Summary: A man wishes he could meet a hot wife, one day he has the perfect opportunity, if he can make it work.
Keywords: MF, sex, hot wife, work, cheating, married
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Dating is far harder than televisions makes it seem, at least that's how I always saw it. Finding something to talk about for an hour and a half is hard enough and being remotely interested in them after hearing that much about them is equally hard.
It's one of the reasons I look for one-night stands. It's also why I'm interested in women who looked for purely physical relationships. This desire brought me to a message board for "hotwives". Hot wives you may ask Well they're the greatest social concept since the hookup.
A hot wife is a married woman who has the permission of her husband to fool around with other men, even having sex with them. That's all the fun, with none of the relationship required. There are some hot wives who look to date, but from what I read a majority of them just wanted to be with someone different. That was exactly what I'm willing to provide.
Well, it's what I'm willing to provide if I could figure out how to meet these women. Some women were upfront inviting emails, but I didn't have a clue how to contact them. "Hello, I'd like to have sex with you" seemed like the wrong tactic. Other women offered a party or a gangbang where anyone coming could enjoy them. A little too wild and messy for my taste. I followed the posts and stuck to my one-night stands.
I always considered them an unobtainable fantasy.
When I was at work I would browse the message board while in the bathroom, or in the break room. I loved how wild it was looking at these women when I was getting paid to do something else.
One day a woman posted a picture of her in a blue corset, and nothing else claiming it's what she was wearing under her clothes while shopping. I loved looking at these naughty but liberated women. They loved to show off their body and get guys drooling over them. Usually they would get a huge amount of compliments and people hooting and hollering at them. This image was not the exception as there was at least 30 or 40 comments.
I read some and then I noticed she was replying. This was normal, one guy was begging to know where she was shopping. She toyed with him, and I loved the way she was flirting, and then she said it.
"I will be at ____ _____ (a home improvement store) in Winter Park at 3:00 pm. Check the lumber aisle." I checked the phone, she posted it at 2:50 pm and it was 2:58 pm. This wouldn't mean anything, except I worked at that exact store. I wore the orange apron, I dealt with the customers, I was already where this woman was going.
I checked her name, hotcpl238. Shit, I couldn't go and ask each woman in the store if they were a hot couple. Maybe I'd get away with it, but more than likely my manager would hear about the weirdo employee propositioning people. That wouldn't work.
This was the perfect chance for me to meet a hot wife and I had no clue how to find her. I looked at my phone as it changed to 2:59 pm and I realized I knew what I had to do, at least the first thing I had to do was get over that lumber aisle and see if I could figure out which woman was wearing that sexy blue corset. What I'd do after that depended on how successful I was.
As I left the bathroom I ran into a woman almost knocking her down. I apologized to her and she asked me to help her with some door locks. That was on the other side of the store from the lumber department. I would have loved to ditch her and run towards the lumber department but I knew that wouldn't be looked upon kindly.
The woman led me through the store, I kept looking at every woman I could find, hoping one of them would have a sign they were wearing a corset under their clothes. Of course there were no signs. It was probably because I was looking in the wrong aisle. I knew where the woman would be, I just had to reach her and get there in time.
As we reached the locks, I tried to help the customer as best I could. The good news was that it wasn't my section, the bad news is Brian the lazy bum who ran that section was nowhere to be seen, so I couldn't hand her off, and continue with what I wanted to do.
Every question she asked was time I was spending not meeting my destiny. I kept trying to be helpful but I realized I was answering as fast as I could with anything I could help her with. Eventually she reached the questions I didn't have answers for. After getting frustrated, she asked the best question I ever heard. "Is there someone else who would know?"
I almost hugged her and thanked her but instead I rushed off claiming I would find the person who knew everything about the aisle over my shoulder. I started to walk through the store. A few people tried to get my attention but I claimed I was on a mission, I had to find someone to help the lady looking at door locks. Following the normal procedure, I radioed into the dispatch telling them that Brian had a customer who needed help, gave them a description and continued to looking for him.
Within minutes I had crossed the store on a mission to find Brian. When I reached the lumber aisle, my heart sunk. No sign of Brian not that I expected him to be there, but even worse, no sign of anyone else. The aisle was empty. I must have missed out. I shook my head and walked down the aisle hoping somehow that would help.
As I walked I noticed a woman at the far end of the aisle. She turned the corner and starting down the aisle. The woman was a brunette with a wife look in her hair cut and not a lot of makeup on. She was wearing a dark button-up shirt, a skirt, and tennis shoes, so I couldn't see if she was the woman, but there was another clue.
There is an easy way to tell if a customer was looking for something or just idly walking. This woman didn't even look at anything for more than a second, she never looked at a price, she didn't look at the signs of the aisle, and she wasn't moving fast enough as if she was happy to just stroll. It might make sense for someone to do that in a mall, but window shopping at our store was reserved for kids whose parents were shopping.
I would typically ignore the window shoppers unless they needed help but seeing a woman strolling down the lumber aisle, and I realized I didn't need to know if this woman was wearing the blue corset. The fact we had an uninterested woman walking around the lumber pile at the right time made it clear.
I watched and thought about what I would say. Her eyes flashed over me and she appeared to ignore me once she realized I was an employee. That didn't hurt, but it just reinforced my guess that she wasn't here for business. I walked towards her and remembered how to greet guests in the store.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Do you need any help finding anything?" I tried to be as polite as possible. I still wasn't sure how to approach a woman to offer sex, but I told myself I had to give this a shot. I felt my face blushed as I talked to her.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just looking."
