Husband sets his wife up on dates with other men.
Chapter 1 – How it Began (Paul)
Lisa, my wife, is getting dressed for a date night. We have been very happily married 12 years. We are both 34 years old, with me being a couple of months older. Luck was on my side when I chose to attend the same university as Lisa. We came from opposite ends of the country. I am from California and Lisa is from Georgia. We both grew up living near the beach and laugh when we tell friends we are both from the beach it just happens our beaches were on different oceans. After we got married we moved to Lisa's hometown to settle down and begin our lives together.
Lisa is a woman who takes care of herself. She is petite, standing only 5 feet 2 inches tall and tipping the scales at 102. She is a brunette with her hair cut short to expose her lower ear lobes and cover her neck in the back. Her eyes are beautiful emerald green. When she walks past a group of men heads always turn. I love standing back and watching when this happens. She enjoys acting as if she doesn't notice the attention. If one of the guys should whistle or say something she will glance back at them and give them her million dollar sexy smile then keep walking.
I always enjoy seeing her do this and we will sometimes plan it so I can watch from a distance as she tempts and teases the guys. Lisa could have easily been a model, but she told me she is not tall enough to do any serious modeling. I have argued petite women's clothing needs to be modeled, but she just grins and tells me she prefers to model for me.
Unless she is just hanging out around the house my wife is seldom in anything other than a skirt or dress. She wears heels, because she thinks she needs the extra height. I don't argue since they shape her legs and cute little ass very nicely.
One of my favorite things to do is wait for her to get dressed for one of her dates and see her as she comes out of the bedroom. I always know she will be dressed in something that compliments her body and at the same time will harden the cock of any man, who is not gay.
Today I planned it so I could be finished mowing the yard in time to be here to see her just before her date arrives to pick her up. Yes that is right, my wife's date night is not with me. She doesn't even know who I have arranged for her to spend the evening with.
You see my wife and I are into the Hotwife lifestyle. I enjoy setting her up with other men and she likes the variety and suspense of not knowing who she will be spending the evening with. A typical date consists of dinner and oftentimes will include dancing, but the one thing that always happens is she ends up with the guy's cock in her.
I set up her dates, but only after getting to know the guy and being confident she will be safe. I try to find new guys, but some of her favorites I will call upon now and then. The first time she knows who she will be spending the night with is when he comes to the door, rings the bell and she opens the door. I enjoy seeing the look on her face, especially with the new guys.
She never refuses to leave with whomever I have arranged her date to be with. Unless the guy is a real asshole he will get to fuck her. Those are the two rules we established when we first began doing this almost five years ago. I have a spot, inside the house, I watch from where her date can't see me. She knows exactly where I am and it always excites her knowing I am watching. There have been a few times I had my hard cock in my hand as I watched her meet her date.
Lisa is always excited when it is one of the guys she has been with before, because I only call upon guys she really liked the best, for any repeat dates. All the men know their date with my wife will likely be a one time thing. They know additional dates are possible but rare and that their chances of a second date, or more, is only possible if they show her a very good time. They also know I arrange her dates and she will not cheat on me. She will only let a guy fuck her if I am the one who arranged the date and am fully aware of what she is doing.
This will probably sound strange, but the place I like finding potential dates for her is at the gym. It actually makes sense when you think about it.
Lisa likes that I workout to keep healthy and in shape and she almost always goes with me to the gym. We never drive there together or act as if we know each other. Her membership is even in her maiden name so staff is unaware that we are married.
I hang around in the area where she is and watch the guys. If I see someone who is taking notice of her more than usual, or even better those who try to drum up a conversation with her I follow them and try to start a conversation. I end up heading back to the locker room when the potential date finishes his workout. We both prefer the married guys, so if he isn't wearing a wedding ring, the chances of him being selected are dramatically reduced. Married guys are less likely to cause trouble.
The gyms usually have open showers allowing me to check out his breeding tools. He has to be above average in size to be considered. If he passes that test I will look for him the next time I come and eventually get to know him. After I have convinced myself he is a candidate we will have developed a quasi friendship. I will then gently ease the conversation into the hot sexy woman he met. I will eventually let him know she is my wife and explain what we are into. I have never had a guy turn me down once I get around to offering to let him take my wife on a date.
I enjoy her dates especially when the guy is someone new. If it is some guy from the gym, Lisa seldom recognizes them. There are so many guys who try to strike up conversations with her and my process of vetting the guys takes so long, she usually does not remember them hitting on her.
This particular Saturday evening I know will be good since it is a guy she has never dated and he first approached her at the gym over six months earlier. I am sure she will not remember him. When I eventually decided to offer him a date I made one last check of his equipment and as we were standing at the mirror drying our hair I asked, "Carl, are you too busy to grab a cup of coffee?"
He answered, "No, sounds good. Meet you out at the snack bar."
The plan was in motion. It didn't matter I had done this many times before, it still provided me with a rush of excitement knowing I was about to offer my sexy wife to another guy. I quickly got dressed and headed to the snack bar. It was not busy and as I was standing at the counter to place my order Carl showed up. I pointed to a table in the corner I had picked out for us to sit and talk. "I have this, be there as soon as I pay," I said letting him know I was paying for the coffee.
Carl not only had a nice size cock and balls, he also had a great body. He was muscular with almost no body fat. If he wanted to put more time into his workouts he could be a body builder. As it was he wasn't overly muscular like the body builders, but he had no trouble getting Lisa's attention.
I paid for the two cups of coffee and took them to the table. Carl thanked me and we talked about the workout we had just finished and how we felt it had gone. I slowly turned the conversation to women by asking, "Have you seen that hot little brunette with those amazing green eyes?"
"You mean the little short one with short brown hair?"
"Yea, that is her. She is smoking hot."
"Yea man she really is a hot one. There are several hot gals here, but she has to be the best. The only problem is she is wearing a wedding ring and that really sucks. Why are all the good ones married?"
"I don't know, but tell me, if you could, would you fuck her?"
"Hey man, I am a red blooded male. Who wouldn't give up one of his balls to fuck a woman as hot as that, but like I said, she is married. I don't want to get sideways with a jealous husband, if you know what I mean."
"I do understand what you are saying, but let me tell you something. I know her and she is even hotter in bed than she looks."
"NO SHIT!?!? You have fucked that pussy?"
Nodding my head I said, "I am not shitting you. I have fucked her and I can assure you that pussy is amazing."
Carl looked at me as if he was trying to decide if he believed me, then asked, "What about her husband? Is she really married or is the ring a fake to just keep the guys away."
"First off the ring is legit, she is married. Second, with regard to fucking her, I haven't fucked her just once, I have that pussy several times a week. That sexy little bomb shell is my wife, her name is Lisa."
Carl pushed back from the table, and as he was getting up held his hands up in front of him and said, "Seriously Paul, I didn't mean to disrespect you or her. I had no idea..."
I cut him off by saying, "Carl, please sit back down. I am not mad and everything I said is true, she is my wife. I should know how fucking sexy she looks. I love it when guys look at her the way you do. Now sit back down, please."
Carl took his seat, but it was clear he was not comfortable with the situation. I said, "Have you ever heard of the Hotwife lifestyle?"
He nodded his head indicating he had. I continued, "My wife and I are into that. You see I find guys I want to take her on a date. I then set up the dates. Normally a guy picks her up at our house and takes her someplace nice for dinner. If he wants to take her dancing she is a magnificent dancer. The only thing required is you have to fuck her before returning her home. If you want to spend the night with her, I just need to know in advance. If the two of you hit it off, most likely there will be other dates in the future, but this is not guaranteed. There are only two guarantees. The first is you will get a first date and the second is you will get to fuck that hot body. I will also tell you if you think she looks hot and sexy here, just wait until you see her when she dresses up to impress her date. I am here to tell you she is smoking hot when a guy takes her on a date."
Carl was listening to my every word, but he was also acting very cautious. Finally he said, "Tell me the truth. This is not some practical joke. You seriously are offering to let me take your wife on a date and the stipulation is I have to fuck her before bringing her home?"
Smiling I said, "That is the long and short of it. To be honest I have checked you out in the shower and I believe my wife will not only make you very happy, I am pretty sure if you know how to use what you have hanging between your legs, you will make her happy as well."
Placing his hands on both sides of his head he said, "This has to be a fucking dream. If it is will you do me a favor and promise to not pinch me and wake me up?"
I laughed and said, "I promise, and I assure you while this may be a dream date, it is not a dream."
He was still having trouble getting his mind around everything and said, "I just can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it. Are you free Saturday night?"
"You mean this Saturday? Fuck yea. Even if I wasn't, I would be now."
"Good, give me your cell phone number. You can pick her up at 5:30. You and I will not talk of this again before Saturday, but I need to know the restaurant you will be taking her too, if you are going dancing and the hotel or place you will be taking her for the main event. Also let me know if you are keeping her out over night and when you will have her home. Give me your phone and I will put my information in it so you will know where to pick her up and the number to text me the information."
He opened a new blank contact then handed me his phone. I filled in my name, address and phone number before handing it back to him. He did the same with my phone. As he handed it back I said, "Remember, her name is Lisa and I know you are going to enjoy your date with my wife."
As he looked at the information I had entered into his phone he was shaking his head and saying, "This can't be happening."
Just before we got up from the table he asked one last question. "Hey buddy, do you mind showing me a photo of her? Maybe even one of the two of you together? You know so I know you really do know her."
I smiled as I knew what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I was not fucking with him and that she really is my wife. I have two photos I keep handy just for this type of request. I said, "Sure, no problem. I can even send you the photo of her alone, if you would like a copy."
The first of the two photos was of us together at a social function where Lisa looked particularly cute and sexy. The second photo, the one I would send him, was of Lisa in a very tiny bikini with her sexiest smile. Carl looked at the photos and said, "Fuck yes, send me that one."
I clicked on the 'share' icon and selected his contact information then tapped the Send button. Moments later Carl's phone announce he had a message. He opened it and stared at the photo then said, "Thanks man! Fuck she is hot!"
"Like I said, she will be ready at 5:30 Saturday. Don't forget to send me that information."
"Sure man, no problem."
As I left the snack bar area I could see Carl was still looking at the photo of Lisa on his phone. I was hoping he would not whip out his cock and start jacking off right there in the snack bar.
Chapter 2 – Date Night with Carl (Paul)
When I got home I told Lisa of my conversation with Carl, but didn't reveal Carl's identity. She was laughing as I told her of his typical disbelief. Almost all of the guys I had arranged with to take her on a date had reacted in a similar manner.
She put her arms around my neck and asked, "How big do you think he is?"
This is something we went through each time I arranged a date for her. I said, "You know I am not going to tell you. That is part of the surprise, but have I ever let you down even once?"
"No you haven't. You said I have met him?"
"Yes, but it was several months ago. I doubt you remember him."
"Is he cute?"
"Of course, and he has a body I know you will enjoy."
She gave me a kiss that hardened my cock. One thing about having a hot wife as petite as Lisa, I can easily pick her up and carry her anywhere I want. I did just that, taking her in my arms and carrying her into our bedroom. I usually liked to take my time and fully enjoy her body, but sometimes my lust for her made her irresistible. When that happened I got in a hurry and she liked the fact I would loose control and have to grab a quickie now and then. She was fully dressed and was wearing a short skirt. As I stood beside the bed I was unbuckling my belt at the same time I was kicking off my shoes. I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor then stepped out of them, all the while never taking my eyes off my wife. She was grinning and teasing me.
I hurried onto the bed and pushed her skirt up to her hips, causing her to let out a squeal. Pulling her thong to the side I lowered my hard cock to her pussy and pushed it in her, causing her to let out a gasp and put her arms around my neck pulling me tight against her. Even though there was no foreplay I had no trouble sinking all the way into her. She was already wet from me telling her about Carl.
As she wrapped her legs around me I began fucking her like a mad man. When I take her like this she wants me to fuck her hard and fast. This is much different than when we make love. I was so turned on by her body and knowing I had just arranged for another man to enjoy her this coming weekend, I desperately had to have her. My cock was as hard as it ever gets. I always get like this between the time I set up her dates and when she is picked up. It is during these times our fucking is the most intense.
Sometimes when she returns from her dates and is telling me all the details of what happened we fuck like this again, and sometimes we make love with slow gentle kissing and my cock slowly traveling in and out of her. I don't care which, both are good. Fucking like we were doing is animalistic savage and primitive, while making love lasts for much longer and is sweet and tender. She enjoys it both ways, but if the guy was particularly aggressive, she is oftentimes sore and likes it better when we make it last longer with less aggressive use of her body.
My passion and memories of my conversation with Carl hurled me over the edge and my balls exploded as my body filled her pussy with cum. When my orgasm ended she was hugging me tight saying, "Honey that felt wonderful. Your cock is the best of any I have ever had."
I knew she hadn't cum and I felt bad I had been so self-centered and not taken care of her. Whenever I had mentioned this in the past she always said she didn't have to have an orgasm every time. She said she received as much enjoyment out of knowing her body had made me feel good.
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Carl sent me the information I had requested. It was simply for my personal knowledge and I never share it with Lisa. The only thing I ever tell Lisa is whether or not she needs to have what she needs for an overnight stay. It didn't really surprise me when Carl had texted me saying he would be keeping her overnight. Most of the guys wanted to keep her all night and I believe she preferred spending the night with them.
I looked at my watch and it was 5:20. Carl was due to arrive in ten minutes. About then Lisa emerged from the bedroom carrying her small overnight bag. It was not surprising that she looked stunning. She was wearing her strappy four inch stilettos, a short snug fitting black skirt, and white blouse. She had a diamond pendant necklace around her neck with diamond stud earrings in her pierced ears. On her wrist she wore several gold bangle bracelets and on her left hand she wore her wedding ring.
The fragrance of her perfume was intoxicating. As she came toward me she placed her overnight bag on the floor and I hugged her tight. When I release her she asked, "Do I look okay?"
"No baby you don't look okay, you look absolutely perfect. I promise you his cock is going to be hard when he sees you."
"I hope so," was her only reply.
She always got a little nervous just before the men arrived to pick her up. I knew better than kiss her and mess up her lipstick, instead I hugged her tight and whispered into her ear, "I love you so much. Fuck his brains out. Show him what a hot wife I have."
"I will, I promise."
Just then I heard someone at the door. I let her go and quickly slipped off to my hiding spot. She went to the door and waited until she saw I was in place before opening the door. When she opened the door I could see she was trying to remember Carl from the gym, but am not sure she ever was able to place him.
I could see he was glancing around the house, probably looking for me, but when he didn't see me he said, "Lisa?"
"Yes, and you must be Carl, my date for the evening."
"You are beautiful! I still can't believe this is happening."
Lisa always had a way of breaking the tension by doing or saying something they didn't expect. She reached to his pants and squeezed his hard shaft through his slacks. Holding his cock firmly in her hand she said, "I believe there is a part of you that at least hopes it is real."
Carl smiled and put his arms around her and hugged her. She gave him a peck on the lips and said, "I packed a few things, since I understand I am spending the night in your bed."
"Yes, I hope that is Okay."
"Honey, if my husband gave me to you for the night, it is all good with me. It is entirely his decision. I do hope you don't mind I prefer to sleep nude."
"Oh fuck! I don't mind at all," said Carl.
He was grinning ear to ear as he reached down to pick up her bag. He opened the door for her and followed her out onto the porch, puling the door closed behind him.
I had my cock in my hand as I hurried from my hiding spot to look out the windows. I watched as Lisa reached out and took Carl's hand in hers as he was leading her to his car. I was very impressed, he was driving a silver Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet. He had the top down and it looked so cool. I thought to myself he must do very well at his firm. I had learned while talking to him he is an Engineer.
I watched Lisa get into the passenger side and Carl close her door. He went around and climbed into the driver's seat. I could tell by the way he was moving how excited he was. They sat there talking for a few minutes. I could see Lisa turn slightly toward him. I saw her arms move and could see she had reached out to hold his hands. After talking a couple minutes they both turned to face forward. I heard the sweet roar of the engine come to life then watched as Carl backed out of our driveway and headed off down the street.
Back in the living room I grabbed the remote control for the television and pressed the power button. I turned the channel to the baseball game. My cock was still out and as hard as ever. I just about shot my load when I heard her tell Carl she hoped he didn't mind that she liked sleeping nude. My cock was straining as I thought about Lisa and the plans I knew Carl had for their date. I knew my Lisa would be a date he would not soon forget.
Each and every time Lisa leaves on a date I tell myself to wait until she comes back home, but every time I end up jerking off at least two or three times before she gets back home. The ball game was on and the score was tied up, but as I slowly stroked my cock I was was already on thinking about who I would find for her next date.
Chapter 3 – Handsome Carl (Lisa)
When I opened the door and saw Carl standing there I could not remember ever seeing him before. I have no doubt I had, but I just couldn't remember. He stepped into the house and I knew Paul was watching. I made sure to stand so my husband could see both Carl and me. I know this part really excites him. I wondered if he had his cock in his hand and was stroking it. He had told me he does that sometimes when he is watching me meet my date for the first time.
Carl seemed to be a really nice guy and there was no argument he is a handsome man. Like most of the guys on the first date, Carl was nervous. I could see the front of his pants had a nice bulge and I wanted to feel it. I have found grabbing a guy by his cock will bring him out of a daze. Doing this also let's him know I am no prude. The nice side benefit is I get an advanced idea as to how big he is. I knew from the angle we were standing that Paul could see as I grabbed Carl's cock and held on to it.
As always happens when I do this, the tension was broken and Carl relaxed just a little. If he had any doubts he was going to get to fuck me, those doubts were now gone. Knowing Paul was listening I told Carl I hoped he didn't mind I liked sleeping nude. I said if for Carl, but mostly for Paul. If he hadn't had his cock in his hand before, I knew he would after hearing that.
As we were walking away from the house Carl was evidently too shy to hold my hand, so I reached out and took hold of his. He led me to his car, a beautiful and I knew very expensive sports car. It was a convertible and I love convertibles. He had the top down. As I got into the car I saw from the logo on the dash it was a Porsche, but I didn't know anything about the model or that stuff. I knew Paul would know all about it and most likely be able to tell me every detail about it including how much it sells for new. All I knew was it was cute and sexy.
Carl was a gentleman and closed my door. He stashed my overnight bag behind the seat and climbed into the driver's seat. He turned toward me before starting the car. I turned to face him reaching out to take hold of his hands. I saw him looking at my legs just before he asked, "Do you want to know what I have planned?"
I shook my head and said, "No, I like being surprised. My husband has given me to you for the night and I just want you to enjoy our date. I am in your hands and want to learn all about you."
"You are amazing. I don't think I have ever met a woman quite like you."
"I like that. You are a very handsome man. I am excited my husband picked you for my date."
"Damn, you are beautiful!"
I smiled and said, "Thank you Sir."
He let go of my hands and looked at me a moment or two longer then turned to start the car. I like the fact men find me attractive. I could tell he wanted to kiss me and I was disappointed he had not acted on that impulse.
I know men like petite women and if I am nothing else, I am petite. I buckled my seat belt as Carl started the car and backed out of the drive. He shifted the car into first and smashed the gas at he let the clutch out. The force of acceleration pressed me back into the seat and we were off toward the freeway. I watched at his right hand was shifting the gears up and down through the range. He seldom used his brakes, but instead would down shift as he cut in and out weaving through traffic.
I loved the exhilaration as he drove to the restaurant. It was obvious from watching him as he became an extension of the car that he loved to drive and loved his car. When we pulled up in front of the restaurant it was one I knew of, but had been to only once before. Carl seemed to have hit a new level of energy as he jumped out of the car and was there to help me out as the valet held my door open for me. The valet handed him a ticket for the car and I heard him say a long drawn out, "Sw-e-e-e-e-e-t ride." as he jumped into the drivers seat and drove it off to park.
Carl just watched and smiled. "I always like it when they first get in. It is such a cool car to drive."
"And expensive," I added.
"Yes, that it is, but it is my only big extravagance."
He offered me his arm. I placed my hand in his bent elbow and followed along as he led me into the restaurant. Carl ordered for both of us and ordered a nice bottle of wine. Not much was said as the waiter brought the wine to the table and poured a sample for Carl to sample. As Carl was doing this I could not help but notice the waiter was busy sneaking peaks at me. I pretended to not notice as I concentrated on Carl. After Carl gave his approval the waiter poured the wine and left us alone to visit.
Carl seemed to open up slowly like a flower blossom. Gradually the inner layers were revealed. I was sure most of it was his shyness and the fact neither of us had been formally introduced. I had the advantage in that I had been in this situation several times before.
It is a little awkward visiting with someone of the opposite sex knowing later you would be in bed with this person. He hadn't even kissed me yet, but we both knew later he would be filling my pussy with his cum.
Normally a relationship evolves over a period of time as you work up to eventually being intimate. While it might be a little unusual at first, I find it to be exciting to have my husband select a man he wants to fuck me. We had been doing this for a few years and it has always been fun and erotic. Some dates ended better than others, and I was picking up the feeling that this was going to be one of the better ones.
While we waited for our food and enjoyed the wine, Carl said, "This seems so strange. We don't even know each other yet, but..."
He paused in mid sentence and I said, "Carl, if you don't want to do this, there is nothing that says we have to."
"No, no it is not that. Not that at all. I just don't know how I should act since we hardly know each other. Not only that, you are married."
"Trust me Carl, I understand. Maybe I can help. First off, my husband set up this date, right?"
He nodded his head in answer. "Second he told you what you are allowed to do, correct?"
"Yea, he basically said anything I want."
"That is right. Lastly, you are not a virgin, correct?"
"Yea, I mean no, I am not. I have been with other women."
"Good, that makes two of us."
Carl grinned and I knew what he was thinking when I added, "As well as other men." I gave him my sexiest smile and was sure he followed my meaning. I really hadn't been with any women before, but I know guys have fantasies of women together. I have absolutely nothing against women who like to be with other women, it was just that I had never had the opportunity. I had often wondered what it would be like and I know it was crazy, but I even wondered if wanting to experience making love to another woman made me bi-sexual. I realized it didn't, but maybe one day I would have the opportunity.
I said, "Just think of it like this. We both I plan on spending the night in your bed. It is not like you have to wonder if you are going to hit a home run, I assure you that you are going to hit several grand slams out of the park before morning. Act like this is our tenth date and we know each other very well. Act as if this is not the first time we have met. I promise I will not break and you will not offend me. You may touch me anywhere you want, whenever you want. I want you to treat me like your long time girlfriend." I paused watching him then asked, "Does that help?"
We were sitting at a small table next to each other. I saw his arm move then his hand was on my bare thigh. His eyes were on mine as I smiled and said, "Yes, Honey that is much better. I like the feeling of a man's strong hand on me."
He squeezed my thigh and I reached under and placed my hand on top of his then said, "That is much better. As you can see, this is also what I wanted and I didn't even bite."
He smiled then I saw him leaning toward me. I knew what he wanted and leaned toward him until our lips met. His breath was fresh and minty, and his tongue was in my mouth. Our kiss was interrupted as the waiter cleared his throat and was standing there with our food. We were both a little embarrassed and didn't say anything as he put the plates on the table in front of us. Carl had pulled his hand back off my leg.
As we ate I wanted to know more about Carl, and like all men, he was eager to talk about himself. I listened as he told me his background and the fact he has an older brother and younger sister. I don't know if Paul even knew this, but Carl had attended the same university we had graduated from. He was a couple years ahead of us and told me he had a Master's degree in Structural Engineering.
"Lisa do you like to dance?"
"Yes, but I am not very good."
"That is not what I heard. After we finish would you like to go dancing or to the hotel?"
"That is up to you. It honestly doesn't matter to me. What do you want to do?"
He grinned at my question and I quickly added, "Yes, I know you want to do that and I promise you we will, but do you want to go dancing before we get naked?"
Carl said, "Getting naked with you sounds like a lot of fun, but it might be fun to dance a little. I warn you I am not very good, but yea it might be fun. There is a club with a live band in our hotel."
"That sounds perfect, " I said. "We can dance a little then when we are ready we can go to our room and shed our clothes."
Carl was nodding his head and said, "Yes, I would like that."
A few minutes later we had finished dinner, paid the check, and were back in his car. We were once again weaving through traffic and in no time were at one of the oldest and nicest hotels in the city. Carrying my bag along with his own, Carl led me into the lobby. He checked us in and was given the key to our room. He waived off the bellman who offered to help and we headed toward our room.
After getting off the elevator Carl led me to a suite. The view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows was awesome. Carl came up behind me wrapping his arms around me saying, maybe we should just stay here and skip the dancing."
Reaching behind me I took hold of his cock and said, "This big guy can wait a little longer. You promised me at least one dance and drink."
He was definitely getting more comfortable around me. He kissed the side of my neck. A man touching or kissing the side of my neck always sends a shiver through my core directly to my clit. I tuned in his arms and put my arms around his neck. We looked at each other a few moments then our lips touched. It was a gentle loving kiss. When our lips parted I took hold of his hand and said, "Come on Sweetie. If I don't get you out of here now we will never get onto the dance floor."
He was protesting as I drug him toward the door. I knew if he really wanted to stay there was no way I would be able to stop him. I didn't care if we stayed and fucked the night away, but he said he wanted to dance and it had been a long time for me as well.
The club was busy, but the music was subdued. I don't like clubs where you have to scream at each other in order to be heard. We ordered drinks then headed toward the dance floor. It didn't take me long to learn Carl was an excellent dancer. We danced a couple of slow dances and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I always get aroused knowing the effect my body has on a man.
As the third song was starting it was another slow one and I saw someone tap Carl on the shoulder. At first I couldn't see who it was, but evidently he had asked Carl if he could dance with me. Carl handed me off to this man who pulled me tight against him. It was unusual for a man to pull me this close before he even had a chance to meet me.
The man was tall and broad shouldered. I then heard a voice I knew very well. "Honey, you look really pretty tonight. It is nice to see you." The voice was unmistakably that of my father! I looked up to see him looking at me. I was speechless.
"That is a nice handsome young man you are with, but where is Paul?"
I had often wondered what I would do if this ever happened. We live in my hometown and see my parents several times a month. Until now Paul and I had always been able to keep this part of our lives private. Now I had to explain it and I had never been able to lie to my father. Each time I had ever tried he saw right through me. I had learned, the hard way, to be up front with him and his love for me would always come through.
I said, "Daddy let's finish this dance then I promise I will explain." I knew this would give me some time to stall and think about what I was going to say.
He said nothing, but did relax his embrace and we danced like he and I had done for so many years. My father and I were always very close and I knew no matter what, he would back me in whatever decision I made. I made up my mind as we danced I was going to tell him the truth and was pretty sure he would understand, he very likely would not approve, but he would understand.
When the song finished I said, "Just a minute Daddy. Let me tell Carl you and I need to talk."
He nodded his head and I could not tell whether or not he was upset. I went to our table and told Carl I needed to talk to the man I had been dancing with. I told him to wait for me and promised him I would be back when I was done. He gave me a quizzical look, but I assured him everything was fine.
I returned to find my father waiting where I had left him. He said, "Let's get out of the club where we can have a little more quiet and privacy."
Following him to a bench outside the club entrance he asked, "Is this okay?" I nodded my head and we sat on the bench.
Turning slightly to face him I said, "Daddy I can explain. This is something Paul and I have been doing for maybe five years or so..." I went on to explain how Paul finds me dates and I go out with guys some of whom I have met before or even dated before and some who are complete strangers to me.
He asked, "This guy you are with tonight. Where does he fit into this?"
"He is a guy Paul met at the gym. I guess I met him once maybe 6 months ago, but I don't remember him. He is a really nice guy from what I have seen so far. He took me out for a very nice meal." I told him the name of the restaurant and he seemed to be impressed. "We then came here for some dancing and that is when you saw us."
He sat there looking at me waiting for me to continue. When I didn't he questioned, "And after you are finished dancing...?"
I looked into his eyes, took a deep breath, then said, "Then we will go up to our room. The room he booked for the night."
"So you are spending the night?"
"Yes Daddy, that is the plan."
"And Paul knows where you are if he needs you?"
"Yes Daddy. Carl told him where we were going to eat and where we are spending the night."
"Honey are you sure about this?"
"Yes Daddy, this is not the first time. I know you are disappointed, but it is..."
He held up his hand to stop me and said, "No, you don't understand. I am not disappointed I am simply concerned and want to make sure Paul knows where you are and what is going on. I understand what you are doing, and this probably should be your mother who is telling you this, but your ole Mom and Dad are not as naive and innocent as you might think. We have done some swinging ourselves." He could have knocked me over with a feather, then he continued, "Honey, the fact is when you were born your mother wanted to have a paternity test done, but I refused to let her do it. Several years later we did have the test done because we needed to know who your father was, for health reasons."
"Daddy, what are you talking about?" Now I was the one who was totally confused.
"As I said, your mother and I were involved in a group of what we called Swingers. Your mother wasn't certain who your biological father was. We learned a couple of the men who could have fathered you had some genetic heart problems and we needed to know if their genetic defects might have been passed on to you. When you were born I told your mother I didn't care if you were from my sperm or some other man's. I knew you were my little girl regardless as to whose sperm started the process."
I was stunned to learn my parents had been swingers. I never would have suspected anything like that. My father had been the perfect father. I didn't want to, but I had to ask, "And what did you find out?"
"You were always my little girl, but the test showed you were my biological child as well."
I am not sure why, but I breathed a sigh of relief. He was right, it didn't matter, but it was also nice to know.
"Honey I understand what you are going through because I know what it is like for us."
I noticed he used the present tense and asked, "What it IS like for you, as in currently?"
He nodded his head and grinned. He said, "Your mother is, as you say, a very hot wife."
I put my hands over my ears and said, "DADDY! You can't tell me stuff like that."
He laughed and said, "Just like Paul, I can't help it that I am married to such a sexy woman. You must get your heightened sexual desire from her. Baby you know I will never judge you. I just want to make sure you are safe and that you and Paul are okay."
"Yes Daddy we are both just fine."
Grinning he said, "Well you might be fine, but I am sure poor Paul is home jerking off thinking about you."
"DADDY!"
He grinned saying, "Honey, that is what guys do. You know I am right. Now run along and make that man you are with happy. He probably thinks the old man you were dancing with has taken his place."
I hugged him and without even thinking about it, gave him a kiss on the lips. I had kissed my father on the lips only a few times. Normally I always kissed his cheek, but at that moment I felt so much closer to him than ever before. When our lips parted I said, "Daddy, you would not be such a bad replacement. I love you."
"I love you too Honey. Now run along before he grabs a cute little cocktail waitress."
I laughed at his comment then hurried back inside the club where Carl was waiting. I could see Daddy sitting just outside the entrance of the club on the bench by himself and wondered why I had not asked him what he was doing here tonight and why Mom wasn't with him. He seemed to be scanning the women walking around as if he was looking for someone in particular.
Upon finding Carl still sitting at the table where I had left him earlier, I took hold of his hand and asked, "Can we go to our room now?"
His face lit up when he looked at me and with a grin he said, "I thought you would never ask."
Carl never asked about the man I had danced with and found the need to have a private conversation with. I figured if Paul set me up with him again maybe then I might open up to him and tell him what the interruption in our date had been all about. Until then I was focused on my date and making him happy.
When we arrived back in our room some of the butterflies I had experienced earlier returned. It did not matter how many times this scenario had played out before, I still had a slight case of the nerves. I think the nervousness of knowing I am about to be intimate with someone for the first time plays a large part in what I liked about dating guys my husband had arranged with to take me out. As is normally the case, Carl's nerves were much worse than mine. He had been doing fine until it was time to take this next step. It was the part of the date he had been looking forward to the most, but it was also the part of the date that made both of us anxious.
I put my arms around his neck and said, "Baby I am all yours. My husband wants you to en;joy yourself. I am here to make sure that happens."
"Lisa, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met."
"You are not so bad yourself." While keeping my eyes on his I dropped my arms from his neck and moved my hands to his belt to begin unbuckling it. As I was in the process of doing this I asked, "If you could have anything you wanted, anything at all, right now, what would it be?"
He grinned and said, "Porsche has a new model that is really..."
I punched him in the arm and gave him a sexy frown then said, "Buster if you want any pussy tonight you better come up with a better answer than that."
He held up both hands in surrender saying, "I am sorry, but I couldn't resist. So anything at all?" He paused as if to think then said, "I think it would be my newest buddy's wife naked in my hotel room on her knees sucking my cock while she looks up at me so I can see her beautiful eyes and watch my cock going in and out of her mouth."
"That is much better and I am almost certain that can be arranged."
I did a slow strip tease for him removing my blouse then my skirt. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I held it to my breasts then slowly lowered it to let him see my breasts. Next I turned my back to him and pulled my thong down my legs. When I had stepped out of it I turned to face him with one hand covering my pussy and the other holding the thong.
He reached out and took my thong from me. Our eyes were locked on each other as he put the satin garment to his nose and sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He smiled and said, "That is such a sexy aroma."
Pulling my hand away from my pussy and holding both arms out to my side I asked, "Does the gentleman like what he sees?"
"Oh fuck! Hell Yes!"
I was standing in front of Carl totally naked for the first time. I had unbuckled his belt but otherwise he was still fully clothed. I love the look on a guy's face at this moment. I believe it is at this precise moment that a woman has the most control. Giving him a few seconds to look I then asked, "Sweetie, do you want me to take off my heels?"
He said, "Fuck, you are gorgeous!" He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts, then said, "No, leave them on. They are too damn hot to take off."
I smiled at him then took one step toward him and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I went to work on his pants by finishing what I had started. I unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor. I could easily see there was a nice bulge in his boxers that was creating a large tent in the fabric. Taking hold of the waistband I lowered his boxers revealing a very hard, thick, and heavily veined cock pointing directly at me. I looked up at him smiling and while keeping my eyes on him I cupped his balls in my left hand and gripped his hard shaft in my right. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue to touch the spongy and silky soft flesh of his glans. I tasted his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his large organ.
At the touch of my tongue, he groaned and threw his head back. His eyes returned to mine as the head of his cock disappeared between my lips. I moved my head forward then back, each time taking more and more of his hard shaft into my mouth and throat taking him deeper and deeper each time.
I had learned to control my gag reflex long ago and could take a man deep into my throat. Carl watched intently as I pulled back to where just the tip of his cock was between my lips then I would move toward him until my nose was pressed into his pubes, tickling my nose. A couple of times I gagged just a little, but most guys like that.
As I moved my mouth back and forth I was thinking how Paul had done a very nice job finding me such a nice cock to enjoy. My eyes were still locked with Carl's. I knew men liked looking into the eyes of the woman who was sucking their cock, and Carl had even told me he wanted me to look at him.
Without much warning I felt Carl's hands on my head pulling my face hard against his body. Fortunately, feeling his hands on my head was enough warning of what was about to happen for me to suck in a deep breath filling my lungs with air. A second or two later my windpipe was blocked as he pushed his thick shaft into my neck.
I could feel the underside of his cock pressing against my tongue. With my tongue I could feel the pulsations along the underside of his cock feeling his cum traveling through his cock and then dumping directly into my throat. His semen was being dumped directly into my stomach denying me the opportunity to enjoy the manly flavor of his essence.
I had felt this before and never grew tired of it, but I do like tasting a man's cum. I was just about to run out of breath when he relaxed and released his grip on my head. I pulled his cock out and sucked in several deep breaths of air.
He was smiling and then said, "I wanted that to go in your pussy, but I got caught up in how good it felt I just couldn't stop."
I was now cupping his balls in my hand when I said, "Baby we have all night and remember I have two more holes you can use."
He smiled and said, "Fuck Me!"
I grinned and said, "No Sir. You are supposed to fuck ME."
I finished undressing him while keeping my heels strapped around my ankles. We climbed into bed and talked while I fondled his cock. I enjoy playing with a man's cock. The gasping and moaning sounds of pleasure as he enjoys my hands on his manhood never fail to delight me.
Once his cock began to get hard again he moved me into position on my back with my legs spread wide. He climbed between my legs and was looking down at my pussy then at me. He had his cock in his hand and I could feel the tip touching my lips. He was looking at me as I smiled and nodded my head. With a grin he looked at my bald pussy and pushed his cock between my lips and into me.
I let out a gasp when I felt him enter me. I could already tell he was not going to fuck me aggressively the way I enjoyed it the most, but was going to go slow. With him already having cum once it was going to take a long time for him to cum at this pace and that was not all bad. His cock felt very good and I didn't care if he slow fucked me all night. The sensation of his cock filling me then leaving me empty, in anticipation of being filled again, was perfect.
When he eventually began filling my pussy with his seed I was on my fifth orgasm. He remained inside me for quite a while after filling me with cum, then when he did pull out I moved down to take him in my mouth cleaning his cock and balls of the mixture of my pussy juice and his semen. Once I was sure he was clean I cleaned a little more. Finally I moved up to lay my head on his chest and place my open palm on his flaccid cock. He held me tight against his body as we slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning my head was still on his chest. I could hear his heart beating and hear his lungs filling with air then releasing it, only to fill again. I slowly moved down his body and lay the side of my face on his groin taking his flaccid cock into my mouth. I slowly began sucking on it enjoying how it felt in my mouth. It remained flaccid for a while then began filling with blood and hardening. I could feel him moving and hear him moaning letting me know he was waking up.
I heard him exclaim, "What the fuck!" then let out a groan of contentment. He said, "Oh fuck Baby that feels awesome! Nobody has ever woke me up like that." Jokingly he then said, "Why don't you divorce your husband and marry me?"
I laughed and said, "You went to the same college as we did. You should have found me first."
He gave me an exasperated moan and said, "Yea, that is the story of my life."
I put his cock back in my mouth and it quickly grew to full erection filling my mouth to overflow. I didn't know what he wanted to do next so I kept sucking until he said, "Last night you mentioned three holes. I think I missed one somewhere."
I lifted my head up and got on my elbows to look at him. I said, "Baby I am here for you and you know you can do what you want." As I was saying this and looking into his eyes, further down his body I was using my hand to slowly stroke his manhood.
He grinned and asked, "Can you get on your stomach?"
I didn't move but instead said, "Yes, Baby I am perfectly capable of getting on my stomach."
He looked at me trying to figure out why I wasn't moving into position. Then I saw it in his eyes as he understood. He gave me a mischievous look as if to say, 'I can play it that way too.' He said, "Baby get on your stomach, I am going to fuck that tight little ass."
I looked at him, smiled, then in my most submissive voice said, "Yes Sir. I am yours to take however you want."
He took a pillow from the head of the bed, doubling it over before shoving it under my hips elevating my ass for a better angle for penetration. He moved my legs apart and I knew I was dry and a little nervous as large as he was of him attempting to penetrate me without lubrication. I was thankful when I felt him push his cock into my pussy to cover it with my slick pussy secretions. After a half dozen or so strokes he pulled out and I felt him position the head of his cock against my smallest hole.
Relaxing as much as possible I prepared myself for his entry, I knew was coming. Larger cocks than his had been in my ass, but it had been quite some time since one as large as his had penetrated my tiny hole. He began pushing and after considerable effort my sphincter relented allowing him entry. I had been biting my lower lip to keep from crying out and was relieved once the tip of his cock was fully inside me.
"Wait just a minute Baby. Let me get used to your cock. You are so big I need to stretch a little."
He held himself in place as I continued to will myself to relax. After a couple minutes I said, "Okay Honey I think I am ready. Fill my little ass with your cock."
I felt the pressure as he slowly pushed the remainder of his cock into me. When I felt his pubes tickle my cheeks I knew he was almost fully inside me. He kept pushing until he was pressed hard against my ass. Once he was fully inside me he rested and didn't move. I think he was enjoying the feeling of my tight sphincter gripping his cock rather than simply giving me more time to adjust to his thick shaft.
When he began moving it felt incredible. "Fuck me Baby. Your cock is so big." I could tell he was like a lot of men and enjoyed me talking dirty to him. "Your buddy's wife's ass is yours to use. You can fuck it all you want Baby. He gave it to you to fuck." He wasn't saying a word, but his thrusts were speeding up and he was driving his cock into me with a lot more force. His groin slamming into my ass cheeks felt good.
"Oh fuck Baby, that feels so damn good. Fill my ass Baby, fill it full of your seed." I was moving my ass and trying to push up against him as he was driving his cock into me. Now that I was loosened up his cock felt really good.. I reached back with both hands and to take hold of his body. I felt him raise up and take my wrists in his hands. He was pulling me backward as he drove his cock into my ass. He was using my arms like reins on a horse. With his knees he moved my legs together and was straddling my legs with his knees on the outside of my thighs. He was driving his cock into me hard and fast. I loved how it felt.
He rode me that way for a while then he released my arms and gripped my hips digging his fingers hard into my flesh as he held my hip bones and fucked my ass even harder. He lasted only a few additional seconds before crying out something unintelligible and pressing his pubes hard against my ass while his body pumped his semen deep inside me.
His grip relaxed as his orgasm faded and he fell forward laying on my back. He was breathing hard and fast trying to recover from the exertion of fucking me so hard. I turned my head to try and look back at him as I said, "Honey that was amazing. Your cock is huge!"
We lay there enjoying the afterglow for quite some time. Eventually we made our way to the shower where I was able to get him hard one last time. It took me quite a while, but he eventually fed me one last load of semen. We kissed and hugged under the cascade of warm water from the shower. Only when we started to run out of hot water did we decide to get out and get dressed.
After eating breakfast in one of the restaurants in the hotel we climbed into Carl's cute little car for the wild and exciting trip home. The difference this time was Carl didn't shift near as much as he had before. He had gotten over the shyness of the evening before and it seemed he preferred his hand high on my bare thigh pressed against my pussy. I didn't mind at all, I liked his hand where it was much better than on the gear shift.
I thought once he loosened up, this might happen as he became more comfortable with me. He didn't know, but earlier I had decided to not wear anything under my skirt in hopes this would happen. I knew how Paul liked feeling my pussy as he drove and figured Carl would also. His hand was resting between my legs in direct contact with my bare hairless lips.
Chapter 4 - All the Details (Paul)
My wife would be home soon. Lisa had sent me a text from the hotel as they were finishing up breakfast. She told me they would be home shortly. It was my practice to hide when her date picked her up and then greet my wife and her date when they returned. I had jacked off four times since they had left and was anxious for Lisa to get home. Not only was I in need of my wife's touch I also needed to talk to her regarding my visitor the previous evening.
I could not get it out of my head how late last night her father had visited the house. My father-in-law is the best. He and I have always had a great relationship, but seldom does he or my mother-in-law come to our home. Normally we go to theirs. Imagine my surprise when at 11:00 PM the doorbell rang. I almost didn't answer it, but was afraid something might have happened to Lisa.
When I opened the door I saw it was Lisa's father, Jason. Before stepping into the house he said "Son, we need to talk."
I stepped aside allowing him to enter. Closing the door I followed him into the living room. I thought maybe it had something to do with Karen, Lisa's mother. It is clear my wife got her looks from her mother. I have seen photos of Karen when she was younger and there is no doubt Lisa is her mother's daughter. You could easily pass the photos of Karen, when she was Lisa's age, off as being Lisa. Karen was just as good looking as her daughter is now and for an older woman she is still an extremely attractive woman.
Jason had already taken a seat. I sat down and waited for him to tell me why he was here at such a late hour. He obviously had something on his mind the way he was looking at me. He said, "Paul I am hesitant to do this, but for Lisa's sake I have to know. Where is my daughter tonight?"
I couldn't believe he was asking this,but the better question was why was he asking. Did he know something I was unaware of him having knowledge of? I asked, "She is out with a friend, why do you ask?"
"A friend?"
"Yes Sir."
"A friend of hers or yours?"
Lisa had always told me to never lie to her father. She claimed he was a human lie detector and I had always followed her advice with regards to her parents. I took a deep breath and said, "Well Sir, I guess you could say it is mine."
"Male or female?"
"Male Sir."
"One last question, were is she and be specific?"
I gave him the name of the hotel and he said, "So it is true. You know what is going on. You sent her on a date and know she is spending the night with this guy?"
I was ready for the broken nose I was about to experience when that meaty fist of his connected with my face as I answered, "Yes Sir that is correct."
His shoulders sort of slumped as he seemed to relax and let out a sigh of relief. He looked at me and said, "Fuck Son, I have been worried sick she lied to me and you didn't know. Now that I know she was telling me the truth I feel much better."
"Sir?"
"Oh that's right, you don't know. A few hours ago I ran into Lisa and that guy you set her up with. She told me everything, but I had to make sure. I'm sorry, but that is why I stopped by so late."
He went on to tell me about his and his wife's own wild sexual practices and how they did not know for several years if he was Lisa's biological father. He told me how they had partied with so many couples and they were worried her father might have been one of two other men her mother had enjoyed over the years and if so they had some genetic health issues that Lisa might have inherited. It was the need to know the identity of her biological father for health reasons that led them to finally confirm Jason was in fact my wife's biological father.
He said, "Son, there was never any doubt I was her Daddy, and the identity of whose sperm had fertilized Karen's egg was never a concern of mine. I probably still wouldn't know if not for that heart issue and us wanting to make sure if she did have the genetic defect that we stayed on top of it."
Jason stayed for over an hour telling me how he and Karen partied in groups and even had participated in 'House Key parties'. I had heard about these parties but Karen and I had never been a part of one. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Son, it is important for you to know and believe what I am about to tell you. It is true I love sex and I have fucked a lot of women, but you have to know I have NEVER touched Lisa." He placed a lot of emphasis on the word NEVER.
I said, "I believe you. You never have to worry about me thinking otherwise."
"It is important to me that you know. I am not saying she isn't one sexy little gal, but I would never touch a child. My interest is only in adults."
I wondered what he was telling me. Was he saying he has never touched Lisa, but that could change now that she is an adult. Was he telling me this about my mother-in-law since he now knew Lisa and I are much more open minded than he had realized? I wasn't sure and didn't think that was the time to pursue the topic further with him..
He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Oh I am sorry. I didn't realize how late it is. I need to take off."
"That is fine, with Lisa gone there is not much to do here. I won't be going to bed for a while yet."
He grinned and said, "Yea, I know how it is. I told Lisa you would be busy with that." He gave me a wink and I know I must have blushed. I opened the door and just before he left he said, "Remember to take it easy, if she is like her mother was after being with another man she is going to want a tool she is more familiar with when she gets home. I know I will be busy too."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but smiled and said, "Yes Sir, I will remember," just before I closed and locked the door.
I had been on my way to bed when the doorbell had rung. Now there was no way I was going to get any sleep. I turned the television back on and started the DVD I had been watching featuring the husband who sets up dates for his wife. It didn't take long at all before I was pumping another thick load out of my balls. Only then was I able to finally fall off to sleep.
****
Lisa's text message from the restaurant had awakened me. Thoughts of all that had happened, along with what I had learned the previous night had my cock hard as I anxiously waited for Lisa and Carl to pull up.
The sound of the high performance engine in Carl's Porsche revving in the drive got my attention. I looked out and saw that fancy little sports car and saw my Lisa grinning from ear to ear as Carl opened her door. He was the one this time to take hold of her hand as he carried her bag in his other hand. I opened the door as they stepped onto the porch.
Greeting them I asked, "Did you two have fun?"
Lisa looked at Carl then at me before saying, "Yes it was a great date. Carl was such a gentleman and his car is so cool. You would love it."
"I am sure I would, it is pretty cool looking." I paused and said, "I hope Carl came through and didn't disappoint you in any way."
Lisa said, "Absolutely not, but maybe you need to ask him about your wife?"
"Well Carl, was she everything you expected?"
"No, she was so much more." He looked at Lisa then back to me and said, "If you will allow me, I would very much like to date your wife again."
"I will keep that in mind. I have your phone number."
Carl was looking at me when he said, "Do you mind?" then shifted his gaze to Lisa.
"No, not at all, but you two might want to come inside and not give the neighbors a show."
They both stepped inside and I closed the door. I stood a few feet away and heard Carl say, "Lisa you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Last night is one I will never forget. Thank you so much." He then pulled her to him and gave her a very passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. He finally let her up and looked at me and said, "I owe you man.. Thanks a million."
He glanced one more time at Lisa then opened the door and left. Lisa closed the door. She turned to me and said, "Honey he was such a nice guy and I had so much fun. Thank you for that date."
"I am happy you had a good time and enjoyed Carl."
"Oh I did."
A serious look came over her face and she said, "We need to talk about Daddy."
The look on her face was as I expected when I said, "Yea, I know."
Chapter 1 – How it Began (Paul)
Lisa, my wife, is getting dressed for a date night. We have been very happily married 12 years. We are both 34 years old, with me being a couple of months older. Luck was on my side when I chose to attend the same university as Lisa. We came from opposite ends of the country. I am from California and Lisa is from Georgia. We both grew up living near the beach and laugh when we tell friends we are both from the beach it just happens our beaches were on different oceans. After we got married we moved to Lisa's hometown to settle down and begin our lives together.
Lisa is a woman who takes care of herself. She is petite, standing only 5 feet 2 inches tall and tipping the scales at 102. She is a brunette with her hair cut short to expose her lower ear lobes and cover her neck in the back. Her eyes are beautiful emerald green. When she walks past a group of men heads always turn. I love standing back and watching when this happens. She enjoys acting as if she doesn't notice the attention. If one of the guys should whistle or say something she will glance back at them and give them her million dollar sexy smile then keep walking.
I always enjoy seeing her do this and we will sometimes plan it so I can watch from a distance as she tempts and teases the guys. Lisa could have easily been a model, but she told me she is not tall enough to do any serious modeling. I have argued petite women's clothing needs to be modeled, but she just grins and tells me she prefers to model for me.
Unless she is just hanging out around the house my wife is seldom in anything other than a skirt or dress. She wears heels, because she thinks she needs the extra height. I don't argue since they shape her legs and cute little ass very nicely.
One of my favorite things to do is wait for her to get dressed for one of her dates and see her as she comes out of the bedroom. I always know she will be dressed in something that compliments her body and at the same time will harden the cock of any man, who is not gay.
Today I planned it so I could be finished mowing the yard in time to be here to see her just before her date arrives to pick her up. Yes that is right, my wife's date night is not with me. She doesn't even know who I have arranged for her to spend the evening with.
You see my wife and I are into the Hotwife lifestyle. I enjoy setting her up with other men and she likes the variety and suspense of not knowing who she will be spending the evening with. A typical date consists of dinner and oftentimes will include dancing, but the one thing that always happens is she ends up with the guy's cock in her.
I set up her dates, but only after getting to know the guy and being confident she will be safe. I try to find new guys, but some of her favorites I will call upon now and then. The first time she knows who she will be spending the night with is when he comes to the door, rings the bell and she opens the door. I enjoy seeing the look on her face, especially with the new guys.
She never refuses to leave with whomever I have arranged her date to be with. Unless the guy is a real asshole he will get to fuck her. Those are the two rules we established when we first began doing this almost five years ago. I have a spot, inside the house, I watch from where her date can't see me. She knows exactly where I am and it always excites her knowing I am watching. There have been a few times I had my hard cock in my hand as I watched her meet her date.
Lisa is always excited when it is one of the guys she has been with before, because I only call upon guys she really liked the best, for any repeat dates. All the men know their date with my wife will likely be a one time thing. They know additional dates are possible but rare and that their chances of a second date, or more, is only possible if they show her a very good time. They also know I arrange her dates and she will not cheat on me. She will only let a guy fuck her if I am the one who arranged the date and am fully aware of what she is doing.
This will probably sound strange, but the place I like finding potential dates for her is at the gym. It actually makes sense when you think about it.
Lisa likes that I workout to keep healthy and in shape and she almost always goes with me to the gym. We never drive there together or act as if we know each other. Her membership is even in her maiden name so staff is unaware that we are married.
I hang around in the area where she is and watch the guys. If I see someone who is taking notice of her more than usual, or even better those who try to drum up a conversation with her I follow them and try to start a conversation. I end up heading back to the locker room when the potential date finishes his workout. We both prefer the married guys, so if he isn't wearing a wedding ring, the chances of him being selected are dramatically reduced. Married guys are less likely to cause trouble.
The gyms usually have open showers allowing me to check out his breeding tools. He has to be above average in size to be considered. If he passes that test I will look for him the next time I come and eventually get to know him. After I have convinced myself he is a candidate we will have developed a quasi friendship. I will then gently ease the conversation into the hot sexy woman he met. I will eventually let him know she is my wife and explain what we are into. I have never had a guy turn me down once I get around to offering to let him take my wife on a date.
I enjoy her dates especially when the guy is someone new. If it is some guy from the gym, Lisa seldom recognizes them. There are so many guys who try to strike up conversations with her and my process of vetting the guys takes so long, she usually does not remember them hitting on her.
This particular Saturday evening I know will be good since it is a guy she has never dated and he first approached her at the gym over six months earlier. I am sure she will not remember him. When I eventually decided to offer him a date I made one last check of his equipment and as we were standing at the mirror drying our hair I asked, "Carl, are you too busy to grab a cup of coffee?"
He answered, "No, sounds good. Meet you out at the snack bar."
The plan was in motion. It didn't matter I had done this many times before, it still provided me with a rush of excitement knowing I was about to offer my sexy wife to another guy. I quickly got dressed and headed to the snack bar. It was not busy and as I was standing at the counter to place my order Carl showed up. I pointed to a table in the corner I had picked out for us to sit and talk. "I have this, be there as soon as I pay," I said letting him know I was paying for the coffee.
Carl not only had a nice size cock and balls, he also had a great body. He was muscular with almost no body fat. If he wanted to put more time into his workouts he could be a body builder. As it was he wasn't overly muscular like the body builders, but he had no trouble getting Lisa's attention.
I paid for the two cups of coffee and took them to the table. Carl thanked me and we talked about the workout we had just finished and how we felt it had gone. I slowly turned the conversation to women by asking, "Have you seen that hot little brunette with those amazing green eyes?"
"You mean the little short one with short brown hair?"
"Yea, that is her. She is smoking hot."
"Yea man she really is a hot one. There are several hot gals here, but she has to be the best. The only problem is she is wearing a wedding ring and that really sucks. Why are all the good ones married?"
"I don't know, but tell me, if you could, would you fuck her?"
"Hey man, I am a red blooded male. Who wouldn't give up one of his balls to fuck a woman as hot as that, but like I said, she is married. I don't want to get sideways with a jealous husband, if you know what I mean."
"I do understand what you are saying, but let me tell you something. I know her and she is even hotter in bed than she looks."
"NO SHIT!?!? You have fucked that pussy?"
Nodding my head I said, "I am not shitting you. I have fucked her and I can assure you that pussy is amazing."
Carl looked at me as if he was trying to decide if he believed me, then asked, "What about her husband? Is she really married or is the ring a fake to just keep the guys away."
"First off the ring is legit, she is married. Second, with regard to fucking her, I haven't fucked her just once, I have that pussy several times a week. That sexy little bomb shell is my wife, her name is Lisa."
Carl pushed back from the table, and as he was getting up held his hands up in front of him and said, "Seriously Paul, I didn't mean to disrespect you or her. I had no idea..."
I cut him off by saying, "Carl, please sit back down. I am not mad and everything I said is true, she is my wife. I should know how fucking sexy she looks. I love it when guys look at her the way you do. Now sit back down, please."
Carl took his seat, but it was clear he was not comfortable with the situation. I said, "Have you ever heard of the Hotwife lifestyle?"
He nodded his head indicating he had. I continued, "My wife and I are into that. You see I find guys I want to take her on a date. I then set up the dates. Normally a guy picks her up at our house and takes her someplace nice for dinner. If he wants to take her dancing she is a magnificent dancer. The only thing required is you have to fuck her before returning her home. If you want to spend the night with her, I just need to know in advance. If the two of you hit it off, most likely there will be other dates in the future, but this is not guaranteed. There are only two guarantees. The first is you will get a first date and the second is you will get to fuck that hot body. I will also tell you if you think she looks hot and sexy here, just wait until you see her when she dresses up to impress her date. I am here to tell you she is smoking hot when a guy takes her on a date."
Carl was listening to my every word, but he was also acting very cautious. Finally he said, "Tell me the truth. This is not some practical joke. You seriously are offering to let me take your wife on a date and the stipulation is I have to fuck her before bringing her home?"
Smiling I said, "That is the long and short of it. To be honest I have checked you out in the shower and I believe my wife will not only make you very happy, I am pretty sure if you know how to use what you have hanging between your legs, you will make her happy as well."
Placing his hands on both sides of his head he said, "This has to be a fucking dream. If it is will you do me a favor and promise to not pinch me and wake me up?"
I laughed and said, "I promise, and I assure you while this may be a dream date, it is not a dream."
He was still having trouble getting his mind around everything and said, "I just can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it. Are you free Saturday night?"
"You mean this Saturday? Fuck yea. Even if I wasn't, I would be now."
"Good, give me your cell phone number. You can pick her up at 5:30. You and I will not talk of this again before Saturday, but I need to know the restaurant you will be taking her too, if you are going dancing and the hotel or place you will be taking her for the main event. Also let me know if you are keeping her out over night and when you will have her home. Give me your phone and I will put my information in it so you will know where to pick her up and the number to text me the information."
He opened a new blank contact then handed me his phone. I filled in my name, address and phone number before handing it back to him. He did the same with my phone. As he handed it back I said, "Remember, her name is Lisa and I know you are going to enjoy your date with my wife."
As he looked at the information I had entered into his phone he was shaking his head and saying, "This can't be happening."
Just before we got up from the table he asked one last question. "Hey buddy, do you mind showing me a photo of her? Maybe even one of the two of you together? You know so I know you really do know her."
I smiled as I knew what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I was not fucking with him and that she really is my wife. I have two photos I keep handy just for this type of request. I said, "Sure, no problem. I can even send you the photo of her alone, if you would like a copy."
The first of the two photos was of us together at a social function where Lisa looked particularly cute and sexy. The second photo, the one I would send him, was of Lisa in a very tiny bikini with her sexiest smile. Carl looked at the photos and said, "Fuck yes, send me that one."
I clicked on the 'share' icon and selected his contact information then tapped the Send button. Moments later Carl's phone announce he had a message. He opened it and stared at the photo then said, "Thanks man! Fuck she is hot!"
"Like I said, she will be ready at 5:30 Saturday. Don't forget to send me that information."
"Sure man, no problem."
As I left the snack bar area I could see Carl was still looking at the photo of Lisa on his phone. I was hoping he would not whip out his cock and start jacking off right there in the snack bar.
Chapter 2 – Date Night with Carl (Paul)
When I got home I told Lisa of my conversation with Carl, but didn't reveal Carl's identity. She was laughing as I told her of his typical disbelief. Almost all of the guys I had arranged with to take her on a date had reacted in a similar manner.
She put her arms around my neck and asked, "How big do you think he is?"
This is something we went through each time I arranged a date for her. I said, "You know I am not going to tell you. That is part of the surprise, but have I ever let you down even once?"
"No you haven't. You said I have met him?"
"Yes, but it was several months ago. I doubt you remember him."
"Is he cute?"
"Of course, and he has a body I know you will enjoy."
She gave me a kiss that hardened my cock. One thing about having a hot wife as petite as Lisa, I can easily pick her up and carry her anywhere I want. I did just that, taking her in my arms and carrying her into our bedroom. I usually liked to take my time and fully enjoy her body, but sometimes my lust for her made her irresistible. When that happened I got in a hurry and she liked the fact I would loose control and have to grab a quickie now and then. She was fully dressed and was wearing a short skirt. As I stood beside the bed I was unbuckling my belt at the same time I was kicking off my shoes. I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor then stepped out of them, all the while never taking my eyes off my wife. She was grinning and teasing me.
I hurried onto the bed and pushed her skirt up to her hips, causing her to let out a squeal. Pulling her thong to the side I lowered my hard cock to her pussy and pushed it in her, causing her to let out a gasp and put her arms around my neck pulling me tight against her. Even though there was no foreplay I had no trouble sinking all the way into her. She was already wet from me telling her about Carl.
As she wrapped her legs around me I began fucking her like a mad man. When I take her like this she wants me to fuck her hard and fast. This is much different than when we make love. I was so turned on by her body and knowing I had just arranged for another man to enjoy her this coming weekend, I desperately had to have her. My cock was as hard as it ever gets. I always get like this between the time I set up her dates and when she is picked up. It is during these times our fucking is the most intense.
Sometimes when she returns from her dates and is telling me all the details of what happened we fuck like this again, and sometimes we make love with slow gentle kissing and my cock slowly traveling in and out of her. I don't care which, both are good. Fucking like we were doing is animalistic savage and primitive, while making love lasts for much longer and is sweet and tender. She enjoys it both ways, but if the guy was particularly aggressive, she is oftentimes sore and likes it better when we make it last longer with less aggressive use of her body.
My passion and memories of my conversation with Carl hurled me over the edge and my balls exploded as my body filled her pussy with cum. When my orgasm ended she was hugging me tight saying, "Honey that felt wonderful. Your cock is the best of any I have ever had."
I knew she hadn't cum and I felt bad I had been so self-centered and not taken care of her. Whenever I had mentioned this in the past she always said she didn't have to have an orgasm every time. She said she received as much enjoyment out of knowing her body had made me feel good.
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Carl sent me the information I had requested. It was simply for my personal knowledge and I never share it with Lisa. The only thing I ever tell Lisa is whether or not she needs to have what she needs for an overnight stay. It didn't really surprise me when Carl had texted me saying he would be keeping her overnight. Most of the guys wanted to keep her all night and I believe she preferred spending the night with them.
I looked at my watch and it was 5:20. Carl was due to arrive in ten minutes. About then Lisa emerged from the bedroom carrying her small overnight bag. It was not surprising that she looked stunning. She was wearing her strappy four inch stilettos, a short snug fitting black skirt, and white blouse. She had a diamond pendant necklace around her neck with diamond stud earrings in her pierced ears. On her wrist she wore several gold bangle bracelets and on her left hand she wore her wedding ring.
The fragrance of her perfume was intoxicating. As she came toward me she placed her overnight bag on the floor and I hugged her tight. When I release her she asked, "Do I look okay?"
"No baby you don't look okay, you look absolutely perfect. I promise you his cock is going to be hard when he sees you."
"I hope so," was her only reply.
She always got a little nervous just before the men arrived to pick her up. I knew better than kiss her and mess up her lipstick, instead I hugged her tight and whispered into her ear, "I love you so much. Fuck his brains out. Show him what a hot wife I have."
"I will, I promise."
Just then I heard someone at the door. I let her go and quickly slipped off to my hiding spot. She went to the door and waited until she saw I was in place before opening the door. When she opened the door I could see she was trying to remember Carl from the gym, but am not sure she ever was able to place him.
I could see he was glancing around the house, probably looking for me, but when he didn't see me he said, "Lisa?"
"Yes, and you must be Carl, my date for the evening."
"You are beautiful! I still can't believe this is happening."
Lisa always had a way of breaking the tension by doing or saying something they didn't expect. She reached to his pants and squeezed his hard shaft through his slacks. Holding his cock firmly in her hand she said, "I believe there is a part of you that at least hopes it is real."
Carl smiled and put his arms around her and hugged her. She gave him a peck on the lips and said, "I packed a few things, since I understand I am spending the night in your bed."
"Yes, I hope that is Okay."
"Honey, if my husband gave me to you for the night, it is all good with me. It is entirely his decision. I do hope you don't mind I prefer to sleep nude."
"Oh fuck! I don't mind at all," said Carl.
He was grinning ear to ear as he reached down to pick up her bag. He opened the door for her and followed her out onto the porch, puling the door closed behind him.
I had my cock in my hand as I hurried from my hiding spot to look out the windows. I watched as Lisa reached out and took Carl's hand in hers as he was leading her to his car. I was very impressed, he was driving a silver Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet. He had the top down and it looked so cool. I thought to myself he must do very well at his firm. I had learned while talking to him he is an Engineer.
I watched Lisa get into the passenger side and Carl close her door. He went around and climbed into the driver's seat. I could tell by the way he was moving how excited he was. They sat there talking for a few minutes. I could see Lisa turn slightly toward him. I saw her arms move and could see she had reached out to hold his hands. After talking a couple minutes they both turned to face forward. I heard the sweet roar of the engine come to life then watched as Carl backed out of our driveway and headed off down the street.
Back in the living room I grabbed the remote control for the television and pressed the power button. I turned the channel to the baseball game. My cock was still out and as hard as ever. I just about shot my load when I heard her tell Carl she hoped he didn't mind that she liked sleeping nude. My cock was straining as I thought about Lisa and the plans I knew Carl had for their date. I knew my Lisa would be a date he would not soon forget.
Each and every time Lisa leaves on a date I tell myself to wait until she comes back home, but every time I end up jerking off at least two or three times before she gets back home. The ball game was on and the score was tied up, but as I slowly stroked my cock I was was already on thinking about who I would find for her next date.
Chapter 3 – Handsome Carl (Lisa)
When I opened the door and saw Carl standing there I could not remember ever seeing him before. I have no doubt I had, but I just couldn't remember. He stepped into the house and I knew Paul was watching. I made sure to stand so my husband could see both Carl and me. I know this part really excites him. I wondered if he had his cock in his hand and was stroking it. He had told me he does that sometimes when he is watching me meet my date for the first time.
Carl seemed to be a really nice guy and there was no argument he is a handsome man. Like most of the guys on the first date, Carl was nervous. I could see the front of his pants had a nice bulge and I wanted to feel it. I have found grabbing a guy by his cock will bring him out of a daze. Doing this also let's him know I am no prude. The nice side benefit is I get an advanced idea as to how big he is. I knew from the angle we were standing that Paul could see as I grabbed Carl's cock and held on to it.
As always happens when I do this, the tension was broken and Carl relaxed just a little. If he had any doubts he was going to get to fuck me, those doubts were now gone. Knowing Paul was listening I told Carl I hoped he didn't mind I liked sleeping nude. I said if for Carl, but mostly for Paul. If he hadn't had his cock in his hand before, I knew he would after hearing that.
As we were walking away from the house Carl was evidently too shy to hold my hand, so I reached out and took hold of his. He led me to his car, a beautiful and I knew very expensive sports car. It was a convertible and I love convertibles. He had the top down. As I got into the car I saw from the logo on the dash it was a Porsche, but I didn't know anything about the model or that stuff. I knew Paul would know all about it and most likely be able to tell me every detail about it including how much it sells for new. All I knew was it was cute and sexy.
Carl was a gentleman and closed my door. He stashed my overnight bag behind the seat and climbed into the driver's seat. He turned toward me before starting the car. I turned to face him reaching out to take hold of his hands. I saw him looking at my legs just before he asked, "Do you want to know what I have planned?"
I shook my head and said, "No, I like being surprised. My husband has given me to you for the night and I just want you to enjoy our date. I am in your hands and want to learn all about you."
"You are amazing. I don't think I have ever met a woman quite like you."
"I like that. You are a very handsome man. I am excited my husband picked you for my date."
"Damn, you are beautiful!"
I smiled and said, "Thank you Sir."
He let go of my hands and looked at me a moment or two longer then turned to start the car. I like the fact men find me attractive. I could tell he wanted to kiss me and I was disappointed he had not acted on that impulse.
I know men like petite women and if I am nothing else, I am petite. I buckled my seat belt as Carl started the car and backed out of the drive. He shifted the car into first and smashed the gas at he let the clutch out. The force of acceleration pressed me back into the seat and we were off toward the freeway. I watched at his right hand was shifting the gears up and down through the range. He seldom used his brakes, but instead would down shift as he cut in and out weaving through traffic.
I loved the exhilaration as he drove to the restaurant. It was obvious from watching him as he became an extension of the car that he loved to drive and loved his car. When we pulled up in front of the restaurant it was one I knew of, but had been to only once before. Carl seemed to have hit a new level of energy as he jumped out of the car and was there to help me out as the valet held my door open for me. The valet handed him a ticket for the car and I heard him say a long drawn out, "Sw-e-e-e-e-e-t ride." as he jumped into the drivers seat and drove it off to park.
Carl just watched and smiled. "I always like it when they first get in. It is such a cool car to drive."
"And expensive," I added.
"Yes, that it is, but it is my only big extravagance."
He offered me his arm. I placed my hand in his bent elbow and followed along as he led me into the restaurant. Carl ordered for both of us and ordered a nice bottle of wine. Not much was said as the waiter brought the wine to the table and poured a sample for Carl to sample. As Carl was doing this I could not help but notice the waiter was busy sneaking peaks at me. I pretended to not notice as I concentrated on Carl. After Carl gave his approval the waiter poured the wine and left us alone to visit.
Carl seemed to open up slowly like a flower blossom. Gradually the inner layers were revealed. I was sure most of it was his shyness and the fact neither of us had been formally introduced. I had the advantage in that I had been in this situation several times before.
It is a little awkward visiting with someone of the opposite sex knowing later you would be in bed with this person. He hadn't even kissed me yet, but we both knew later he would be filling my pussy with his cum.
Normally a relationship evolves over a period of time as you work up to eventually being intimate. While it might be a little unusual at first, I find it to be exciting to have my husband select a man he wants to fuck me. We had been doing this for a few years and it has always been fun and erotic. Some dates ended better than others, and I was picking up the feeling that this was going to be one of the better ones.
While we waited for our food and enjoyed the wine, Carl said, "This seems so strange. We don't even know each other yet, but..."
He paused in mid sentence and I said, "Carl, if you don't want to do this, there is nothing that says we have to."
"No, no it is not that. Not that at all. I just don't know how I should act since we hardly know each other. Not only that, you are married."
"Trust me Carl, I understand. Maybe I can help. First off, my husband set up this date, right?"
He nodded his head in answer. "Second he told you what you are allowed to do, correct?"
"Yea, he basically said anything I want."
"That is right. Lastly, you are not a virgin, correct?"
"Yea, I mean no, I am not. I have been with other women."
"Good, that makes two of us."
Carl grinned and I knew what he was thinking when I added, "As well as other men." I gave him my sexiest smile and was sure he followed my meaning. I really hadn't been with any women before, but I know guys have fantasies of women together. I have absolutely nothing against women who like to be with other women, it was just that I had never had the opportunity. I had often wondered what it would be like and I know it was crazy, but I even wondered if wanting to experience making love to another woman made me bi-sexual. I realized it didn't, but maybe one day I would have the opportunity.
I said, "Just think of it like this. We both I plan on spending the night in your bed. It is not like you have to wonder if you are going to hit a home run, I assure you that you are going to hit several grand slams out of the park before morning. Act like this is our tenth date and we know each other very well. Act as if this is not the first time we have met. I promise I will not break and you will not offend me. You may touch me anywhere you want, whenever you want. I want you to treat me like your long time girlfriend." I paused watching him then asked, "Does that help?"
We were sitting at a small table next to each other. I saw his arm move then his hand was on my bare thigh. His eyes were on mine as I smiled and said, "Yes, Honey that is much better. I like the feeling of a man's strong hand on me."
He squeezed my thigh and I reached under and placed my hand on top of his then said, "That is much better. As you can see, this is also what I wanted and I didn't even bite."
He smiled then I saw him leaning toward me. I knew what he wanted and leaned toward him until our lips met. His breath was fresh and minty, and his tongue was in my mouth. Our kiss was interrupted as the waiter cleared his throat and was standing there with our food. We were both a little embarrassed and didn't say anything as he put the plates on the table in front of us. Carl had pulled his hand back off my leg.
As we ate I wanted to know more about Carl, and like all men, he was eager to talk about himself. I listened as he told me his background and the fact he has an older brother and younger sister. I don't know if Paul even knew this, but Carl had attended the same university we had graduated from. He was a couple years ahead of us and told me he had a Master's degree in Structural Engineering.
"Lisa do you like to dance?"
"Yes, but I am not very good."
"That is not what I heard. After we finish would you like to go dancing or to the hotel?"
"That is up to you. It honestly doesn't matter to me. What do you want to do?"
He grinned at my question and I quickly added, "Yes, I know you want to do that and I promise you we will, but do you want to go dancing before we get naked?"
Carl said, "Getting naked with you sounds like a lot of fun, but it might be fun to dance a little. I warn you I am not very good, but yea it might be fun. There is a club with a live band in our hotel."
"That sounds perfect, " I said. "We can dance a little then when we are ready we can go to our room and shed our clothes."
Carl was nodding his head and said, "Yes, I would like that."
A few minutes later we had finished dinner, paid the check, and were back in his car. We were once again weaving through traffic and in no time were at one of the oldest and nicest hotels in the city. Carrying my bag along with his own, Carl led me into the lobby. He checked us in and was given the key to our room. He waived off the bellman who offered to help and we headed toward our room.
After getting off the elevator Carl led me to a suite. The view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows was awesome. Carl came up behind me wrapping his arms around me saying, maybe we should just stay here and skip the dancing."
Reaching behind me I took hold of his cock and said, "This big guy can wait a little longer. You promised me at least one dance and drink."
He was definitely getting more comfortable around me. He kissed the side of my neck. A man touching or kissing the side of my neck always sends a shiver through my core directly to my clit. I tuned in his arms and put my arms around his neck. We looked at each other a few moments then our lips touched. It was a gentle loving kiss. When our lips parted I took hold of his hand and said, "Come on Sweetie. If I don't get you out of here now we will never get onto the dance floor."
He was protesting as I drug him toward the door. I knew if he really wanted to stay there was no way I would be able to stop him. I didn't care if we stayed and fucked the night away, but he said he wanted to dance and it had been a long time for me as well.
The club was busy, but the music was subdued. I don't like clubs where you have to scream at each other in order to be heard. We ordered drinks then headed toward the dance floor. It didn't take me long to learn Carl was an excellent dancer. We danced a couple of slow dances and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I always get aroused knowing the effect my body has on a man.
As the third song was starting it was another slow one and I saw someone tap Carl on the shoulder. At first I couldn't see who it was, but evidently he had asked Carl if he could dance with me. Carl handed me off to this man who pulled me tight against him. It was unusual for a man to pull me this close before he even had a chance to meet me.
The man was tall and broad shouldered. I then heard a voice I knew very well. "Honey, you look really pretty tonight. It is nice to see you." The voice was unmistakably that of my father! I looked up to see him looking at me. I was speechless.
"That is a nice handsome young man you are with, but where is Paul?"
I had often wondered what I would do if this ever happened. We live in my hometown and see my parents several times a month. Until now Paul and I had always been able to keep this part of our lives private. Now I had to explain it and I had never been able to lie to my father. Each time I had ever tried he saw right through me. I had learned, the hard way, to be up front with him and his love for me would always come through.
I said, "Daddy let's finish this dance then I promise I will explain." I knew this would give me some time to stall and think about what I was going to say.
He said nothing, but did relax his embrace and we danced like he and I had done for so many years. My father and I were always very close and I knew no matter what, he would back me in whatever decision I made. I made up my mind as we danced I was going to tell him the truth and was pretty sure he would understand, he very likely would not approve, but he would understand.
When the song finished I said, "Just a minute Daddy. Let me tell Carl you and I need to talk."
He nodded his head and I could not tell whether or not he was upset. I went to our table and told Carl I needed to talk to the man I had been dancing with. I told him to wait for me and promised him I would be back when I was done. He gave me a quizzical look, but I assured him everything was fine.
I returned to find my father waiting where I had left him. He said, "Let's get out of the club where we can have a little more quiet and privacy."
Following him to a bench outside the club entrance he asked, "Is this okay?" I nodded my head and we sat on the bench.
Turning slightly to face him I said, "Daddy I can explain. This is something Paul and I have been doing for maybe five years or so..." I went on to explain how Paul finds me dates and I go out with guys some of whom I have met before or even dated before and some who are complete strangers to me.
He asked, "This guy you are with tonight. Where does he fit into this?"
"He is a guy Paul met at the gym. I guess I met him once maybe 6 months ago, but I don't remember him. He is a really nice guy from what I have seen so far. He took me out for a very nice meal." I told him the name of the restaurant and he seemed to be impressed. "We then came here for some dancing and that is when you saw us."
He sat there looking at me waiting for me to continue. When I didn't he questioned, "And after you are finished dancing...?"
I looked into his eyes, took a deep breath, then said, "Then we will go up to our room. The room he booked for the night."
"So you are spending the night?"
"Yes Daddy, that is the plan."
"And Paul knows where you are if he needs you?"
"Yes Daddy. Carl told him where we were going to eat and where we are spending the night."
"Honey are you sure about this?"
"Yes Daddy, this is not the first time. I know you are disappointed, but it is..."
He held up his hand to stop me and said, "No, you don't understand. I am not disappointed I am simply concerned and want to make sure Paul knows where you are and what is going on. I understand what you are doing, and this probably should be your mother who is telling you this, but your ole Mom and Dad are not as naive and innocent as you might think. We have done some swinging ourselves." He could have knocked me over with a feather, then he continued, "Honey, the fact is when you were born your mother wanted to have a paternity test done, but I refused to let her do it. Several years later we did have the test done because we needed to know who your father was, for health reasons."
"Daddy, what are you talking about?" Now I was the one who was totally confused.
"As I said, your mother and I were involved in a group of what we called Swingers. Your mother wasn't certain who your biological father was. We learned a couple of the men who could have fathered you had some genetic heart problems and we needed to know if their genetic defects might have been passed on to you. When you were born I told your mother I didn't care if you were from my sperm or some other man's. I knew you were my little girl regardless as to whose sperm started the process."
I was stunned to learn my parents had been swingers. I never would have suspected anything like that. My father had been the perfect father. I didn't want to, but I had to ask, "And what did you find out?"
"You were always my little girl, but the test showed you were my biological child as well."
I am not sure why, but I breathed a sigh of relief. He was right, it didn't matter, but it was also nice to know.
"Honey I understand what you are going through because I know what it is like for us."
I noticed he used the present tense and asked, "What it IS like for you, as in currently?"
He nodded his head and grinned. He said, "Your mother is, as you say, a very hot wife."
I put my hands over my ears and said, "DADDY! You can't tell me stuff like that."
He laughed and said, "Just like Paul, I can't help it that I am married to such a sexy woman. You must get your heightened sexual desire from her. Baby you know I will never judge you. I just want to make sure you are safe and that you and Paul are okay."
"Yes Daddy we are both just fine."
Grinning he said, "Well you might be fine, but I am sure poor Paul is home jerking off thinking about you."
"DADDY!"
He grinned saying, "Honey, that is what guys do. You know I am right. Now run along and make that man you are with happy. He probably thinks the old man you were dancing with has taken his place."
I hugged him and without even thinking about it, gave him a kiss on the lips. I had kissed my father on the lips only a few times. Normally I always kissed his cheek, but at that moment I felt so much closer to him than ever before. When our lips parted I said, "Daddy, you would not be such a bad replacement. I love you."
"I love you too Honey. Now run along before he grabs a cute little cocktail waitress."
I laughed at his comment then hurried back inside the club where Carl was waiting. I could see Daddy sitting just outside the entrance of the club on the bench by himself and wondered why I had not asked him what he was doing here tonight and why Mom wasn't with him. He seemed to be scanning the women walking around as if he was looking for someone in particular.
Upon finding Carl still sitting at the table where I had left him earlier, I took hold of his hand and asked, "Can we go to our room now?"
His face lit up when he looked at me and with a grin he said, "I thought you would never ask."
Carl never asked about the man I had danced with and found the need to have a private conversation with. I figured if Paul set me up with him again maybe then I might open up to him and tell him what the interruption in our date had been all about. Until then I was focused on my date and making him happy.
When we arrived back in our room some of the butterflies I had experienced earlier returned. It did not matter how many times this scenario had played out before, I still had a slight case of the nerves. I think the nervousness of knowing I am about to be intimate with someone for the first time plays a large part in what I liked about dating guys my husband had arranged with to take me out. As is normally the case, Carl's nerves were much worse than mine. He had been doing fine until it was time to take this next step. It was the part of the date he had been looking forward to the most, but it was also the part of the date that made both of us anxious.
I put my arms around his neck and said, "Baby I am all yours. My husband wants you to en;joy yourself. I am here to make sure that happens."
"Lisa, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met."
"You are not so bad yourself." While keeping my eyes on his I dropped my arms from his neck and moved my hands to his belt to begin unbuckling it. As I was in the process of doing this I asked, "If you could have anything you wanted, anything at all, right now, what would it be?"
He grinned and said, "Porsche has a new model that is really..."
I punched him in the arm and gave him a sexy frown then said, "Buster if you want any pussy tonight you better come up with a better answer than that."
He held up both hands in surrender saying, "I am sorry, but I couldn't resist. So anything at all?" He paused as if to think then said, "I think it would be my newest buddy's wife naked in my hotel room on her knees sucking my cock while she looks up at me so I can see her beautiful eyes and watch my cock going in and out of her mouth."
"That is much better and I am almost certain that can be arranged."
I did a slow strip tease for him removing my blouse then my skirt. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I held it to my breasts then slowly lowered it to let him see my breasts. Next I turned my back to him and pulled my thong down my legs. When I had stepped out of it I turned to face him with one hand covering my pussy and the other holding the thong.
He reached out and took my thong from me. Our eyes were locked on each other as he put the satin garment to his nose and sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He smiled and said, "That is such a sexy aroma."
Pulling my hand away from my pussy and holding both arms out to my side I asked, "Does the gentleman like what he sees?"
"Oh fuck! Hell Yes!"
I was standing in front of Carl totally naked for the first time. I had unbuckled his belt but otherwise he was still fully clothed. I love the look on a guy's face at this moment. I believe it is at this precise moment that a woman has the most control. Giving him a few seconds to look I then asked, "Sweetie, do you want me to take off my heels?"
He said, "Fuck, you are gorgeous!" He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts, then said, "No, leave them on. They are too damn hot to take off."
I smiled at him then took one step toward him and knelt on the carpet in front of him. I went to work on his pants by finishing what I had started. I unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor. I could easily see there was a nice bulge in his boxers that was creating a large tent in the fabric. Taking hold of the waistband I lowered his boxers revealing a very hard, thick, and heavily veined cock pointing directly at me. I looked up at him smiling and while keeping my eyes on him I cupped his balls in my left hand and gripped his hard shaft in my right. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue to touch the spongy and silky soft flesh of his glans. I tasted his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his large organ.
At the touch of my tongue, he groaned and threw his head back. His eyes returned to mine as the head of his cock disappeared between my lips. I moved my head forward then back, each time taking more and more of his hard shaft into my mouth and throat taking him deeper and deeper each time.
I had learned to control my gag reflex long ago and could take a man deep into my throat. Carl watched intently as I pulled back to where just the tip of his cock was between my lips then I would move toward him until my nose was pressed into his pubes, tickling my nose. A couple of times I gagged just a little, but most guys like that.
As I moved my mouth back and forth I was thinking how Paul had done a very nice job finding me such a nice cock to enjoy. My eyes were still locked with Carl's. I knew men liked looking into the eyes of the woman who was sucking their cock, and Carl had even told me he wanted me to look at him.
Without much warning I felt Carl's hands on my head pulling my face hard against his body. Fortunately, feeling his hands on my head was enough warning of what was about to happen for me to suck in a deep breath filling my lungs with air. A second or two later my windpipe was blocked as he pushed his thick shaft into my neck.
I could feel the underside of his cock pressing against my tongue. With my tongue I could feel the pulsations along the underside of his cock feeling his cum traveling through his cock and then dumping directly into my throat. His semen was being dumped directly into my stomach denying me the opportunity to enjoy the manly flavor of his essence.
I had felt this before and never grew tired of it, but I do like tasting a man's cum. I was just about to run out of breath when he relaxed and released his grip on my head. I pulled his cock out and sucked in several deep breaths of air.
He was smiling and then said, "I wanted that to go in your pussy, but I got caught up in how good it felt I just couldn't stop."
I was now cupping his balls in my hand when I said, "Baby we have all night and remember I have two more holes you can use."
He smiled and said, "Fuck Me!"
I grinned and said, "No Sir. You are supposed to fuck ME."
I finished undressing him while keeping my heels strapped around my ankles. We climbed into bed and talked while I fondled his cock. I enjoy playing with a man's cock. The gasping and moaning sounds of pleasure as he enjoys my hands on his manhood never fail to delight me.
Once his cock began to get hard again he moved me into position on my back with my legs spread wide. He climbed between my legs and was looking down at my pussy then at me. He had his cock in his hand and I could feel the tip touching my lips. He was looking at me as I smiled and nodded my head. With a grin he looked at my bald pussy and pushed his cock between my lips and into me.
I let out a gasp when I felt him enter me. I could already tell he was not going to fuck me aggressively the way I enjoyed it the most, but was going to go slow. With him already having cum once it was going to take a long time for him to cum at this pace and that was not all bad. His cock felt very good and I didn't care if he slow fucked me all night. The sensation of his cock filling me then leaving me empty, in anticipation of being filled again, was perfect.
When he eventually began filling my pussy with his seed I was on my fifth orgasm. He remained inside me for quite a while after filling me with cum, then when he did pull out I moved down to take him in my mouth cleaning his cock and balls of the mixture of my pussy juice and his semen. Once I was sure he was clean I cleaned a little more. Finally I moved up to lay my head on his chest and place my open palm on his flaccid cock. He held me tight against his body as we slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning my head was still on his chest. I could hear his heart beating and hear his lungs filling with air then releasing it, only to fill again. I slowly moved down his body and lay the side of my face on his groin taking his flaccid cock into my mouth. I slowly began sucking on it enjoying how it felt in my mouth. It remained flaccid for a while then began filling with blood and hardening. I could feel him moving and hear him moaning letting me know he was waking up.
I heard him exclaim, "What the fuck!" then let out a groan of contentment. He said, "Oh fuck Baby that feels awesome! Nobody has ever woke me up like that." Jokingly he then said, "Why don't you divorce your husband and marry me?"
I laughed and said, "You went to the same college as we did. You should have found me first."
He gave me an exasperated moan and said, "Yea, that is the story of my life."
I put his cock back in my mouth and it quickly grew to full erection filling my mouth to overflow. I didn't know what he wanted to do next so I kept sucking until he said, "Last night you mentioned three holes. I think I missed one somewhere."
I lifted my head up and got on my elbows to look at him. I said, "Baby I am here for you and you know you can do what you want." As I was saying this and looking into his eyes, further down his body I was using my hand to slowly stroke his manhood.
He grinned and asked, "Can you get on your stomach?"
I didn't move but instead said, "Yes, Baby I am perfectly capable of getting on my stomach."
He looked at me trying to figure out why I wasn't moving into position. Then I saw it in his eyes as he understood. He gave me a mischievous look as if to say, 'I can play it that way too.' He said, "Baby get on your stomach, I am going to fuck that tight little ass."
I looked at him, smiled, then in my most submissive voice said, "Yes Sir. I am yours to take however you want."
He took a pillow from the head of the bed, doubling it over before shoving it under my hips elevating my ass for a better angle for penetration. He moved my legs apart and I knew I was dry and a little nervous as large as he was of him attempting to penetrate me without lubrication. I was thankful when I felt him push his cock into my pussy to cover it with my slick pussy secretions. After a half dozen or so strokes he pulled out and I felt him position the head of his cock against my smallest hole.
Relaxing as much as possible I prepared myself for his entry, I knew was coming. Larger cocks than his had been in my ass, but it had been quite some time since one as large as his had penetrated my tiny hole. He began pushing and after considerable effort my sphincter relented allowing him entry. I had been biting my lower lip to keep from crying out and was relieved once the tip of his cock was fully inside me.
"Wait just a minute Baby. Let me get used to your cock. You are so big I need to stretch a little."
He held himself in place as I continued to will myself to relax. After a couple minutes I said, "Okay Honey I think I am ready. Fill my little ass with your cock."
I felt the pressure as he slowly pushed the remainder of his cock into me. When I felt his pubes tickle my cheeks I knew he was almost fully inside me. He kept pushing until he was pressed hard against my ass. Once he was fully inside me he rested and didn't move. I think he was enjoying the feeling of my tight sphincter gripping his cock rather than simply giving me more time to adjust to his thick shaft.
When he began moving it felt incredible. "Fuck me Baby. Your cock is so big." I could tell he was like a lot of men and enjoyed me talking dirty to him. "Your buddy's wife's ass is yours to use. You can fuck it all you want Baby. He gave it to you to fuck." He wasn't saying a word, but his thrusts were speeding up and he was driving his cock into me with a lot more force. His groin slamming into my ass cheeks felt good.
"Oh fuck Baby, that feels so damn good. Fill my ass Baby, fill it full of your seed." I was moving my ass and trying to push up against him as he was driving his cock into me. Now that I was loosened up his cock felt really good.. I reached back with both hands and to take hold of his body. I felt him raise up and take my wrists in his hands. He was pulling me backward as he drove his cock into my ass. He was using my arms like reins on a horse. With his knees he moved my legs together and was straddling my legs with his knees on the outside of my thighs. He was driving his cock into me hard and fast. I loved how it felt.
He rode me that way for a while then he released my arms and gripped my hips digging his fingers hard into my flesh as he held my hip bones and fucked my ass even harder. He lasted only a few additional seconds before crying out something unintelligible and pressing his pubes hard against my ass while his body pumped his semen deep inside me.
His grip relaxed as his orgasm faded and he fell forward laying on my back. He was breathing hard and fast trying to recover from the exertion of fucking me so hard. I turned my head to try and look back at him as I said, "Honey that was amazing. Your cock is huge!"
We lay there enjoying the afterglow for quite some time. Eventually we made our way to the shower where I was able to get him hard one last time. It took me quite a while, but he eventually fed me one last load of semen. We kissed and hugged under the cascade of warm water from the shower. Only when we started to run out of hot water did we decide to get out and get dressed.
After eating breakfast in one of the restaurants in the hotel we climbed into Carl's cute little car for the wild and exciting trip home. The difference this time was Carl didn't shift near as much as he had before. He had gotten over the shyness of the evening before and it seemed he preferred his hand high on my bare thigh pressed against my pussy. I didn't mind at all, I liked his hand where it was much better than on the gear shift.
I thought once he loosened up, this might happen as he became more comfortable with me. He didn't know, but earlier I had decided to not wear anything under my skirt in hopes this would happen. I knew how Paul liked feeling my pussy as he drove and figured Carl would also. His hand was resting between my legs in direct contact with my bare hairless lips.
Chapter 4 - All the Details (Paul)
My wife would be home soon. Lisa had sent me a text from the hotel as they were finishing up breakfast. She told me they would be home shortly. It was my practice to hide when her date picked her up and then greet my wife and her date when they returned. I had jacked off four times since they had left and was anxious for Lisa to get home. Not only was I in need of my wife's touch I also needed to talk to her regarding my visitor the previous evening.
I could not get it out of my head how late last night her father had visited the house. My father-in-law is the best. He and I have always had a great relationship, but seldom does he or my mother-in-law come to our home. Normally we go to theirs. Imagine my surprise when at 11:00 PM the doorbell rang. I almost didn't answer it, but was afraid something might have happened to Lisa.
When I opened the door I saw it was Lisa's father, Jason. Before stepping into the house he said "Son, we need to talk."
I stepped aside allowing him to enter. Closing the door I followed him into the living room. I thought maybe it had something to do with Karen, Lisa's mother. It is clear my wife got her looks from her mother. I have seen photos of Karen when she was younger and there is no doubt Lisa is her mother's daughter. You could easily pass the photos of Karen, when she was Lisa's age, off as being Lisa. Karen was just as good looking as her daughter is now and for an older woman she is still an extremely attractive woman.
Jason had already taken a seat. I sat down and waited for him to tell me why he was here at such a late hour. He obviously had something on his mind the way he was looking at me. He said, "Paul I am hesitant to do this, but for Lisa's sake I have to know. Where is my daughter tonight?"
I couldn't believe he was asking this,but the better question was why was he asking. Did he know something I was unaware of him having knowledge of? I asked, "She is out with a friend, why do you ask?"
"A friend?"
"Yes Sir."
"A friend of hers or yours?"
Lisa had always told me to never lie to her father. She claimed he was a human lie detector and I had always followed her advice with regards to her parents. I took a deep breath and said, "Well Sir, I guess you could say it is mine."
"Male or female?"
"Male Sir."
"One last question, were is she and be specific?"
I gave him the name of the hotel and he said, "So it is true. You know what is going on. You sent her on a date and know she is spending the night with this guy?"
I was ready for the broken nose I was about to experience when that meaty fist of his connected with my face as I answered, "Yes Sir that is correct."
His shoulders sort of slumped as he seemed to relax and let out a sigh of relief. He looked at me and said, "Fuck Son, I have been worried sick she lied to me and you didn't know. Now that I know she was telling me the truth I feel much better."
"Sir?"
"Oh that's right, you don't know. A few hours ago I ran into Lisa and that guy you set her up with. She told me everything, but I had to make sure. I'm sorry, but that is why I stopped by so late."
He went on to tell me about his and his wife's own wild sexual practices and how they did not know for several years if he was Lisa's biological father. He told me how they had partied with so many couples and they were worried her father might have been one of two other men her mother had enjoyed over the years and if so they had some genetic health issues that Lisa might have inherited. It was the need to know the identity of her biological father for health reasons that led them to finally confirm Jason was in fact my wife's biological father.
He said, "Son, there was never any doubt I was her Daddy, and the identity of whose sperm had fertilized Karen's egg was never a concern of mine. I probably still wouldn't know if not for that heart issue and us wanting to make sure if she did have the genetic defect that we stayed on top of it."
Jason stayed for over an hour telling me how he and Karen partied in groups and even had participated in 'House Key parties'. I had heard about these parties but Karen and I had never been a part of one. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Son, it is important for you to know and believe what I am about to tell you. It is true I love sex and I have fucked a lot of women, but you have to know I have NEVER touched Lisa." He placed a lot of emphasis on the word NEVER.
I said, "I believe you. You never have to worry about me thinking otherwise."
"It is important to me that you know. I am not saying she isn't one sexy little gal, but I would never touch a child. My interest is only in adults."
I wondered what he was telling me. Was he saying he has never touched Lisa, but that could change now that she is an adult. Was he telling me this about my mother-in-law since he now knew Lisa and I are much more open minded than he had realized? I wasn't sure and didn't think that was the time to pursue the topic further with him..
He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "Oh I am sorry. I didn't realize how late it is. I need to take off."
"That is fine, with Lisa gone there is not much to do here. I won't be going to bed for a while yet."
He grinned and said, "Yea, I know how it is. I told Lisa you would be busy with that." He gave me a wink and I know I must have blushed. I opened the door and just before he left he said, "Remember to take it easy, if she is like her mother was after being with another man she is going to want a tool she is more familiar with when she gets home. I know I will be busy too."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but smiled and said, "Yes Sir, I will remember," just before I closed and locked the door.
I had been on my way to bed when the doorbell had rung. Now there was no way I was going to get any sleep. I turned the television back on and started the DVD I had been watching featuring the husband who sets up dates for his wife. It didn't take long at all before I was pumping another thick load out of my balls. Only then was I able to finally fall off to sleep.
****
Lisa's text message from the restaurant had awakened me. Thoughts of all that had happened, along with what I had learned the previous night had my cock hard as I anxiously waited for Lisa and Carl to pull up.
The sound of the high performance engine in Carl's Porsche revving in the drive got my attention. I looked out and saw that fancy little sports car and saw my Lisa grinning from ear to ear as Carl opened her door. He was the one this time to take hold of her hand as he carried her bag in his other hand. I opened the door as they stepped onto the porch.
Greeting them I asked, "Did you two have fun?"
Lisa looked at Carl then at me before saying, "Yes it was a great date. Carl was such a gentleman and his car is so cool. You would love it."
"I am sure I would, it is pretty cool looking." I paused and said, "I hope Carl came through and didn't disappoint you in any way."
Lisa said, "Absolutely not, but maybe you need to ask him about your wife?"
"Well Carl, was she everything you expected?"
"No, she was so much more." He looked at Lisa then back to me and said, "If you will allow me, I would very much like to date your wife again."
"I will keep that in mind. I have your phone number."
Carl was looking at me when he said, "Do you mind?" then shifted his gaze to Lisa.
"No, not at all, but you two might want to come inside and not give the neighbors a show."
They both stepped inside and I closed the door. I stood a few feet away and heard Carl say, "Lisa you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Last night is one I will never forget. Thank you so much." He then pulled her to him and gave her a very passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. He finally let her up and looked at me and said, "I owe you man.. Thanks a million."
He glanced one more time at Lisa then opened the door and left. Lisa closed the door. She turned to me and said, "Honey he was such a nice guy and I had so much fun. Thank you for that date."
"I am happy you had a good time and enjoyed Carl."
"Oh I did."
A serious look came over her face and she said, "We need to talk about Daddy."
The look on her face was as I expected when I said, "Yea, I know."
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