Notion: this is mainly reflecting my feelings and thoughts at time, so don`t except too much “graphic details” of the act itself. My English might be a bit clumsy, sorry about that in advance...
I like to reminiscent the First Time, it was such a leap from my normal life, that the memory is very strong, though all this dates few years back. I `d like to hear of the memories of others too: what thoughts was goings through your heads, how did everything go eventually... Some time ago I read a text here, about a meeting with a hot-wife, written by the bull, and it got me thinking: how was that evening from the lady`s perspective. So I thought it would be a fun idea to hear the same story from two (or three) aspects: how did everyone involved see it from their point of view? If others here are interested of this idea (?), I´ll try to get the other (bulls) perspective to this story too. And as a very curious person, would love to read from you too.
The first step leading to “ the inevitable” was, when my man suggested we posts some of my pics to a gallery-site. He enjoys to photograph me, and wanted to share it forward: kind of present the world what a wife he had. Being in front of the camera didn`t come naturally to me: the insecurities troubled me, and I just didn`t feel too comfortable. But of course, seeing good pictures of myself helped that: I would say getting proper quality nude-pics of yourself often works as a therapy: you see yourself in a different light (literally and figurative) than in the bathroom mirror. So we posted some: first kind of artsy, monochromatic body pics, then more with all sort of lingerie, then some tad more daring...I end up getting nice comments, and that kept enhancing my sexual self-esteem further.
Eventually a man, with whom I had chatted a little time to time, made a clever move and asked me to join him for a photo-shoot...not involving actual sex (necessarily). We had played with the interracial theme and an idea of me hooking up with black man for quite some time before that, but the opportunity to REALLY go through with it was something very different. Half of me was very hesitant: what if something goes wrong, could this ruin our relationship, is it worth the risk? But the other half was already saying hell yes (and same goes to my man too I think). I though if I would do something outrageous like this, I would go all the way. If this ends up being a one time thing, I do want to experience more than a photo-shoot. So in the craziest panic and excitement I answered, Yes.
I was quite certain that everything would go smoothly with him: his gallery indicated he had experience of swinging and couples, he was respectful and polite, patient and good with words. And since he suggested mainly for the shoot, I would have an option to flee after it, if it end up being too much and if I just freaked out. In my everyday-life I want to have everything in good control and all strings in my hands all the time. But in this coming moment, I wanted Him to be able to take the lead and control things from the minute I confront him. I knew I would need that to be able to get out of my head, to go with the flow and enjoy myself.
We set up the shoot over a month ahead, so it became quite horny and exiting weeks for us: the waiting was thrilling. I had been such a virtuous and modest girl until then: A very open minded though, not always playing by the society’s rules, but somehow my marital life was an exception: following the traditional path: monogamous and very honest relationship, from the first boyfriend to a husband. During the weeks He posted me messages and questions that made everything suddenly very Real in the middle of my work days. “How do you play ArcticV? Condoms obligatory or not... do you accept anal?” ...Such a direct questions! I don`t know, I have never had to answer this sort of questions before! ...I flushed red and wet my panties in that very second.
Eventually The day came. It was nerve wrecking. We packed all our camera gear and headed to the hotel. We had agreed we have the shoot and after that, my husband will leave us. I was not sure If I could go all the way if he was present. I did my best to look my best: I chose lingerie that was hot and naughty but not too slutty: subtle shades of pink, black lace and stay-ups. My man arranged the flashes and camera-stands, and took some pictures of me before I got all dressed up: When looking the pics now... it is a shame I can`t share you the smirk on my face: My shy smile just few moments before I would get that black cock inside me.
I dressed up to a tight fitting pencil-shaped dress, heels and leather wrap-around-belt to enhance my waist, kissed my man and left. When I stepped out, there was a bunch of guys in party-mode in the front of the hotel. I walked by (in my winter jacket and all, it was freezing) and they all looked at me catcalling and singing. I looked down but smiled inside my big scarf and thought: if you just knew what I`m up to...
I met Him where we had planned. We had a quick a bit nervous hug and headed to a bar for a glass of wine. I wanted to proceed a little step by step: if going straight to the room, it could have been too much for me. It was balancing with the excitement and the nervousness. We had a good time chatting for a while, and I relaxed gradually with the company and the wine. At one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom, rose and walk through the lobby: At that moment I was so sure he is there on the couch just staring at me and my booty (for the first good “irl” look). It was thrilling to feel his wanting gaze on me.
We chatted a lil more, he asked to kiss me, and I nodded. It was such a rush, but still it was hard to me to get over the situation and my shyness. I guess this was the chancing point, the point of “no return now”: After the kiss my eyes dropped downwards of embarrassment as I was moving my glass in my hands nervously, “your wine glass seems so interesting to you all of the sudden...” He said and smiled (I`m sure was well aware how I felt at than moment). I did told him in the very beginning that I would be shy at first, so I think it might have been just amusing or cute to him to see how I was...
After the wine, we headed to the room. I texted to my husband that we were on our way. We stepped to the elevator, and once the doors closed behind us he immediately pressed me firmly against the wall and kissed me. I felt I was melting, all my muscles relaxing, all warm, my pussy wetting instantly.... the doors open and I wake back to the reality: A family with a stroller stands on the doors and stares at us “ What floor is it...?” I mumble, and the mum gives a little laugh at us. We past them: He smiling, me partly smiling and partly embarrassed.
We head to our room, I take one deep breath and open the door. All is ready for us. I try to get everyone comfortable, we have a glass of wine, and then... it`s Time. I get up, untie my belt and pull off my dress: I can feel the gaze of both my husband and Him at my body. He takes of his shirt for some half dressed/lingerie shots to make an easy start: We take our place in front of the camera, He puts his hands on my waist and the flashes start popping around us. After couple of shots, I excuse myself for a quick shower: a good moment to take an other deep breathe and get a hold of myself.
I get back to the room wrapped in a white hotel towel, smile a bit awkwardly: “Ok, lets continue”, I let the towel drop to the floor and reveal my naked body. I hear a quiet gasp from Him at that moment and smile. He undresses and we take a place in front of the camera again. It is the first time ever, that any man, other than my husband, lays his hands at my naked body. I lower my eyes and bury my head to his chest. He told me before we met that a nude photo-shoot together would be “a extremely erotic experience”. And that it is, such a leap from my day-to-day life to the hand s of a stranger, standing in front of flash-lights all naked, feeling my husbands stare through the lens of the camera. I can see He is also very much tuned in: a long drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his big cock. I lower down to my knees and feel that hard black cock on my lips. His hands grasp my hair quite gently, I take his cock in my hands, lick it, smile and take a look at the camera: I know This is the moment my man wants to capture on film.
We go through a long series of postures and positions, kind of like a pre-photoshoot of a pornshoot: going through all the positions but without actual sex. His dick is just barely touching me, as we slowly slide from one position to an other. It is such a long and sweet tease! Finally Im on my fours, facing to the camera and feeling His dick on my pussy lips. I’m so wet and ready: I can`t help myself to push a little backwards to get that big cock inside me. At this point I`ve quite well forgotten my anxiety, and replaced it with such a powerful arousal. My husband is on the top of the situation: “...Ok, that should do it....” and starts to collect his gear. Oh, how much strength it takes to be able to leave the room at this point, and leave your wife there to be thoroughly fucked!
I lay on the bed and we discuss briefly of picking me up later and all. “Bye...” The very second the door closes, He turns me over to my back, thrusts his cock finally fully in me and starts pounding. I`m very much just present in the moment, enjoying the feeling of intense fucking. After that crazy long “fore play” it doesn`t take too long until he pulls it out, bends over me and I feel his hot cum erupting on my face. I snap one obligatory selfie of my messy face to send to my husband, and he is ready for the second round, then third, and fourth...At some point I`ll get a message from my man “ what’s up, have you tried everything already?”
“yea, pretty much...”
“oh really, anal too?”
“yes, and I loved it (a blushed emoji)”
(He told me afterwards how hot it was to get the messages, to know that I did become that insatiable naughty girl he was hoping to hatch out of me). Hours later we finally decided to call it a night, and I texted my husband to come and pick me up. Walking out to the cold night, I felt that everything had changed and nothing had changed: That this would be a start of a journey to unravel and explore my sexuality, and that my relationship will hold up, all this only making it better and stronger.
I like to reminiscent the First Time, it was such a leap from my normal life, that the memory is very strong, though all this dates few years back. I `d like to hear of the memories of others too: what thoughts was goings through your heads, how did everything go eventually... Some time ago I read a text here, about a meeting with a hot-wife, written by the bull, and it got me thinking: how was that evening from the lady`s perspective. So I thought it would be a fun idea to hear the same story from two (or three) aspects: how did everyone involved see it from their point of view? If others here are interested of this idea (?), I´ll try to get the other (bulls) perspective to this story too. And as a very curious person, would love to read from you too.
The first step leading to “ the inevitable” was, when my man suggested we posts some of my pics to a gallery-site. He enjoys to photograph me, and wanted to share it forward: kind of present the world what a wife he had. Being in front of the camera didn`t come naturally to me: the insecurities troubled me, and I just didn`t feel too comfortable. But of course, seeing good pictures of myself helped that: I would say getting proper quality nude-pics of yourself often works as a therapy: you see yourself in a different light (literally and figurative) than in the bathroom mirror. So we posted some: first kind of artsy, monochromatic body pics, then more with all sort of lingerie, then some tad more daring...I end up getting nice comments, and that kept enhancing my sexual self-esteem further.
Eventually a man, with whom I had chatted a little time to time, made a clever move and asked me to join him for a photo-shoot...not involving actual sex (necessarily). We had played with the interracial theme and an idea of me hooking up with black man for quite some time before that, but the opportunity to REALLY go through with it was something very different. Half of me was very hesitant: what if something goes wrong, could this ruin our relationship, is it worth the risk? But the other half was already saying hell yes (and same goes to my man too I think). I though if I would do something outrageous like this, I would go all the way. If this ends up being a one time thing, I do want to experience more than a photo-shoot. So in the craziest panic and excitement I answered, Yes.
I was quite certain that everything would go smoothly with him: his gallery indicated he had experience of swinging and couples, he was respectful and polite, patient and good with words. And since he suggested mainly for the shoot, I would have an option to flee after it, if it end up being too much and if I just freaked out. In my everyday-life I want to have everything in good control and all strings in my hands all the time. But in this coming moment, I wanted Him to be able to take the lead and control things from the minute I confront him. I knew I would need that to be able to get out of my head, to go with the flow and enjoy myself.
We set up the shoot over a month ahead, so it became quite horny and exiting weeks for us: the waiting was thrilling. I had been such a virtuous and modest girl until then: A very open minded though, not always playing by the society’s rules, but somehow my marital life was an exception: following the traditional path: monogamous and very honest relationship, from the first boyfriend to a husband. During the weeks He posted me messages and questions that made everything suddenly very Real in the middle of my work days. “How do you play ArcticV? Condoms obligatory or not... do you accept anal?” ...Such a direct questions! I don`t know, I have never had to answer this sort of questions before! ...I flushed red and wet my panties in that very second.
Eventually The day came. It was nerve wrecking. We packed all our camera gear and headed to the hotel. We had agreed we have the shoot and after that, my husband will leave us. I was not sure If I could go all the way if he was present. I did my best to look my best: I chose lingerie that was hot and naughty but not too slutty: subtle shades of pink, black lace and stay-ups. My man arranged the flashes and camera-stands, and took some pictures of me before I got all dressed up: When looking the pics now... it is a shame I can`t share you the smirk on my face: My shy smile just few moments before I would get that black cock inside me.
I dressed up to a tight fitting pencil-shaped dress, heels and leather wrap-around-belt to enhance my waist, kissed my man and left. When I stepped out, there was a bunch of guys in party-mode in the front of the hotel. I walked by (in my winter jacket and all, it was freezing) and they all looked at me catcalling and singing. I looked down but smiled inside my big scarf and thought: if you just knew what I`m up to...
I met Him where we had planned. We had a quick a bit nervous hug and headed to a bar for a glass of wine. I wanted to proceed a little step by step: if going straight to the room, it could have been too much for me. It was balancing with the excitement and the nervousness. We had a good time chatting for a while, and I relaxed gradually with the company and the wine. At one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom, rose and walk through the lobby: At that moment I was so sure he is there on the couch just staring at me and my booty (for the first good “irl” look). It was thrilling to feel his wanting gaze on me.
We chatted a lil more, he asked to kiss me, and I nodded. It was such a rush, but still it was hard to me to get over the situation and my shyness. I guess this was the chancing point, the point of “no return now”: After the kiss my eyes dropped downwards of embarrassment as I was moving my glass in my hands nervously, “your wine glass seems so interesting to you all of the sudden...” He said and smiled (I`m sure was well aware how I felt at than moment). I did told him in the very beginning that I would be shy at first, so I think it might have been just amusing or cute to him to see how I was...
After the wine, we headed to the room. I texted to my husband that we were on our way. We stepped to the elevator, and once the doors closed behind us he immediately pressed me firmly against the wall and kissed me. I felt I was melting, all my muscles relaxing, all warm, my pussy wetting instantly.... the doors open and I wake back to the reality: A family with a stroller stands on the doors and stares at us “ What floor is it...?” I mumble, and the mum gives a little laugh at us. We past them: He smiling, me partly smiling and partly embarrassed.
We head to our room, I take one deep breath and open the door. All is ready for us. I try to get everyone comfortable, we have a glass of wine, and then... it`s Time. I get up, untie my belt and pull off my dress: I can feel the gaze of both my husband and Him at my body. He takes of his shirt for some half dressed/lingerie shots to make an easy start: We take our place in front of the camera, He puts his hands on my waist and the flashes start popping around us. After couple of shots, I excuse myself for a quick shower: a good moment to take an other deep breathe and get a hold of myself.
I get back to the room wrapped in a white hotel towel, smile a bit awkwardly: “Ok, lets continue”, I let the towel drop to the floor and reveal my naked body. I hear a quiet gasp from Him at that moment and smile. He undresses and we take a place in front of the camera again. It is the first time ever, that any man, other than my husband, lays his hands at my naked body. I lower my eyes and bury my head to his chest. He told me before we met that a nude photo-shoot together would be “a extremely erotic experience”. And that it is, such a leap from my day-to-day life to the hand s of a stranger, standing in front of flash-lights all naked, feeling my husbands stare through the lens of the camera. I can see He is also very much tuned in: a long drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his big cock. I lower down to my knees and feel that hard black cock on my lips. His hands grasp my hair quite gently, I take his cock in my hands, lick it, smile and take a look at the camera: I know This is the moment my man wants to capture on film.
We go through a long series of postures and positions, kind of like a pre-photoshoot of a pornshoot: going through all the positions but without actual sex. His dick is just barely touching me, as we slowly slide from one position to an other. It is such a long and sweet tease! Finally Im on my fours, facing to the camera and feeling His dick on my pussy lips. I’m so wet and ready: I can`t help myself to push a little backwards to get that big cock inside me. At this point I`ve quite well forgotten my anxiety, and replaced it with such a powerful arousal. My husband is on the top of the situation: “...Ok, that should do it....” and starts to collect his gear. Oh, how much strength it takes to be able to leave the room at this point, and leave your wife there to be thoroughly fucked!
I lay on the bed and we discuss briefly of picking me up later and all. “Bye...” The very second the door closes, He turns me over to my back, thrusts his cock finally fully in me and starts pounding. I`m very much just present in the moment, enjoying the feeling of intense fucking. After that crazy long “fore play” it doesn`t take too long until he pulls it out, bends over me and I feel his hot cum erupting on my face. I snap one obligatory selfie of my messy face to send to my husband, and he is ready for the second round, then third, and fourth...At some point I`ll get a message from my man “ what’s up, have you tried everything already?”
“yea, pretty much...”
“oh really, anal too?”
“yes, and I loved it (a blushed emoji)”
(He told me afterwards how hot it was to get the messages, to know that I did become that insatiable naughty girl he was hoping to hatch out of me). Hours later we finally decided to call it a night, and I texted my husband to come and pick me up. Walking out to the cold night, I felt that everything had changed and nothing had changed: That this would be a start of a journey to unravel and explore my sexuality, and that my relationship will hold up, all this only making it better and stronger.
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