You guys…after months of vetting potential guys for my first HW meet up, it finally happened. Don’t get my wrong - the long wait was definitely my own doing - procrastination, lack of confidence, you name it. But when I matched with someone on a reputable app, things seemed to fall into place. Let’s call him Ben. He knew the lifestyle, understood the dynamics and boundaries expected, and made me feel comfortable. I quickly showed my husband the conversations and explained that this guy seemed like “the real thing.” My husband, who has been so understanding and patient while I navigated this, gave me the green light.

After talking with Ben for a few days, he understand my hesitations and how my lack of confidence was impacting my lack of follow through. With just the right amount of push and understanding, we set a date for after work one day.

In the days leading up to the date, the anxieties ramped up as well as the excitement. When the morning came (after a night of NO sleep), I packed a bag for me to change into and to freshen up with after work before heading to his place. I sent him a quick message that morning, making sure he still wanted to meet up. He responded saying that he did want to, but woke up with a fever and sore throat and needed to get Covid tested. To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement. But…I had to bottle these emotions up so I could teach for the next six hours.

While it was a day with highs and lows of emotions, school was a good distraction. I went to grab a couple of drinks after work with a friend when Ben messaged me. Turns out, it wasn’t Covid or strep and his fever broke…and did I still want to come over? I texted my husband, who gave me the green light again, I wrapped up drinks and headed to his place.

Now - I have been with my husband for 17 years. So it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date with someone else, let alone fucked someone else. I finally find my way to his place and meet him at the door. He was a gentleman, funny and so welcoming. We got to his loft and had a drink. There was some small talk, but he also was very upfront - asking if I was still nervous, why, what he could do to help, etc.

Eventually, he put his drink down and leaned towards me and said, “I’m going to come in and kiss you, if that’s okay.” In my head, I thought, “This is it…” as I nodded my head and smiled. Ben leaned in and started to kiss me, nice and slow. He was gentle, but also wanted it, I could tell. We both started to kiss a bit more passionately as our hands were exploring each other. Soft moans were escaping from my mouth which made him moan in return. He was rubbing my pussy through my pants and I started rubbing his cock, which was hard and throbbing.

After a few more minutes, I told him I needed to use the restroom quickly. I went into the bathroom, freshened up the best I could, and mentally prepared for what could happen next. I come out of the bedroom and happen to look to the left, in his bedroom, where he was standing next to the bed. Naked. Waiting for me.

I take a deep breath and go into the bedroom. He’s laying down so I kneel next to him and start to suck his cock. I slowly take the whole thing in and slowly work my mouth up and down. He was moaning as he laid back, telling me how good I was at sucking him off.

After a few more minutes, I crawled back and laid next to him on the bed. He rolled over and began taking my pants off. At the same time, I took my shirt off and left just my sheer, barely three bra on. As he pulled my pants off, I explained to him that Im self conscious of my belly. He just kissed me and told me not to even think about it. He worked his way down to my tits and starting sucking my nipples while slowly fingering me. I was squirming and moaning while becoming wetter and wetter. I squirted a bit as he fingered me which he loved. He immediately got up, put on a condom and started rubbing his cock on my clit and pussy without going in. I was still nervous which was making my pussy right.

He came up and whispered to me that my pussy was right and “just relax and kiss me.” So I started kissing him and he slowly worked his cock into me. I moaned as he started his strokes - long and slow. It didn’t take long and I started to get ready to cum. He sensed it and said, “Cum…I want you to cum first.” That’s all it took - I started to moan and shake as my pussy clamped down on his dick.

After I went, I was still shaking and he continued to thrust into me - harder and faster. He was moaning as he was working it. He eventually shuddered as he moaned and said, “fuuuuuuck.” I could feel him explode inside me.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, we were on limited time before his work call. He walked me out, like a gentleman, and sent me on my way. The whole way home, I was in disbelief that I did it, shock about how amazing it felt, and excitement to get back to my husband.

That night - the sex I had with my husband was unreal. I struggle with putting it into words, but let’s just say - I have recounted that sex many, many times since…and it gets me wet every. Single. Time.