My First Date as a Hotwife!
By: Hotwife & Mom
Hello,
I am a 38 year old mother of one, married to my 42 year old husband for 11 years. We previously had pretty vanilla relationships in the past so when we met each other and realized we were both a little freaky, it made for a really great sexual relationship. We were typically open to suggestions and always found ways to keep things sexual even after having a child. What I didn't realize was he always had a fantasy for me to sleep with other men and when we talked about past relationships, he was always too curious about what they looked like and how they fucked me.
Anyways, the story begins when he came by to pick me up at work. I work at a kind of health and supplements type store and given we live in a university town, our clientele typically were on the more youthful side. University students would come by and with the relatively smaller community here, I knew my regulars and would see them frequently. Now one day, my husband came by to pick me up but noticed I hadn't closed the store down and was still talking to a customer. He stuck outside for 5 minutes, waiting for my customer Charlie to leave before coming on inside.
"Hey who's that?" he asked.
"Oh that's Charlie. He's a regular," I responded.
Immediately, he started asking all these different kinds of questions. How often does he come by? How old is he? Do you usually talk to him for this long?
"Um, he comes by maybe every two weeks? He's graduating soon so probably 23? I don't know. Usually we just talk about our lives." I didn't fully understand the line of questioning but my husband was insistent that we were flirting and he was into me. Not in a jealous "oh you shouldn't be talking to boys" kind of way but more a playful way. I've had guys ask me out before in the store and I've been open to my husband, always taking it as a compliment but never going further for obvious reasons (being faithful, don't go out with customers etc).
For what was the next week, during our sexy time, my husband would always bring Charlie up. At first, I found myself just answering questions about him but over time, my husband would begin to throw in some more fantasy like suggestions. "He'd probably say yes if you asked him out", "I bet he's never been with a woman like you before", "He looks fit, I bet you'd like his body". The fantasies got dirtier and dirtier and I found myself liking it more and more and teasing my husband about it became incredibly exciting. It was like subtle foreplay for us and Charlie unknowingly was in the middle of it.
He came in the next week and I immediately texted my husband "guess who's here". I put my phone down to help Charlie out as we went into our usual back and forth. As he left, I looked at my phone to see a series of texts from my husband asking what we were doing, did he flirt with me, how long we talked. I chose not to answer and by the time we both got to bed, I whispered into my husband's ear as I grabbed his cock, "I think he did try to flirt with me". Immediately he got hard as we began to fantasize about him and even more generally about what it would be like to go out with him.
That began our hotwife fantasy and immediately, we began discussing what we would be comfortable with happening. My husband wanted me to ask him out, just dinner and to drop me off home. No sex, I text him the details whenever I can. Kissing allowed. I was a wreck, excited, nervous, and especially worried we were completely misreading the situation and making up things in our mind. But my husband's confidence and excitement and our shared fantasy gave me the courage to just go for it.
So over the next two weeks, I found myself looking a little bit nicer, making sure I looked approachable and patiently waited for my opportunity. After what felt like eternity, the day came and Charlie came in. I was so nervous, stumbling my words as we tried to make small talk. I could feel the embarrassment and kept doubting myself but as we went through our normal routine and he was about to leave, I figured I had to go for it.
"Charlie, I was wondering.. um, did you want to grab dinner tomorrow?"
"Uh.. are you asking me out? I thought you were married."
"I am and I am."
"Sure, I'd love to. Here's my number," and we exchanged details.
I felt this immediate excitement that I hadn't felt in years. The thrill of somebody wanting to go out with you. I found myself planning the date as I happily texted my husband telling him what happened. We began planning outfits, how I'd look, what perfume I'd use. The next day came and I left work early just to get ready. My husband suggested a tighter looking outfit and for me to wear his favourite red lip and that's what I did. I arrived in my uber and clearly was over dressed for the restaurant but when I saw Charlie, it felt like it didn't matter anymore.
I won't bore you with the dinner details but it was nice. We joked, we laughed and I found it incredibly thrilling that a man almost 15 years younger than me would find me enjoyable company and attractive. As dinner ended, I happily accepted his offer to drive me home as I texted my husband we were coming back. Our conversation continued and as we arrived to my place, he inevitably asked me why I asked him out. I did my best to explain the half truth that my husband and I are open to seeing other people (which technically was true that night). He laughed asking questions and I unfortunately had no answers because he was technically our first.
Then came the awkward silence. Him I believe expecting to be invited up and me not knowing what I'm supposed to do. Radio silently buzzed in the background as I felt my heart racing in my chest until finally he asked.
"Well, I'd like to give you a kiss goodnight if that's ok".
"It is" I responded before we slowly leaned over. The kiss was gentle but as our lips parted and our lustful gaze met, our lips went back and immediately we began making out in his car. The thought that my husband was probably spying on us, seeing us kissing passionately, while our nobody else knew drove me crazy. I pulled his hand onto my tits as he grabbed me as we continued to kiss. Finally we stopped and I found myself catching my breath saying, "God, you are a really good kisser". We both laughed before I saw his rock hard erection fighting their way through his pants.
"I want you to take it out" I said, eyeing his pants. He pushed his seat back and unbuckled his belt before sliding his pants down and immediately I was welcomed to his rock hard cock. My hands reached for it and as I slowly stroke it, he pulled his lips back onto mine and we continued to kiss. Our tongues met and his breathing started to pick up before he pulled away.
I grabbed his free hand and pushed his finger into my mouth, teasing him while I stroked him faster and faster until he finally came. My hands slowed down, pulling and tugging, doing my best to make sure this was a memorable night for him before finally we slowed down.
"Sorry for making a mess," he said as we grabbed napkins and did our best to clean up what was on his pants, shirt and what was on my hands.
"Don't worry. Next time, I'll just swallow" I giggled as I saw his eyes completely widen. We cleaned up and I gave him a sensual kiss goodnight before finally leaving. I turned around, staring at my driveway and giving him a wave before finally entering my home to see my husband desperately waiting to ask me questions.
I'll be happy to write more about the sex with my husband but not sure the blog readers want to go into that!
Hotwife & Mom
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