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.

“Bunny,” he whispered against my lips. “Do you remember my wish for tonight?” I smiled. Of course, I remembered. Pierre had teased me about giving him my panties if I felt comfortable with taking things to the next level. With that, I pulled back and turned around. Sliding my skirt up, I hooked my thumbs into my lacy panties and tugged them down slowly. They hung around my ankles. Wet. Pierre offered his hand for me to step out of them, and as I did, I hooked my heel on the lace band and raised them up for him to have.

I can’t say what he did with them as I was so caught up in the way his mouth took mine. His hands traced up my arms and tugged gently at my dress. It was snug around my breasts and torso, so I stepped back and slowly pulled it down for him to watch as it slid down my body, letting it pool around my feet. There I stood. Completely disrobed except for my heels. Pierre was still fully dressed. The dichotomy should have made me feel unnerved, but instead I felt emboldened and desired.

Pierre pulled me back for a kiss, but it wasn’t just my mouth that he wanted to taste. Turning me slightly, he lowered me to the bed and laid me back gently. I raised my feet up to rest my heels on the edge of the comforter as he lowered himself to his knees. His hands felt warm and strong as they traced my inner thighs and spread them wide. His mouth didn’t hesitate to find my lips as he began to lick around my clit. I threw my head back against the sheets and sighed in pleasure. His tongue was strong, licking me deeply in stroke after stroke of ecstasy, taking turns with his fingers as he explored along my folds.

I felt Pierre’s hand began to trace up my stomach. He massaged my breasts for only a moment then brought his fingers higher to my mouth. I became so aroused as I sucked my wetness from his fingers while he continued to lick me. He moaned into me and brought his hand back down to lift my legs slightly. I gasped as his tongue explored lower, making its way to my little back button, pressing for entry as he spread my thighs. Then I realized it wasn’t just his tongue, but his thumb making circles around my ass, pressing in and out gently as his mouth worked back up to my pussy. I was lost in the eroticism that he brought, and my body couldn’t hold back a moment longer. Gripping the sheets, I cried out softly as I came in wave after wave into his mouth.

Pierre stood up and reached for me. He laid a pillow on the ground in front of him and I recognized the gesture. Lowering myself down, our fingers worked in tandem to unclasp his belt and pants. He placed his thumb in my mouth as I tugged on his pants; a preview for his cock to know what my warmth would feel like. I took in a deep breath as it occurred to me that this would be the first time I had ever seen his cock. I was eager. Anxious. Then, as he pulled against the waistband of his boxer briefs, I smiled and released his thumb, replacing it with his cock between my lips.

He was thick. I gripped his shaft and stroked along as I sucked the tip, reveling in his girth. Pierre moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it up off my neck as I deepthroated him. He was rigid. I could tell he wanted more. We both did. He motioned toward the bed and laid on his back. I crawled up next to him and curled up by his side. His left hand traced along the curves of my breasts, stomach, and hip.

I stroked his cock gently as his hand explored me. Lower. Deeper. His fingers found my slit, wet in anticipation. He plunged them into me, more assertive than before. Pulling and stroking in rhythmic motions, bringing forth a deep orgasm from my little body. Losing myself in the moment, I asked him, “will you speak to me in French as you touch me?” Pierre smiled, and delicate words rolled off his tongue like honey. I wasn’t sure of his exact words, but I knew they were erotic. It aroused me in new ways and I repositioned myself between his legs. His cock was firmly in my grasp as I looked up at him. I held his eyes in my gaze as my mouth took his hardness. Up and down. Slow then fast. My mouth worked him over as he sighed in contentment.

Then I stopped. Squeezing him gently in my hand I then asked him the one question that had been hovering around us all evening… and he said yes. “Please.” I smiled in my preparation and repositioned myself over him. Hovering for the briefest moment, I slid the tip of his cock along my pussy, teasing him and myself in the process. Then, with the utmost pleasure, I slid down on his cock, letting him fill me as his hands gripped my waist.

My body rocked against his, a slow and steady rhythm that made my pussy throb. I moaned, but it was stifled as he brought his fingers to my lips. I sucked them voraciously as I rode him harder, coming to the brink when he brought his hands to my breasts and pinched my nipples. Breathless, I paused and he rolled me off him and positioned me over the bed. Holding myself up on my elbows, his hands were firm against my hips as he took me from behind. I bit the bedsheets to keep from squealing in delight.

Pierre squeezed my ass and thrust deeply into me before asking me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. I could feel my breath grow rapid as his hands pulled at my waist. He entered me swiftly and then pressed down on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed as he fucked me hard. My pussy began to drip as I came, just as I heard him say he was going to cum with me. The feeling of his pulsing cock in me was so erotic.

We collapsed beside one another and I laid under his arm, listening to his breathing as it began to calm. No words were spoken for some time. We both recognized how wonderful the night had been. No expectations were set. Yet all were exceeded.

We shared some pillow talk before pulling ourselves from the tussled sheets. I found my dress but didn’t bother to search for my panties as I intended for him to keep those. Heading to the bathroom to freshen up, I quickly texted my husband to tell him about the night. He was thrilled with the turnout and couldn’t wait for me to get home. Smiling, I finished straightening my dress and walked out to say a final goodnight to Pierre. Ever the gentleman, he gave me a soft kiss before I left.

I called my husband in the car on the way home, barely able to contain my excitement as I started to relive the night. “I want to hear it all when you get home,” he said. His voice was hungry. And I couldn’t wait to let him taste everything I had to offer when he reclaimed me.

To be continued…