Hotwifing was still very new to me, but the thrill of new experiences was still raging within me. I had arranged a meet up with the latest guy in my usual way, a few flirty messages exchanged on my favourite lifestyle app and ultimately a date for “drinks and see if there’s a vibe”. I never thought I’d ever meet a guy and sleep with him on a first date, but this new lifestyle has changed so many things about how I approach things, if the vibe feels right, then I’m all in to see what’s next!
I arrive at a funky cocktail bar in the city at the prearranged time. I’d sent a pic of me in one of my latest sexy outfits, not too sexy, just enough to suggest I’m up for some fun, this one was various shades of pink with some flowers, and a lot of back visible, and pretty short. He’d sent a pic of him in a button down shirt and jeans… and of course his chiselled jaw and biceps clearly visible under the shirt. I knew he had a good body, because he had shard pics, but like a gentleman hadn’t immediately shared an assortment of dick pics.