IMPORTANT: The narrator of the chapter is the character whose name is in parentheses in the chapter title.
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Chapter 1 – How it Began (Paul)
Lisa, my wife, is getting dressed for a date night. We have been very happily married 12 years. We are both 34 years old, with me being a couple of months older. Luck was on my side when I chose to attend the same university as Lisa. We came from opposite ends of the country. I am from California and Lisa is from Georgia. We both grew up living near the beach and laugh when we tell friends we are both from the beach it just happens our beaches were on different oceans. After we got married we moved to Lisa's hometown to settle down and begin our lives together.
Lisa is a woman who takes care of herself. She is petite, standing only 5 feet 2 inches tall and tipping the scales at 102. She is a brunette with her hair cut short to expose her lower ear lobes and cover her neck in the back. Her eyes are beautiful emerald green. When she walks past a group of men heads always turn. I love standing back and watching when this happens. She enjoys acting as if she doesn't notice the attention. If one of the guys should whistle or say something she will glance back at them and give them her million dollar sexy smile then keep walking.
I always enjoy seeing her do this and we will sometimes plan it so I can watch from a distance as she tempts and teases the guys. Lisa could have easily been a model, but she told me she is not tall enough to do any serious modeling. I have argued petite women's clothing needs to be modeled, but she just grins and tells me she prefers to model for me.
Unless she is just hanging out around the house my wife is seldom in anything other than a skirt or dress. She wears heels, because she thinks she needs the extra height. I don't argue since they shape her legs and cute little ass very nicely.
One of my favorite things to do is wait for her to get dressed for one of her dates and see her as she comes out of the bedroom. I always know she will be dressed in something that compliments her body and at the same time will harden the cock of any man, who is not gay.
Today I planned it so I could be finished mowing the yard in time to be here to see her just before her date arrives to pick her up. Yes that is right, my wife's date night is not with me. She doesn't even know who I have arranged for her to spend the evening with.
You see my wife and I are into the Hotwife lifestyle. I enjoy setting her up with other men and she likes the variety and suspense of not knowing who she will be spending the evening with. A typical date consists of dinner and oftentimes will include dancing, but the one thing that always happens is she ends up with the guy's cock in her.
I set up her dates, but only after getting to know the guy and being confident she will be safe. I try to find new guys, but some of her favorites I will call upon now and then. The first time she knows who she will be spending the night with is when he comes to the door, rings the bell and she opens the door. I enjoy seeing the look on her face, especially with the new guys.
She never refuses to leave with whomever I have arranged her date to be with. Unless the guy is a real asshole he will get to fuck her. Those are the two rules we established when we first began doing this almost five years ago. I have a spot, inside the house, I watch from where her date can't see me. She knows exactly where I am and it always excites her knowing I am watching. There have been a few times I had my hard cock in my hand as I watched her meet her date.
Lisa is always excited when it is one of the guys she has been with before, because I only call upon guys she really liked the best, for any repeat dates. All the men know their date with my wife will likely be a one time thing. They know additional dates are possible but rare and that their chances of a second date, or more, is only possible if they show her a very good time. They also know I arrange her dates and she will not cheat on me. She will only let a guy fuck her if I am the one who arranged the date and am fully aware of what she is doing.
This will probably sound strange, but the place I like finding potential dates for her is at the gym. It actually makes sense when you think about it.
Lisa likes that I workout to keep healthy and in shape and she almost always goes with me to the gym. We never drive there together or act as if we know each other. Her membership is even in her maiden name so staff is unaware that we are married.
I hang around in the area where she is and watch the guys. If I see someone who is taking notice of her more than usual, or even better those who try to drum up a conversation with her I follow them and try to start a conversation. I end up heading back to the locker room when the potential date finishes his workout. We both prefer the married guys, so if he isn't wearing a wedding ring, the chances of him being selected are dramatically reduced. Married guys are less likely to cause trouble.
The gyms usually have open showers allowing me to check out his breeding tools. He has to be above average in size to be considered. If he passes that test I will look for him the next time I come and eventually get to know him. After I have convinced myself he is a candidate we will have developed a quasi friendship. I will then gently ease the conversation into the hot sexy woman he met. I will eventually let him know she is my wife and explain what we are into. I have never had a guy turn me down once I get around to offering to let him take my wife on a date.
I enjoy her dates especially when the guy is someone new. If it is some guy from the gym, Lisa seldom recognizes them. There are so many guys who try to strike up conversations with her and my process of vetting the guys takes so long, she usually does not remember them hitting on her.
This particular Saturday evening I know will be good since it is a guy she has never dated and he first approached her at the gym over six months earlier. I am sure she will not remember him. When I eventually decided to offer him a date I made one last check of his equipment and as we were standing at the mirror drying our hair I asked, "Carl, are you too busy to grab a cup of coffee?"
He answered, "No, sounds good. Meet you out at the snack bar."
The plan was in motion. It didn't matter I had done this many times before, it still provided me with a rush of excitement knowing I was about to offer my sexy wife to another guy. I quickly got dressed and headed to the snack bar. It was not busy and as I was standing at the counter to place my order Carl showed up. I pointed to a table in the corner I had picked out for us to sit and talk. "I have this, be there as soon as I pay," I said letting him know I was paying for the coffee.
Carl not only had a nice size cock and balls, he also had a great body. He was muscular with almost no body fat. If he wanted to put more time into his workouts he could be a body builder. As it was he wasn't overly muscular like the body builders, but he had no trouble getting Lisa's attention.
I paid for the two cups of coffee and took them to the table. Carl thanked me and we talked about the workout we had just finished and how we felt it had gone. I slowly turned the conversation to women by asking, "Have you seen that hot little brunette with those amazing green eyes?"
"You mean the little short one with short brown hair?"
"Yea, that is her. She is smoking hot."
"Yea man she really is a hot one. There are several hot gals here, but she has to be the best. The only problem is she is wearing a wedding ring and that really sucks. Why are all the good ones married?"
"I don't know, but tell me, if you could, would you fuck her?"
"Hey man, I am a red blooded male. Who wouldn't give up one of his balls to fuck a woman as hot as that, but like I said, she is married. I don't want to get sideways with a jealous husband, if you know what I mean."
"I do understand what you are saying, but let me tell you something. I know her and she is even hotter in bed than she looks."
"NO SHIT!?!? You have fucked that pussy?"
Nodding my head I said, "I am not shitting you. I have fucked her and I can assure you that pussy is amazing."
Carl looked at me as if he was trying to decide if he believed me, then asked, "What about her husband? Is she really married or is the ring a fake to just keep the guys away."
"First off the ring is legit, she is married. Second, with regard to fucking her, I haven't fucked her just once, I have that pussy several times a week. That sexy little bomb shell is my wife, her name is Lisa."
Carl pushed back from the table, and as he was getting up held his hands up in front of him and said, "Seriously Paul, I didn't mean to disrespect you or her. I had no idea..."
I cut him off by saying, "Carl, please sit back down. I am not mad and everything I said is true, she is my wife. I should know how fucking sexy she looks. I love it when guys look at her the way you do. Now sit back down, please."
Carl took his seat, but it was clear he was not comfortable with the situation. I said, "Have you ever heard of the Hotwife lifestyle?"
He nodded his head indicating he had. I continued, "My wife and I are into that. You see I find guys I want to take her on a date. I then set up the dates. Normally a guy picks her up at our house and takes her someplace nice for dinner. If he wants to take her dancing she is a magnificent dancer. The only thing required is you have to fuck her before returning her home. If you want to spend the night with her, I just need to know in advance. If the two of you hit it off, most likely there will be other dates in the future, but this is not guaranteed. There are only two guarantees. The first is you will get a first date and the second is you will get to fuck that hot body. I will also tell you if you think she looks hot and sexy here, just wait until you see her when she dresses up to impress her date. I am here to tell you she is smoking hot when a guy takes her on a date."
Carl was listening to my every word, but he was also acting very cautious. Finally he said, "Tell me the truth. This is not some practical joke. You seriously are offering to let me take your wife on a date and the stipulation is I have to fuck her before bringing her home?"
Smiling I said, "That is the long and short of it. To be honest I have checked you out in the shower and I believe my wife will not only make you very happy, I am pretty sure if you know how to use what you have hanging between your legs, you will make her happy as well."
Placing his hands on both sides of his head he said, "This has to be a fucking dream. If it is will you do me a favor and promise to not pinch me and wake me up?"
I laughed and said, "I promise, and I assure you while this may be a dream date, it is not a dream."
He was still having trouble getting his mind around everything and said, "I just can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it. Are you free Saturday night?"
