This is just a fantasy. Donna and I have done lots of role acting and playing with toys pretending that she is being shared with other guys.
Donna started to talk about going out on her own to bed another man. I guess this is what I think that might look like.
Donna was taking a long bath. I brought her a glass of cold white wine to enjoy whilst she is soaked. It was deep and hot and full of bubbles. There was subtle lighting and there was my job to get her prepared for going out. So I shaved her legs and her pussy, so that it was smooth and bare. After she had dried herself, and massaged her all over and occasionally she squeezed my cock through my trousers.
She wore stockings and suspenders at the smallest with the wicked weasel pants that she has. She wore a pretty blue dress and look gorgeous. I had arranged the date as Donna wasn't that confident to do it herself. I had identified a couple of potential mates for her to meet. I shared their profiles with her and she had selected Andre's. Andre was a tall athletic looking man, he came across as being quite direct confident and smooth. They messaged back and forwards over a couple of weeks and Donna continue to warm to the idea. It was actually Donna that suggested they take it to the next level and meet.
Tonight was date night. They arranged to meet in town about an hour from where we live. I have booked Donna a nice hotel, no Premier Inn. Whether or not she takes full advantage of the place or not she would need somewhere to sleep, as she would be having a drink or two. So there was the moment of truth, Donna was all dressed up and looking amazing. I had a hard on and I just wanted to hump her myself.I told her so in no uncertain terms. As we kissed before she left I checked; I put my hand in her pants to see how wet she was already. As I had anticipated she was well wet.
I reminded her that I was hoping for some photographs from her phone as the evening progressed. She smiled and said I would have to wait and see. I followed her journey on the iPhones and saw that she went to the hotel and checked it. She rang me from there about 10 minutes later, and ask me one final time, "Do you still want this? I can come home now."
I gulped and said, "Yes."
The phone call ended shortly after that. I tracked Donna as she left the hotel and went to a nearby bar, the one they had agreed to meeting.
What's written next comes from what Donna told me about the night, when she got home the day after.
Andre was already at the bar, and they recognised each other immediately. They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. She was not disappointed, it was exactly like his photo. About 6 foot tall and built like a rugby play, Donna was very impressed and pleased. He was well dressed and had well polished shoes. He bought her a drink and made witty small talk. He put his arm around her and guided her to a booth. They clinked their glasses and Andre made a toast hoping that they both had a great night. Donna smiled and nodded. They were sat opposite each other and Donna says they just chatted easily, getting to know each other. After another drink Donna decided it was time to do something bold, having released one of her shoes she started playing footsie with his calf working up to his inner thigh. He seemed more than pleased with this and after a short while suggested she come round to his side of the booth, which she willingly did. Donna sent me a picture of the two of them at this point and they looked like any ordinary couple together for a night out. I found out later that she had already kissed and French kissed him at this point. In fact whilst the picture was been taken his hand was on her stocking tops, inches from her pussy. Only a few minutes later he progressed to stroking her pussy through the same material of her tiny pants. She confessed she was soaking at this point, it had been so long so she had touched by another man. She wasn't being shy either, she had checked she wouldn't be disappointed later; by stroking him over his trousers and she got the reaction she was expecting as something stirred and grew in his pants. Little did she know how big. Mind you she's always said go big or go home.