Today I thought I’d share the first date experience with you. I get the idea some commenters want to get to the good parts.
This is a foretaste. They have gone from chatting on Feeld to te texting having exchanged numbers. My wife is an expert social media sleuth so she stalk investigates him. In short order she knows his personal details and his professional details. We decide it’s safe for a first meet. They choose a discreet but public coffee shop away from the prying eyes of work colleagues.

Bull is keen for a meet. She is too. Both want to establish if they have chemistry. he place must be public enough to be safe for her. he and I spend the previous evening going through her wardrobe to work out what to wear. She is nervous as hell to make a good inpression. e settle on red all over lingerie. Tiny thong and a lacy push up bra.

 I even take a photograph for him to show him what she will wear under her clothes and she texts him the photo. He says:
"Wow! How can I keep my hands off you knowing that is on you."

Settle on a pair of straight leg high waisted jeans which flatter her shape and fit tightly around her shapely butt. A tight fitted white top too. The red lace bra is just barely visible through it. Wife and I go through scenarios in case she needs to "pull out" of the meet up if it goes sour. I am just as nervous as her.

I am literally trusting my wife with a meet up with a potential lover after 20 years of monogamous marriage.

We keep saying to each other
"This is crazy"

But neither of us wants to stop. We check and recheck with each other.

Go through the Bull's messages. He says that he can determine chemistry through a kiss. Wife told him she likes soft languid kisses, no tongue, just lips. It turns her off when someone tries to lick her tonsils. Bull answers and says that's not his style.
He is very respectful on the text.

 Wife and I agree emergency signal in case things go sour. She doesn't know the place so she wants to be sure to be able to get me there if things go wrong.

Next morning she dresses slowly. Makes sure makeup is perfect, outfit perfect, expensive perfume. She changes the Friday work sneakers to chunky heels. In these it tightens her butt and makes her look taller. This is an impression she likes so I go with it. She thinks it makes her look slimmer too.

Off she goes.

She never contacts me till afterwards.

This from here I repeat what she said happened.

She arrives early. He was right. It is discreet quaint little Victorian style coffee shop inside a nursery. She seats herself to see the door and the parking lot. Notes an expensive SUV arriving. He exits the SUV. She recognises him from the photos they exchanged on text and the app. Her heart is pounding with nervousness.

He is dressed to the nines. Sharp expensive suit, clearly Egyptian cotton white shirt with power tie and sleek black leather shoes. She can hardly breathe and she wants to pee. He is more handsome in real life than on his photos. He greets her with a small hug. She immediately goes to the bathroom. When she gets back she tries to compose herself. This is easy because he is easygoing, confident and clearly as nervous as she is. They talk neutral stuff. Basically just about their jobs and industry. This leads to small talk about why they met and what they think of each other and why they both went on the app. Turns out he was in an ENM relationship before which crashed because the husband refused to become involved and ended up demanding his wife leave. He is looking to be a bull to a couple now. It serves his sexual needs and requires little emotional involvement other than good sexual chemistry. It fits in with what we're looking for.

Wife says his handsomeness, confidence, easygoing nature and snappy dress sense charms her. She literally feels electricity between them. In short order the set time for the meet (one hour) is over.

Wife says it felt like five minutes. He offers to walk her to her car. Good manners. She is charmed. Gets to the car. Awkwardness about saying goodbye. He then asks her:

"Can I kiss you?"

She is unsure what to say so he takes her behind the neck and pulls her to him. They kiss passionately. Totally unexpected for her. But he kisses well. She reciprocates but loses her nerve and pulls back. Breathless, legs shaking. Look at him in the eyes.

He reaches towards her again, puts his one hand behind the back of her neck, pulls her towards him and, before he kisses her, gently licks her lower lip.

She moans in enjoyment... and then their lips touch. This time she kisses back properly and they make out like teenage lovers in the parking lot for probably five minutes. Her heart pounds, her legs are weak she can hardly breathe. They separate. The nursery staff walk by. They're oblivious.

He tells her:

"We definitely have chemistry. Can I see you again?"

She whispers hoarsely but eagerly...:

"Yes!"

He opens her car door, and she drives off.

Then she immediately calls me and spills the beans.

I am at home, my heart pounding, my cock rock hard and leaking precum as she tells me how she moaned when he kissed her.
She tells me how well he kisses her and how she felt electricity between them.

"Do you want to see him again."

"... YES" she says with eager, almost hunger.

"Is there chemistry?"

"There is BIG chemistry..."

"Did it arouse you when he kissed you..."

She takes a while then surprise

"Oh my god I was so nervous I didn't even notice... yes I creamed my panties... they're wet..."

"Prove it"

"I will as soon as I get to work."

"My god you're sexy"

"I'm a total slut"

"You're my slut"

"Do you still love me after I made out in a public parking lot  with some black guy I just met?"

"I love you more passionately than ever."

"Really?"

"And when you get home tonight I am going to fuck you senseless for being such a little slut just for me..."

I ask

"I thought you'd record what happened?"

"Nothing happened... and to be honest I was so scared and nervous and thinking about so many things I totally forgot... but I've told you everything..."

"Wow you're sexy"

"I'm sexy for you alone"

"No you are sexy for everyone but you belong to me."

"Yes"

We say goodbye
She's as good as her word... ten minutes later I get a picture

It's her red thong's gusset... liberally streaked with white cream from her wetness.

I do everything I can not to masturbate...  need the energy for later.

And indeed that night we go at each other like rabbits in the apocalypse. Frenetic, energetic, passionate till both of us are finished and she and I fall asleep satiated and naked in spoon with my one hand on her breast, and my other on her butt cheek, fingers on her thigh and a finger rested against a freshly fucked wet sticky cum filled pussy.