by Vivian Ward
Meghann and I were nearly the same size, so everything she had fit me perfectly. I kept pointing to different dresses she had, only to have her shake her head at me. In the end, she had me in a black dress with a pair of ankle high boots. She called them fuck me boots.
As soon as we walked up to the bar, I could feel so many eyes on me. The dress that Meghann had put on me was much shorter and lot more low cut than anything I would have ever picked out, but I was getting a hell of a lot of attention wearing it. As hard as it was to admit, it looked so good on me; I wanted to fuck myself.
We were having a great time at the club. Although I’d brought plenty of money, I didn’t buy a single drink the entire night. Meghann didn’t need to buy any drinks for herself either.
Even though I wasn’t going to be hooking up with anyone, I knew that Meghann’s husband had given her a permanent hall pass, which meant that if she wanted to sleep with someone else, she could. Armed with this knowledge, I watched how she interacted with people. If I was ever going to make my husband’s fantasy come true, I needed to see how a real hotwife does things.
She spent the majority of her time out on the dance floor, dancing seductively with the men who would come up behind her. I paid attention to how she would lean in close when she whispered into their ears and how she always touched them, even if it was a minor thing.
Every single guy she came in contact with ate it up, and before I knew it, she had multiple guys paying attention to her and basically eating out of her hands. She had drinks coming to her left and right. In fact, she had so many drinks coming her that she had to pawn some of them off on me. Not a big drinker in the first place, it didn’t take long before I was feeling really good.
The alcohol allowed me to loosen up and I figured that while I was at the club, I should at least practice, just in case I decided to come out and do it for real someday.
I joined Meghann on the dance floor, and she introduced me to a couple of guys she was talking to. Before long, a couple of them had taken an interest in me and started dancing real close.
The man behind me, a tall guy with bright blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and strong arms, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. My ass was right against his crotch, and I could feel his bulge through his pants. It wasn’t even hard, yet I could still feel it.
Thinking about what that could do to me started to turn me on. The man moved his hands from my hips and ran them up my body, running over my breasts and then allowing just his fingertips to run up my neck and into my hair. There was an intense lust in the air, and it was seriously making me wet. My wetness was made even worse when I felt his lips come into contact with my neck, right below my ear. He had no way of knowing this, but that was my spot.
I had no idea how long we’d been dancing, but if I didn’t get away right then, I was liable to turn around and let the man fuck me right on the dance floor.
“Can you excuse me for a minute?” I asked. “I’ll be right back,” I told him as I made my way off the dance floor and towards the ladies rooms.
I looked around for Meghann, but she was nowhere to be found. I was dying to get her into the restroom and tell her how excited I was and see what I should do. I tried calling her from outside the bathroom door, but she didn’t answer. I tried one more time and then realized I could hear her phone ringing inside the bathroom.
Relieved to know she was already inside, I opened the door and walked in, not realizing it was a bathroom intended for one person. The door had barely closed behind me before I saw Meghann, her ass barely on the edge of the sink, getting pounded by one of the men who’d been buying her shots.
I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was shocked, yet aroused. He was fucking her so hard, and I could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She glanced over and saw me standing there. Instead of getting mad and asking for privacy, she shot me a sly grin and went right back to getting fucked.
Figuring she was probably going to be a while, I went back to the dance floor and enjoyed a few more free drinks and danced with the men who were buying them for me.
Eventually, Meghann came strutting out of the restroom. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was in shambles, but she couldn’t help but flash that big bright smile at me, proud of how naughty she’d been. I had to admit that I was a bit jealous that I wasn’t the one propped up on the bathroom sink getting my brains fucked out.
Before we left, the man I’d been dancing with grabbed my phone and put his number in it, telling me to call him anytime I wanted to get together, and he’d show me a great time. I said I might just have to do that, strongly considering it and wondering what Dillon would say when he found out I had another man’s number in my phone.
Even though I hadn’t done anything with anyone, that was never the point of going out. Meghann showed me how things were done, and even showed me how easy it was for her to hook up with someone who wanted a no-strings-attached lay. I considered the night a success and was excited for what was to come, whatever it may be.
We called our Uber and headed towards home. I couldn’t wait to tell Dillon all about our night!
16
Dillon
I couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. Just a week ago, my wife had gone out to a club with her friend and tonight; she was going out on a date with one of the men she’d met that night.
“Are you nervous?” I asked her as she was getting ready.
“You have no idea,” she replied. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”
“You have nothing to worry about. This is all about having fun, right?”
“Yeah, but I never thought I was going to have a first date in my life ever again. I doubt I’ll even know what to do.”
“I think you’re overthinking things. It’s not like you’re trying to show the guy that you’re wife material. You’ve already got a husband. You just want to show this guy why he wants to take you to bed.”
“And then let him.”
“Exactly. What are you thinking about as far as that goes? How do you feel knowing that you may sleep with someone entirely new tonight.”
“I’m feeling so many things; I doubt I can describe them. It’s a combination of excited, terrified, and very turned on.”
“I’d say that’s a good combination.”
“It’s exhilarating. How are you feeling?”
“I’m not sure yet. I’m definitely horny, but I’m going to wait until after your date to do anything about it. I’m nervous, but only because I’ve been looking at this stuff for years, so I kind of know what to expect, but I also have no idea what to expect at the same time.”
Just then, her phone dinged with a text message notification.
“Oh shit, he’s here to pick me up. How do I like?”
“Like a sexy wife who is begging to get fucked.”
“Good, that’s the look I was going for. See you later tonight.”
“Have fun, babe. See you when you get home.”
She kissed me on the cheek before throwing on her heels and running out the front door. She really did look like a wife wanting to get laid, and that turned me on so much. She was right about one thing. She was going to be seeing me later that night. Little did she know, she’d be seeing me much sooner than she realized.
“How many in your party, sir?” the restaurant hostess asked as I walked into the lobby.
“It’s just me tonight, thank you.”
“Okay, follow me.”
The hostess led me to a table, but I was busy looking around. Finally, I spotted her across the room, sitting in a booth with her date. She looked she was having a great time.
“Ma’am, would it be okay if I sat right here?” I asked, pointing to a table directly across the room from Kayla, giving me the perfect view of her and the man who’d brought her out.
I watched intently as the hostess brought me a glass of water and a basket of bread, letting me know my waitress would be with
me shortly. I wasn’t even particularly hungry, but I wanted to see how the date was going.
Kayla looked breathtaking. She was glowing as she sat with the man. She was smiling and laughing. He was sitting so close to her, or maybe she was sitting close to him. Whatever it was, there was a definite chemistry, and I was glad to see it.
To the naked eye, my wife and the stranger would have appeared to be an average couple out on a date. When their food arrived, he offered her bites of his, which she accepted, eating directly off his fork.
In between bites, he would lean in and kiss her. From time to time, I’d watch as his hands disappeared beneath the table. I was surprised when her hands occasionally disappeared as well.
As their dinner was winding down, he was getting much more touchy with her, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. At one point, he was leaning into her, kissing on her neck when she looked up and saw me sitting there. I expected her eyes to get big with surprise, but they didn’t. Instead, she grinned at me and kept looking me in the eyes as he groped her.
Kayla maintained eye contact as she reached down and started running her hand from his knee to his inner thigh. He matched her by putting his hand on her leg, but he didn’t stop at her thigh. He kept going until his hand was all the way under her dress.
I wondered how far his hand made it, but that question was answered when Kayla made an “o” with her mouth before gently biting her bottom lip. He was touching her. Not just her body, but the most forbidden parts of her body. The parts that only I had touched for so long. I could only imagine how wet she was.
He pulled his hand out from under her dress and excused himself to go to the restroom. As soon as he was out of sight, I threw cash on the table to pay for my food and went right over to their table.
“I need you to come with me,” I told her.
Kayla didn’t question anything. She simply took me by the hand, slid out of the booth, and followed me towards the front door. The other patrons in the restaurant were whispering to one another since she had just been there with another man, but we didn’t care. There was only one thing on our minds.
I led her to our car, which I’d parked in the very back corner of the parking lot. Without saying a word, I opened the back door, pushed her in front of me, and grabbed her dress by the bottom, lifting it up above her waist.
She pressed her back against my chest, and I leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was sexy, deep, and full of wanting. I couldn’t control myself any longer.
Using plenty of force, I bent her over the back seat of the car and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her beautiful, glistening pussy. It was freshly shaved, so she was prepared for anything happening.
With one hand, I unzipped my pants and unleashed my cock, which was hard and already throbbing. There was no foreplay required. We were both ready to go. Grabbing her hips, I pushed myself into her. She was so wet that I slid in without any resistance.
There was a thrill to knowing that we could be caught at any moment, and I wondered what her date would think if he came out looking for her, only to find her getting pounded in the back seat of the car. It didn’t matter, I had to have her, and I couldn’t wait.
This was no lovemaking session. I was moving in and out of her hard and fast. She made attempts to stifle her moans, but her efforts were not working. I wanted to hear her. I gave her ass a firm slap as I pounded into her, leading her to let out a yelp, which was part pain and part pleasure.
I reached around her and started playing with her clit, knowing that would do her in. Almost instantly, her legs became shaky, and her pussy tightened around me.
“Fuck Dillon, I’m cumming.”
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I starting pumping into her as hard and fast as I could. If anyone had been walking to their cars, there was no way they could have avoided hearing the sounds of my pelvis smacking against her ass.
I had to bite my tongue as I exploded inside of my wife, both of us reaching orgasm at the same time.
“Fuck,” she whimpered as I pushed myself all the way inside of her, bent down, and kissed her just below the neck.
“Fuck is right,” I replied. “That was fucking amazing.”
“That was fucking hot is what that was.”
“Let me find something for you to wipe up with.”
“No, I’m not wiping up. I want to go home knowing you’re inside of me.”
She stood up, slid her panties back into position, turned and kissed me.
“So, you want to go back in and finish your date?”
“No, I just want to go home with you.”
17
Kayla
Although I still hadn’t slept with anyone else, the experience I’d had on the date I went had left me with a ton of confidence. The ending of the date with Dillon was a huge bonus as well.
Needless to say, the gentleman I’d gone out with wasn’t too amused with the fact that I left him alone inside the restaurant, especially considering how much we’d been teasing each other. I tried to explain to him what had happened, but he didn’t want to hear it. The man had planned on getting laid, and I left him with blue balls.
When I told Meghann the story, I thought she was going to die of laughter. That was one hotwife experience that she hadn’t been able to enjoy yet. In fact, she yelled at her husband when I told her and asked him why he’s never done that. Apparently, it’s being planned.
Since the original man wasn’t willing to give me a second date, Meghann offered to help me out. She had a client at work that was always looking for female company when he was in town. She told me that he was older, but that he didn’t look or act his age. The best part, according to her, was the fact that he had more money that he knew what to do with and he loved spending money on his dates. Money has never been a big thing to me, but if someone wanted to buy me a couple of gifts for me as part of our date, who was I to argue? I told her to go ahead and set it up.
His name was Jeff, and we spoke on the phone a few times to make sure we liked each other’s personalities and to get an overall feel for each other. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I didn’t pick up on any red flags, so we went ahead and set up a date.
Since he only came into town a few times a year, he wanted to make a day out of it. Dillon was working so he wasn’t able to see me off, but that was okay. I liked knowing that he would be at work all day, wondering exactly what I was doing while I was out.
My jaw dropped open when a full-sized limousine pulled out in front of my house. I knew the guy had money, but I had no clue it was going to be so on display. I was glad that all of our neighbors worked during the day or else I may have had a bunch of questions to answer, especially considering how nosy all of my neighbors are.
I found it odd that Jeff didn’t come to the door to get me, instead of sending his driver to let me know they had arrived. Figuring that was probably just the life he was used to, I didn’t think much of it.
The driver held the door open for me, and I slid in, laying eyes on Jeff for the first time. Meghann was right. The man looked far younger than his age, which I found to be a relief. There’s nothing wrong with an older man, as long as he aged well, but too many men fail to do that. Fortunately for me, this one had aged as gracefully as George Clooney.
Aside from his appearance, the first thing I noticed was his scent. A familiar smell greeted me as I sat across from him. A scent that I would recognize anywhere. He was wearing Polo Blue, the same cologne that my husband wears. I guess the other half doesn’t live that different after all.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” he said as I positioned myself in the seat.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied with a wink.
“Would you like a drink?”
“No thanks, it’s still early for me, or are you just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
“Oh, I don’t think I have to get you drunk to make that happen.”
There was s
omething about the way those words came out of his mouth. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but they didn’t sit right with me for some reason.
“So what are the plans for the day?” I asked, hoping to get the conversation moving in a different direction.
“I’ve got some ideas, but what we do all depends on you.”
“On me? What does that mean?”
“Let’s just say, the happier you make me, the happier you’ll be with today’s activities.”
He slid out of his seat and came over to sit next to me. Almost immediately, he had his hand on my leg and his lips on my neck. I tried to play it cool, but his aggressiveness was making me uncomfortable.
“Whoa, let’s slow it down a little bit. There will be plenty of time for that later,” I told him, throwing in a little laugh so it wouldn’t sound so harsh.
“I’m not a take it slow kind of guy. I live my life with the pedal to the metal.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, but I’d like to get to know you a little bit first.”
“That’s fine. Driver, take us to Cafe Sebastienne.”
“Cafe Sebastienne? I’ve never been there.”
“It’s a cool little lunch spot. I know the owner so we’ll be well taken care of,” he announced, moving back to his seat.
The ride to the restaurant was pretty quiet. It was clear that he was a man who didn’t like to be told no. I worried that maybe I came off too mean. After all, the whole purpose of being a hotwife is to have sex with other men. Still, I don’t think it was asking too much to be respected.
Being the type of girl who will go to a sports bar and order chicken wings, so to food at this restaurant was a little eclectic for my tastes. Not knowing what most of the menu was, I opted for the fish tacos while Jeff ordered something with goat cheese. The food was decent, but not worth anything near the price tag.
As soon as we got back into the limo, he started eyeballing me and sizing me up. I tried making small talk and asked what was up next, but he ignored what I was saying. Instead, he kept creeping closer and closer to me until I was pinned against the closed door.
