The day started like any other. I woke up early and accompanied Brian to the gym. Then, I went to work at my extremely vanilla job at an extremely vanilla corporation. I drove home to our downtown apartment, which was really Brian's place, but at which I slept every single night. I went up the elevator, opened the door to the apartment, and saw Brian with a flushed and excited look on his face. He said to me, "I have a surprise for you. Let's pick out an outfit." I had no idea what he was referencing, what adventure was in store for me that evening...
Brian picked out his very favorite dress for me to wear. It was spring time, certainly not warm, but manageable for short, slutty little dresses. It was the perfect mix of sexy and classy, a knee-length black and red wrap dress that showed off just the right amount of seductive cleavage. I of course paired it with black heels, a signature. I still had no idea what Brian had up his sleeve, but it was very clear at this point he wanted me to look good, so I went all out: Big curls, perfect makeup, and no panties.
We ascended down the elevator, and I finally asked Brian in an exasperated tone, "What is going on? What are we doing?" Brian responded, "We're meeting a single guy." To put this into perspective, about two weeks prior, Brian and I had a passionate and sex-fueled conversation in bed about him sharing me with other men. It was obvious from this conversation that Brian had been DYING to broach the subject with me. I told him I was interested too, although cautiously so. I had never done anything like that before! In fact, I had never even considered the possibility until Brian brought it up that evening. And yet, I found myself so incredibly turned on by the idea of my man finding someone else for me to experience sexually....
Honestly, I thought it would be a VERY long time before we actually pulled the trigger on finding a single man for me to play with. I was not mentally prepared in the slightest. And yet, I could feel myself getting wet as we walked out of the apartment building and toward the coffee shop where we were meeting this gentleman. I dinstinctly remember Brian saying to me, "Don't worry, I did really well. You'll be very into him." We very briskly walked the three blocks to the downtown coffee shop, opened the door, and found a table to very impatiently wait for him to show....
I remember watching the door like a hawk, my heartbeat spiking whenever footsteps could be heard entering the building. After what seemed like an eternity (but was actually about ten minutes), the door opened to reveal an adonis of a man: 6 feet plus tall, muscular, a gorgeous smile, and bright blue eyes. I knew immediately that was him, and I knew that my man had come through for me. In fact, Brian had hit a home run! I had no idea he would find such a perfect specimen of a man for me to play with! Instantly, my nerves increased. After all, if he had been a dud, I could have chatted and removed the nervous energy for next time. But it was very apparent that I WOULD be fucking this beautiful man that evening....
To hear the second half of our very first hotwife encounter, check back very shortly.....
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