I'm standing in front of the vanity mirror, the cold hotel tile beneath my freshly showered feet. As I await my curling iron to reach max-curl temperature I mentally prepare myself for the scene we are about to play out. We have spent much time with most every detail of this evening's events but not so much in that we have lost what we are looking for out of tonight.
Choosing "him" was something we both considered the most important part of our fantasy. If we didn't connect with him, if he didn't respect his position within our dynamic then it would be all for naught. So that led us to really communicating from each other's perspective why cuckolding is so sexually enticing.
It wouldn't be surprising for a woman to say she loves attention so needless to say the thought of two men making me their focus makes me very wet. But it is not just the selfish indulgence that turns me on, it's the pleasing them at the same time that pleases me the most. It's the dirty girl in me being set free and sharing that experience with someone I love. It doesn't get much hotter than that.
For him, he loves that dirty girl too! He loves that I love sex and that we both share the same views on love and sex and how very separate the two are. He loves to watch me being pleased. Although this is the first time we have invited another man to join he loves watching me as he fucks me or as I masturbate for him. My pleasure is his and his is mine.
So we decided he was to be tall dark and handsome with an average or above cock. Other than that we were not too specific. After much searching through local ads we connected with a young man in his 20's. I honestly never thought I would choose that young but there are bonuses to young men and he did not disappoint; something to be said for keeping an open mind.
So here I am doing my hair, just an hour shy of his arrival. I will say I was nervous without a doubt. While sexually excited, it did not come without a little fear of the unknown. Thankfully my experiences as Belle had really helped me prepare for that night providing some ease as I did my best to compartmentalize this night.
My boyfriend sat in a chair, dressed so respectfully in his dress pants and dress shirt waiting to meet the man he has asked to come fuck me. I dressed for the occasion as well, tonight would be well worth celebrating. And with a knock at the door I looked over at him as he gave his nod of approval. I then walked to greet our fine guest, knowing this would be a night to remember.
