This is my first hotwife BBC encounter.
I was super nervous, both as to whether I would like it, and whether my husband would actually be okay with it. He had wanted it to happen, telling me how hot it would be. I was nonetheless concerned that reality might be overwhelming and, despite his long-time fantasy, he would freak out when it was actually about to happen.
Plus I was going to meet a stranger. I needed him there to feel safe. I needed him there to bolster my confidence that I was sexy enough. (my damn belly, my most disliked part of me, the part I obsessed over that kept me from feeling sexy for years, decades actually). I needed him there so that I knew whether to call it off or end it early. If I went alone and found he wasn't as okay with it as he had said he would be, it would be too late. With him there, I could sense his comfort, his excitement, or his reluctance.
By holding his hand, he reassured me. I could feel his enthusiasm and approval through the way he held me, his grip. I knew I could relax and try to enjoy it, maybe even orgasm (challenging for me).