I hadn’t had a first date this whole year. I’m lucky to have a few men who tend to drift in and out of my life. I’ve been a hotwife for over 5 years now so I’ve met some interesting men along the way. I like that I have had some cordial endings and that these friends I’ve made along the way come back from time to time. Still, I had lost a lover or two due to the Corona virus. They’re fine. They just made bad decisions about our relationship so I’m blaming it on Covid or the ridiculousness of 2020 in general.
I had tried to meet new men over the last couple of months. I was back on the dating sites like Bumble once bars and restaurants opened back up. I even connected with a few and had several good days of chat with men who seemed promising. I’d been asked out on dates but every time that I made plans with a new suitor, they would cancel, usually on the day of the date. My husband said that they either got cold feet or their wives found their phones. Whatever the reason, I’ve had bad luck. I figured I’d try again and I found Pete.
Pete was much nearer my age than men that I usually see. I don’t go after younger men. Younger men come after me. I think men in their forties generally look for the young women but for whatever reason, I rarely match with age appropriate men. I was happy when we matched as he looked quite fit and had a nice smile.
We had some chat through the dating app and then moved to text. There’s a good chance that I will fuck you if you ever get my number to text me. It’s as if you’ve passed level one and there’s a connection between us at some level. I don’t give my number out often. He was prompt and flirty in responses and sounded intelligent. Pair that with a handsome man who has a cute smile and (unless you fuck up), we’ll probably get together. I liked chatting with him and he sent me music he likes. I love that.
A few days later, we met up at Sandbar. He preferred a patio for dinner. He hadn’t been out to a restaurant in months and, like many people, was a little reluctant to be around a lot of people. Outdoors seemed a bit safer and I liked that Sandbar allows smoking on the patio. Win-win. My temperature was checked at the door and I strolled out to the patio.
Pete flagged me down right away and we found a table. I thought he was even better looking in person than in his pictures which doesn’t always happen. I ordered a Margarita and he ordered iced tea. I soon discovered that Pete was an alcoholic who was 5 years sober. It didn’t bother him that I drank and was honest and open about his past. I appreciated that and we quickly moved past it to find out other details about one another.
We chatted and laughed over tacos. He looked me in the eyes when he spoke to me and was quite charming. I had no doubt that if I was asked, I would be fucking him later that evening. I thought I felt a mutual attraction and soon I was being invited back to his place. He said that we could have a fire in the fire pit that he has in his backyard. He would love to continue our date, conversation and I could smoke. He gets me already.
He kissed me in the parking lot, joked about being erect in public and gave me his address to follow him to his place which wasn’t far from the bar. He was waiting outside for me as I pulled up. Pete has a roommate but he was gone for the night. I got a brief tour and pet his dog before we headed out back to the firepit.
The moon was bright as we sat in a couple of patio chairs chatting and laughing away. Pete would lean over to kiss me and eventually asked if we should head to his room. He works at home so part of the bedroom was his office with several screens on his desk. He had a nice big screen TV and interesting wall hangings with lighting that changes color (much like Hubby and I have at home). He lit some incense which had some sexy scent to it. I knelt on the side of the bed as he stood next to it. We kissed and his hands began to wander over my dress.
He took his shirt off and I kissed down his chest to where I could undo his pants. I rubbed his erection over them and looked up at Pete to see him watching me. I licked my hand as I grabbed the head of his cock. I started to slowly run my tongue around it before taking it into my mouth. As I slid it back to my throat, he started to gently thrust his hips forward, slowly throat fucking me. I gagged just a bit as the drool dripped down to his balls.
He tried to lift my dress over my head but it stuck a bit so I stood up and then remembered that I had worn my “mrs Sexy” panties. I turned around and lifted my dress to show him the back of my whimsical lingerie. He laughed and we briefly discussed my matching tattoo before I found myself lying naked in his bed.
Pete had shed his underwear as well and we laid together kissing and fondling one another. Pete went down between my legs as I felt the flick of his tongue against my clit. I felt his fingers rubbing down my lips to the wetness of my pussy. I began to moan. He seemed to enjoy pleasing a woman and continued to tend to my body, even reaching up to my breasts as his tongue continued to pleasure my clit. I lifted my hips upward as I started to throb, cumming on his mouth and moaning “Fuck!” before I relaxed down and tried to catch my breath.
Pete came back up to kiss me before I went back between his legs as he laid on his back. I spit on the head of his cock and started to take it in and out of my mouth. I would take it into my throat as best I could and then pop it out of my mouth. He started to moan as licked my palm and gripped and twisted the head with my hand and my mouth at the same time. He seemed to enjoy this little move even more than the throat. Men seem to have their preferences. Hubby’s favorite is being deep throated. I think Pete was near orgasm and stopped me to don a condom and pulled me on top of him.
I rubbed his cock against my clit, sliding it along my lips, leaning forward to kiss him. I felt our breath intermingle as his cock sank slowly into my dripping wet pussy. I sat back to slowly ride him as he caressed my breasts. His cock felt great inside of me. We soon found a fucking rhythm together with Pete fucking me upward as I moved downward. We seemed to have excellent fucking chemistry which isn’t always easy to find.
Pete leaned up to kiss me, then pinched my nipples before putting his hands underneath my buttocks. He was lifting me upwards now, seemingly trying to get deeper inside of me. We held each other closely as I rode him before I was flipped onto my back. Pete looked into my eyes before kissing me again. He was on top of me thrusting harder and faster now. He moved my legs into a variety of positions, each one feeling better than the last. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and then grabbed onto his toned arms.
He had one of my legs on his shoulders and held the other stretched out. He continued fucking me as he began to rub my clit. This isn’t easy to do (a bit like patting your head and circling your hand over your belly) but it’s much appreciated. Men often forget that simply fucking a woman does not always make a woman orgasm. Don’t forget that clitoris boys. Sometimes I just rub my own as I’m being fucked to complete my orgasm. It’s nice when a partner makes the extra effort. I was close to cumming at that point so with a little extra attention, I was soon cumming on his cock. Pete followed me thereafter, announcing to me that he was about to cum (which I think is so sexy to hear) before I felt the throbbing within me.
Pete pulled out of me and collapsed next to me, catching his breath as we discussed how good we felt together when we fucked. He joked that he may have to make an appointment with a therapist but that it was worth it. He hadn’t been with a married woman before and we had discussed it earlier. He thought that he might be too vanilla for me but was ready for a little more adventure in his sex life. He was kind of coming out of a long term relationship. He made me feel sexy and I think I did the same for him.
We cuddled and joked around, listening to music in bed and soon found ourselves kissing and fondling each other again a short time later. I hadn’t even had a chance to have a smoke but round two sounded more appealing. His hands rubbed my thighs and his fingertips were soon dancing across my clit. I could feel myself becoming wet again to his touch. I reached into his boxers to tease his cock as he teased my pussy.
Pete sat up to take off his shorts and was then kneeling next to me. I grabbed his erection and wrapped my lips around it once again. He continued to rub my clit as I sucked his cock, moaning on it, as I took it in and out of my mouth. I grabbed another condom and put it on with my mouth. Pete pushed me backwards and knelt between my thighs. I looked up at his sexy face as he rubbed his cock against my pussy, back and forth. I was near orgasm from the teasing so it didn’t take long once he slid inside of me.
He lifted me upward, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him again. This time I came just rubbing against him. We felt good together in a variety of positions, seemingly to get into a very sexy mutual fucking rhythm in all of them. Pete announced his impending orgasm to me again and let out a moan. As he was catching his breath again, the subject of penis size came up. I think he was feeling insecure but he’s average in size and had nice girth. I told him that too big isn’t good and we joked that we seemed to fit well together. Pete blurted out, “Yes! Like puzzle pieces!” We laughed about it but he’s right. Sometimes you just fit well with one another, genitalia chemistry.
I told him that I definitely needed a cigarette now and slipped into the bathroom to clean up a bit as he got dressed in his bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom, he was playing The Door’s “Back Door Man” and I asked if that was a not-so-subtle hint for the future. He started laughing and was like “No! I thought it was funny because we were going out the back door again for a smoke.” He teased me about thinking sexually about everything and actually told me that he really likes my personality. Nobody ever tells you that.
I enjoyed my cigarette and some water. We both needed rehydration. He dragged me into the kitchen and force fed me fruit after my cigarette. Not really forced but he did have a bunch of melon and kiwi for us to snack on and it was sweet and refreshing. He’s much healthier than I am and had told me that he likes to cook and eat healthy. He was also a part time smoker though, so I knew he wasn’t all pushy and judgy about his healthier habits.
Whatever it was, we were back in bed after snack time and I found myself riding him again for round three. I texted Hubby when I was ready to head home and Pete walked me out to my car and kissed me goodnight. Good manners and good sex. It was a very sexy evening. – Juliet Adelaide
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