Make a date

Your heart pounds against your ribs as you consider the reality of what's being proposed. Not just a fantasy whispered in the dark, but actual plans taking shape.

"When?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Angela scrolls through her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. "She's available this weekend. Saturday evening." She looks up at you, her eyes bright with anticipation. "I told her we'd meet at that wine bar downtown. Neutral territory."

You nod, unable to form words as the implications wash over you. This beautiful stranger, this Isabella, wants you to fill her, to plant your seed in her fertile womb while your wife watches. The thought makes your cock stir again, despite having just emptied yourself inside your wife.

"What if..." you begin, then swallow hard. "What if she's not what we expect?"

Angela places a gentle hand on your cheek. "Then we don't proceed. This is about finding the right woman—or women—not just any woman." Her thumb traces your lower lip. "But I have a good feeling about Isabella. Her profile, the way she writes... she's perfect."

You catch her thumb between your teeth, nip gently, then release it. "And if she is perfect? What then?"

"Then we invite her back here," Angela says, her voice dropping to that husky whisper that makes your blood heat. "We talk, get to know each other better. And if the chemistry is right..." She slides her hand down your chest, over your stomach, until her fingers wrap around your hardening cock.