Previous Part: My Life Journey – Part 4 (New Beginning)
Hello, I’m Rhea, and I want to share the true story of my life—my journey through pain, pleasure, and struggle. Read to understand the reality behind who I am today and the transformation I’ve gone through.
You know, after initial foreplay, Eric wanted to shave Rhea’s hairy pussy before he proceeded further.
Let’s begin. He nodded, his hand still resting gently on my hip. “It’s not about me not wanting you as you are. I think it might make things easier for both of us.”
As I lay there, my thoughts raced, tangled between desire and hesitation. The idea of shaving had lingered in my mind longer than I cared to admit. Finally, I broke the silence. “Eric, I’ve thought about it. I do want to shave and clean it,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“But what if my husband finds out? What if he asks why I did it and who it was for? It would be difficult for me to explain.”
Eric’s expression softened as he listened, his hand tracing slow, comforting circles on my thigh. “Rhea,” he said gently, “this is about what makes you feel good, not anyone else. If it’s what you want, do it for yourself—not for me, him, or anyone else.”
Eric’s hands continued to explore, his fingers finding their way back to the sensitive areas he had just begun to discover. The hesitation was gone now, replaced with a renewed focus on my pleasure. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes. I relaxed completely, surrendering to him.
“Next time,” I promised, meeting his gaze. “Next time we meet, it will be clean.” He smiled, brushing a stray curl of hair from my face. “Hmmm. For now, is it okay if I clean you with water? Just to make things easier?” His question hung in the air, but I wasn’t in the mood for more discussion.
The fire inside me burned too hot, too bright. My body craved him, and my thoughts, though loud moments before, were now a distant hum. Without answering, I reached for him, threading my fingers through his hair, and pushed his head over my pussy.
“Rhea,” he started, but I didn’t let him finish. My hands held him firmly in place, pressing his lips against my pussy. A shiver ran through me as I felt the warmth of his breath and the soft pressure of his lips. My hips moved instinctively, seeking more contact.
He tried to pull back slightly, but I held him there, my body speaking louder than words. His lips parted against me, and in that instant, I released my hold, allowing him to move freely. The hesitation in his eyes melted away, replaced by a spark of understanding and something deeper.
He smiled, the tension between us shifting into something electric. I held his head in position for some time and then released him. Now, he leaned in, pressing deliberate kisses along my folds. His movements were unhurried yet purposeful.
The contrast of his soft lips against my sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. When his tongue flicked out, testing and exploring, my body arched involuntarily, a quiet gasp escaping my lips. Eric seemed to take my reaction as encouragement.
His tongue moved inside my pussy in slow, deliberate strokes, circling and teasing. He was alternating between gentle pressure and firmer movements. He paid attention to every detail, learning my body as though it were a map he was desperate to memorize.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as I writhed beneath him, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. He brought his finger over my clitoris and was massaging it. He was sometimes licking and biting at the same time.
The sensations built steadily, his rhythm precise and unrelenting. Each flick of his tongue and press of his lips brought me closer to the edge. My breathing grew ragged. My fingers gripped the sheets as I lost myself in the pleasure he gave me.
Eric’s focus never wavered. His movements were perfectly attuned to my reactions. My body tensed, the heat pooling low in my belly as I felt myself teetering on the brink. “Eric,” I gasped, my voice shaky, and he looked up briefly, his eyes dark with desire.
Without breaking contact, he adjusted his movements, his tongue finding the perfect rhythm that sent me spiralling into bliss. I held his head and pressed over my pussy, and released. He cleaned my pussy, and I let his head go. Eric stood and removed his shorts, his confidence evident in his movements.
His pants fell to the floor. I noticed how different his cock was—larger, thicker, smoother, and completely bare, like a child with no trace of hair. His skin was warm, a web of veins coursing beneath and a faint sheen at the tip. My husband’s cock, was the size of a middle finger and the thickness of a Thumb.
If my hubby’s cock was an anthill, Eric’s was the Himalayas. I thought my husband made me cry in pain than what he might do. My breath caught in my throat, both in curiosity and hesitation. I was still catching my breath from before as Eric stepped closer.
He seemed to sense my nervousness and crouched beside me, his hand brushing my cheek soothingly. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice low and full of sincerity. He brought his cock near my lips and patted it over my lips. It was already leaking white, watery liquid.
And he was moving to and froth over my lips and made my lips wet with liquid.
I swallowed hard, my lips tingling from where his warmth had lingered. I knew what he was asking. But I wasn’t sure how to respond. I sat and bent my lips inward inside my mouth and licked the wetness.
The taste was good. I have seen porn. I wanted to try, but I was nervous. “Eric, I’ve never… I mean, I’ve seen it in movies, but I’ve never done it before,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing as I avoided his gaze. He smiled gently, his thumb tracing my jawline.
“That’s okay”, “There’s no right or wrong way, and I’ll guide you if you’re willing to try.” His patience and understanding eased some of my nerves, though the thought still intimidated me. “I’m just not sure I’ll be good at it,” I confessed, biting my lip.
Still, there was the lingering taste of his juice. Eric chuckled softly, the sound warm and unassuming. “There’s no ‘good’ or ‘bad’ here, Rhea. I’m not expecting perfection—just you, being you.” His words settled over me, and I found myself nodding slowly.
“Okay,” I said softly, “But go slow with me.”
“Always,” he promised, his hand slipping from my cheek as he stood again.
I slid off the bed, the cool floor grounding me as I knelt before him. The vulnerability of the position wasn’t lost on me. But neither was the quiet intimacy of the moment.
My hands trembled as I reached out, my fingers grazing against the smooth, warm skin of his cock. My two fingers were unable to accommodate the thickness. It was holding only half. I gently moved my fingers over his cock. He exhaled quietly, his hand brushing lightly over my hair in encouragement.
I looked up at him, searching his expression for reassurance. His eyes were soft, filled with an unspoken patience that put me at ease. He said, “Touch it with your lip, suck it, take it between your breasts, play with me, Have fun.”
Slowly, I leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to his cock tip.
The taste was unfamiliar, salty yet clean, and surprisingly not unpleasant. I paused, pulling back slightly, my lips brushing together as I considered my next move. “You’re doing perfect,” Eric murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a ripple of warmth through me.
Encouraged by his words, I grew bolder, letting my lips part slightly. I explored further. My movements were hesitant and unsure. But Eric’s quiet groans and gentle touches kept me grounded. His fingers never pushed, only guided, and I appreciated how he let me set the pace.
“Take your time,” he said softly, his hand cradling the back of my head in a way that felt more supportive than controlling. The intimacy of the moment surprised me. Eric’s voice was soft and encouraging as he guided me gently, his words steady and patient.
“Start slow,” he murmured, brushing lightly through my hair. “Just kiss, from the top to the base. Take your time.” I nodded, my heartbeat quickening as I leaned in. My lips met his cock in a tentative kiss at the tip, the warmth of his cock both foreign and intriguing.
His soft groan of approval gave me the confidence to continue. I let my lips trail downward, leaving a path of gentle kisses along his length. I slid my lips out to make my lips wet and kissed his whole shaft. When I reached the base, I pressed a kiss against his skin, the faint scent and heat of him filling my senses.
“Good,” Eric whispered, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doing so well.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. “What now?” I asked softly, glancing up at him. He smiled down at me, his expression tender. “Use your tongue,” he suggested. “Start at the base and move upward.”
I followed his guidance, letting my tongue flick out hesitantly at first. The sensation was different, intimate in a way that felt both vulnerable and exhilarating. Slowly, I dragged my tongue along his length, moving from the base to the tip in one slow, deliberate motion.
He exhaled deeply, his hand resting lightly against my head, a subtle encouragement without any pressure. When I reached the tip, I paused, circling my tongue around it experimentally. Eric’s quiet groan spurred me on, so I repeated the motion, growing more confident with each pass.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. I let my lips travel back down, this time venturing further. When I reached the base, I shifted my attention lower, a kiss against his hardened ball skin. I let my tongue explore there as well.
The texture was curvy skin fold yet firm. His reaction—a low, rumbling sound in his chest—made me feel bold. I took one of the balls into my mouth gently, testing my boundaries as I cradled it with my tongue. Eric’s fingers threaded through my hair, his touch steady and grounding.
“That’s amazing, Rhea,” he said, his tone full of warmth. I felt his encouragement like a spark. I moved my hand to the base of his length, wrapping my fingers around him carefully. My two fingers could not encircle his thickness. It was much thicker.
Though, I began to stroke, slow and steady, while my mouth lingered over his ball. My movements were initially uncertain, but his quiet reassurances kept me anchored. After a moment, he guided me back upward, his hand on my head, light and unobtrusive.
I paused at the tip, letting my lips graze it softly. The moment felt charged, and I hesitated. Eric seemed to sense my nervousness. “Only if you want to,” he said, his tone gentle, without a hint of pressure. I nodded, taking a breath. Eric’s hand moved to my head, and he pulled my hair.
He guided his cock closer to my lips. I leaned forward, letting my lips brush against his hard cock tip softly. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of myself. I could feel the warmth radiating from his cock. His confidence blended seamlessly with his tenderness.
I took just the tip into my mouth, the sensation unfamiliar. I felt his cock felt pulsating. Eric’s fingers tightened slightly in my hair, and he let out a low groan. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice full of admiration.
I had never imagined myself in a situation like this. Baring my body and soul, naked in front of someone I’d met only a day ago. The thought was surreal, yet I was caught in a thrilling and deeply intimate moment. One part of me still wondered how I had agreed, but another part knew.
There was something about Eric. It felt natural, as if Eric had a way of drawing out a side of me. I never knew it existed. He was taking control over me. Feeling the cool against my knee and his cock warmth in my mouth, my mind raced. I had never done anything like this before.
Yet I found myself drawn into the moment, moving with an ease that even surprised me. Eric’s presence made it easy. The way he watched me with admiration and care erased my doubts.
There’s a saying I once heard. When a woman truly connects with someone, she will give herself completely. She will not just open her pussy but give her ass as well. At this moment, I understood it more than ever. It wasn’t about submission or surrender but trust and the exhilarating freedom of letting go.
“You’re incredible, Rhea. Just take your time, and we’ll go at your pace,” he said. His words were like an anchor in the swirling sea of my emotions. Encouraged, I began to explore, my sucking of his cock tip growing bolder. I worked my way downward to his cock.
The sensation was new. I let my tongue flick out tentatively. I found myself adjusting to the intimacy of it all. I licked his cock tip from side to side and encircled his cock tip with my tongue. My lips parted to take him in.
His cock size was overwhelming. His sheer presence filled not just my senses but the entire moment. My mouth opening was unable to accommodate his cock thickness. My lips stretched around his shaft, the girth pressing gently yet insistently against my lip.
Eric’s quiet groans spurred me on. Before I knew it, I took him in as much as possible, around one-third of his length. It felt like reaching my throat. The stretch of my lips around his girth and tip hitting my throat made me feel challenged and excited.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like that.”
His encouragement fueled me, and I tried to give him more. He held my head, and let him guide me. He slowly pushed forward, his cock touching my throat. The sensation was overwhelming but not unpleasant.
I found myself relaxing into the rhythm he set. I could feel the heat of him. The subtle throb beneath my lips when he pulled out his cock and gave me a deep throat. I marvelled at the intimacy of the connection we were building.
Eric’s movements remained slow and controlled, his hand in my hair steadying me as I adjusted to the new sensations. Occasionally, he would pause, pulling back slightly to give me a moment to breathe. His eyes met mine with a softness that reassured me.
“You’re incredible, Rhea,” he whispered. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire and admiration. “Just go as far as you’re comfortable.” His words made me feel safe. I nodded, letting him know I wanted to continue.
After around 5 minutes, I held his hip for support and sucked my cheek onto his cock length. My lips and tongue worked together. The sensation was unique, intimate, and undeniably exciting. Whenever he was pushing his cock in and out, my cheek was feeling the separation between his cock tip and the shaft.
As the minutes passed, I felt myself growing more confident. My initial hesitation faded into a sense of connection and trust. Eric’s quiet groans and murmured praises told me I was doing something right. his hand in my hair remained a constant, comforting presence.
After some time, my mouth was full of slippery, watery liquid. I could see it over his shaft as well. My lips were wet and slippery already and sticking over his cock shaft. His patience made all the difference. I relaxed, allowing the rhythm to unfold naturally.
Slowly, I took more of him, my lips gliding along his wet cock. I grew accustomed to the sensations. Whenever I paused, he would whisper, his words full of encouragement. “You’re doing so well, Rhea,” he said, his tone gentle yet electrifying.
At one point, I felt the pressure intensify, his body instinctively seeking to go deeper. My throat constricted slightly, and I pulled back, coughing softly. Eric immediately stopped, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, smiling up at him. I adjusted my position slightly. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice steady despite the momentary overwhelm. “I want to keep going.”
Eric smiled warmly. After that, his movements grew a little more deliberate. His hips rocked gently.
He let me take cock in deeper throat, taking nearly half of his cock. The sensation of him filling my mouth was intense. But I welcomed it, feeling a new kind of closeness that I had never experienced before. I adjusted to him. My hands moved to explore his length, adding another layer to our connection.
My fingers traced the contours of his skin, feeling the warmth and firmness beneath. The slippery sensation that built between us added a new element of intensity. Each movement amplifies the connection we share. When he pushed further, the heat between us reached its peak.
He suddenly pushed my head over his shaft, and it reached my throat, and he was not moving. He finally reached his peak, stretching his leg and contracting his hip. I could not take more, and a tear came from my eyes. I was unable to breathe. I felt a hot lava coming out and hitting my throat.
It flooded my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming but not unpleasant. His body tensed. I could feel the culmination of his pleasure as he released, his breaths heavy and uneven. After Eric cum, he pulled out his slippery dick back slightly, watching me with a mix of awe and tenderness.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. Eric’s hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. “That was amazing.” I saw his cock was full of slippery creamy liquid, falling to the ground.
I smiled back at him, feeling a mix of vulnerability, excitement, and a deep sense of trust. I nearly drank half of his cum, but the taste was not good. The remaining some fell over my boobs, and I spit all on the floor. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. “For being so patient with me.”
I nodded, wiping my lips full of his cum with the back of my hand. I smiled at him. “I didn’t think I could do that,” I admitted, my voice laced with surprise and satisfaction.
“You were amazing,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a warm embrace. “Thank you for trusting me.”
We sat together in the quiet aftermath, the moment’s intimacy lingering between us.
At that moment, I felt more connected to him than anyone. The intimacy of our encounter deepened the bond we shared. I looked at myself in the dressing mirror. I noticed how dishevelled I was—my hair a tangled mess, my skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, and a flush spreading across my chest.
Yet, instead of feeling self-conscious, I felt alive. For the first time in so long, I was lost in the moment, letting go of everything else. Eric had a way of drawing me in, of making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. Without thinking, I reached out and hugged him tightly, burying my face in his chest.
Memories of my honeymoon night flashed through my mind. I felt a bittersweet nostalgia. But unlike then, this was different—deeper, more connected. Eric’s arms came around me instantly, pulling me close as he kissed my forehead.
When I looked up at him, I noticed his earlier hardness had softened. But the intensity in his eyes hadn’t diminished. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow and deliberate smooch. I could feel him stirring again. His growing arousal pressed gently against my abdomen.
He trailed his lips to my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving down to my neck. A shiver ran through me as his kisses grew more deliberate, his hands tracing the contours of my body. When his mouth found my boobs, his lips closed around my nipple, and I let out a soft gasp.
The sensation was electric, sending waves of heat through me. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never seen anyone with such perfect curves and these beautiful, sensitive brown nipples.”
His words made me blush deeply. I couldn’t stop the shy smile on my face. “Stop,” I said softly, covering my face. “You’re embarrassing me.” Eric chuckled, his warm breath brushing over my skin. “It’s the truth,” he said, pulling my hands away gently. “You’re stunning, Rhea. Every inch of you.”
I hesitated before responding, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve also never seen anyone like you,” I admitted, glancing down at his body. “My husband was… well, nearly half of you.”
Eric raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing smile. “What about boyfriends?” I shook my head. “There was one guy who liked me, but I never had a relationship with him. My husband was the only one—until now.”
His smile softened, and he cupped my cheek tenderly. “I feel so lucky to be with you,” he said, his eyes searching mine. I felt a lump in my throat at his words, knowing deep down that I was the lucky one. “No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m the lucky one.”
Eric leaned in, kissing me again, this time with more intensity. “Relax,” he said softly, his fingers brushing my hair. “I want to show you something.”
“What?” I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.
“Heaven,” he said with a playful grin.
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my cheeks flushing. “I’ve already seen it twice today,” I teased, unable to meet his gaze. What will be his next move? Where is heaven, on the earth or in the husband’s arm or someone else arm?
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