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This my wife perspective of our first cuckold experience. You can find my story here
I catch sight of the hotel on the edge of the ring road. At the roundabout, I signal and pull into the parking lot. The air is heavy, thunderstorms and downpours threatening.
At the reception desk, a woman stands behind the counter. Her makeup is overdone, her deep cleavage accentuated by a lace tank top, a Basque cross around her neck. She pays me no attention, reminding me of a brothel madam.
She taps her notebook with her ultra-manicured nails.
After a while, she asks me the name on my reservation and whether I’ll be taking breakfast.
I give the name as naturally as possible and pretend to consider the breakfast, though I already know I won’t take it.
Once I have the keys, I go up to the first floor.
I turn on the light and discover the room.
Accustomed to hotels with tasteful decor and numerous amenities, the slightly bourgeois woman that I am smiles to herself, wondering if she can overlook the hopelessly outdated decor that brings to mind a first-class American motel.
The almost nonexistent light, dim and muted, already gives the place a peculiar atmosphere.
The air seems thick with secrets, with the traces of furtive encounters.
A place where function takes precedence over everything else, where the ambiance neither seeks to seduce nor to comfort—a place where you know a meeting is meant to happen, no matter the setting.
The wait is a mix of excitement and stress.
Just as I’m about to send a flirtatious photo to my man, there’s a knock at the door.
I open it. A thrilling wave of heat rises within me.
He greets me. Backlit, I can barely make out his face.
He presses me against the door, runs his hand along my thighs, slides it behind my neck, and kisses me.
I kiss him back, a little more fiercely.
He presses himself against me.
We kiss deeply, more and more passionately. We begin to explore each other’s bodies over our clothes at first, then our hands find each other’s skin.
He takes my face in his hands, kisses me more gently, then my neck. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and I like him. I caress his chest, kiss him.
This lull doesn’t last long—just long enough to catch our breath.
I wrap one leg around him, pulling him closer to my body.
I know I’m already very wet, incredibly turned on.
He bites me. I love it.
He slips his hand under my dress, pops the buttons of my bodysuit. The sound excites me terribly. He fingers me, and I hear his breath grow ragged against my neck.
He grabs my hair, pushes my face against the wall, shoves me into a corner of the room, his fingers still inside me, biting me at the same time. We kiss hungrily, undressing each other.
His rough hands restrain me, making my sex swell with desire.
I’m dripping onto his fingers. I love the way he dominates me. He turns me around and slaps my ass. I feel his firm hand on my back. His cock against me, my face still pressed to the wall, I submit to him and it’s delicious.
I turn around, grab his neck, and kiss him fiercely, exploring his body, his cock.
We move to the bed. He sits on the mattress and I straddle him backward, offering him a view of my arched ass.
I take care of his cock, uncover it, caress it gently. Then I turn around to kiss him, pressing myself against him.
He rubs his cock against mine, we caress each other, sitting face to face.
I lie down, and he slides on top of me. He kisses my breasts, bites them. My nipples ache deliciously, so hard. He takes them in his mouth, and I cling to him.
He moves down between my legs. He licks and sucks me, and I can’t resist—I come. First orgasm of the night.
I pull my legs up, wrap them around his waist. He rubs his cock against mine again, and I touch my clit. I decide to film a little for my man, to send him the video and tease his anticipation.
I crouch down, and he fingers me. He masturbates me hard. I moan, arch my back. I want more.
(…)
I crouch in front of him. He takes my ponytail, and we find the same rhythm—him with his hips, me with his cock in my mouth. He caresses me, my pussy, my ass.
I stand up. He penetrates me, and we grind our sexes together. I caress my clit, giving myself a lot of pleasure.
I lie down, and he masturbates me hard, his hand moving fast. I moan, arch, and come again.
I tell him I love being penetrated again right after an orgasm.
I lie on my back.
He slides on and into me. I look into his eyes, excited. The rhythm quickly turns wild.
He puts his hand on my throat, dominates me, chokes me slightly. I love it. This control he has over me. I also want to dominate him, to ride his cock.
I sit up, he sits, and I decide to straddle him. I use the mezzanine to intensify the movement of my hips. We look at each other again, and it excites me. I love his gaze, the desire and pleasure I see in it. I see him holding back, and I want to push him to the limit.
We switch positions—sometimes he’s on top, but we always come back to me riding him, slowly at first, then harder. Still holding onto the mezzanine.
He starts to insert his fingers into my ass.
The fire in my belly, already burning, flares up completely.
I tell him I love it, that I want him to take me everywhere, in the ass.
He turns me over, takes me from behind.
I feel my clit extremely swollen, my pussy still dripping.
He sodomizes me, and I masturbate, on the verge of exploding, an orgasm too big, I know it. I don’t want to come yet.
I ask him to take me doggy style to calm down.
I feel his hands on my ass, his thrusts, hard. Harder and harder.
I turn around, climb on top of him, wanting to feel him deep inside. To look at him.
I sway languidly, then we move together. I come. A few seconds later, so does he.
I lie on my side, facing him. I look at him. I caress his chest, his hips, his ass. I want him to take me again.
I kiss him. Half on my side, half lying down, my ass arched, he takes me again just minutes after the first time.
He takes me hard, very hard. One hand on my neck, my face pressed into the mattress.
His thrusts are so powerful they push me forward, his hand still on my nape. I’m out of my body, the pleasure so intense, my head now off the mattress, I scream with pleasure, we come again, together.
(…)
We find ourselves in the parking lot. He slips a hand under my dress—I’m naked underneath, for my man. I’m still on fire. He kisses me and leaves.
I’m very excited to go see my man. I get into the car and drive back to our rental.
I walk into the room. He’s lying on the bed, and I can see in his eyes that he’s already very turned on.
I smell of sweat and sex, my mascara has run.
I go straight to him, sit on him, and feel his cock extremely hard.
We’ve made love twice a day for a week, without him coming. His whole being is tense beneath me. I love it. This power I have over him.
I start to tell him about our evening. He grabs my ass at the same time, caresses my pussy, still wet and swollen with desire.
I ask if he wants to taste me, and I sit on his face. He says I taste like latex, and I tell him I was taken in the ass.
He explores with his hands, I’m still wet. He licks me, listening to bits of my night.
I don’t make him wait any longer. I straddle him, looking at him, dominant over his cock, imposing and hard.
I feel his cock pulse inside me, and I come with him.
How divine it is to make love to two men in the same night.