0 comments/ 115317 views/ 11 favorites Ten Dates By: Dyrtytailz My wife and I are happily married. We share all our fantasies together. She's hot, and I'm comfortable with myself. Anyway lately we've been busy. We've shared a couple of fantasies and had some good sex, but not like we used to. We agree with one point. We don't want to be single, but we do miss the newness. While discussing our point with a single male friend of ours who is very anti commitment and idea came about. The idea became a bet, the bet became a matter of pride. The bet was this. Ten dates. My friend took the plan and started running. Ten blind dates, he'd arrange them. They had to be real dates, no wedding band, no strings. My wife at twenty six is smokin hot still. A little small at 5'1", but firm in all the right places and slim at 112#s. The dates would all be for her. I in the meantime would be free to hit on women and let my eyes roam, and if I could get lucky I would. We talked for hours, getting drunk while we did. Something unusual for us. The idea of the dates was NOT to get laid. Only to find out if the fire was out there or if we would miss each-other. the stipulation was that we could if we really wanted to, without fear of losing the other. It was a dangerous proposition. After my wife passed out my friend and I sat up talking. I'm leaving some names out intentionally. He told me how he had always thought Eileen was hot. I asked what he thought of the bet. He said it would be a good time, and probably prove him right, that single is better. We debated a little eventually letting the ten dates decide the verdict. The first date he arranged was for a saturday afternoon and evening. It was Wednesday morning when we found out. We talked about being sure and decided Eileen would go and if it wasn't feeling right she'd leave. For the next two days I was like a kid in a candy store, every woman walking down the street was eye-candy a potential conquest. I stared guilt free at cleavage and asses, and flirted with everyone! Then came saturday. I'll let Eileen take over because she was there. THE FIRST DATE My mystery man arrived promptly at two in the afternoon. I left my wedding band on our bureau and dressed as the invitation had specified wearing comfortable jeans and a casual top, I chose a earth-tone V-neck that didn't plunge low enough to show cleavage, I'm a 38c, but was tight enough to accentuate my breasts. My husband had always liked it. The jeans were snug and I 'felt' sexy. So at Two I met Roger at the door. "Hi!" Roger said, "you must be Eileen, I'm Roger. Ryan told me so much about you, I think we're gonna' have a lot of fun today." "Hi, I'm Eileen." I said stammering a little like a schoolgirl, I couldn't believe I was on a date. We walked down the walk to his car and he opened the door and let me in before jogging around and getting in himself. little points, but I was taking notes. We went downtown to the park and had a lovely carriage ride. During the ride we talked about dating, and sex, and life. It was fun we talked easily. I don't know if I found myself attracted to him, but it was a good date so far. When the carriage stopped we returned to the car and headed for an early dinner at a nice restaurant. The meal was exquisite, the wine was VERY good. During dinner he told me several times how beautiful I was, how sexy. Things my husband wasn't neglecting, but still nice to hear from a stranger. After supper the evening was getting cool and he put his arm around me for the walk to the car. At first I recoiled a little, but he smiled and said, 'It's just an arm, perfectly acceptable first date territory.' I smiled and let him hold me. It was nice. We walked to the car and once there I wondered where our next destination would be. He headed to a really nice bar/restaurant, with a soft band and dancing. This type of thing would've made me soaking wet with my husband I was a little nervous doing it with a stranger. We each got a cocktail and talked at a small table for probably an hour. Then he asked me if I would dance. I agreed now fairly relaxed on the dating atmosphere. We danced slowly to the light jazz, and swayed around the floor the city skyline a backdrop through the large windows. (did I mention the restaurant was on the twentieth floor?) Anyway the drink the moment, the idea of dating the swaying, the music. I did something naughty. We both leaned back at the same instant and it was one of those perfect kissing positions. He leaned in and I accepted and kissed back. Once our lips made contact they just stayed and while we swayed with his hands tastefully on my hip, and mine one on the shoulder on on the hip we stayed lip-locked. Then his tongue danced across my lips, and I jabbed mine out to flick it playfully, kissing is something I enjoy very much, and my husband and I just don't do it very often. Well this guy got his kiss moneys worth. Finally we broke and looked at each-other. There was an awkwardness and we left the floor to have another drink and relax. The evening was winding into the late evening so we decided to have one more good dance and call it a night. Out on the floor we swayed and danced close, the kiss, combined with the rest of the night did in fact have me very wet. I reminded myself that I was married, and used to an evening like this being foreplay for sex, I said this is a first date, the only person I'd be fucking tonight was my husband. He brought me home next, it was a little past midnight when I made him pull over a few blocks from my house. "I just realized something." I said. "You can't give me a goodnight kiss at the door. An evening like this deserves one, so you'll have to do it now and then just drop me off." He nodded and we leaned over the center console and kissed again. The kiss was passionate and hot, for balance our hands found each-other and mine roamed his chest while our lips and tongues danced. Finally one of his hands slipped onto my breast through my sweater and just stayed, not squeezing or groping just applying steady pressure. I kisseed him harder and then broke the kiss. "Thank you for a wonderful evening." I said. "I haven't been treated like this in a while it was delightful." "Thank-you, you were amazing, I'd love to see you again sometime." Roger said. "I'd like that, we'll see." I said out of lust and reflex. A few minutes later I was heading up my walk, very horny, and a little guilty. I fucked my husband brains out that night, and didn't even call him Roger once. (thank god!) DATE TWO After the first date, I was one part eager, and one part scared to go on another. I was asked out for the very next friday, and that saturday. I was becoming a very busy lady. Friday night's was to be a bit more formal. I wore a little black dress. The official stand-by. It was tasteful in every way. Came down to my knee, I wore Thigh high's under it, nude color. The dress had a low backline and gave a little support upfront eliminating the need for a bra. No cleavage was visible and it tied behind my neck. My shoes had ankle straps and short, but thin heels. Travor, picked me up promptly at six PM. We rode to a VERY expensive restaurant. The whole way we talked about me. He told me I had a gorgeous body, and he talked about release, and fitness, and sex, and you name it. (I was so BORED) Dinner was an exotic and expensive affair, and he picked up my cues and toned down on the I want pussy assault. By the end of dinner we were talking pretty amiably. The drink flowed heavily, what is it with booze and dating anyway? Liquid leg-spreader my ass. After dinner he took me to an equally expensive very shiek nightclub. The music was technoish and he had me out on the floor shaking and bouncing at a hundred miles an hour. It wasn't not fun, but I was a sweatymess before we left the floor for a drink and some rest. When we went out on the floor again he danced a lot closer, a lot more suggestively. He ground against me and pulled me close by my ass. I looked around and it certainly wasn't out of place, but I wasn't real keen on it, but I went with the flow, he certainly wasn't going to fuck me on the dance floor. After about a half hour of it we again took a break. I went to the bathroom and returned to sit and finish a drink. I was a little gooey from the attention despite my discomfort. It was beginning to get late so he drove me home. Aside from grabbing my ass a few times, he got a quick kiss before I got out, and that was it. I think he knew he blew it, I don't think he cared. Stay tuned for DATE THREE when things can change and just might!? Ten Dates Ch. 02 The day after her second date Eileen and I sat over a late lunch. We discussed things. She told me how she had kissed Roger twice. She apologized a lot. I told her not to apologize. She told me she had really enjoyed the date. That if things had been different she might have invited him in. I absorbed the information for quite sometime. "You aren't mad?" Eileen finally asked when my face remained placcid. She seemed confused and relieved. "No." I finally said. I really wasn't. It seemed kind of arranged and I still felt in control, and after all I had certainly enjoyed looking at the menu again. "It was just kissing." I said shrugging a little. "You're such a guy, that's what I'm telling you." Eileen said a little testy. "It WASN'T Just kissing. I wanted him." She said frustrated. "I know, but you didn't you came home." If you could've done it would you have?" I asked. "Never, you're my one and only." She said. "If you knew that I wouldn't have left you." I said boldly. She sat stunned. "You mean if I could have and then come home and told you and we would just keep going?" She said. "Yes." I said. "Maybe." She finally said. "Well."I began slowly. "that's the point of this bet right? To show that the single life can be fun, but it isn't worth losing what we DO have." "So we won the bet?" Eileen said. "Not yet, you have to go on all ten dates first." I said. "So if I want to I should?" Eileen asked. "If you really want to you should, is it alright with YOU if I do the same?" I asked. "If I can and want to." I added. "Could you have sex with another woman and still love me?" She asked. "How should I know, the opportunity hasn't even come up I asked, but if it did and I wanted to y'know see if I still had it?" I asked sounding more unsure than I felt. "Promise you only love me." She whispered. No matter what?" She added. "Eileen I live you more now than the day I married you, and I never would've thought that was possible. I want to spend my life with no one else except you." I said. She smiled and I looked deep into her eyes. "Alright then, I'm going to start getting ready for tonight. My date is coming at four-thirty." Eileen said and got up. "Can I join you?" I asked, "I promise no pointers." She nodded and waved for me to follow. THE THIRD DATE! Hi it's me again, I'm Eileen the aparently hot little number from before. 5'1", 38c, 110+/-#s. My husband neglected to mention that I'm almost blonde my hair is so light, but still a little brown. The invitation specified the type of date. I looked at the invitation again now. 'dress sophisticated, but casual. Something a little daring for your third date?' Ryan set up all the dates as part of the bet. I flipped the invitation to my husband. He read it briefly and shook his head. I began going through my closet. What I came up with was a mid-length skirt, and a gray crop topish shirt with spaghetti straps. I finished with a pair of thongs and left the top to hold my breasts up on it's own. The skirt was a little tight without being too slutty, and the top only showed an inch or so of cleavage. I waited for the date to arrive. My date arrived in a convertible with the top down. He came to the door, his name was Evan. He was hunkish. Great hair, soft features, toned body. He wore slacks and a three button short sleeve shirt. I let him lead me to the car and open the door, and then we were off. Our first adventure was a long drive down country backroads followed by a picknic. We talked mostly about the bet, and my feelings. He seemed genuinely curious. I ended up telling him of our conversation. He smiled and said not to worry he was only out to have a good time. The picnic was great, he had a beautiful huge blanket, and a real basked with place settings for two. We had a light early dinner, there was wine. The problem? Sitting on the ground in a snug skirt. While we ate and enjoyed our wine, I sat with my legs curled beside me propped on alternating arms. This allowed Brett to see a little more cleavage as my heavy chest weighed sideways. Finally towards the end I righted myself a little. We sipped the wine and talked about life and previous love. The skirt rode up a little, not bad, if Evan really craned in he could probably see panty, but he didn't. Finally at close to dusk we began packing up. "Where to?" I asked. The wine making me heady as I stood to help fold the blanket. "Is you'll see an acceptable answer?" Evan asked. "What if it isn't?" I asked. Enjoying the playful charade. "I'd ask you what it was worth to find out?" Evan quipped raising an eyebrow as we folded the blanket towards each-other. "OOh you are playful?" I said. "I've heard that you're quite the kisser?" Evan said, I blushed heatedly. "So a kiss would be enough to find out, or I could wait and see?" I said. "I said a kiss MIGHT?" Evan said. "I haven't had it so I don't know how good it is." "This might be transparent." I said, "but it's fun. Let's find out." I answered, and motioned him with my index finger. Besides how often do you get to kiss in a field with the sunset behind you? He took me in his arms and pulled me close and we began to kiss. The timing was good the action was smoothly executed. When our lips met I parted my lips slightly and felt every inch of his lips it was amazing. The embrace lasted for a minute and then my hands began to probe his back as my tongue darted out and found his waiting for it. He too began to gently explore with his hands. My arousal level began to climb, in the back of my head knowing that I now could. Another minute must have gone by, I felt his hand slide down to cup my behind through my skirt and pull me close to him, I could feel his erection bulging against my thigh. The heat between my legs grew immensely. I broke the embrace. "so where to?" I asked a little winded. "I don't know if I should tell you?" Evan said grinning and also breathing a little heavy. I shook my head heading for the car with the blanket. He followed and helped me load the blanket and basket into the trunk. Then he let me into the car and went around to his door. "I'll tell you what." He said. "I could REALLY go for another round of that. You just did something amazing to me. I'll tell you no matter what, but could you please kiss me some more." "Tell me first." I said wiggling towards him, giddy with how badly he wanted me. The newness, the want was there I was reveling in it. "To a show downtown. It starts at nine, but there's a cocktail lounge across the street, I figured we'd be back in the city by seven or seven thirty, and could have a round or two of drinks in a quiet atmosphere before settling in to watch the show." Evan said. "What kind of show?" I asked. "Some kind of visual spectacle like a stomp or blue guy thing." He said. "Sounds good, now c'mere." I purred. He leaned across the console placing a hand on my thigh to steady himself. Our lips met and the kissing was MUCH more fevered. Within a half minute he had slipped from my lips to my neck! I shut my eyes he took the encouragement and his hand began massaging my thigh, looking for the hem of my skirt as his other hand found a breast. I wanted it so very badly. My hands sought out his pants and began working the buckle. That was all he needed to slide his hand under my skirt. I wiggled helping his arm push the skirt high to my waist. His strong fingers found my panties when he pressed them into me I felt thier dampness on my warmth and wetness. I know he felt it too. It took a minute to free him, and by the time I had he had my panties pushed aside and was sliding a finger up and down the length of my soaked wetness. I began to stroke him. He pulled my shirt over my head and began sucking on my nipples. The sun was just about down on that quiet country road. We tumbled out of the car spilling into the grass by the roadside, the blanket came back out of the trunk in a hurry and then we were on it. My skirt was hastily flung towards the car with his pants and shirt and he was inside me. I grabbed his ass pulling him in deeper, and we fucked. It wasn't love-making although the setting was highly erotic. I grunted and said very dirty things while he pumped me harder and harder. Finally he came deep inside me, our sweaty bodies giving in as I came with im spasming around his cock as it twitched out the last of his seed. He lay holding himself off of me for a long time he finally slipped out and began to run from me. I couldn't move for a while. He rolled beside me and we lay looking up at the emerging stars. Finally I fumbled around on the ground for my panties and began to tug them on. They stymied the flow a little. He also began to dress and an awkwardness settled. "What now?" He asked as we got dressed, we were both messy and sweaty. "Don't know." I said shrugging. "We can still make the show?" He said. "I'm a mess." I answered. "Who cares." He said. "You can sneak to the bathroom and clean up before it starts." I shrugged and off we went. I headed into the bathroom and wiped a lot of the slime off with a damp paper towel, and retured to the show a little less itchy. The show was a blast and we had a lot of fun. Afterwards he invited me to his place. I paused long and hard. Soon we were there, and I let him lead me inside and into the bedroom. The next morning I woke up beside him he was sleeping soundly. Guilt began to rack me and I had to get him to bring me home. He was very civil and offered me a shower, breakfast, more sex, and another date. I told him, I'd call him, but my clothes were messy anyway so he brought me home. Seven more dates to go I thought, now a little worried. Ten Dates Ch. 03 I walked up the stairs to our house rather unsteadily. I wondered what my husband would do. We had only spoken of it a day ago, not even in fact. Now here I was opening our front door the Sunday morning after my third date. My pussy was full of another man's cum. Sure he had agreed to the dates, and agreed to give me free reign, but now here I was. The door opened and my husband was there standing waiting for me. I tried to read the look on his face, it was an odd one. I almost started to cry and he opened his arms to me. "It's ok." He finally said softly. We didn't speak much for a while. I smelled of sex horribly and went upstairs to shower. THE FOURTH DATE My wife was in the shower for a long time. It gave me the chance to think. I called Ryan, our friend who was arranging the dates, he had already heard. "It's always the third date when they give it up isn't it?" Ryan laughed. I told him we were fine with it. I didn't know if that was true or not, but for the moment it was. I thought of Eileen upstairs showering she was so hot. I couldn't imagine any guy she was with not wanting her. She's small at only 5'1", but she's right in all the right places, 38c, slim waist, firm round ass, hair that's almost blonde, upstairs and down. She's hot. Anyway Ryan turned me down for sneaking in as the fourth date. Told me it would break the rules of the bet. So I asked him when it was and what it would be. He told me it was Wednesday night, and it was casual, that was all he would say. My wife already had the information. The next three days settled down a little. Eileen wouldn't really tell me much, only that she loved me and was sorry. We talked about ending the bet, but neither of us wanted to, so we didn't. When Wednesday night came, she got home from work and immediately started getting ready. I watched and we talked, I had been hitting on every girl that I ran into, so I wasn't too bummed about the arrangement, it still hurt a little when she set her rings on the bureau. She wore a snug pair of jeans and a short loose tank top over a pair of red panties and matching bra. The tank top showed her tight midriff and was very hot. The jeans hugged every curve and were also hot. -I kissed my husband as I finished my make-up and then headed to the living room to wait by the door. I knew something he didn't. I didn't want to tell him, because I wanted to act like it surprised me too. My date for tonight was Ryan. He told me on the phone that he couldn't set me up with ten blind dates without stealing one for himself. By now he must know that Evan had fucked me, he probably knew how many times and what had brought it on too. This knowledge certainly excited me, I felt like a well stalked animal. I knew how badly Ryan would want me, I knew he always found me attractive. This power was a little addicting, I could tease him to my heart's content. I also knew I would probably be having sex with him tonight. Behind me my husband headed for the kitchen from upstairs and I heard Ryan pull in the driveway. I opened the door and skipped out to his car. He didn't get out, just reached over and threw the passenger door open. 'He was gonna' have to work harder than that.' I thought as I got in, leaning forward to give him a cleavage shot. "Well Hello." Ryan said smiling from ear to ear. "Hi. I can't believe you had to sneak into this little charade." I said sitting down as he backed out of the driveway. "Where to?" I asked. "What do I get to tell you?" Ryan responded smiling as wide as he could. "Well I see nothing's secret in this little group." I answered. "Not a thing." Ryan said. "I truthfully haven't decided yet, I really just want to get you somewhere and fuck you." Ryan said. "Where do you want to go?" "Well." I said. "you're gonna' have to work harder than that." I smiled at him. "I doubt that." Ryan answered. "Well answer me this?" I nodded and waited for the question. "Are you committed that you'll at least finish the date. As part of the bet, even if it sucks." I nodded, but questioned him with my expression. "Why do you ask?" I finally said. "Because we're here." Ryan said. I looked up to see a parking lot going by me. "Where are we?" I asked. "A dirty little strip club near the city." Ryan said. "Shall we?" "I hope you don't think you're getting any." I said and waited for him to come around and let me out. "We'll see." Ryan said as he opened my door. He led me up to and into the dimly lit smoky room. It was not at all what I expected. The main room was huge. The walls were painted black. The music was loud, and there was a girl spinning and twisting to some kind of pumping base riff. She wasn't naked yet, and Ryan sat us right at the stage. She came right over to us as we were new and spun a little, rolling and spreading her legs in our direction. I could see a lot on either side of the tiny g-string she was wearing. A moment later a waitress in a halter top and short skirt appeared and Ryan ordered a beer and a Frosty Bitch. "What's a frosty bitch?" I asked. "It's a blue crushed ice drink, that's mostly vodka." Ryan replied. I turned back to the stage and watched as this woman crawled away swaying her ass at us, and I could see her anus blinking back and forth with each forward motion. She knelt on the other side of the stage and removed her bra for a group of six business men. Our drink arrived and we talked a little around the music and the women. Not many guys sat near us. I probably made them nervous. Ryan asked a lot of questions, about how I felt now that after the years I had had another lover. He asked what it was like to have men fiending for me again. He asked what my husband thought. He asked if he knew Ryan was my date tonight. I answered truthfully to all of them. "I'm gonna' get us a dance." Ryan said. "Please don't." I answered. "It would make me hot to see a girl shake her pussy in your face." Ryan answered. "Who says its my job to make you hot." I answered. "I don't want any pussy in my face." "Alright." Ryan said. We ordered more drinks. "How long do I have to stay here?" I asked. "HMMM?" Ryan answered. It was barely eight o'clock. "This place is open until three, I thought we'd stay all night." He read my face for my reaction. "Of course if you're bored we could do something else, maybe. What would leaving be worth to you?" I was a little hurt, Ryan had duped the upper hand from me. It wasn't as much fun. "You look disappointed." Ryan said. "You wanted to tease me huh?" I finally nodded. "Well if you want to tease me, here's what you can do..." Ryan laid down a short set of instructions. I sat and finished my 2nd Frosty Bitch and thought them over. Meanwhile another girl had come out, the fourth I think, she strutted and danced and I watched transfixed and a little nauseated. "I don't think I can." I finally said. "That's alright, but I still really want a private dance." Ryan said. Another drink came, and Ryan flagged down the first stripper to strut past off stage. She nodded and smiled at both of us and Ryan produced a fifty and gave it to her. "Two songs please, and I'll buy another for the same price if I get really hot." Ryan said. The girl seemed pleased, and climbed between us. She rubbed her breasts in Ryan's face through the bra she was wearing and began dancing looking from me to him. As the song progressed she took off her bra and again smothered Ryan. What she did next shocked me. She reached over and grabbed my tits through my shirt. She massaged them and waved her ass in Ryan's face. Ryan was going nuts. I sat stunned and unable to move. The stripper took it as an invitation, and went under my shirt, pulling my tits free from my bra. A crowd was quick to gather, and the stripper on stage backed off on her set. As I sat stunned the girl performing our lap dance took a leg and bent it up over my shoulder, letting go of my now exposed breasts and grabbing my hair. Suddenly her panty covered crotch was less than two inches from my nose. I could smell her musky odor. I began to recoil, and the men around us booed. The stripper pulled her leg down and slid her panties off. I hastily pulled my bra back up and my shirt back down. The second song started. Ryan was apparently forgotten as this dancer straddled my thigh pressing her chest to mine. A bunch of the men tossed money down on our table. The bouncer appeared. The stripper wasn't near done with me as she began to stand her right nipple dragging across my mouth and cheek. Her hands again lifted my tank top, and again I felt her hands on my bra, this time she undid the front clasp. My breasts sprang free. I looked around at the group of leering cheering men. Suddenly her foot was against my cheek turning my head back to her. Then she slid her foot down my back and her calf, then her thigh passed my ear. Suddenly there it was her pussy pouting open before my eyes. I recoiled backwards and she ground at me, I felt dampness on my nose and lips, then she pulled away. As she did my shirt came with her. I covered my breasts. "This is no place for a modest girl." She whispered. "Especially a modest girl with a wedding band tan line." She swayed seductively in front of me laying my shirt and bra on the table behind her, and then knelt reaching for my pant buttons. "No." I whispered. "Please." Ryan replied and tossed another fifty towards the tiny purse she had thrown her other money in. She unbuttoned my skin tight jeans and pulled on either side causing the zipper to open. Then with a hand on either side of my waist she pulled. The jeans resisted and I was thankful for wearing them so tight. Then I felt them give a little, and once they started past my hips they slid fast and furious the rest of the way down. My panties slid down to my thighs and I let out a little scream bringing a round of cheers from the men. The stripper grabbed my panties before I could and an instant later I was naked. I hadn't even noticed her slip my shoes off. She offered a hand and pulled me to a standing position. She then reached down and ran a finger across my lips, which were wet and beginning to open. "Soaking wet, I'd say that's worth the exra tip, enjoy your night you two." She said, grabbing the money from the table and strutting away. Ryan held my clothes and I reached for them frantically. He handed me my shirt. I threw it on hurriedly. Then he handed me my panties, A cheer went up when I bent over to put the on. Finally he held out my jeans. "Let's go." I said. "It's not even nine o'clock, if I leave now I want to go to a hotel." "Fine, just get me out of here." I said. Ten minutes later we were at the hotel across the street. Ryan no sooner opened the door than he began to strip me. I allowed it, gave in, and moments later he was over me on the bed and I felt him easing into me. I opened my legs and accepted it. He didn't last very long. When he was done he pulled out and stood over me. "You're so hot." was all Ryan could say. I began to cry a little. He knelt down and held me. Finally after I stopped he apologized. He then began rubbing my nipples and kissing me. Before long I gave in. The night went on like that until very late. I think we had sex four times, but the fourth he was too tired to finish. The next morning I frantically hurried to get home and get ready for work, while Ryan slept. The only thing he said to me as I left-by CAB, was 'SIX MORE.' More to follow Ten Dates Ch. 04 Hello everyone, it's me Eileen. For those of you just joining in, I'm 5'1", 112 pounds, with C-cups that are real, and light brown hair. Let me clue you all in to what's going on. A few weeks ago my husbands and I made a bet with a single friend of ours that being married beat being single. To settle the bet I agreed to go on ten dates, where the rings stayed home, and I was completely single. The first date went great, and if not for the love of my husband I would've slept with the guy. The second date was a bomb, the guy was a jerk. The third date...well I slept with the guy, let him take me home and everything. My husband and I had discussed it before hand and everything seemed alright. Then came the fourth date. My husband's friend who was arranging the date slipped himself into the mix. I had given in that the dates were fun and new sex was nice, but secretly new I would enjoy being married more. I had actually planned on sleeping with him, and I expected to have control, it didn't work that way. Ryan, my husband's friend took me to a strip club for the date and thoroughly humiliated me. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I let him take me to a hotel just to get out of the strip club. At the hotel he pretty much used me all night and I still don't want to talk much about it. When the cab brought me home I fell into my husband's arms so grateful to be home. I told him the dates were over. I cried and wept. Then something happened, a voice from our bedroom, a FEMALE voice. Part of the arrangement was that my husband could look too, apparently he had found something. My husband continued to hold me tight as a woman strode naked out of our bedroom. "We need a minute, Tina." My husband said. It took a moment, but I recognized one of his close workers from work as the naked woman in my house. I pulled back and looked angrily at my husband. "We got to talking and ended up here." My husband said sheepishly. I got up and stormed into the kitchen. My husband followed. The argument turned into a LONG conversation. before it was over, Ryan had arrived and joined in, and even Tina had stayed on, making coffee and talking with all of us. Gradually I calmed down, Ryan apologized a lot. So did my husband, but everyone was right, Ryan was the only one that needed to apologize. The answer still needed to be, was I going to continue the dates? I did finally agree, and I still don't know why. Ryan promised the other dates would be more civil. Ryan called the next date from the house and told me it was for that coming Friday. DATE FIVE The truck, a monstrous sport utility pulled up promptly at six pm. I was ready in my black dress, and matching shoes. My panties and bra were matching also, but they were red. Joseph walked to the door and handed me flowers. He was ruggedly handsome and wore a dark suit, which clashed with his light stubble. "I've heard you had some trouble with guys and their manners, I wanted to say sorry on behalf of the male gender." Joe said. We laughed warmly and I was put a little at ease. For our date we started with a lively theater show (I haven't seen this much theater since college!) Then proceeded to a late evening dinner. By now it was obvious that wine was my aphrodisiac of choice. Joe made sure the wine was expensive and plentiful. Dinner was delightful, desert was an amazing chocolate creation. After desert he asked if a walk in the park was too cheesy. I laughed a little tipsily and told him, I'd have to walk of desert anyway. There was a nice quaint park across from the restaurant and we left the truck and headed to it. We walked a slow circle through the lamplighted main path and finally reached a play ground. He invited me to sit on the swings and talk a while. We talked and I began to wonder if I should have sex with him. I had left the house committed not to, but he was sweet and cute, and I was horny. The one side effect to the dates, even with the negative impact of the fourth, I was turning to kind of a perv, I looked at every men and y'know wondered. Finally I elected against it. I told Joe, that I'd had a wonderful night, and that I ought to be getting home. Joe was gracious and kind and soon we were heading home. He pulled up out front and walked me to the door, once there I flipped of the porch light so the neighbors wouldn't see and gave him a LONG slow kiss goodnight. He asked if he could call me, I nodded and headed inside. My crotch was wet from the easily five minute kiss and I sought out my husband for some action. I woke up late Saturday, knowing that date six would be there to pick me up by six. It was already eleven. My husband and I let the day slip by relaxing and talking. Joe called and thanked me again for a wonderful time. Then it was time to get ready. DATE SIX My date was right on time at six, and imagine my surprise when Roger, the man from my first date climbed out and came up the walk to get me. Now I knew I was in trouble. Roger had been the perfect gentleman, and had gotten me very hot. "Hi Eileen." Roger said amiably as he led me to the car. Our date started at the airport and at first I was really confused. When we got to the lounge overlooking the runway and the sun slipped out of sight I realized it was a really fun place. We talked about the first date and how much fun we'd had, and watched the planes come in and take off. We drank and flirted, The lounge didn't serve food so we finally left to get something to eat. The restaurant he chose was a quiet smoky pub type place with great food attached to a honky tonkish night club. After dinner we headed to the club part and I found out that country music has some really sweet slow songs. Before long I found myself closing my eyes and seeking out his lips, he is an amazing kisser. Twenty minutes of slow dancing and kissing and I was ready to go. The night wasn't quite done yet though. Our next stop was an ice cream place down by the beach. We sat on the wall eating ice cream and listening to the waves crash. We started kissing again, this time we were relatively secluded and we began to feel each-other up. "You don't know how bad I want this." roger whispered as he unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing. I clawed his back and kissed him harder as he rolled my nipples through my bra with one had and slid his other along my bare thigh under my skirt. "Take me home." I whispered. At his house we kissed our way through the front door, and he undressed me as we went. By the time we reached the couch I was wearing only my panties, and my bra was around my waist. I hurriedly pulled off his clothes and moments later his tongue slid from my neck to my crotch stopping to circle each nipple once on the way. I moaned as he went down on me, turning on the couch until I could get his cock into my mouth. We continued like this until I could take no more and pushed him off of me rolling him onto the couch to straddle him. I leaped into his lap finding to get him inside me. As he slid in I neared orgasm and as we began to grind, he pushed himself to the hilt and then just kept grinding. I came and my orgasm lasted for almost two minutes. Just as I finished I felt him tense and begin to come as well. His penis twitched and he tensed over and over again as streams of him splashed into me. I collapsed on top of him and almost fell asleep I was so relaxed he slowly softened before sliding out of me. Like a cork I could feel a trickle of semen start as soon as he slid out. I didn't care. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up laying on the couch, Roger was licking my nipples and massaging my chest. The sensuality of it all soon gripped me and it wasn't long before we were in his bed and making love again. Hours passed and soon the sun was up, we drifted in and out of sleep and never stopped touching, kissing, licking or fucking. four more dates.... I thought, then what?