Chapter 2 - The First Meeting with Him
The Next Day...
I wake up with the buzzing of the alarm and realize that today is the day I will be meeting Samuel for the first time. I am filled with mixed emotions, I'm nervous because after chatting with him I really want him to like me and excited because I can experience the dating phase just like the college days. Suddenly, my phone beeps, it's a message from Samuel asking if we can meet up for brunch at a luxurious street café in 2 hours. I knew I would have to rush but I agreed.
On a regular day, I would cook breakfast and serve it piping hot for you. But today, you are not a priority, Samuel is. So I rush to the bathroom, got fresh and put on a face mask while I go through my wardrobe deciding what to wear.
As I was going through my wardrobe, I came across those jeans pant which you never allowed me to wear because it highlighted my curves to much. Today is the day I finally get to wear them because I want Samuel to trace my curves with his eyes.
For the top, I chose a tight turtle neck sleeveless crop top. It may hide my valley but it will definitely highlight the size. For the lipstick, I chose bright red, a color that I don't usually wear but today is about grabbing attention and making statement.
Now that I'm ready, I want to go alone but you insist you want to drop me off. I wanted to be comfortable and free but arguing with you was only making me late, hence I gave in and let you drop me.
As we were about to reach the location, I get off 500 meters before the café and I order you to go back as I chose to walk. This was because I didn't want you stocking me on our first meet and also I want him to see me from head to toe as I shake my hips for him from side to side.
As I reached the café Samuel was already there. He stood up when I arrived — towering, broad-shouldered, a gentle giant with eyes that scanned me like he was memorizing every inch. He didn’t leer. He didn’t rush. He just smiled and said, “You must be Alia.” Not “Mrs.” Alia. Not “Ma’am.” Just… Alia. I liked that.
We talked. And I could feel it with every word — how different he was. He didn’t fumble nervously with his coffee cup. He didn’t stammer when I crossed my legs and let my heel dangle. He leaned in, calm, confident… commanding.
He asked me what I was looking for. I told him the truth.
“I want to sleep with you,” I said softly. “But there’s one condition.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“My husband will be there,” I added. “He’ll sit in the corner and watch… like the little loser he is.”
That made him curious and ask, "How long does he last?" to which I chuckled and replied, "Barely 30 seconds"
This made him burst out laughing, he wanted to hear everything. So we went in to order coffee.
Fast forward to evening, suddenly your sleep is broken by the door bell, you answer the door and it's me.
After giving you the most passionate smooch I said, "Sorry sweetie, I know I said it would be just a couple of minutes with but I ended up spending half a day with him. Good thing you ordered lunch, I know you don't like outside food but you will have to get used to it. I won't have time to cook for you now that I'm spending time with him"
This made you furious because I hadn't kept my promise of returning back on time. To which I replied, "Speaking of promises, you haven't kept your end of the deal either, didn't you? You were supposed to drop me and leave but you followed me in the car and parked just close enough to get a view of me in the café. You watched me from the car today afternoon, didn’t you? Pretending to scroll your phone, pretending not to care as I walked into that café, wearing those jeans you said were “too tight” for grocery shopping. But today… they were just tight enough."
"Well, I'm sure you noticed him rubbing his palms on my thighs. But you don't know what happened once we went inside the café, right? Well, let me tell you everything in detail. As we entered in the lady at the counter said that they had special offer for couples and if did a good romantic pose we would get a 30% discount on out bill. Before I could tell her that we are not a couple, Samuel wrapped his hand around my waist, pulled me closer and gave me the most romantic and passionate kiss I have ever received. My eyes closed and I gave into the emotion, I had forgotten I was married to to you and just gave into the feeling. Our performance had grabbed everyone's attention in the café. The lady at the counter was surely jealous because of what she was witnessing hence she broke the kiss and said we were eligible for the discount. We grabbed our coffee and took a seat inside the café."
"After taking a seat he got really adventurous. From tracing my lower back to caressing's my inner thighs, he knew what to do to turn me on. After hearing what a useless person you are in bed he knew I wouldn't resist no matter what ever he did. Then he grubbed my hand and said, "I know you want to sleep with me but before that I want you to know what you are getting yourself into" Saying that he took my hand placed it close to his inner thighs. That's when my heart skipped a beat, it was not because of what he did but because of what I felt. It was no regular size, definitely two times bigger than yours. Sweat beads started forming on my head because I was confused between "I want to sleep with him" and "Will I be able to take it all in?"
He noticed my bewildered expression and said follow me to the gents toilet and make sure no one sees you. I did as he said, I followed him and entered the gents toilet. After I entered he said, "Unwrap the gift and see whether you can handle it. There have been many women in the past who couldn't walk the next day and after hearing your husbands story you must be pretty tight."
He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me to my knees saying, "I want you be close when you unwrap the gift so you don't misjudge the size" I went down on my knees and undid the button of his jeans and gently slid the chain down. I put my hand in and pulled it out and my god, what a massive thing it was. I knew I never would be able to handle that, I was about to decline but then I realized that you would be there to take care of me after Samuel does his thing. It was the length of my forearm and the girth of my wrist but I agreed to it.
He was shocked by my agreement and said, "Most women would decline this offer but you are a brave woman, that's why as a gift I want you to taste it " With shock and awe I look up at him to which he said, "I know you are nervous but you have to take the leap if you want to feel like a real woman." I grabbed his gift that barely fit in both my hand. My lips close to the tip of the gift still confused whether I should move ahead or not.
Suddenly, I felt a push from the back of me head and the next thing I know is that his gift is half way inside my mouth. "See all you needed was a little push, now be a good girl and take it all in." His gift was difficult to swallow, I was choking and gagging over it, my velvet top had become wet and sticky because of all the drool running down my neck. But there was no escape now as his strong hand had grabbed my hair and held me in position. After multiple failed attempts Samuel decided to take matters in his own hands. He pulled his gift out, grabbed me firmly and then forced it down my throat. I had an instant gag reflex and let out a ton of drool that soaked velvet top completely.
Satisfied with my performance, Samul gave his approval by spraying his thick white juices all over my face, lips and my velvet top. "You better kiss your husband with those most lips once you get back, wait for further instruction", saying that he opened the door and left leaving me in the men's toilet all alone on my knees all wet and sticky as if to say I was of no more use for him today and if he needs me he will call.
All of a sudden I came to my sense and realized I had to get of here before anyone come. I splashed water to clean my face but there were no tissues. I wiped my face with my top and sneaked out of the men's toilet. As I was walking out the café I thought I'd ask some tissues from the lady at the counter. She handed me an entire bundle, gave me a wink and said, "Take this dear, after spending nearly 30 mins with him in the men's room you will need the entire packet to clean yourself up."
I'm so excited now and can't wait for his call. How does it feel knowing that I was with a complete stranger today? Sad? Excited? Jealous?
Oh darling, don’t pout now. You’re the one who suggested this in the first place, remember? You said you’d do anything to make me happy. And here I am, finally smiling.
It wasn’t just Samuel’s body. It was his energy. That raw, masculine aura that filled the room. I laughed at jokes that weren’t even that funny — not because I was nervous, but because it felt good to be… pursued.
With you, I’ve always had to pretend to be okay. Always holding back. Walking on eggshells around your guilt. But with him… I could finally be a woman again.
Do you know what Samuel said when I told him about you?
He chuckled and said, “So he just sits there and watches while you get taken care of? Sounds like he knows his place.”
I laughed. I shouldn’t have… but I did. And do you know what, baby?
It turned me on.
When I came home, you looked at me with those soft, pitiful eyes. Like you were scared I wouldn’t come back. I could smell your fear. That's why I kissed you first to calm you down. Also, I wanted you to get a fresh taste of him as well now that you know where my lips had been.
And I liked that too.
Don’t worry, he hasn't touched me in the way I touched him… yet. But the way he looked at me? Like I was dessert and dinner combined?
It’s only a matter of time.
And when that moment comes — when Samuel finally undresses me in front of you, when I let out those sounds you’ve never been able to make me scream — I’ll make sure you watch every second.
Because this isn’t just about s*x anymore.
This is about power. Mine. And your surrender.
Stay tuned to know what happens on in Chapter - 3
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