TexasSwinging

#72

After Sally’s last attempt at Hotwifing didn’t go as planned, she decided to slow down a bit. Although that night brought us closer as a couple, it made her want to take a break from seeing men. 

Neither one of us spoke about swinging for a couple of weeks. … I guess that’s a long time for us.  haha!

Then one day she opened her Tinder app for the first time in several months. The last time Sally played on Tinder, she found Letty and things got interesting for a while. Playing with Letty means also playing with Letty’s boyfriend, and again, she wasn’t in the mood for men.  Sally is yet to have a solo date with a girl and is curious about the experience. From playing with Letty, she learned that she loves fucking girls… but still hasn’t fully appreciated the experience because her boyfriend has been present on both occasions. Sally decides to, once again, search Tinder for a sexy lady.

While at work, I get repeated texts from Sally with screen shots of various Tinder girls.

“What do you think about this one?”  “Do you think she’s hot?”  “I really like this one!”

She asks for my opinion on no less than 10 females who she’s communicating with. As hot as the thought of my wife lezzing out is, it’s not as hot as the thought of her pussy getting stretched by a massive cock. ….But… oh well… I’m glad she’s happy and exploring her curiosity. I just want her happy.

Towards the end of the day, she tells me that she really likes one of them and is trying to set up a date. Sally shows me the picture of her and I’m not impressed. 

I have a keen ability to read people. I’m not just saying that. I’ve been told this many times by colleagues and by people who’ve known me for a long time.  I can do it most accurately in person, but I’ve also been known to do it from videos or photographs. When I see pics of Sally’s new crush… I’m immediately turned off. 

All I see is a plastic young girl in her early 20′s who is trying hard to get the attention from men that her absentee father didn’t provide. Botox face, plastic tits, trendy dress…. not my style.

Let me take a step back for a second. I would never pass judgement on a woman who has had a few kids or who is getting up there in age and wants to get a little work done to try and feel confident again.  And even if this is a young girl getting this work done for strictly vein, superficial reasons… still, I don’t care.  I’m of the thought… “do whatever makes you feel good.”  This is different…. this is someone who I could never be friends with. This is a young girl with little life experiences who is craving attention. This is someone who has nothing going on upstairs. Someone who is dead in the eyes. Someone who goes through life perpetually confused. Blah. I spent my 20′s shooing away vapid women like this. 

What’s that you say? I’m being a judgmental asshole who is jumping to conclusions based on a handful of pics? You might be right if I was someone else. But, like I said before… I’m really good at this and am almost always right.

Sally, on the other hand, has not had this experience since she’s never dated women. After I give Sally my honest opinion on this girl, she slows down the texts for a bit. Once her and I were back home together in the evening, I verbalized my thoughts on this chick. I could see Sally studying my facial expressions and really taking my words into consideration.

“You are a strong, intelligent and attractive woman and I want you to have these life experiences, so do what you want. I promise I won’t try to dissuade you, but I don’t like this girl. She looks like she’s used to men taking care of her and is yet to develop her own opinions. I’m sure she’ll have nothing interesting or funny to say.”

Sally then gets a new look on her face. A mix between confusion and “is he fucking with me?” 

I don’t want to manipulate her or push her into something she doesn’t want, so I back off.

“Sorry… go out with her and see what she’s like. If you are still attracted to her and want to have your fun, I’ll support you.”

Sally maintains a look on her face like she’s really thinking about it, and decides to make plans with her. Tina is her name.

They chat for a few more days and eventually make plans to meet up for drinks on the weekend. Their plans happen to land on the same night Sally and I were supposed to meet up with a big group of friends for a birthday dinner and drinks. I tell Sally not to worry about it. I’ll drop her off with Tina and meet our friends alone. We’ll be out late so whenever Sally is ready to be picked up, I can return. She agrees.

The day of the date, Sally tells me more about her conversations with Tina. She claims to be a business owner. Red flag.

I don’t verbalize my thoughts on this to Sally for the sake of not beating a dead horse or spoiling her mood. People who are quick to talk about being business owners are either very well off, or losers.  With Tina, I’m leaning towards the latter. I keep my mouth shut. 

*****Saturday*****

It’s the night of the date. We are both getting dressed and prepped to go out to our own separate night on the town. 

The plan is to drop off Sally at Tina’s place, who happens to live a block from some fun restaurants. They’ll go to the restaurants for drinks while I meet up with our friends at a different restaurant about 10 minutes away. 

It turns out that Tina lives in a shitty apartment complex (hooray for this business owner). 

I don’t feel good about allowing Sally to go to into Tina’s place without actually knowing her in person. Sally gets Tina to meet her outside the complex. From there, they’ll walk to the restaurant because (surprise!) Tina’s cars are both in the shop.

I offer to give them a ride to the restaurant, but Sally doesn’t want me involved in their date.  She wants it to be just them. I oblige. I want this to be a stress-free experience for Sally. So, despite all the alarms going off in my head, I don’t say anything to Sally except to offer assistance. 

I drop her off at the entrance of Tina’s apartment complex and park nearby.  It’s dark out, so it’s easy for me to find a place where neither of them can see me. I quietly wait for Tina to come out and join Sally. I don’t feel like I’m being a creep. Just doing my job to make sure my wife is safe.

I finally get eyes on Tina as she greets Sally with a hug. She’s a small girl wearing a tight skirt with huge heels. These heels are so big that she looks like a new born Bambi trying to walk.  Good thing the restaurants are just around the corner. I can’t see this girl being able to walk for too much longer in those shoes. I drive off knowing they’re together and leave them to their business.   

At the group gathering everyone is asking why Sally didn’t come. I tell them she had a friend in from out of town who was visiting for the weekend. I have several drinks and enjoy the conversation with my friends. I occasionally check Sally’s location on my phone. They’re at a Sushi restaurant and have been there for quite some time. I don’t bother her and continue sipping my whiskey.

The good thing about being out with friends while Sally is on a date is that I don’t think about her.  If I were at home right now, I’d be torturing myself with horny thoughts and wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off my dick. Being in the presence of friends means I can joke around, laugh and have my mind distracted.

Every now and then I’d think about Sally and my body would have this strange chemical reaction. I’m not sure if it’s the booze, my hormones or a combination of it all… but whenever a thought of Sally making out with a woman would creep into my mind, I would get a slight chubby and a warming sensation all over my body. It was like I could feel my blood circulating my chest and appendages or something. 

I was instantaneously knocked out of my trance by a friend slapping my arm and asking, “remember that?”

I quickly nodded my head as if I had heard everything that proceeded the question. 

This would continue to sporadically happen, but much more often than not, I was engaged in the conversations around me and not thinking about Sally.

Incoming text from Sally:

“WTF?! This girl is retarded.”

“Oh man… what happened?”

“Every time I answer a question of hers, she nods quickly and stares deep into my eyes with a serious look on her face. She’s so weird.”

“What kind of questions is she asking?”

“A lot of stuff about me and you. Then she’ll nod and say, “oh he must really love you.” Of course he loves me, he’s my husband.”

“Interesting.”

“She’s not fun at all! She’s just very weird and rude.”

“Damn that sucks! Want me to come pick you up now?”

“Not just yet. Can’t talk. I’ll let you know.”

I’m not going to rub it in her face just yet. Sally’s not in the joking mood right now. 

I continue to socialize with my friends, but am now thinking more about Sally. I hate that she’s not having a good time. I feel like going against her wishes and picking her up now. But, I resist.  I’ll hold out until she’s had her fill of Tina. This way there will be no “what ifs.”

About fifteen minutes later, I get more texts from Sally:

“She’s trying to get me to have a threesome with her and her ex.”

Fuck. This ploy is so transparent. Send the girl out solo to try and bring back a hot chick for the two of them to fuck. I don’t like the idea, but am less resistant to it in my buzzed state.

“Do you know what he looks like?”

“She showed me pics and he looks kinda cute, but also kinda young.”

“Ok. How do you feel about it?”

“I don’t think so…”

“I think they had this planned from the beginning.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Do what you want. I trust your judgement.”

No response this time.  

At this point, I’m not even pretending to listen to the conversations going on around me. Not because I’m horny… but because I don’t like the situation Sally is in and I want to get her out of there ASAP. My slight whiskey buzz has me starring off into space ignoring my friends while thinking about getting Sally home. 

Seven minutes later:

“Come pick me up. How fast can you get here?”

“On the way. 13 minutes.”

I quickly close my tab while shaking hands and giving hugs. 

“Sorry guys, gotta go. I need to pick up Sally and her friend. She’s had too many drinks to drive.”

“No problem! Just bring them back here with us. We can all hang out and meet her old friend!”

“uhhh….. I can’t. They’ve…. been drinking since the afternoon.  I think I need to put her to bed.”

I get nods of approval from everyone while reminding me to say hi to Sally for them.

I’m out the door and speeding down the highway. 

As I pull into the restaurant’s parking lot, I see Sally standing by the entrance waiting for me. 

She climbs into the car with an angry and annoyed attitude. 

“What a fucking idiot!! That girl is dumb as fuck and a liar!”

“What happened?”

So… as is often the case on dating websites…. her pictures were not accurate. She posted the absolute best pics from the best angles. The pics on Tinder gave the impression that she was a plastic wannabe Barbie. In actuality, she is under 5′ tall, doesn’t have much of a chin, has short frizzy hair and wears braces. None of these details were depicted on her Tinder profile. 

On top of that, she is a huge bitch! Sally was joking and making small talk with the waiter at the restaurant. Everyone was laughing. Then out of nowhere and without an ounce of irony, Tina tells the waiter, “you should be so lucky that you get to serve us.”  The waiter looked back confused at Sally with a half smile as if he was waiting for the punch line. Sally could do nothing but look down at the floor in embarrassment. The waiter suddenly realized that it wasn’t a joke and walked away from their table. 

It doesn’t end there. During their date, Tina took TWO phone calls. One was from her ex and the other from her mother. She carried on talking to her mother for five minutes while Sally just ate her sushi and tried not to feel out of place. The topic of conversation with her mother was Jesus. Yup. Jesus.

Once she finally hung up the phone, she carried on the topic of religion with Sally. She tried her best to change the subject and finally succeeded a few minutes later. 

Towards the end of their date, Tina eloquently made the proclamation, “I’m getting laid tonight, with our without you.”  

This is where Tina propositioned Sally to have a threesome with her and her ex. Sally tried her best to communicate her hesitation.  

At the end of the night, Tina let Sally know that her ex had arrived to pick her up and that she was welcome to join.  Sally agreed to just walk her outside.

A young man pulled up to the restaurant curb to pick up Tina.  When he laid eyes on Sally, he was beside himself. Sally’s guess is that he was amazed at Tina’s ability to pick up a quality woman. Sadly, he wouldn’t be getting his masturbation fantasy tonight. Sally the Dream Crusher let them know that her husband wouldn’t be happy about her leaving with a guy who wasn’t part of the original plans. She said the young guy was visibly disappointed. I arrived to pick Sally up within minutes of Tina and her ex leaving. 

In short…. DISASTER!

Sally was so upset about the events of the night, that I didn’t give her the “I told ya so.”  Like a true gentleman, I waited about a week until it was funny to both of us. HAHAH!

Sally’s attempt at a solo girl date was awful. She is thinking about hitting up Letty again soon. Maybe she can arrange something without her boyfriend being around this time. We’ll see what happens.

Addressing a knuckle head:

I had someone send me a private message a few weeks ago questioning the authenticity of my stories because he said they’re “too good to be true.” I hardly address trolls on this blog, but I have to for this one. I have to because without credibility, this blog becomes nothing but pictures of my hotwife. 

Clearly, this dummy hasn’t been reading this blog. My guess is that he read one entry and formulated his opinion from that. Straight off the top of my head, I would guess that only about 25% of my stories have happy, fulfilling endings. Most of them have some sort of regret that I use as a learning experience… this entry included. 

I was fortunate enough to start this blog before Sally and I had our first experience. This is pretty cool because it allows me to show where me and Sally’s heads and hearts were at during every step leading up to where we are now. I assure you that everything I’ve written is 100% true (minus names, places and minute details that I’ve changed in order to conceal our identities).

Thanks to everyone who reads my blog. If you have any questions, shoot them my way. If it’s an interesting question that I think others would benefit from, I’ll answer publicly.