I didn’t know I was the other woman [MF] [light D/s]

I met Stefan on Tinder.

Our first date was on Boxing Day. Stefan joked that I hadn’t gotten him anything, so when I got home that night I made sure he would want to see me again by sending him a nude. It wasn’t creative by any means: I had gotten a length of ribbon and wrapped my tits and pussy up like a gift. I agonised while he took his sweet time replying, but my patience was rewarded by a single message.

“(Hotel address), 5pm tomorrow. Wear stockings.”

Stefan was waiting for me in the lobby when I showed up stocking-clad the next day. I was a bundle of nerves, he looked calm and collected. The lift up to the room was silent, he didn’t even touch me, but as soon as we got inside he pinned me against the wall. His dark eyes betrayed nothing while he spread my legs apart to find my uncovered sex. I whimpered as he roughly slid a finger along my slit.

“You little slut”

I stared right back and couldn’t help the smirk that curled along my lips, “Turns out I did get you a present”

“You wanna try that again?” Stefan said, his fingers now threatening to plunge into me. “Merry Christmas, sir” and I was rewarded with two fingers. We’d barely gotten into the room.

That first time I saw Stefan naked was truly something else. His tattooed body looked as if it were carved out of marble, but with a field of curly black hair on his chest. It was a fitting description in more ways than one, considering his cock matched the ones who display at a museum. I didn’t mind though.

We saw each other twice a week. Seeing is a stretch really, since we would only ever meet in hotels, and he’d always be gone by the time I woke up. He always paid for a generous in room breakfast though.

Stefan put me through the gauntlet: sensory deprivation, shibari, wax… He loved to test my limits and often times when he drove me just to the edge I would forget our safe word. He made me work for his affection and attention, not in a way that was withholding, but like it was a game. The only game he could beat me in, despite all the shit he talked about being good at Street Fighter.

Which brings us to the last time I saw Stefan. He finally invited me to his apartment, and I was excited, brushing aside some telltale signs that a woman had definitely lived there or was currently staying there. Our night started off chill, drinking highballs and playing SF2 on an arcade machine he salvaged. Every time I lost I’d have to take off a piece of clothing, but since I actually walked the walk I had only lost my top and bra. Stefan was getting frustrated, and he put a remote control vibrator inside me before our next match, to which I’d teased him for splitting his attention further. He increased the intensity in between rounds as I squeezed my thighs together, trying helplessly to maintain focus. Finally, I seceded the game and begged him to let me cum.

“Put this on first,” he said, chucking a small bejewelled butt plug at me. “I want you to feel stuffed to the brim.”

After my ass was plugged, Stefan finally lead me to his bedroom where a thick dildo had been strapped to a chair. He turned the vibrator down and commanded me to impale myself on the fleshy 8”.

“It’s too big sir”

“I don’t care. Do you want to cum or not?”

“Yes sir”

“Then sit, slut”

I did as I was told, easing the dildo into me inch by inch. Stefan was right, I felt stuffed to the brim. He then tied my hands and feet to the chair, and when I told him green, took his cock out and pushed it between my lips.

“I want to cum for me as you suck my cock, slut”

I worked his cock the best I could, bobbing my head back and forth and letting my tongue slide against the veiny underside and wrap around his head. He thrusted towards my face as I tried to grind on the chair. I couldn’t do much else but let him use my mouth, the intensity of the thick dildo combined with the mild vibe and my limbs being restrained making me absolutely lose my mind. I came for the first time that night as he pushed his cock into my mouth as far as it could go.

Stefan fucked me twice more that night, the second time splitting my asscheeks open with a paddle while he took me from behind, and the third a surprisingly straightforward missionary session, albeit with my mouth gagged and hands tied. He finished all over my tits and face, and commanded me to leave it before offering to massage me. He also asked me to stay for the night. It was late, so I agreed.

I was woken up the next morning by the sound of the front door unlocking and a sweet voice calling out “Stefan?”

I shot up out of the bed, scurrying to gather my clothes or hide, but it was too late. A gorgeous woman stood in front of me, eyes wide, colour draining from her face while it flooded mine.

Shit.

I shook Stefan awake. He mumbled good morning and tried to give me a kiss before opening his eyes and taking in the scene before him.

“Oh…. Shit.”

I later found out that Stefan had been with this woman for several years, and was able to fuck around so much because she was an air-stewardess. He met me (and other women!) in hotels if she was home at the apartment that they shared, and only invited me to stay the night because she had been scheduled to travel for another few days. I was mortified, but thankfully she didn’t hold anything against me.

Stefan’s (ex) girlfriend and I later ended up having some fun of our own, but that’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t2noot/i_didnt_know_i_was_the_other_woman_mf_light_ds