Make Your Wife Hot

I am no William Hurt, but my wife is definitely as hot as than Kathleen Turner and yesterday, I unknowingly recreated a famous scene from “Body Heat” in my own house! I don’t know how else to convince you, other than to say it again. You are an idiot if you don’t incorporate TIMING into your seduction. It isn’t as simple as coming on too strong or too weak (or both). It is a combination of mood, timing, and patience. The art of seduction, foreplay and teasing is timeless.  Watch the 30 second clip and let me explain a seduction story that happened yesterday…

As guys, we all know about “morning time”… our hormone levels are increased, there is noticeable bulge in the sheets and an incessant urge to pee. Managing our lust and our desire to relieve ourselves is a never-ending battle of “do I pee or should I try to slip Mr. Happy into his favorite spot?”  Yesterday, I opted for plan B and I rate the sex at about a B or B-. Now, I don’t blame her for not being 100%, I was still a little groggy and hadn’t worked out yet, so my own flexibility wasn’t up to par. (Then again, there is not much wrong with mediocre sex…still beats a good day at work!)

As it was a Sunday, we slept in after we were done with sex, got some chores got done, church was attended, and homework was started. The little woman, however, broke routine and had an afternoon shower. The feeling of being clean always tends to make her feel sexy. I was downstairs when I received my first dirty text, “I wish you were in the shower with me,” it read. “Hire 2 Asian courtesans to give you a sponge bath,” was my reply… and our light dirty text exchange that afternoon (yes…even in the same house, we still text really filthy stuff to each other) raised her hormone level and I found myself giving her foreplay without even being in the room. After her shower she came downstairs into my office, closed my door and locked it. (Hmm, I wonder what she wanted?) She sauntered over to my desk and in the most subtle, sweet and innocent manner, she whispered into my ear, “I wanna fuck you.”

Now, Sundays have always been kind of special at the Steponin’s. It is a day of rest, recuperation from the week and everyone has a chance to sleep in. By 2 PM, I was busy writing another article and wasn’t in the mood. As a guy, this normally doesn’t matter, because like you, I can get in the mood about as quickly as congress can pass a spending bill. I was in the writing zone, however, and truthfully, I was on a roll and wanted to finish my article. I didn’t want to break my concentration, so I did what most men wouldn’t do.

I refused her advances.

The difference was, I didn’t refuse and simply send her on her way. I knew she needed a few more orgasms. She is very hot so I elected to help out the best way I know how when I am not around. I simply told her, “Go upstairs, get out your favorite toy and break out the video camera. I want to watch you later.” She giggled and said, “Use my toy? Ok, but your son has the camera and I don’t want to mix up the tapes right now.”

Good idea.

Interestingly, after about 15 minutes, I was done with my article and decided to surprise my wife. I quietly slipped upstairs and tried to open the bedroom door. It was locked of course, so I did something dramatic, blazingly sexy and created a ultra passionate act that cost me around $34.

In one forceful push, I burst into my own bedroom, broke the trim on the door and rushed her. It wasn’t luck that she was about 3 minutes away from an orgasm. I can read her energy even from downstairs. She was hot, horny and didn’t care if I was around or not. She wanted it and my sincere refusal made her want sex even more. Her decision to take care of herself was sealed the second I refused to have sex with her.

My plan to surprise her was spontaneous, violent and passionate.

When I burst into the room, (resembling the scene in Body Heat with Kathleen Turner & William Hurt) breaking the trim and grabbed her legs, she was totally prepared to be banged to the brink of suffering, I knew that the foreplay was complete. She was TOTALLY shocked and instantly came when I entered her.  After the initial shock of breaking our own bedroom door, forcing myself upon her, and her orgasm had subsided, it was time to change pace. We opted for a few Kama Sutra positions that allowed for deep penetration. One of my favorites is having her lie on the back of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. I grab her ass, lift it up about 15 degrees above the bed with her legs over my shoulders. This allows for an extra inch of penetration (feels like 2). Hitting her cervix with rapid pumps, her mind reeled and her eyes rolled back as she started up the ladder of her second orgasm.

I love Sundays…

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Years ago, I had a fetish for older women. The term “cougar” had not yet been invented and publicly dating a woman 15-20 years older wasn’t very socially acceptable. (Thank Demi Moore for changing that!) The following true story helped to shape my foundation not just for being more sexually creative, but learning and applying the lost art of true seduction, romance and passion in relationships.

Many years ago I was a bartender near Northern Chicago. Being 26, fit, funny and full of life was, at the time, the pinnacle of my energy, vitality and perhaps-charm. I was nice to everyone and always flirted with the ladies. It didn’t matter to me whether they were young, old, plain or pretty. I knew that the more I focused on them, the better my tips were. Besides, some of them were pretty hot.

Mixing alcohol, mid-20’s testosterone and women in their 40’s who haven’t had any affection, love or passion in years can be a very ‘dangerous’ combination. It wasn’t until later that I realized I had a fetish for women who were 15-20 years older than me. I am not sure if it was watching “The Graduate” too many times or just a boyhood fantasy about a particular teacher, but the fantasy was about to become reality.

I was working the bar one night and a couple of ladies walked in and sat down. I don’t remember if they had come in there before, but after an hour or so, the big-chested one was locking on my gaze and we had connected on some kind of spiritual or chemical level. You know what I mean. We were attracted to the words, phrases and energy that we both gave off. Her friend was trying to keep her in check, but as they were about to leave, she slipped me a piece of paper and they both stumbled out of the bar; her friend and her giggling as they left.

This wasn’t the first time a woman had given me her number, but it was the first time I had gotten one WITHOUT asking and from a totally hot “cougar” who was a fellow free spirit like me.

I called her.

Our first date was typical dinner and conversation and when we went back to her place, our make out session was steamy, passionate and I wanted more. She was raised in the 50’s and I was raised in the 70’s and that combination created a “not on the first night” response from her. I instantly agreed for a few reasons.

1. I never force or try to influence a woman about sex (especially on a first date)
2. It wasn’t going to be a one night stand. That meant more than one future encounter.

As a young man of 26 I wasn’t a virgin in the clinical sense. I had sex one time in high school (just to say I wasn’t a virgin) and had over a dozen girlfriends in college and had relations with most, but not all of them. I was still young, a bit inexperienced, but very open minded. I had never had a woman put on a French Maid’s outfit, explain tantric sex to me, or have permanently installed mirrors over a bed before. This stuff was completely unknown to me…until I started seeing Janice.

My affair with Janice (not her real name) lasted for 6 glorious months. She was the first women I truly loved and she showed me things and moves that I had never heard of before or since. Her passion and insatiable appetite for romance and raw sex was incredible. We were both very much free spirits and took our lives one day at a time. We didn’t really “date” in the traditional sense. Her friends and my friends didn’t have anything in common which eliminated the possibility of double dates. She knew I loved children and wanted my own some day. We both knew this wasn’t going to be forever, but we both also knew we were made for each other…for a time.

The age difference didn’t bother free spirits like us. While we couldn’t do much of the group couple thing, we did go out nearly every week. When we went to the show, dinner, or to a club, however, we never caught a glimpse of anyone staring at us. We were too busy being into each other.

Coincidentally, when I did meet her friends, I was always introduced as “just a friend” and this never bothered me, except the day that one of her friends suggested setting me up with her daughter! (A REAL “Mrs. Robinson” adventure!) Her daughter of 19 was gorgeous, but that innocent sweetness also came with inexperience, baggage and a immaturity that was never appealing to me.

Janice was the first woman I slept with who was a ‘squirter’. At first, I was shocked by this jettison of fluid from her vagina during an orgasm. After she explained it to me, I looked forward to making her cum and relished in her delight and euphoria.

Those mirrors on the ceiling were out of this world…yum.

She was also the first woman I was with who had a DD breast job. These are as popular as Starbucks today, but back in 1986 in the conservative Midwest, they weren’t as popular.

Janice taught me about seduction, REAL foreplay and the delicate dance of sex. She was a dance instructor with beautifully long legs. She was extremely limber and could move like there was no tomorrow. Translating the “dancing” of sexual foreplay and intercourse is a lost art. Janice showed me who was “leading” and what it meant to anticipate a partner’s move without missing a beat. If there is reincarnation, she was the top courtesan of a king.

She was perfect.

Her perfection was not limited by her stunning good looks. At 5’ 6” tall, 115 lbs. and a DD breast job, her figure was a perfect fit for me. Her athletic, toned body trained from 30+ years of dancing resembled or exceeded any of the 20-somethings I had been with.

Her perfection was more than that. Her spirit, energy, and 100% openness towards sex was what transformed my “average” sexual experience and appetite into a seduction master and lover of all things beautiful.

I will never forget her, of course. But it is more than that; I honor her every day as I make my wife my sex-crazed, hot wife and private concubine.

Thanks, Janice.

Doug Steponin
www.makeyourwifehot.com

I never would have thought that learning to text would INCREASE my sexual activity….but it has!

Guys, if you haven’t learned to text, then spend a few minutes with your teenager and learn…today! You will get an added benefit of being a really cool dad in the process. Texting my wife in the middle of the day, on a train, or during a wedding has added to the ongoing titillation that has created MORE sexual tension and energy in my life than ever before. Below are a few do’s and don’ts to make sure you create the excitement and sexual tension that will make your wife hot! For more ideas, please check out my book. Below are some pointers that have served me well and given me more sex than  I can possibly handle:

DO:
Tease her at odd times. During a boring meeting,  middle of the day, during dinner, or anytime that is unexpected.

DON’T:
Blatantly say you want to have sex. Tease her with nice sayings, hinting towards romance, or a role of a lover.

DO:
Keep your texts short and mysterious. Long texts take away the insinuation or mystery. Less is more.

DON’T:
Always answer your texts immediately. If you need a moment to come up with a great response-take it.

DO:
Be more aggressive. I once asked my wife to remove her panties during a train ride. I didn’t give up and repeated my request for over 45 minutes. If I had been verbally asking, it would have been annoying. Texting, for some reason, removes the annoying part and made it funny.

DON’T:
Use texting to cause any jealousy. If you are not in the same room, any jealousy insinuations may not be taken as humor. Texting removes visual cues that we need to fully understand some humor or wise cracks. Be sure to keep your messages directed only towards your lover.

DO:
Send pictures if you are apart for any length of time. A NEW picture of you gives her the feeling that you want to show yourself to her. Asking her to reciprocate is appropriate and shows her you want her. BONUS for requesting and recieving naughty pictures that are seductive or have any amount of nudity.

Text to your hearts content. Be respectful, but adventureous. The more you surprise her with unusual requests, words, and phrases the better. Don’t worry about when you text or what she’s doing when you send them. The more she gets an UNEXPECTED text, the better your chances of turning that idea into reality when you see her. For more ideas on creating the most sexually-charged relationship imaginable and having a very hot wife, visit my site at www.makeyourwifehot.com.