Anonymous Love
By: Guy New York
Tags: Short Story, Erotica, Fiction, Hotwife, Kink

Anonymous Love

The first chapter in this hotwife novella

“You have to agree formally,” he said with that beautifully mischievous smile I’ve always loved.

I blushed and took another small sip of my wine. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to say yes. Sure, I was terrified, but it was the sort of fear that lives next to excitement. But there was also a part of me that was in love with the idea of the thing. I wanted him to continue whispering in my ear about what he would do, and I wanted the fantasy to keep me turned on forever.

And I knew that once we began, everything would change. Once I said yes–once I officially agreed–the reality would replace the dream.

“I don’t mean to sound unsure of myself,” I finally said. “I promise you that I want to do this no matter how scared I am. I guess I need you tell me one more time that it’s what you want. I need to know for sure that it will excite you every time and that no matter where we go with it that you’ll always be mine. And more importantly, I’ll always be yours.”

My husband stood and came to sit next to me on the couch. He took my two hands in his own, and I looked up at him. His blue eyes were so bright and so familiar I nearly lost my breath.

“Nothing will make me happier, my love. Yes, it’s scary for me too, but I suppose that’s part of the excitement. I promise you I will always be there. I will always make good decisions, and I will always take you home and remind you who it is you belong to. We’ve shared this fantasy for so long, but the reality will be even better. Terrifying, exciting, daring, and so much better than only words.”

“I believe you,” I finally said.

I kissed him gently on the mouth before sitting back. I was about to agree when I realized it required more ceremony than my simple acceptance. So I stood up and slipped out of my dress. Standing in front of him in my black lingerie and stocking,s I could hardly keep from falling. But I knelt on the floor at my husband’s feet, and I took his hands in mine.

“I promise to be yours and to do as you ask. I promise never to ask questions, never to search out answers on my own and never to peek. I will let you blindfold me whenever you wish. I will let you blindfold me wherever you wish. And once you have me in the dark…”

I stumbled, the words stuck in my mouth. His patience was as beautiful as his love. He touched my chin and my cheek reassuringly. He smiled, and I found my strength.

“And once you have me, I will welcome the men you share me with. I will suck their cocks, I will use my hands and my lips, and I will let them fuck me as you see fit. Once the blindfold is on, I will obey completely, allowing you to do with me as you please with whomever you choose.”

“I love you,” he said, reaching behind him. I looked up, my body shaking and my pussy aching and wet as he held out the black cloth in front of him. Carefully, he wrapped it around my head and tied it tightly. Due to his diligence and attention, I was completely blind; the world around me filled with darkness.

In an instant, I wondered if he meant to start now. Would it be that quick?

When I heard him stand I felt myself gasp for breath. As he walked around me, I clenched my thighs tightly together unsure of everything.

“Take off your bra,” he said quietly but firmly. To my credit, I didn’t pause.

“Stand up and remove your underwear, but leave on your garter and stockings.”

A thousand questions hung on my lips, but once more I held them back as I did his bidding. I stood, slipped the black lace off, and then returned to the floor where I belonged.

“Part your knees and lean forward,” he commanded.

When I did as he asked I heard the first click of the camera. Three more times it sounded before he had me lean back, my chest arched and my bare breasts heaving. Again the sound of the shutter sent shivers down my spine. Moments later, he placed me on my back with my legs wide open. I felt more vulnerable than ever before. As instructed, I slid one hand between my legs and spread my vulva open with shaking fingers.

Click. Click. Click.

“Stand up one more time,” he said, his hand touching my shoulder.

Somehow I managed to move. Somehow I managed to rise, and somehow I didn’t fall. I could feel him behind me, his hands on my shoulders and arms as he held me tightly. His breath was against my ear, and I felt as if I might come from his presence alone.

And then he reached up and removed the blindfold, the light blinding me and bringing me instantly back from the crazed and desperate place I had been in only moments before. I was aching and reeling, needing to be fucked more than I had ever imagined. He turned me to face him.

“I think that’s a good start. The photos will help with what’s to come.”

“I wasn’t sure…”

“You didn’t know if it was going to happen today. Just now, you had no idea if I was going to bring someone in to take you. To use your body as you wondered desperately who it was. You wondered if today I would watch you get fucked for the first time by another man.”

“Yes,” I admitted, looking down in shame.

“Good,” he said, raising my chin with his hand. “It’s good for you to wonder. And it’s just as good for you never to know. I will use the blindfold whenever I choose, and what happens next is completely up to me. Some days you will do nothing but sit and others I may let three men take you at once. You might find your mouth buried between the thighs of a faceless girl, or your ass in the hands of someone desperate and rough. Only then will you know.”

“Oh god,” I said, leaning against my husband’s strong chest. His words felt different in spite of having heard them a hundred times. Because now, after all the talking and the daydreaming, it was something new.

Now, it was no longer just a fantasy.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me,” he whispered, kissing me gently on the mouth. “And remember, you’re not allowed to come. Even tonight when I fuck you, you will resist. And when I do share you, when I let another man fuck you for the first time, you will be so desperate and so eager that you will embarrass yourself even as you make me proud.”

Blushing from ear to ear, I practically ran from the room, my heart pounding as I wondered how the hell I would manage to hold back.

It was going to be a beautiful, painful, and terrifying beginning.