My Wife Goes Out on a Date

Susan and I have been married for about nine years now. We met just after college, hit it off, and got married pretty soon afterwards. We've both had decent jobs, at least enough to afford a reasonably sized townhouse. I work from my office at home, and Susan works a regular job as a dental assistant.

She was much more sexually experienced than I was when we met. I didn't actually tell her I was a virgin before her, but unless she was blind, she could have told I wasn't very experienced. She said later on that she found it "endearing" compared with what she had experienced in college.

Our sex life has been great, by all accounts. Even after getting married. She is down for sex whenever I'm up for it, and probably wants it more often than I feel like. But she's never seriously complained about my performance at all. My cock is not going to get me a contract for porn anytime soon, but I'm solidly above the national average. And if I can't get it into gear, I'm more than willing to give her attention with my mouth until she's had enough orgasms.

That day was a Monday, her practice was closed on Mondays, so she usually spent the morning running errands and meeting up with friends. That morning, she came home later than usual, clearly fidgeting and jumpy, and, well, very clearly aroused. I marked my status as away for lunch at work, and sat down with her on the couch.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked with a laugh as I pulled her onto my lap.

"You mean what hasn't gotten into me" she giggled.

I pulled off her panties and began to rub her pussy under her skirt. She was soaking wet. "Well, something has gotten you all dripping, did you just miss me and want someone to eat your pussy?"

She moaned and hugged me, clearly enjoying my fingers.

"I ran into an old friend from college."

"Oh, ran into him? By the looks of it he ran inside of *you*."

She laughed. "I wish."

"You do, do you?" I asked, "So tell me about this "guy from college", is this one of your lovers from that time?"

Susan had confessed to me early on that she had been, well, a bit of a slut during her college years. She was never really specific about how much "a bit" actually meant. I had spent hours imagining her getting gang-banged by college students while jacking off. She always denied anything extreme and refused to talk much about her "number", which just made me more aroused whenever it came up.

"No, I never fucked him, if that's what you're asking."

"Right."

"But I wanted to. I asked him out a couple of times, but he was always with someone else."

"Sounds like a loyal guy" I said, as I started to push multiple fingers inside of her, slowly working her pussy up to a fervor.

"So, what did you two talk about that got you all hot and bothered?"

She looked away from me, and pushed my hand away from her pussy. I put it on her leg, and pulled her a bit closer.

"Well?"

She seemed quiet for a minute, and then blurted out "We talked about what we were doing in life, jobs, life after college. That sort of thing. Apparently he just got divorced."

"That's it?"

"Well... he just sent me a text, and asked me out on a date."

"Really? He's asked married women out on a date? Doesn't actually sound like a loyal guy to me."

She was silent again.

"I didn't tell him I was married."

She looked at me like she was guilty.

"You didn't?" I asked, "And why would that be?"

She didn't say anything.

"Could it be you were trying to pick him up?"

She blushed and looked away.

"So what did you say when he asked?"

More silence.

"I uhh.... haven't responded... yet" she confessed.

"Oh, really?" I pulled her legs back open began stroking her again "Why would that be?"

She moaned, clearly lost in thought.

"Well? Why didn't you turn him down?" I asked her smiling.

"I... I just got so fucking wet thinking about him, I couldn't think straight." she said as she breathed out.

"So you were trying to pick him up, then?"

She bit her lip and nodded and let a moan out as I moved my fingers around.

"Well?" I asked.

"Yes!" she gasped, she moaned louder and moved her hips against my fingers, pushing them deeper.

"Yes, what?" I teased her. She starting moaning louder as I started finger fucking her in earnest "Yes what? Tell me what you want...."

"YES, YES, oh god, YES I want to fuck him I want his cock, oh god I'm coming baby fuuuck" she screamed, as her body shuddered to orgasm.

I held her as she caught her breath and recovered. We sat there in silence and just held each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Do you hate me?" she asked quietly.

I kissed her, and held her tight. "Of course not. What woman wouldn't want to go on a hot date with an old lover."

"He's not an old lover, I told you." she paused for a minute "What are you saying?"

"Well, if my wife wants to go on a hot date and get laid because she's so horny, who am I to argue?"

"Wait, are you sure? Because I'm not going to say no to that. If I respond to him, I'm not going to change my mind. I am fucking serious, if you start this, you better not be playing any games with me like this."

"Honey, listen. I've thought about things like this happening for years. You don't want to know how many times I got off to thinking about you being with another man... or men. And you know what I love most is knowing you're getting off" which was true, many nights I only ate her pussy, not even worrying about getting my own orgasm. "I can promise that as long as you come back tonight afterwards, there will be no problems with me. Well, unless he hurts you or something, obviously. That'll be a big problem."

She bit her lip "Let me think about this for a minute", and pushed my head down into her crotch. I ate her out to two screaming orgasms before she pulled me up and sat down.

She kissed me "Are you really sure about this? What if I can't stop?"

I placed my hand on hers and slid it down my pants. She pushed my hand away, undid my pants and pulled my cock out, which was achingly hard.

"What do you mean" I asked, "what if you can't stop fucking him? What if you want to see him again?" I moaned as she stroked me "What if you don't want to let me fuck you anymore? What if the only time I get to touch your pussy is when I'm licking his cum out of it?" I moaned on the edge of orgasm.

She eased up on the stroking "Oh, I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she laughed. "Is that what you want tonight? You want me to bring home a sloppy pussy for you to lick?" She stopped stroking me and just smiled and kissed me.

I kissed her back and moaned "mmmm, yes please" into her mouth. We kissed and rubbed each other for a while just enjoying the fantasy.

She started stroking my cock again "Mmm... but what if I get pregnant? You want your beautiful wife to get knocked up by another man?" she smiled, as she knew what buttons of mine to push.

That did it, my cock exploded all over her hand as I twitched in orgasm. She cuddled me and rubbed my cock as my orgasm subsided "Well, I guess that answers that." she giggled "Don't worry, I'm not going to take out the IUD or anything tonight" she kissed me and whispered "at least for now...". I moaned again as we kissed.

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After getting cleaned up and straightening up, I went back to my office to get the rest of the day's work done. I was in a daze and my heart pounding that this was actually happening. She was actually going to go through with this.

She came into my office to talk.

"So, uhh, you're sure you're okay with this?"

"Yes, of course." I kissed her "I've thought about things like this for a long, long time."

"Right, but fantasy is one thing, reality...."

"Look, don't worry about what I feel, I'm not going to leave you. Period. You can trust me." I responded firmly "Anyway, have you responded to him yet?"

"No, I'm too nervous. I feel like a teenager on her first date."

"Well, do you want to do it together?"

"Okay, come here" and she pulled up a seat.

After some back and forth rewriting the response together, she responded to him by text with a very ordinary "Hi Nathan, it was great catching up with you today. Yes! I'm free tonight and would love to go out for dinner."

"Just dinner?" I asked her.

She just looked at me and smirked "I can't exactly send him a picture of my pussy for a first date, he'd get the wrong idea."

"Oh, I think his idea would be perfectly accurate."

She rolled her eyes and the text tone dinged "That's great, what time can I pick you up?" he responded.

She thought about this looking conflicted "Uhh, wait, I can't have him pick me up here with you home can I?"

"Just say you'll meet him nearby and get an Uber there or something."

I left her to it, and went back to trying in vain to concentrate on the rest of my work while she sorted out the arrangements, her initial nervousness all gone now. She came back in with an excited gleam in her eye "Okay, I have a date, I said I'll meet him at the restaurant at 7:30." She could barely sit still she was so excited.

I was almost as excited as she was, the butterflies in my stomach making it impossible to concentrate. "Oh, but what am I going to wear?" she blurted out, as an entire new area of concern overtook her. She left the office and ran up to the bedroom.

I reluctantly turned back to work, closed several more tickets, and put a message into the work group chat "Have to head out a bit early, all tickets are closed." I ran upstairs to the bedroom, only to find that she had nearly all her dress party clothes spread out on the bed.

"I have no idea what I should wear to this, what do you think?"

"Are you asking me to help my wife get dressed to go out and get laid with someone else?"

She smiled, grabbed me, and kissed me. "Yes, dear, help your wife get ready to go out get some cock" she said as she squeezed my cock hard through my pants.

I helped her try on her various dresses until we settled on a long black nearly formal party dress that she had originally got for our anniversary date three years ago.

"I think this looks perfect on you" I said, "sexy, but still elegant. I mean you don't want to come off looking like too much of a slut, do you?"

She laughed "Yeah, couldn't have him thinking that about me, could I"

We spent the next little while getting her cleaned up, showered, and having her do her makeup. By the end of the process she looked stunning.

As she was getting ready to call the Uber, I came up and hugged her. I moved into kiss her and she said "Woah, not now, you'll mess my makeup up."

"Oh, you don't want me kissing you there, fine" I keeled down and pulled up her dress getting between her legs "I'll just have to kiss you goodbye here". I pulled aside her panties and proceeded to lick her and suck on her clit "Noooo... I have to go now, the driver is on it's way....." she trailed off as she came against my mouth.

"You happy now?" she asked as she straightened up and got her purse.

"Very. Remember, come back tonight. If he doesn't give you a ride, I can come and get you. Obviously call me if anything comes up."

"Of course, honey" she said, as the driver pulled up into the driveway.

"Have a good time. I love you." I said, as she walked out the door.

"I love you too."

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The next several hours were the longest of my life. I went from having a raging hardon to being worried that she wouldn't come home at all. What if she really does fall for this other guy? What if I just managed to fuck my life up because my cock couldn't keep it's thoughts to itself? What kind of idiot am I? I had a perfect marriage and I just told my wife to go fuck another man.

These thoughts went round and round in my head, the anxiety in my stomach would wax and wane, and periodically I would feel that sudden drop in my gut when I remembered what was actually happening. Every car that even came near the house made me run to the window to check if it was her. Every time something moved outside, it would send me racing. I swore I wasn't going to ruin the night by risking any drinking, so it was hours of strung out nerves just waiting.

Finally at about quarter to midnight, I hear a car pull up. I look outside and see her getting out. It looked like another Uber, so she didn't have him drop her off at the door to her husband, freshly fucked and dripping cum. Even I rolled my eyes as that fantasy came to mind.

As she came up to the door, I opened it as she was getting her keys out.

"Hi...." I said, not really knowing what to say.

She came inside and set her things down, took her shoes off, and went into the living room to sit down on a chair.

"So.... uhh, how was it?"

She gestured towards me as she opened her legs and took off her, clearly sticky and soiled, panties "Don't you have something you wanted to do?" she asked.

I needed no encouragement, I climbed between her legs as fast as I could and started sucking on her. My hardon was aching as I drowned myself in their combined juices. I'd like to say that my face was covered in his cum pouring out while she came all over me screaming at me to clean her out, but the reality was far less intense. There was clearly some cum stuck to her outsides, and I definitely could taste the difference, but it was more the psychological thrill of cleaning her up that was getting me off. It wasn't long before she grabbed my head and started bucking her hips, and I felt her body convulse.

"Was that good for you, babe?" she smiled looking down at me.

"Fuck yes" I breathed, as I got up and sat beside her on the arm of the chair "So, how was it? Tell me what happened."

"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked looking at me seriously.

"Of course."

"You might not like it."

"Now you have to tell me."

"Okay, come upstairs and fuck me, and I'll tell you everything."

We went up to the bedroom, threw the remaining clothing still on the bed from before off onto the floor, and jumped on the bed. She pushed me down and climbed ontop of me, sliding my cock home into her eagerly.

"Mmmm... that's nice. So, you want to hear all about me getting fucked by another man?" she teased.

"Yes, baby. Tell me all about it."

"You sure?"

"Yes! Fuck..." I groaned as she moved her hips back and forth on my engorged cock.

"Okay, well... if you want to know how it was..." she kissed me as I kept fucking her slowly "... it was terrible."

"What?" I said, and stopped fucking her to make sure I heard her right.

"He was terrible. Not only was his cock unimpressive, he clearly had no idea what to do. He brought me back to his place, we made out, that was good" she said as she smiled. "I was so fucking wet the whole night he could have done anything to me", then she chuckled "well, I guess he did something to me."

"He took me to his bed, he didn't even undress me, just told me to get undressed, and then he just lied down, and had me suck his cock. And again, we're not talking about a very impressive cock here. He also was uhh fucking hairy down there and it didn't smell like he had showered" she made a face like she was vomiting. "Anyway, he pushed my head down onto his cock and expected me to deep throat him or whatever." She sighed, "Well, I didn't need a very *deep* throat if you know what I mean."

"Anyway, after he was hard, he flipped me around, and just jammed it in from behind. I was already kinda turned off by that point, so it wasn't exactly pleasant. He was clearly enjoying himself, but at that point I was just annoyed and wanted to leave" she made a disgusted face.

"If I didn't know you were at home expecting a creamy pussy to clean up, I probably would have just gotten out of there then. But, anyway, I guess he came. I didn't really feel much when he came other than the gross sounds he made. He tried to play with my ass, but like fucking no ewww. Fucking yuck."

"So yeah, there's not much more to say. After he came, he looked like he was starting to doze off, so I just got up, dressed and left without saying anything." she said, as she looked kind of bored remembering it "Oh, I blocked all his number and shit on the phone, so hopefully I never run into him ever again."

She looked down at me sheepishly, aware that my cock had subsided "Sorry it's not what you wanted to hear. I know you wanted me to go out and get pounded by an amazing lover, and come back and tease you about how good it was and stuff, but yeah, ugh."

"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started. I was not expecting to feel guilty for encouraging my wife to fuck someone she was attracted to.

She cut me off "Look, don't. I wanted this too. But yeah, I guess I got spoiled by having someone like you as a lover" she said as she leaned down and kissed me.

"Do you regret it?" I asked.

"No, not really. It was just bad sex, it's not like I haven't had lots of bad sex in my life" she said. "You get used to the feeling of being fucked by a shitty greedy lover when you've done it enough times."

"And, uhh, how many times have you done it exactly?" I asked as my cock hardened and twitched inside of her, as it always does when talking about her previous sex life.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she smiled as she squeezed her pussy around my cock in response "Anyway, it's not like he raped me or anything. And besides, it was still a fun night, even if his cock couldn't please a fly." she said.

"What was fun about it?" I asked, curious.

"You." she said as she kissed me "When you were getting me ready to go out and fuck another man, I was so fucking hot for you. I wanted to throw you down and rape you just as I was calling my ride. That was so fucking just.... " she groaned as she paused to rub her clit hard, and got herself off ontop of me. "God that was amazing. I was so in love with you, I don't know how to describe how you made me feel. I love you so much baby. And how you went down on me when you got home" she closed her eyes and started rocking back and forth on my cock until she had a short orgasm "holy fuck, that was so fucking sexy, I was looking forward to that the whole date. I wanted him to flood me with cum and make you drown in it. Sorry it ended up being a dribble." She laid down and hugged me.

We cuddled together as she caught her breath laying ontop of me. "I had no idea how much you wanted this" she said "or I would have cheated on you sooner."

"Hey! Is it really cheating if I get you ready to go fuck the guy?" I said with a smile.

"I guess not..." she said. She appeared lost in her thoughts for a while and we cuddled more.

"What if I hadn't brought this up with you, but went and fucked him anyway?" she asked with a more serious tone.

"What do you mean? Like if you came home tonight saying you had cheated on me? Or if I had caught you? Or you had an affair with him? Like what do you mean?"

"I mean, how would you feel if you found out I've cheated on you before?" she asked, with a bit less playfulness than I was expecting.

My cock, with a mind of it's own, found itself rock hard again.

"Have you?" I said, not sure that I knew what the answer was.

"You're answering my questions now." she said as she felt my hard cock and started rocking back and forth again "How would you react if you found out I had fucked someone else during our marriage?"

"I don't know...." I said, as my mind wandered thinking about it. Is she serious or just playing with me? I thought back to everyone we had known while were were married that she could have had an affair with. *Had* she had an affair and I missed it? I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, but I know I'm not the most astute observer. As images of her cheating on me with her boss, her coworkers, our friends, and even my brother flashed through my mind, that was it for my cock. I groaned and came hard inside of her to the mental image of her getting gang-banged by a circle of friends and family.