Post 21 – wow, it’s still going! When I began writing this blog, I had never imagined that I’d get to this point for a number of reasons. The first of which being that I had simply assumed that I would get bored of writing after one or two entries – yes I’m well aware that I haven’t posted for a considerable period of time! In my defence, that isn’t out of boredom, it’s due to life and responsibilities getting in the way, resulting in limited time to sit and write.
I’ll also be the first to admit that I’m one of those people who dives head first into a new hobby. If you look around my house, there’s plenty of evidence of it; an unfinished jigsaw puzzle hidden under the sofa (it’s a flat area that doesn’t take up any visible space!); a half finished DIY project that I’m sure I’ll get around to completing one day when the stars align – a wardrobe with two different coloured doors is so hot right now!; a plethora of musical instruments that I believed I/YouTube could teach me to play! I’m not saying that being a ‘Hotwife’ is a hobby, but it is thankfully one of the aspects in my life that has maintained my interest and stood the test of time. Don’t get me wrong, Covid-19 did try and a throw a spanner in the works but we’re finally back to a place where my Stag and I are back having some lifestyle adventures once more.
Now that I’ve decided to jump back on the writing horse, I took some time to reflect back on the ENM encounters that I’ve had recently. I decided that I wanted to share this particular ‘rendezvous’ as it gave me a unique experience, not just in the capacity of a hotwife but in relationships in general. Having only ever been in monogamous relationships prior to marriage, I had never knowingly experienced a ‘last time’ sexual encounter. When time had been called on my previous relationships, I had never realised that the last time I had had sex with my partner would be the final time we would ever be intimate. On this occasion with a ‘Bull’ however, I knew that this would be the last time we would ever be together and so I wanted to ensure that we really were going out with a bang!
This particular man had actually been one of my first Bulls. One in fact, whom I have shared encounters about on this very blog. We had however drifted apart as a result of Covid-19 and had actually lost contact with one another for a couple of years until one day, when he reached out.
I was going about my normal, daily business when I received a text message that utterly took me by surprise. It truly stopped me in my tracks. This person hadn’t crossed my mind in a very long time, so seeing their name appear on my phone felt like a blast from the past.
An even bigger surprise was him calling me Vixen. Up until this moment I had never shared the blog with him nor my alter ego persona. My stomach did a somersault. I had been found out!
When I started writing this blog, I had made the decision to not tell the Bulls of its existence. It wasn’t a decision that came from a sinister place or of shame, I just didn’t want them to think that I was seeking/having sex with them to create content. A belief I still stand by today. It’s also a reason why I find it a huge turn off if men approach me and state that they’d ‘make a great blog post’ in their first interaction with me. My anxiety towards being uncovered however, soon lifted when he said that he was ‘flattered’ and that he’d enjoyed reading about our past dalliances.
For the next couple of hours we caught up over WhatsApp and it was actually a huge weight off of my shoulders to talk openly about the blog and my presence on Twitter/X. Talk even turned to the actors who would play us when my blog was turned into a Hollywood movie – step aside Fifty Shades! However, it didn’t take long before the conversation soon drifted from social media to more casual chatter about life and what we’d both been up to. I had forgotten how easy it was to talk to this man and how similar our interests were as conversation turned to popular culture. Apart from our initial discussion about the blog, our chat had stayed very PG. Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask why he had decided to make contact with me after so long. Was it only because of his discovery of the blog? Was there more to this sudden communication? I must admit, by this point in the day, I was beginning to hope that there was another reason.
The next message filled me with both excitement and disappointment.
‘Moving home next week’ meant leaving the country. If I didn’t seize the opportunity, I would never see him again. In my personal life I’m not an overly decisive person but on this particular occasion, I made up my mind very quickly. I was going to go and see him.
If I’d had it my way, I would have gone to see him that moment but once again ‘everyday life’ got in the way. It would be a further 4 hours before I would arrive at his house. It was going to be a very late booty call! A positive of this however, was that our conversations on WhatsApp continued and now the chat was no longer PG.
Going into this ‘meet,’ knowing that it would be my last encounter with this particular Bull, I was going to have to do something that I’m not very good at; ask for what I want. I am truly terrible at vocalising what I’d like to happen when I’m having sex. I might be ‘sexually liberated’ but even at this point in my journey, it’s something I’m continuing to work on. On this occasion I couldn’t rely on ‘I’ll ask him to do that next time;’ I had to be assertive.
During the drive over to his house, I was recalling my previous visits and my highlights of my encounters with him; from the very first time I had fucked him up until the last time I saw him which was a week before we first went into Lockdown. I thought I’d feel the usual nerves that I’ve often described in this blog on my journey over, but I was fuelled by excitement. This would be our last ‘hurrah’ so there was no time to waste with pleasantries or my nerves!
I arrived at his house and a wave of nostalgia passed over me as I waited on his doorstep. I’d been here several times but not for a couple of years. He opened the door and I walked inside. The moment he closed the door, he was on me. I hadn’t even removed my coat and we were already lost in an intense devouring kiss. I’m not sure how long we kissed for but when we came up for air, I finally removed my coat and let Secret_Stag know that I had arrived safely. – Now I’m well aware that this is the first time I have mentioned his involvement in this encounter but he was fully involved throughout! He had in fact been in communication with this Bull throughout the day and was actively encouraging our conversations and actions – no surprise there!
Once I had touched base with my husband, I returned my attention to my Bull. We now moved to his bedroom. I had intentionally dressed in an outfit that I could seductively slip out of to reveal a carefully selected piece of lingerie that I had worn for him before; one I knew to be his favourite. He had already moved to his bed and invited me to join him. I did not move to him just yet. I instead chose to stand at the foot of his bed and positioned myself in front of his floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobe doors. Without a word but holding his gaze with mine, I let my dress fall from my shoulders to the ground, revealing my lingerie underneath. I had intentionally stood in this position so that he could see all aspects of me. My planned placement had clearly had the desired effect as I watched as his eyes left mine and began to scan my body. His gaze soon moving to my reflection. Even though he was still fully clothed, his erection was clearly visible.
Embracing my assertiveness, I moved onto his bed, halting at his waist. I began to unfasten his trousers, eventually freeing his hard cock from its confines. Whilst I was trying my best to remain a seductive siren, I couldn’t stop “hello old friend” from escaping my lips. I removed his trousers and boxers as he took off his shirt. It was nice to not be the first one naked for a change. I ran my hands over his bare chest and then began to travel them back towards his groin, savouring every ridge of his muscles on their journey. I positioned myself onto all fours, making my intentions clear and lowered my head towards his cock. I was about to place it in my mouth but stopped when it was mere millimetres from my lips. I held my position there and then lightly ran my fingers along the full length of his penis. My touch was so light, it barely made contact with him and yet his cock began to quiver ever so slightly, demonstrating that my gentle teasing was working. I moved my mouth closer still, this time my lips were almost touching the tip of him and his frustration was now audible. I opened my mouth to enwrap him then paused once more. “Let’s film this for my husband.” The utterance of that word, the reminder that I was a married woman was intoxicating for him. Following my instruction, he took my phone and began to record me as I lowered my mouth onto his cock.
His moans of frustration had now changed to those of pleasure as my lips journeyed along him, working in perfect partnership with my tongue. My Bull was clearly enjoying himself and his fingers moved through my hair, occasionally gripping the back of my head as I fellated him. As his moans became stronger, I was careful to not let him cum. I was very aware that my time with him was limited and I was not finished with him yet. I instructed him to swap places with me.
To my great satisfaction he was more than willing to oblige me and I laid back on his bed and opened my legs to him. My teasing however was about to be used against me as he mirrored my actions towards him moments before. He began to kiss the inside of my legs, moving from one to the other but never landing them where I was wanting him to. My pelvis soon began to involuntarily lift off the bed towards him, betraying my desire to not beg for his attention. I was now the frustrated party. I was eager to feel his mouth on me so I took his lead from before and placed my hand on the back of his head and guided him to me. Almost instantly my body began to purr from the touch of his mouth and tongue. Greedily I tilted my pelvis and began to gently move it to his rhythm. Knowing my body, I knew that it would not take long for me to cum doing this. Both my hands were now on his head; my fingers entwined. My orgasm was building. Whilst I was careful to not let him cum when I pleasured him, I had no desire to place that same restriction on myself. As his tongue continued to explore me, I succumbed to my orgasm and delighted in every moment of it.
Whilst I laid on the bed, savouring the sensation of my climax, my Bull prepared himself for the next stage of our reunion. We began to kiss once more and I could taste myself on him. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed kissing him and I continued to do so deeply. He soon moved himself on top of me and I could feel his hard penis between my legs. Slowly, he entered me. My nerve endings were still supercharged from my orgasm moments before and I relished every inch of him. His movements began to quicken and once more, I matched his rhythm.
Knowing that this would be the last time that I’d ever be intimate with him and knowing that this would be my last opportunity to ride him, I asked for what I wanted. He did not require me to repeat my request and he scooped his arm under me and moved me expertly so that I was straddled on top of him. From my new seated position, I began to make small back and forth movements with my hips that soon intensified and increased in pace. My Bull grasped my hips and anchored me to him, ensuring that I took his full length. His fingers stretched towards my buttocks and as I rode him, they dug into me, instructing me to go even faster. The pace of my movements and the depth of him within me lured my orgasm once more and it began to build with each motion. I liken the sensation to that of the mercury rising within a thermometer. The sensation starts in my lower legs and races towards my crotch where it finds its delightful release. My increasingly loud moans of pleasure echoed the movements of my orgasm until my body was finally willing to unleash it and I laid spent on the mountain of a man beneath me. Whilst I had cum for the second time that night, I was fully intent on returning the favour to my Bull and I knew exactly how I was to achieve that.
Once more, I positioned myself in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors but this time I was facing them. I lowered by body onto my forearms and lifted my arse towards him. I invited him to take me from behind – his favourite position. For this grand finale, this conclusion to our relationship, I wanted to share the moment with my Stag and FaceTimed him. As my Bull took me from behind, using his mirror to see my face, my Stag was also able to watch the events unfold. The moans from both the room and my phone indicated that both men were close to their release. My fingers grasped the bedsheets as the thrusts intensified until the roar in the room communicated that my Bull had reached his climax. At that moment, I blew a kiss to my husband, mouthed the words ‘I love you’ and ended the call. I wanted to enjoy these last few post-coital minutes with my Bull.
Leaving his house was an odd sensation. The day had gone by in a whirlwind and culminated in an incredibly heightened sexual encounter. Heightened due to the knowledge that this would be the last time that I would see this man. This man, who had played a significant part in our hotwife journey. As I said my final goodbye to him, I was incredibly excited for him to be returning home but there was a fraction of me that was almost mourning what it was losing. I’ll forever be grateful to him for the experiences my Stag and I shared with him but it was time to put this Bull out to pasture and move on with the herd.
Secret Vixen 