My Dear Wife Luci - Part 1 The Night That Changed Everything

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This series is about me and my wife exploring sex from our love life to today. How we ended up in extreme BDSM Sex? Read all parts.

I still remember the exact moment I first saw Luci like it was yesterday.
It was a rainy Thursday evening in early autumn. I was 24 back then, working late at a small architectural firm downtown, and I’d ducked into a cozy little wine bar called “The Lantern” just to escape the downpour and kill some time before heading home. The place was warm, dimly lit, with jazz playing softly in the background. I ordered a glass of Cabernet and took a seat at the far end of the bar.
That’s when she walked in.
Luci.
She was shaking raindrops from her long dark hair, laughing at something the doorman had said. She wore a cream-colored trench coat that was slightly damp, and when she slipped it off, I couldn’t look away. A simple black dress hugged her body in all the right places - not too tight, but enough to show she had curves that made my mouth go dry. She was 22 at the time, with smooth olive skin, striking green eyes, and a smile that felt like sunlight breaking through the clouds. There was something both soft and fiery about her. Innocent, yet dangerously alive.
She sat two stools away from me and ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. Our eyes met in the mirror behind the bar. She smiled first - a small, shy, curious smile - and I felt my chest tighten in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
“Rough night?” I asked, nodding toward the rain still hammering the windows.
She turned toward me, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “I actually love rainy nights. Makes everything feel… intimate.”
That was the first sentence she ever spoke to me. And just like that, I was hooked.
We talked for hours. Her name was Luciana, but she preferred Luci. She was studying psychology, loved old books, dark chocolate, and had a quiet but wicked sense of humor. She laughed easily at my stupid jokes, and when she listened, she really listened - those green eyes locked on mine like nothing else in the world existed.
By the time the bar was closing, neither of us wanted the night to end.
I took a deep breath and went for it.
“My apartment is only a ten-minute walk from here. I have a ridiculous collection of single malt whiskies and a fireplace that actually works. No pressure… but I’d really like to keep talking to you.”
Luci bit her lower lip gently, thinking. Then she looked up at me with those bright eyes and said softly, “I’d like that, Max.”
The walk to my place was quiet but charged. Rain pattered on our shared umbrella. Our shoulders kept brushing. Every time they did, electricity shot through me. When we finally stepped inside my apartment, I watched her take it in - the exposed brick walls, the large windows overlooking the city, the warm wooden floors. She smiled approvingly.
“It smells like you in here,” she said, almost whispering. “I like it.”
I poured us both a drink. We sat on the big leather couch in front of the fireplace. The conversation flowed even easier now that we were alone. She kicked off her heels and tucked her legs under her. At some point, her hand found its way onto my thigh. Mine found hers.
The tension had been building for hours, and when I finally leaned in and kissed her, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of red wine. She kissed me back slowly at first, then deeper, with growing hunger. A soft little moan escaped her when I slid my hand into her hair and gently gripped it. That sound went straight to my cock.
We made out like teenagers for a long time - slow, deep, exploratory kisses that grew more desperate. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts through her dress. She was breathing harder now, pressing herself against me.
“Max…” she whispered against my mouth, “I want you.”
Hearing those words from her sweet lips made something primal stir inside me.
I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it without hesitation. I led her to my bedroom, the only light coming from the city glow through the large windows and a single lamp on the nightstand. I turned to face her and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her body and pool at her feet.
She stood there in black lace lingerie that made my heart pound. Her breasts were full and perfect, nipples already hard against the delicate fabric. Her waist dipped in beautifully before flaring into wide, womanly hips. Her thighs were thick and soft in the most mouth-watering way.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Luci,” I breathed, meaning every word.
She blushed but didn’t look away. Instead, she stepped forward and started unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement. When she pushed it off my shoulders and ran her hands over my chest, she let out a shaky breath.
“I’ve been thinking about touching you since the moment I saw you at the bar,” she confessed quietly.
We kissed again as I unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled free and I cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples. She gasped into my mouth. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, sucking softly, then harder when she moaned and arched her back, pushing more of herself into me.
I laid her down on my bed with care, like she was something precious. I kissed every inch of her - her neck, her collarbones, the soft undersides of her breasts, down her stomach, until I reached the waistband of her panties. I looked up at her for permission. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy with lust.
“Please…” she whispered.
I peeled her panties down slowly, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy. She was already soaked. The scent of her arousal hit me and I groaned. I spread her thighs gently and licked her slowly from bottom to top, savoring her taste. Luci’s hands flew into my hair, gripping tightly as her hips jerked.
“Oh my God… Max…”
I took my time eating her out - long, slow licks mixed with gentle sucking on her swollen clit. I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them against that spot that made her thighs tremble. She came hard the first time, crying out my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers while I kept licking her through it.
When she came down, she pulled me up desperately and kissed me, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands fumbled with my belt, pushing my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang free - thick, hard, and already leaking for her.
Luci wrapped her small hand around me and stroked slowly, eyes wide with appreciation.
“You’re so big…” she murmured, almost shyly.
I positioned myself between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was whimpering and begging.
“Max… please fuck me. I need you inside me.”
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her tight, wet heat stretched around me. She was incredibly snug. We both moaned loudly when I bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her perfect pussy. For a moment we just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then I started moving.
Long, deep, sensual strokes. Romantic. Loving. I kissed her the entire time - her mouth, her neck, her breasts. Luci wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with every thrust. Her nails dug into my back as her moans grew louder and more desperate.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned against her ear. “So warm… so tight… God, Luci…”
She came a second time with my cock deep inside her, her walls pulsing and fluttering around me, milking me so perfectly I almost lost control. I held back, wanting to make this last.
I flipped us gently so she was on top. Luci braced her hands on my chest and started riding me, slow and sensual at first, then faster, chasing her pleasure. Her tits bounced beautifully with every movement. I gripped her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together, her wet pussy taking every inch of me, and her sweet, breathy moans filled the room. It was the most erotic, intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
When I felt her start to tighten again, I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close as I fucked her harder from below.
“Cum for me again, baby,” I whispered hotly against her lips. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
Luci shattered. She cried out, burying her face in my neck as her third orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around me and that was all I could take.
With a deep, guttural groan, I thrust up hard one last time and came deep inside her, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum. We held each other tightly through every pulse, every shudder, kissing messily as we rode the high together.
Afterward, we stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweaty and satisfied. I stroked her hair gently while she rested her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
Luci looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes, a soft, shy smile on her swollen lips.
“I think I’m in trouble, Max,” she whispered.
I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.
“So am I, Luci. So am I.”
That was the night I met my future wife. The night everything began.
Little did I know back then just how deep our desires would eventually run… and how beautifully, completely she would surrender to me.