Sunday's Date with Matt
S met Matt on the usual swinger dating site she uses. She really enjoys the thing she has with Anthony, but for some time now, she's been thinking about adding someone new (and I'm always encouraging that). Jake weirded her out, and Brian sucked, so she's still searching. Ridley - whom S first met more than three weeks ago - is still an interest, but they've yet to agree a second date. And she's still waiting to meet Todd. These two guys seem difficult to pin down.
Matt only appeared on the radar a week or so prior, but he seemed promising (and available). I think a few days ago, she kind of decided "fuck it, let's give him a try". They arranged to meet in the afternoon on Sunday. We were all pretty excited -- there did seem to be a common anticipation among all three of us that, if the initial meet went well, S was going to go home with him. Sometimes, when she's hungry for some action, my girl fucks on the first date (HOT!!!)
After lunch on Sunday she got ready for her date. Requesting my input, she chose the casual but slinky/sexy dark blue sleeveless dress she wore to meet Ridley, along with black tights and a favorite pair of short boots that she got repaired on Saturday. Underneath were a black bra and some sheer lacy panties. I don't have to tell anyone here it's very exciting to watch your hotwife get dressed for a date!
Once she was ready, we had a few minutes before she had to go. We stripped off those tights and panties, and enjoyed a few minutes of oral for her - a "warm up" so to speak, and a fond farewell ("until we meet again!"

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Then we kissed goodbye, and she drove herself to the station, to catch a train into the city. Our goodbyes are nearly never as long or affectionate or sexy as I always imagined they'd be. She's rushing out the door, or she doesn't want me to mess up her makeup or her skin (with my stubble) etc. I start missing her before she's even really left.
We chatted via messaging throughout her train journey, and right up until the time she arrived. He was waiting for her at the train station. She went quiet for a while, during the initial meeting (about 40 minutes) until remembering to let me know that they were in a cocktail bar somewhere between the station and Matt's flat. At that time, all she was willing to opine was "He's nice". Knowing S as I do, I interpreted that as: I'm not sure yet.
Another 50 minutes later, she seemed to have made up her mind. "I agreed to go to his flat. Curious about where this could lead haha. We are leaving now." I replied "Hot! Hope it leads somewhere exciting!" She finished with "I need to find out if he will make me wet. We have not kissed yet or anything."
Sometime during the walk home, he pulled her in and kissed her. As they were going into his flat, she let me know her verdict: "He kissed me, it was good!"
I know my girl. I know that means she's ready for action.
She went quiet again for 30 minutes. During that time they kissed and undressed, and she encouraged him to move things to the bedroom. He licked her pussy, and she enjoyed that a lot. That's when I received the first messages hinting at trouble:
"He's a good kisser, good licker, good with hands
He's really nervous though, I think his dick is failing him atm, he excused himself to go to the bathroom now haha
I think he's trying to get it up
He doesn't do this very often I think"
I expressed my hope that he would rise to the occasion, and then 15 minutes later:
"He can't.
His nerves ruined it completely, he says I'm beautiful and he's totally intimidated"
Ugh. Not this again, I thought. Still, I tried to be supportive - encouraging her to just hang out, take some time, and let his nerves settle. He cooked her dinner while she and I chatted some more (she even teased me about a football match; "Just you worry about getting laid, smarty pants," was my only retort).
I suggested he could take some sexy pics of my wife and send them to me [ he didn't: strike 2 as far as hubby is concerned ] thinking that might help to raise the temperature in a low-pressure way. I mentioned that I'd meant to stick my surplus blue pills in her 'go bag' (along with the lube, condoms, and breath mints) but "He said he doesn't take pills". I guess for some guys their pride or their aversion to pills supersedes their desire not to disappoint a gorgeous lady with their limp dicks ... but I digress.
In any case, S seemed to be feeling sympathetic. "He's really sweet, I am feeling sorry for him." I reminded her that "Being pitied is a boner killer baby

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When she then went quiet again for another 80 minutes, I thought: surely, they finally got down to business, and the next time I hear from her, it'll be about how well fucked my little hotwife is. Instead:
"Two more attempts, not really successful
About to leave now"
Ugh again. He did manage to get it up, and he began fucking her from behind. She enjoyed it until he lost his wood. Another attempt saw him lose it again in missionary. At some point she sucked his cock, hoping to help keep things moving along, but, alas.
We chatted a lot while she was on the train home. I've only ever owned just the one penis, so my sample size is small (but not my penis, you jerks, I know someone was going to say it!). I suggested it was one thing to have your nerves interfere with getting hard in the first place, but something else to get hard and then lose it. These seem like different things to me.
She told me that as they said goodbye, he whispered "please come back". She really did want to believe him that it was just an anomaly.
"He couldn't explain it
He really really likes me and he's just about the sweetest guy ever
The short time he fucked me was really good and the chemistry was good
He's begging for another chance
I am not upset at him and I still had a lovely evening as he cooked me a meal and he was really sweet and affectionate, and there was a lot of kissing/grabbing
So overall I feel happy, just need some extra loving when I get back home.

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But, here's the thing, I said: what if you go to all the trouble, and go back, and the exact same thing happens again? How shitty and, ultimately, foolish would that feel? I may be a pervert who encourages my wife to go off and fuck anyone she fancies, but I still feel fiercely protective. I cannot tolerate the thought of her dates leaving her feeling sad, disappointed, tricked, or like she has wasted her time.
I proposed that if she wanted to see him again, she should suggest it could happen only on these conditions: that he travel closer to us, and that he book a hotel room for them to meet. That way, if things went south again, she could say goodnight and be home in 15 minutes. Also, it was a test: did he really really want to see her again? Was he willing to do whatever it took?
Friends, he failed the test. It was all too difficult for this or that reason, he claimed. That was enough for me: I suggested she should politely fuck him off back from whence he came and be done with it. S seemed to agree, but .... I could tell she was still sad about it.
When she arrived home we had a glass of wine, and S filled me in on more of the night's details. She told me all the good bits about the night. How she'd really enjoyed his touch; how his sexual technique seemed to be top-notch. She seemed pretty relaxed. But when we went upstairs to bed, she was nearly animalistic. We often get pretty steamy - especially when we engage in dirty talk about things she's been doing with other men - but this was another level: if I've seen her quite this riled up before, it was so long ago I've more or less forgotten about it. Matt had really gotten her juices flowing, and she wanted to be handled roughly. She wanted toys. It was a very good 'reclaiming' session. We both came hard.
After S went to bed, I was here on the forum and read BDJ's post, above (and Farmgirl's). It gave me pause for thought. I knew she wanted to give him another chance, so: I wrote an email for her to read in the morning. I suggested that if she wanted to see him again, she could demand that he agree in advance to use a pill, should he encounter any difficulty. I said I'd be happy to personally explain the reasons and benefits to him, and that I'd even provide it. (What can I say? I want my wife to be happy.)
Matt seems to have embraced that solution, and so: we await a second date. My girl is happy and excited again. I think I have some faith that, with a pill as a plan B, she won't be disappointed again.