Author: JordanCedarwood

Pro Voyeur [MF] [voy] [hotwife]

He locked the door behind us, making sure to latch the privacy lock. We wouldn’t want any hotel employees barging in on us. I drop my purse on the night stand, next to the bed, and search for the mini bar. I could use a drink to calm my nerves. Jake, the gentleman accompanying me, seems to be a touch nervous, as well. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize how petrified I am.

I’m beginning to believe that this may be his first time, which bodes well for me. Not only is this my first time, but I’m not even a real prostitute. I only know what I’ve seen in the movies.

I spy a small refrigerator at the end of the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask.

He responds quickly, “yes, please.”

I open the door and pull out two small bottles of Chardonnay. I look for his approval and he nods. I pour two glasses and walk over to him. I hand him his glass and we both sip on the wine. He tries hard not to stare at my breasts, but my low cut dress is making it near impossible. His uneasiness calms my own nerves. Read more »

Pretending to be a prostitute, a vixen puts on a show. [voy] [MF] [prostitute]

“Is he there with you?” The message looms on the screen of my phone.

My nerves are a mess. My body quivers.

Carefully, my shaking fingers fumble over the text, “Yes, he’s here.”

It’s impossibly still within the room. The hotel air conditioning cools the sheer material of my dress as it hangs, teasingly, over my erect nipples. The uncertainty of the situation hypnotizes me. I wait for further instruction.

“Good. Will you do everything thing I ask?”

I had come this far. I am committed now.

“Of course,” I reply.

I am not sure I can do everything he asks, but at this point I yearn to try. I run my hands down my stomach, my senses are heightened.

The phone lights up with another text, “Will he do everything I ask?”

I look across the room and smile, nervously, at a very willing young man.

“Yes, I believe he will,” I answer.

The next text comes quickly, “Then let us begin. Tell him to stand up.” Read more »

Pro Voyeur [MF] [voy]

He locked the door behind us, making sure to latch the privacy lock. We wouldn’t want any hotel employees barging in on us.
I drop my purse on the night stand, next to the bed, and search for the mini bar. I could use a drink to calm my nerves. Jake, the gentleman accompanying me, seems to be a touch nervous, as well. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize how petrified I am.

I’m beginning to believe that this may be his first time, which bodes well for me. Not only is this my first time, but I’m not even a real prostitute. I only know what I’ve seen in the movies.

I spy a small refrigerator at the end of the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask.

He responds quickly, “yes, please.”

I open the door and pull out two small bottles of Chardonnay. I look for his approval and he nods. I pour two glasses and walk over to him. I hand him his glass and we both sip on the wine. He tries hard not to stare at my breasts, but my low cut dress is making it near impossible. His uneasiness calms my own nerves. Read more »

Regifted [MF] [hotwife]

It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I do, but sometimes I wish we could just skip the games. A nice dinner out, followed by a good fuck, is just fine in my book. Even a quickie, before dining out, would be enough for me on occasion. My husband, on the other hand? He likes to play. He always has something up his sleeve. God bless him, he does keep things interesting.

I scan the dimly lit lounge, as I wait for him. The room bustles with activity, while a light jazz music cascades through the room, keeping a relaxed atmosphere. Candles on the tables, flicker warmly upon the faces of the diners.

My attention is drawn to an older couple sharing a laugh. There’s a lot of stories behind that relationship, I’m sure. They look as if they’ve been together for a lifetime and would stay together for another lifetime, if they get the chance.

I hope we still have that connection in our golden years. Read more »

A wife sharing fantasy [MF] [hotwife] [cuck]

His hands are gentle, but firm as he slowly slides my dress above my hips. I feel his breathing become heavier behind me. For a moment he doesn’t move. He likes what he sees. Softly, he kisses my neck and whispers.

>*“It’s a perfect fit. You look amazing.”*

I smile devilishly. I enjoy playing along with him.

>*“I knew you’d like it. Too bad you won’t be taking it off,” I tease.*

He lets my skirt down and spins me around.

>*“Thank you,” he says.*

His smile is tough to make out in the candle lit room, but his excitement is unmistakable. I drape my arms over his broad shoulders and kiss him deeply.

>*“Anything for you.”*
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>*“Now, what do you have in store for me tonight?” I ask softly.*
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>*“Oh. I think you’ll be pleased,” he answers.*

He instructs me to sit on the bed with my eyes closed then walks off. I’ve been here before. Waiting. Anticipating. I trust him with all of my heart, but at these moments, I can never be one hundred percent sure what he has in store for me. Read more »

Hotwife’s First Encounter [mmf] [voyeur] [hotwife]

“Show and Tell”

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He sat so casually in the chair, it was almost as if he had known us for years. His gaze cut through me, forcing me to look away. My body trembled as I eyed his balled up shirt, laid upon the bed, a stark reminder, that now, it was my turn.

My husband, sensing my nerves, gently kissed the back of my neck. “You look amazing,” he said.

I turned to soak up the masculinity of our guest. His perfectly chiseled abs begged to be caressed. I longed to run my hands over his rock hard chest. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I had never been in the presence of another man under these circumstances before.

My husband placed his hands on my waist and whispered, “Are you ready for this?”

I nodded. I was ready. Nervous, but ready.

Slowly, hubby slid my shirt up over my head. The air of the room felt cold on my body. Goose bumps raised on my skin. My nipples swelled underneath the cups of my bra. The stranger leered intently at my still covered breasts. His hand moved to his crotch. He liked what he saw. Read more »