Chapter 1
Jennifer
I have been flirting with a powder keg for most of the past year. Flirting with men on a Hotwife site. Claiming to be a Hotwife. I haven’t quite cheated on Jack yet. I have met for drinks. A few dinners and lots of dancing at the clubs on Tuesday nights.
I don’t consider groping and grinding on a dance floor to be cheating. Okay, maybe a hand job and blowjob here and there too. But that’s not really cheating…is it? I have not had intercourse with anyone yet. A few fingers have been inside me but no cocks.
But that doesn’t count…does it? Bill Clinton said that blow jobs aren’t really sex. That would extend to hand jobs too…wouldn’t it? And rubbing my pussy to orgasm also.
I have been flirting with a fella lately named Blake. He says he is the owner of XYZ Conglomerated and is very wealthy. I have taunted him by asking why a rich man would need to look on a Hotwife site for dates.
His answer intrigued me. He says that he prefers to date married women because he has had his fill of gold diggers.
He says he likes Hotwifes in particular because the husband knows and that he has no intent to break up a marriage.
Now, I’ve got to do is convince this rich fella that Jack is okay with me dating other men.
Or maybe convince Jack to allow me to go out with this rich man.
Blake: Hey there sexy lady. If you are half as gorgeous as the photo you sent me I would be very flattered to take you on a date.
Jennifer: Aren’t you the charmer. I bet you say that to all the women you stalk on this site.
Blake: It’s not stalking if it is consensual. Unless you want me to stalk you? That could be a kick.
Jennifer: Could you actually do that?
Blake: With unlimited bank account, I can pretty much do anything I please.
Jennifer: Now you are just bragging.
Blake: It’s not bragging if it’s true.
Jennifer: How would you go about finding who I am and where I live? My profile could be BS.
Blake: Not a problem. I happen to own a very successful Investigation agency as part of my corporation.
Jennifer: You wouldn’t interfere with my marriage?
Blake: I would never do that. Why don’t we just make this easy and you go out to dinner with me this Friday?
Jennifer: You would have to pick me up after work and then take me back to my car after dinner.
Blake: Oh? Is that part of the game you play with your husband? Part of your Hotwife lifestyle?
Jennifer: Yes, that’s exactly what it is.
Blake: Where should I meet you?
Jennifer: I’ll meet you at the back parking lot of the my law firm that I work at. I’ll be in my Sapphire Blue Beemer sports coupe.
Blake: I’ll meet you in my Gloss black Mercedes Limo
Jennifer: See you Friday.
My panties are soaking wet after I end the conversation with Blake. This could be the guy! This just might be that fella that I will give myself to after 21 years of marriage.
I don’t intend to leave Jack for anyone. We have been very close for so many years. He is the man I plan to grow old with and enjoy our golden years together.
This is something that I feel that I need to do.
For some time now, I have yearned for the wild days in college.
Yes, Jack has been wonderful in his love making responsibilities.
Even if he cums before I do, he always makes sure that I get off too afterward.
He is quite talented with his fingers and tongue.
But at 43 years old, I am not getting any younger. This may be my last opportunity to experience some of the thrills I missed from college and by being married for so long. Jack is a considerate lover. But he just doesn’t fire me up like when we were younger.
Don’t get me wrong. At 45 years old, Jack still has the body of an absolute stud. At 6 foot 2 and 220 pounds, he is quite sculpted. He keeps his brown hair trimmed and never a hair out of place. His eyes are the most magnificent shade of amber that I have ever seen.
Jack works out daily in our home gym and swims 40 laps per day at a local gym that has a lap pool to keep his stamina well above average.
I enjoy our once a week sex fest on Saturdays.
That is my way of making up for the playing around I have been doing.
I even fuck him on Sunday’s from time to time.
I push Jack away during the week. Telling him that I am not in the mood because of work stress. Or I am tired from all the hours I put in at the law firm.
I can tell that Jack feels put-out at times.
But hey, he travels 10 or 12 weeks each year for his book signing tours.
He could easily hook up with some of those lovely housewives that throw themselves at him at the signings.
To tell you the truth, I would be happy if he would relieve some of his pressure that way.
I am secure in our marriage. I know that even if he did fuck other women on the road, he will always come home to me. He would never leave me for some side nookie.
Tonight is Tuesday night. I’ll be at the club grinding and getting finger fucked in a dark booth. But I think that this week I will fuck Jack’s brains out on Thursday night. That way he won’t get mad if my Friday date with Blake goes a little long.
Who knows? Maybe he’ll eat my pussy in the back of his limo? If I am later than usual on Friday night, I will make sure to rock Jack’s world on Saturday and Sunday. “he’ll be so happy about getting fucked three times in the same week that he will overlook my lateness.