I took a moment for myself and breathed in deeply, still slightly amazed at the situation. Here I was, in the hotel room of someone I had only met online a few months prior. Granted, Pierre and I had quickly formed a connection, and my husband was more than supportive of a new Hotwife experience. But even after weeks of planning, it still felt surreal.
The dinner we had shared earlier that night was divine. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the bourbon, and danced heavily on the flirtatious side without being overtly sexual. It was just what I needed to feel comfortable yet aroused.
Now, taking one last look in the bathroom mirror, I straightened my dress and walked out into the bedroom. I wasn’t quite sure about taking the lead to initiate the night, but as if reading my mind, Pierre crossed the room to me and took me in his arms. He kissed me deeply, his tongue swirling circular patterns against mine. I gripped his arms and pulled myself into him, letting myself go in the moment.