Captainstrangecollector - Strange Collections

It was cold in the bedroom as she slipped out of her scrubs.  The show was about an hour’s drive into the city and she only had a little while to get ready.

A final decision: the black, cheeky panties her husband adored.  They were sensible, while the rest of her outfit—a plunging neckline, new stockings, the first night out in a long-coveted pair of shoes—might give one idea, she would know that she had chosen against the most daring options in her drawer.  Her husband grew quiet as he saw her dress, but this should have reassured him.

She was thrilled that Clay had asked her to join him at opening night.  Her husband enjoyed this sort of thing, but could hardly be expected to make the herculean effort to find such exclusive tickets, so she had resigned herself to catching it later, maybe on a family vacation for an off-Broadway run.  Then Clay called, remembering something she had mentioned at the Christmas party, and she jumped at the chance.

Her husband took the news in stride—happy that she was happy—even offering to take her shopping for something special for the occasion.  When she settled on the shoes, she kissed him on the cheek and slipped the blue credit card from his wallet.

—

Clay arrived, and, as she finished getting ready, her husband made him a bourbon and soda.  It was the first time the two men had met outside of her office’s functions, and her husband had thoughtfully asked her what Clay liked to drink so that he could offer a small token.  They stood as she entered the room, clearly taken with her.  

Clay offered his arm to her as they said goodnight to her husband.  Clay watched as she blew her husband a kiss.

—

She always got nervous at black tie events, and sure enough she nearly fell on the first stair.  She caught Clay’s hand just in time to avoid embarrassment; if she had been wearing her rings, she would have cut his palm.  He smiled and, to set her at ease, kept her hand the rest of the way up the stairs to the box and leading her to their seats.

The view was breathtaking, and she took a moment to simply appreciate the person who was showing her such kindness.  He wore his finely tailored suit the way another man might a t-shirt and jeans; it was clear that he was, somehow, most comfortable in settings like these.  She thought how lucky a girl would be to be shown the town by someone like him.  He could have asked anyone to be where she was.

As the first song began, she slipped her hands around his arm and beamed a smile of gratitude toward him.  For some reason, it felt more natural to leave her arm hooked in his for the duration, squeezing more tightly as the music swelled and released.

When he returned with drinks after the intermission, he whispered to her about their neighbors in the row ahead, holding her knee as he leaned over.  She laughed and buried her grin into his shoulder as the neighbors glanced back in their direction.  

“Excuse my friend, here,” Clay laughed, “she’s just had her first taste of bourbon.”  She giggled and gave him a playful shove before laying her head back against his shoulder as the lights drew down.

—

“The show was amazing, but now I have a splitting headache,” she texted her husband as Clay walked her to the car.  Her husband responded quickly, asking if she needed him to come pick her up.

“Don’t worry about it.  I don’t think I have the drive back in me tonight.  Clay is going to drop me off at a hotel around the corner, and I can take the train in the morning.  See you tomorrow, love.”

While Clay drove, she mapped out her next morning.  She had an extra set of scrubs and underwear at the office, along with a cosmetic bag.  She could text Michelle to bring another pair of shoes.

She slipped out of her dress as she entered the bedroom.  She walked to the bed, and, bending at the waist, she realized how cold it was in Clay’s apartment.

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.

You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? It’s okay if I let my mind wander while you go down on me, right? It’s okay if I imagine a tall, handsome, muscular man on top of me, right? It’s okay if I close my eyes and think about someone with a big, beautiful cock fucking me while you eat my pussy, right?

Would it be okay if I thought about you cleaning me after he cums inside me? Is that too naughty? I can’t help it. It turns me on so much. It makes me so wet just to think about it.

Make me cum, sweetheart. Make me cum while I think about you cleaning another man’s load from my pussy.

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…the way she’s clutching that skirt…how she has her hand hidden inside her sweater…providing an excuse for something that has yet to transpire…it might not be today, but it will be…soon…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

"I knew you'd understand," she smiled, clearly relieved.  "As long as we all get what we need, there's no reason to get hung up on labels."

She reached for me and gave me a long, slow kiss.

"I'm not dating Ryan, I'm just his date to the wedding.  I'll only be gone for the weekend and then things will back to normal—or however we want them to be."

As I got closer, she slowed down.  "Now, why don't I try on a few things and you can help me decide what I'll bring on the trip."

"Perfect," I said.