Although I still hadn’t slept with anyone else, the experience I’d had on the date I went had left me with a ton of confidence. The ending of the date with Dillon was a huge bonus as well.

Needless to say, the gentleman I’d gone out with wasn’t too amused with the fact that I left him alone inside the restaurant, especially considering how much we’d been teasing each other. I tried to explain to him what had happened, but he didn’t want to hear it. The man had planned on getting laid, and I left him with blue balls.

When I told Meghann the story, I thought she was going to die of laughter. That was one hotwife experience that she hadn’t been able to enjoy yet. In fact, she yelled at her husband when I told her and asked him why he’s never done that. Apparently, it’s being planned.

Since the original man wasn’t willing to give me a second date, Meghann offered to help me out. She had a client at work that was always looking for female company when he was in town. She told me that he was older, but that he didn’t look or act his age. The best part, according to her, was the fact that he had more money that he knew what to do with and he loved spending money on his dates. Money has never been a big thing to me, but if someone wanted to buy me a couple of gifts for me as part of our date, who was I to argue? I told her to go ahead and set it up.

His name was Jeff, and we spoke on the phone a few times to make sure we liked each other’s personalities and to get an overall feel for each other. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I didn’t pick up on any red flags, so we went ahead and set up a date.

Since he only came into town a few times a year, he wanted to make a day out of it. Dillon was working so he wasn’t able to see me off, but that was okay. I liked knowing that he would be at work all day, wondering exactly what I was doing while I was out.

My jaw dropped open when a full-sized limousine pulled out in front of my house. I knew the guy had money, but I had no clue it was going to be so on display. I was glad that all of our neighbors worked during the day or else I may have had a bunch of questions to answer, especially considering how nosy all of my neighbors are.

I found it odd that Jeff didn’t come to the door to get me, instead of sending his driver to let me know they had arrived. Figuring that was probably just the life he was used to, I didn’t think much of it.

The driver held the door open for me, and I slid in, laying eyes on Jeff for the first time. Meghann was right. The man looked far younger than his age, which I found to be a relief. There’s nothing wrong with an older man, as long as he aged well, but too many men fail to do that. Fortunately for me, this one had aged as gracefully as George Clooney.

Aside from his appearance, the first thing I noticed was his scent. A familiar smell greeted me as I sat across from him. A scent that I would recognize anywhere. He was wearing Polo Blue, the same cologne that my husband wears. I guess the other half doesn’t live that different after all.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he said as I positioned myself in the seat.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied with a wink.

“Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks, it’s still early for me, or are you just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”

“Oh, I don’t think I have to get you drunk to make that happen.”

There was something about the way those words came out of his mouth. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but they didn’t sit right with me for some reason.

“So what are the plans for the day?” I asked, hoping to get the conversation moving in a different direction.

“I’ve got some ideas, but what we do all depends on you.”

“On me? What does that mean?”

“Let’s just say, the happier you make me, the happier you’ll be with today’s activities.”

He slid out of his seat and came over to sit next to me. Almost immediately, he had his hand on my leg and his lips on my neck. I tried to play it cool, but his aggressiveness was making me uncomfortable.

“Whoa, let’s slow it down a little bit. There will be plenty of time for that later,” I told him, throwing in a little laugh so it wouldn’t sound so harsh.

“I’m not a take it slow kind of guy. I live my life with the pedal to the metal.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, but I’d like to get to know you a little bit first.”

“That’s fine. Driver, take us to Cafe Sebastienne.”

“Cafe Sebastienne? I’ve never been there.”

“It’s a cool little lunch spot. I know the owner so we’ll be well taken care of,” he announced, moving back to his seat.

The ride to the restaurant was pretty quiet. It was clear that he was a man who didn’t like to be told no. I worried that maybe I came off too mean. After all, the whole purpose of being a hotwife is to have sex with other men. Still, I don’t think it was asking too much to be respected.

Being the type of girl who will go to a sports bar and order chicken wings, so to food at this restaurant was a little eclectic for my tastes. Not knowing what most of the menu was, I opted for the fish tacos while Jeff ordered something with goat cheese. The food was decent, but not worth anything near the price tag.

As soon as we got back into the limo, he started eyeballing me and sizing me up. I tried making small talk and asked what was up next, but he ignored what I was saying. Instead, he kept creeping closer and closer to me until I was pinned against the closed door.

Jeff grabbed me by my hair and started kissing me roughly. There wasn’t even any warm up. He just kept shoving his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing him away, but he put his weight on me to hold me in place. After a few minutes, I was able to put a bit of distance between us, at least enough so that I was able to get his mouth off of mine.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing. I’m about to fuck you.”

“This isn’t the way you go about it.”

“What do you mean? You’re a hotwife, right? I just bought you a meal; now you’re going to give me my dessert.”

“What the fuck? You think I’m so kind of cheap slut?”

“Well, yeah. What kind of woman would sleep with men other than their husband if they weren’t a slut?”

“Wow, okay, we’re done here. Take me home please.”

“I’ll get you back when we’re done. Don’t worry. Besides, with that attitude, I don’t want to spend any extra time with you if I don’t have to.”

He went back to kissing me while pulling my dress down, exposing my breasts. Jeff was so strong and pinned me to the door, making it very hard for me to move. He was groping me like I was a piece of property instead of a woman.

After a lot of maneuvering and wiggling, I got my right arm free and was able to reach down into my purse and grab the mace that Dillon has insisted I buy if I were going to go on these dates. I told him he was being ridiculous, but he refused to back down. I was very grateful for him at that moment.

I pulled the mace out of my purse, put it right in front of his face, shielded my eyes, and pushed down, sending a pungent spray straight into his eyes.

As quickly as he pounced on me, he slithered back to his side of the seat.

“What the fuck? You maced me, you stupid slutty bitch!”

I didn’t wait around to see what else he had to say. I opened the door, jumped out, put my breasts away, and ran back into the restaurant.

“Can I help you?” the host asked, sensing that I was upset or in trouble.

“Where is your bathroom?” I began to cry.

Inside the bathroom, I brought up the Uber app and set up a ride home. My driver would arrive in about 10 minutes. I also called Dillon, who had just gotten home and told him that I was on my way.

I was so happy when the driver pulled up in front of my house. It was truly my safe place, my happy place, and I just wanted to be inside with my husband.

After paying for the ride, I ran into the house, slammed through the door, and jumped into Dillon’s arms. I’d planned to stay strong, but I couldn’t help but break down. My cries quickly turned to sobs.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”