Confessions of a Sexwife

I was curled up in a plush armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window of the "Aquamarine" suite. Beyond the glass, the night sea was a black void, and in my hand, a cold bottle of expensive champagne was nearly empty. My slinky black dress was hiked up to my waist, fishnet stockings stretched tight over my thighs, and my expensive lace panties were soaked through. I looked straight into my phone's camera and flashed that smile—the one that always made the hearts and drooling emojis flood the chat.

"Hey, my favorite perverts… I'm in Sevastopol tonight, alone in this gorgeous room, and I'm feeling brutally honest. My name is Lesya. I'm thirty-two. I'm a nympho, a strict Mistress to my cuckold husband Zhenya, and his beloved sexwife. I'm also the personal, elite escort for a businesswoman named Lara from Yalta. And yeah… I cum live on these streams. Watch."

I took a long swig, set the bottle between my thighs, and slowly ran the neck along my slick, swollen lips. The chat exploded.

"Fuck, Lesya, you're extra filthy tonight…" I read one comment aloud and let out a low, throaty laugh.

The champagne had already gone to my head. I sank deeper into the chair, spread my legs wider, and began to slowly fuck myself with the bottle, never breaking eye contact with the camera. My voice dropped, my breath came in ragged gasps.

"Want the first story? My very first orgasm… I was nineteen. I was on a packed city bus during rush hour. Some guy pressed up right behind me. At first, I just felt the pressure. Then his hand slid slowly onto my ass… I froze. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. He started kneading me through my thin skirt, harder, bolder. His fingers slipped under the fabric, found my wet slit… I stood there, gripping the overhead rail, trying not to moan. When he shoved two fingers inside me and started pumping fast, I came so hard my knees buckled. It was… unbearably intense. I almost collapsed.

I sped up the bottle, the neck now sliding in and out with a wet, squelching sound. My chest heaved.

"After that, I rode that same bus, same time, for seven days straight… I wanted to be groped again. And I was. Every time different. Every time I came standing up, biting my lip to keep from screaming. That's when I realized what a whore I really am. And how much I loved it…"

The chat was on fire. My husband Zhenya typed: "Lesya, I've already cum twice…"

I smiled, pulled the bottle out, licked it clean, and set it on the table. Then I grabbed a fresh one, popped the cork, and took a few gulps straight from the neck. Drops ran down my chin.

"Want more?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Then listen. My first time with a woman… It was Lara. She invited me into her office after a business dinner. Closed the door, looked at me in a way that made my insides clench, and said: 'Strip. Slowly.' I stood there naked while she just sat in her chair and watched. Then she got up, pushed me onto her desk, and started eating my pussy so skillfully that I came within a minute. Then she made me eat her… I'll never forget the taste, or how she moaned when I buried my tongue in her asshole."

I grabbed the bottle again and slammed it into myself, all the way to the neck. A loud moan tore from my throat, almost a scream.

"Now for the dirtiest part… My first golden shower. I was twenty-four. I was on my knees in a hotel room for some rich client. He said: 'Open your mouth, slut.' I did. The hot stream hit my tongue… At first I almost choked, but then… God, what a strange, forbidden pleasure it was. I swallowed and came without a single touch to my pussy."

I was fucking myself faster now, my free hand frantically rubbing my swollen clit. My voice trembled.

"And there was this karaoke bar… Four guys. They took turns fucking my mouth right in the booth while I knelt under the table. I was gagging on my own spit, they held my hair and rammed their cocks down my throat. I came three times, just from being used like a cum dumpster…"

That's when the orgasm hit me like a wave. I arched in the chair, letting out a guttural moan, the bottle slipping from my grip and thudding onto the carpet. My body convulsed, clear fluid spraying from my cunt. I screamed, completely unhinged, right into the camera.

When I finally caught my breath, I looked at the chat and laughed softly. It was a light, almost girlish laugh.

"Well… there I go, making a mess of the whole suite again," I said, wiping my wet fingers on my thigh. "Zhenya, honey, you still alive out there? And you, my darlings… do you want to hear the most unexpected story? The one I've never told anyone?"

I winked at the camera, took a sip of champagne, and continued in a completely different, playful tone:

"Then pour yourself another drink and listen closely…"