I find a good way to break up the weekday doldrums is to meet with a gentleman in town on work travel.

It was a Wednesday morning and I found myself in just that kind of mood - hungry for sex but not up to cultivating a big to do. I have found that businessmen are usually a good gamble for “one and done” meetups. They have the motivation and means to play. Their time away from their wives/girlfriends is unaccounted for and there is no rush to play and get going. You can take all night and I love going all night. It’s a pity that men can never truly go all night but that’s a lamentation for another day.

One particular Wednesday I fired up the handy dandy hotwife hookup app. I scrolled through the “Hot Donuts Now” section as I call it; posts looking for meetups that same day. Scrolled through a few until I landed on one that caught my eye. Standing a reported 5’11” (read 5’10”), weighing in at 185 lbs and with a very nice physique in his profile pic - I was prompted to reach out. I messaged him and included some pictures and said I would very much like to meet with him that night to see where things led. I then asked to see some pictures of his face…

Wow. I don’t usually get awestruck but this guy had a face to match. The updated photo showed he wasn’t *as* chiseled as his profile picture and had a bit more gray hair. The guy was still action hero handsome and I hoped when we chatted on the phone he would not be a dud. You can overcome a lot of the sexual learning curve that comes with a new partner through conversation and humor. But if the guy is a social dud…nothing can save that and I don’t want it.

We quickly swapped numbers and got on the phone. Success. R was funny and easy going and he truly got what I was looking for. In fact he’d previously been in two long term stag/vixen/hotwife relationships of his own. I’m finding that men with that kind of experience inevitably make the best partners, probably because they don’t have any of the ill conceived notions that others have around wife sharing and masculinity.

The date was set. I said my husband and I would meet him at a local bar for drinks and go from there. But I already knew that so long as he didn’t do or say something ridiculously stupid to me - I was going to fuck the shit out of him. I’d told him and my husband that my goal for the night was to be shared and to be fucked while I sucked cock. I was feeling extra sexy and ready to be taken by both.

Driving to the place I was overcome with nerves. This feeling has yet to go away. Even after years of doing this. In fact, I feel incredibly nervous even when meeting with a repeat play partner. I can’t help the nervous energy. I hate it. But it’s also part of the rush for me. It’s this delicious obstacle for me to overcome as I ask for what I want. And this night I wanted to be spit roasted very badly.

As we parked a text came through from R, “I’m here. First stool at the bar when you walk in.” Here goes nothing I told myself as I steeled myself and we walked in. Wow. Talk about instant connection. R was sitting at the bar, looked right at me and flashed this wide, bright appreciative smile as he took me in with his eyes. I knew right then we were going to fuck like pros.

We sat down at the bar with R with me between them. The two of them got on great. Laughing, talking about the game on television and with R giving me the occasional smile as I placed a hand on his knee or leaned into him as I laughed. This was all made twice as hot because the bartender and the patron to the right of us clearly knew what was afoot. We couldn’t have been more obvious. From my sexy heels to my too tight jeans to me introducing them to each other even as R said to me “nice to meet you.”

Finally I gestured to R, and he nodded. I asked my hubby, “should we get going?” The bill was called for and paid and we all walked out together. Right then my husband pulled one of the hottest things ever, “why don’t you ride to the hotel with him? I’ll follow.” R’s face said it all, he was very aroused as was I. In wife sharing there is little as exciting as when the husband - satisfied that the suitor is worthy - hands his woman off. The ultimate power move.