My wife set a goal this year that she’d have a date every Friday night. So every weekend, I login to her adult profile profile and swipe on men that fit her criteria.
The men I choose for her need to be taller than me, more athletic than me, more dominant than me. And because of how amazing her pics look in tight clothes out a bar, a bikini at the beach, lounging with a book, laughing at some joke, they always match.
On Monday, I present her with the best three that week and she approves or rejects my choices and then I go and set out making the plans. There have been a few weeks where none of the three pass her secondary criteria of reasonable politeness, good grammar etc. but usually one will always be good enough for Friday night, and sometimes two will pass and she’ll have two dates that weekend.
I make the plans for Friday, and sometimes Saturday night using scripts and phrases she gave me.
Come Friday night, I give her her itinerary and she reads the messages with her date while I get ready for my Friday night routine; cleaning the house and tucking away evidence of my living there.
The first few weeks of this was really hard since it is also my house, but eventually my things ended up in storage and the second bedroom so now in December, I can disappear in just 90 minutes or so.
She’s only brought 4 men home all year for one night stands, but I still prepare like that every week just in case. She texts me one word depending on the night, either “stay” or “go”.
The year is almost over, and I have no idea what new year’s resolution she’ll have for 2026.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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