<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/36756015">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="34352517" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>She didn’t end up dating the guy from work. She decided (rightfully, I think) that having and outside-the-marriage relationship with someone she worked with was fraught with risk.</p><p>Instead, Naomi decided (after that night in bed) that she was open to dating someone and it seemed that making that decision ended up sending a signal to the single men of the world that she was available despite the ring on her finger.</p><p>It took about two weeks before she agreed to a date with someone.</p><p>“I have a date!” Naomi said when she got home that night.</p><p>I was genuinely excited. We’d been fooling around the past few weeks with my eventual cuckolding as the subject of our shared fantasy and I was primed for this to become a reality.</p><p>“Really?” I said.</p><p>Naomi jumped into my arms and kissed me. The strangeness of the moment wasn’t lost on me. My wife and I were celebrating the fact that she was going to go on a date with someone else.</p><p>“Yes, really. He’s really hot, too!” It felt like she was vibrating with excitement. I couldn’t help but get swept up in it.</p><p>“Where did you meet him?” I asked.</p><p>“At the bar, after work. I saw him the moment I walked in. I know this is weird for a married woman to say, but I felt an immediate, overwhelming attraction to him. I knew I wanted him to be the one to take me on my first date as a hotwife.”</p><p>When I told Naomi about the term hotwife she’d fallen in love with it immediately. I took that as another surefire sign that I was going to be cuckolded before long. Clearly, I was right about that.</p><p>“His name is Derek,” Naomi continued. “He’s a lawyer.” She looked away for a second, like she was a little embarrassed about something. “He’s gorgeous, honey. He really is.”</p><p>She was worried that I was going to be insulted or hurt. She didn’t need to be, though.</p><p>“He sounds perfect,” I said. “Does he know about our situation?”</p><p>“He does,” she answered. “I was wearing my ring, so he definitely knew I was married when he started flirting with me. I let him know about our little agreement after he asked me out. He seemed intrigued by it, honestly, and a little relieved.”</p><p>I remember feeling an incredible urge to fool around with Naomi. My cock was half hard at the very idea of her actually going on a date with someone else. While we were talking I was playing out the various possible scenarios in my head. I was thinking about a first date kiss, about a little fooling around, and about things maybe getting hot and heavy.</p><p>“So, when’s the date?” I asked.</p><p>“Tomorrow night,” Naomi said with a naughty smile. “I can’t wait.”</p><p>She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She seemed to be feeling the same sense of desire I was.</p><p>Naomi pulled me close for a kiss in the bedroom. We fell into the bed together and continued a thrilling make out session. Her tongue felt especially eager as it moved into my mouth.</p><p>“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.</p><p>Her eyes lit up. “I know. It’s incredible, isn’t it?”</p><p>I laughed. “It really is. Do you think you’ll kiss him on your date?”</p><p>Naomi smiled as her hand moved between my legs and unzipped my pants. “I might do a lot more than kiss him,” she said as her fingers grasped my cock and stroked me slowly.</p><p>I couldn’t help but groan. I don’t know if it was her intention, but I thought about her fingers wrapped around her date’s cock. I thought about my wife giving someone else a handjob. It was so hot.</p><p>“Would you be okay if I did more than kiss him?” Naomi asked before her lips gently kissed my neck.</p><p>“Yessss,” I said. I swear her hand had never felt so good on my dick.</p><p>“So you wouldn’t mind if I stroked his dick just like I’m stroking your dick?” she asked.</p><p>“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” It was difficult to say anything. I could barely think about anything other than how good it felt to be in her hand.</p><p>Naomi let go of my cock and said, “Take off my skirt.”</p><p>I quickly pulled down her skirt and panties and tossed them aside. She took my hand and placed my fingers against her pussy. I could feel the heat and it only took a gentle probing to slip inside her and be enveloped in the exceptional wetness that had built up.</p><p>She looked at me and smiled. “Would you be okay with his fingers pushing inside me?”</p><p>I finger fucked her and said, “Nothing would make me happier.”</p><p>Naomi closed her eyes and groaned. I slipped a third finger inside her and swiftly penetrated her wet pussy.</p><p>“You really want someone else inside your wife’s pussy?” she asked.</p><p>I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but it was the perfect way to phrase the question. It cut right to the core of my desires. I absolutely wanted someone else in my wife’s pussy. I’d fantasized about it for years.</p><p>“Yes. Fuck yes. I want someone else to enjoy your pussy. I want someone else to make you feel good. I want someone else to make you cum so hard it makes your toes tingle,” I replied.</p><p>“Put your cock inside me,” Naomi said.</p><p>I wasn’t about to turn down that kind of invitation. I quickly pulled off my pants and moved between her legs. I sunk my cock inside her and we had fast, furious sex that resulted in rather lovely orgasms for both of us. It felt like a wonderful bit of foreplay before the date that I hoped would usher in a new reality for our marriage.</p><p><br></p><p>“Could you help me with this?” Naomi asked after stepping into the little black dress she’d picked out for her date. She needed to be zipped up.</p><p>I hopped off the bed and stepped behind her to delicately finish her outfit. She likely had no idea how thrilling it was for me to play even a small part in helping her get ready for her date with Derek.</p><p>I’d spent the last hour watching. I couldn’t help it. Naomi didn’t seem to mind, either. I tried not to be lascivious about it and I had my phone with me so I would occasionally read something or browse Instagram so she didn’t feel uncomfortable.</p><p>Still, it was intensely arousing to watch her carefully do her hair and makeup to ensure she looked great for Derek. The very idea that she was working hard to look good for another man was enthralling to me.</p><p>My favorite moment was when she picked out her underwear. When she went with an unbelievably sexy, matching sheer black bra and panty set I knew she was hoping for something naughty to happen on her date. There was no question. That’s not just a cliché.</p><p>“Do you think he’ll like it?” Naomi asked with a smile as she modeled her underwear for me.</p><p>“I love you,” was all I could think to say.</p><p>There was a noticeable bounce in her step as she moved to the closet and picked out the little black dress and black high heels that would finish the outfit. That’s when she asked me to zip her up.</p><p>“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Naomi said after I zipped her up and let my fingers drift over her body in the black dress. “Are you sure you want me to go through with this?”</p><p>I kissed her softly and said, “I’m absolutely certain. Are you?”</p><p>Her smile was irresistible. “Yes, I want this. I might want this even more than you.”</p><p>Again it felt like she’d found the perfect thing to say to her prospective cuckold husband. I remember that comment sticking with me while she was gone. Did she mean that I was somehow inadequate as a lover? Did she mean that she just needed something new, or was it as simple as she was really looking forward to her date? I know that might sound like a bad thing, but I absolutely loved that my mind was preoccupied thinking about all of that.</p><p>Naomi had arranged for Derek to pick her up at our house. She wanted me to see her getting in another man’s car. It was a lovely little gift.</p><p>As he pulled up, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and said, “I don’t know how long I’ll be out. Try and wait up for me, okay?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” I said. There was no chance I was going to sleep before she got home.</p><p>I watched from the front window as Naomi walked down the steps and towards Derek’s car. He got out and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before opening the passenger door. She thanked him, got in, and then looked up at me through the windshield. She blew me a quick kiss and then they were off.</p><p>As I mentioned, I spent a fair amount of time that night chewing over the small thing she’d said about how much she was looking forward to her date. It was my first taste of genuine cuckold anxiety. I knew it was coming. I’d read enough about cuckolding online.</p><p>I worried that Derek was going to be better than me in every facet and that she’d just want to leave me for him instead of having fun as a hotwife. I worried that she was excited about being a hotwife because she’d been secretly disappointed with our sex life since we’d gotten married (she’d never indicated any particular displeasure).</p><p>I even worried that things were going terribly. That wasn’t cuckold anxiety as much as it was my fear that she wouldn’t want to move forward with being a hotwife if she ended up hating her first experience.</p><p>I did plenty of fantasizing too. I imagined them kissing. I imagined them doing a whole lot more than kissing. I honestly didn’t think she’d have sex on the first date, so it was more that I thought about her going down on him or him fingering her. It was exceptionally arousing, though.</p><p>Five hours after leaving for her date, Derek’s car pulled into our driveway. He hopped out of the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door for her. Naomi stepped out of the car and they shared a long, slow, exceptionally sensual kiss.</p><p>I watched from the window and got hard as a rock. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t touch myself. I just got stiff watching my wife kiss another man in a remarkably erotic way. It felt like a surefire sign that the date had gone exceptionally well.</p><p>After the kiss, Naomi gently caressed his face and said something that I obviously couldn’t make out. They shared another quick kiss and then she walked up the steps and to the front door.</p><p>“Derek is amazing,” was the first thing Naomi said as she closed the front door behind her.</p><p>She looked giddy. She was truly joyful. I felt a wild mixture of things in reaction to her seemingly having been on the best date ever. I was jealous, anxious, horny, happy, and all kinds of other things. It was incredible.</p><p>For a moment Naomi stood in the doorway and smiled. It was like she was reliving the date.</p><p>“That was the best first date I’ve ever been on,” she said while sauntering towards me.</p><p>“Really?” I said. I couldn’t help but think back to our first date, which was admittedly a pretty simple dinner.</p><p>“Yes,” Naomi said. She’d closed the gap between us. She looked down and saw my erect cock. She moved closer. Her lips were inches from mine. “Do you want to kiss me?”</p><p>I nodded. “Very much so.”</p><p>Naomi hesitated, more to tease me than anything else. “I had him in my mouth,” she whispered as her fingers slowly unzipped my pants and freed my hard cock. “Do you still want to kiss me?”</p><p>I didn’t answer. I just kissed her. Of course I wanted to kiss her. The fact that she’d given Derek a blowjob only made me want to kiss her more. She’d gone further than I expected, indicating it really was a good date.</p><p>She didn’t taste any different. I wasn’t expecting her to, honestly. Derek had kissed her in the driveway. I assume he wouldn’t have done that if she’d just gone down on her (though who knows).</p><p>Naomi stroked my cock as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth and I moaned into hers. It was a genuinely perfect moment. I’d just been given the news that my wife had blown another man and she was stroking my throbbing cock.</p><p>“I need you to fuck me,” Naomi said.</p><p>It was surprising but entirely welcome news. I happily followed her to the bedroom and watched as Naomi slowly, sensually stripped from her little black dress. She kept her underwear and high heels on, a touch that I loved.</p><p>“Did he make you cum?” I asked. I couldn’t help it. I had to know.</p><p>Naomi nodded.</p><p>“Was it good?”</p><p>She nodded again. “It was better than good. It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I need more.”</p><p>As I watched, Naomi sat on the edge of the bed and moved backwards. She opened her legs and pushed a hand into her panties. Her fingers moved in a slow circle. Watching through the sheer material of her underwear made it even more erotic.</p><p>I stripped as quickly as possible and climbed into bed. Naomi continued to masturbate as I kissed her neck and the soft flesh of her breasts that wasn’t covered by her bra.</p><p>There was one question I hadn’t gotten an answer to yet and I needed to know. She’d taken him in her mouth. I needed to know if that ended as it often does.</p><p>“Did you make him cum?” I asked before kissing her.</p><p>Our tongues danced as she grabbed my cock, pulled aside her panties, and took me inside her. I fucked my wife as we continued to kiss.</p><p>Only when our lips parted did she answer me. “Yes, I made him cum,” she said.</p><p>I fucked her harder. I had more questions. I didn’t know if she’d want to answer them or if she might feel like my probing would ruin the moment.</p><p>Naomi’s hands moved over my back and into my hair. She pulled me close. She moaned softly into my ear as I fucked her.</p><p>“Don’t you want to know how I made him cum?” she asked.</p><p>She clearly wasn’t worried about my probing ruining the moment.</p><p>“How did you make him cum?” I asked. I desperately wanted to know.</p><p>Naomi kissed my neck and her hands moved down my back and squeezed my ass as I fucked her.</p><p>“He came in my mouth,” she said. “I swallowed for him.”</p><p>Images of my wife sucking someone else’s cock filled my head. I imagined her in her lingerie and heels with another man’s dick in her mouth. I imagined her sucking him as he grunted, groaned, and flooded her mouth with his seed. I imagined her swallowing his cum.</p><p>Naomi moaned beneath me. She squeezed my ass harder. She was going to cum. I was going to cum too.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” she whispered into my ear. “Fuck, cum inside me.”</p><p>I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. I wanted to cum as I thought of Naomi sucking someone else off.</p><p>We climaxed at nearly the same time. I came first and moments later she wrapped her legs around me, closed her eyes, arched her back, and had an orgasm. I loved that I wasn’t the only man to make her cum that night.</p>