Wife Starts Dating Chapter 2
Three weeks has passed since Rachael had her first date as a hotwife. For a few years we had been working up this point in our nearly twenty years of marriage. With two almost grown children, we still maintained a quite active sex life and ventured into the Lifestyle a couple of years earlier.
It was Sunday morning; Rachel and I were in the breakfast nook having coffee. We'd awoken early that morning after an evening of making love. Rachel rode me to a climax for both of us before getting out of bed. I donned pajama pants and a tee shirt and headed to the kitchen via the front door for the Sunday paper. Getting the coffee maker going I sat at the nook and started reading the paper. Rachel appeared a few minutes later wearing a white tee shirt and baby blue silk panties. Her boobs shimmied and her erect nipples pushed at the tee shirt. She kissed me. I tweaked one of her nipples. She sat across from me and opened her tablet. She saw me look at her attire and said, "Don't worry, both our daughter and son left earlier for another day spent away from home. We won't see them until dinner time." She grabbed her iPad and scrolled through several pages as she sipped her coffee.
"Do we have any plans for Friday night, Babe?" She asked me. I looked up from my paper and saw she was absent mindedly pinching one of her nipples as she read her tablet.
"None that I am aware of. What do you have in mind?" I replied staring at her, well staring at her fingers massaging her nipple. "We do have Karla and Tim coming for dinner Saturday."
"And more than likely breakfast on Sunday," she smiled, continuing to pinch a nipple. Karla and Tim were a couple that we met on one of our first forays into wife sharing. We hit it off and got together for sex every six weeks or so. Our twins were seniors in high school and would be out of town on their Senior Trip, so next weekend was a good weekend to have adult 'sleepover guests.'
I reached across the table and took one of Rachel's breasts in my hand and squeezed. "What are you thinking for Friday night?"
"Well.... A gentleman has asked me out on a date."
"Really? Through that hotwife dating service?"
"Yes. I told you I subscribed last week. I finally completed my profile, and I have gotten an invite already. Well, I have gotten a few, but there is one that has piqued my interest."
"What does your profile look like?"
"Let me show you." She got up with her tablet and sat on the stool next to me. She showed me her page on the site. It stated that she was early forties (42), in great shape and health, and willing to be very adventurous. She enjoys giving and receiving oral; most positions including doggie, missionary, and cowgirl. Only allows her husband to penetrate her anally. Enjoys music and the outdoors. She had the photo that I took. She was posing provocatively with a side view showing her lovely figure, shapely legs, round ass, boobs with stiff nipples, and just a hint of her dark red bush. I took the photo and cropped it with nothing visible above her shoulders.
"So, what are the details?"
"He wants to meet at the Regency Place hotel in the city, have dinner, and decide on the evening plans from there."
"Do you want to go on a date?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Honey, I told you when we started this that it is up to you, how often, where, when and how you choose to do this. This is for your enjoyment."
She reached over and kissed me. Her tongue darted in my mouth. Pulling away she said, "For my enjoyment, huh? I think you get plenty of enjoyment out of your hotwife as well. How many times have we done it since my first date a couple of weeks ago. I think it has been every night and most mornings like this morning! I think you and your cock have enjoyed me plenty."
I must admit, the frequency and intensity of our sex has increased since she became a hotwife. All I can think about is when she will have another date to tell me about. I felt her hand start to stroke my hardon through my pajama pants. "See, you are hard! It has been what, twenty minutes since you were in my pussy. You like this as much as I do!"
"Yes. Yes, I do. Go ahead and accept the date." She took her hand off my cock and worked the mouse section of the tablet. I watched her click on the "Accept" button. She closed her tablet and stepped off the stool.
"Is that all you have to do?"
"Well, the gentleman will get back to me with the details like time, etc. I will get an email notification when he does. In the meantime, I am going to thank my husband." She removed her top and shook her boobs back and forth. She dropped to her knees and pulled my cock from my pajamas. She started licking the head, then licked down one side of my shaft and up the other. She slid her lips back down and suckled each of my balls as she stroked my shaft. Looking up at me she said, "I want you to cum on my nipples. Then I am going to go shower, and get dressed, probably one of my sundresses with no underwear. I plan to thank you until Friday." She started sucking my cock in earnest. It only took a few minutes before I spewed my load all over her boobs and nipples.
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I took off early on Friday afternoon. Arriving home I figured we needed to be on the road to the hotel in about thirty minutes. This would give Rachel enough time to shower and get ready for her date. Like the last time, I would wait in our hotel room and think about all the things Rachel may be experiencing. Walking into the bedroom, Rachel had several outfits on the bed including dresses, slacks, blouses, and panties. I asked what she was doing.
"I am trying to figure out what to wear."
"What wrong with what you have on?" She wore a pink tee shirt and jeans. Her pokies told me that she wore no bra, nor did I see any of her bras on the bed.
"I can't wear this to a date. I am thinking maybe this." She picked up a blue cocktail dress and held it up against her body. Turning to look in the mirror, she asked me what I thought.
The dress was short, probably mid-thigh. It had scalloped straps connecting to a deep neckline. I knew that she would be showing a lot of cleavage, hence no bras on the packing pile.
"I think that is a good choice. You look very sexy in that dress. If memory serves me, we have had a few intense nights that started with your wearing that dress. Your problem of what to wear seems to be solved."
