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Alright, so my date with another guy, that guy that isn’t my husband, Jake, the guy that my husband and I found online and I chatted with, texted with, and sexted with, and ended up getting my brains fucked out by my husband after, yeah, that guy, well he was fucking amazing. And so was the date. Now you have the back story if you didn’t read my first entry to my sex diary (and shame on you), if you did, then great. On to the details of my first date as a slutty little hotwife.
The day started ordinarily enough, which is boring, so let’s skip to the evening. I was to meet Jake at 7pm at a wine bar not far from my house. I began getting ready about 530. To my surprise, my husband helped me. He was like a bff that helps you get ready for a first date. So cute. I was already freshly waxed in all the right places (no he didn’t help me with that, that would be fucking weird.) He told me how gorgeous I looked as I applied my makeup and tried on three different outfits, circling back to the first one; a short black skirt that wasn’t skin-tight, the kind that flares out a little and can twirl if I twirl, matched with a white blouse with just the right amount of buttons unbuttoned, thanks to my husband. I had one too many fastened, he undid the second button from the top and said, “Much better.” I looked in the mirror and had to agree. My breasts aren’t overly large by any means, so I wasn’t spilling out of the top. Full B’s but perky enough to be mistaken for C’s and to show some little mounds of flesh. My bra was low cut, so no danger in seeing that, and the top wasn’t see through like some white ones can be. I completed the look with black heels, not too tall, as I’m 5’7, plus I hate walking on stilts: it’s not sexy unless you can pull it off like in the movies. Anyways, after applying a subtle amount of pink lipstick with a splash of Chanel, it was almost time to go. My husband walked up behind, placed one arm around me, kissed my neck, and used his other hand to reach under my skirt and pull my panties down. He pushed me down onto the granite bathroom vanity and slid a finger inside me. The whole ordeal had me wet, dressing up in front of my husband for another man, knowing that all these clothes were going to be strewn over his bedroom floor in three hours or less. I let him touch me for a few seconds before spinning around and saying, “Hey now, this isn’t for you. It is not your turn. This is for Jake!” I smiled a devilish grin.
“I know, but you look fucking hot,” he said. “You’re going to have a blast. He better fuck you right.”
Aww, how sweet. My husband, just like a girly best friend in college, complimenting me and wishing me well on a first date.
“Thanks babe,” I replied, “and what are you going to be doing while, you know.”
“While you are getting railed by another man, cheating on me? Probably touching myself to the thought of that until you get home. By the way, what time are you planning on coming home? Late? Morning?”
I smiled a whorish grin. “How about I text you and let you know. Do you want me home at a certain time? If I stay the night, will you be upset?”
“Not at all! Stay as long as you want. Keep me posted. But I’m not going to bother you. I’ll be here, waiting, like a good husband.” We both laughed, and I could feel him watching me as I walked toward the door. I twirled around and blew him a kiss. “See you later, love.” With that, I left our house, got in my car, as giddy as a school-girl, and drove to my first date with someone other than my husband in six years.”
I arrived five minutes early. I’m always early, because I hate being late. I feel its disrespectful of the other person’s time. I texted Jake upon pulling in. To my delight, he was already there and had a booth in the corner. I had no trouble finding the handsome man sitting alone with just a glass of water in front of him and two empty wine glasses. He stood as I approached and complimented me on my earrings, (bonus points fellas, always compliment something above the breasts if you want to ever see the actual breasts) and gave me a hug that was somewhere between friendly and sexual, which was perfect. I hate those side hugs, just fucking shake my hand if you’re going to do that. He let his hand fall to the perfect spot on my lower back, not too low (which is for later) and not too high, which is for those trapped in the purgatorious friend zone. More bonus points for not trying to kiss me right away, although I was already so excited I probably would not have minded at all, and this would have led to skipping the date and going straight to his house and, well, you know. Anyways, sorry about that. I know you are used to more eloquent writing if you read my stories, but this is just a blog of thoughts and my own personal sex diary, so you’ll have to deal with my ramblings.
We sat in the corner round booth, close to each other. This guy was good, folks. There were only four round booths in the whole place, and he secured one. He didn’t want to sit across from me, and I’m glad. His hand gently brushed my thigh as it fell to his side. I smiled, and goosebumps riddled my legs. The waitress came by and we ordered a bottle of Cab. I couldn’t resist getting a little closer as we chatted about life, sex, and other things. I kissed him first. It was all a blur but I couldn’t help it. Here I was, on a date, cheating on my husband (with permission of course, but still the thrill, ah!) I had to get his lips onto mine. The first kiss was just long enough with just the right amount of tongue. Our wine arrived, we clinked glasses, made a toast to hot sex, and took a sip of the red. His hand made its way to my leg and I didn’t stop him. Instead, I slowly spread my legs a little, inviting him to move his hand farther up. He got the hint.
“I can’t wait to get out of here,” I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him again. We had the check and a corked bottle of wine less than five minutes later. Ten minutes after that we pulled into his driveway. Thirty seconds after that he had me pinned to his entrance wall with his hands up my skirt and his lips on my neck.
“Tell me to stop else I won’t,” he said.
“You better not,” I exclaimed. “I want you to do with me whatever you want.”
I sank down the wall, slithering like a snake, and onto the floor, on my knees, and undid his belt. He looked down at me, no doubt seeing right down my top, I didn’t mind. My nipples were erect though concealed by my bra. I felt like such a slut, and I fucking loved it. I tugged at his pants until they were down and smiled at the outline in his boxers. He was ready. I released him from his cotton prison and couldn’t wait to get him into my mouth. I looked up with submission and grazed the tip with my tongue. He moaned a manly moan and then put his hands on my head and pulled me into him. I gagged on his cock, a member roughly the size of my husbands. I can never get him all the way in on the first try, and Jake was the same. He pushed my head back and asked if I was okay. He later told me my reply turned him on more than ever. “Don’t ever ask me that. If I’m not okay I’ll say HURT. Other than that, do whatever you want. Punish me, fuck me, use me. I do not care. I’m here to get fucked all night by someone who isn’t my husband, is that okay?”
He didn’t even answer. Instead, he just grabbed my hair and pulled me back to his cock. I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face in the hallway. My heels were still on, everything was still on, except for his pants and boxers. After my makeup was ruined, he pulled me up and led me to his bedroom. He tugged at my top and I helped him slip it off. It was pure ecstasy. Like a first date in college that led to sex. Passionate. Fiery. I’m wet thinking about it.
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