…who’s Call, Ultimately, Is It?…

That sweater, that smile, it’s all for him, her tall, powerful boyfriend. She doesn’t pay any attention to me anymore. And why should she? I’m just her wimpy failure of a husband. But I do my best to make her happy. I make sure the house is spotless, her laundry is done, and she never has to lift a finger. This way she gets to enjoy more time with him. So why do I do it? Well, just look at her. I can’t resist her or deny her anything. It’s what I am.

The Wedding Date - A Hotwife Story

It was supposed to be a favor for a friend. Sarah agreed to be Evan’s date to his sister’s wedding so his family wouldn’t harass him about finding a girl, settling down, etc.

Evan wasn’t entirely honest, though. He’d been nursing a crush on Sarah for years, from back when they worked together. He told her he was asking as a favor, but he was hoping Sarah would be interested in more than putting on a show for his parents.

As you might have guessed, Sarah can’t quite help herself, and over the five parts of The Wedding Date, she and Evan indulge in what turns out to be a mutual desire.

Sarah resists her desire for Evan at first. She doesn’t want to cheat on her husband Jason, after all. In fact, she’s more than a little annoyed with Evan. It’s when she texts with Jason that her resistance starts to crumble, though. It turns out her husband might be into the idea of his wife having some harmless fun with another man.

This five-part hotwife story takes place over one wedding weekend and intermixes scenes of Sarah indulging in her growing desire for Evan with frequent naughty text exchanges with her husband who seems more than willing to be made into a cuckold.

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Part 1 – Sarah narrates the first-person story, starting with getting Jason’s approval to accompany her friend to his sister’s wedding. He’s okay with it, and we head to the airport, where Sarah discovers that Evan has purchased first class tickets for them. There’s more than a little flirtation happening, but it isn’t until they land that she realizes that Evan has told his family that Sarah is actually his long-term girlfriend, not just his date. Luckily for him, she’s willing to play along, which leads to just a little bit of sensual play.

Part 2 – At the rehearsal dinner, Sarah meets some of Evan’s family members and discovers that her friend has been nursing a crush on her for quite some time. They dance and she can’t help but find herself caught up in deep kind of desire. Back at the hotel, Sarah lets the desire get the best of her and she and Evan consummate their fake relationship and have beautiful sex. Afterwards, Sarah texts with her husband, offering him naughty little details of what she did, details that he seems to find thrilling.

Part 3 – The next morning, Sarah decides to lean into playing the part of Evan’s girlfriend. Jason has given her his blessing to have fun for the weekend and she decides to take advantage. She and Evan fool around in the pool, have more great sex, and then she sends Jason more naughty texts to give him what he seems to crave.

They attend the wedding that evening and Sarah gets caught up playing the part of Evan’s girlfriend. She talks with his family, teases him about not asking her to marry him yet, and happily indulges in soft, tender kisses whenever she can. Then, she lures him to a bathroom because she absolutely has to have him.

Part 4 – After her bathroom interlude with Evan, Sarah sends her husband a series of sensual, sexy texts, bringing him to orgasm and offering her the satisfaction of helping two men climax in the span of just a few minutes.

Lots more sex with Evan unfolds before they fly back home. They sneak out onto the golf course at the country club where the wedding was held and make love on a green. They go at it the next morning. She even offers Evan her mouth before he drops her off at home so Sarah can go back to her real life.

Part 5 – Jason is all over his wife the moment she walks in the door and she’s equally eager to fool around with him. He’s spent the weekend enjoying her texts and a few naughty pictures and he wants to enjoy his wife’s body. Sarah gives him everything he desires.

As it turns out, Sarah couldn’t keep her lusty play with Evan contained to a single weekend. In the epilogue, we read about her and Evan’s first date back home, a date that Jason is on board with his wife going on. We get just a little taste of a whole new kind of sex life unfolding for the couple.

A Spoonful of Sugar…

A hall pass

I can’t remember now when I admitted to my then-girlfriend that I was interested in her cuckolding me.  The desire preceded the relationship, and it has stayed with me in the years since that relationship ended.

She knew, though, before she left for a college reunion the last fall we were together.  As I remember it now, I feel like she must have noticed a spark when she mentioned looking forward to seeing all of her old friends.  The college was a plane trip away from where we lived, and this reunion was her five-year, so most of her friends were still unattached and living interesting lives in the big city she had left.  She missed them; she would find a way to go up for the weekend and see everyone she could, staying in her friend’s empty apartment.

One of those friends, Luke (for our story, but his real name will never leave my mind), had not attended the school, but came to know that my girlfriend would be traveling to the city for the weekend.  I’m sure I had heard about Luke beforehand, but always in the context of some other guy friends of hers.  Maybe they were buddies from her post-college job or the bar they all went to.

One night, a couple of weeks before the trip, my girlfriend called over from the other room and told me to “make an angry face” while she pointed her phone in my direction.  The picture was for Luke, she said, who had teasingly suggested she bring along some lingerie for the reunion weekend.  As I recall, I didn’t have the faintest idea that their text conversation might have taken that turn, and I’m sure the blood ran from my face and just as sure where it went.

My girlfriend thought it was funny, and I convinced myself that it was just an improbable joke, almost certainly not having to do with my fantasy.  But I didn’t want to let the opportunity pass to explore it either.

That night I asked her in bed whether she might break away from the college group and get to see Luke and her buddies.  She touched me while she asked if that was something I wanted.  I touched her as I asked her to describe Luke to me.  He is extremely well-built, funny, just never single at the right time, one of the ones who got away.

Before I came, I was desperate to outline the breadth of my fantasy again, reminding her that she had every right to see whomever—and do whatever—she liked, at home or while on a trip, far away from everyone we knew.

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She left for the reunion.  Luke had been called away on business for the weekend she was going, so our bedroom talk had softened.  The realization, though, that she would consider an affair, engaging me in the fantasy with a particular name—a particular person—had electrified our relationship and dominated my thoughts.

She went to the cocktail parties and the football game, sending back social media pictures of her group of friends in their team’s colors at each of the different events.  Sunday morning, she went out with her girlfriends to brunch.  Between pitchers of mimosas, she called me and put me on the phone with her old friends, who interviewed me.  Even after a couple of years of dating, I had never met them, so I got questions about my intentions with my girlfriend and plans for when we might fly to see this friend or that friend.

Eventually my girlfriend took the phone back and walked away from their table.  She asked me almost immediately, “Were you serious about the hall pass?  Luke is coming back a day early.”

I was stunned.  I managed to say yes and offer her encouragement without, I think, making myself sound desperate that she go through with it.  I also don’t remember ever using the phrase “hall pass.”  She had spent time with the thought, rationalizing it.

She called later that afternoon to say that she had made plans to see Luke and her other buddies, and that she had made Luke aware of the fact that she was staying at her friend’s empty apartment, all alone.

The next time I heard from her was the following morning.  She texted to let me know she made it to the airport, that she had had fun the night before and that she had a story for me when she got home.

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I still don’t know if Luke was aware of my fantasy or not.  My girlfriend always found ways of skirting the point, keeping private some element of her interactions with him.

I do know that by the time he arrived at the apartment, after he had been out with her and their buddies to the bar, meeting her at the door where she greeted him in a sweatshirt and sheer panties, he had explained that he had a girlfriend.  As they kissed and she began to remove his clothes, pulling him to the couch, he explained that he would have to draw a line—somewhere—short of sex.

When my girlfriend told me my story, that Monday night, I am convinced that she told it in episodes.  Each one slightly more damning than the previous, in case I lost my permissive resolve.  I held up, so the details continued to grow more vivid.

She always denied having sex with him, but what began as making out on the couch eventually moved to the bedroom.  First with clothes, and then without them.  She touched me as she asked, “Are you happy that I touched him like this?  He was very happy.”  My girlfriend described Luke’s toned body, naked beside her, and the sweetness of his kisses.

They played with each other all night, not falling asleep until five in the morning.  Before he went to work, they shared a lingering kiss at the door.  He left his wallet and had to come back a half hour later.  She told me, “the last kiss was my favorite part of the whole trip.”

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She seemed to feel different to my touch that night, although I’m sure in my mind I wanted her to.  I am guilty of looking at her email once to search for Luke’s name, finding a conversation they had about a “shower party” (her quotes) a few days after she came home.  She did love to make love in the shower.

My girlfriend would ask me occasionally what I wanted to do about the experience.  I imagined with her, for her, a weekend where my apartment would be empty so that Luke might come to our town, perhaps on business.  I could be gone whenever she liked, I said.

She wondered if I might want to participate, suspecting that I would want to enjoy Luke alongside her.  She never articulated that specifically, but I could tell she always wondered what else could possibly motivate such a fantasy.

Really, though, her night with Luke helped me to see it more clearly than ever.  I wanted only for her to feel in control, untethered from me and not especially concerned either.  I wanted her to have sex or not have it, with a man or with a woman, to tell her friends or Luke or not to tell them.  It didn’t matter to me what came of her decisions, only that she was making them.

I was happy to wait at home to find out my fate; to learn from the person in control just what had happened to her and to us and to me.  I begged to know.

…beginnings…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.