I met this guy on an app and he wanted to turn me into the sluttiest version of me, make me beg, and for me to be available whenever he asks. Nope. Not interested. At least at first I wasn’t…
He kept talking to me, checking in every month or so to say hi; I felt like he was checking in to see how my journey was progressing – as if he was trying to determine if I was in fact ready for him. He came across so intense in text messaging I was not sure what to expect from him in person – but he was cute, he seemed fun, and I was curious. He also was a different type of aggressive than what am used to and I wanted to experience that. By different I mean how he uses language to set the tone. Those four months of chatting was about to pay off for him because I agreed to meet him at 11 pm, after his hockey game, at a nearby park.
*(Note: this felt risky only in the sense that it was very naughty – I did not feel unsafe meeting this guy – he had been exactly who he said he was over the course of the four months we had been chatting.)*
In true dominant-guy form, he “told” me to wear a skirt and no panties to our meet up – told me he would prefer me to also not wear a bra, but didn’t demand it. And in true bratty form – I wore a dress. Now, I wore a dress because I thought it was a flattering dress on me, it met the spirit of his “request”, AND I also did it because it was not exactly what he asked me to do. And let me tell you, I was disappointed that he did not notice the subtlety!!
Oddly, I was not nervous meeting him, I felt confidant, self-assured, and anchored. I was ready to play, but I was not expecting that we would. He had been talking about how much he wanted to “paint my pretty face” – so I imagined if we did, it would end with a facial. I made it clear that if we played I wanted to be fucked – I mean, I’m perfectly happy to give a blow job, but if we’re going to play, let’s play.
He arrived on time; we hugged because people who are meeting for sex should hug! He was maybe a couple inches taller than me and his vibe in person was nothing like his aggressive chatting tone. He was almost playful – and he seemed a little antsy. Antsy excited or antsy ADHD, but not nervous – think kid in a candy store excited. Which I just love having that effect on people – I tend to surprise people in one way or another and I was about to surprise him.
Since we were meeting near where his hockey game was I was very curious how discrete he was. I mean I know I was not the first girl he has asked to meet him after his hockey game for some fun. Did the whole hockey team tease him as he left – so who’s the lucky girl tonight? I mean, I guess I didn’t care exactly, but I was curious about it. He assured me that he was discrete and I took him at his word.
We sat on the picnic table bench shoulder to shoulder and chatted. We chatted for about fifteen minutes, about our lifestyle journey mostly. He leaned in to kiss me and started exploring my body with his hands. He pushed my knees apart and ran his hand up my leg – noticeably pleased when he found out I followed his directions. He removed his hand from under my dress and grabbed my neck while he kissed me more aggressively and my knees naturally went back together. He noticed and pushed them apart again – this happened over and over. Then he pulled my dress down exposing my breasts – it was a warm evening, but having the night air on my exposed skin felt sinful. He placed my hand in his lap encouraging and then demanding I explore – first with my hand and then with my mouth. He seemed to be measuring my willingness when he put his hand on the back of my head pressing it down at the pace he wanted. I was thoroughly wet and I got so close while he was fingering me – overwhelmingly aroused by it all. We paused to determine our next step. We did not have much in the way of options (car or outside) – he asked my preference and I think he was surprised when I suggested we stay outside.
I walked back to my car to get a condom and text my hubby to let him know I was safe and having fun.
*The Cold Table*
He told me to lie on my back on the picnic table – I did and I immediately enjoyed the feeling of the cold table on my body. He took this time to assess my body – I felt on display in a way I have not felt before. My breasts were out of my dress (again), my legs were spread, and I was in the middle of a park on my back on a picnic table with a guy who just met me twenty minutes ago who was now taking photos of me, so that I could send to hubby, so very much exposed in a park. Damn. And I felt very much alive. I was taking in all my feelings, the surroundings, and letting go in the moment.
The picnic table was a ways back from the parking lot and did not have any direct lighting, but there was a nearby access road that had a few vehicle passersby and I could hear a group of guys off in the distance having a bit of a party. This was so naughty and that thought of being caught entered my mind several times but it was disrupted by the intensity of the fucking I was enjoying. We changed positions and he had bent me over the end of the picnic table – and just damn. What he was doing felt so good. The whole thing was thrilling.
He told me to get on my knees and he did just what he had been craving for months and he painted my pretty face. I used my cardigan and wiped my face clean, he walked me back to my car; the moment we stepped off of the grass the sprinklers turned on – we both laughed and mildly wondered if that was really a coincidence.
As we parted ways he told me I was much sluttier than he imagined – which I took as a compliment. Then smiling, but with a look of determination, followed that up that informing me that he was going to turn me into a total slut.
*Failed Reconnection*
One of the things that is critical is reconnecting with my hubby when I get home – it was late and he was still awake playing video games. I came upstairs and recounted some basic details, showed him some pictures, and exuded an excitement of just how good it felt to get fucked by him. Basically that I fulfilled a fantasy of public play I held for a long time. He hugged me then went back to his computer chair, I said goodnight and I went to bed.
I know some hotwives are even more sexualized after a fun encounter, but that is not me. I am physically and emotionally exhausted – every time. So I don’t come home horny and want more sex. I want a shower, comfy jammies, and to go to sleep. My hubby wants more of me when I get home, but he’s come to accept that isn’t where I am.
In the morning I reiterated what a fun night I had and how thrilling it was. And that is where things began to breakdown. By that night he was checked out and nearly angry with me. He felt left behind, left out, and unwanted. We both also had a demanding work and family life day and didn’t have time to start our conversation until bedtime. Let me tell you, it was a hard conversation. This lifestyle, the intensity of experiences, the pushing the boundaries, it takes work. Hard work. While we do the hard work, these moments are painful. We are exceptional communicators – even when we were angry in the moment, the intensity of our lash out sounded like, “I don’t think what you just said is fair” – we pause and then talk it out. It took us about an hour to work through our feelings – and we did. I need him to figure out and to express his needs – in the past I’ve not shared enough, shared too much, not brought home enough photos or video or enough variety of angles of said photos/videos. He needs me to lead better. So I did. I shifted and led.
*A Week of Caging is Your Pleasure*
After we made it through our conversation, I sent him to the bathroom with a three minute timer to get his cage on. He needed a reason to be connected to me – I needed to direct him and be the anchor. We went to bed snuggled together with a stronger bond than ever.
I kept him caged, with no intention of letting him out for days. It ended up being a very fun week for him because he got a lot of attention from me and from my Bull (u/yourfirstbull). My Bull just loves a caged subby cuck and they had an intense conversation just the two of them – which was just what they both needed. I had an epic night planned for my cuck – after a Friday night date of my own.
*Friday Night Date*
I crave the demanding, aggressive, dominant types, but I appreciate those giving guys a lot. On Friday, I met a very talented, experienced, giving guy. We met at a bar, we ordered drinks and within 10 minutes he said, “I’m trying to find a way to get you out of here.” In retrospect, it would have been super hot to have left our drinks full at the table and walked out. Drinking before sex is not something I need or want really.
We went to his house, I met his super sweet dog and we had incredible sex. Initially we forgot to take any photos – whoops! But he made up for it in subsequent rounds. I can’t say what he did that I enjoyed so much – but his vibe was great. No drama and a kind soul – and he got me off with oral – which is becoming increasingly easier! After, we went and showered together. There is something about showering with a play partner that I enjoy – a sense of physical connection but also practical. But he wasn’t done! We continued to play in the shower – it was awfully fun. He walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight.
*Toy Shopping*
On my way home from our date, I picked up a strap on and a glow in the dark dildo. It was a sexy strap on with a corset-like tie in the back. I was in and out of the store quickly excited to get home and do a proper reconnection with my cuck.
I showed him my purchases, got changed into some sexy panties and a black silky and lacey cami, put the strap on on and directed him to kneel and worship my cock. I did zero talking – just directing him where I wanted him. He was so willing, compliant, and eager to please. I fucked him just how I wanted – until I was ready for him to have the release he had earned. He was lying on his back on our bed – naked except for that cage. I was towering above him showing my pleasure for how much he gives me latitude to explore. I thanked him in true hotwifing/cuckold fashion and made him cum in his cage looking up at me, his perfect goddess, as I fucked him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y5jwfd/i_41f_met_him_at_a_park_and_ive_never_craved_a