It Was Hard at First, Hard to Make Love With a Stranger, but It’s Done

The wooden doors creak softly, casting a warm glow across the room. My mind races, replaying the events that led me here. It was hard at first, really fucking hard. Making love with a stranger, letting him touch what’s mine, it’s a humbling experience. But now, as I stand here, the olive-green robe slipping off my shoulders, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment. The light-blue negligee clings to my skin, barely concealing my curves. I’m exposed, vulnerable, but there’s a thrill in it. This is what he wanted, what he fantasized about. And now, it’s done.

Revealing the Truth: A Cuckold’s Confession

The door behind me is a silent witness to my transformation. I’m no longer just a wife; I’m a hotwife, a title that carries weight and expectation. The text on the image, superimposed like a badge of honor, reads: ‘It was hard at first, hard to make love with a stranger, but it’s done. I am now your hotwife, hope you are happy now.’ It’s a declaration, a promise, and a challenge all rolled into one. The lighting is soft, almost forgiving, but it can’t hide the truth. I’m standing here, half-naked, ready to fulfill his deepest desires. The robe, once a barrier, now feels like a tease, a hint of what’s to come.

Embracing the Role: A Cuckold’s Submission

As I stand here, the weight of my actions settles in. I’ve crossed a line, and there’s no going back. The room, once familiar, now feels like a stage, and I’m the star of this perverse play. The paneled door, a mere backdrop, can’t distract from the reality of my situation. I’m his hotwife, a slut for his pleasure, and I’ve embraced it. The exposure, the vulnerability, it’s all part of the game. And as I prepare to step into this new role, I can’t help but wonder: is this what he truly wanted? Is this what I wanted? The answers are blurred, but one thing is clear: I’m his now, completely and utterly. And that’s the hardest part to swallow.