After the Date

It's been awhile since I updated, so I'll do my best to recount the days after her first date. For starters, we consistently had some of the best sex that we've ever had. Day after day we were still turned on from her first date experience, we'd talk about the date, and what we thought might happen next (the guy she had met was clear in his mail that he wanted an 'affair' type of relationship, something ongoing where she would meet him for sex one or two times per week). We weren't sure if we were ready for that, but the idea sure was hot and let to night after night of sex. Most of the time, she would tell me about email exchanges she had with him, and the fact that she was thinking about him, and what might be coming next.

After several nights of torrid sex, always ending up with me pounding her while she talked about sucking him or fucking him at the same time, we got a mail from him with a request for pictures. He wanted to see her in a short skirt, with a thong (and pics of her thong as she bent over in the short skirt), along with a button down top, something that she could unbutton to tease him with. Fortunately, I've done a good job of stocking her closet with sexy clothes like this so we were able to accomodate and spent a night taking pictures...not for me, but for him. She went and changed for him, then came into the room...tight black button down top, shortest of short black skirts and her new black shoes, the very same shoes that I had bought her for her date.

We kissed and rubbed our bodies together before I got the camera out. She posed in various positions, asking me how her ass looked "do you think he'll like this?" she would ask as she raised her skirt to show off her thong. I would grab her ass and slide a finger between her legs, feeling her wetness and say "yes, almost as much as you like showing off for him". After we took several pictures, the camera had to go and our clothes had to come off....except for her skirt and heels, she looked too good in them to take them off, but fortunately I was able to lick and taste her while she was on top of me sucking on my cock, no doubt thinking about her date while she did so. We teased and tasted each other until she had to have me (or maybe him?) inside her....she got on top and rode me until I told her to get on all fours so I could finish her doggy style. Her ass and hips are amazing to hold on to normally, and even better when she's smiling back and me talking about having a cock in her mouth as I pound her from behind....

The Date (part 3)

Here's a pic of what she wore that night, notice how sheer that top is, and that necklace is one that I bought for her last year....


...sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring was really hard....exciting, nervewracking and totally arousing all rolled into one. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at that very moment, sitting in a bar with a total stranger. Surely they were just chatting and having drinks, but was he touching her? Maybe touching her arm, or putting his hand on hers...over her wedding ring? (which she did wear that night) Or maybe she touching him? Maybe her hand was on his thigh under the table as the waitress came over to take their orders, did she notice that my wife had a wedding ring on and he didn't (not to mention he's younger than her)? The possibilities alone were driving me crazy.

Eventually she called, I answered on the first ring, and she was walking back to her car, heels clicking and sounding like a very excited woman. She told me that she had a good time, was safe and coming home soon....

When she got home, I was all over her, and she was all over me. A long, deep, passionate kiss at the door, then some wine and beer for both of us as we had a lot to talk about. We sat on the couch, drinking and chatting, she told me that he was very nice, cute, and a big guy (bigger than me, and I'm 6'1" 195lbs"), they mostly chatted about random stuff to break the ice, but did get a little into his wants and desires. She was obviously excited and a little buzzed (maybe the did do more than talk??), and went on about how the next steps would be for her to meet him alone, at a hotel. I really couldn't believe what I was hearing, I was still trying to really come to grips with the fact that she actually:

(a) posted an ad to meet another man
(b) exchanged emails, chats and pictures with several men over the course of a few weeks
(c) actually scheduled a date with one of them
(d) actually went out on the date

and now she's telling me she's ready to go and meet him for sex. A wave of strong feelings came over me, I told her that I wasn't so sure that meeting him alone for sex was ok....and she said "but that's what he wants"...in a way that made me feel like what I wanted didn't matter, that this stranger had taken over and my wife was now his slut. It was intense.

After some more talking, we were both so turned and feeling good from the drinks that we were all over each other. Clothes were flying, and she was in total heat...it was some of the best sex we've had in years, culminating with me pounding her from behind while she talked about sucking on his cock....

The Date (part 2)

...when the door closed, I started thinking how I could calm my nerves and get through the next couple of hours (she said she would spend about an hour with him at the bar). I tried to check out sports scores...no luck, tried to do some work...no luck, just couldn't get my mind off what might happen that night. I cracked open a beer and then the phone rang, at first I thought "oh crap, it's her family or friends calling and I'll have to make up some story about where she is". It was her, she was stuck in some terrible traffic. Since she had gotten a late start, and was now stuck in total gridlock traffic, she was going to be really late for her date. I offered to call the guy to tell him she was going to be late (we had his cell number), but she didn't want me to call...another interesting sign of how she really wanted to do this herself. I suggested she call the bar and ask them to pass a message along for her, she took my advice and about 20min later called me again to let me know the traffic was starting to clear and now she was on her way for real.

I was having a hard enough time trying to figure out how to occupy myself for 2hrs, but now it was going to be at least 3hrs because of the delay, talk about torture! There was also a very small part of me that wondered if this would mean the end of the date, either because she got cold feet while sitting in traffic or he doesn't get the message and leaves the bar, thinking she's a flake. Well about 10min later she calls me again, her car is parked and she's walking to the bar. I can hear the clicking of her heels as she's making her way down the street, my mind is racing thinking about people seeing her on the street, well dressed and having no idea that she's going in to meet another man for a drink. She tells me she's at the door and going in, she'll call me when the date is done....

(to be continued)

The Date (part 1)

I know I've been a little slow getting an update here on her date, and I don't have much time tonight but wanted to at least get the story started.

She went out on her first date this weekend...it was a totally nervewracking, but totally exciting experience for both of us. The day of the date was just kind of weird, we both knew what was coming at the end of the day but didn't talk much about it, nerves and butterflies in stomachs kind of thing. Once the sun went down and it was time for her to start getting ready, I definitely started to feel weird...not bad at all, just weird. Seeing her go into the bedroom to get ready, while I was trying to be nonchalant and read a magazine was brutal, lol. I could hear her opening closet doors, going in and out of the bathroom to get her makeup on, the normal stuff we do when we go out, only difference was that I wasn't going anywhere I and knew she was going out with a guy she had been having some pretty hot conversations with over the past few weeks. There was a part of me that worried about her safety (after all, the guy is a total stranger), and how her night might go (really wanted to make sure that she was (a) safe and (b) had a good time).

She came into the living room and looked great, and yes I did get turned on instantly to see my wife dressed up for another man. It was an intense feeling seeing her in boots and jewelry that I had bought for her. I couldn't help but wonder what she was wearing under her tight dress slacks, as I smelled her perfume...the stuff she wears for me. After some coordination talk (like when I should expect her to call, when she would be home, who should call who, etc), she walked out the door....

(to be continued!)

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!

I had to return a pair from yesterday (wrong size) and while I was there I saw another woman wearing a pair of shoes that my wife had seen the weekend before. When we had seen them the weekend before I wasn't wild about them, but could tell my wife liked them. Seeing them on this other woman (another attractive wife), strutting around the store checking herself out, got me pretty hot so I bought the same shoes for my wife :-)

Here's a picture of them, we'll call them option 3:





















Right now, it looks like she's a go for her date tomorrow night. We talked about it for about an hour tonight, made sure she was comfortable, had a plan (time/place and what we both are ok with), and she left the conversation more comfortable and eager than she was before (she was interested, but nervous). Apparently she's confirmed with one guy already, has to pick the place...we looked at a few options tonight and narrowed it down to a couple of choices that looked good to her.

Of course after all this talk, shoe modelling and planning for the weekend, I had to get some action and she didn't disappoint :-)