Getting My Husband Ready for His First Date

Well actually his first date in over 20 years, the time we’d been married for. Sure we’d had “date nights” but they weren’t really the same thing now were they. As soon as I’d mentioned it to him he got all nervous.

“Do you want to back out?”

“No, no, it’s just been so long since I took a girl out on a date is all. The last girl turned out okay though.”

He leaned over for a kiss and I just giggled at him, asking him quite directly, “Any thoughts on who you’d like to go out with?”

“Woah, I have no idea. I haven’t thought about anything like this, like ever. I want you to know who it is though. I want you to be okay with who it is. We’re in this together afterall.”

“I don’t think that I could love you anymore than I already do right now babe. How about this. I will find someone, set it up and surprise you?”

“Ooooh, I like that. That takes a lot of stress away from me and I already trust you to pick someone that I’d like, that you’d like. Just make sure she’s a sexy little creature though.”

“Nothing but the best for my lover boy, you can trust me.”

I spent the next few days going over options. I signed my husband up for some dating apps and sites looking for the woman that would rock his world. I had chatted with some of them, as him of course but nothing really panned out until I had honed in on the one. I knew this person, I knew I liked her and I knew my husband would like her and I knew that she was already into him.

The following Monday after his revelatory news I sat him down, “Babe, I’ve found her. I found someone for you to take out. I’ve been chatting with her.”

“Wait, you have? Do they know us, and now they know that you’re trying to set your husband with another woman?”

“No, no, they know us but I’ve been chatting with them as you. I think I know you well enough to pull that off convincingly.”

“Now I am getting a little nervous. There is a difference between talking about it and then actually doing it.”

The next day at work goes excruciatingly slowly, my eyes were glued to the clock until I could leave and help my husband get ready for his hot date that night. After losing myself in a ton of paperwork my phone dinged, indicating that I could leave. I raced home and waited for him to arrive, ready to be his maid for the time being.

We showered together, just silently lathering each other up with soap, wiping it away and enjoying the intimacy of being close with each other. I had laid out a couple of outfit options that I though would look great on him, ready to impress the lady I had selected. I was the first to exit the shower and dry myself off waiting to do the same for him. All the while we held each other’s gaze, the anticipation of the evening keep us calm on the outside but with strongly beating hearts in our chest.

I waited patiently in our bedroom, standing there naked while he looked over the suits I had brought out. “You look sexy as hell there sweetheart, I love that you’ve put some much energy into this. I want to just take you now on the bed.”

“Oh babe, you wouldn’t want to get dirty again or muss up these lovely suits now would you. Not before your date.”

“You really won’t tell me who it is?”

“No, that I will keep as a surprise. Hurry up though we’ve got to be at the restaurant in an hour.”

I had chosen a place just outside of town where I doubt that we would run into anyone we knew, I wasn’t ready to be open with my fantasies to the world. Not just yet at least, maybe in time.

With his cock still hanging out, my husband pointed out one of the outfits. I knew what he wanted and made my way over to help him get dressed. I resisted the urge to grab his manhood, merely teasing it with the back of my hand instead to which I saw it twitch bringing a smile to my face. I pulled up his underwear, something I had never done before but my husband taking charge was a hell of a turn on in this situation. Each pant leg went up next, socks and shoes over that leaving him there bare chested, just as handsome as the day I met him. I pulled his shirt over each arm and then made my way to the front, my breath and his intermingling as I fumbled for each of the buttons. Who knew dressing someone could be this sensual? After tucking the shirt in, a made a loop with his tie and expertly knotted it with my bare breasts pressing into his front. With the jacket over the top, his outfit was complete. I only wished I could dress him more.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek, one leg bent, foot in the air, “Have a good date babe, please tell me how it goes.”

“Oh I will honey, don’t you worry. How will I know who I am meeting?”

“Oh, I will let you know. Just call me when you get there okay? I will tell you who to find and where I told her to meet you.”