Diane Becomes a Hot Wife
On Friday morning, Diane came to breakfast looking extra stunning. Soon she would be off to work wearing black pumps, a low cut black dress and a delicate gold chain with a diamond pendant. Her blond hair was styled and contrasted with the black dress. She looked really hot. She had a strange glow and a sly grin.
Diane: Mark, tonight I'm going to make your fantasy come true. You know, the one you have about me ******* another man. I’m going out to dinner with my friend from work. You remember, I told you about how we have already been sharing some hot kisses. His name is Dave. Before I go off and **** him I want you to see us together, just like we talked about.
We will be at “The Roadhouse” by six. Be there. He won’t recognize you so don’t worry about being seen. Here is the deal, make sure I see you when you arrive and before you leave. Wear a tie. If you take off your tie, I’ll know you have chickened out and don’t want me to go through with it. That’s OK, except I'll be really disappointed. It can remain a hot fantasy for another time. I’ll just have dinner, let him kiss me some and come home. If you leave with your tie on, I’ll know you want me to have sex with him and that I can do whatever I want.
Me: I’ll wear a tie that you won’t miss, and it won't be coming off.
Diane: Be sure! The way I’m feeling right now, if the tie stays on, I'll be ******* another man very soon!
Me: Enjoy it and then tell me about it when you get home.
I entered the roadhouse a little after six. I knew Diane was inside because I spotted her car in the lot. My heart was pounding and I felt like a nervous school boy. I scanned the place for a moment and spotted Diane in the bar area. She was sipping a glass of wine and standing close to Dave. I knew Diane could attract other men, but, Dave was beyond my expectations. He stood at least six feet two. He had dark hair and a swarthy complexion. He was athletic in appearance and looked as if he had "worked out" every day of his life. He was full of confidence, and with good reason. I imagined him "working out" on my wife very soon.
They were animated in conversation. She appeared to be having a great time. I noticed her marriage and engagement rings. Dave appeared to be single. Diane looked every bit the part she was playing; a married woman having an illicit extra-marital affair. Another glass of wine arrived, they continued to talk and laugh. They touched seductive caresses that one after the other seemed to last longer. At one point he leaned over and put his arm around her waist. He drew her to him and kissed her. She responded to his kiss, a kiss which lingered.
My **** sprang to attention. I enjoyed watching as her tongue entered his mouth. As their kiss broke it was followed by another sip of wine. She didn't know I was even there yet, meaning she wasn't putting on a show for me. She was behaving like a wife who was about to cheat. Likely a wife who had cheated before. I wondered what kind of a show I'd get when she did see me there.
I walked around a bit until she spotted me. When Dave was not looking she winked at me, then paid little attention to me. Knowing I was there and watching pushed Diane into another gear. She kissed Dave again, more sensually than before. Diane was keeping her promise. I remembered her telling me that watching her and her lover kiss was one of the first things I would see. She had no way of knowing my **** was still hard from the first kissed I watched her share with him.
Diane is a non-smoker and as far as I’d known had never even puffed a cigarette. What a surprise for me when she took a pack of Virginia Slims from her purse, slowly removed a cigarette and lit it. I loved the sight. Watching an attractive woman smoke is another fascination of mine. I never dreamed of asking Diane to do it. Diane looked incredibly sexy. Drinking and smoking. Most of all she was enticing another man. She was behaving exactly as I had hoped, like a "**** wife".
With my long anticipated fantasy about to be fulfilled, I made my decision. I'd never wanted anything as much as I wanted this. Anyway, I believed she had already decided **** him regardless of what I did with my tie. Actually, I was fairly certain that this would not be the first time that his **** had entered her, and that Sunday’s conversation had been a tad short of the full truth.
The next time Diane made eye contact with me I performed my small part of the play. I straightened my tie and left the bar.
Diane returned home about 4 in the morning. I was in bed but not sleeping. I had ***********, thinking about what she and Dave were doing. Diane entered the bedroom and turned on the small lamp that was placed on the side table. She sat on the edge of the bed facing me, and lit a cigarette, seductively, preparing to torture me with the details of her infidelity.
(Diane took a long drag from her cigarette, then blew a long, steady stream of smoke)
Diane: Mark, this should come as no surprise, but, I need to tell you anyway. Tonight I committed adultery. I had sex with another man.
(Her face blushing, she took another drag from her cigarette)
Me: I left the bar knowing you were going to cheat on me tonight. I was ready and eager for that. I want to hear everything. Diane, I'm surprised to see you smoke. Although you look you incredibly sexy. When did that start?
Diane: About the same time I decided to become the "**** wife" you wanted me to be. To fully enjoy the “cheating” experience, I have decided to become a different Diane (an alter ego). The Diane that enjoys cheating on her husband also smokes, acts provocatively, and does “dirty” things. When you saw me smoking I felt promiscuous and sexy. Actually I feel that way now. Do you mind me smoking?
Me: No, I want you to be a **** wife, just this way.
Diane slowly removed her black dress. I smiled to myself noting she was no longer wearing a bra or panties. She laid beside me. She kissed me deeply. The odor of sex filled my nostrils. My hand moved directly to her vagina. It was sticky and wet. I hesitated then slowly inserted my finger. I removed my finger and brought it to my lips. The taste confirmed that Diane was full of his ***. My **** sprang to attention with indisputable corroboration of Diane’s most recent adultery. Diane began to taunt me, moving into to give me a hand job and tease me about her infidelity.
Diane: That's your proof that I had his **** in my *****, that I had another man *** inside me.
Me: Please tell me everything.