One of my most memorable experiences was going on my first "solo" date while being married. Even thought we had been in the swinging lifestyle for many years, enjoyed threesomes, clubs and parties I was initially extremely opposed to the concept when my husband brought it up to me one night. He thought it would make things easier and we could enjoy even more fun since our schedules were complex and it was becoming more and more difficult to meet others on a regular basis. However, I must admit the idea peaked my interest and my head was spinning with the possibilities and the new dynamic that I would be experiencing. In addition, the conversations and role play with my husband over solo dating was thrilling. The one night he asked my to tell him 3 potential suitors I would consider as my first solo date. I didn't answer him, but that question and the thought of "who" ran wild in my head. Just so happened I was working out at my gym and a much younger, extremely handsome, athletic, killer body mature and articulate stud that I would occasionally chat and workout with immediately went to top of the potential first date list of men. I was very curious about younger men at that time but was worries we would have no connection and nothing to talk about. I was 39 at this time and he was 23 but we actually had a lot in common and often discussed the local club, music and food scene. I immediately texted my husband and told him I think I found a guy I would considering going out with. My phone immediately rang and was one of the hottest conversations we ever experienced. I just didn't know how to approach him, but my husband helped with that as well by creating an innocent story and scenario in which we could end up going out together. So the next day at gym, I explained to this younger stud that I was going to go to this new hot club to check it out for a potential fundraiser event location, but my husband had an unexpected trip come up and I didn't want to go to club alone and get hit on...My husband was right, and my younger man that I had my sights on immediately offered to go with me so I could check it out and not be bothered. The game was on!
The night we planned was 2 nights away and I was so nervous and so excited. Making sure that I had my nails and lashes done, making sure I would look my best and going through my closet non-stop pulling outfits to potentially wear. I was so excited and so nervous at same time. First time I had butterflies and was hoping I would know how to act since it was forever since I was on an actual date. Not to mention, the sex and blow jobs I gave my husband were all adding to the excitement. Took our dirty talk to an entirely new level.
So the night came and I could not decide what to wear. My husband walked in with his arms full of boxes and laid them down on the bed. He always knew how to dress me for fun so I was excited what he picked for his Hotwire going on her first solo date. He nailed it again of course, going with a very very sexy form fitting high hem and low cut back black body con dress with black opaque tights and black thigh high Louboutin boots. Of course, no bra and suggested no panties just my tights. After modeling this hot outfit for him I asked him if he was still ok with me doing out. He just gave me a huge smile and nod. I asked if there were any rules or things he didn't want me to do....Only rules was I had to always wear my wedding rings and have as much fun as I was comfortable with.
So I kissed my husband goodbye and left to meet my date. I decided to meet at a central location and he would drive us to the club. I parked next to his car and he opened my car door. I then realized just how high of a hem was dress was and my entire leg was showing off my black tights and boots. He helped me out of the car and opened the door to his car like a gentleman. I will never forget the look he gave me and how his eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw my outfit. He looked amazing to and was an extremely fashionable dresser considering I only ever saw him in his gym workout outfits. My husband was tracking me on my phone and knew we were now heading to the club. He texted me asking if he liked the outfit he picked and I responded with a "Hell, yes" lol....Asked me if I was still ok and make sure I had fun and keep him updated.
The club was very very crowded. I did pretend to check the club out and speak to some of the management staff about the fundraiser, but mainly I was curious to see where this night would lead. I didn't get all dressed up for nothing
So the club was very crowded so it made for us to need to be extremely close just to talk all night. We ended up sitting very close all night when sitting, standing close, sharing cocktails at times and dancing close. The conversation flowed and we had many laughs and did a lot of people watching which I love. I was getting a little tipsy which makes me an ever bigger flirt, he was full of compliments about me, my outfit and just my vibe. We really were fitting it off. I did notice the many looks of the jealous women and the men that figured I would get the fuck of my life staring at us. I think my date picked up on it too. He did comment about my husband allowing me to go out dressed the way I was without him and even me going to the gym by myself. I told him my husband was a very secure guy and loved having me as his sexy little wife and that he would want me to just have a good time. I didn't want to overwhelm him telling him about our lifestyle and arrangement but I think he picked up on the signs and he was very comfortable with me. So the cat and mouse game continued...more flirting, comments more risqué, dancing closer, sitting even closer and then he finally got the courage to make his "move".
We were sitting extremely close and as mentioned my dress was very short and would ride his up my thighs when sitting. He put his strong hand on my upper thigh and slowly and deliberately ran it even higher up my stocking covered leg. I was immediately soaked and was wondering if he could feel the heat from my pussy since he was that high up my leg. I adjusted and enjoyed his touch, but then grabbed his hand and went to the dance floor. That dance still today was one of my most dirty and wicked dirty dances of all time. I figured he was into me, but confirmed it while grinding up against him and my hand slipping down from time to time. He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and didn't allow him to. Thought I just killed hs puppy the way he looked and was very dejected. I told him let's go and I'm sure he was nervous and upset. The time that it took for the valet to get his car was forever and you could tell he was very uncomfortable and thought he crossed the line. We got into the car without saying a word. At the first red light I leaned over grabbed his chin pulled his lips towards me and kissed him deeply. He was in shock. I told him that we need to be careful in public since I'm married and very careful & discreet. I asked him if he had any champagne at his place and then started undoing his belt and pants telling him I was dying all night to suck his cock.
It turns out that was his first roadhead experience so glad we didn't crash. But I was able to position myself over his lap and cock and went to town. After initially having his one hand on my head, he moved it between my legs and started rubbing my clit and pussy through my tights. I was soaked and he knew it making a comment, that just made me suck his cock more and more intensely. He came in my mouth about the time he was pulling into his driveway. I was so turned on at that point and his touch felt amazing I also came from his intesne rubbing.
We barely made it through the door passionately kissing and hands all over each other. After pinning me up against the wall which I love and the intensity building he pushes me down on the back side of his sofa, pulled down my tights and started to lick and finger my pussy. I was in heaven and he was amazing picking up on my moans and whimpers knowing what I enjoy. I was enjoying myself, but needed something in my mouth. We ended up in 69 for a very short period of time him pushing me off his telling me I was about to make him cum in my mouth again and he needed to fuck me.
We fucked many times in many positions multiple times and used a lot of pieces of furniture. There was zero love making, all very high energy, long lasting and intense fucking. He used me and I used him. I lost count of the numbers of orgasms I had and I was truly a hot mess covered with his cum in me and on me.
We barely slept and the morning light was coming through the window. That is when I came to the realization my husband was waiting at home for me and we didn't text for hours. Two things I learned from this first solo date. One, always pack an overnight bag. The walk in that dress and those boots drew a lot of attention going to his car and then getting into mine. Defiantly a walk of shame moment. Secondly, it was so long since I dated like this I didn't even think about bringing protection. It was an awkward conversation a few weeks later when we went out again and told him he needed to pull out since I was ovulating and not on birth control. He was shocked how many times I let him cum in me up to that point and figured I was on birth control. Glad my cycle is always consistent.
I was so nervous driving home. I didn't even want to call my husband figuring he would be pissed. I was trying to figure out how I would calm him down and not make him more made since I was a complete slut. However, my husband told me I looked amazing hair messy, dress wrinkled, tights in purse, exhausted and used. Asked me if I had fun and I nodded. He told me good and that his hot wife was going to tell him every little detail while he fucked me silly.
Very fond memories of this amazing time and my husband was right again....I was now hooked on dating others solo. H