After all the years of fucking other men, you would think I would be calm about meeting one of Scott’s best friends from his childhood days. However, I found it to be more nerve racking than fucking a stranger. The stranger I will never see again and I don’t care what he really thinks of me. However, my husband’s best friends or associates affect our social network and I always want to make a good impression on them. The sex will come later, and only if Scott and I agree to invite this person into our lifestyle. Such was my first introduction to Scott’s friend Dave. He was Scott’s best friend from grade school and although they moved apart, they still kept in touch. Dave was divorced twice; a true ladies man, but his occupation as a federal agent kept him travelling around the world. I was finally going to me my husband’s mystery friend and share some of the old childhood stories of Scott’s youth. Dave was always bragging to Scott about his female conquests around the world and all the women he had taken to bed.
Scott began bragging back to Dave via the internet about his “hotwife” and all her conquests. We were going to see what transpired after our meeting. Dave could not believe I was a 39 year old mother with teenagers and a career, and yet a “hotwife” and swinger with the body of a 25 year old. We met as arranged. I was wearing my little black dress, no bra and high heels. Dave was charming and we went for a meal. We were chatting like old friends and were all relaxed, but nervous at the same time. The sexual tension was very high, but not mentioned directly during our dinner. I was so wet in anticipation! We went to Dave’s hotel bar and had a few more drinks. It was about midnight that we went back to his room.