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by Matureplayful » Fri Feb 21, 2025 10:46 am
Nikki’s out getting her nails done so I thought I would put out an update. So last night was one of those nights that started out routine but ended up sparking something wild in Nikki and me. It was Ladies’ Night at our usual spot, and we were just soaking in the vibe—music, drinks, and good company. Then, out of the blue, we ran into Luke again. You know how some people just have that energy? Luke’s one of them. He and Nikki hit the dance floor for quite a few songs, and I’ll admit, watching them move together was a hell of a sight. There’s something about seeing her let loose like that that gets me every time.
The three of us ended up chatting for a bit, catching up and laughing over small talk. Around 11, Luke threw out an invite—did we want to join him for a late-night Denny’s run? Why not, right? So we piled into the car, left the buzz of the club behind, and rolled into the fluorescent glow of Denny’s. There’s something oddly comforting about those booths and bottomless coffee cups, especially when the night’s already taken an interesting turn.
As we waited for our food—pancakes for me, Nikki’s usual omelette, and Luke with his Grand Slam—we started talking about life. You know, the usual: where we’ve been, what we’ve done. But then the conversation veered into spicier territory—sex. Luke dropped a bombshell that totally shifted the vibe. Turns out he’s part of a small, exclusive group of swingers. They meet up every month or so, but it’s invitation-only, and you’ve got to get tested through this site called “I Know My Status.com” to join. He was so casual about it, like he was telling us about a book club or something.
Then he got into the real juicy stuff. Up until recently, he was involved with a hotwife. He said he played with her exclusively for almost two years—her husband was totally in the loop, of course—until the guy’s job moved them to Portland. Luke painted this picture of hanging out with them like it was the most natural thing in the world. He’d get invited to their outings, dinners, whatever, and then once or twice a week, he and the wife would have what she called her “play time.” Two years of that! I couldn’t help but lean in, picturing it all. Nikki was hooked too—you could see it in her eyes, that mix of curiosity and something else. We kept talking, digging into the details, and before we left, Nikki grabbed his number—smart move, I thought.
The ride home was electric. You could feel the arousal hanging between us, thick as the night air. We barely said it out loud, but the idea of Nikki stepping into that hotwife role for real—it hit us both like a freight train. A real turn-on, no question. As I drove, I couldn’t resist. Glancing over at Nikki in the passenger seat, I asked, “So, would you really fuck Luke?” She turned to me with this defiant little smile and said, “Hell yes, I would.” Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t help but grin back, feeling that heat surge between us. I must’ve drifted a little, because she laughed and swatted my arm, saying, “Eyes on the road, Romeo!” We made it home in one piece—barely. The second we hit the driveway, we were out of the car and stumbling through the door, already making out like teenagers. Coats hit the floor, keys got tossed somewhere, and we didn’t even care. What followed was an hour of pure heat—toys, dirty talk, and Nikki riding wave after wave of orgasms. I lost count after three, but she was glowing, and I was right there with her.
So here I am, the morning after, and I’m still buzzing. Is this a one-off thrill, or the start of something bigger? No clue. But damn, it’s fun to think about.
— Robert
