*Coffee Meetup*
We planned to meet in a coffee shop, while I waited, I ordered a latte and tried to pick the best spot where we could have a more private conversation. Oddly, that spot happened to be in the very center of the shop.
Typically, I spend a lot more time chatting with someone over text before meeting them, but there was something about him that I just knew I would never be able to assess over text and because he lives so close to me, it was easy to meet up. He had prompted the same-day meet up and I surprised myself and agreed.
He arrived, we side hugged and he sat down next to me. We fell into easy conversation talking about life and sex. He seemed guarded to me, like he was assessing me harder than I was assessing him. I liked his presence though, while he appeared guarded he was also open – sounds unachievable, but as he sat back in the chair you could tell his muscles were at rest, but he had a unwavering neutral facial expression. Very few times did he loosen up and let his eyes spark. I told him something very personal, something I tell very few people, and he reacted like I told him the sky was blue. At first I thought he didn’t hear me, but he did and I accepted that this was his demeanor. I could tell he was enjoying our time together, he did not seem antsy to leave, he kept asking me questions, and he lightly touched me a few times and then offered for me to feel how cold his hands were. That first more intimate touch was innocent, but naughty. It is one of those types of moves that reminds you that you are in the middle of a public place, but an experience you want to have despite the surroundings.
We chatted for hours at that coffee shop and knowing what I know now, I feel bad that he had his back to the door. We both agreed we should meet again and as we left, he gave me a proper hug and it was quite wonderful to feel his large hands on my back.
*Space Dust*
A few days later we decided to meet for a drink. I put together a very sexy outfit – one I’ve never compiled before. Tight fitting jeans, black lacy Cami, longer black blazer, blue Fluevog boots, and a plaid scarf to hid the cleavage, until I was ready anyway. We met at a bar in his neighborhood and sat across from each other. This meet up I got to see him lighten up a bit more. He is a fit, attractive, mid-forties guy, and he looks much younger, especially when he lets the sparkle happen in his eye and smiles – when it is genuine. He is not too much taller than me, but he has gentle commanding presence that makes him feel taller. Another thing that sets this guy apart is that he is much more trendy and stylish than me. He had on a beanie that exactly matched the shirt underneath his main shirt. He downplays his interest in being trendy, but I can tell it is something that is of high interest to him.
He says so much by not saying too much. He seems to be the guy that doesn’t let too many people in to meet the real him – which makes him an exciting challenge to me.
Neither of us wanted the date to end, but the vibe at the bar we started at wasn’t quite right, we left and I popped into his car and he just drove. He seemed to more easily chat while he was mildly distracted. I answered his questions and remained curious about him. I suggested we pull into a parking lot and he agreed, maybe even eagerly. Once parked, we did a little exploring. I am not sure if he was more interested in me exploring him or him exploring me – but he had my attention, especially with the gentle kissing on my neck. I stretched out my legs and was very squirmy on the leather seats of his BMW. In a few short weeks, I would find my hubby sitting in this same location looking at me even more squirmy in the back seat of this same BMW.
*Parking Lot Fun*
I wanted him to meet my hubby and I wanted to pick up where we left off in that parking lot. We met at a local distillery where I had a flight of lemon drops – each one I tasted was better than the one before. It was a quiet Thursday evening in the distillery and I wore a fun outfit – which seemed to have gotten just a little bit of attention. I wore a grey skirt, black top, and black calf-length boots – and since I knew he liked it, I wore my hair in a simple ponytail. His guarded nature was back as he navigated chatting with my hubby. This realm of kink is new to him and he was feeling out our dynamic. The distillery closed and we went across the street to another spot – where I had one more lemon drop.
We left the bar and I told my hubby to meet me at the agreed upon location. I live in a small town but big enough to find a parking lot that gets low use, very dark, and inconspicuous. My hubby met us there, we were already in the back seat when I messaged him to join us in the front passenger seat. We were kissing and picked up right where we left off – and quickly advanced. When I was getting dressed I contemplated not wearing panties, but I did. I have these very cute black lacy thongs (bought at Target of all places!) that I just love the way they look on me. I think he was mildly surprised I wore them, but told me to take them off and hand them to my hubby – I did excitedly. My hubby watched as I touched, kissed, and enjoyed this new man. He guided my hand to his lap and I was eager to explore.
It is so arousing to be watched and be in a public place and I just love to put on a show for my husband. He watched as I took this guy from my hand and right into my mouth. And moments later he directed me to kiss my hubby.
After kissing my hubby the arousal in me wanted to be straddling this man – he invited me to do just that. It was so hot to have my skirt slid up my thighs to allow me to be in this position. We continued to kiss and touch – and we wanted more. He reached for the condom in his cargo pocket of his pants, but he couldn’t quite reach it. I was nearly astonished that he could have this level of self control. He could have asked me to move, grab the condom from his pocket, or otherwise adjusted our bodies to accomplish that – but he didn’t. He withheld this next step and while I was amused with his choice it ignited a deeper desire in me. We were nearly out of time – which he knew so we put a pin in our exploration – for a few days anyway.
*It is just the beginning*
He met me at the entrance to his condo building and led me up to his place. It was easy to walk side by side – both of us feeling excited for what was next. It was a brisk evening so my jacket hid my silk wrap crop top. He opened the door to his condo and we walked in. It was a spacious place with tall ceilings, clean lines, and big windows. He motioned to take my coat off of me and I let him. The coat slid off of my body to reveal the silky top with the low cut nature still hidden by a cozy infinity scarf. I took off my shoes and looked around. He asked me if I wanted a drink and pulled out my favorite beer and invited me to the couch.
We had conversation that needed to happen. He had questions – the dynamic of a hotwife and cuckold relationship was new to him – but he was intrigued. I could tell he wanted to get it right, and knowing what was “right” was just what he was trying to figure out. He asked the same question several different ways – it turned him on exploring this sexual boundary and he shifted to being directive. It was natural to watch the shift in his actions, it seemed calculated. His arousal was no longer undeniable to either of us and in a motion that seemed fluid, he pulled his cock out of his gray sweats. I began to stroke him slowly trying to determine just how much of our conversation he was actually hearing. It was almost like there was dichotomy between the stroking and the conversation – his ability to enjoy the pleasure and compartmentalize the conversation illustrated his restraint and self-control – which had me quite mesmerized. Seeing he could handle our conversation, I moved to the floor to better enjoy him.
Now that I was in a better position, I could look up at him assess when he was distracted with my touch versus focused on the conversation. He was internalizing the importance of sending photos to my hubby, who he had direct contact with. He pulled out his phone and placed me in the frame and I could quickly see that exploring viewing me from this angle, through the phone lens, was a new thrill. He snapped photos, sent them to my hubby, and kept the conversation going. I let him ask his questions; however, answering them required me to pause and pull his cock out of my mouth. Even though his knowledge base was not complete, he could no longer focus on the conversation as we started peeling clothes off of each other. In the background, a football game was on the TV, but it was inconsequential. He asked me of my comfort with the windows and I assured him that I was happy to give a show if that is what he wanted.
I really wanted to straddle him. He knew what I wanted and using body language invited me to do just that. When he slid into me for the first time, I closed my eyes and relished how he filled me up completely. Getting into a rhythm was not natural for us in this position, but continuing to attempt to get it right felt nearly magical. He kept trying to pause and ask more questions, but it was really just a diversion. He unsnapped my bra and freed my breasts to bounce and brush his face. He put his hands on my neck and started with light pressure – my immediate moans begged for more and he was happy to offer. To give in to such control, to allow someone to touch me like that, to feel the arousal heighten even more, it was an ecstasy and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
He motioned for me to move and he got up and went into the other room to grab something. He came close to me and began rubbing coconut oil on my chest and in doing so making my nipples incredibly hard. I stood there watching him explore and appreciating the sensation that was rippling through my body. He invited me to the bedroom.
Before I arrived he had two small requests. First my hair was to be in a ponytail and the second, he told me there was no need for panties. I thrive with the right kind of directions and these were easily doable. Before I left the house, I changed out of my panties in front of my hubby and pulled my hair into a simple ponytail – had I known the intensity and duration of our play session, I would have picked out the most grippy hair tie I had. It did not take long for him to fuck that hair tie right off of my head.
His bed was very cozy – it was like an UGG fluffy-style comforter, there were light blue LED lights, and this time, the curtains drawn. He motioned for me to lie on my back and he slid right back inside me. He started off slow, but it quickly became the most physically demanding sexual experience I have had. Parts of my body were touched that seemed to have gone unexplored until this point. He began to move my body at his whim continuing to explore various angles. He moved me right into my happy place with my face pressed into the UGG comforter, ass in the air, and moaning with abandon.
My happy place with him brought up a new challenge as he accused me of being a runner. I had never quite felt this level of intensity and he enjoyed a varied approach to the thrusting – I could not predict which thrust would be too much. He began to feel tension in my body and pulled my left hand and placed it between my legs. Was he so observant that he knew I was left handed? Probably not, right? It was coincidence? I began to touch myself, which led to feeling more relaxed and I didn’t run away quite a much. Soon after, he could tell we both needed a rest. We laid together on the bed chatting and continuing to explore this new sexual connection. The ease of the connection was felt by both of us and we together tried to understand this new territory.
Enough chatting had occurred and we both wanted more – we both wanted the finish line and we wanted it more for the other than for ourselves – and he wanted a taste. As he got between my legs he continued to ask questions, until he shifted his focus. His mouth on me felt wonderful and he increased the intensity as he played with my ass. He does not like to be cold and he paused and lifted his head up and said, “I have a request, either put your cold feet on me and let them warm up or take them off of me”. I just adore someone who can communicate their needs, directly and clear. I moved my feet to the soft fluffy comforter.
My pussy was sore – but the feeling was overwhelming in a good way. I tried to relax my body and let the wave crash over me. I don’t remember it in the moment, but he told me that I had a vice grip on his head when I came. I just remember feeling overwhelmed with the sensation and such a sweet release.
He slid back inside me – I was puffy and sore and I still wanted more. We were both sweaty and feeling that primal energy. The bodies, the sweat, the moaning – all of it combined sent him over the edge. He collapsed into me and we enjoyed the moment of bliss together.
*Craving more*
It was much later in the evening than I expected, but we needed that time to explore each other and it was time well spent. He understood better the dynamic between me and my hubby and he understood my body much better. I found that I really was drawn to his mysteriousness – I don’t think he tries to be mysterious, but he is just the same. I happen to thoroughly love a challenge and he is going to be a challenge for me. And while he doesn’t know the depth that I bring, I too will be a challenge for him.
When I left, despite the fact our bodies were spent, we both wanted more and that is the best way to conclude a first full play session. While I was in the bathroom he collected all of my things and placed them on the bed for me. Oddly enough, the hair tie was not to be found. He walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight. Little did we know we’d pick up this fun in just a few days.
That night I had a restless night of sleep – my body felt on fire, alive, and awaken in new ways. I literally felt so much pressure in my pelvis that I thought I was going to spontaneously orgasm. Sadly I didn’t, but it was a new sensation that was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but crave more.
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