Chapter 1: Preparation
The steam from the shower clung to the bathroom mirror, blurring the edges of Hannah’s reflection. She wiped a hand across the glass, her fingers leaving a streak through the condensation, revealing her flushed cheeks and the way her breath hitched in anticipation. The water had been hot—almost too hot—but she’d needed it that way, the heat seeping into her muscles, loosening the knots of nervous energy coiled tight in her stomach.
She stepped out, the cool air making her skin prickle, and wrapped herself in a plush towel. The fabric was soft against her curves, but it did nothing to calm the thrum of excitement beneath her skin.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the tube of body lotion on the vanity, squeezing a generous dollop into her palm. The scent of jasmine and vanilla rose with the heat of her skin, heady and intoxicating. She smoothed it over her arms, her neck, the swell of her breasts—each stroke deliberate, teasing, as she massaged it into her soft skin.
She had shaved and
trimmed herself, her pussy bare and smooth, ready. She could feel the heat between her legs, the ache that had been building all day. She was wet, her arousal slick on her thighs.
She let the towel drop to the floor, her breath catching as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her body was a landscape of curves, her hips full, her breasts heavy and round. She traced the line of her collarbone, her fingers dipping into the valley between her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive.
She turned, her ass round and full, and she could see the glint of her arousal on her thighs. She bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation running through her, knowing that tonight, for the first time in over a decade, she would be with another man. Not just any man—one Max had chosen for her, one who would know exactly how to treat her, how to make her feel like the slut she secretly craved to be.
Her fingers slid down her stomach, over her soft belly, and lower, until she was cupping herself. She gasped, her breath quickening as her fingers found the slick heat of her pussy. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she rubbed herself, her fingers moving in slow, teasing circles.
She was so nervous and self conscious about the thought of being with another man but her body, her pussy, was ready. Her arousal was dripping down her thighs, her clit swollen and sensitive, begging for attention.
She slipped a finger inside herself, her breath hitching as she felt how wet she was. She moaned, her fingers moving in and out of her tight, slick channel, her hips rocking gently against her hand.
"Oh, God," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
She could hear Max's voice in her mind, his words from earlier that day ringing in her ears. "You're going to love it, baby. He's going to worship you.He's going to make you feel things you've never felt before.”
Now, as she stood in front of the mirror, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, she could feel her excitement building.
She had to stop though, had to save herself for later and slid her finger from her pussy, groaning at the sense of loss, before continuing with her preparations.
She did her hair and makeup, wanting to look perfect, wanting to be irresistible. She applied a deep red lipstick that made her lips look fuller, more sensual, and she lined her eyes with a smoky gray shadow, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she blinked.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she finally reached for the lingerie that Max had bought for her. There was something extremely arousing about the idea of dressing up for another man, wearing lingerie that her husband had bought specifically to display and expose her body to him, make him want her, make him fuck her married pussy.
The thought of her husband watching her as another man took her, used her, made her come, was almost too much to bear. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching, as she slipped the black lace teddy over her body, knowing that he was handing her over, giving her away to another man.
The fabric clung to her curves, the lacy material paper thin, barely able to hold the size and weight of her tits. She felt exposed and vulnerable , yet incredibly sexy. She could feel the cool air against her pussy, the lace of the teddy barely covering her, leaving her feeling deliciously dirty.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror, her breath catching as she took in her reflection. The teddy was extremely low cut, the lace barely containing her large, round breasts, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material. The gusset disappeared between her legs, a thin, almost nonexistent barrier between her and the world. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her arousal seeping through the lace already, the heat of her pussy making her even more conscious of her body, of her vulnerability.
She turned to the vanity mirror, her reflection staring back at her, her eyes wide and a little dazed. She could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips were parted, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her pulse racing, her body alive with anticipation at what was about to take place.
She heard a soft knock on the bathroom door and her breath caught in her throat, it was time.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she reached for the door handle, her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly opened the door.
Max stood there, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, the way the lace barely contained them, the way her nipples were hard and visible through the thin material. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in the sight of her.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice low and rough. "You look *perfect*, baby. Just like I knew you would."
Hannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the sound of his voice, the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her.
She could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal, and it sent a thrill of power through her. She knew she looked good, knew that she was desirable, and it was a heady feeling.
Max reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "You're so fucking beautiful, Hannah," he murmured. "I can't wait to see another man's hands on you, to see him worshipping your body, making you come like you deserve."
Hannah's eyes fluttered closed, a moan escaping her lips as she leaned into his touch. “Nor can I baby,” she whispered, “I want this, for both of us. You sure you’re not going to get too jealous handing your wife over to another man,” she teased, her eyes opening to meet his, a small, wicked smile playing on her lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be insanely jealous , baby,” Max admitted, his hand sliding from her cheek down to her neck, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. “But I’ll also be so fucking hard and turned on. Seeing you like this, knowing that another man is going to be inside you, making you scream, it’s going to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at his words. She could feel the heat between her legs, the ache that was growing with each passing moment. She needed to be touched, needed to be fucked, and she now didn’t care who did it.
“I’m excited baby,” she ,” she breathed, her fingers reaching out to stroke the bulge in his pants, feeling the thick, heavy length straining against the fabric. “I want you to watch me, I want you to see what you’re missing out on and how your wife really needs to be fucked.”
Max groaned, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he growled. “That’s what I want, to see you taken, to see you used and pleasured, handed over and made another property for a night.”
Hannah’s breath hitched as she watched his hand travel down his pants, his fingers fumbling with the zipper before he pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already leaking pre-cum, the head glistening with the wetness, the veins pulsing beneath the surface.
“Look at that,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “You’re so hard for me, for this. You want to see me with another man, don’t you, a real man?”
Hannah whispered, her voice thick with arousal as she leaned in closer to Max, her breath hot against his ear. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed at her proximity. She wanted to see him react, to see the way he would respond to the thought of another man touching her, fucking her, making her his.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Max growled back, his hand gripping the base of his cock, his thumb swiping over the glistening head. “I want to see you with a real man, one who can give you what I can’t. I want to see you stretched, filled, fucked until you can’t take anymore.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at his words.
“And who is this real man, Max?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked on his cock, watching as he stroked it slowly, his grip tight.
“His name is Damian,” Max answered, his voice rough with need.
“And let me guess,” Hannah purred, her fingers trailing down Max's chest, her nails scraping lightly against his T-shirt, “he's big, isn't he? He's got a big, thick cock that's going to stretch me out, fill me up in ways you never could.”
Max groaned, his grip on his cock tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. “Fuck, yes, he is. He's got a fucking monster, baby. It's going to be so goddamn good for you.”
Hannah's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing at the thought. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the lace of her teddy soaked with her arousal.
“Is he black?” Hannah asked, her voice a breathy whisper, her fingers trailing further down Max’s chest toward his cock, “because ever since you bought me my first black dildo, I’ve craved the real thing, craved the weight and thickness of a real man’s cock inside me.”
Max groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly as Hannah’s fingers brushed against his length. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to be the death of me. Yeah, he’s black. Tall, broad, built like a fucking linebacker, and he’s got a cock that’s going to make you scream.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the thought of Damian’s size, the weight of him between her thighs. She could already imagine the way he’d feel, the way he’d stretch her open, fill her up until she couldn’t move.
The thought of it made her knees weak, her pussy dripping with need.
“Good boy,” she purred, “at least you know how to pick them. Now, let’s get me ready for him, shall we?”
Max nodded, his eyes never leaving her body as he forced his cock back into his jeans as she approached the bed.
She sat down on the edge of the mattresses and started to slip her shiny, black heels on, her eyes locked with Max's.
"Spread your legs, baby," Max commanded, his voice low and rough. "Let me see that pretty pussy of yours."
Hannah's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the order. She slowly spread her legs, the cool air hitting her wet, bare pussy, making her shiver.
Max groaned, his eyes locked on her center. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet. Look at you, dripping for another man."
Hannah bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the way her arousal was seeping out of her, coating her thighs.
“I am baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and excitement. “I want him to see me like this, want him to see how desperate I am for his cock. I never get this wet for you baby, you know that don’t you?” Hannah breathed, her fingers trailing down her thighs, spreading her arousal across her sensitive flesh. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the way her clit was swollen and throbbing, begging for attention.
Max growled as he watched her, stepping closer as he picked up a silk blindfold from the bed.
Hannah smiled and turned her head away from him, her eyes fluttering closed as she invited him to blindfold her. She could hear the rustle of silk as he tied it around her head, the fabric cool against her skin, the darkness enveloping her vision.
Once in place she pushed herself up the bed, laying back on the fresh sheets, her body aching with anticipation.
She raised her arms submissively, allowing Max to tie the silk restraints he’d already set up around each of her wrist, securing her to the bed.
The cool silk bit into her sensitive skin as he tightened the knots, his fingers lingering on her wrists before he stepped back, giving her a moment to adjust to the sensation of being bound.
She felt vulnerable, restrained and blindfolded, but also incredibly turned on. It was a strange feeling, so exposed and helpless, relinquishing control to her husband and a stranger who would soon be inside her, using her body in ways she had only fantasised about.
She could hear Max moving around the room, knew he would be watching her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the way it made her skin tingle, her nipples harden and she allowed her legs to part, falling open, giving him and soon Damian a full view of her pussy, barley covered by the thin lace of her teddy.
”He here baby, are you ready?” Max asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but Hannah could hear the excitement, the anticipation in his tone.
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She could feel the cool air against her pussy, the way the lace of her teddy barely covered her, leaving her feeling deliciously exposed.
She heard the soft creak of the door opening and the sound of his footsteps on the plush carpet retreating down the stairs, her heart pounded in her chest, this was it.