My wife's first sexual encounter with another guy was a success for all concerned; her young lawyer friend Matt, me, and her. She assumed that it would be a one time fling, because he worked and lived 300 miles from us. However, within the next month my wife received several telephone messages from Matt while at work. Since he could not directly reach my wife, he would leave a message with the excuse that he needed to talk to her about being a medical consultant to one of his clients.
When she was able to return his phone call, he mentioned that he would have some meetings in a small town about 100 miles from our city and wanted my wife to hook up with him. She arranged a weekday off from work and would meet him at his motel off the interstate highway. Since she wasn't certain of my response, she asked if it would be okay. Of course, I said yes. I couldn't believe how hot our lovemaking sessions had been since her first sexual encounter. Since this was out-of-town, she planned to spend the night with him in his motel.
The afternoon of rendezvous, she packed a small suitcase with makeup and such; but no nighties or pajamas. She was dressed in a long, colorful, and flowing dress. (Why do men and women have such different opinions on what looks good? I would have dressed her in a short dress, heels, hose, sheer bra, and no panties.) As she was getting ready to leave, a girl friend came by for a visit. My wife doesn't like to lie, but she made up an excuse and sped off in her car. At a later date, she would tell Mari the truth.
It took my wife about 2 hours to drive to Matt's motel. She knocked on his door and was greeted by his smiling face and a tender kiss. Once inside of his room, Matt said, "We can't go out in public tonight for dinner; because this is a small town and someone from my client's business might recognize us."
Disappointed my wife said, "I passed a liquor store and a pizza parlor on the road here. Why don't you go get some wine and pizza?"
While Matt was gone, my wife took a shower and redid her makeup and hair. She put on a dress shirt of Matt's that was lying on the sofa. She liked the smell of his cologne and his starched collar. She buttoned only the two lowest buttons allowing a nice view of her cleavage and nipples. She turned on the radio to some soft romantic music and was relaxing on the sofa.
Since Matt was taking longer than planned, she began to play with her nipples and clit. She closed her eyes and dreamed about the night ahead and the next day with me. She was startled by Matt's knock at the door. She opened the door and he was pleasantly surprised to see her in his shirt. "You look so damn hot; I could eat you before the pizza!"
My wife said, "No, don't you remember that I am the dessert?"
