Last night, S went on her first date with another man since deciding to become a hotwife.
She spent part of the day getting ready, getting herself all smooth and soft and fuckable, painting her toenails, etc. She was understandably pretty nervous. I suggested that when she first saw her guy, she should go in for a kiss early on, to break the ice. She hadn't kissed anyone besides me in 10 years.
He was going to be at a work thing but would bail out early to meet her at the bar. It's a fairly long drive to Big City from our place, so they arranged to meet around 8pm. I snapped a couple of pics as she was getting dolled up in a blue dress, bare legs, and a lingerie set that I bought her for the occasion. She looked gorgeous, and finally she was ready to say goodbye. I had tried to imagine this moment for a long time, and when it came it was pretty surreal. I told her to stay safe, drive carefully, and have FUN. And then she was gone, to meet the man she wants to make her a hotwife.
They were only going to have about 2.5 hours together, and she wasn't planning to have sex on this date. I had been a bit annoying in my excitement, repeatedly suggesting that she could give him a blowjob (sorry honey!). But S said she'd find that frustrating -- when the clothes start to come off, she wants to go all the way. And with meeting for drinks first, there wouldn't be much time to go back to his hotel anyway.
I got an update from S about an hour and a half after she arrived. She wrote:
"He's not a good kisser, boooo. Not sure about chemistry. Maybe I could give him a chance."
So, things didn't seem to be going particularly well, even though it was hot to hear that they'd been kissing. Downer. Her last sentence seemed hopeful, however.
The previous night S had gushed that "he really, really wants to fuck me!", so I messaged S that maybe he was nervous. Nearly an hour later she replied:
"Maybe
things heated up a bit, it was fun. Coming home now"
I tried to busy myself for the next hour and a half, on pins and needles waiting to find out what "heated up a bit" meant. But most of all, "it was fun" was a relief to hear. I knew that meant he eventually managed to get her motor running.
Finally her car pulled in to the driveway, and I had the wine ready for us to spend some time catching up. She was clearly pretty happy about the date.
They had left the bar and gone for a little walk. They ended up leaned against the car, making out and getting handsy. He was squeezing her butt, and she was feeling his hard cock through his trousers. She told me that their next date on the 20th is a go, and that she is going to have sex with him. I was on cloud nine.
Before long we were in bed, having very hot sex, and talking dirty about all the things she's going to do with her guy the next time. And the things we'll do when she comes home. We did it all again in the morning, before I could even get the coffee made.
We've both been constantly horny. She's regularly chatting and flirting with her guy, and we're always grinning at each other like a couple of naughty kids. It's been one of our best and most exciting times together. Roll on the 20th!
Yes, I think that after years of saying "no way", I finally changed my mind to A's delight! Just joining this forum, reading and learning more about the concept made me start thinking about it. But after receiving couple of messages, I started fantasizing about having sex with men who sent those messages, and that's where things got crazy!
Literally I could not think about anything else, the idea was keeping me awake at night and I was horny all the time! So, I guess we are now just looking for the right person, because this IS happening, right A?
