Real Sex Diary #2, Being a Hotwife

Alright, so my date with another guy, that guy that isn’t my husband, Jake, the guy that my husband and I found online and I chatted with, texted with, and sexted with, and ended up getting my brains fucked out by my husband after, yeah, that guy, well he was fucking amazing. And so was the date. Now you have the back story if you didn’t read my first entry to my sex diary (and shame on you), if you did, then great. On to the details of my first date as a slutty little hotwife.

The day started ordinarily enough, which is boring, so let’s skip to the evening. I was to meet Jake at 7pm at a wine bar not far from my house. I began getting ready about 530. To my surprise, my husband helped me. He was like a bff that helps you get ready for a first date. So cute. I was already freshly waxed in all the right places (no he didn’t help me with that, that would be fucking weird.) He told me how gorgeous I looked as I applied my makeup and tried on three different outfits, circling back to the first one; a short black skirt that wasn’t skin-tight, the kind that flares out a little and can twirl if I twirl, matched with a white blouse with just the right amount of buttons unbuttoned, thanks to my husband. I had one too many fastened, he undid the second button from the top and said, “Much better.” I looked in the mirror and had to agree. My breasts aren’t overly large by any means, so I wasn’t…