His Hotwife is Ready for a Boyfriend - Part 1

"Do I look okay?" your wife asks.

It's an absurd question. Completely, utterly absurd. She looks so much better than okay. She looks astoundingly sexy in that low cut black satin dress. She's irresistible. Utterly irresistible.

She's not fishing for a compliment, though. She's genuinely asking, not because she's insecure about her looks but because she's nervous about her date. She's worried that he won't like the way she looks. She's crazy to be nervous about that, but she can't help it.

There's something so adorable about her insecurity. There's something undeniably arousing about it, too. It's not a leap to think that your wife is nervous about her date because she really wants him to like her, to find her attractive, to desire her.

If that's what she wants, then it stands to reason that your wife feels that way about her date. That she likes him, that she finds him attractive, that she desires him, and if she feels that way then there's a good chance you'll be cuckolded tonight.

Thus you find yourself in the decidedly strange position of telling your wife that her date is going to think she's as beautiful as a woman has ever been. It's not a situation most married men find themselves in, but you relish the chance to build her confidence before she leaves for a date that might end with her having sex with another man.

"You look incredible," you say as she looks down and smooths out the soft satin of her dress. "You really do. Honestly, babe, that dress is stunning. Truly stunning. He's going to love it. He's going to think you're the hottest woman he's ever been on a date with. He's going to feel like the luckiest man in the restaurant, too, because you're going to get people's attention. You're genuinely going to turn heads."

She looks at you, smiles sweetly, and then looks down again as she rubs her hands nervously. "Do you really think so?" she asks.

You laugh softly, step closer, and take your wife's hands in yours. You wait until she looks up and meets your gaze and then you say, "You really like him, don't you?"

She nods.

"And you really want to look good for him, don't you?" you ask.

"I do," she says softly.

You step back, lift your wife's hand, and gently twirl her around. She laughs and spins and you let your eyes wander over her body as the satin hugs it in all the right ways.

"Mission accomplished," you say as her spinning slows. "You look...honestly, you look hot. You look insanely hot. I guarantee he's going to be thinking all sorts of dirty things from the moment he sees you."

She smiles in a manner that makes you think she'd very much like it if her date thought dirty things about her.

"You'd like it if he thought about you that way, wouldn't you?" you ask.

She bites her lower lip, looks away for a moment, and meets your gaze once more before nodding and saying, "I would. I know it's my first real date with him, but the chemistry was real during our coffee meet up and we've been talking and texting since and..."

"And you want him," you say.

She nods.

"Do you think he feels differently?" you ask.

You see the insecurity on her face and it makes you want to hold her tight and reassure her that she's the most beautiful woman in the world. "I think he likes me. I think he's into me. He tells me I'm beautiful every time we FaceTime. He tells me I'm sexy. I told him about the dress and he said he couldn't wait to see me in it."

"And you're still worried he might not be into you despite the fact that you look drop dead gorgeous in that dress?" you ask.

She nods. "I mean, I know he's into me. It's just...I don't know why, I just have this nervous feeling."

You study your wife's face as she holds your gaze for a few seconds and then looks away. "You like him," you say. "Really like him, I mean. This is more than just that animalistic desire and heat. This is...you really like him and you're nervous about him feeling the same way."

She seems a little embarrassed, like you've discovered her secret. "Is that...is that okay?"

She's been with three guys since embracing the idea of becoming a hotwife. She's been with each of them multiple times, but it was never anything more than sex dates. They'd usually go to dinner beforehand, but it was always just a lovely prelude to the real action, which was a night of incredible sex that provided her with a series of world class orgasms.

This is different. She clearly feels something more than sexual chemistry with him. She feels something deeper. Real attraction. The sort of connection that an actual relationship is built on.

"I...I think so," you say, though it's not pure arousal you're feeling. The arousal is there, but there's also a heavy dose of angst and it's the first time you've experienced it since beginning your journey as a cuckold.

"It doesn't have to be," she says. "I can call it off."

She doesn't want to call it off. You can see it in her face. You can see it in the way her nipples are hard and gently poking through the soft, thin material of her dress. She's nervous, but she's excited, too, perhaps more excited than she's been for any of her hotwife dates.

"Don't call it off," you say. "Do the opposite. Go for it. If you feel like there's something there, don't hold back. This whole thing is supposed to be about expanding and exploring."

"Even if it's not purely sexual?" she asks.

You nod.

"So if I want to actually...date him, you'd be okay with that?" your wife asks.

She's asking if it's okay if she ends up with a boyfriend instead of a fuck buddy. A guy she has actual feelings for. Someone she talks to on the phone and texts with. Someone she develops a real relationship with.

You still feel the angst, but the more you think about it the more turned on you get. You're a little nervous about sharing your arousal, but you both promised you'd be open and honest as you delved into the hotwife and cuckold lifestyle.

"It makes me a little anxious, but the truth is, I can't help but get turned on at the idea of you having a boyfriend," you say.

Her eyes go wide for just a moment and then she smiles. It seems that you've shared good news with your wife.

"And I could be wrong, but I think you're excited at the idea, too," you continue. You reach out, run your fingers over her waist, and then pull your wife closer until her body is pressed against yours. "Am I wrong?"

She looks up at you and shakes her head. "No, you're not wrong."

"Do you think you'll have sex tonight?" you ask.

She smiles, nods, and says, "I do. I think he wants it and I definitely want it."

Your cock stirs to life as you think about your wife straddling another man, lifting the bottom of her dress, and guiding his cock inside her. You think of him playing with her tits in the dress, squeezing and kneading them as she moans while grinding on his cock.

"I have to say, I'm kind of turned on at the idea of you getting fucked by your boyfriend," you say. "I know it's a small difference, but there's something really exciting about it for me, about this being more than just a sexual thing."

Her fingers slip around the back of your neck and she pulls you close for a kiss. Her lips part and she lures your tongue into her mouth for an erotic dance. You grab her ass through the thin satin of her dress and she moans into your mouth. Your hand moves up her torso and you caress her breasts, playing with her hard nipples as she pushes her hips forward and grinds her crotch into yours.

Your hands move to her ass once more and you slowly pull up the bottom of her dress until you're grasping her bare flesh. The moment the kiss breaks you sink to your knees and stare at your wife's enflamed pussy.

"May I?" you ask.

She looks down, puts a hand on the back of your head, and nods. "Yes, you may."

You push your tongue between her pussy lips and taste her wetness. You feel the heat of her desire and the sweetness of her juices as they dance on your taste buds. You run your hands along the backsides of her thighs and squeeze her ass as she moans while her fingers entwine in your hair. She takes a firm grip and gently moves her hips, grinding her pussy over your mouth and spreading her wetness around your lips and chin.

"That feels so good," she says softly.

You want it to feel good. You want it to feel great, in fact. You want to arouse your wife to the point that she's desperate by the time she leaves for her date. You want to make sure that she gets fucked tonight.

Once her legs start trembling, your wife steps back, closes her eyes for a moment, and then looks down at you and smiles. "You almost made me cum," she says.

You return her smile. "That's not my job tonight, is it?"

She laughs softly. "Not if things go well tonight." She bites her lip for a moment and adds, "In fact, if things go as I want them to, you might not see me tonight."

You're taken aback for a moment. "Really?"

She nods. "If things go well he'll invite me back to his place. We'll have a drink, talk, and fool around, maybe on his couch or maybe on the deck overlooking his backyard. Then we'll go to his bedroom. He'll undress me. His hands will roam over my naked body. I'll undress him. We'll get in his bed together. I'll take him in my mouth and offer him the kind of pleasure every man craves. Once he's hard and wet with my spit, he'll put his tongue to work just like you did. He'll drive me mad with desire and I'll come close to begging him to fuck me. I'll put a condom on his cock, spread my legs, and invite him inside me. He'll give me what I crave. He'll fuck me. He'll make me cum. He'll cum from the pleasure of being inside me."

She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit in small circles as you watch her get lost in her fantasy.

"After we've both cum, he'll invite me to spend the night in his bed," she continues while her eyes lock on yours. "I'll agree and he'll wrap his arms around me as his cock goes soft. We'll kiss. I'll tell him how good he felt inside me, how hard he made me cum. He'll tell me he wants me again before we go to sleep. I'll tell him he can have me as many times as he wants."

You reach down and rub your cock through your pants as your wife plunges three fingers into her pussy and fucks herself, producing the most remarkable sounds of wetness and desire.

"Eventually, I'll fall asleep in his bed, in his arms, with his body pressed against mine. I'll sleep well, I imagine. I'll wake up to the feel of his cock pressing against my body. I'll take him in my mouth. I'll wake him up with a blowjob like a good girlfriend does. I'll make sure that he wants to invite me to spend the night after our next date, too. I'll get him hard, I'll put a condom on his cock, and I'll ride him to an orgasm to start the day. He'll make us breakfast, we'll eat together, we'll spend a little time snuggled up on the couch, and then he'll fuck me again before I come home to you."

"That sounds incredible," you say from your knees.

She smiles, pulls her fingers from her pussy, and approaches. She runs them over your lips and then places them on your tongue. You suck them clean as she says, "I know, and I think there's a real chance that's exactly how my night and morning are going to play out. The question is, are you okay with that?"

"Yes, I am," you reply as her fingers depart your mouth. "I'm sure it will be far more difficult than I'm thinking it will be, but I'm okay with that. Actually, no, I want that. I'd love it, especially the part where you come home to me."

Her smile brightens. "And what will you want when I come home to you?"

You look between her legs and feel your cock throb as you imagine putting your tongue inside her after she's been with another man. You've done it after each and every time you've been cuckolded and it has thus far proven to be hugely arousing.

"If he fucks me as many times as I hope he will, I'll be quite sore," she says softly. "I imagine I'd enjoy having my cuckold use his tongue to soothe more sore pussy."

"Really?" you ask.

Your wife nods as she runs her index finger over your lips. "It would feel so nice, and you know that I enjoy the pussy worship as an affirmation of your continued desire to be a cuckold. There's something so...so hot about it, about seeing you between my legs devouring my pussy after another man's been inside me. It lets me know that you're just as excited as you've ever been."

"I'll be far more excited tomorrow morning than I've ever been, I promise," you say.

"Because I'll have spent the night in my boyfriend's bed?" she asks.

You nod. "And because you'll have had so much sex with your boyfriend. Good sex. Great sex, hopefully."

"And you like the taste of sex?" she asks.

"I really do," you reply with a chuckle.

She offers her hand and helps you to your feet. "You know, one of the nice things about having a boyfriend is that you can have unprotected sex. Eventually, at least."

Your excitement at the notion of another man cumming inside your wife is instant and intense.

"I thought you'd like that," she says. "I'm not wrong, am I? You like the idea of going down on me after my boyfriend has cum inside me?"

"I do," you admit.

"And I'm more than happy to admit that I really, really like the idea of another man cumming inside me," she says. "There's something so...I don't know, naughty about it. It's just...it makes me tingle, so it's doubly exciting that it will be so thrilling for you."

"I'd also enjoy having sex with you after he's cum inside you," you say.

She kisses you and replies, "Then we'll have to make that happen. We just have to hope that things go well tonight, I guess, and that he's just as interested in being my boyfriend as I am in being his girlfriend."

"I don't know how he could resist you," you say.

She kisses you once more - this time in a long, lingering fashion with plenty of tongue - and then steps back, smiles, and says, "I have to go. I'll text to let you know how it's going, and of course I'll let you know if I'm going to spend the night with him."

She grabs her handbag, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and heads for the door. You follow, open it up for her, and your wife gives you another long, lingering kiss before leaving for her date with the man she hopes will become her boyfriend.

You close the door, take a deep breath, and smile at the excitement coursing through you. It's going to be a long night and tomorrow morning will feel painfully long, too, but you're already excited about the prospect of worshiping your wife's pussy while she gives you the details of her night with another man.

All you have to do is make it through the night without letting the excitement overwhelm you.