Wife had her first solo date last Friday and it wasn’t a very enjoyable experience for me. It was with a guy that I trust 100% and the ONLY guy I trust with her alone, but it wasn’t very exciting because I wasn’t in the right place for it mentally. I got distracted and mildly stressed. I thought it would be super hot knowing that my wife was out on a date to get fucked. I had something else going on that day that came up unexpectedly so I couldn’t be around while she got ready to go, which I was really looking forward to. He got into town early and since I was busy she decided to leave for their date early. We just kind of quickly and mindlessly said goodbye in a couple seconds and I went back to my shop to keep working. When I got done with what I was working on I looked around, realized it was like 1pm and she was already gone.

Then she was checking in every 30 minutes or so letting me know they were shopping, and having drinks, etc. Then I got a “We’re heading back to the room” text and then fucking silence for over an hour and a half. The agreement was that I got some pics and maybe a video while they were in bed to build the anticipation and excitement for her to return to me. I got nothing for over 1.5 hours. I started to feel frustrated and forgotten about. When she said they were headed to his room I thought it was fuck time and she had just completely forgotten about or ignored me. Finally after probably an hour and 40 minutes I had my phone in my hand and an “are you okay?” message just about ready to send when she texted me “grabbing my bathing suit and heading for the hot tub” text from her. I was like WTF!? What happened the last hour and a half? She said “oh we just took a nap and cuddled in bed. We’re going to the hot tub now.”

Like god damn! I don’t care if you’re gonna take a nap, but TELL ME so I don’t sit here worrying and feeling ignored for almost 2 hours.

So they sat in the hot tub for a while, she told me when they headed back to the room. A few minutes later she sends me a picture of him going down on her. I’m like okay….this is good. Here we go. Then fucking silence again for almost an hour. Then she sends me “we’re gonna watch Anchor Man and then I’ll be home.”

I’m like “that’s it!? no more pictures? You’re done?”

She says “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think about it once we got into it. Then afterwards I felt bad that I didn’t send anymore, but I’ll be home in a couple hours to tell you all about it.”

So that was my wife’s first solo date. It started off with me not being in the right place mentally, and ended with her not following through with previously agreed on expectations.

I’m glad she had a good time. I was very happy to get her back. It made me melt when she crawled in bed with me and said “aahhh, back to my favorite boy!”

Overall it was a shitty experience for me, and I don’t think she’ll be going solo again any time soon. We might try it again sometime, but I will clear my schedule and refuse any last minute bullshit so I don’t have anything distracting me or stressing me out.