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.”
If you want the details of the date, message me and I’ll send to you! DMs open!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p8na5n/my_real_sex_diary_entry_2_first_date_as_a_hotwife
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