Under His Eyes, in Someone Else’s Hands

“I’ll be right back”

I told Cubby and the man I had spent 30 minutes getting to know in the car before I headed into the bathroom. You know when you’re drunk in the club bathroom alone and you have a pep-talk with yourself in the mirror to go a few more hours into the morning? That was how I felt realizing I was about to fuck an otherwise stranger in front of the man I adore.  With each piece of clothing I removed I shed any anxiety, shyness, questions, every cloud of the unknown filling my curves until there was nothing but confidence, lust, and a ravenous hunger I had not felt since I was in my early 20’s.

Stepping out of the bathroom completely nude I joined the two men as they took in the view, Cubby knowingly smacking my ass in approval while the other man moved to match me in his birthday suit. In my debut as a hotwife, I was struck by the look Cubby gave me as the energy shifted in the room as if someone yelled action. We all assumed our positions without many words in the open living room. I often savor the look in Cubby’s eyes. It wasn’t jealousy, it was something darker, richer. A pride that wasn’t possessive, but…generous. He was offering me to the moment, and I was accepting.

Tell Cubby Thank You

Cubby sat across the room, not hidden, not shy, but deliberately there as I gestured for the man to sit on the love seat. I kneeled in front of him, focused on his thick dick, adrenaline rushing through, I felt at ease in my ability and warm under Cubby’s supportive gaze. Once I let go of analyzing the big picture like “oh shit I’m really swallowing a dick butt ass naked in front of bae! This is my life now!!! Insert lots of internal screaming over the sounds of me gagging, him moaning, and music I think” I was able to be my whole self. A slut, succubus, hot wife, brat, finslut. So many labels I am all of them at once and Cubby truly loves me for me and makes space for me to be just that. 

After a few minutes the man, clearly an experienced dom/ “bull,” started talking shit, making me even more wet and open to swallowing more of his dick. “You’re such a good slut.” “Mmm suck my dick just like that.” Fuck I did not even know this kind of sex was an option let alone sooo sexy and tantilizing! He needed to be inside of me, stood up, bent me over and lifted my ass to open me to his dick. Even though fatma was wet and needy as fuck, he was forced to take his time shoving his dick in me. Inch by inch he pushed, while gently praising me for being a good girl, until he couldn’t fit in any further. He pulled out a little admiring how wet everything was. I heard Cubby walk over to us to get a better view, with his phone out. I could barely think beyond “I’m such a slut. This is so fucking hot. FUCK ME.” I was thinking out loud. The man quipped “tell Cubby thank you for letting you have this dick” now ramming me into the seat. With my hole dripping from being used, my brain can only follow the flesh and a few simple commands: Obey, beg for cum, talk shit to serve your purpose and drain those balls. So I did..between moans of course.

 This Is Life Now

I looked up meeting Cubby’s eyes and was flushed seeing how pleased and clearly aroused he was. My brain “BIIIITCH! You’re doing amazing, sweetie!” Fuck and dare I say it was one of the most romatic-slutty moments I had ever been in. My freaking heart was exploding with the realization that Cubby, my honest little cuck, meant every word he said when we discussed what we wanted to have in these moments, our relationship, all of it true. I seriously found my person. Then he fucking leaned down to kiss me while this man was BALLS DEEP in me???? Excuse me? Who the fuck are you? Like seriously where did you come from Cubby? Open the fucking flood gates bitch you’re cumming. That was the first of many.

We moved to the bedroom for more rounds, switching positions, and sooo much more. I was with all the shits. When it was over, Cubby didn’t ask me for a play-by-play. He didn’t need to. We both knew what had happened between glances, silences, and smiles.

Twisting my right nipple in reflection… it wasn’t about the man beside me, inside me, it was about me. About seeing myself as someone worth displaying, worth watching, worth being desired by more than one man at once.