I couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. Just a week ago, my wife had gone out to a club with her friend and tonight; she was going out on a date with one of the men she’d met that night.

“Are you nervous?” I asked her as she was getting ready.

“You have no idea,” she replied. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“You have nothing to worry about. This is all about having fun, right?”

“Yeah, but I never thought I was going to have a first date in my life ever again. I doubt I’ll even know what to do.”

“I think you’re overthinking things. It’s not like you’re trying to show the guy that you’re wife material. You’ve already got a husband. You just want to show this guy why he wants to take you to bed.”

“And then let him.”

“Exactly. What are you thinking about as far as that goes? How do you feel knowing that you may sleep with someone entirely new tonight.”

“I’m feeling so many things; I doubt I can describe them. It’s a combination of excited, terrified, and very turned on.”

“I’d say that’s a good combination.”

“It’s exhilarating. How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m definitely horny, but I’m going to wait until after your date to do anything about it. I’m nervous, but only because I’ve been looking at this stuff for years, so I kind of know what to expect, but I also have no idea what to expect at the same time.”

Just then, her phone dinged with a text message notification.

“Oh shit, he’s here to pick me up. How do I like?”

“Like a sexy wife who is begging to get fucked.”

“Good, that’s the look I was going for. See you later tonight.”

“Have fun, babe. See you when you get home.”

She kissed me on the cheek before throwing on her heels and running out the front door. She really did look like a wife wanting to get laid, and that turned me on so much. She was right about one thing. She was going to be seeing me later that night. Little did she know, she’d be seeing me much sooner than she realized.

* * *

“How many in your party, sir?” the restaurant hostess asked as I walked into the lobby.

“It’s just me tonight, thank you.”

“Okay, follow me.”

The hostess led me to a table, but I was busy looking around. Finally, I spotted her across the room, sitting in a booth with her date. She looked she was having a great time.

“Ma’am, would it be okay if I sat right here?” I asked, pointing to a table directly across the room from Kayla, giving me the perfect view of her and the man who’d brought her out.

I watched intently as the hostess brought me a glass of water and a basket of bread, letting me know my waitress would be with me shortly. I wasn’t even particularly hungry, but I wanted to see how the date was going.

Kayla looked breathtaking. She was glowing as she sat with the man. She was smiling and laughing. He was sitting so close to her, or maybe she was sitting close to him. Whatever it was, there was a definite chemistry, and I was glad to see it.

To the naked eye, my wife and the stranger would have appeared to be an average couple out on a date. When their food arrived, he offered her bites of his, which she accepted, eating directly off his fork.

In between bites, he would lean in and kiss her. From time to time, I’d watch as his hands disappeared beneath the table. I was surprised when her hands occasionally disappeared as well.

As their dinner was winding down, he was getting much more touchy with her, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. At one point, he was leaning into her, kissing on her neck when she looked up and saw me sitting there. I expected her eyes to get big with surprise, but they didn’t. Instead, she grinned at me and kept looking me in the eyes as he groped her.

Kayla maintained eye contact as she reached down and started running her hand from his knee to his inner thigh. He matched her by putting his hand on her leg, but he didn’t stop at her thigh. He kept going until his hand was all the way under her dress.

I wondered how far his hand made it, but that question was answered when Kayla made an “o” with her mouth before gently biting her bottom lip. He was touching her. Not just her body, but the most forbidden parts of her body. The parts that only I had touched for so long. I could only imagine how wet she was.

He pulled his hand out from under her dress and excused himself to go to the restroom. As soon as he was out of sight, I threw cash on the table to pay for my food and went right over to their table.

“I need you to come with me,” I told her.

Kayla didn’t question anything. She simply took me by the hand, slid out of the booth, and followed me towards the front door. The other patrons in the restaurant were whispering to one another since she had just been there with another man, but we didn’t care. There was only one thing on our minds.

I led her to our car, which I’d parked in the very back corner of the parking lot. Without saying a word, I opened the back door, pushed her in front of me, and grabbed her dress by the bottom, lifting it up above her waist.

She pressed her back against my chest, and I leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was sexy, deep, and full of wanting. I couldn’t control myself any longer.

Using plenty of force, I bent her over the back seat of the car and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her beautiful, glistening pussy. It was freshly shaved, so she was prepared for anything happening.

With one hand, I unzipped my pants and unleashed my cock, which was hard and already throbbing. There was no foreplay required. We were both ready to go. Grabbing her hips, I pushed myself into her. She was so wet that I slid in without any resistance.

There was a thrill to knowing that we could be caught at any moment, and I wondered what her date would think if he came out looking for her, only to find her getting pounded in the back seat of the car. It didn’t matter, I had to have her, and I couldn’t wait.

This was no lovemaking session. I was moving in and out of her hard and fast. She made attempts to stifle her moans, but her efforts were not working. I wanted to hear her. I gave her ass a firm slap as I pounded into her, leading her to let out a yelp, which was part pain and part pleasure.

I reached around her and started playing with her clit, knowing that would do her in. Almost instantly, her legs became shaky, and her pussy tightened around me.

“Fuck Dillon, I’m cumming.”

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I starting pumping into her as hard and fast as I could. If anyone had been walking to their cars, there was no way they could have avoided hearing the sounds of my pelvis smacking against her ass.

I had to bite my tongue as I exploded inside of my wife, both of us reaching orgasm at the same time.

“Fuck,” she whimpered as I pushed myself all the way inside of her, bent down, and kissed her just below the neck.

“Fuck is right,” I replied. “That was fucking amazing.”

“That was fucking hot is what that was.”

“Let me find something for you to wipe up with.”

“No, I’m not wiping up. I want to go home knowing you’re inside of me.”

She stood up, slid her panties back into position, turned and kissed me.

“So, you want to go back in and finish your date?”

“No, I just want to go home with you.”