Oh hey, here I am with another story from my hot date.
First part you can find here
That first night with M., when my husband played the cuckold, was so intense that just a couple of days later my husband suggested we do it again. Only this time… I’d go ALONE. His only condition was that I record it.
I text M., asking if he wants to do it again. He says he’s game and already ready to book an apartment. When the day comes, I’m EXTREMELY nervous—more nervous than the first time. How come? Probably because this time it feels even more forbidden… my dear husband won’t be there.
I want M. to want me even more than the first time, so I spend a lot of time thinking about what to wear and finally choose denim shorts and a short knitted lilac top that shows off my stomach, shoulders, and chest. I decide to skip the bra (I never wear one anyway). I’m even careful when picking panties that flatter my ass—I really want him to crave me, damn.
I get a video message from M. showing me the apartment. He says, “So the apartment is ready…” As soon as I see this, I start feeling SO WEIRD. I’ve never felt anything stranger in my life. For some reason it feels a bit uncomfortable, even dangerous, so new—because we’ve booked a room just so I can go there and have sex with a guy. A guy who isn’t my boyfriend or anything. It feels so unusual, almost like it makes me some kind of slut, you know?
He also asks if I want to grab some food. I reply, no food—but I wouldn’t mind prosecco. Then he says we can buy some wine and go straight to the hotel. And at that moment, I feel myself getting SO wet. I realize I don’t care about all those thoughts in my head—I’m enjoying this, and my body is the best proof of it.
We meet outside, buy prosecco, and head to the apartment. I don’t feel like myself—the tension is building up in my body. He’s wearing a black polo, and I blurt out, “My husband has a pair of shorts from the same collection.” He laughs. I think to myself, Wow, what a brilliant thing to say.
The apartment looks amazing—floor-to-ceiling windows, beautiful furniture. I glance at the bedroom as we walk into the kitchen, with its table, two chairs, and a couch. And I’m thinking, I want to fuck you on that couch.
We sit at the table, start sipping prosecco, and catching up. I feel so nervous and jittery, stumbling over my words, unable to even build sentences like a normal person. He notices and asks me why. Well, I don’t know…
The prosecco does its thing, and I start to relax. I stand up to go to the bathroom, but he stops me and pulls me down onto his lap. I get flustered, but still end up going to the bathroom. In the mirror, I take a quick selfie and send it to my husband. He texts me back immediately, obviously excited.
When I return, he’s still sitting in the chair. I approach him from behind and start touching him—his shoulders, then moving to his neck, his chest. My fingers brush over the buttons on his shirt. I pull his head back and look into his eyes—they’re light brown. I run my hand through his hair, messing it up a little, and breathe in his scent. Of course, he smells SO good.
He doesn’t let me touch him for long. He stands up, lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist, and carries me into the bedroom. I feel so small in his strong arms—it makes me dizzy.
He throws me onto the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt, but I tell him I want to do it myself. I kneel on the bed and take it off. I enjoy doing it myself–his body drives me absolutely insane. He quickly undresses me and starts kissing my lips, my neck, and my breasts. I roll onto my belly, and he slaps my butt, saying, “Beautiful ass.” Bingo.
He takes off my panties and does the same with his boxers. Then he lies on top of me and continues kissing me everywhere. I greedily run my fingers over his body—he turns me on so freaking much I can hardly stand it. He slides his fingers between my thighs and sees there’s no need for any lubricant. I’m all ready for you, baby.
The moment he fills me, I’m in pure bliss. It feels different this time. There are no spinning thoughts, no anxiety, not even the slightest discomfort. I’m just here, fully in the moment. I hear his quiet moans—him, usually so reserved!
He turns me onto my side, and that’s when I remember—we’re supposed to make a video. I hand him my phone, and he starts filming as he fucks me from behind. I feel shy in front of the camera and let out a quiet laugh. It’s actually so distracting… but that’s what my husband wants.
Then he suggests we continue in the shower. I have a different idea, so I tell him, “I want to try something.” He lies on his back, and I pause, just sitting on top of him, admiring his body. Seriously, I could look at it forever. I start covering his chest with kisses, slowly moving my tongue down to his stomach, to his belly button, and even lower…
He says, “I love looking at your beautiful body,” and hearing that warms my heart, because I wasn’t sure if he thought that. He’s still wearing a condom, but I decide to lick his dick anyway. Hesitantly, I take him into my mouth and think to myself, Okay… the condom feels weird. I’m not sure if he can feel anything through it, so I ask him. He says, “Not really. But I can take it off… if you want.” OF COURSE I want it! But I’m a health freak, so I just smile and say, “Next time.”
Then he INSISTS we go to the shower together. I’m intrigued… We step into the shower cabin (wow, it’s huge!), and we kiss again. I take some shower gel and start lathering up his chest and arms. He does the same to me, and my breasts feel so slippery in his hands. We’re enveloped by steam from the hot water, our kisses blurred by it. I feel like some soft, slippery, obedient mass in his hands.
A moment later, he rinses the shower cabin wall with hot water to warm it up (how thoughtful!), and that’s when I realize what he wants to do. He lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his hips, and he presses me against the wall. He pushes into me roughly, and I let out a sigh. I can feel my fingers involuntarily digging into his back because it feels so goddamn good. I’ve never tried this position before, but now I think it’s going to be my favorite even if gravity is definitely working against us, haha. I close my eyes and feel his hands firmly gripping my ass, moving me up and down on his dick. When he finally puts me down, I feel lightheaded from the heat and can barely catch my breath. We dry ourselves off and then collapse onto the bed together.
We lie very close to each other, still naked, talking about what just happened. I softly admit that I’ve wanted to have an orgasm with him for so long, but for some reason I couldn’t. He promises it’s going to happen, soon. I take a mental note of that and bite my lower lip at the sheer thought of it happening with him. Does that mean he wants more? I know I do.
When I come back, my husband meets me at the door. He looks tired after a long day at work, but excited to hear my story. We head straight to the bedroom, where I pull out my phone and push him onto his back. As I start telling him about my date, he’s already hard and puts my hand on his dick. I play the video of M. behind me and begin stroking him. He grumpily says the video is too short, puts away the phone, and climbs on top of me. He asks, “You didn’t take a shower, did you?” I tell him no. He starts fucking me, unable to take his eyes off me.
When we finish, he is determined to make me come. That’s the generosity of his nature—he never lets me go without an orgasm. He settles between my legs and starts licking my pussy. I close my eyes, and I see the images of what happened an hour ago. I come quickly, throwing my head back, grabbing the sheets and, haha accidentally banging my head lightly against the wall. I can still feel myself trembling down there. My husband covers me with kisses, and I drift off to sleep.
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