Why I love fucking Strangers… [MF]

​I’m happily married to my wonderful Husband. We’re in a Hotwife sexual lifestyle, and we’re having fun in it.

Typically, whenever I play with another man, it’s almost always under this [Stranger fetish](https://www.reddit.com/r/vsmpx/comments/a2zw39/my_stranger_fantasy/) that I have. ​I don’t have many rules (other than the normal common sense limits), but my strong preference is to play under this Stranger pretense.

I don’t know, the best way to describe fucking a Stranger, is like opening a present Christmas morning. You know Christmas is coming, and you know you’re going to get a gift. But you just don’t know what is inside, what it’ll be, if you’ll like it, how you’ll enjoy it. For me, leading up to the fuck date with a Stranger, I kind of have the same feelings. You don’t know what he’ll look like, what his voice sounds like, how good he’ll be in bed. I know the date is coming, but the thrill of being surprised, the foreplay leading up to it, is very…. appealing to me.

When I sitting at the bar, waiting for the Stranger to arrive and reveal himself, there is this nervous giddiness that I have. I just want Christmas morning to arrive already. Everybody at the bar, would have already seen how I’m dressed. Tight dress, short skirt, sky high heels. Perhaps the top of my stockings would reveal themselves. My tits would be bursting out, advertising my role, my intent for the night. Everybody knows Christmas morning has arrived, and I’m going to get fucked for my present.

When I finally meet my stranger, and we’re back at the hotel, there are still many questions that I have. Sure, I know what he looks like, but I have no idea how he likes to fuck. Is he Dominant? Submissive? Sensual? Powerful? How does he like his cock sucked? Deep and tight? Or does he prefer a wet, loose blowjob? Is he a man who prefers that I leave my high heels on? Stuff like that.

See my goal, when fucking a Stranger, to make him completely happy, satisfied. I want our night to be the best fuck he’s ever had. I get off on that. It turns me on so much. For that one night, I want to make sure he gets to indulge in whatever kinks/fetishes he wants. To have his cock sucked the way that he wants. To fuck however he wants to fuck. With a Stranger, I just don’t know any of these things. Does he want to fuck me senseless? Fuck my brains out? Is he the grabby, pull my hair type? Should I talk dirty to him, encouraging him to use me as his fuck toy? Throughout that night, I’m learning more about the Stranger, how he likes to fuck, his preferences. I love this exploration, and adapting myself to make him as satisfied as possible.

I’m a woman, who usually very organized. I’m always on time, punctual, polite, kind. I usually know what I’m getting myself into. But in this Stranger fantasy of mine, there are so many questions, so many unknowns. It’s a complete mind fuck for me, and I honestly love it.

After our night of fucking, the next morning is so exhilarating for me. Usually, the Stranger and I will meet my husband, early in the morning for some coffee or something. And I’m dressed… the same way as I was the night before. The same tight dress, short skirt, high heels. An inappropriate outfit, given the time of day. My stocking tops stained with cum, peaking out from under the dress. My tits fully on display, advertising the debauchery last night. I’ll get many many stares, smirks, smiles, gawks… Even a passing comment from a voyeuristic man.

And underneath my slut outfit, is a body and mind corrupted by the Stranger. A body successfully manipulated and shaped to his liking. A body soiled by sweat, passion and cum. My butt slightly red from the spankings. My pussy well used, molded to fit his cock. My asshole, now gaping from the aggressive balls deep pounding just hours before.

I actually prefer one night stands. It’s simple, straight forward, easy. Just a night of indulgence, with no strings attached. I don’t have any expectations afterwards. No call, no text, no second date. After we part ways the next morning, the Stranger doesn’t need to call me or keep in touch. I’m happily married to the love of my life, so I’m not looking for a relationship, a commitment.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bagoxg/why_i_love_fucking_strangers_mf