in the splendor

Before me.

Drawn in with the curves of your thighs

The folds of your sex

Clean shaven, delicate.

My eyes continue up to yours

Pleading for your signal

As you look down upon me.

With a smile

Your finger waves me in

The signal to begin

My sin

Of devotion.

Her Penises

My goddess has a fascination with penises. She relishes them.  Loves to see them grow.  Even loves more to see them stretched at full height, bobbing, if possible.  And she likes to be in control of them.  Loves to tease them, fondle them, rub them, lick them.  Yes, them. 

The first time we made love, she overwhelmed me with attention to my cock.  She held it.  Gently fondled it.  Licked it.  Admired it.  Excited it. Over and over again for a long time.  I fell in love with her between my legs cuddling my cock.

It is not just mine, however.  It’s mine and other men who submit to her will or who just strike her fancy.  There was the time she made me watch her suck off the 14” cock of a Serbian giant man.  He’s a regular now.  I’d call him a friend but we hardly ever talk.  And the time she took on the entire night crew at our favorite bar.  Every time we go back, the staff asks her to stay until closing again but we only do it occasionally. 

I do not mind her devotion to the altar of other men because I know I am her rock.  The place she can depend on for support and comfort and kindness.  And I, in turn, get my share. Deferred, delayed, long lasting – the way I like it.  She wants to take it farther now, and has told me that she is going to fuck the Serb the next time he is over.  She has asked n=me if I would consider sucking a cock for her, too.  Not sure I’m going to like this. 

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My Goddess

Your photos draw me in.

The photos of your stare.

Inviting, hypnotic, sensual.

A woman now, if never a child.

Who loves to exercise the power –

Your feminine power.

Your look makes me want you.

Want to please you.

Want to protect you from harm.

To obey you

In your every command.

Oh so hypnotic are you.