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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is the true story of my wife’s first solo meet. I did start it a few months ago, but have only just got around to finishing it.
A few years ago I had gone away to Germany on a boys’ trip. There was a lot of drinking and we went to a football match, you know the kind of thing. As we often do, my wife and I had been exchanging a few horny texts late at night and she had sent me a couple of photos. We had been swinging for a few years by this stage; and had mostly met couples. Quite recently we’d had a couple of meets with single guys and she had enjoyed the experience. On the last night of the trip I had a text from Kath. She wrote ‘You’ll never guess who has texted me?’ Of course I asked who, and she said Simon. We had played with Simon and his wife a few times and got on great with them. I knew that his wife also allowed him to play on his own. She explained the texts had got a very flirty after she’d told him I was away. ‘He’s asked me if I’d like to meet him tomorrow afternoon - what do you think?’ I was excited by the idea, but not sure. I said let me think about that. We had fantasised about such scenarios, but hadn’t discussed making the fantasy a reality.
The more I thought about Kath meeting with Simon, the more it turned me on. It was something about the fact I had no control and she could enjoy an erotic encounter without me present. Obviously, I liked and trusted Simon; and I knew Kath would be safe. My mind was full of what they might get up to! So later that evening, I messaged Kath and said yes. I asked her to let me know when they would be meeting, so I could think about it. She messaged again to say ‘Are you sure?’, but once I had reassured her, she said she would message him. Later that evening, when I was back at the hotel I had a text from Kath to say they were meeting at 3pm in a city centre hotel. As it happened, that was around the time of my flight. So while I was up in the air over Europe, she would be on her back in a hotel bedroom!
During my flight home I kept thinking….. ‘I wonder what they’re doing now? What did she wear?’ I was feeling very horny and having to contain it and carry on as normal chatting and joking with my friends. My mate was driving us home from Heathrow and Kath was picking me up from his. I hadn’t been able to text and find out how it had gone. It was difficult with my mates in close proximity. I had simply let her know I’d landed and she’d simply replied ‘See you later x’. We arrived at my friend’s place and Kath was already there. We all chatted about the trip, but there was a real tension between me and Kath - I wanted to know. She certainly had a kind of satisfied glow about her - or was I just imagining that? At one point she seemed to give me a knowing smile. Eventually after a cuppa and a chat we said goodbye and made for Kath’s car. Once we were off the drive I casually said: ‘ So how was your day?’ Kath laughed and replied, ‘Well, I had the arse shagged off me this afternoon! I’ll tell you all about it when we get home.’
Once home, she teased be by continuing as if nothing had happened. We poured a glass of wine and sat down. She asked about my trip, talked about what she’d been doing other than that afternoon.
Eventually I said: ‘Well…’
Kath said: ’What do you want to know?’
‘Everything’ I replied, ‘from start to finish.’
Kath gave a sort of shy, almost embarrassed smile and recounted the afternoon’s events. This is her story of that afternoon:
After I’d arranged the meeting I was anxious, but excited at the same time. I was concerned with how I’d get out without suspicion. (Our youngest was home from university. She told him she was meeting one of her girlfriends for shopping and wine). I picked out a dress that hugs my figure nicely, I think; did my hair and make-up to look as good as I can. I picked a large handbag. I put in a new pair of hold ups, crotchless panties, and a couple of condoms. I wore an ordinary pair of pants and tights to leave the house. I took a shopping bag and put a pair of ‘fuck me shoes’ in there, together with a bottle of water and a bag of Minstrels; then covered the contents with a scarf.
As I drove into town I was almost trembling with excitement and very hot in my pants. After parking up, I went to John Lewis and went up to the loos to change. I took off my tights and pants and replaced them with the sexy gear and put on my heels. Then, feeling devilish, I unzipped my dress and removed my bra. I hoped nobody would notice underneath my little jacket as I walked to the hotel. I came out of the cubicle, checked my make-up in the mirror and wrapped the scarf around my neck. I must admit, I thought I looked good.
I walked out of the store a little self-consciously. It was a short walk to the hotel and I was aware of my boobs wobbling under my dress. By the time I got there I was soaking down there! I walked into the hotel bar and was pleased to spot Simon straight away - no awkward wait. I went over to him and sat down. He said; ‘Hi gorgeous, what would you like to drink?’ I asked for a large glass of Pinot Grigio. Simon went to the bar. He looked smart in a pair of tight, light coloured chinos, blue shirt and a casual jacket. As he walked back across the bar I looked at his crotch and could clearly see that he was aroused. He is well endowed and in those tight trousers there was nowhere to hide his enthusiasm! We made small talk for a while and I was aware of the tension building. We were both anxious to get to the room. He politely asked if I wanted another drink, when I declined he said: ‘Thank fuck for that - let’s go to the room’
He took my hand and led me to the lift. He pressed the button for the eighth floor. As soon as the doors closed his hand was on my arse, rubbing my buttocks through my dress. He turned and kissed me urgently, we were both breathing heavily. When we arrived at our floor, we composed ourselves and I straightened my dress before the lift doors opened. I followed him to the room, my heart almost beating out of my chest. Simon paused, took out the card and opened the door. I followed him inside.....
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