(This is a true story of my wife's and my adventures over the past summer. Even though it is true we have changed the names and the names of places to protect those involved. For those readers who have not read the other two installments, they are entitled; Oh No! and Routine Duties. Both stories detail the results of Jan's adventures in sex-role playing and how she got caught by one of the upper management personnel from where she worked. We have enjoyed reading all of the comments that have been sent to us by the readers but we want to remind you that what we have written really happened and we have attempted to tell it as close to how it happened as possible. Thank you for waiting patiently for each installment.)
I was having a hard time concentrating on the television, so I tried reading a book, which also didn't work, so I tried a magazine. When reading a magazine became impossible I decided to go into my bedroom and find something else to amuse myself. I started by looking through a drawer in my nightstand where we keep our sex toys and Jan's vibrators. I also have a small album of photos of Jan in nude poses and scantily clad in lingerie or other sexy attire. I pulled out the photo album and began looking at Jan's poses in the nude while vacationing in the Bahamas last winter. This gave me an immediate hard-on as she is probably the most sexually exciting woman I have ever seen and she looked great exposing her breasts and buns for the world to see. But this sure didn't help me pass the time while Jan was out on a date with Chuck Hassek, her john, so I closed the book and took out my cock.
I lay on the bed fantasizing about Jan and what she was doing on her date. I envisioned her riding his fat cock and this helped me to masturbate and cum all over my stomach and cock. I cleaned myself up and looked again at the clock. Damn, it was only 9:30, her date had started at 7:00 and I didn't expect her home for a couple more hours. I then went to my computer and began surfing the internet looking for hotwife sites to take my mind off from the clock and Jan's activities. It helped and finally I began to tire so I got ready and went to bed, it was 11:00. I tossed and turned and finally settled into a fitful sleep. Around 2:00 I heard Jan make her way into the bedroom and I immediately was wide awake.
"Honey? Are you awake?" She quietly called as she approached the bed. I could see her silhouette from the light outside through the curtain.
"I sure am awake, wide awake. How was your date?"
I didn't want to beat around the bush; I wanted to hear all of the nasty details. Jan climbed on top of me wearing all of her clothes. I could smell her wonderful scent; her cologne, her hair, her arousal and something different, the scent of another man. His smell was all over her. I could smell his cologne in her hair, on her skin. I was able to get my arms out from under the bedcovers and around her. I held her and she snuggled against me. My hands slid down her body and settled on her butt. I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks through the silky material of her dress. I could not feel any panty lines under her dress and this caused my stirring cock to spring immediately to hardness. Jan could feel this and giggled. We held each other for a few more minutes and then I broke the stillness.
"So, tell me everything. Did you have fun?" My voice sounded quite strained to me and I was surprised by it. Jan wiggled and squirmed for a moment rubbing against the lump that was between us.
"Oh, honey, I love you so much. Do you love me still?" She asked softly into my ear.
"Jan, I love you so much. You are my sexy, naughty little wife and I love you to pieces." I replied while trying to reach below her dress and pull the material up so I could feel her skin with my hands. She lifted up and I pulled her dress up over her butt and bunched it at her waist.
"Good because, you know I wouldn't do these things if I thought it would hurt you or us." She then lifted herself up enough to pull the blankets off from me so that she could lie down onto my naked body. My cock felt good nestled between us.
"Honey, if you don't ever want to do anything, you don't have to. I only ask you to do this stuff for our pleasure and for fun. Now tell me everything!" I demanded with a chuckle.
"Okay, you asked for it. But if you can't handle it, stop me." She warned as she began to rub her hands on my chest and then she began her tale of her night's activities.
"I left work early today, after lunch, to have my hair and my nails done special for the date. I had also had a facial while I was at it. I stopped at Victoria's Secret and purchased a lacy blue bra and G-string to look and feel extra special. I also bought a pair of dark, thigh high stockings with the lacy elastic at the top that you find so hot. I then went home to prepare for tonight. I showered, shaved my legs and trimmed my pussy hair into a sexy little tuft. I got ready and put on the slinky black dress that you picked out for me and a matching pair of high heeled pumps; you know the "fuck-me-pumps" that you like. I wore my diamond earrings and the rest of the matching jewelry and when I was finished I looked good enough for a date with any man.
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I had to admit that I looked like a high-class escort, not a hooker and I knew you would be pleased. I was feeling kind of horny and I was afraid that I would soak my new g-string through too soon. I took it off and put on a pair of regular panties but there was a VPL so I took them off too. I was debating whether or not to go without them. I finally decided to put the g-string back on and accept the fact that they may get wet from my arousal.
I left the house at 6:30 and I was so nervous that I was shaking. I was afraid of what might happen and anxious. I felt like I was going on a blind date, or to a court hearing. I was ready to call the whole thing off but I was so aroused and I didn't want to disappoint you that I drove down to the Black Swan. I also thought of Chuck and what would happen if I didn't show up, so I kept driving to the date. I was kind of distracted and almost ran a red light but I stopped in time. I parked in the large ramp and walked through the pedestrian bridge to the hotel where the restaurant was located on the top floor. My legs were shaking and I almost couldn't walk on the high heels. I saw no one but I was afraid I would run into someone we knew. My stomach was doing flips and I really needed a drink. I finally took the elevator up to the top of the hotel and checked my reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator as I rode it upwards. My hair looked good but my face appeared strange to me. Then I realized that I didn't look like myself, I looked just like some high-paid prostitute. Then I realized that $200 was not really high paying so I felt almost ashamed about what I was doing.
I exited the elevator and walked unsteadily towards the two large glass doors at the entrance to the Black Swan. The image of a large swan is etched into each of the doors and the lights of the restaurant behind them causes the swans to sparkle. I almost didn't reach for the handle to open the door. I felt dread and fear creep into me. Then I straightened up, thought of coming home and telling you about my date and the hot love we would make afterwards and I went for it."
I stopped Jan's story at this point by taking off her dress. I could not keep my hands off from her hot little body and I wanted access to all of it. When she was clad only in her g-string panties, lacy bra and thigh highs she resumed her story. I began to caress her breasts through the lacy material as she sighed and then continued.
"I opened the door and was greeted by a young woman who took me to Chuck's table. As I approached it he arose and smiled broadly. He took my hand and then pulled out my chair for me and guided me to it. He then pushed it in for me and we began our date.
We had drinks and talked. Chuck is a very interesting man and he told wonderful stories that kept me entertained for hours. I laughed often and he had me feeling so relaxed I forgot my fears and anxieties. We talked about the people we knew at work and I had a great time with him. He held my hand often and at times would look into my eyes like a lover. His hands are large and strong and my hand felt tiny in his. At times he would caress my thigh or touch my knee as he looked into my eyes and talked with me.
Dinner was excellent and Chuck ordered a very expensive wine with dinner that was the best I have ever drunk. Chuck complimented me all through dinner about my work, my dress and especially about my body and looks. He even talked about my breasts at dinner when the waiter wasn't around. He said that he liked how soft and pert they were and he liked the color of my nipples. I blushed about a hundred shades of red and this made him smile at me. He was quite bold with me and often would steer the conversation around to sex. After a few glasses of wine I felt myself losing all my inhibitions and when he asked me questions about our sex life I was able to answer his questions quite honestly and openly.
"So Jan, how long have you and your husband been married?" Chuck asked while holding my gaze with his.
"Justin and I have been married 3 years." I answered him while looking right back into his eyes.
"He knows that you are out with me?" He asked his fingertips making little stroking motions on my hand.
