The coffee shop smells like roasted beans and fresh pastries, the kind of place where people come to pretend they're productive while scrolling through their phones. I'm sitting in a corner booth, my fingers trembling slightly as I sip my latte, the foam clinging to my upper lip like a secret I can't quite wipe away. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, and my pussy is clenched tight, not from arousal but from pure, raw nervousness.

You, Mark, are at home right now, probably lounging on the couch with your cock half-hard from the morning tease I gave you before I left, completely unaware that this "quick coffee run" is my surprise for you, my first time stepping into your stag fantasy, fucking a stranger to bring back every filthy detail as a gift. I've never been with anyone but you, and the thought makes my stomach twist with guilt, reluctance pulling at me like a chain.

But I love you, and I know how much this turns you on, so here I am, dressed in that little black dress you love, the one that hugs my curves and rides up my thighs when I sit, no panties underneath because I wanted to feel vulnerable, exposed, ready... or at least try to convince myself I am.

I downloaded the app last week, swiping through profiles in secret while you were in the shower, my fingers hesitating over every "match." It felt wrong, dirty, but exciting in a way that made my clit throb just thinking about your reaction when I tell you. I picked him, Alex, because his profile was charming, not sleazy. Thirty, with dark hair, a gentle smile in his photos, and a bio that said he loved deep conversations and long walks.

Safe, I thought. Not some creep who'd make this harder than it already is. But now, as the door chimes and he walks in, spotting me with a wave, my reluctance surges like a wave. Oh God, what am I doing? My pussy is dry, my thighs pressed together under the table, and I have to force a smile as he approaches, his eyes lighting up like he's won the lottery.

"Hey, Emma? You look even better than your pictures," Alex says, his voice low and smooth, sliding into the booth across from me. He's taller than I expected, broad shoulders under a fitted shirt, and I can see the outline of his cock through his slacks already, thick, semi-hard, like he's been thinking about this too.

His hand brushes mine as he sets down his coffee, and I pull back slightly, my breath catching. "Sorry if I'm a bit nervous," he adds with a chuckle. "First dates from apps always are, right?"

I nod, laughing weakly, but inside I'm screaming. This isn't a date, it's a setup for your fantasy, Mark, but the guilt is eating me alive. I've only ever felt your cock inside me, your hands on my body, and the idea of letting him touch me makes my nipples harden against my will, traitorous little peaks pressing against the thin fabric of my dress.

We talk for a while, small stuff, work, hobbies, favorite movies and he's sweet, really sweet, making me laugh for real a couple times. His eyes keep drifting to my cleavage, though, and I feel a spark, a tiny flicker of heat between my legs. No, I tell myself, I'm reluctant, I can't do this. But then he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You have the most beautiful eyes. I could stare at them all day... or maybe kiss you instead?"

My face flushes, and I bite my lip, glancing around the shop. It's not crowded, but there are people: a couple at the counter, an old man reading the paper. "Here?" I whisper back, my voice shaky. Reluctance wars with the thrill; this is for you, Mark, but God, it's hard. Alex smiles, that gentle, romantic smile, and before I can stop him, he leans across the table, his lips brushing mine softly at first, then deeper, his tongue slipping in to taste me.

It's passionate, slow, like he's savoring every second, and I kiss him back despite myself, my pussy starting to ache, a reluctant wetness building as his hand finds my knee under the table. We pull apart, breathing heavy, and he murmurs, "Want to get out of here? There's a hotel just down the street. I know the manager; we can get a room quickly."

My mind races, guilt for you, fear of this first time, but also a shiver of pleasure at the thought of his cock, how it'll feel stretching me, how I'll describe it to you later. I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "Okay... but slow, please. This is... new for me."

He pays, his arm around my waist as we leave, guiding me down the sidewalk. The hotel is quaint, romantic even, with soft lighting in the lobby and a clerk who winks at him like this isn't his first time. My reluctance peaks as we ride the elevator up, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers grazing the edge of my bare pussy.

"You're so wet already," he whispers, surprised, and I am, despite everything, my body betraying me with slick heat, my clit throbbing for touch. The room is beautiful, a king bed with silk sheets, candles on the nightstand that he lights with a match, casting a warm glow. He turns to me, pulling me close, his lips on my neck, kissing slowly and passionately, his hands roaming my body like he's worshipping it.

"God, you're perfect," he groans, peeling off my dress, exposing my naked skin to the air. My nipples are rock-hard, begging for his mouth, and he obliges, sucking one gently, then harder, his tongue swirling in circles that send shivers down my spine.

I moan, reluctant but lost in the pleasure, my pussy dripping now, aching for more. His fingers find my slit, sliding in slowly, circling my clit with expert pressure, making me gasp. "Alex... oh fuck..." I whisper, thinking of you, Mark, how you'll love hearing how he made me come undone.

He lays me on the bed, stripping off his shirt to reveal a toned chest, then his slacks, his cock springing free, thick, veined, longer than yours, the head glistening with precum. I stare, reluctant fascination mixing with desire, my pussy clenching at the sight.

He climbs over me, kissing down my body, passionate and slow, his lips trailing fire across my stomach, then lower, to my thighs. "Let me taste you," he murmurs, and I nod, spreading my legs despite the guilt.

His tongue dives in, lapping at my wet folds, sucking my clit into his mouth with a hunger that's romantic, not rough, making love to my pussy with his mouth, his fingers curling inside me to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I arch, moaning louder, my hands in his hair, pleasure shivering through me like electricity. "Yes... right there..." I'm close, so close, my body betraying my reluctance completely, building to that edge where I'll shatter for a man who's not you.

But just as I'm about to come, he stops, lifting his head with a wicked, passionate smile. "Not yet, beautiful. I want to feel you around my cock first." He positions himself, the head of his thick cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, sliding up and down my slick pussy lips. The anticipation is torture, my body shivering with need, guilt fading into pure, filthy desire.

The hotel room glows with candlelight, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin as Alex hovers over me, his thick cock teasing the entrance of my dripping pussy. My heart’s still hammering with reluctance, a knot of guilt tightening in my chest as I think of you, Mark, at home, your cock probably rock-hard in your hand, oblivious to the stag surprise I’m crafting for you.

I’ve never let another man inside me, and even now, with my legs spread and my clit throbbing, I’m scared this will change us, scared I’ll love it too much, scared you’ll hear the tremor in my voice when I confess every filthy detail. But Alex’s eyes, dark and passionate, lock onto mine, and his lips brush my ear, whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emma.

I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His words send a shiver through me, my nipples tightening, my pussy clenching involuntarily around the tip of his cock. This is for you, Mark, my surprise, my first time, and as he starts to push in, slow and deep, I know the real passion is just beginning.

He pushes in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching my pussy in a way that makes me gasp, my breath catching as his thickness fills me. It’s different from you, not better, but new, foreign, a forbidden thrill that makes my body shudder with pleasure despite my reluctance. “Oh fuck... you’re so big,”

I moan, my voice breaking, half for him, half for you in my mind, imagining how you’ll react when I describe his cock splitting me open. He’s gentle but firm, his thrusts starting slow, romantic, each one deep and deliberate, his hands cupping my tits, thumbs circling my nipples until they’re aching points of fire. My pussy’s so wet now, slick sounds filling the room as he moves, the head of his cock brushing that spot inside me that makes my toes curl.

“God, you’re tight,” he groans, his voice thick with lust, leaning down to kiss me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine in a passionate, hungry rhythm. I kiss him back, my reluctance melting into a haze of need, my hips starting to rock against him, meeting his thrusts despite the guilt clawing at me.

This is for you, Mark, I tell myself, but fuck, it feels so good, his cock stretching me, his lips sucking at my neck, leaving soft marks I’ll show you later. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as he picks up the pace, his thrusts still loving but harder now, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my clit, my pussy pulsing around him.

“Tell me you want it,” Alex murmurs against my skin, his hand sliding down to rub my clit in slow, tight circles, making my body arch off the bed. I’m reluctant to say it, my mind screaming your name, but my pussy betrays me, clenching tighter as I whisper, “I want it... please, don’t stop.”

The words feel like a betrayal, but they’re also a gift, for you, for this fantasy you’ve whispered about in the dark. He groans, fucking me deeper, his cock hitting places that make me see stars, my moans growing louder, more desperate. I’m close, so fucking close, my body trembling with the need to come, but the guilt surges again, making me hesitate. What if this changes how you see me, Mark? What if I love this too much?

He senses my tension, slowing his thrusts, his hand cupping my face as he kisses me softly, passionately, like he’s making love to me, not just fucking. “You’re okay, Emma. Just let go,” he says, his voice so tender it breaks something in me. I nod, tears prickling my eyes, not from sadness but from the intensity, the mix of guilt and desire, the thought of you waiting to hear how another man made me come.

His fingers work my clit faster now, his cock sliding in and out with perfect rhythm, and I can’t hold back anymore. My pussy clenches hard, my orgasm building like a tidal wave, my moans turning into cries as I shatter around him, my body shaking, my clit pulsing under his touch, my pussy gushing with pleasure I’ve never felt with anyone but you.

“Fuck, yes, come for me,” Alex groans, his thrusts faltering as my pussy milks his cock, but he doesn’t come yet, pulling out slowly, his shaft glistening with my juices. I’m panting, my body shivering with aftershocks, guilt flooding back as I realize what I’ve done. But it’s not over.

He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so my ass is in the air, my pussy exposed and dripping. “I’m not done with you,” he says, his voice low and passionate, his hands spreading my cheeks as he teases my entrance again. My reluctance flares, what more can he do to me? But my body’s still buzzing, craving more, craving the story I’ll tell you, Mark, to make your cock explode when I get home.

He leans down, kissing the small of my back, his tongue tracing a line up my spine, making me shiver with pleasure that’s almost too much. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, and I feel his cock press against my pussy again, ready to take me deeper, to push me further into this fantasy I’m living for you.

My heart races, my body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, knowing I’m about to give you the most passionate, filthy surprise of your life. I’m on all fours, my ass in the air, my pussy still dripping from the orgasm that just tore through me. Alex’s hands grip my hips, his thick cock teasing my entrance again, slick with my juices, and my body shivers with a mix of pleasure and dread.

My heart’s pounding, reluctance surging back like a cold wave as I think of you, Mark, at home, your cock probably throbbing in your hand, completely unaware of the stag surprise I’ve orchestrated. I’ve never fucked another man, and even now, with my pussy aching for more, guilt claws at me, guilt for betraying you, for loving how his cock feels, for how much I want to tell you every filthy detail to make you come harder than ever.

This is for you, I whisper to myself, but fuck, it’s for me too, and that thought terrifies me. Alex kisses the curve of my ass, his lips soft and passionate, trailing up my spine in a way that makes my nipples harden again, my clit pulsing despite my reluctance.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, and I feel the head of his cock nudge my pussy lips, parting them slowly. I moan, low and shaky, my body betraying me as I push back slightly, wanting him deeper even as my mind screams your name.

He slides in, inch by agonizing inch, his cock stretching my pussy wider than yours ever has, filling me so completely I can’t think straight. The pleasure is electric, shivering through me like a live wire, and I cry out, “Oh God, Alex… fuck…” My voice cracks, half-lost in the moment, half-imagining you hearing this later, your cock exploding as I describe how he claimed me.

His thrusts are slow at first, romantic, each one deep and deliberate, his hands caressing my sides, thumbs brushing my ribs like he’s savoring every inch of me. “You feel so good, Emma,” he groans, leaning over to kiss my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.

My pussy clenches around him, wet and tight, every stroke sending sparks to my clit, making my body tremble with need. I’m reluctant, still, the guilt a constant hum in my chest, but the passion is overwhelming, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my toes curl, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in gentle circles that match his thrusts.

I’m moaning louder now, my reluctance drowning in pleasure, my body arching to meet him, my tits bouncing with every push. “Yes… right there…” I gasp, thinking of you, Mark, how you’ll love hearing how I came undone for another man.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts harder but still loving, his cock slamming into my pussy with a rhythm that’s both tender and relentless. The room fills with the wet, filthy sounds of our bodies, my pussy slurping around his cock, my moans mixing with his low groans.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he warns, his voice strained, and I feel his cock twitch inside me, thick and pulsing. My reluctance fades into a desperate need to feel him lose control, to give you the ultimate story. “Do it… come for me,” I whisper, my voice raw, and he groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts deeper, faster, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits.

But then, the twist, he pulls out suddenly, making me whimper at the loss, and flips me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. “I want to see your face when you come again,” he says, his eyes burning with passion, and he slides his cock back into my pussy, slow and deep, his thumb working my clit in tight, relentless circles.

The intimacy is too much, his gaze locked on mine, his lips brushing my forehead, my nose, my mouth, kissing me like he’s in love with me. My heart lurches, guilt flooding back, but my pussy betrays me, clenching around his cock as another orgasm builds, stronger than the first. “Alex… oh fuck, I’m gonna…” I cry, my body shaking, my clit throbbing under his touch, my pussy gushing as I come hard, screaming his name, my nails raking his back, pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.

He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside my pussy, his groans muffled against my neck as he comes, filling the condom but thrusting so deep I swear I feel every twitch. We collapse together, panting, his body heavy on mine, his lips still kissing my skin softly, romantically, like he’s not ready to let go. I’m trembling, my pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, guilt crashing over me like a tidal wave.

What have I done? I fucked another man, loved every second, and now I have to face you, Mark, with this story, this surprise you didn’t know was coming.

We dress in silence, my dress sticking to my sweaty skin, my pussy sore but satisfied, the guilt mixing with a strange pride. Alex kisses me one last time, soft and lingering, slipping his number into my hand.

“Call me if you ever want this again,” he says, and I nod, knowing I won’t, knowing this was for you. I leave the hotel, my legs shaky, my heart racing as I drive home, rehearsing every detail in my mind, the way his cock stretched my pussy, the way I came twice, the way his kisses felt like love.

I walk through our door, finding you on the couch, your cock already hard in your pants, a knowing look in your eyes like you sensed something.

“Mark,” I say, my voice trembling with nerves and excitement, sitting beside you, my hand on your thigh. “I have a surprise for you.” I lean in, whispering every filthy detail, his thick cock, my wet pussy, the way I moaned his name, watching your eyes darken, your cock straining harder.

I slide my hand into your pants, stroking you as I recount the passionate sex, my pussy tingling again as I describe how he fucked me for you. Your groans tell me this was worth it, and as I climb onto your lap, ready to let you reclaim me, I know this surprise has only deepened our fire.