Chapter 1: Introduction
It's time to talk about having sex for the first time after a breakup. I thought for a long time whether to write about this or not. But since we are sharing our experience here, I decided to tell everything as it was, without embellishment.
The journey commenced at dawn's first light. Well, actually, it began when I climbed into the vehicle alongside Alex, where we shared a moment of intimacy that held newfound gravity. As I opened my eyes to another day, relief washed over me – today would be spent with someone who meant so much to me. The hours ahead seemed like an endless expanse of anticipation, each second ticking away towards our rendezvous.
My heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. Today was the day I was finally able to feel his dick inside me. I knew it would be intense and wild - just the way I wanted it.
Returning home, I began to prepare. I showered, shaved and put on sexy lingerie.
After finishing getting ready, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile.
The meeting was in another city, we rented two hotel rooms, so Dima was not far away. This time he wanted to hear everything that would happen to my beloved. It was five or six meters from Dima’s door to the door where Alex would fuck me. This way he will hear everything well.
Before my new partner was due to arrive, Dima and I stayed in separate rooms. I didn't want to see him anymore. Gradually I immersed myself in the role that I adored so much. My husband is a cuckold again, but now he is much closer than usual. All the time before Alex’s arrival, we corresponded and shared our emotions.
We told each other what we felt, what we expected and what we hoped for.
He was also excited, he was looking forward to our meeting just like me. I tried to suppress any feelings that arose in me, because I realized that this was necessary to do so in order to fully immerse myself in the process. I didn't want to think about anything else, I just wanted to meet Alex.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention. As for how Dima and I arrived at the hotel, we went to a skex shop and bought a dildo. Why do you think? That's right, since we had a long break, we wanted to try everything at once. I told Dima to take a picture of him kissing the dildo and send me a foto. I wanted to humiliate him as much as possible. When I saw a photo of my cuckold kissing a dildo, I felt contempt for him. I wanted to humiliate him like I had never humiliated him before.
After that, Dima sent a video where he jerks off his flaccid penis. It was truly disgusting. Especially in contrast to the size of Alex's penis.
Maxim arrived closer to 20:00. The meeting was quite warm, we kissed a lot. Since we had talked for a long time before, I had the feeling that I had known him for a very long time, I think many of you are familiar with this feeling when you can immediately relax with a person. He went into the shower, I stayed waiting for him, wrote to Dima that I would be busy now.
Anyone who's been reading the blog closely may have noticed that I don't usually drink alcohol on dates. I use it very rarely in my life. But this time, to be honest, I don’t know why, but I decided to have a drink with my partner, perhaps for courage, because this is the first date after a break. This is where the "fun" began.
Alex came out of the shower, saw me in the bathroom and helped me sit up. He sat next to me and stroked my head until I came to my senses. At that moment, I completely forgot about my nervousness and excitement. All I could think about was how sweet and caring he was.
He was sitting opposite me at the table, I was lying on the bed in only underwear and stockings. We drank and talked, talked a lot. The moment he poured me whiskey, our eyes met and we kissed. Now it’s difficult to remember the chronology, because some moments simply fell out of my memory, for example, I don’t remember how after the kiss I ended up on the bed, but I was already lying on my back, and my legs were on his shoulders and he began to perform cunnilingus on me. Although I don't know how much it would take to drink to forget how carefully he did it.
Just as smoothly, he rose above me, looked into my eyes and kissed me, I wrapped my legs around him and pressed him to me. It was so nice to feel his penis, even through his underwear (he was still half dressed)
Let me remind you that his size is not quite standard, and this worried me. I understood that there were two options, either he would suit me and we would have awesome sex, because since he was a man, I really liked him. Smart, purposeful, honest, knows what he wants and is responsible for his words. He was pleasant to talk to and his attitude towards me was wonderful, all that was left was sex and that’s all, he could become a permanent partner.
There was a major lapse in memory when I didn’t understand how he took off his clothes. But again, I definitely won’t forget the first penetration of me by his huge dick. I was very horny, wet and ready to do whatever he wanted. And he wanted to fuck me. I felt him stretching me, it seems to me that the whole hotel heard my moans. It was very pleasant, he felt me like that, knew how and what to do, controlled the pace and kissed me. Damn, I love kissing during sex.
It was a great start to the night because we didn't sleep at all. But to be continued in the next part. Do you think the story with Maxim ended with which of the two options written above?