It was a bit strange seeing my husband off to work that morning. We were both aware that I was going to be fucked by another guy but neither of us mentioned it. I know how horny my husband was as he'd spent most of the night with his cock in between my arse cheeks. I'd been tempted to open my legs and slip his hard dick inside my wet pussy but I resisted. Aren't I a good girl?
We were in the kitchen and it was time for him to leave. He winked and said "Have a nice time" before quickly kissing me and heading for the front door. My thoughts turned to Phil. Time for me to get ready and I still hadn't decided what I should wear.
A long shower and it was time to do my hair and make-up. A little too much red lipstick, a generous amount of black eyeliner and blue eyeshadow. Mmm. I think he should approve.
I'd decided on an outfit. The idea came to me as I showered. I was going to wear my shiny black shoes with the silver high heels and my long black coat. Underneath I decided to wear only this...
Did I dare turn up dressed like a whore? YOU BET!!! Imagine his face when he helps me off with my coat.
It was nearly 11 o'clock. Phil lived in a flat close to the pub where we first met. It wasn't far away but I'd still be a little late even if I set off now. Time to go.
I parked on the street close to his flat. My stomach was full of butterflies and my nerves were taking me by surprise. On the one hand I felt like turning around and going home but on the other I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of being fucked by a man that I'd never spoken with. It was time to make the decision.